Hollywood Roommates: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Elizabeth Briggs

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  LUKE

  My lips crash down on hers and she lets out a little sigh, like she’s as relieved as I am. Her hands are all over me, exploring my body as I kiss her deeper, and I want to do the same to her. I tug at the edge of her towel, dragging it off her, revealing her damp naked skin. I pull away from the kiss so I can look down at her. God damn she is sexy. All those lush curves I want to dig my fingers into. Those large breasts that beg me to take them into my mouth. Those voluptuous thighs I can’t wait to spread wide.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, as I pull her close again, flush against my chest, her breasts pressed against me.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmurs, as she nips at my lips.

  Her slick body rubs against mine and I’m so hard it’s almost painful. I want to go slow, to go down on her, to make this last, but I also need her bad. And from the way she wraps a leg around me, her hips pressing against mine so I rub right between her thighs, I get the feeling she wants me inside her immediately too.

  I reach down to grasp her full, round ass, which fits perfectly in my hands. Then I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “I’m sorry,” I tell her, as my cock slides against her wet pussy, trying to ease its way inside. “I can’t go slow. Not this time.”

  “I don’t want slow,” she says, her arms tight around my neck. “I want you to take me. Hard and fast. Right now.”

  Her words elicit a hungry growl from me, as I grip her hips and nudge against her entrance. With one hard push I’m inside, all the way to the hilt, and we both moan. She’s so tight and feels so good around me, for a second all I can do is simply hold her there in my arms, her entire body wrapped around me, sheathing me with her warmth. I bury my face in her neck, overcome with unexpected emotion. She’s not the first woman I’ve slept with since my divorce, but she’s the first woman I’ve slept with that I’ve cared about.

  When I don’t move, she begins to roll her hips, riding up and down slowly on me. My arms strain to hold her, and I push her against the wall hard enough to get a gasp out of her. With her back pressed to the wall I can lift her higher, getting exactly the right leverage to begin thrusting in and out of her at the perfect angle to make her moan. I can tell it’s good for her because she throws her head back and lets me take control as I pump in and out of her.

  “You like that?” I ask, as I thrust deep into her.

  “God yes. Don’t stop, Luke.”

  “I won’t. Not until you come for me.”

  I place my hands flat against the wall on either side of her head and stare into her eyes as I keep pounding her. She clings to me tightly with her arms and legs and I never want her to let go. I want to be inside her forever just like this.

  “Oh god,” she moans, her eyes rolling back.

  I move harder and faster, slamming her back against the wall, and the little cries she makes only urge me on. Then she practically screams my name, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, as she tightens up around me. I almost come right then too, but I hold off. I want this to last. I want to make her come again.

  When she finishes trembling, I spin us around and put her down on the edge of her bed. I stand right in front of her, then I grab those sexy legs and lift them up, so her ankles rest on my shoulders. This gives me the perfect view of her full breasts, which I cup in my hands as I fondle her pebbled nipples.

  Then I begin sliding into her again with long, deep strokes. Delaying my own pleasure, but slowly building hers up again. Her fingers dig into the sheets, gripping them tight, as her moans get louder and louder again. I can tell she’s getting close, and I grab her legs with one hand to hold her tight as I pound into her, while finding her clit with my other hand. Right as I begin rubbing her she comes again, hands fisting the sheets, eyes closed, and the look on her face is so hot I lose myself too, coming hot and fast inside her.

  “Fuck,” I gasp out, as I nearly fall on top of her. She wraps her legs around me again as I press a soft kiss to her neck.

  “That was amazing,” she says. “You made me come twice.”

  “Not enough if you ask me. Next time I’ll go slower. I just couldn’t help myself.”

  “Me either.” She runs a hand through my hair lazily as I relax on top of her. “Are you okay with this arrangement we have? After what happened with your wife...”

  I push myself up on my arms to look at her face. “With us all sleeping with you? Yeah, surprisingly I am. Maybe because we’re all being open about it. What Lana did was totally different. She went behind my back. But this doesn’t feel like cheating.”

  “Good.” She pulls me close for a kiss. “If any of you were uncomfortable with this, I’d stop it. But as long as you’re all okay with it, I’m going to keep enjoying the benefits.”

  “Is that so?” Her kiss is already getting me excited again, making me hard while still inside her. Jesus, I’m like a horny teenager all over again when she’s around. “Because we could try out some more of those benefits now.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Me too. But before we do that, there’s something I need to ask you for help with.”

  “Anything.”

  “The premiere for my movie is next week. Will you go with me?”

  Her eyes widen and a smile lights up her face, making her somehow even more beautiful. “I’d love to.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  ALLIE

  “Earth to Allie,” Kristen says, waving a hand in front of my face. “You okay there?”

  I quickly sit up straight at the receptionist’s desk. “Sorry, just daydreaming.” AKA thinking about my three guys naked, along with all the things they did to me. It’s been hard to think about anything else lately. They’ve turned me into total mush.

  I’m filling in at my sister’s vet office again, and we’re currently in a rare moment of quiet between appointments. Kristen’s hair is strawberry blond and currently done up in a perfect bun on her head. Her vet coat is impeccably clean and well-pressed, along with her gray sheath dress and professional black heels. Everything about her is in stark contrast to my wild red hair that refuses to be tamed and my blue retro dress with a stain on the boob from the curry I had at lunch.

  “I recognize that look,” Kristen says with a smile. “It’s the one you get when you have a crush on someone.”

  “Oh, it’s more than a crush,” I mutter as I focus on organizing the charts in front of me.

  “Ooh really? Who is he? Spill!” She perches on the edge of my desk, her eyes dancing with excitement. Kristen’s been married to a great guy ever since she graduated college and they have two cute kids together, but she always enjoys hearing about my love life.

  “Well, um, I’m sort of dating three guys at once,” I blurt out before I think better of it.

  Her jaw falls open. “No way. In secret?”

  I stack the charts again awkwardly, not meeting her eyes. I should not have told her about this. Why did I even bring it up? “No, they all know about each other.”

  “Seriously?” Her jaw practically touches the floor now, but then she recovers. “Wait, is this some kind of Tinder hook-up culture thing? I think I read an article about that online.”

  I bite out a laugh. “No, it’s not like that. It wasn’t anything we planned, but we’re all living together and it just kind of happened. It was their idea actually.”

  “Wow. That sounds complicated. And pretty hot. But how is that going to work out long-term? Will you pick one eventually?”

  “I don’t know. I’m trying to just enjoy it at the moment and see what happens. I have feelings for all of them, so I’d like to keep seeing them as long as I can.”

  Kristen’s expression turn concerned. “What about marriage though? Don’t you want to get married someday?”

  My chest tightens. “I do, but…”

  “And what about mom and dad? They’d totally freak if they knew about this.
So would your school, I bet. Would they let you keep teaching there if it got out?”

  I sigh. Leave it to Kristen to bring up all the practical realities I’ve been trying not to think about in my post-sex haze. She’s right, of course, but I still hate hearing it. Now there’s a huge knot of anxiety in my stomach at the thought of my parents or anyone at school finding out. People would never understand this strange and wonderful relationship I’m in with Shane, Luke, and Matt. And since I’m dating three guys who are constantly in the spotlight, someone is going to find out sooner or later.

  “I’m still trying to figure it all out,” I say. “And I will eventually. Can you please be happy for me in the meantime?”

  “I am happy for you. I just want you to think this through also.” She squeezes my arm. “I love you and only want the best for you. But I’m your big sister and have to look out for you too. That’s my job, after all.”

  I know she only means well, but now she’s put all these doubts and fears in my head. Reminders that there is no way the world will ever accept this relationship. What happens when people find out? Our careers could be destroyed. Our families might never speak to us again. Could the four of us survive that?

  And what about marriage? I’ve always dreamed of getting married in a big ceremony with all my family and friends watching, but there’s no way I can marry three guys. Am I giving up on that dream too by being with them?

  When I get off work I head to the mall to meet Brooke, hoping she can ease my worries. If anyone can make me feel better, it’s her.

  “You slept with all three of them?” Brooke asks, way too loudly. Other people turn and look at us and I duck my head, my cheeks burning.

  “Yes, but you don’t need to tell everyone in the mall about it.”

  “Sorry, I’m just…wow. Damn. I need to wrap my head around this. While trying not to picture you and my brother together, because ew.”

  I bite my lip and glance at my best friend. “Do you think I’m a slut?”

  She turns toward me, her face serious. “No. No. Definitely not. I think you’re my fucking hero.”

  I laugh, relieved. “You don’t even like guys though.”

  “Nope, but I’m still impressed. You go girl!”

  I shake my head with a rueful smile. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

  She grins as she scans the clothing racks in front of us. “If there’s ever a time for it, it’s when your best friend bangs three of the most eligible bachelors in the world like a damn queen. I never thought this harem idea of yours would actually work, but I’m really happy for you.”

  “Thanks. We’ll see if it actually works though. So far the guys are okay with it, but I worry they’ll change their minds or get jealous or decide they don’t want to share anymore.”

  “I get that. Three guys and one girl is definitely a tricky situation. Especially three actors who are used to getting what they want. I think the best thing you can do is enjoy this while it lasts.”

  “But what will happen when people find out about my relationship with the guys? What will they think? You might not think I’m a slut, but other people will.”

  She rests her hands on my shoulders, giving me a serious look. “Who cares what they think? You have to do what makes you happy. I learned that when I came out to my parents and the people in my office. Some people were okay with it. Some weren’t. I say, fuck ‘em. If they can’t accept us for who we are and who we love, they don’t deserve a second of our time anyway.”

  I nod. I know she’s right, but I also know the guys and I will all be miserable if our entire world falls apart because of what we’re doing.

  I turn back to the racks and pull out a short black dress. “What about this?”

  “Hot. Definitely try it on.”

  We’re at the mall shopping for me for once. Not that I’m rolling in dough or anything, but Luke gave me his credit card and told me to buy the most expensive dress I could find, along with shoes, a purse, and anything else I needed for his movie premiere. At first I felt bad, but then he reminded me that I’m doing him a favor by going with him. He doesn’t want to go alone, especially with his agent pressuring him to make sure this movie does well. Eventually I agreed to spend his money, mainly because I don’t have a dress that would work for this event, and I really need to look good. Especially since the media will be all over me and Luke being there together.

  “Wait,” Brooke says, pulling a hanger off the rack. “I found it. This is the perfect dress to complement your red hair.”

  She holds up a beautiful emerald green gown that normally I’d be too shy to wear because it’s both sexy and expensive. But for this event I’m going all out.

  I take the dress from her. “I’ll try it.”

  We grab a couple more, then I head into the dressing room while Brooke waits outside. The first couple dresses emphasize my curves in all the wrong ways. The black dress I picked looks good on me though. I step outside and let Brooke check it out.

  “Love it. Your body looks great, but it’s very safe. Go try on the green one. Trust me on this. I’m an expert on women’s bodies, after all.” She winks as I slip back inside the dressing room.

  I put the black dress in the maybe section, then put on the green one Brooke picked out. As soon as it’s on, I gasp when I see myself in the mirror. It’s so much more daring than anything I’d usually wear, but it makes my hair and skin really pop and shows off my breasts and narrow waist, while emphasizing my wide hips. I look like a voluptuous sex goddess.

  I step out of the dressing room and Brooke lets out a low whistle. “Damn, girl. That dress is smoking hot on you.”

  I run my hands down the smooth fabric. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

  “No, I think it’s perfect. Never take it off. Unless you’re getting naked with someone, of course. And after the guys see you in that dress, they won’t be able to take their hands off you.”

  I laugh and slip back inside the dressing room, then study myself in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my hair is a little wild, and the gown hugs my body in all the right ways. I look like a woman who’s ready to get ravished. Luke is going to love it. So will the other guys, for that matter.

  I put back the safe black dress and get the green one. Time to be a little bold.

  As we head to the shoe section, I say, “Enough about my love life. What’s going on with yours?”

  “A big fat nothing. Which is how I want it.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “What?”

  “You say that, but then I see you picking up women whenever you can.”

  “Sure, for a little bit of fun. I don’t have time for anything more than that.”

  “I bet you would if you found the right woman.”

  She nudges me with her hip. “Ah, but since you’re taken now, I’m out of luck.” She holds up a pair of red peep-toe heels. “How about these?”

  “Love them.” Shopping with Brooke is way more fun now that I can actually spend money. Plus, she’s always had the best taste in clothing, even if she saves the colors for me and for her nails. Today they’re a shimmery gold, like she dipped her fingertips in a bowl of glitter.

  But she’s changing the subject on purpose. I elbow her. “We’ll find you someone. Don’t worry.”

  “I’m fine. Seeing you happy is all I need, I promise. And it doesn’t hurt that my brother is happy too.”

  For now anyway, I silently add. But what happens when things stop being new and fun, and reality sets in?

  Chapter Thirty

  MATT

  Excitement courses through me as I race through the house. I need to find Allie and tell her the good news. She’s going to be thrilled, and I can’t wait to see the smile on her face.

  I check her room, but she’s not in there, although I hear the shower going in the bathroom next to it. I ease open the door a tiny bit. “Allie? You in here?”

  Allie gasps. “Matt!”

 
I grin and step inside the bathroom. The shower walls are glass, giving me a perfect view of Allie’s curvy, wet, and very naked body. She looks so hot with her red hair hanging around her shoulders and her skin flushed with heat. “Mmm, best thing I’ve seen all day.”

  “What are you doing in here?”

  I completely forget whatever I was originally doing as desire for Allie makes my dick instantly hard. I yank off my shirt and toss it on the floor. “Thought I might join you in there.”

  “But…I’m naked!”

  I laugh. “I’ve seen you naked before. Shit, you sent me a naked photo of yourself the other day.”

  “That was an accident.”

  I pause in the middle of unbuttoning my jeans and look up to see her watching me. “I can go, if you’d rather I not join you.”

  She licks her lips in an enticing way. “No, you’re definitely welcome in here. The shower’s plenty big for the two of us.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” I slide off my jeans and boxer briefs, then open the shower door and slip inside. Steam instantly surrounds me and I wrap my hands around Allie’s waist, moving close to give her a long, thorough kiss that has her clinging to me. My hands roam her body, her skin slippery from the water, while our lips and tongues dance and seduce each other.

  “I got some good news today,” I say, as I cup her breasts. I love the way they feel in my hands. So full and heavy, filling up my palms. The perfect size for my fingers to caress.

  She rests her palms on my chest as she begins licking the water off my neck. “Oh yeah?”

  I tilt my head, closing my eyes as she kisses along my jaw. “I got that part in the romantic comedy you picked out.”

  “Really?” She lets out an excited little squee and pulls back to smile at me. “I’m so happy for you!”

  That bright smile makes the victory that much better. I draw her into my arms, pressing her body against mine. “Like you predicted, they thought I was perfect for the role.”