Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  Austin clamped his arms around her hips while she bucked. Eli ducked her erratic kick, and Jack tightened his grip in her hair, sending a wave of pleasure-pain from the roots to her stiff nipples.

  “Please,” she panted. The orgasm left her satisfied, but she craved more. An empty space needed to be filled. “I need you inside me.”

  Austin stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. “I need a condom.”

  Shit! “General Kerr took my backpack.” They couldn’t come this far just to be stopped by a lack of prophylactics.

  “Damn it!” He gripped his hard staff and gritted his teeth.

  “You just licked the carrier’s mmf.” Cody muffled the word as if saying it in front of a lady would corrupt his southern gentleman charm. “From one end to the other, and you’re worried about protecting your dick?”

  “I’m protecting her.” The major crossed his arms over his naked chest and snarled at the soldiers under his command. “We all will, got it?”

  “Yes, sir.” Cody picked up Indie’s lab coat from the chair she’d draped it on and pulled a box of condoms from the pocket.

  “How did you…?” Indie’s blitzed brain couldn’t complete a sentence.

  Cody winked at her. “A magician never reveals his secrets.”

  Jack fished a few packets from the pocket of his discarded jeans.

  Indie managed to put words together. “Where did you get those?”

  “From the bowl in the ballroom.” He blushed and handed one to Austin.

  Austin ripped it open and rolled it on while the men resumed their positions. He knelt between Indie’s legs, sinking slowly down until he rested on his elbows, his heaving chest meeting her pounding heart. “You want me first?”

  “Yes.” There’d never been any doubt she’d have them all. One at a time, four at a time. Nothing but loving them mattered.

  The corner of his mouth quirked up, and his eyes twinkled. Then his gaze darkened, and he planted his knees on the bed, surging up and in, pushing deep while she gasped. He filled her, driving fast and hard, then pulling out slow only to return in a heated rush. “Fuck!” He dropped down on top of her, crushing the air from her lungs, but she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms and legs around his sweat-slicked body.

  Heavy, sticky, grinding heat swamped Indie. She moved with him, taking his thrusts deep and gasping for more, refusing to think and allowing this man to feel her from the inside out. But Austin took over, seducing her release with deliberate strokes and erratic gasps, breathing hot as she cried out, clinging to him, grasping for more. Release, yes, but the purge had just begun.

  He came quickly with a hoarse curse on trembling limbs. She supposed it had been a while for him too, especially under these circumstances.

  Indie reached for him when he moved to stand, catching his arm. “More.”

  A lazy smile curled Austin’s lips and he nodded to Jack. “As much as you want.” The major stepped back and both Jack and Eli stepped up. “However you want it.”

  Oh my.

  “I want…” She sat up on the bed and pondered her choices. Eli and Jack stood before her, naked and hard. Cody sat on the dresser, his borrowed pants stretched tight over his aroused cock. How can I possibly choose? Could she take them all at once? That possibility played in her mind until she realized who she wanted next—the reckless cowboy who’d never hesitated to jump into action, the man who’d been the first to kiss her.

  She stretched her hand out to Cody. “Please.”

  He smiled but shook his head. “Not yet.”

  Indie’s heart faltered. What? Why not?

  Jack scowled at him then grabbed a condom off the desk and stepped over to the bed, swooping down to kiss Indie. “I’ll take you.” He backed up a bit and gazed into her eyes. “If you’ll have me.”

  Of course, she’d have Jack. She’d wanted him, the quiet observer, from the moment he slipped from the shadows outside The Imbibed Scholar. The sting of Cody’s rejection faded to a dull burn as she reached for Jack, sliding her hand behind his neck and pulling him down to the bed with her. “I want you.”

  He barely had time to catch himself as they dropped onto the mattress. Even braced on his elbows, Jack crushed her beneath him, his heat searing her skin as their mouths met. His tongue touched the seam of her lips, and his fingers slid along her slit, seeking entrance.

  She parted for him, lips and legs, allowing him to enter and explore. His touch matched his kiss, deep and insistent, yet he followed her lead, taking what she gave and magnifying it in return.

  “You’re beautiful.” Jack’s words burned hot on her neck. “Soft and wet.” His fingers slid over her slippery flesh. “God, I want to get inside you and pound…” The heel of his hand battered her clit as he jammed his fingers deep.

  Indie smiled, clinging to him. The patient observer had reached his limit. What would happen if she delayed him a little longer? Would he explode?

  She flattened her palm on his chest and rolled him on his back. He allowed it, having set the precedent, but his hand remained firmly tucked between her legs, and his lips caught her nipple as she bent over him. Indie grabbed his upright erection. “Hard and hot.”

  Jack grunted as she scooted down his body, dislodging his hand as she took his cock in her mouth. “Fuck.”

  Her audience emitted a collective groan, and she smiled around the stiff member between her lips. She stole a peek at the men watching. A lazy smile lit Austin’s face, clearly satisfied, but Eli looked ready to burst with anticipation. And Cody.

  Cody clenched his fist and jammed it against his mouth, gnawing on his curled finger. The reckless cowboy was restraining himself. He wanted in on the action.

  Indie lifted her head and smiled at him. “Come help me.”

  Cody blinked as if startled, and then a wicked gleam flared in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.” He knelt on the floor beside the bed, dragging his hand up Jack’s thigh.

  “Shit.” Jack groaned, his body quivering as Indie slid across to kneel on the bed.

  Then Indie and Cody kissed with Jack’s cock between them, tongues circling around him to touch each other.

  “Fucking hell.” Eli grabbed his cock, and Austin’s dopey smile widened.

  Indie’s head swirled, over-stimulated and loving every second of it. The room radiated sex, lust, and orgasmic glee. She took the tip of Jack’s cock in her mouth while Cody licked the shaft. Jack squirmed beneath them, one hand clapped over his eyes as if looking would be too much to bear. She didn’t blame him one bit. The entire encounter had turned her brain into pudding. Thinking not an option.

  “Stop! You two are gonna kill me.” Jack sat up and shoved Cody off. Then he grabbed the condom and flipped Indie on her back. “I’m in charge now, darlin’.” He ripped the packet open, and the condom flew onto the pillow.

  “Are you?” She picked up the latex circle and rose to her knees to kiss him while rolling the condom down his stiff erection.

  He laughed on her lips. “Take me on, sweetheart.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she gave him a slight nudge, tumbling on top of him.

  She climbed on his straining erection and rode him. He let her take control, and she braced her hands on the padded headboard bolted to the wall while he held her hips, guiding her thrusts. Jack, the second man she’d fucked tonight, and with any luck, not the last. When had she ever indulged like this? Never. Not one of them judged her, so she refused to do it too. Instead, she focused on the moment. Jack’s fingers digging into her flesh, his mouth on her nipple, her thighs clenched around him. God, yes!

  “I’m not gonna last.” Jack pounded into her. “Eli will have to finish you.” With those words, Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head and he exploded harder and hotter than she’d hoped for.

  Indie collapsed on his heaving chest, her body buzzing for more.

  His arms circled her and squeezed tight as his lips brushed her ear. “Thank you for including him.”

  S
he knew he meant Cody, but it could apply to any of their company. Included. That’s what this is about. She smiled and kissed him as a hand touched her shoulder. Eli.

  Jack stood, rolling her to the bed as he moved to take Eli’s place on the desk. He and Cody exchanged grins, then settled back to watch.

  Eli sank to the bed, sweeping Indie under him in one smooth move, kissing her neck and muttering words she didn’t understand. Then he spoke in English, his words hot on her skin. “Those amateurs got off quick and left you hanging.” Her lips parted to argue, but he kissed her, catching her breast in his hand. “But we’re going to take this nice and slow, let it simmer.”

  He planted his knees and shifted forward, not entering her, the condom packet still clutched in his hand, but skimming his cock over her clit as proof of concept. “Ow.” Eli grimaced and sat up.

  “Did I hurt you?” Indie leaned up on her elbows and spotted a dark bruise flowering across his ribs. Ow, indeed.

  “No, damn it.” He grunted, but pulled her close, gritting his teeth. “I can do this.”

  Indie bit back a laugh. “We’ll have to get creative.” She thought about riding him like she’d done to Jack, but clamping his ribs between her thighs might hurt him worse. He couldn’t get on top, obviously, but maybe if she turned around.

  A soft moan carried over her shoulder as she turned and rubbed her backside against his erection. She rose on her knees, willing to bend over and let him take her like a dog if he wanted, but his hands came around and stroked up and down the front of her body. He knelt behind her, fitting her against him while he caressed her breasts.

  “Creative like this?” Eli slipped his leg between her thighs and nudged them apart. His finger slid down to sink between her wet lips.

  “Yes.” She sighed and slid her hands behind his head, stretching her body and trapping his cock between them while he nibbled her shoulder. “Does it hurt?”

  He muttered something in another language—French?—then translated. “Not at all.” His erection bobbed between her thighs, and she picked up the condom he’d dropped on the bed. While she rolled it on him, he dragged his hand up her body, fingers splayed, to curl around her neck. “Do you trust me?” He breathed the words hot and ragged in her ear.

  Of course. None of her men had done anything to cause her worry. But what if she played with him? “Should I?”

  “No.” The hand at her throat slid to her back and Eli shoved her up against the padded headboard.

  “Oh!” The violent action forced the word from her lips, and she struggled to breathe as he pinned her from behind. The orgasm Jack had stirred rolled to a boil, barely contained.

  Eli forced her legs apart with his knees and took her hard, crushed against the headboard. “Shit!”

  She knew the curse masked his pain but didn’t dare protest. Didn’t want to protest. She curled her fingers into the padding, fighting to stay upright while he pounded into her. Punishing blows, sparking thrusts. God, if he did that one more time she was going to–oh yes! “Fuck! Don’t stop.”

  “Not even if it kills me.” Eli drew out slowly, teasing her as he slid his wet cock up and over her ass cheeks.

  Indie mashed her face into the headboard and whimpered. “Inside, I need it inside.”

  “I know what you need.” He reached around and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  She came apart, crumbling into him as he drove into her. The pounding resumed, hard and fast, boiling over unchecked. Eli grunted and swore in multiple languages while Indie giggled, having no idea why. Release, pure and simple. She’d needed it, and they’d given it to her.

  They both tumbled to the bed as Austin and Jack crawled up beside them. Indie propped herself up on an elbow and inspected Eli’s injury. “Are you in pain?”

  A goofy grin erased the wince she’d caused when she touched him. “Not now, but I’m gonna feel it in the morning.”

  Austin laughed, and Indie slapped his shoulder.

  Cody still sat on the dresser, and she reached for him. “Now?” If he refused her again, she might have to march over there and yank his pants to his ankles. That confined erection had to be painful.

  “No.” A slight sheen of perspiration coated his skin, but unlike the other guys, he hadn’t exerted himself.

  Indie’s heart sank, but not from his blunt rejection. This isn’t about me. He’s sick. But she refused to dwell on the implications and faked a smile. “Next time.”

  He nodded, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

  She checked the other men for signs of infection. They were all breathing hard and soaked with sweat, but that could be attributed to their sexual escapade. Or fever. Shivers ran down her spine, but she knew she couldn’t be infected. Dear God, she’d killed them all.

  Thank you for reading! In Her Company – Death’s Relentless Dance: Book 1 is available everywhere. Book 2, Under Her Covers, will be released on August 14, 2018. For more information about upcoming releases, please follow me on Facebook, visit my website, or sign up for my newsletter.

  About the Author

  AJ Sinclair was born with a pen in her hand and ink flowing….that’s such BS. I’m the creation of a twisted mind, the result of an imagination with too much time to fester. Eh, that’s overly dramatic too. Basically, I’m a former contemporary romance author who got bored with the typical HEA formula and decided to shake things up a bit. I write reverse harem apocalyptic romance because I want to see how love lives on when there’s nothing else to live for.

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  Born and raised as a loyal Wisconsin cheesehead—Go Pack Go!—I currently reside in Denver, Colorado with my geek husband, sassy soon-to-be tween daughter, and a hyper Cocker Spaniel who chews on every freaking thing she can find. And now we have a crazy cat running this zoo. It works for us.

  Laura Greenwood: Chasing Aledwen Excerpt

  Fated Seasons: Spring #1 Chapter 15

  Blurb

  No one said being a Princess was easy, and for Aledwen, the Fae Princess of Spring, it's even harder. With the Birth of Spring approaching, and her time running out, she has to find a way of unlocking her magic and performing the ceremony.

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  Luckily for her, she has her mates to support her. Even if her shifters seem like nothing but trouble, and her elf's sense of duty could keep them apart.

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  Can Aledwen become the Queen she was always meant to be? Or will she be stuck as a magicless Princess.

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  Chasing Aledwen is a Reverse Harem set in the Paranormal Council Universe, and is the first book in the Fated Seasons: Spring series.

  She wasn't as nervous as when it had been her and Drey. Which pretty much meant she wasn't nervous at all. There was something about all the men that had suddenly appeared in her life, that had her feeling safe and secure. More than she had in her entire life. If this was what finding a mate, or in her case, mates, was like, then no longer was it mythical. Everyone should have this.

  Aledwen reached up and touched Cyprus' face, smoothing her thumb against his cheek. His green eyes looked on with intense devotion, filling her with joy.

  But he didn't let her enjoy it. Or he did, just not in the way she had been. Instead, he pressed his lips against hers, taking her in a demanding kiss and backing her against the wall behind them. Her hands grasped at his shirt, tugging at the material and desperate to remove it. He was hers, and she was desperate to feel all of him.

  "Off," she moaned into the kiss, receiving a chuckle in return. But he also played along, pulling away from their kiss, and quickly divesting himself of the shirt, letting the starched white material fall to the floor.

  He kissed her again, and she wished more than anything that she was a witch, and that she could magically divest them of all their clothing, but as that wasn't going to happen, she'd have to break the mood by trying to get off the terrible contraption she was wearing.

  "Can you rip it?" she asked, only pausing their
kiss for a moment. She didn't want the contact to be lost for long.

  "Yes," he responded breathlessly, and she felt a sharpened claw down her back, splitting the fabric as it did, but not her skin. Cyprus was too careful for that. For which she was grateful, even if it wouldn't have mattered in her current state.

  He tugged at the sleeves of her dress, and she shrugged out of it in an attempt to help him. Soon, it joined his shirt on the floor.

  One more horrible dress ruined. Just a whole wardrobe left to go.

  Her naked skin pressed against his, and the heat grew within her. She pressed her body against his, whimpering softly as she felt him press into her. He was still wearing too many clothes. Why was he wearing any clothes at all?

  Aledwen slipped her hands between them and swiftly divested him of the rest, leaving him bare and ready to take her.

  She took him in her hand, moving it up and down. This angle wouldn't do though. She wasn't short, but she was shorter than him, and backed against a wall just wasn't going to work.

  Without breaking their kiss, she'd already had to do that too much, she jumped up slightly, letting go of him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her legs crossed behind his back, pulling him closer to her.

  Cyprus steadied her with one arm under her ass, and the other hand pressed against the wall. Aledwen moaned. The next part couldn't come fast enough.

  With him otherwise occupied, she reached down again, ensuring her other arm kept tight hold of his neck, and guided him to her. Cyprus took over then, thrusting into her, and seating himself so she tipped her head back, finally ending their kiss. It didn't matter though, not with his lips moving down her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin there.