Breakaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 5)

by Lily Harlem

  “Si, he is.” Maria reached for Raul and kissed each of his cheeks. “And I have much to tell you about.”

  “Really?” Raul looked worried. “Problema?”

  “No, all is good. Your staff here work hard, and Jose is a great head chef.” She stepped away and rested her hand on the chef who was nearest.

  “Thank you,” Jose said. “But I was taught well and left with clear instructions.” He nodded at Raul. “Covers have remained unchanged while you have been away, but I am glad you’re here. It is time for a few tweaks of the menu, keep the regulars interested.”

  “I agree.” Raul surveyed the kitchen. “Which is why I am here.” He banged his chest. “My heart told me it was time for a visit. So I’ve come with my wife and my crew to spice up the menu.”

  “And have you been inspired?” Maria asked. “On your travels?”

  “Si. I have recipe for snake now.” Raul laughed. “But I will tell you about that later. Right now, I want to show Olivia and my crew upstairs. Where I live.”

  “Would you like me to book a hotel for your friends?” Maria asked.

  “No, no.” Raul took Olivia’s hand. “We will all sleep upstairs, that will work for us. There is plenty of room.”

  “But…”

  “I’m sure we’ll be quite comfortable, Mrs Santiago,” Harry said. “Thank you, though.”

  “I will speak to you tomorrow,” Raul directed at Jose. “We are tired after long journey from Africa.”

  “Shall I cook for you all?” Jose asked. “Before opening time.”

  “Aye, that would be cool,” Mason said, eyeing up a huge fish stuffed with peppers and rice.

  “Cool, si, I will get to it.” Jose grinned. “That is cool.”

  “And I will let Pablo know you’re here,” Maria said. “He will be very pleased.”

  Olivia was excited as they climbed a flight of stairs to Raul’s private apartment. The walls were painted white, the floor pale, sandy-colored wood, and the handrail stainless steel.

  She’d always imagined he’d have a very traditional home—strong reds and blues, cluttered surfaces, pictures of flamenco dancers on the walls, and lace at the windows.

  She couldn’t have been more wrong. The huge apartment was minimalist with three bedrooms, a huge open-plan lounge diner, and a bathroom which had two sinks side by side and a massive shower cubicle.

  “Wow,” Evan said, wandering across the kitchen. “You make a fair bit at the restaurant then, mate.”

  “Si, it keeps me comfortable.”

  “Very comfortable. This place is awesome,” Harry said. “And the view is incredible.”

  Olivia ran her hand over a sleek marble island and stared out of the window. The sea glistened, and in the distance were several ships, including a large container boat she suspected was Joan D’Arc. A tall palm tree to the right was the only thing that interrupted the beautiful vista, and right now several small birds sat on the fronds.

  “Do you like it, mi niña hermosa?” Raul asked.

  “I love it.”

  “Mi casa es tu casa. Do you know what that means?” he said, slipping his arms around her waist.

  “My house is your house?” she guessed.

  “Si, my home, it open for all of you. That is why no hotel, we can all sleep here. Come and see the bedroom, the biggest one.” He steered her to the back of the kitchen, then past a huge wood burner suspended from the ceiling, and a long, low gray sofa. “I think you will like it.”

  She paused at the doorway and studied the large room. Like the rest of the apartment it was painted white and the wooden floorboards exposed, though there were several deep-pile white rugs dotted around. The four-poster bed was enormous and made of stainless steel. But far from this making it appear cold, the softly draped gray linen hanging from the posts and covering the top made it look very inviting.

  Two soft chairs were set by a window, which had a horizontal blind partially closed against the sun, and they had plump silvery cushions on them, one embroidered with a black fork, the other with a spoon.

  “It’s funky,” she said, stepping in. It smelled faintly of Raul’s pine aftershave.

  “Funky is good, si?”

  “Yes, very.” She walked up to a tall dresser made of darkly polished wood. “I like these photographs.”

  “Ah, they are of my family. This is my mother when she was a young woman. Beautiful, don’t you think?”

  “Very, and she’s still beautiful.” Like Raul’s apartment, Maria wasn’t what Olivia had been expecting. She was much more glamorous, regal almost, and her English was perfect. “Is this your brother and his family?”

  “Si, my two nephews, very cute but very naughty.”

  She laughed. “Really?”

  “Si. Our children…well our ship children…are very well behaved if compared.”

  A shard of sadness went through her. Yes. Their children had been excellently behaved.

  She picked the silver-framed photograph up and studied Pablo. “You told me he was ugly; he looks like you.”

  “Are you saying I’m ugly?” Raul frowned.

  She laughed. “No, but you did, by saying that when we first met.”

  “Ah, but it worked—you are mine and not his.”

  “He doesn’t look like he can be stolen away. His wife is so pretty.”

  “Bettina, si, she is. She makes him very happy.”

  “Which is how it should be.” Olivia set the photograph back down and turned to the room.

  Harry was standing in the doorway nibbling on his bottom lip with his left shoulder bunched against the frame. His hands were in his jeans pockets, tugging them down a bit and exposing a strip of abdomen.

  “What do you think, Captain?” Raul asked.

  “I’m thinking that bed could be fun.” Harry grinned. “After sleeping on a hard bunk for the last week or so.”

  “Si, it is a good bed. No squeaks.” Raul laughed.

  Harry’s smile slipped a little. “You sure about that?”

  “Si.” Raul tipped his head and studied Harry. “Very sure. It is good, expensive bed.”

  “Perhaps we should test it out.” Harry set his attention on Olivia. “Would you like that?”

  “Would I like what?”

  “To please your husbands?”

  “That’s always something I like doing.” How could she not? They were all so damn gorgeous.

  “Ah, good.” Raul nodded. “And after our trip it is time for some fun. Sexy fun.” He stepped up close and took hold of the base of Olivia’s t-shirt. “Sexy naked fun.”

  A small tremor of desire tugged her belly. The flash of lust in both Raul’s and Harry’s eyes was a turn on itself. Not only that, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a one-on-one session—they were both up for naked time.

  Raul tugged her t-shirt off, then threw it onto the chair with the fork cushion. “And these.” He popped open the button on the jeans she was wearing. “We want to see you, all of you.”

  She kicked away her soft shoes and allowed him to remove her jeans, holding his shoulder as she lifted each leg.

  “I really need to get you more sexy underwear.” Harry tutted. “That doesn’t even match.”

  She glanced at her black knickers and white bra. Both were plain and functional. “To be fair, I had no idea I was going to be stripped as soon as we got here.”

  “You have been so tired at night,” Raul said, cupping her face. “I think now is a good time for our fun. Before you eat dinner and then get sleepy.”

  “I’m sorry, I…”

  “Do not apologize.” He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and delicately touching it to hers.

  She moaned as her nipples tightened to small hard twists and heat pooled between her legs.

  Her bra slackened. Raul had undone it.

  “Good plan,” Harry said with a chuckle. “Get rid of the offending items of clothing.”

  Raul broke the kiss and smiled a
t her. “I’ve dreamed of having you here in my apartment. Of us all being here.”

  She swallowed and nodded as he slid her bra straps down her arms. He tossed it to the chair, so it landed on top of her jeans and t-shirt.

  When he turned back to her, he gently cupped her breasts. His palms were cool on her hot skin, and she fluttered her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

  “The perfect handful,” Raul said. “And so soft.”

  “I want you,” she whispered and opened her eyes. She turned to Harry. “Both of you.”

  He licked his lips and let his gaze drift down her body. “She’s still wearing too much, Raul.”

  “Si, she is.” He glided his touch to her panties, then tugged them down.

  When they reached her knees she wriggled, forcing them to fall to her ankles so she could kick them away.

  “Much better.” Harry pushed from the doorframe. “Now we can begin.”

  He slotted in behind her, peppering kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder. Raul caught her mouth again, and she sighed. Being naked, between two clothed men in the broad light of day, was incredibly erotic.

  “Do you remember,” Harry whispered, “the to-do list item I told you about at the villa?”

  She hesitated.

  ‘I’d have you tied to the bed, arms and legs spread wide and harnessed down. You’d be naked. You’d be writhing with want, and I’d be bringing you close with my fingers, tongue and cock, then backing away. You’d beg for it, cry out for it. Every time you thought you were going to come I’d leave you hanging. I’d come over and over as I aroused you. I’d come in your mouth, on your chest…high up inside you. Eventually, you’d come, and I’d keep you coming not for seconds, but for minutes, whole minutes. You’d be delirious with pleasure, gripped by ecstasy. And you’d look and sound and feel so fucking awesome like that. I’d let the others watch, a sexy show. Our woman getting off so spectacularly.’

  Yes, she remembered everything he’d said with startling clarity considering he’d been making love to her when he’d spoken the words.

  “Harry.” Her voice was breathy. She glanced at the bed; the stark white covers were stretched tight and neat. It was almost virginal. Was she ready to be tied up? Made to writhe with want and cry out with need?

  “You know you want it,” he said, his breath hot on her bare skin. “We all want it.”

  “Si.” Raul gently tweaked her nipples. “Let’s do that. I want to see our woman begging for her orgasm.” He kissed her, his mouth shaped in a smile as his lips pressed to hers. “It would be so sexy.”

  “Is it a yes?” Harry asked, cupping her ass from behind.

  “Yes.” She swallowed and enjoyed a tremor of need tugging her pussy. “Yes, do it. I want all my husbands, now.”

  “And you’re going to get us. But first.” Harry took her hand. “Over here.”

  He led her to the bed.

  She was aware of the cool air sliding over her body and her breasts shifting slightly as she walked. The floor was chilly on the soles of her feet, but inside her, the very core of her, an intense flame was growing and becoming a fire, a furnace.

  “Lie down,” Harry said, indicating the bed. “Make yourself comfortable, you’re going to be there for a while.”

  A tremble of nerves combined with her desire. Harry’s words had conjured an impressive image in her mind that was seriously sexy, but equally made her a little apprehensive.

  Could she handle being tied up?

  Being teased the way he’d described?

  And all of them…with her?

  “You’ll love it,” he said, his breath hitching. “We all will. It’s time for this.”

  “And you trust us?” Raul opened a drawer and took out two lengths of black ribbon. “Don’t you?”

  “Yes, of course.” She studied the shiny material. “What’s that?”

  “To tie you up,” he said, pulling one length taut so it made a snapping sound.

  “And you just happen to have that handy, there? What is it, a sex drawer?”

  He chuckled. “I never said I was a virgin, Olivia.”

  “Well no, but…”

  He caught her mouth in a quick kiss, then, “Lie down, mi niña hermosa, hands above, like this.” He encouraged her to settle on the bed and lifted her right arm.

  She watched as he attached her wrist to the bedpost, the black ribbon startling against the pale drapes. She’d never been tied up before; her ex, Darren, had suggested it once, but they’d never acted upon it; the relationship was already starting to hit the rocks.

  So seeing her limb wrapped in ribbon and secured was a new sight. So was the way her stretched arm changed the shape of her breast as gravity sloped it toward the bed.

  She turned and watched Harry do the same to her opposite arm. He had a steely look of concentration on his face, and his lips were slightly parted, as though his breathing was picking up with excitement.

  “Try it,” Raul said, when Harry straightened.

  She yanked her arms; the ribbons tightened on her wrists. She was well and truly harnessed down. The knots were secure, the ribbon tight.

  “Mmm.” Harry grinned at Raul. “Seems we’ve caught ourselves a hot woman.”

  “Such fun to play with.” Raul sat on the side of the bed and tickled the curve of her breasts. He caressed lower, dipping into her navel and stroking the sides of her waist.

  Everywhere he touched left a trail of arousal. She pressed her legs together, hoping for some stimulation on her clit, and moaned softly.

  “You look amazing like this, Liv.” Harry settled on her opposite side and gently played with her nipples. They were super-sensitive, each contact a treat.

  “Harry,” she gasped, staring into his eyes.

  “Shh, it’s good, you’ll see.” He touched her collar, then his own. “We’re yours and you’re ours.”

  “Yes.”

  “And you remember our safeword?”

  She thought for a moment then nodded.

  “Good, it’s there to be used if you need to.”

  “Okay.” She didn’t want to use the safeword, she wanted the full experience of what Harry had in mind.

  Raul slid his fingers between her legs and found her clit.

  She gasped and tensed a little. Instinctively she dragged at her binds.

  “Just feel and enjoy,” Harry said. “Enjoy us being in charge of your pleasure. You don’t have to do a thing.”

  Chapter Four

  Olivia relaxed onto the bed as Raul gently stimulated her clit. It was clear he was in no rush to push her toward orgasm.

  Harry’s eyes were wide, and his cheeks a little flushed. She guessed he was enjoying watching Raul touch her.

  After several minutes, Raul shifted onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart. The sensation changed to heavy and damp when he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

  “Mmm, yes,” she said, looking down at him. His hair was again pulled into a ponytail, and the sunlight, fractured as it filtered through the blind, brushed over the glossy dark strands.

  “Is he good with his mouth?” Harry asked. He touched her nipples, switching between them and keeping them both tight peaks.

  “Yes, yes…oh…” Raul had added a finger. “More.”

  He gave it. Adding another so he was filling her with two, knuckle deep.

  Her belly clenched, and she curled her toes. The need to have him speed up, take her higher, was growing.

  “It will be a while before you come,” Harry said softly. “Relax into it. Experience the journey.”

  “Oh, but…” She couldn’t help it. She was greedy for a climax. Being stretched out on the bed, naked, harnessed, had created a huge need in her.

  Raul sped up, pushed higher and stroked her G-spot.

  She arched her back and pressed onto him. If he kept that up, with his tongue as well, she’d be coming very soon.

  “Careful, Raul,” Harry said. “It’s too soon.”

/>   But Raul didn’t stop. It was as if Olivia’s reaction had changed his plan.

  She stilled and allowed the growing orgasm to brew.

  Suddenly he lifted away and grinned at her. His chin sparkled with her moisture. “No, not yet.”

  “Please…”

  He wriggled his fingers, stimulating her internally.

  She caught her breath and tensed around him.

  His smile widened. “You are ready for it. One more flick of my tongue and it would have you, but not until the captain says.”

  “Good man.” Harry stood. “I feel I should tell you to stay there, Liv, but there’s no need, is there?” He laughed quietly. “I’ll go get the others.”

  Frustrated, she tugged on the ribbons again, but she could go nowhere.

  Harry walked from the room stripping off his t-shirt and slinging it to one side as he went.

  The sight of his broad, tanned shoulders and slim waist created a new spark of longing in her.

  ‘I’ll go get the others.’

  She yanked on her binds again. “Raul. Just a quick one, while he’s not here.”

  He’d moved to the side of the bed and was sitting with his fingers still in her, watching his own movements and studying her pussy. “That would be breaking the rules, mi niña hermosa.”

  “Stuff the bloody rules.”

  He chuckled and continued to touch her, but not enough to tip her over the edge.

  A shard of light from the window streaked over her pubic hair and his wrist, highlighting the tendons as he worked her.

  “I love how you feel,” he said. “And how you groan when I touch you here.”

  “Yes, that’s it, just there.” He was massaging her internal hot spot. But the pressure was a fraction too faint; plus, to orgasm she needed some clitoral stimulation, too.

  “Hey, guys,” Harry called across the apartment. “Raul and I have caught ourselves a sexy English woman, come and see.”

  Evan chuckled. “I wondered what you were doing.”

  “Aye, me, too.”

  Olivia turned to the open door.

  Harry walked back in, looking decidedly pleased with himself and undoing the buttons on his jeans.

  Evan was close behind. He paused for a second, his eyes widening. “So you have.”