Nine Marines' Shared Property: A Reverse Harem Romance (Love by Numbers Book 8)

by Nicole Casey

  I collapsed onto the couch. Holly gave me a hug.

  “I hate to see you like this. You worry so much.”

  I sighed. “It’s just one thing after another. They said they’d be gone for six months, and now they’re telling me they’ll be gone for eight. We were supposed to go out tonight and now they’ve canceled.”

  “They have jobs,” said Holly defensively.

  “I know. Listen to me. I’m a spoiled attention-seeking brat.”

  “No you’re not.”

  My phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced at the screen. “Oh, my—” I stood and nearly threw the phone across the room.

  “What is it?”

  I shook my head. “It’s nothing.”

  “It doesn’t look like nothing.”

  I sighed. “It’s Michael.”

  Holly’s eyes widened. “Does he still text you?!”

  “No, actually this is the first text I’ve got from him in months.” I glanced at the screen again. “And it’s a long one.”

  “Don’t read it,” said Holly. “Delete it and block his number.”

  I didn’t listen to her. I stood there right in front of her and read the text. “He’s sorry. He says it was all his fault and he’s begging me for another chance.”

  “Of course he is,” said Holly. “Don’t write back. Delete the text and block his number.”

  “He says he’s been promoted to manager of Tree Top, he got a new apartment but it’s too big for him alone. He’s begging for me to come back.”

  Holly took the phone out of my hands and set it on the table. “Too little, too late. You’re seeing someone else, now.”

  “Hypothetically,” I said, exacerbated. “I’m only seeing them when they want me to see them. It’s a one-way street.”

  Holly rubbed her chin as if she was in deep thought. “I would think that since there’s nine of them, at least one would be available all the time.”

  “Right!?” I threw my hands in the air. “But they have these stupid rules like they can’t go on a date with me alone. They think that will lead to competition. They don’t trust each other. If they can’t trust each other, why should I?”

  “They have a rule that they can’t go on a date with you alone?” Holly repeated, incredulous.

  I chuckled. “Crazy, isn’t it?”

  “What other rules do they have?”

  I took my phone off the table. “All texts have to go through Travis. That’s one of their rules.”

  “That’s strange,” said Holly.

  “Well, I’ll send Travis a text then. I think it’s about time I set some ground rules of my own.”

  ‘Gwen’s rules: rule number one: Gwen’s needs must be met; unless she chooses otherwise, she must be satisfied at least once a week.’

  Travis’s response: ‘What’s rule number two?’

  Gwen’s response: ‘Let’s worry about rule number one first!’

  They booked a room for me at the Marina Hotel. I told them they didn’t need to come all nine together, but that they shouldn’t come alone—not that I wouldn’t have enjoyed some alone time with each of them, but I felt the need to establish some of my own rules. I figured that was a rule they wouldn’t contest.

  Ever since the masquerade ball, I’d been craving their touch, their firm hands on me, their hard cocks in me. Unfortunately, the recent canceled plans and the hints that maybe I wouldn’t get to see them all before they left, all that put a damper on my enthusiasm. That was putting it mildly; I teetered between frustration and anger. On more than one occasion, I’d considered calling the whole thing off.

  But now that I was at the hotel, getting myself and the room ready for their arrival, all that anger and frustration seemed like a distant and childish caprice.

  The hotel room wasn’t large. The bed was centered and it dominated the modest dimensions. I moved it against the far wall to create a little more floor space. I had plans for the boys.

  I showered and donned a simple blue nightgown. No panties; they wouldn’t stay on long, anyway.

  Right on time, there came a knock at the door.

  I took a seat at the table on the other side of the room. “Come in.”

  The door opened, and Nolan entered. Behind him was Santiago. I put a hand to my chest to quell my trembling heart. Seeing one muscle-bound hunk come to me, followed by another equally buff specimen, it was still something I hadn’t quite got used to.

  “Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

  Nolan came to me. “Who you calling gentlemen?” He put his arm around me, gripped the back of my head and leaned over to give me a kiss.

  With the strength and passion of his kiss, I thought it would be a long one, but he pulled away and forced my head to the side where Santiago leaned over and gave me a kiss, equally as strong and as short.

  “Three’s a crowd.” Taylor entered the room. “So I brought a fourth.” His identical twin, Tristan followed him in. The two of them had recently had their hair cut, and in identical beige slacks and dark-blue button-down shirts, they’d never looked more similar than they did then.

  “The more the merrier.” I held out my arms, and they came to me with kisses and caresses.

  “Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time,” said Tristan.

  “Impatient,” I said. I reached out, grabbed his pants by the waist and pulled him to me. I unbuttoned his pants and slid them off of him. The other men followed suit.

  With the table to my left, the wall to my right and Tristan in front of me, the men couldn’t get to me. They stood in the center of the room and unbuttoned their shirts. I leaned my head against Tristan’s waist, my arm feeling the firm muscles of his legs, while I watched them undress.

  I stuck out my hand in the direction of Nolan. He took it and tried to pull me up off my seat. But I held on to Tristan and pulled Nolan to me. I fondled his bicep and his shoulder and I said, “Who do you think is stronger, you or Santiago?”

  Santiago chuckled.

  “It depends how you measure strength,” said Nolan.

  I squeezed his bicep. It was hard as a rock. “Who would win in an arm-wrestling match?”

  Santiago chuckled louder this time.

  Nolan looked at Santiago and said, “If I used both my arms, I could beat him.”

  “Maybe,” said Santiago.

  I ran my hand over his chest. He flexed for me, and I traced the contour of his muscles with the tips of my fingers. “And what about a regular wrestling match?”

  “That’s a toss up,” said Nolan.

  “More like I’d toss you up then pin you down,” said Santiago.

  As I ran my hand up and down Tristan’s leg, I felt his cock stiffen against my chest. I shifted so that it pressed against my breast, and he rocked and rubbed it against me slowly.

  “Taylor,” I said. “Would you be the referee for their wrestling match?”

  “Huh?” Nolan looked at me somewhat confused.

  I slipped the strap of my nightgown off my shoulder and stuck out my chest. “To the victor go the spoils.”

  Santiago took a standing position in the center of the room and faced Nolan. “This should be quick,” he said. Then he glanced at me. “Prepare to be spoiled.”

  Nolan faced Santiago and assumed an identical position. “I’m happy to pin this guy to the floor for you, if that’s what you want. But regardless,” he glanced at me and raised his brow, “we share our property.”

  Taylor put himself between them; he separated them with outstretched arms then took a step back and released them.

  They rammed into each other: hard, flexed muscles locking into a show of force.

  I slid my hand up Tristan’s leg, up his boxers, grabbed his ass and held it in my firm grip.

  Santiago lifted Nolan and threw him against the wall. The room shook. Then Nolan pulled Santiago to the ground with him. They grappled and rolled. Finally, Nolan pinned Santiago on his back. Taylor got down on one knee and slapped the floor three
times. “One. Two. Three.”

  Nolan stood up and raised his arms triumphantly in the air.

  I spread my legs and hiked up my nightgown. “Come get your spoils.”

  Nolan helped Santiago off the floor then he turned to me and said, “The wrestling was only for your amusement.”

  “And I was amused,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to have strong men compete for me.”

  Nolan slipped off his boxers. He touched his dick and scratched his shoulder with his other hand, flexing all the while. “The only competing we’re going to do is compete for who can make you come the most.”

  He took slow, deliberate steps toward me. Taylor and Santiago did the same.

  I pulled Tristan’s boxers down, grabbed the base of his cock and ran my tongue over the tip. “How about a competition of who can hold out the longest before I make them come?”

  I put my lips around the tip, sucked and smacked my lips.

  In one swift motion, Nolan lifted the table over his head and turned. I thought he was going to throw it across the room, but he handed it to Taylor behind him who set it down on the opposite side of the room. Then Nolan grabbed me by my legs and lifted me off the chair. I gasped and held on to Tristan by the waist.

  “You play your games,” said Nolan, “and we’ll play ours.”

  He hiked up my nightgown, spread my legs apart and thrusted his stiff cock into me.

  I grabbed on to Tristan’s chest with one hand and his ass with the other.

  Tristan grabbed my hair. He turned my head and brought his shaft to my lips.

  It wasn’t possible for me to suck on Tristan with Nolan pounding me from behind. So I straightened. I pressed my body against Tristan. I held his cock in my hand. He put his arms around me and dotted my forehead and my eyes with soft kisses while Nolan held me by the hips and rammed his hard shaft into me, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  I sunk my teeth into Tristan’s shoulders. I didn’t bite him, exactly, but I needed to put my teeth against something in order to keep me from screaming. I gripped his ass tight, and I stroked him to the rhythm of Nolan’s thrusts.

  “Let’s see how close of a unit you truly are,” I said under my breath. “Come together. And you better hurry, I’m about to come, too.”

  Tristan grabbed my breasts. He arched his head back. “I’m going to come,” he said.

  On cue, my snatch gushed, Nolan filled me with his seed and Tristan sprayed my belly with his.

  I crumpled to the floor. I closed my eyes but felt arms around my shoulders and arms around my legs. I was lifted and set onto the bed.

  “Give me a minute,” I said. I rolled off the bed and staggered to the bathroom. I wondered if I had boarded a ship since the floor beneath my feet rocked. I held on to the wall as I made my way into the shower.

  The water was cold and invigorating.

  “It’s been a minute,” Taylor called out from the room.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” I called back.

  Taylor and Santiago entered the shower with me. There was hardly room for the three of us, but that was fine by me; we’d just have to press our bodies tight together.

  Taylor dropped to his knees. His mouth nipped at my legs up to my crotch while Santiago brushed my hair back out of my eyes and massaged my scalp with firm fingers. The cold water from the shower hit my chest and streamed down and over my breasts. My nipples were hard and ached to be touched. I took Taylor’s hand, lifted it and placed it on my breast. I let his mouth explore my crotch, his hand explore my breasts while I closed my eyes and leaned back. My head rested on Santiago’s broad shoulder, my back held against his big chest.

  Taylor dropped his hand to stroke my legs and my ass. His tongue flicked my quivering snatch.

  I reached behind me, took Santiago’s hands and brought them to my breasts.

  He squeezed, and I rolled my head to the side to nip at his jaw, his cheek, his mouth.

  His stiff cock pressed against the small of my back. I took it in my hand and stroked him.

  I moaned. “I’m going to come,” I said. “Come with me.”

  He pushed my breasts together and ran his thumbs around my hardened nipples. “You first,” he said.

  I stroked Santiago’s cock with one hand while with the other I grabbed Taylor by the back of his head and guided his movements.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, louder this time.

  Taylor stood. “I want to feel you.” He guided the tip of his member between my wet labia. He ran it up and down. He squeezed my ass with both hands. His shaft entered me then escaped.

  “Again,” I pleaded. I let go of Santiago. My hands reached out so I could brace myself against the shower wall.

  Santiago spread my ass cheeks. His cock entered me, just the tip, but it was enough to have me cry out.

  Taylor pulled out.

  “No,” I said. I grabbed him by the hip and guided him into me again.

  Just as he pulled out, Santiago’s tip penetrated my ass, again, slightly deeper still.

  He pulled out, and I grabbed Taylor’s ass and pushed him into me again.

  They really were a close unit. They entered me and pulled out in perfectly synchronized movements, imitating and playing off the depths, the angles and the speed.

  I put my mouth against Taylor’s chiseled jaw. I wrapped my arms around him. “Come with me,” I said.

  I gushed out, while he gushed in, and Santiago’s warm cum hit the small of my back.

  I would have collapsed again, but they held me.

  Taylor took the showerhead from the hook and he washed down my body.

  I didn’t trust my weak knees, so I held on to Taylor while Santiago led me out of the shower. He wrapped me in a towel. I leaned back and closed my eyes while my men dried me off and led me back to bed.

  17

  Axel

  I had to sit through a three-hour lecture, during which Elijah and J.P. were at the Marina Hotel with Gwen. I surprised myself with the realization that I felt no jealousy—even though I thought, given the circumstances, that the jealousy would have been justified. Instead, I bid my time, knowing that soon the long day would come to an end and I would be with Gwen.

  Usually, there was at least one member of the squad available to have dinner with, but between work, increased training and Gwen nearby at the Marina Hotel, I was having a rare meal alone. I’d agreed to go to the hotel later with Travis, but he wouldn’t be free until midnight. If ever there was a time to make an exception to our ground rules, no one can see her outside of the cafe alone, it was now. But I knew the ground rules had been set for good reason; no exceptions. So, I finished dinner, had a glass of wine and lay down for a nap.

  Shortly past midnight, Travis woke me up. “What are you doing sleeping?” he said as he shook me.

  I slapped his hands off of me. “Stop that.”

  “Are you tired?” he said.

  I pulled myself out of bed. “No. I was waiting for you.” I could tell he was anxious and ready to go. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Let me jump in the shower and get changed.”

  “I’ll meet you outside in twenty minutes,” he said.

  “Make it ten.”

  We walked quickly to the hotel, not only because we were both in a hurry to see Gwen, but also because on that early November night, it was rather cold.

  “Did you text her?” I asked.

  “Yeah, an hour ago and also ten minutes ago.”

  “And?”

  “No reply.”

  I slowed my pace. “You don’t think Elijah and J.P. could still be there?”

  Travis shook his head. “No. I talked to Elijah. They left at around nine thirty.”

  “Hmm.” I rubbed my chin.

  “She’s probably asleep,” said Travis.

  I blew on my hands. “And we’re just going to go there and wake her up?”

  “Yep.” Travis seemed unphased. Then again, he had no problem waking me up.


  “Poor girl,” I said. “She’s going to be a wreck tomorrow.”

  The hotel came into view, and I stopped. “Maybe we shouldn’t go. Maybe we should let her sleep.”

  “Are you crazy?” said Travis.

  “I’m just trying to think about what she’d want.”

  “So am I,” said Travis. “And I don’t think she’d appreciate being stood up.”

  I wasn’t so sure. “You’re probably right.”

  “Probably?”

  I wished I’d had Travis’s confidence. I wished I knew exactly what Gwen wanted. He was right, though, standing her up would have been bad. But wearing her out couldn’t be good either. I put that concern on my growing list of things to talk about with Gwen.

  “Come on,” said Travis, and he picked up his pace to a near jog. I followed suit.

  We arrived at the hotel and took a moment to compose ourselves. “How do I look?” asked Travis.

  “Like a man on a mission,” I said.

  “Like a good-looking man on a mission?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know. You look fine, I guess.”

  Travis frowned. He reached for the door then turned to me and said, “You know, this is probably the last time we’ll see her.”

  “The last time we see her, until we get back from deployment,” I corrected, but it came out as more of a question than a statement of fact.

  The receptionist greeted us with a nod of the head. I gave him a salute, and we headed for the stairs. The hotel was so silent and still—which wasn’t surprising; it was past one o’clock in the morning. We reached her door and stood there a moment. I waited for Travis to knock, and he presumably waited for me to do the same. I whispered to him, “Maybe we should call her.”

  He twisted his mouth into a frown and knocked on the door.

  A long moment later, he knocked again but louder.

  I heard the shuffling of footsteps then the door cracked open. Gwen’s sleepy eyes squinted at us from between the crack. She wiped her eyes then smiled, opened the door and stepped to the side.

  “Good morning, Gwen.” I gave her a kiss and entered.

  “Morning?”