Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem

by B. J. Harvey

There’s been more than one night that I’ve found myself lying in bed thinking of her. And tonight, seeing that photo of her on the net blew my mind and redirected most of my blood flow south; I just can’t get her out of my head. It’s those curves that frame her gorgeous body, and the silhouette of her breasts that I’m dying to touch.

  Taking matters into my own hands, I grip my cock firmly and stroke it up and down, over and over. My hand gliding over my soft skin, wishing I was gliding inside of Kate’s hot body. I come hard, imagining her vulnerable ice blue eyes staring up from underneath me as I’m burying my cock deep inside her. Damn, I hope she gives me a second chance, another opportunity to get to know her. I need a woman like Kate in my life.

  Kate probably thinks I’m out of bounds for her, and let’s not forget that I’ve already stupidly turned her down once. Men are different from women. We don’t have a problem sleeping with a woman who one of the guys has already been with before, as long as it’s not an ex-girlfriend. No problem whatsoever. Pussy is pussy, and as long as protection is used, then no harm done. But Kate could never just be pussy; seeing her tonight reminded me of that. Ever since the first night I saw her I knew she was a forever kind of girl, one that deserved a lifetime of love, protection and hot sex. Back then I wasn’t in a position to offer love and protection. Now, I might be.

  I don’t regret turning her down when she propositioned me that night. I don’t want to be a regret, a drunken mistake. If I take Kate to bed, it won’t be a drunken one night stand. I’ll make it so damn memorable, she won’t be able to get me out of her head for days, weeks even. That, and you can bet your bottom dollar we won’t be walking straight in the morning.

  The few times I’ve seen Kate, she has always seemed shy, especially when Mac left us at the bar. Yet, from what I’ve heard from Mac, she’s a real spit fire. Feisty, funny, and very protective of her friends. So why has she always been so different around me?

  I grew up in a house full of women. I know that girls are different to guys when it comes to dating and sex. There are unspoken rules. My sisters have explained this to me many a time. You never go with a guy that has:

  a) been with your sister

  b) been with one of your friends

  or

  c) that has a reputation as a love ‘em and leave ‘em type.

  The sister and the friend rules are concrete. They tell me it’s the girl code. Having a conversation like that with my twenty-one and eighteen year old sisters was awkward, especially when it makes me sick to think of a guy even touching them, but it has given me some perspective on the female brain.

  So with that in mind, I’m going to keep talking to Kate on the internet. I want to get to know her, and for her to get to know me without any awkwardness. Kate is different, and maybe different is what I need, what I want now.

  Fuck, I’ve spent so much time around women, I’m starting to fucking sound like one.

  ∞∞~

  I get to sleep in since it’s Sunday, and my only day off work and training. I saunter out into the living room around ten a.m. to find Zach lying on the sofa watching a football replay from last week. “Hey, early start or late finish?” I ask as I head for the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee.

  “Early finish, early rise. Your little spit fire was at the bar again last night.”

  “With a date?”

  “Nah, with Mac and her man, and another guy who seemed to be the life of the party but definitely wasn’t her date. He kept giving me the glad eye all night,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders.

  “Hmm. I texted Mac last night too.”

  “Dude, she’s pregnant with that guy’s kid. Let it go.”

  “Fuck off, I know that. I texted to find out if Kate’s on Chicago Singles.”

  “That would explain that dad date last week.”

  “That’s my thought as well.”

  “So you like her then?” he asks, raising a brow.

  “I’ve only seen her a couple of times, but she’s intriguing to say the least.”

  “I wouldn’t say no to her,” he says absentmindedly, not looking away from the television.

  I can’t hold back the growl in my throat. “She’s into commitment and relationships, Zach. You know, the two words that repel you like garlic to a vampire.”

  “Really? Well, dammit. There goes that fantasy then.”

  “I should hope so. Kate’s different. That’s why I haven’t gone there…yet,” I try to explain.

  “Why not? She’s hot and has a killer body. Man, those heels she was wearing last night would feel so fucking good digging into your ass as you pound-“

  “Dude. Don’t be thinking about her like that. Period. End of story.”

  “Chill Zan, message received loud and clear. Since you’re so defensive about this, maybe you should ask her out. God knows that date of hers last week was a disaster. The guy ordered cider for crying out loud, in the middle of winter, and he looked like he was old enough to be her father.” Zach continues to watch the football, yelling at the TV when his team loses possession. “Fuck, did you see this game? They just can’t catch a break!”

  I nod my head, but my mind is elsewhere. Taking a seat at the dining table, I can’t help but wonder what the deal is with Kate. She should have no trouble finding a man and settling down. Maybe she’s too picky...or too clingy. Guys never want clingy chicks.

  I lean over the couch right next to Zach’s head. “By the way dude, I got my junk groped in front of children in a café yesterday just to win your dare. Mission completed. Free rent here I come,” I say before knocking his cap off his head.

  “Fuck,” I hear him say under his breath as I walk out of the living room with a smile.

  Realizing that the day is getting away from me, I gather my laundry for the week and head around the block to Suds R Us, my local laundromat. Once I have the washing machine on, I sit back in the plastic chairs lining the wall and pull out my phone. Time for my weekly phone call to Mom and the girls.

  It rings twice before my sister Danika picks up. “City morgue. You kill ‘em, we chill ‘em.”

  She never fails to amaze me. “Danika, that is terrible!” I say, still chuckling to myself.

  “Zan! Tell me you’re coming home soon.”

  “I wish I was, squirt. I’m too busy with work and the academy. Who would’ve thought you’d have to study to become a cop?”

  “Well, duh! Of course you do. How else will you know how to get fat and eat donuts all day?”

  “Oh is that what I’ll be doing all day? Well, shit. I’m glad you told me now,” I reply sarcastically.

  Danika is fourteen going on twenty-five. I swear to God, that girl is way too clever. She’s already a year ahead in school and doesn’t seem to be slowing down at all. Hell, she was walking at nine months old and hasn’t stopped running since. After me, there is Zoe who is twenty-one, and Mia who is eighteen. They all still live at home with mom in Syracuse, Indiana. They moved from Chicago a few years ago when Mom got laid off and found a job working in an RV Factory. It meant they had to move out of state, but they’re still close enough that I can visit them every few months.

  I’m very protective of my family. My father was a deadbeat dad who was always out of work or drunk, usually both. When I was thirteen, he died from liver failure. It was quick, it was traumatic, and my mother has never even dated another man since then.

  I’ve tried to take care of them ever since; being the eldest, and only male in a group of girls, it was something I felt I had to do, so I grew up fast. I still send money to Mom when I have a particularly busy week dancing. Of course, she doesn’t know how I make my money; she thinks I work at the bar with Zach. I think she’d be shocked, and maybe a little disappointed with how I make a living, but I do know that she was over the moon when I was accepted into the police academy. She still tells anyone who will listen that I’m training to be a cop. Just being able to make her proud is worth everything to me.

  Z
oe knows that I dance. Unfortunate as it was, she happened to arrive late to a gig I’d just finished. Talk about awkward. She screamed when she recognized me, and I got stage fright, literally. I could. not. move. I grabbed her and we left straight afterwards, going to a twenty-four hour diner a few blocks from here to talk it out. She now understands why I strip, and we always make sure I’m not working any gig that she might be invited to.

  “Dani, put Mom on, will ya?”

  “Moooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm!”she yells down the phone.

  “Hello?” my mom says when she reaches the phone.

  “Hey, Mom. Just calling to check in with my favorite girls”

  “Oh, Zander. You’re always thinking of me and your sisters, but you don’t need to worry, we’re fine. Work is going well, the new house is perfect, and Mia and Danika are fitting in well at school.”

  “And Zoe?”

  “Well, you know Zoe, one bad boy after another. She’s currently dating a tattoo artist from Brownsburg. I wish she’d find a nice boy for once, someone more like you, but she’ll learn one day. And what about you, my boy? How’s training going?” she asks.

  “I’m good. Training is good. The physical side of it is okay, I’m fine with that, but it’s all the stuff I have to learn and remember that is hard. Couldn’t ask for a better job though.”

  “Glad to hear that, Zan. And what about dating? Have you met a nice girl yet? Maybe a country girl who’ll cook good meals and look after you. You deserve to be looked after, Zander.”

  “You know I don’t have time to date, Mom, but there is one girl that I want to get to know better. She intrigues me and I can’t seem to get her out of my head.”

  “Well, that just means that there might be something there. You need to talk to her.”

  “She’s kind of avoiding me. She’s embarrassed about something that happened between us even though she shouldn’t be.”

  “You need to talk to her. Tell her not to be embarrassed, then you need to woo her, Zander. If you like her, you need to woo. Women like to be listened to, you know that from living with me and your three sisters, so you listen, you ask questions, and you woo. Understand, son?”

  How do mothers always know the right answer to any of life’s questions? I remember asking her once, ‘how do you know that, Mommy?’ and without missing a beat, she turned to me and said, “It’s because I passed the mommy test.”

  I smile. “Yes, Mom. I might try that out.” I hear the dryer beep. “Okay, Mom, I have to get going. I’ll call you next week, alright?”

  “Of course, son. Love you. And remember to ask, listen, then woo.”

  “Yes, Mom. Love you too. Bye.”

  Ask, listen, woo.

  My new plan:

  1) Get Kate to open up.

  2) Let her get to know me.

  3) Reveal my identity when I’m sure she’s comfortable around me. Then she might want to meet with me in person.

  Sounds logical to me.

  Chapter 4

  “Hello”

  Kate

  After going to the bar for a quick bite to eat with Mac and Daniel and my workmate Nathan—my gay boyfriend for all intents and purposes—we return to our place and watch a DVD of some action movie that Daniel chose.

  I’m sitting on the opposite couch with a half-filled glass of wine and the laptop on my lap, scrolling through potential new dates on the Chicago Singles site. Mac gets a text, and suddenly has a big grin on her face. She giggles a few times as a few new messages come in, and even shows Daniel over her shoulder as she snuggles into his lap, his arm around her hips with his hand cradling her bump protectively.

  “What are you laughing at, Mac Attack?” It must be something good for her to be giggling like a school girl.

  “Oh nothing. Just uh, a friend from work sending me joke texts,” she says suspiciously.

  “Mmm hmm,” I reply, taking another big gulp of wine and scrolling through the never-ending list of new ‘singles ready to mingle’ on the website.

  Suddenly, I have a new private message from someone called nightdancer23. Interesting name, definitely grabs my attention. Worth a look I suppose.

  No profile photo, aged twenty-three, dirty blond hair, likes working out, 6 ft. 2. Shit, that’s a hell of a lot taller than me, but I’ve always been a sucker for a tall man towering over me. It must be the whole ‘protector’ fantasy. You know, the cop, the fire fighter, the soldier...the tall brooding man in uniform who makes you squirm with one piercing look.

  Yep, total sucker right here.

  Okay, so he’s sounding good so far. Twenty-three is the lower limit of my age range, but I’m only twenty-four, so a year isn’t much in the scheme of things as long as he’s mature and not just looking to get laid. And going by my date with Roger, who was almost old enough to be my dad, a younger guy might be worth a shot.

  I open the message, emptying the remainder of the bottle into my glass.

  Nightdancer23: Hi. You sound like a fun chick. How’s your night going?

  Okay. Nothing too pushy or probing. Just a simple, friendly message. And no cock pic; definitely a better start than the last five messages I’ve received. I think about my reply for a while before sending.

  Fireinthesky24: Hey. I like to think I’m fun. You obviously have a great sense of humor if your username is anything to go by. Night dancer? Does that mean you’re the next Channing Tatum?

  There we go. Fun, mildly flirty, not desperate. Great start Kate. I’m proud of myself.

  Straight away, I get a reply.

  Nightdancer23: Definitely not Channing Tatum, but I’ve been told I dance like him. Shouldn’t a gorgeous woman like you be out having fun tonight?

  Fireinthesky24: Had a dating disaster last weekend and then dinner with friends tonight. Enjoying a nice glass of wine to drown my sorrows.

  Nightdancer23: Must’ve been bad if you’re still drinking from last week’s bad date. It’s not just internet dating that can be disastrous. Everyday dating can be just as bad. I was groped in a café today at a coffee date. Don’t be disheartened.

  Fireinthesky24: Aww, thanks. So why are you at home tonight then? On a dating site no less ;)

  Nightdancer23: Finished work, so came home to relax. I’m pretty busy during the week, so I like to relax at home occasionally. Can’t be partying all the time ;)

  I look at the clock and realize that its 11 p.m. I might as well call it a night since Mac and Daniel are now spooning on the couch watching another movie about zombies. As much as I’d like to stay talking on the internet, my confidence in this website being the answer to my love life woes has taken a hit, so I don’t want to get my hopes up again. Friendly, but non-committal. That is the key.

  Fireinthesky24: I’m with you there. Well, I’m going to love and leave you. My cold, empty bed is calling me. Hope the rest of your night is relaxing. Talk again soon.

  Nightdancer23: I’d like that. It’s hard meeting new friends in the big city, especially without any expectations. And don’t be disheartened by your dating disaster; your prince charming will be out there somewhere, I promise.

  This guy does seem to be one of the nice ones. Either that or he is a smooth as they come.

  Nightdancer23: Is it wrong that I’m thinking that you, going to sleep in a cold bed, is a crime?

  Fireinthesky24: Not wrong. A bit forward maybe, but I can deal with forward from a distance.

  Nightdancer23: Good to hear, Firebird. Till next time wink

  Fireinthesky24: Firebird?

  Nightdancer23: Sorry, it’s just a name that came to me when I saw your photo.

  Fireinthesky24: I like it :)

  Well, color me pink and call me candy floss. Forward and flirty. Dammit, why can't Mac help me decipher this? She's the queen of reading into things. I'll have to ask her in the morning when she's not so busy with Superman over there.

  Time for bed and a romance novel to drown my sorrows in. I shuffle into my bedroom, snuggling deep
under the covers with my kindle, waiting for sleep to come. Ten pages—and one sex scene later–my kindle hits me in the face as I fall asleep holding it.

  Kate the dork for the win!

  ∞∞~

  He stands at the end of the bed, his eyes full of hunger as he roams my naked body. From the tips of my toes, he slowly rakes his eyes over me...the curve of my hips, the dip of my waist, my heavy aching breasts as they rise and fall quickly...the eroticism of the moment engulfing me. I’m panting with need, biting my lip to stop me from begging him to take me.

  “God, you’re beautiful. You’re every man’s wet dream. I’ve dreamed of you like this, naked and waiting for me, wanting me.”

  “Fuck,” I moan, lifting my hands up to cup my breasts, my thumbs on each hand rubbing across my hard nipples sending delicious tingles straight down to my wet pussy.

  “I plan to, and I’m gonna take my time because you deserve the world, Kate. You deserve everything I have to give you and more.”

  “Touch me, I need you to touch me.” I’m begging, but I don’t care. My entire body is on fire, and he’s the spark that is burning me.

  “Try and stop me, Firebird.”

  Wait, what?

  I shake my head, not wanting to lose the moment.

  His large rough hands are all over me. He puts a knee on the bed between my feet as he skims the inside of my calves, gently easing my legs further apart as he moves up my body.

  As he dips his head to rain kisses up my thighs, he looks up at me, his eyes ravenous. “You’re so fucking beautiful. What did I do to deserve you?”

  “So close…” I moan, increasing the pressure on my aching nipples.

  “You’re so hot. I have to taste you. I have to be inside you.”

  “Yes!” I cry out as his tongue swipes my core, stopping at my throbbing clit which is begging for attention.

  As if he can read my mind, he moves his fingers up, slowly pushing one, then two inside of me. My pussy is so wet that he easily slips back and forth as his tongue circles my clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, flicking back and forth. My hips buck up, forcing his fingers deeper into me as I moan loudly, relishing in the growing pressure deep within me dying to be released.