Her Best Men: A Brother's Best Friends Reverse Harem

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by Rye Hart


  Slowly and torturously, he stripped me naked and laid me down on that blanket.

  He was touching every inch of me. Swelling my lips with his kisses while his hands caressed every part of my body. He placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, licking and flicking and making me squirm. His hands caressed my hips and squeezed my thighs, drawing a wetness from deep within my body. He took time with my breasts, cupping them and flicking my nipples with his tongue.

  I was panting, heaving into the darkness of the night. I could smell the beer that had dripped onto the ground as the smell of barbecue wafted from his lips. I could feel the tenderness he sought even though his body was shaking with need. I was completely bare to him as his mouth finished kissing my body. Naked underneath the stars as he hovered over me and drank me in.

  There wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t covered in the warmth of his lips. There wasn’t a crevice of my body his palms hadn’t massaged. I looked up at him and watched him remove his clothing, his green eyes darkened with lust. His muscles were bare for me, drenched in moonlight and throbbing with adrenaline. He was perfect. His arms were chiseled, and his chest was thick. His shoulders were broad, and his thighs were muscular.

  His hands spread my knees as he eyed my wetness, and I watched as a grin crawled across his face.

  “Let me get us somethin’ real quick,” Andrew said.

  “If it’s a condom, don’t bother. Unless you want it. I’m on the shot, so it’s not a big deal.”

  I watched his cock jump at that statement before he fell between my legs.

  He positioned his cock at my entrance, and I smiled as I felt him tease my slit. He slid into me effortlessly, his long cock filling the depths of my pussy. Inch after inch of pure ecstasy filled me to my core, and it felt so good that goosebumps ricocheted across my skin. He rolled deeply into me, holding himself up on one arm and cradling the back of my head with the other.

  The moans that fell from my mouth were loud, and I didn’t give a shit who heard.

  His dick felt amazing. Long and full, with just the right amount of girth. He slid across points I didn’t know existed in my body, and soon my moans turned into begging. His lips descended on mine, soft and warm, swallowing my sounds as he rolled the two of us over.

  I dug my fingertips into the strength of his chest as I began to ride his cock. His hands were planted on my hips, but still had a touch of delicacy to them. Never in my life would I have taken Andrew for a soft lover, but I was enjoying every moment of it. The way he slowly rolled into my body and the way my juices dripped for his motions. Our movements were synced as he grabbed my tits, massaging them and pulling them to his lips as I rode his cock.

  “Andrew. I’m so close. It’s—I can—oh, please. Don’t stop. Your tongue feels so good.”

  He moaned into my tit and the vibrations sent me over the edge. I jolted and shook, my pussy clamping down on his cock. My arms gave way, and I fell onto him, resting my head into the crook of his neck as he held me close. He whispered phrases of praise into my ear. Complimenting me on how incredible I was and how long he had wanted this moment.

  I rose up, my arms shaking as I planted a kiss on his lips. But his cock kept growing inside of me. Pressing against my walls and reminding me that he was still there, and he was still ready, and he was still needy.

  And I wasn’t going to leave him hanging like that.

  “Can I try something?” he asked.

  “Anything,” I said breathlessly.

  He pulled out from my pussy and helped turn me around on his lap. He settled my hips back down onto him, then slid his cock back into my body. My head fell forward, and I groaned, feeling goosebumps trickling up my back. Andrew began massaging my ass cheeks, parting them and smacking them as I started grinding down on his dick.

  “That’s it. What a sight, Katie. Oh, holy hell, you're beautiful.”

  His words struck a chord with me, and I couldn’t help myself. I picked up the pace, pressing my hands into his shins as I slammed myself down into his lap. He was bucking up into me, his balls knocking against my body when he came up for his thrusts. His cock grew and pulsed, twitched and leaked. I could feel myself building again. I could feel my need for him growing stronger than ever.

  “Andrew. Andrew. Oh, yes. You feel so good. Fuck, yes. Yes. Yes. Like that. Right there. So close. Yes!”

  I threw my head back, my hands cupping my tits as I came around his cock again. His hands grabbed onto my hips, steadying me on his lap as his dick emptied within me. I could feel him lining my walls.

  I collapsed onto him, stars bursting in my vision as he caught me in his arms.

  “You’re okay, I’ve got ya.”

  I curled into Andrew’s body, and he wrapped his arms around me. He covered us up with the edge of the blanket, shrouding our naked bodies in case anyone walked our way. I could see the stars twinkling off in the distance and the moon shining with its brightness. Andrew’s heartbeat was rapid against my cheek as our arousal continued to slide from between my legs.

  “That was amazing,” I said.

  I felt Andrew grab my chin again, pulling my head up to his. He crashed his lips down onto mine, a hard kiss that swelled my lips. He held me there for what seemed like ages, and I melted into him.

  “Yes, it was,” Andrew said against my lips. “It was amazin’, pretty lady.”

  We laid there underneath the stars until the bonfire started to dwindle. People were making their way back to their cars and trucks, which meant we’d have to get out of there soon. When the coast was clear, we untangled ourselves, even though I didn’t want to. Even though I wanted to stay in his arms all night, I knew I had to get back to the resort and get my car.

  “Ya might want this,” Andrew said.

  He tossed me my panties, and I felt my cheeks flush. The two of us pieced ourselves back together and shared one last beer before we left. He took me straight to the resort and walked me to my car, and I chanced one last kiss on his cheek before I left.

  I watched him in my rearview mirror as he watched me, his body never moving until I was out of sight.

  I pulled up to my apartment complex and saw Lizzie sitting on the staircase. I furrowed my brow as she got up, holding her arms out with a massive smile on her cheeks. What was she doing here? Had I forgotten something? She didn’t seem mad, and I couldn't recall any plans that we’d made.

  “Hey!”

  “Hey there,” I said as I got out of my car. “What’s up?”

  “What took ya so long to get home?” Lizzie asked.

  “Just got held up at work. Did we have plans?” I asked.

  “Since when the fuck did I need plans to come see my best friend?” she asked.

  “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make plans then forget them because of the long day.”

  “Nah. Figured we could eat the rest of that leftover pizza and crack open some more beers.”

  “I’m honestly feeling like it’s a water kind of night,” I said.

  “Whatever. More for me. So, what held ya up at work?”

  “Training for this in-house counsel position. There’s way too much for this job to be part-time,” I said.

  “Then talk to one of them brothers about it. Who does the money shit again?”

  “Dylan.”

  “Yeah, talk to Dylan.”

  “But Caleb deals with all the employees.”

  “Then talk to Caleb,” she said.

  “I’ll figure it out. Right now, leftover pizza with my best friend sounds like a good idea.”

  I wasn’t hungry at all, but I wasn’t about to tell her what had actually happened. I knew Lizzie would be the last person to judge me for something like that, but it was still so fresh. As of now, the memory was only mine and Andrew’s to reminisce on, and I wanted to keep it that way for a little bit.

  I also wanted to give myself some time to sort out what in the world was going on. Because I was only one brother away from sleeping with al
l of them, and something kept telling me I’d have to come clean to them sooner or later.

  And that thought scared me more than Hunter finding out about all this.

  “Katie?”

  “Yeah? Huh? Sorry. Really long day,” I said.

  “Well, get up here and get off them feet. This front door ain’t gonna unlock itself,” Lizzie said.

  “Why don’t we ever do this stuff at your place?” I asked.

  “Because you hate my place, remember?”

  “Because you have a shitty roommate.”

  “Wow, you really must’ve had a long day if you’re cussin’ and shit.”

  “Or maybe you’re rubbing off on me,” I said with a grin.

  “Whatever the case, come on. There’s four slices of pizza in there callin’ our names and a Golden Girls marathon on.”

  “I didn’t know you liked that show. How the hell did I not know you liked that show?” I asked.

  “‘Cause I don’t advertise that shit. Now come on. We’re missin’ the best parts.”

  CHAPTER 21

  DYLAN

  As I sat there in my office, I threw my pencil across the room. No matter what I focused on and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get Katie off my damn mind. It was getting so frustrating that I found myself cussing in front of my brothers, and I knew they were getting suspicious of me. Caleb was starting to ask what had crawled up my ass and died, and Andrew was shooting me all these funny looks. I had hoped that fucking Katie would have gotten her out of my system like it did so many other women, that finally figuring out what she would’ve felt like all those years ago would’ve put a stop to all this. I thought screwing around with her would swing me back into my single bachelor life.

  But instead, it did the opposite.

  This insane part of me that was considering settling down was more pronounced now. I was laying my head down at night and wondering why I didn’t have a woman settling next to me. I was cooking in the kitchen for one and getting angry that I wasn’t cooking for two. I was going out to bars, drinking and trying to find myself a woman to pick up. But all the women that approached me were more of the same.

  The same, boring old shit I’d done in the past.

  Not only that, but I was flirting with Katie a hell of a lot more. And I didn’t care if my brothers were noticing or not. I was wary of doing anything physical in front of them because I didn’t know how Katie would feel about that but, other than that, I didn’t care. I’d taken Katie as mine and marked her as my own in all the ways a man could. I’d pinned her down and tasted her. Taken her in my lap and fucked her until she moaned my name. I’d marked her inside and out, and I knew after I walked away from her that night, that no other man could make her feel the way I had.

  That desperate look in her eye haunted me whenever I closed my eyes. I could still hear her pretty little sounds when I took control of her body. I could taste the beer on her lips and her pussy on the tip of my tongue.

  A part of me wanted my brothers to know she was mine.

  The problem? I knew I wasn’t the only one pining for her. I was well aware of the way Wyatt looked at her whenever she walked into a room. He’d always been shit when it came to hiding his feelings for the women around him. When Caleb and I had walked in that day with the pizza and drinks, I saw the two of them cuddled up to one another. I saw them holding hands. Wyatt was in the middle of professing something to her, and the sight had made my blood boil.

  I wanted to know exactly why the hell he was making a move on my woman.

  Wyatt wasn’t the only one, however. I saw Andrew’s lingering looks, too. Wyatt’s were more emotional, all romance and love and all that bullshit. But Andrew’s were more primal, eye-fucking her from across the hall. Katie deserved better than that. She wasn’t a piece of meat my brothers could toss around between them. Sharing women was one thing, but sharing Katie wasn’t going to happen. She meant something else to us. She was the culmination of everything we looked for in a woman. She was dedicated and kind, smart as a whip and laid back. She wasn’t high-strung or dependent on anyone, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let anyone boss her around.

  I liked that in her. I liked that spunk.

  I also liked that it fled the room when I took control.

  I tried to keep my mind on the numbers in front of me, but it was hard. The more I thought about Wyatt and Andrew, the more I got to wondering. If Wyatt was professing something to Katie that day, then that meant she’d probably given him a reason to feel the way he was feeling. Had they done something? Kissed? Had sex?

  Holy hell, were my brothers screwing around with Katie, too?

  The question thundered in my mind, and I couldn’t concentrate. I knew I had to talk to someone about this if I was ever going to get all this shit together by the end of the day. I pushed my chair out from behind my desk and stormed out of my office, not caring who saw me as I strode to Andrew’s office. I knocked on his door rapidly until he opened up, his cell phone pressed into his shoulder.

  “The hell, Dylan?”

  “We gotta talk. Get off the phone,” I said.

  “I’m orderin’ shit for us. Can ya give me a sec?” he asked.

  “Two minutes,” I said.

  I stepped into Andrew’s office and sat down until he finished. I crossed my leg over my knee, bouncing it up and down. I was nervous. I wasn’t ready to hear that Katie was sleeping with anyone else. She was special and deserved to be treated as such. And if she was sleeping around with any of my brothers, then it would taint what he had together.

  It wouldn’t be as special, and I wasn’t ready to tackle that idea yet.

  “The hell’s wrong with you?” Andrew asked.

  “Have you slept with Katie?” I asked.

  Andrew stared at me for a beat too long before I sighed.

  “You have,” I said.

  “Where’s all this shit comin’ from?” Andrew asked.

  “Just answer the damn question.”

  “The two of us had a date last night, yes,” he said. “I took her out to that massive bonfire that happens every year, and we had some barbecue.”

  “And?” I asked.

  “And we slept together. Yes.”

  “What about Caleb and Wyatt? They slept with her, too?”

  “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

  “Just answer the fuckin’ ques—”

  “Shit. You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” he asked.

  I stared Andrew down hard as I watched him lean heavily into his leather chair.

  “You screwed her at that fuckin’ party, didn’t you?” Andrew asked.

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. Put her up in a room after so she wouldn’t have to drive home.”

  “‘Cause you think you were that good?”

  “Because she’d had too much to drink,” I said.

  “So, you fucked her while she was drunk.”

  “She wasn’t drunk. Just tipsy enough for me to be concerned about her.”

  “I swear to fuck if you took advantage of her—”

  “I would never dare!” I said with a roar.

  My hands were curling around the edge of the chair. How dare Andrew accuse me of doing such a thing to any woman, much less Katie. I could feel my anger vibrating through my entire body as Andrew leaned forward, planting his forearms on his desk.

  “I don’t know if Caleb and Wyatt are sleeping with her,” Andrew said. “But I get the distinct impression Wyatt has.”

  “Why do you say that?” I asked.

  “Just times I’ve caught them together. Smilin’ a little too big or standin’ a little too close. I caught them walkin’ to the edge of the property one time before their bodies got real close.”

  “Shit,” I said in a whisper. “Does this mean we’re sharin’ her?”

  “What?”

  “Sharin’ Katie. Does this mean we’re all sharin’ Katie?”

  I watched Andrew shrug befo
re he lost himself in his own thoughts.

  “I don’t know how I feel about sharin’ Katie,” he said.

  “Katie’s different,” I said. “It’s why I’m askin’.”

  “She is different. And knowin’ she’s slept with you just—”

  “Boils your skin?” I asked.

  “Yep.”

  “I can’t share Katie, Andrew.”

  “Well, neither can I,” he said.

  “Then what the fuck are we gonna do?”

  “I actually wanna talk to you ‘bout that,” he said.

  “About what we’re gonna do?”

  “No, all this cussin’ you’ve been doin’. Ya only get like that when you’re stressed. What gives?”

  “Well, for starters, this Katie shit,” I said.

  “Uh-uh. You ain’t gettin’ outta this one that easily. I get you’re the oldest, and ya feel ya gotta put up some sort of bullshit macho front. But you’re talkin’ to me ‘bout this one.”

  “So, you can go bad mouth me to Katie about how much of a man I’m not and how she’s better off with you?” I asked.

  “How ‘bout let’s not bring her into our dick-measurin’ contest. How does that sound?” he asked.

  “Fine. But you’re gonna look at me like I’m crazy when I tell ya.”

  “Can’t be any crazier than figurin’ out your brother’s sleepin’ with the girl you slept with last night.”

  “True. Fine. I—”

  I ran my hand through my hair as I turned my gaze toward the wall.

  “I’m tired of the one-night stands,” I said.

  Andrew’s silence pulled my gaze back over to him.

  “You there?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m here. Just—digestin’.”

  “Told ya you’d think I’m crazy.”

  “Not crazy. I’m surprised, but I don’t think you’re crazy. I’m gettin’ a bit tired of them, too.”

  “That what bein’ in our thirties does to us?” I asked.

  “I ain’t thirty yet, old man. I’m only twenty-eight.”

  “Close enough. It’s just getting’ to be too much. I can’t keep ‘em all straight anymore, and I keep forgettin’ their names. I don’t wanna come off like an asshole, but I’m startin’ to.”

 

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