All In: A Vegas Reverse Harem Romance

by Cassie Cole

While Eddie went to fetch food, I took my bag into the bathroom and got in the shower. Mostly I huddled under the scalding water, letting it slowly thaw out my body. Even with the heat cranked up in the van for the drive up I still felt like a popsicle in a tight dress. That, and a change of clothes, made me feel like a million bucks.

  Or $20 million bucks, I thought with a giggle.

  Bryce took a shower after me while Xander shaved in front of the mirror, then went to fill the ice bucket at the machine. When he got back he removed the small trash bag from the wastebasket by the bed and filled it with ice, then lifted his shirt to hold it against his ribs.

  “Yikes,” I said when I saw the yellowish bruise beginning to form. “How bad is it?”

  “I’ve been kicked by horses worse than this.”

  “Now you’re just showing off.”

  “I told you,” he said. “This country singer thing isn’t an act.”

  After Bryce took a shower and changed clothes he drew the curtains, then opened the crates of cash. “We’re not dividing them up yet, are we?” I asked. “Because I didn’t bring enough bags to carry my share out.”

  “I’m counting,” he said in a tone that meant be quiet.

  I sat cross legged on the bed and watched him go through the money. It was a mesmerizing process: cutting open each shrink-wrapped brick, counting the stacks inside, making tallies on the hotel notepad. Every so often he individually counted each $100 bill within a stack, verifying that the $10,000 stacks were accurate. He placed them in a careful pile on the floor, which slowly grew into a pyramid of green. I was transfixed by the sight of so much money. Each of those bills was $100. That’s about as much as I made in tips on a normal weeknight. And there were thousands upon thousands of those bills here, in front of us. Filling up the room as Bryce counted.

  Eddie returned with two pizza boxes before Bryce was done counting the first crate. I ran to the door and opened the safety latch, then used my body to block a view of the room while Eddie slipped inside, closing it fast behind him.

  “Brought something to celebrate,” Eddie said, holding up a plastic bag. “It was the closest thing to champagne the gas station had.”

  “I’m not above drinking cheap hooch,” I said.

  We spread the pizza on the table and filled plastic cups with champagne. Bryce tossed the last $10,000 stack onto the huge pile in the corner and consulted his notepad.

  “And the grand total is…” he said with a dramatic pause. “$10,700,000.”

  “Oh,” Xander said. “That’s less than I thought.”

  “No,” Bryce shook his head. “That’s just one crate. If the other crate has the same amount…”

  “That’s $21 million!” I said.

  “$21,400,000 to be exact,” Bryce said. “$5,350,000 each.”

  The four of us were silent for a moment.

  We erupted in cheers loud enough to wake our neighbors. I jumped up on the bed and hopped up and down like a toddler who was avoiding her bedtime. Xander and Eddie hugged, then high-fived Bryce.

  “And we’re alive to spend it!” I said. “That’s the best part!”

  “Definitely the best part,” Xander agreed.

  We finished filling plastic cups with too-sweet champagne and toasted our success, chugging it down in one long gulp. Then we ate our pizza in silence, too hungry to bother talking even though we were excited.

  Only when I’d finished four slices—four big slices!—did I rise from the bed. “I want to try something.”

  They watched as I grabbed two stacks of bills and peeled away the paper ring. With a flourish I tossed one into the air. The bills filled the air, flipping and gliding down onto the bed. I let out a giddy laugh as I did the same with the second stack.

  “That looks like fun,” Bryce said, rushing over to grab two of his own to toss. All of us laughed while throwing the money in the air, filling the room with green. Soon the bed and floor and night stand were covered in $100 bills.

  “Ack!” I said as I slipped on the money-covered floor. Bryce caught me before I fell on my face and then spun me up into a kiss.

  “Hey now, save some for the rest of us,” Eddie said.

  Xander gave a nervous laugh. Eddie looked uncomfortable.

  I sighed and sat on the bed. “Okay. Let’s get this all out in the open.”

  “I was only joking…” Eddie said.

  “No, you were being serious,” I said. “And it’s something we should address. Especially now that the heist is over.”

  Bryce leaned against the wall in an attempt—a poor one—to look relaxed. Xander crossed one leg over the other and watched me, worried about what I would say.

  “I have feelings for you,” I said. “All of you. Each in your own special way. Bryce, it all started with you and what should have been a one night stand. But then we were working together, and laughing together, and I soon realized I didn’t want you to just be a one night stand.”

  I turned to Eddie. “I kind of thought you were an asshole at first.”

  “Hey!”

  “To be fair, he is kind of an ass,” Xander said.

  “But,” I quickly said, “now I know that’s just the hard exterior you put up for others. Walling yourself off. I don’t know if you did that when you were in the LAPD or since coming to Vegas, but I know you’re really a softy underneath. The time we spent together on the stakeout in the hotel across from the Volga was boring, and time consuming… And yet also some of the most treasured moments I can remember.”

  “You were in the LAPD?” Bryce asked. “What, you couldn’t cut it or something?”

  “Ask me one more question and Xander, Sage, and I will be splitting the pot three ways,” Eddie growled, but it only reinforced my point about him putting up a hard exterior.

  “And Xander,” I said, scooting down the bed so I could put a hand on his knee. “We haven’t done it as much as I would like…”

  “Woah now,” Bryce said.

  Eddie put his hands up. “Keep that to yourselves, huh?”

  “Music!” I said, exasperated. “I’m talking about music! Thanks for ruining a nice moment.” I subdued them with a glare before turning my attention back to Xander.

  “We haven’t practiced music together as much as I would like. But what we have practiced together, I’ve loved. I want you to teach me more about the guitar, much more than just the basic chords. Help me become an expert. And I want to sing with you! Not just practice but real songs together, duets for fun or in front of crowds of people while the spotlights shine down. I want so much with you, Xander.”

  He pushed his cowboy hat up with one finger. “So I’m not just some stereotypical country singer?”

  I kissed him on the cheek. “Maybe just a little bit. But that’s part of what I love about you.” I turned my attention back to the group. “That’s where we are right now. I’m falling in love with each of you in your own unique way. I’m sure each of you wants me to choose. I can’t do that. It would be like choosing which of my fingers I wanted to keep.”

  They listened quietly. Eddie was impassive, but Bryce was nodding along. Xander seemed thoughtful. Chewing the information like a hard piece of beef whose flavor he couldn’t decide if he enjoyed.

  “The thumb,” Bryce said. He frowned at his palm. “Definitely keep the thumb. You can sort of use it to grip stuff…”

  “The plan was to split up after the heist,” Eddie said quietly. “Go our separate ways. Tougher to get caught that way. It’s the smart thing to do.”

  “I know,” I said. “But honestly, I don’t know if I could do that. Do any of you?”

  They looked at one another, then me. Bryce grabbed the bottle of champagne and guzzled down the last remains before wiping his mouth.

  “The only thing I know,” he said with certainty in his crystal blue eyes, “is that we’d better make tonight count.”

  He strode toward me with feral purpose, cupping my cheek and kissing me. I fell backward onto t
he bed as he covered me with his body. Crisp $100 bills crumpled underneath us as he kissed me, his lips tasting like the sugar from the cheap champagne.

  “All of you,” I said, gasping for breath. The alcohol was making me dizzy but I knew exactly what I wanted. “I want all of you.”

  Xander knelt on the bed and tossed away his cowboy hat so he could kiss me next, the smell of his aftershave pungent and intoxicating. Bryce was not idle though—he was moving down to my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and then sliding them off my legs, then over my feet, revealing my bare skin to the group.

  Group. The word echoed in my head. I’ve never done this with a group before…

  “Now you really are hogging her,” Eddie said with a smirk. He stalked around the other side of the bed and playfully shoved Xander away, then grabbing a handful of hair to pull my head to his lips. He squeezed with just the right amount of force, a possessive but tantalizing pressure in my scalp. His tongue danced with mine while Bryce kissed along my inner thigh, his thin beard scratching my smooth skin. Xander gently lifted my shirt up over my neck, forcing Eddie and I to stop kissing long enough for it to go over my head.

  I sighed back into our money-covered bed as Xander caressed my breast, kissing the tender flesh.

  By the time Bryce had my panties off and his tongue working in between my legs I was moaning into Eddie’s mouth and reaching for his pants. He pulled back long enough to unbutton his belt and remove his pants, then boxers, pausing with only a little bit of discomfort around the other men. I grabbed hold of his thick cock and yanked it toward me, pulling him until he planted his thighs on either side of my head and straddled my face.

  “Goddamn,” he cursed as I began sucking him off. He was so thick I could only take half of him in my mouth, but what I could take I went to town on. I grabbed at Xander’s shirt, pulling it up and trying to find his own manhood. He obliged me and whipped it out, allowing me to stroke it while he returned to sucking on my nipples.

  Three men. Am I really doing this?

  I moaned around Eddie’s cock as Bryce’s tongue swirled around my clit. The combined intensity of that and my nipples being stimulated made me arch my back and curl my toes.

  Three men at the same time.

  It was one of those taboo things I’d never even considered doing. Group sex wasn’t my sort of fantasy.

  But when it was three men I was falling in love with? Three men I trusted with my life?

  It made all the difference in the world.

  Bryce was soon so overcome with lust that he stopped eating me out and stripped his pants like they were on fire. He scooted me down near the edge of the bed, then shoved his cock deep inside my pussy.

  “Mmm,” I groaned while bobbing my head up and down on Eddie’s hot manhood. My head bounced against the money on the bed, more money than I could earn in a lifetime. And we were fucking on it.

  That made this that much hotter.

  “Fuck, your mouth is so good,” Eddie rumbled. “I’m getting close…”

  I pushed him off. “Not yet.” I grabbed his cock and stroked it gently, keeping him hard while Xander went to his knees next to me. I twisted and took him in the mouth, making my lips as tight as possible while moving back and forth on his head. I’d already nearly made Eddie come within a few minutes. Could I do the same with Xander?

  “Darlin’, that feels better than all the money in that crate,” Xander said. He gently pinched a nipple between his fingers while I swirled my tongue around his shaft.

  “Oh. My. God,” Bryce was saying, a series of grunts more than words. Sweat matted his blond hair as he looked down at me. “I’m close too.”

  Eddie leered at me. “If I’m not allowed to come, he’s not.”

  I could feel Xander’s thighs tensing underneath my touch. I knew what I wanted more than anything, and it required timing. Just like our heist crate swap.

  “Okay,” I told Bryce. “Come for me. Come deep inside me!”

  He bit his lip and doubled his efforts, slamming into my pussy with each pounding thrust. His mouth opened and his jaw worked silently as he came, shuddering spasms deep inside me, filling me with his load.

  “Hurry,” I told Eddie. “Fill me too.”

  His lip curled in half a smile. “Yeah?”

  “Yes! Come inside me!”

  He leaped from the bed and took Bryce’s place, lowering his cock into my waiting snatch. He was so wide it made me tremble and moan as he entered, filling me to the hilt and grabbing my waist.

  “Oh. Fuck.” He gritted his teeth. “Oh. Sage. Fuck.”

  “Yeah?” I said while stroking Xander, getting him close. “Tell me, Eddie.”

  “Sage, I’m cominggggggggg.”

  He thrust one final time and then remained as deep as he could while he climaxed, his entire body shaking as he emptied himself inside me. I drank the sight of him with my eyes, savoring my men in their ecstasy.

  “My turn,” Xander said, rolling across the pile of money to get to the edge of the bed. “Oh lord, Sage, I’m about to…”

  “Give me to me!” I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in. He entered me in one smooth stroke, and then he roared in his harmonious country voice as he immediately came, adding his seed to Eddie’s and Bryce’s.

  53

  Sage

  The boys quickly dressed after. They could handle each others’ nudity in the heat of the moment but not in the post-coital daze. That was fine, because I was happy to remain totally nude on my bed of money.

  They joined me: Bryce laying between my legs with his cheek on my belly, Eddie resting the back of his head on my chest, while Xander lay so that his temple pressed against mine. A tangle of limbs and flesh and crisp $100 bills.

  Well, crumpled $100 bills. They weren’t crisp after what we’d done on them.

  “Where do you think you’ll go?” I asked. “After the money is cleaned.” I didn’t address anyone in particular. It was a standing question to each of them.

  “I’m going to tuck it away,” Bryce said. His voice was a pleasant rumble against my belly. “Lay low while playing online poker.”

  “You don’t have a place in mind?”

  He shrugged, muscles shifting against my skin. “Doesn’t matter where. I can play poker from anywhere. I’ll figure that out when the time comes. What about you?”

  I caressed Eddie’s dark hair on my breast. “Michel has a studio down on St. Maarten.”

  “Hold on a second,” Xander said, twisting to face me. “You’ve got a fourth man we don’t know about?”

  “Michel is Michel,” I said. “He’s my singing coach. And I’m fairly certain I lack the requisite hardware for his taste in sexual partners.”

  “In that case, Michel sounds lovely,” Xander said. “He has a studio?”

  “Uh huh. On the French side of Saint Martin. Not the Dutch side. He’s really prickly about that distinction. I might go down there to record my album. I could use some warm, tropical weather for a change. Work on my tan.” I gave Eddie’s hair a squeeze. “What about you? Any idea what you’ll do?”

  “I’ve known all along what I want to do,” Eddie said in a deep, but certain, voice. “I want to be a cop again.”

  “Bro,” Bryce said. “You don’t need $5 million to be a cop.”

  “You don’t know my history,” Eddie said simply. “I can’t become a cop here in America without someone running a background check, finding out I ditched the LAPD. I need money to scrub my record, or come up with a new identity. Or start over fresh somewhere else.”

  “No offense, but that’s boring as shit,” Xander said.

  “I like the work. Being a cop’s my purpose, you know?”

  “I guess I understand,” Xander admitted. “My purpose is to play the guitar. I enjoy playing for smaller crowds more than I do big arenas.”

  “Now that’s gotta be a lie,” I said.

  “It’s the lord’s honest truth. Music is an intimate thing. You know t
hat. You lose some of that intimacy when you’re in front of a huge crowd. Plus, playing the exact same show every night and twice on Saturdays gets boring. I want to try something different. Toy around with new sets without the pressure of being flawless every night. Hell, I’d play my guitar on the street corner if I knew I wouldn’t go hungry doin’ it.”

  “If that’s what you want to do with the money, then no judgement here,” I said.

  Saint Martin was the goal I’d been tossing around in my head for the last couple of weeks, but now it didn’t have as much luster because I would be going alone. Without the three men who I desperately, passionately, didn’t want to part with.

  And then it came to me. A solution. The obvious solution I should have thought of all along.

  “Guys,” I said, “I have an idea.”

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  Sage

  I leaned over the bank of sound equipment, a pair of studio headphones held over my ears.

  “Michel,” I said with wonder in my voice. “I sound incredible!”

  He stood nearby, arms crossed over his thin frame and a patient look on his face. “And you thought adjusting the bass levels would be a mistake.”

  “You’re right…”

  “As if I have never made just adjustments! As if I am not an expert in my craft!”

  “I’ll never doubt you again.”

  That was the last song on the album. My album. The one we’d been recording for the last month. Day after day spent in the studio, tweaking song lyrics and melodies and accompanying instruments. And finally, after all that work, my album was complete.

  “Learning the guitar was the best addition you ever made,” Michel said. He liked to switch topics randomly. “A strong solo singer you were. But with the guitar?” He kissed his fingertips. “Darling, I cannot wait to shop this album around to my connections.”

  I planted my hands on my hips. “I bet you say that to everyone who records here.”

  “I do,” he agreed. “But for once I mean it!”

  I joined him for hot tea before leaving. Michel always took offense if I left in a rush, so we sat and chatted about which distribution methods he’d reach out to first. I practically tingled with excitement.