Eight Brothers' Fiancée: A Reverse Harem Romance (Love by Numbers Book 7)

by Nicole Casey

  Jett and Rogan stared at me as though I’d just read them the cure for cancer. “My brothers were right about you,” Rogan said. “You’re special.”

  My cheeks began to burn and I was certain I was blushing deeply. It was enlightening to be around a Rogan who actually talks and uses sarcasm and a Jett who lets loose and has more of a playful side. If I’d never come to spend time with them, I never would have discovered who they really were. Much like Harley and Huxley, I was suddenly feeling like I would be lucky to have someone like one of them on my arm.

  “What’s that look?” Jett asked.

  I tilted my head to one side. “W-what look?” In a single, swift movement, Jett closed the distance between us and had his hand on the side of my neck. He brushed my hair away from it, tilting my head to one side and running his thumb along the skin. He looked into me, through me, like whether or not I was honest, he’d know my thoughts anyway. “That starved look. Did my brothers not satisfy you the other night?”

  I might have guessed that the twins would have spilled the beans to their brothers. I wasn’t angry more than I was embarrassed. I didn’t want them thinking I was that kind of girl. Still, with Jett pressed against me and Rogan slowly drifting towards me from the side, I was beginning to imagine being sandwiched between a different set of Foxx brothers. What was happening to me? I didn’t know the woman that was bearing her neck to beasts.

  “We’d be more than happy to make up the difference,” Rogan said. His hand swished through the water and found itself on my ass. “If you wanted?”

  I looked up at Jett and over at Rogan. They had me cornered and I didn’t mind. With my heart racing faster than colliding atoms, I found myself without the ability to resist them. I did want them. I peered into Jett’s blue eyes, realizing that, for not being related by blood, they were very similar to Rogan’s. “I want it.”

  19

  Alexa

  Rogan closed his mouth over mine, leading with his tongue to snake in and intermingle with mine. My head was already going fuzzy as he spun my body towards him and snaked his hand between us and down to my underwear. He slipped his hand under the fabric and started to rub my pussy. Even though the pool water was heated, his hand was much hotter by comparison. The water cooled around me as his warm fingers poked at my clit and slid along the slit in my lips and the combination was driving me crazy. He bit my bottom lip and sucked while fingering me below and my head was already threatening to flee my body. Jett closed in on me from behind, and I could feel his hardness poking at my ass. I’d only just lost my virginity to the twins a few days ago, but I wasn’t so dumb to think that the natural progression for a woman sleeping with two men was to eventually let them use both her holes. I just didn’t quite know if I was ready for it yet.

  “You know how the twins have a kink for always having sex as a pair?” Jett whispered into my ear and his hot voice on my skin sent a chill down my spine. “We all have different kinks. Just another way to tell the Foxx brothers apart.”

  My skin had a copious amount of goosebumps. Call it naivety, but I didn’t even know there were that many kinks to have.

  “Do you have any kinks, Alexa?”

  I knew the one I was quickly developing: a kink for sleeping with the Foxx brothers. First Harley and Huxley and now Jett and Rogan. Being with these men; that was my kink.

  “Don’t worry,” Rogan said, “we’ll share ours with you until you love them. Want to know mine?”

  I nodded. “Yes,” I responded breathlessly. “Tell me.”

  Rogan pulled me over to the stairs of the pool and sat down on the edge. He pulled his swim trunks off of his body. His dick was large and leaking, begging me to come to it. He stroked it a few times, pushing even more beads of precome out of the tip. “I have a thing for blow jobs. Sometimes, it’s the only way I want to have sex with a woman.”

  That lit me on fire. Not only did it mean I probably wasn’t going to have to try anal for the first time with them, it also fed the desire I’d felt when I licked Huxley’s cock for the first time. There was a spot deep in my mouth that, when struck just right, made me weak all over. Rogan’s kink for blow jobs was probably going to feed into the one I was growing to give them. I floated over to where he was and bent over, taking his dick into my mouth. He let out a starved groan and put a hand on the back of my head. I started to work my way further and further down the shaft, and Rogan’s grip on the back of my head was strong, coaxing all the way down. The salty precome seeping out of the tip of his dick was coming in a continuous stream, and I found that I was disgusted by the taste. I linked it with Rogan and knew that I was going to want to taste it more.

  “Oh, baby, your tongue feels so good on my dick,” Rogan grumbled, his hand pushing my head and keeping it down. “Choke on it.” The head of his dick tickled the back of my throat, and soon I started to gag. I coughed, but Rogan’s hand didn’t loosen it’s pressure. I coughed more until I gagged and Rogan let out a sigh of satisfaction. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  As I continued to service Rogan’s dick, I heard Jett climb out of the pool and saw him slip into the house out of the corner of my eye. When he came back, his swim trunks were gone and he was rolling a condom onto his fully erect shaft.

  “Bring her up here, Ro.”

  Rogan let out a frustrated sigh, but moved his hand and allowed my head to pop off his dick. Jett led me over to one of the giant, round chaise lounge chairs and laid me down on it, with my head propped just enough for Rogan to stand next to me and guide his dick back into my out. He started to hump himself in and out, finding that spot at the back of my throat that drove me crazy.

  I started to moan and Rogan smiled. “Oh, someone else has a blow job kink.”

  Jett lined himself up to my pussy, petting my face until I looked over at him. “Wanna know my kink?” I nodded as much as I could and Jett grinned. He bared his teeth and ran his tongue across the top row. “I love sinking my teeth into beautiful skin.”

  He leaned forward and found a spot on the side of my neck. He kissed it a few times first, then at the exact same time, he bit into my neck and shoved his dick inside me. The pain mixed with the pleasure was so overwhelming I thought I was going to faint. Unlike a normal bite, Jett didn’t let up. He reminded me of a vampire, or the way dogs latched onto their mates when they were breeding, he kept his teeth bit into me as he started to pump in and out of me at an ever more rapid pace.

  I whined around Rogan’s dick as my pussy started to twitch with excitement. Jett’s dick going deep inside my pussy with his teeth clenching into my skin, while Rogan fucked my face, it blew me up. I started to shudder and my mind went blank, leaving only the sound of ringing in my ears. Far from me, I heard Jett say something, but I couldn’t make it out. Rogan tapped the top of my head a couple of times, shoved his dick as far back as it would go, and exploded into my mouth, filling it full with hot come. Jett’s movements became fractured and labored on top of me, and I could tell that they’d come too.

  Jett collapsed on my stomach and Rogan pulled himself from my mouth. He bent over and kissed me, rubbing my cheek as he did so. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? I can get carried away.”

  I shook my head. “Not at all, it was wonderful.”

  My eyes felt heavy and the last thing I saw was Rogan smiling at me as they closed over and I passed out.

  20

  Huxley

  It was close to three in the morning when all of my brothers were finally gathering in the fireside lounge in the backyard of Harley’s vacation house. The rest of us had pools in our backyards, mainly to combat the Italian heat, but also because we also enjoyed a dip in the pool. Quentin, in particular, hated fireplaces and always sat as far away from them as possible, so Harley had taken the initiative to move a comfortable lounge chair out into the backyard, close enough to still be part of the group, but far enough away to not have the fireplace freak him out.

  When everyone was gathered and comfortable, Harley leaned f
orward to address the group. “Thanks for coming, I know it’s late.”

  “Is Alexa upstairs?” Maverick asked. “Is it my turn to take a run at her yet?”

  Harley and I exchanged confused glances. “No, she’s not here,” I said.

  “Then where is she?” Maverick asked.

  I was turning to stone in place. “She’s not at the main house is she?”

  “Um, no.” We all looked over to Rogan and Jett, who we were now realizing both had shit-eating grins on their faces. “She’s at my place. In bed,” Jett explained.

  Rogan shrugged his shoulders. “She needs the rest after the night she’s had.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Did you guys fuck?” Jett looked at me and didn’t say anything, yet he was screaming. I grinned. “Awesome, isn’t it?”

  “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” Rogan responded.

  “Wait!” Maverick stood up. “She had sex with you guys?!”

  “Tell me you took it easy at least?” Harley asked, looking much more disappointed than approving.

  “What’s gotten into you?” I asked. I typically had a sixth sense for what Harley was feeling, but he was all over the map. I knew he was worried about Malia and how the wedding was going to pan out, but I expected him to be excited that Alexa was opening up.

  “I just don’t want to rush things with her, you guys. She’s…” He shook his head. “She’s not just another fuck.”

  “You were the one that said if she started to fall for even one of us, that was our opening,” Jett retorted. “Are you actually jealous that it wasn’t one of you?”

  I held up a hand. “Hey. She’s falling for us.”

  “Yeah, well she’s falling for us too,” Rogan said. “So what’s the issue?”

  Maverick started jumping up and down in place. “The problem is that I haven’t fucked her yet.”

  “The problem,” Harley cut in, “is that the stakes are much higher now. It’s not just dad, or us, now Alexa’s involved too. The proposal was a bad idea, we never should have brought her here. She’s in danger.”

  I hunched my brow, glaring at Harley. What aren’t you telling me? He looked back at me with concern rooted deep in his expression. Finally, he swallowed hard. “Malia knows we slept with her.”

  Everyone went silent. “What? How?”

  “She had people watching our place,” Harley responded. “She’s known ever since it happened. She knows how we feel and that, at this point, Alexa is the greatest leverage she has against us.”

  Rogan framed his chin between his thumb and finger. “So, the longer Alexa is here with Malia, the bigger the chance that she’ll get hurt. We have to send her home.”

  “Oh sure, you get to sleep with her and now we’re sending her home,” Delvin said.

  “Exactly!” Maverick yelped. “What the hell is that about?”

  Quentin reached over and backhanded Maverick across the back of the head. “Can you stop worrying about your dicks for two seconds? Don’t you hear what he’s saying? If Malia kills Alexa, we can’t be with her, can we?”

  “So what do we do?” Keaton asked. “If, immediately after these two banged her, we send her home, she’s gonna think that’s all we’re after. She’ll probably never talk to us again.”

  Harley didn’t respond. That’s why he was frustrated with Jett and Rogan, but it wasn’t their fault. If Alexa was willing, they would have had to be superhuman not to go for it. “Alexa knows about the situation with Malia. We can just explain.”

  “And then what?” Harley asked. “We go back home and have to constantly keep looking over our shoulders? We’ve been doing that for the past two weeks and, if anything, it made us further from Alexa. We were lucky she was still interested in us after the way the last couple of weeks went. A band-aid isn’t going to fix anything. We have to just end this battle with her.”

  “What? How?” I asked. I could see in Harley’s face that he was near to giving up.

  Harley shrugged. “The way that’s been presented. I’ll marry Malia.”

  “What?!” we all shouted in unison.

  “You can’t marry that psycho,” I spat. “What about Alexa?”

  Harley nodded with a pathetic scoff. “I think I could really fall for her. Honestly, I think I already have, but I can’t let her be in danger for the mistakes our father made. We’re already suffering through that. We can’t drag anyone else in. We have to end it.” He looked up at me, on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry.” He looked around at all the guys. “To all of you. I’ll do the best I can to keep her from doing anything to the company. Maybe she’ll be more willing to work with me once we’re together.”

  “You can’t.” The crackle of the flames from the fireplace weren’t the source of the fire burning inside of me. “I mean, you can’t.”

  “He’s right,” Rogan said. “Marrying her is no solution. It’s only going to create different problems.”

  “She’d make us get rid of Alexa,” Keaton said. “And that’s probably just step one.”

  “Besides, if Malia feels threatened by her, then she’s never really safe,” Delvin said. “She’s better off with us.”

  “She’s better off without us,” Harley whined back. “She always was. I’ve thought about this all the ways that I could and I’ve finally realized, the only solution is to just give Malia what she wants.”

  “At least you were smart enough to figure that out.” All of our heads snapped towards the door and Malia was standing in the doorway. “It was so nice of your dad to give me a copy of your key, Harley my dear.”

  “You need to get out,” I hissed.

  “Alexa is certainly step one,” Malia said, looking down upon me like a tyrant queen from her throne. “Step two, is you.” She bent over and pinched my chin in her hand. “You’re an even bigger thorn in my side than she is.” I snatched my face away from her and she hissed out an evil laugh. “I’ve already proposed the plan to Richard, and he loves it. Foxx Media should be coast to coast. Harley will stay here to head up the Texas division with his new bride,” her eyes flickered with hate in the firelight, “while the other will go to New York to head up the new East Coast division.”

  “What?” Harley asked.

  I shook my head. “You can’t do that.”

  “Once I have half of the control I can, and Richard is already talking about expanding his other businesses too.” She looked at Delvin and Maverick. “The music scenes are strong in Minnesota and California.” She turned to Quentin and Keaton. “You can’t beat the major events that take place in Florida and D.C. Oh, and let’s not forget,” she dropped her gaze to Jett and Rogan, “fashion is international. Any modeling agency worth its salt has representatives in the U.K. and Japan.”

  “You’re trying to split us up,” Maverick murmured.

  “I’m trying to build an empire,” she responded. “All you boys do is run around playing tag with the paparazzi and keep one another company. Once I’m in control, you can kiss all of that goodbye.”

  I looked over at Harley. “This is exactly why you can’t go through with this wedding.”

  “Oh, he’ll go through with it,” Malia said. “I told Dante about the games you were playing and he decided he’s not playing nice anymore. All of his men will be flying in for our wedding this weekend, and they will be armed. I believe Dante’s exact instructions were, ‘If he doesn’t say I do, don’t stop shooting until the only bodies left are ours. Goodbye to your dad, goodbye to your insufferable step-mother, goodbye to your little girlfriend,” a malicious moon of a grin covered her face, “goodbye to your brothers.”

  “Alright, you don’t have to worry,” Harley said. “I won’t put up a fight.”

  My jaw dropped. “But.”

  “Huxley, stop!” Harley yelled and it shocked me. He’d never yelled at me once in his entire life. “Just, stop. I made my decision.”

  “Good boy,” Malia replied. “Now, I’m going to go take a bath and get in our
bed. Goodnight.”

  Malia turned around and slithered out of sight.

  “You can’t do this,” I said, barely audible.

  “I have to,” Harley responded. “We have no other choice.”

  21

  Alexa

  I came to with the morning light streaking in and skating across my face. I didn’t remember going to bed, but I had Jett spooning me from behind and Rogan curled up in front of me, so it wasn’t the worst way to wake up. As I stretched and moved, I noticed that Jett and Rogan were out like rocks. No amount of movement or noise seemed to stir them. We had certainly exhausted our energy during our romp the night before, but if I was in bed, someone had to carry me up. I wondered how much later they stayed up past when I went to bed.

  I slid my way out from between them and climbed off the bed. I wandered downstairs to get my clothes and other items, returning to the backyard where I’d last seen everything I had on me. The sun was already high in the sky, bathing my bare skin in an intense heat. It was well into the afternoon; I’d slept most of the day away. I walked over to the table where I’d set my phone, wallet, and keys, and noticed that my underwear, jeans and t-shirt were completely dry and folded. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility to think that perhaps the Foxxes had some kind of maid or butler, but it was less likely to think they would have come between the night before and now. It meant that one of the guys dried my clothes and folded them up for me, probably Jett with his need for order and organization.

  I got dressed, used the lipstick I had in my wallet to write a small message to Jett and Rogan that I’d had a good time and would see them soon on the back door, and then I slipped outside to the front. Huxley’s golf cart was still sitting where I left it, but Rogan’s was parked in a different place than it had been. Not only had they stayed up past me, they’d left and come back. I’d have to ask them what they did after I passed out, if for no reason other than the fact that I was incredibly curious.