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

by Rye Hart

  It spun and it spun and I could feel the brothers’ eyes on me. Their curious glances slowly growing devilish while my nipples puckered painfully behind my bra. They knew what I was thinking and I knew what was rolling through their heads. As the bottle slowed to a stop in front of Chance, I lifted my gaze to him and grinned.

  “Chance,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”

  In an instant, the entire atmosphere in the room changed. Chance’s gaze held mine steadily as I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and I heard Ethan let out a groan as Chance drew in a long breath through his nose.

  “Dare,” he said.

  “I dare you, Chance Trent, to undress me and make me come.”

  “Oh, Tinkerbell,” he said as he approached me. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

  In an instant, Chance’s lips were on mine as his hands rounded my ass. I could feel his strength pressing into me, pinning me between himself and the cool glass of the sliding back doors.

  “We should put French doors here instead of having this sliding glass,” I said.

  “Anything you want,” he said into my lips.

  He stripped me of my clothes before he picked me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him carry me up the steps. He opened up one of the rooms and laid me down onto the bed, his lips kissing down my cheek and suckling at the skin on my neck.

  “Oh Chance,” I said, whispering.

  “Say it again,” he said.

  “Chance,” I said. “Please don’t make me wait.”

  “I love it when you say my name.”

  His lips traveled down my breasts, bypassing my nipples that were angry and screaming for attention. His hands parted my legs and I felt my juices dripping out onto the bed. He kissed the insides of my legs, sniffing my scent deeply before his tongue slid up my slit. My hands wound into the sheets underneath my body and my heels dug into Chance’s back while his tongue worked my clit.

  I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace.

  “Chance. Sweet fuck, that feels so good.”

  He groaned into my pussy and the vibrations pulled whimpers from between my lips.

  I bucked against his lips while he lapped at my clit. I could feel the tension mounting as he dug his hands into the meat of my thighs. He spread my legs farther apart, bending them toward my chest and rendering my body motionless. I cried out for more while the fluids Chance was pulling from me flowed down the crack of my ass.

  “Yes. Chance. I’m so close. Right there. Lick there. Don’t move. Don’t move, Chance!”

  He pressed his tongue deep into my body and it sent me over the edge. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while my heels dug into his back and I could hear the sloshing around of his tongue while he cleaned up my dripping pussy. My back was arched and my tits were bouncing, heaving with gasps of air while my climax rendered me speechless.

  The moment I felt my back hit the sheets, someone scooped me up into their arms.

  “You have no idea what watching you come does to me.”

  It was Owen and, immediately, my back was pressed against a wall.

  He slid into me, his thick dick pressing against my walls, and I groaned. Our lips connected in a passionate dance, our tongues battling for dominance while he pinned me to the wall. His cock pumped into me slowly and seamlessly and for a moment, it was only him and me. My eyes fluttered open and took in his light blue eyes. His hands pressed deep into the wall while my hands cupped his cheeks. I smiled at him, trapped between his body and the pleasure he was providing me but, soon, he picked up his pace and turned my smile into the perfect hole for someone else’s cock.

  He peeled me from the wall and laid my back against the bed and none of the brothers made a move toward us. I wrapped my legs around his thick body as he drove himself into me and the two of us were crying out in pleasure as he slipped himself inside of me. I pressed sloppy kisses into the sinewy muscles of his shoulders while he held me close to him, his cock filling me to the brim before spilling out onto the bed. I panted into his neck, my body shaking with love for him as he pressed loving kisses into the crook of my neck.

  Then when he got up, Ethan took his place.

  “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he said.

  “I didn’t realize this was going to be a one-on-one thing,” I said, grinning.

  “Let us make love to you, Kyra. Let us show you how much we care.”

  It was the smoothest thing I’d ever heard Ethan Trent say and I raised my lips to connect with his.

  He slid into me easily and my fingernails raked down his back. His long cock touched parts of me I never could’ve dreamt were there. He throbbed against my walls and caressed every single part of my body, drawing my nipples between his lips and stroking them with his tongue. I lifted my hips to connect with his, feeling Ethan already giving himself over to me in pleasure.

  But the moment he pinned my arms to the bed, I felt something carnal in me snap.

  I bucked wildly against him and I could tell it caught him off guard. The smirk that crawled across his face was salacious and, soon, I was locking my legs around him to draw him deeper. I could’ve sworn I felt him in my stomach, his hips pounding into mine as my tits jumped for him.

  “Ethan! Fuck, yes. Hold me down. Make me yours.”

  He crashed his lips onto mine, wanton and desperate as his hips began to stutter. I could feel my clit swelling while his cock pulsed inside of me. But before I could reach my own end again, he was marking me as his while my name tumbled from his lips like a prayer.

  “Oh, Kyra. You feel so fucking good. How do you do it?”

  I smiled and pressed kiss after kiss into his lips, feeling his hands loosen their grip so I could wrap my arms around him.

  We laid there until Ethan could gather himself. Then I saw Rowan come into the picture. He descended upon me with a smile on his face, his green eyes kind and his auburn highlights shining in the light above our heads. There wasn’t a thing about Rowan I didn’t love, just like all the other men in the room, and all I could do was rake my hands through his soft hair while he stared down at me.

  “I love you, Kyra,” he said.

  “Oh, Rowan,” I said, smiling. “I love you, too.”

  I brought his face to my lips while our tongues slowly connected. I could feel his cock trembling, begging to be inside of me as it dripped onto the skin of my thigh. I rolled my hips against his, pulling a groan from his throat that mine swallowed down before he lined himself up with my entrance.

  But I saw him look above my head just before he slid right in.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Who are you talking to—”

  He slammed himself into me just as someone’s hands came down onto my wrists. My arms were pinned above my head as Rowan tossed my legs over his shoulders, bending me in half while I cried out in ecstasy. I could feel Owen’s calloused fingers gripping me tightly and all I could do was moan and writhe.

  Rowan pounded into my dripping pussy while juices flowed down my skin. My body folded in half for him while my legs hooked around his shoulders.

  “Holy shit. Oh yes. Fuck! Rowan!”

  Rowan smiled at my sounds while my pussy fluttered around him and, soon, I was coming on his cock while he rocked against my hips.

  “Oh yes. Milk that dick, Kyra. Just like I know you can.”

  I felt my body pulling him deeper and deeper into its vice grip. I could see the look in his eyes while he bit down onto his lip. His hips were stuttering while my pussy was throbbing and it was all I could do to keep from crying tears of wanton desperation.

  There was nothing more I wanted in this very moment than my Lost Boys and I knew I would never look back and regret the decision I’d made with them.

  “Kyra. Kyra. Shit, just like that. Don’t move. Let me… Please… just a little…”

  Rowan dipped his face into my breasts and grunted out his orgasm. I felt Owen releasing my wr
ists so I could hold him close, my legs sliding off his shoulders as he came deep within me. I was shaking underneath him, trying to catch my breath while Rowan covered my bosom in warm, wet kisses.

  “I love you so much,” he said, whispering.

  “I love you, too, Rowan.”

  The moment Rowan rolled over, I felt Blake descend onto my lips. His glasses slid down his nose and I peeled them back from his face so I could look into his beautiful hazel eyes. His hands slowly rolled me over to the side before he sank down beside me, grasping my leg and pulling it back over his.

  My body was shaking with exhaustion while he peppered my shoulder with kisses.

  “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

  A smile rolled across my lips as he placed a small kiss to the shell of my ear. The way Blake quoted books to me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced and as he slowly slipped into me, the words tumbled from my lips.

  “I love you, too, Blake.”

  Slowly and delicately, he slid in and out of me. It was unrushed and gentle. Caring and sweet. His hands roamed my body, drawing from me giggles while he kissed every inch of my skin he could get to. I felt beautiful in his arms, just like I did with all the other brothers, but there was a gentle care to his demeanor that I was innately drawn to.

  It was one of the many things I loved about Blake Trent.

  I felt his fingertips slip between my pussy folds, his fingers playing with my swollen clit. I bucked back into him deeply, our motions growing bigger and stronger while he held my back close to his chest. I could hear Blake’s panting in my ear and it shivered my entire body, raising goosebumps on my skin while his dick dove deeply into my depths.

  I could feel my clit swelling underneath his fingertips and, soon, I was brought to an orgasm that completely took me by surprise.

  “Oh my gosh. Blake. Just like that. Please.”

  I felt him smile into my skin as he slid himself into me one last time. His climax was tender. Quiet. His sounds were muffled by my neck as I slid my hands back into his light brown hair. I pulled him close to me, my head cocking off to the side so I could capture his lips.

  I felt his stream of come flowing from between my legs, soaking my thighs while his hands massaged my breasts.

  I felt him pull from my body before a pair of hands rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt my hips being lifted into the air, my body vibrating with pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. The moment Harper’s lips pressed into my back, I knew exactly who it was. I could smell his earthy cologne and feel the slight chap of his lips that were never really smooth, but always so inviting. He chewed on them when he got nervous, a habit I’d always known him to have, and I’d come to associate his slightly-chapped lips with comfort.

  He slid into me effortlessly, his hips bottoming out into my ass while my aching pussy fluttered around his cock.

  Silently, he drew my earlobe between his teeth. I sighed and arched into him, feeling his cock plunge deeply into my depths. The thickness he had, coupled with the length of his cock, was astounding, and it left me breathless every time he graced me with his dick.

  He set a relentless pace from the beginning and all I could do was hang on for the ride.

  I braced myself against the headboard and bucked back into him. My ass was jiggling and my toes were curling. I felt his balls slapping against my clit while his breath panted against my skin. His hands twisted into my hair, tugging my head back while I groaned out his name. I loved the way these boys twisted me up. I loved the way they played rough with me. I loved how they could go from being the sweetest men alive to being absolute animals in bed.

  And I loved that they weren’t afraid to show it.

  “Fuck me, Harper. Fuck me until I can’t speak any longer.”

  He slammed into me, knocking the bed against the wall. I cried out for more, my hands pressing into the wood of the headboard while my ass jiggled for his pleasure. He let go of my head and dropped down to me, allowing his teeth to sink into the nape of my neck while his cock split me wider than I ever thought possible.

  The bigger he grew, the more of him I wanted.

  Juices were splashing around on the bed while Harper marked me with his teeth. I allowed my face to drop into the pillow, my mouth running away with me while electricity coursed through my veins. I felt like my entire body was on fire. Like I was about to take off and rocket toward the heavens. I felt Harper’s dick pulsing deep within me, growing stronger and stronger before his hands grabbed my hips.

  He thrust into me one last time, his balls smacking my clit and sending me spiraling into a heated climax while he dumped himself inside of me.

  “Harper. Shit. Holy fuck. I can’t…”

  He dropped to my back and plummeted us both to the bed and all I could do was gasp for air while he kissed all the way down my spine.

  “There,” he said before he kissed the backs of my thighs. “Fucked until you couldn’t speak.”

  That cheeky son of a bitch.

  I rolled over and began giggling, the euphoria rendering me light-headed. I was so overwhelmed that my entire body began to shiver and if I had more tears to cry, I knew I would have. For the first time in my life, my mind had come to a complete halt, and all there was were the sounds of heavy breaths being taken, along with the smell of sex permeating the air.

  Then, I felt Chance dip down beside me in bed.

  I rolled over to face him and his beautiful smile came into view. His brown eyes sparkled while his hand came up to cup my cheek and he pulled my face close to his before he stopped.

  His lips hovered above mine delicately and I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

  “I love every single part of you,” Chance said. “And there is nothing you could do that will ever change that.”

  Our lips connected in a small, delightful kiss before he rolled on top of me and sank between my legs. Without breaking our lips, he slid into me, the thickness of his dick shivering my bones before his fingertips found my clit. He rolled into me effortlessly while my toes drifted up his legs, locking around his waist so I could draw him in closer.

  But his hand was rendered motionless, and apparently, he didn’t like that.

  “Brothers,” he said as he broke the kiss. “I think I’m gonna need a bit of help.”

  My eyes shot open and, in that very moment, I felt my legs being uncurled from his body.

  One by one, my arms and legs were pinned to the bed. I was spread wide for Chance, his eyes dancing between that boyish sparkle and that devious stare. I was completely immobile as his lips locked with mine again, but this time, he thrusted deeply into me.

  I cried out into his lips, trying to pry my limbs from the hands of the other brothers. I wanted to feel him. To caress him. To cling to him and to mark my fingernails into his back. But they held me still while Chance ravaged my body, his lips suckling all over my neck and breasts and shoulders.

  I was shivering with passion and moaning with pleasure while Chance took every ounce of me he wanted.

  He buried himself into me time and time again, drawing us both to an end we all desperately wanted. The brothers held me down while Chance made his mark on me, my tits flying in his face as he slammed into my hips. He muffled my cries of love with his lips, swallowing my words and feeding off my energies. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to scream out how important he was to me.

  How important they all were to me.

  But instead, we climaxed together. A heated and heavy moment that ran sweat down my back and caused my vision to tunnel. I could feel Chance releasing himself deep into my body, coating my throbbing and aching walls with his arousal while my body soared up toward the heavens.

  I collapsed in a fit of sweat and come, breathing Chance’s air while his body rested on top of mine. I could feel the brothers slowly releasing me, their lips planting kisses on the pa
rts of my body that Chance wasn’t currently covering up.

  I was so lucky to have found my Lost Boys and I knew I would do whatever it took to make sure I never lost them again.

  EPILOGUE - KYRA

  ONE YEAR LATER

  It was the night of the massive party and I was absolutely ecstatic. We were celebrating the success of my online channel that had just hit one million subscribers. Christmas was hanging thickly in the air and the boys were running around trying to put everything together. I couldn’t have been happier.

  I knew they were proud of me, but I was proud of myself, too.

  People came from town to indulge in the foods we had catered. I could hear the guys singing my praises every time I turned a corner and it was almost more than I could bear. Chance kept going on and on about how my dedication was inspiring and Harper kept talking about how I should write a book with all my advice in it. Ethan was going on about how he watched every single one of my videos the moment they came out and even my father was up and talking with people about how he knew I could do it.

  It had been a long road to recovery for him and he still wasn’t fully there yet. His smile was still a bit lopsided and he walked with a limp, but this past year had dealt him a great deal of improvements. My Lost Boys had been there every step of the way to help, paying for things they had no business paying for and making sure he was comfortable during those long nights when he couldn’t sleep.

  And every time I tried to take a breath, another person was wrapping their arms around me and congratulating me on my success.

  Blake eventually escorted everyone out when he saw my father becoming tired. Dad was hellbent on throwing this party for me, but that meant we would be done earlier than most would expect. Even though my father had undergone a great deal of healing, he still tired easily and, by the time nine o’clock rolled around, he was ready to lay down.