Rush: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Lane Hart

  “Yes,” I whimper, unable to say any more words because I’m so full and so sated I can’t even hold myself up anymore.

  I think I may have even blacked out for a few minutes before I come to again. I’m no longer on my hands and knees, but on my back with my knees pressed to my chest and looking up at Graham’s gorgeous face.

  “You ready?” he asks, his deep blue eyes staring down into mine.

  “Yes,” I tell him.

  “I’m gonna go slow,” he says. When his thumb presses against my clit, my eyes drift closed, and my hips squirm. “Look at me, Sky. Look at me, so I know you’re okay. I don’t want to hurt you our first time.”

  “You won’t,” I tell him as I force my eyes open. Graham holds my gaze even as the head of his cock presses against the part of my body I’ve never shared with anyone before.

  “Relax and let me have you,” he says.

  I take a deep breath and blow it out as Graham presses forward. There’s a stinging pain, just as I expected, but I bite down on my bottom lip and it slowly begins to ease up.

  “That’s it,” he says. “That’s it, baby.”

  Graham takes my hand that I didn’t realize was wrapped around his wrist and presses it between my legs. “I want to watch you make yourself feel good.”

  He helps me at first, until my lips part on a gasp. “Feel good?” he asks, and I nod. “Keep going.”

  Then Graham grasps my knees and starts to pump his hips, making me feel so full, like I can’t take anymore, right before another orgasm slams through me.

  “God, Skyler,” he groans above me. “So good, baby. Won’t ever get enough of you.”

  And that’s when it hits me, why sex with Graham is so amazing yet at the same time, not enough.

  I miss Charlie and Ty, and I wish they were here with us.

  All this time, I thought that all I wanted was Graham, but I was wrong.

  It wasn’t just sex with Charlie and Tyson. I’m in love with Graham and the two of them. They were more than just my best friends who I fooled around with for a few weeks. Charlie and Ty loved me too, I think; that’s why they tried so hard to help me overcome my fears.

  And now that I’ve finally realized all of that, I know it’s too late to get them back.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Tyson

  “Are you seriously listening to them again?” I whisper at Charlie, annoyed when I catch him lurking outside Graham’s bedroom, like it’s becoming a habit after being exiled from the room by Sky two weeks ago.

  “I miss her,” he says with a frown. “Do you think she misses us?”

  “I dunno. Probably not, or she would’ve just told him and stayed with us. He’s the one she wanted, the one she loved. It sucks, but there’s nothing else we can do.”

  “Maybe you were right, and we should just tell Graham,” Charlie says. “He may be okay with sharing her.”

  “What, like she’s a toy that we all get to take turns playing with?” I scoff. “It doesn’t work that way.” Sure, I thought about it for a second, but it was a ridiculous thought.

  “I know you miss her,” he says. “But do you ever miss being with me?”

  I grab him by the elbow, pulling him down to our end of the hall and into my room so they won’t overhear us. Rounding on him, I tell him, “I was never with you. You were never with me.”

  “Have you been with anyone else since?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “No,” I answer honestly.

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t fucking know!” I shout at him. It’s been weeks since Sky made it clear that she was done with us, and I haven’t even wanted to be with another woman.

  “I haven’t either,” Charlie admits. “And I tried. I wanted to get the fuck over this…”

  “You tried?” I huff in disbelief.

  “Yeah,” he says. “I went to a bar and met this girl. She was sexy and coming on to me. But when she asked me if I wanted to go home with her, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even imagine being in some random woman’s bed with her hands on me. It felt wrong.”

  “I know,” I agree with a sigh because I haven’t been able to picture myself without someone who isn’t Skyler either.

  “So then, the next night, I started talking to this guy…” Charlie says, and if his arms weren’t still crossed over his chest, I would’ve sworn he had just stabbed a knife through my guts.

  “You…you did?” I ask.

  “Yeah. He was older, in his thirties, a CEO or some shit, and confidently gay,” he tells me with a smile, as if remembering the asshole. “I let him buy me a few drinks while I tried to work up the nerve to go home with him—”

  “Did you?” I interrupt. “Did you go home with him?”

  “No,” he answers. “I should have, though, right? Because this, whatever it is, or was, is over. You’ve made that clear and so has Sky, so what else am I supposed to do? Be celibate the rest of my life just because the two people I thought cared about me suddenly decided they don’t want to ever touch me again?”

  “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “This isn’t what I wanted either. And if I thought that the two of us alone could be enough, then I would try. But you and I both know it’s doomed to fail. We can’t be enough for each other.”

  “You don’t know unless you try,” Charlie says.

  “I do know,” I reply. “I know that if it’s just the two of us, there will always be a fundamental part of our physical relationship missing, one that we can’t force no matter how much we wish it were different. If we did try and force it, we’d be miserable, and eventually, that would ruin our friendship, and then we’d have nothing left.”

  “It’s not much of a friendship now,” he points out before he walks away.

  …

  Charlie

  I’m sitting in a lounge chair next to the pool, staring into the shimmering reflection as if it holds the answers to fixing my fucked-up life, when Graham comes outside. I was happy, really happy with Skyler and Ty and then poof, they were gone, like I made the whole thing up.

  “Hey, where’s Ty?” Graham asks, sitting down on the chair beside me.

  “No clue.”

  “What’s going on with you two? The house has been eerily quiet the last few weeks, and I never see you hanging out.”

  “We had an argument,” I tell him, so he’ll hopefully let it go.

  “No shit?” he replies. “About what?”

  Great, he wants more details.

  “Shouldn’t you be studying with Sky or banging your headboard against the wall?” I ask.

  “Nah, she’s asleep,” he says with a grin. “I’m gonna go for a swim and then hit the books.”

  “She’s asleep?” I ask. “At seven o’clock at night?”

  “I wore her out,” Graham responds. I’m sure he did, but Ty and I used to wear her out regularly, and she never fell asleep afterward.

  “Are you sure she’s okay?” I question him.

  “Yeah. She took a nap yesterday too, and then woke up at ten o’clock that night, wide awake.”

  “If you say so,” I mutter.

  “So, what are you and Ty fighting about?” Graham asks, refusing to drop the issue.

  “A girl,” I admit.

  “Seriously?” he says.

  “Yep.”

  “And you both want her?”

  “Uh-huh,” I answer. “We had a threesome, and then it got complicated.”

  “Jesus!” Graham exclaims. “You were sharing a girl? Why would you want to do that?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I tell him. “It’s over.”

  “So, it’s over, and now you two aren’t talking to each other?” he says with a shake of his head. “How could you let some girl come between you? You’re best friends!”

  “We were. Now I don’t even know if we can be roommates.”

  “Come on,” he huffs. “Get the fuck over it. Whoever she is, she’s not worth it.”


  “Would you share Skyler?” I ask him, knowing I’m going down a slippery slope, but it’s too late to stop.

  “Hell no,” he grumbles.

  “Even if she wanted someone else?”

  “If she wanted someone else, then she wouldn’t want me. Why would I stick around for that?”

  “I dunno, maybe because you love her, and you want her to be happy?” I offer, trying to keep the anger out of my tone. “Can’t someone love more than one person at the same time?”

  “This conversation is fucked up,” Graham says with another shake of his head. “You and Ty need to forget her and move on.”

  “How many more weeks is Sky here for again?” I ask him.

  He scratches his head while he thinks. I can tell when the answer finally hits him because his eyes widen in surprise. “Holy shit! Exams start on Monday!” he shouts. “She’s only here for another week.”

  “Right,” I agree. “So how long do you think it’ll take you to move on after she’s gone?”

  “Damn. I dunno,” he responds. “I hadn’t even thought about her leaving.”

  “Well, then I guess you better start,” I tell him.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Skyler

  The bedroom is dark when I wake up alone. I get dressed in one of Graham’s t-shirts, then go downstairs to try and find him because it feels late. He needs to get some sleep before his classes tomorrow. Exams are coming up, and I know he can pass all four with flying colors if he just stays focused.

  Playing video games in the middle of the night with Charlie and Ty is not focusing.

  “What are you doing? Why aren’t you in bed?” I ask, stepping in front of the television and blocking their view.

  “Sorry, baby. I was about to come up,” Graham says before he tosses his game controller down on the loveseat beside him and grabs either side of my hips to pull me down on his lap to kiss me. “Did you miss me?”

  “Yes,” I reply, and my cheeks grow warm because it doesn’t feel right fooling around with Graham in front of Ty and Charlie.

  “How much did you miss me?” Graham asks before he positions me with my back to his chest. While his lips on my neck distract me, his right hand eases underneath the shirt down the front of my panties to touch me…

  “Graham!” I exclaim, grabbing his wrist to stop his teasing. “We should…we need to go upstairs.”

  “Do we?” he whispers against my ear. “I don’t think Charlie or Ty mind.”

  “Nope,” the other men reply at the same time from the other sofa, so I let go of Graham’s arm, even though it still feels awkward.

  “And they’ve already seen you naked, haven’t they?” Graham asks, as he starts pulling my shirt off with his free hand.

  “How…how did you know?” I ask, surprised that he doesn’t sound pissed.

  “I know all about how you fucked them,” Graham whispers. I’m unable to even respond because his finger penetrates me and starts pumping in and out of my needy, throbbing pussy. It feels so good that I can’t help but squirm on his lap, pressing my bottom against his hard cock through his jeans. “In fact,” he says, “I want to get you nice and wet, and then I want to watch them fuck you.”

  “You…you do?” I ask between gasps as I close my eyes, getting closer and closer to coming.

  “Oh yeah,” he says.

  When I open my eyes again, I look over and find Charlie stretched out on top of Ty, kissing him as they both rush to undress each other. I can’t believe they’re going at it like that in front of Graham. They must have told him everything, and he’s okay with it.

  “Stand up,” Graham tells me, making me whimper when he pulls his fingers free before I get off on them. “On your feet,” he says again when I don’t move.

  I finally do as he wants. When I’m standing in front of him, he jerks my panties down my legs and then slaps my ass cheek.

  “You want them to fuck you at the same time?” Graham asks as he runs a finger down the crease of my ass and starts to prod my puckered hole.

  “Yes,” I moan. Even though we’ve never done this before, I want it, and I’m pretty sure Charlie and Ty want it too.

  “Then you better get over there before they fuck each other,” Graham jokes, before slapping my ass again to get me moving.

  “Come here, Sky,” Ty says when Charlie moves off of him, so he can sit up. He reaches for my waist to drag me closer. I lean down and kiss him. While our tongues mingle, Charlie gets behind me and his fingers take over what Graham started.

  “She’s ready,” Charlie finally says.

  “Good, I can’t wait any longer,” Ty replies as he lies back and pulls me on top of him.

  I’m so damn horny that I straddle his hips and sink right down on his cock.

  “God, yes,” Ty groans as I start to ride him. He wraps his arms around my back and brings the front of my body down to his chest to kiss me while I feel Charlie getting into position behind me. His hard dick slides through the crack of my ass before the blunt head presses against my entrance and pauses.

  “Give it to her,” Graham says from the loveseat. “She can take it. We’ve been practicing.”

  “Fuck, yes,” Charlie groans from behind me before he shoves inside of me, making me cry out.

  I’m so full it feels like I can’t breathe.

  “You wanted them both, now take them.” Graham gets to his feet and comes over, then grasps my jaw to make me look up into his piercing blue eyes. “You’re gonna take me too, aren’t you?” he asks, and I nod my head since I’m unable to form any coherent words.

  Graham kisses me deeply again, and then he cups the back of my head, grabs a fistful of my braid, and then pushes my mouth down to his long, hard length. He feeds his shaft down my throat a slow inch at a time until I can’t take any more.

  Being with the three men I love at the same time is more than I could have ever dreamed possible. I thought that Graham would be upset if he found out I had been with his friends, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

  The only problem is that the pleasure keeps building and building inside of me with no relief in sight. And I can’t tell the guys because my mouth is so full I’m nearly choking. When I try to push Graham away, he doesn’t move. I begin to gag and start to panic.

  “Sky, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, as he grasps the side of my face while I continue to choke on his cock. “Sky?” he says again as my hands flail, fighting him off and trying to get air.

  “Skyler, wake up!” Graham orders. This time, his voice is louder and sounds closer. His face is right in front of mine, and his hands are sweeping the hair from my face. “Hey, you’re awake. I think you were having a nightmare.”

  I push myself into a sitting position and realize he’s right. We’re in the bedroom, with just the soft light of the bedside lamp.

  “Are you okay? Your head feels warm, and you’re sweating like crazy.”

  “I’m—” I start to say, but have to swallow to push down the still-lingering nausea. “I’m f—” I try again, but have to clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting. I scramble off the bed and run to the bathroom, barely making it in time.

  “Jesus, Sky!” Graham says from behind where I’m kneeling and puking. He pulls my damp hair back into a makeshift ponytail until the heaves finally stop. “What’s wrong? Was it something you ate?”

  I grab some toilet paper to wipe my mouth and the tears from my eyes.

  “I’m fine,” I’m eventually able to tell him, refusing to admit that he made me sick in a dream where we were having a foursome with his two friends.

  “You don’t look fine,” he says. “Your hair is dripping wet.”

  “Yeah, I got a little warm,” I say. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

  “Right now?” Graham asks. “It’s like three in the morning.”

  “Oh,” I mutter in surprise, since I thought I just fell asleep.

  “Just come back to bed,” Graham says.
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br />   “Okay. Let me brush my teeth first,” I tell him. He grabs my hand and helps me to my feet, then waits while I brush. As soon as I’m done, Graham gets me back in bed and pulls the covers up over us.

  “Feeling any better?” he asks, rubbing his palm up and down my arm gently, as the front of his body is pressed against my back.

  “Yeah,” I reply, even though everything still seems fuzzy.

  “I may be ready to puke next week,” Graham says. “Can you believe I start final exams on Monday?”

  “No, I can’t,” I reply, even though I knew the end of the summer session was coming. I’m the one who looks at his calendar every single day. “You’re gonna do great.”

  “Either way, I guess that means we only have one more week together,” he tells me.

  “Yeah,” I mutter, and then wait to see if maybe he’ll ask me to stay, at least until my classes start at the end of August.

  “I’ll miss you,” Graham says softly.

  “I’ll miss you too,” I reply.

  “Let’s spend our last weekend in bed,” he says. “I need to get my fill of you before you go.”

  “Right,” I agree, disappointed, as I realize he’s gonna miss the sex and his tutor, but not me.

  “Shit, it’s late. I better get some sleep,” he grumbles. “Tomorrow there will be a review in each class to get ready for exams.”

  “Yeah. Goodnight,” I tell him, even though I’m wide awake.

  “Night, Sky,” he responds and places a kiss in my hair.

  I lay there, perfectly still, while I soak up the feeling of Graham’s warmth—his arm holding me, the rise and fall of his chest, and his soft breaths as he falls asleep.

  There’s no way I can go back to sleep after my long nap or with everything on my mind. And oddly enough, my stomach growls like it’s hungry, even though I just tossed my cookies.

  So, after Graham’s arm on my waist goes limp, I ease out from under him and throw on one of his shirts I find on the floor, then head down to the kitchen. The cabinets and refrigerator are all packed with good food, but for some reason, I decide to go with a spoonful of peanut butter while pulling the jar of big, dill pickles from the fridge.