Encore: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Lane Hart

  “I’ve never actually fucked the same woman twice, which I warned each and every one about in advance, thank you very much. And it’s not great sex with Kelsey,” I reply. “It’s the best sex.”

  “Best? Really? You think so?” he asks.

  “Yeah, don’t you?” I reply.

  Grinning, he says, “I mean, I’ve had a lot of sex, so it’s hard to be sure…but yeah, I guess it is the best. I just don’t understand why exactly.”

  “Are you being insulting to her right now?” I snap at him.

  “No, I just don’t get it. Kelsey is a great girl and all, you know she’s beautiful in a pure, natural way, and her body has the right amount of softness and curves. But what makes her different from all the other women?”

  Starting to better understand what he’s getting at, I mull it over myself.

  “For me, I think that, when I’m with Kelsey, I know she’s being real, not playing a part to try and fool me or be what she thinks I want her to be, like with most of the jersey chasers. They’re so fake and slutty, so the sex isn’t that exciting. Kelsey’s not slutty, just sexy. And I want her because I know she doesn’t go around fucking every guy with a few dollars like she’s trying to win the lottery. She’s also so shy and timid that it’s a challenge just getting her undressed…”

  “I get all that, I do,” Nix says. “But do you think it’s possible that we’re both drawn to her because we’re just trying to come out with a win?”

  “And we enjoy a good bet?” I ask.

  “Yeah.”

  “Maybe,” I answer honestly. “Kelsey’s like the ultimate competition for us. But for once, I don’t want to try and come away with the win for myself.”

  “You don’t?” he asks, sounding surprised.

  “Nope. For whatever reason, I just want to win her over, to try and make her happy.”

  “I guess I feel the same way,” Nix says. “Which makes me wonder, what the fuck does she want with us?”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kelsey

  “Hours later and you’re still practically glowing,” Callie says while we wait at the gate for our plane to board.

  “I’m in a good mood,” I reply as I bounce Brady on my knee.

  “Are you going to see them when we get there tonight?” she asks.

  “Nah, probably not,” I admit, which is depressing. “I know they need to rest up for the game…”

  “And they won’t rest with you there?” she supplies.

  “Nixon would but probably not Cameron,” I reply.

  “Why not Nixon?” she asks softly.

  “He apparently has a day before the game superstition that he adheres to pretty strictly,” I explain.

  “Wow,” Callie mutters with a shake of her head. “I’ve got to say that even if what you’re doing is crazy, you’re a lot braver than I am. Never in a million years would I ever consider sleeping with two men at the same time. That’s a lot of pressure.”

  “Tell me about it,” I agree. “And I had only been with two guys individually before them, so I had to do some research.”

  “Research?”

  “Ah, yeah. You know, magazine articles, or whatever,” I tell her as my cheeks start flaming with heat.

  “Just magazine articles?” Callie prods.

  “Maybe a few videos too on Tumblr,” I admit.

  “Videos?” she asks, then lowers her voice to a whisper. “Like porn?”

  “Yeah,” I murmur in embarrassment. “But how else was I supposed to know what to expect? The first time I was caught so off guard that I could barely react. They did all the work, and I was just along for the ride. Men want women to be active participants, so I watched some movies.”

  “Wow,” Callie says with a shake of her head. “I never would’ve thought you were the type of girl to be with two guys or watch porn.”

  “You think I’m a whore, don’t you?” I ask. “You can tell me the truth.”

  “I told you that I don’t think that,” she says. “But you should be careful. I know how shitty it feels to be slandered by paparazzi. If the media were to get their hands on even a photo of you three out in public or you with each of them, heads will spin.”

  “Ugh, you’re right,” I say, handing Brady to Callie when he reaches for her. “We can’t go out in public. Ever.”

  “Nope. Definitely not,” she agrees. “But that shouldn’t be a problem if this is just a temporary fling, right?”

  “Right,” I agree.

  “Just be careful leaving their houses or whatever in case those creeps with cameras are lurking in the bushes.”

  “I didn’t even think about how the media would blow this up if we were caught,” I tell her as I chew on my bottom lip in thought. “They would make me out to be the biggest slut ever.”

  “The media loves a good scandal, and, well, it’s not every day that you find two hot, professional football players sharing one woman between them.”

  “I don’t want to be that girl!” I whisper in concern.

  “Then be careful and don’t let this go on for too long,” Callie replies.

  “Yeah,” I agree, needing to talk to Nixon and Cameron to warn them.

  …

  When we disembark from the plane at Logan International Airport, I turn on my phone to check my messages. The first one that pops up is from Cameron asking me if he can come to my room when I get checked in. The second is from Nixon saying that he’s thinking about me and is sorry he won’t be able to hang out tonight because it would be too much temptation for his superstition to take.

  Both messages make me smile, but it’s disappointing that Nixon doesn’t want to see me tonight. And if he doesn’t want to join us, then Cameron and I can’t meet up either. That was one of my rules after all, and it wouldn’t be fair to Nixon.

  …

  Nixon

  I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lobby, testing out a theory while nursing a water. What exactly am I trying to prove? That if I’m approached by a beautiful woman, I’ll still be the same old dog as before, forgetting all about the shy girl who I shared in bed last night and thinking about only the next romp in the sheets. Not that it’ll happen today because of my superstition and all, but still, I need to find out if this…obsession with Kelsey is for real. She’s no different from any other woman I’ve slept with and moved on from, so I intend to convince myself of that tonight.

  “Hi, you’re Nixon Lopez, aren’t you?” a stunning, petite blonde asks when she and her equally attractive raven-haired friend come up to my barstool.

  “I am,” I reply with a grin as I hold out my palm.

  “I’m Denise, and this is my friend, Jane. It’s so nice to meet you!” she says, all giggles and tits in her short silver dress as she shakes my hand.

  “You two want to join me for a drink?” I ask, gesturing to the empty barstools next to me. “My treat.”

  “Sure! That would be great,” Denise says as she drags her stool closer to me and mounts it so that our elbows are touching on the bar. “But I have to warn you, I’m a Bears fan.”

  “Oh no!” I exclaim in mock offense. “Forget it! You can’t sit here. My offer is officially revoked.”

  The girls giggle and whereas normally that would have some sort of effect on my dick since it’s the universal sign of flirting, usually leading to fucking later, there’s nothing happening in my pants. Nada. All I can think about is whether or not Kelsey’s plane has landed, because I worry it’ll explode in mid-air and I won’t ever see her again…

  Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I ask, “So what are you ladies up to tonight?”

  “Just looking for a good time,” Denise says with a wide smile that’s full of insinuation as her hand comes down on my thigh.

  This girl just met me moments ago, and I know without a doubt and without ego that I could take her anyplace that’s somewhat private and fuck her right this second if I wanted, and I…don’t want her. Not now. Not even to
morrow after the game when my adrenaline will be pumping, hopefully from a win, and I’m free to fuck anyone I want. Because even if my dick did decide it was interested in Denise, I would still be thinking about Kelsey before, during, and after a round of sex.

  “Actually, now that I think about it, I better get back to my room and rest up to beat the Bears tomorrow,” I tell the women when I climb down off the empty side of the barstool.

  “Aww, stay,” Denise says with a pout of her red lips.

  “Sorry, ladies,” I say as I back away with my hands shoved in the pants pockets of my suit pants. “Have a good night.”

  “You too,” they call out.

  I turn around and walk to the elevator to head back up to my room a little sad and a lot confused with myself because I don’t want to share a woman with my best friend. This is the first time that I’ve ever even imagined myself being halfway committed to someone else and goddamn it if I’m not in some fucked-up love triangle.

  I was hoping that being with Kelsey was just a passing obsession and that any attractive female could replace her from my mind. That sex with a stranger could loosen the stranglehold her fist is already squeezing around my heart.

  I was wrong, though, and now I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

  Back in my hotel room, I sit down at the chair in front of the nighttime view of the city and pull out my phone to send Kelsey another text, following up with my message about missing her and not being able to see her tonight.

  I’m so fucking pussy-whipped that it’s not even funny. But either way, I type out the second message, telling her that it’s okay if she still wants to see Cameron tonight without me. Honestly, I assume that they’re already together and that's why she hasn’t messaged me.

  A few minutes later, I get a response.

  I’ve already told Cameron that I would see him after the game tomorrow and climbed into my own bed all alone.

  “Thank fuck,” I mutter to myself before my fingers type back, Good. Because if you were with him, I would’ve been too jealous to sleep a wink tonight.

  Kelsey only responds with a smiling, blushing emoticon.

  I’ve never been jealous before, I tell her.

  So why now?

  Because I’ve never had anything worth losing.

  I don’t want you to be jealous. Or Cameron.

  I know, I reply to her. That’s why you’ll only be with us both.

  Are you jealous when the three of us are together?

  Considering that question, I realize that I don’t remember having any jealous thoughts Friday night or at the Christmas Party during the times we were all together, which is…strange, right? I guess it’s hard to be jealous of Cameron going down on Kelsey when I’m fucking her or when she’s sucking my dick while he’s fucking her. So I text back, Guess not. Just when you’re with him in the bathroom and I’m left sitting on the bench.

  I missed you in the bathroom, she says, which I have to say greatly appeases my ego. So tell me, if you had been in the game and not on the bench, what would you have been doing while Cameron was fucking me against the shower wall?

  Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  My dick is getting hard now thanks to that mental image, and that’s a very bad thing since I can’t touch it tonight. I shouldn’t respond to her question. So then why are my fingers already typing out a message? Because I’ve been thinking about doing this with Kelsey, and she just gave me the perfect opening for it.

  I would’ve wanted to be the wall holding you up, taking you from behind at the same time Cam fucks you.

  Jesus, my dick is so hard I just felt a dribble of precum leak from the tip.

  That’s something I’ve been fantasizing about too… Kelsey says, and I have to reach down to squeeze my balls to keep from getting any closer to a release.

  I want to hear more about all of your fantasies, but save it for tomorrow, I warn her as I try to think about offensive plays to try and get my mind off of fucking.

  Yes, sir.

  Fuck, even those two words make my dick jerk before she sends her last message, Good night and good luck tomorrow!

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Cameron

  “So, Kelsey turned you down last night?” Nix asks me as we do pregame warm-ups out on the Bears’ field.

  “I knew her rule,” I tell him as I bend at the waist and grab my left ankle to stretch.

  “Yeah, but you were secretly hoping that she would say to hell with it and let you fuck her, weren’t you?” he asks when he mimics my exercise while facing me.

  “Couldn’t hurt to try,” I reply with a grin, because yeah, I was hoping Kelsey would cave once she was at the hotel and alone in her room. But nope. I went to bed alone, missing her and her warm, contagious smile lying next to me, with only my dick in my hand and my spank bank to keep me company. In particular, the blowjob she gave me Friday night. The fact that Nix was fucking her from behind at the same time snuck its way in there too, but I still came with only a few lubricated strokes of my fist.

  “God, I can’t wait until tonight,” Nix says, and I know exactly what he’s thinking about. Not a celebration party, but stripping Kelsey naked, throwing her on the hotel bed and slamming his cock into her over and over again so hard that the headboard breaks…while I kneel over her head with my dick in her mouth. Or at least, that’s my plan.

  “We could’ve done that last night if you didn’t have your stupid ass superstition,” I tell him.

  “Do what?” he asks. “Fucked?” And then I remember that I didn’t share my idea with him aloud. “We could’ve, but then we would’ve lost the game,” Nix says.

  “Or,” I rebut. “We all three abstained for nothing and will still lose. How the game goes has nothing to do with you and your dick, you narcissistic bastard.”

  “History says otherwise,” Nix responds when he straightens from his stretch. “It’s not just a stupid superstition. It’s science. Studies show that holding out makes men better athletes right before game time, which means I perform better, and therefore our team wins.”

  “I have more yards and TDs than you this season, and I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked before every game,” I point out.

  “Except this one,” he reminds me.

  “Not exactly,” I admit sheepishly.

  Nix glares at me before he explodes. “You fucked someone else?” he exclaims.

  “Ah, no, just myself.”

  “Oh,” he mutters in understanding. “You mean you couldn’t go a day without getting off even after yesterday morning.”

  “Fuck, yes. Yesterday morning was awesome,” I repeat as I close my eyes to remember it. Why didn’t I think about that round when I was jerking off last night? And again this morning in the shower? It was just me and Kelsey in the shower, and the sex was incredible. If I’m honest with myself, though, I guess it wasn’t as awesome as the ménage blowjob.

  So what if I like being with Kelsey at the same time as Nix? It’s all about the competition, letting him see me with her and knowing how good it is, proving I’m a better lover and that Kelsey prefers me. During the hummer in my bedroom Friday night, I even remember thinking, “God, this is some good head, Nix. Don’t you wish Kelsey was sucking your dick instead? Oh yeah, I bet you do, you bastard, but she’s not. She’s sucking my big cock, so screw you and your little one. This is my motherfucking mouth right here, not yours…Oh, and keep fucking her like that because you’re slamming my shaft down her throat in the most amazing way. Thanks!”

  Nix being a part of sex with Kelsey adds a little something that I didn’t even know was missing, but I’m starting to think I really like. So much so that it doesn’t even compare to one-on-one sex now, which is a tad worrisome.

  My alpha pride tells me that I shouldn’t want to share what’s mine and that I’m a pussy for letting another man have a piece of my girl. As long as I stay on even footing with Nix and know that he’s not trying to steal Kelsey away from me when I’m not aroun
d, it should be fine, though. Right?

  For now, the threesome shit is just new and different. Exciting. That’s all. Eventually, it will wear off, Nix will grow tired of it and go on to fuck a long list of strange women because he’ll never trust or commit to anyone. Then, I’ll get Kelsey all to myself.

  But what if Nix moves on and Kelsey doesn’t want to just be with me because she likes having us both? That may be the allure for her to keep coming back. And without Nix, would Kelsey want another man to step into his place? There’s no way I’ll ever be able to do this with another guy. It’s stressful enough to figure it out with Nix.

  I guess I should figure out what Kelsey really wants before things get any deeper.

  …

  Kelsey

  “I’m so freaking nervous,” I tell Callie when we take our seats in the Boston Bears dome. Thankfully, it’s climate controlled, because we have little Brady with us dressed up in his tiny Wildcats jersey that matches Quinton’s. “I mean, I get excited watching Quinton and all, but this is…different.”

  “They’re your men,” Callie says. “So there’s more at stake. You care about them, so you want them to win.”

  “Whoa!” I say. “You think I care about them already?” I ask.

  “Well, duh. No offense, Kelsey, but you sort of fall hard and fast.”

  “This is just a fling. I get that,” I tell her.

  “Do you?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. “Or do you secretly hope that it will turn out to be more?”

  “I don’t think that,” I say before lowering my voice as the seats fill up around us. “These two, they just really like sex. A lot. So I’m certain they can’t keep their dicks from roaming.”

  “Right now you may think it’s just about the sex for you too, but when it ends…”

  “You think I’ll be crushed,” I finish for her.

  “Of course you will be! What woman wouldn’t get hurt by getting a few repeat performances from those two before getting the ax?” she asks.