Archangels MC: A Reverse Harem Romance (Bad Influence Book 2)

by Ivy Fox

“I love them, thank you,” she sings, and those eyes that threaten to swallow me whole have lit up with a whole new wildfire inside them.

  “Come here, baby,” I order, and reconnect with her lips, wanting nothing more than to spend the little time I still have left making love to her on this very grass, and have her see God one more time before I go.

  Because when I come back, this moment might never be repeated again.

  Chapter 23

  Hope

  I look at my empty bed and slump my shoulders. The clock on the bedside table shows one in the morning already. Sleep won’t come for me tonight. I’m too wired, and every time I close my eyes, all I see is Michael’s face, how he tied me in our backyard and made me climax so easily. How he made me feel beautiful and cherished. The man knew exactly where to touch me and how to play my body, making me crave his very next touch and ache for him to fill me over and over again, until I lost my mind.

  I huff out, frustrated. He’s been gone for the past five days, and this burning need isn’t going away. Cam’s simple kisses are no longer enough for me, either. Not after our own night together. Him going back to only kissing me every full moon is just as maddening as the feel of his lips on mine. I want him to devour me from within, but he’s put some sort of leash on his own impulses, treating me like precious china instead. As if I’m going to break apart in his arms if he even ventures to take one step away from first base.

  And Gabriel? What am I going to do with that man?

  I see it in his face, even if he does try to school his expression and pretend not to be affected by me—I know he is. His desire is just as palpable as my own. Each time we train, he leans behind me to teach me moves I already know and have mastered, so I know it’s his way of touching me—the only way he’ll let himself put his hands on me. I pretend to need his help; pretend that when he gets close to me, I’m not rubbing my behind on his crotch on purpose; pretend it’s an innocent coincidence that I’m sweating bullets ten minutes into our training, when his grip hardens on my waist, keeping me still. I pretend it’s all part of the program when he corrects my stance with his leg, opening me wide for him. I feign ignorance that I don’t see his Adam’s apple bob away as I bend down, giving him a full view of my newly formed breasts. Yeah, I’ve become a great pretender, but I’m reaching my limit. I want more, and aside from Michael, the men he left behind are just too stubborn and set in their ways and won’t budge. They won’t take the next step, and it’s making me want to crawl up these very walls and scream like a banshee.

  I throw myself on the bed, needy and disheartened like every night since they’ve returned to me. I thought the time apart would have made some form of impression on them like it had on me. Didn’t they feel it? The longing? That something wasn’t right with us being apart from each other?

  Because I sure got the memo. I missed them, these three flawed men who are larger than life and who have carved a hole in my heart, only to be filled with their return. I missed them terribly, and although it scares me how quickly they got under my skin and became so important to me, I don’t want to overthink it. All I want is to feel. Maybe it’s the fact that I feel I haven’t lived a full life yet. To me, my lifespan is a mere blink of the eye. I’m not sure. But I want to live. I want to love, and fuck, and dance, and laugh! God, I want it all! And I want them to be there when it’s happening. It’s the last wish I pray for when I close my eyes at night, and the first thought I think of when I open them the very next day.

  I get up from bed yet again, like I’ve been doing all night long, pacing the floor back and forth. I’m glad I didn’t have time to replace the bedroom carpeting, and it’s still the shabby brown original; that way I don’t feel so guilty about wearing it down.

  There’s tension on my shoulders, so I try to relax them with my own fingers, but then stop since it will only lead me to touch my body, fully looking for the release I need again. I’m tired of being the one who gets me there. I want one of my guys to do it for me.

  Is that so much to ask?

  Screw it!

  I open my door and take two steps to the one right next to mine, but it’s closed, and there is no light whatsoever.

  But maybe he’s awake?

  I lift my arm, about to knock, but I freeze midway, logic and common sense making an appearance at last.

  What am I doing?

  I’m losing it. This is just hormones, that’s all this is. I’m horny, deal with it. Don’t go and knock on Gabriel’s door bothering the man, after a long day doing God-knows-what for his club, just because your snatch is begging to be played with. And coming to Gabriel, when not even a week ago he ignored my not-so-subtle attempt to kiss him, turning me down cold. If he hadn’t started melting my heart with his baby talk, I think I might have died of embarrassment of how in-his-face I had been begging for his kiss.

  Yeah, he’s not going to understand my reasoning for knocking on his door at this hour. He’s going to think something is wrong with the baby, rush me to the emergency room first, and ask questions later. A conversation I’m not willing to have with any medical staff around.

  “No, Doc, everything is fine. I was just horny and wanted my roommate-slash-boyfriend-to-be here to jump my bones, but before I got a word in, he put me over his shoulder, ran like the wind, and here I am. See? All is good. Now can you take me home now and fuck me there, or will the parking lot work? Because I can go for either right now!”

  I slap myself on my forehead, wishing I could slap the coochy talk which has permanently taken over all my brain cells as easily. I huff out, exasperated, and take a step back, slowly turning my body to march myself back into my room, promising to lock myself in this time, before I do something foolish. But then, a small hint of light on the floor grabs my attention. Two doors down, a soft glow is coming from the little crack in Cam’s bedroom door. I slowly walk to it, my breath caught in my throat at what my mind is making my body do. No longer in charge, and blowing all sense of logic and self-preservation, I put my hand on the doorknob and widen the narrow breach just a little bit further. Before me, a naked Cam is sprawled on his bed, reading glasses on and a book on his lap, and my greedy eyes are so happy my mind is no longer at the helm.

  He doesn’t even hear me as I step further into the room, and only when there is a little creak on the floor, snitching my presence to him, does he come out of whatever fantasy world he was in and is brought back to the here and now.

  “Fuck! Shit, Hope! Is everything okay, love?” he asks as he scrambles about, trying to cover his impressive member with his blue sheet while throwing his book to the floor in the process.

  “Fine,” I say huskily, still seeing the impressive thing bob from under the sheet, as if he, too, is upset he’s not free to introduce himself to me.

  “Shit, love. You scared me half to death. Did you have a bad dream? I didn’t hear anything?” he asks as he sets his glasses on the bedside table next to him, and I take a mental note for him to keep them on next time. And there will be a next time. But first, I need to get this one started, so he understands I’m tired of waiting for him to make a move. His eyes are still fixed on mine, puzzled, and that’s when I remember he’s waiting for me to answer his question.

  “No, no dream. I couldn’t sleep, actually.”

  “Oh no? Is something troubling you? Talk to me, love. You look flushed. Do you need something? What can I get you?” he goes on, his tone getting more anxious.

  I take the last steps I need to finally reach him, stronger in my conviction, and sit on the edge of the bed, close enough to him to do what I want. To finally get what I need.

  “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, Cam?” I ask, my tongue licking my lips like a dangerous feline in the wild, craving the taste of the unknowing prey.

  “Love, of course. What a question. You’re scaring me,” he says, leaning in closer and taking all of me in, as my eyes hungrily continue to travel his fine muscular physique from his exposed neck t
o navel. I feel a little bit guilty since I see the genuine concern marring his features, but I’ll make it all go away in just a minute. Slowly and tenderly my hand strokes his bent knee and leisurely travels down to his thigh, watching his strong form bulge into existence.

  “Hope, love…?”

  “Shh, Cam,” I whisper and pull the sheet slowly, languidly away from what I desire most. When all of it is pooled on the floor, I take in all his virile manhood. First thing I notice is my hand is on a piece of art. While Michael and Gabe have their wings where anyone can see them, Cam has his on his calf, which is usually covered by his leathers or jeans. His legs, now bare to me, showcase two sets of wings on each side. The calves themselves only heighten the strength and beauty of the artwork. As I try to get a better view of each carefully drawn black feather, I see the devil in him already making his presence known and telling me how happy he is we’re finally coming face to face.

  I give Cam one last look, and his eyes are lost in me—the man who can never shut up is suddenly silent and spinning under my control, hypnotized by my wandering fingers. I push him back, and he lies on the bed without further resistance. I crawl in between his legs and open them further. Wider. Putting me right, front, and center to where the real action is beckoning my attention. I can’t help but give him my own version of his cocky smile before I lower my head and taste him for the first time. My wanton tongue is the first thing he feels, and he hisses in the air as I continue to torture him with it until I feel myself getting too excited to keep this teasing without burning up in flames. I latch onto him, my mouth around his full, hard cock, and suck him from the tip to as far down as I can go since the man is too endowed to take it all in.

  “Shit,” I hear him sigh, and then my head is in his hands, fisting my short hair into his grip and forcing me down further and further than what I think I’m able to take.

  “Na, na, na, darling. You started this game, now you’re going to take what I give you,” he threatens, and I feel my panties becoming slick with my own heat. I moan and put my hands on his, telling him, even if nonverbally, how much I trust him to do with me what he wants.

  “Shit, that’s it, love. God, I’ve dreamed about taking this mouth forever. That feels good, darling.” He groans, and I hum in delight to his confession of how he’s thought about this, too.

  “Stop humming, love. I want this to last longer, and if you’re humming on my dick, then I’m cumming down that gorgeous throat of yours.” My eyes roll to the back of my head with his naughty words and his bossy demeanor, and I start to hum again, unintentionally.

  He gives three more punishing pumps into my mouth, making small tears streak from the corner of my eyes with the force alone, but then he grabs my hair and takes me away from my new favorite toy.

  “Now woman, what did I tell you?!” he asks, pulling me onto his lap, giving my ass cheek a slap that echoes on throughout the whole room.

  “I want this to last, love, and by God, it will,” he orders, and this side of Cam ignites my fevered lust further. I’m only wearing panties and one of Gabriel’s t-shirt, but Cam is quick to relieve me of both, tearing the t-shirt over my head and snapping my panties off my body, much like Michael had done last week. Just thinking of the resemblance between them makes my core pool and slide on his lap, unashamedly wet. Cam looks at my body for a full minute, taking all of it in—the round, full breasts that seem even heavier now under his scrutinizing stare; the bump just as round; stretch marks that one day appeared out of nowhere, and will be a permanent reminder of my impending motherhood. I see my body as it is, and feel serene in it. Proud, even. But as he takes longer and longer to say something, I start to feel self-conscious, that maybe he’s no longer comfortable going through with this.

  “Cam…”

  “Shh, love. Give me a minute,” he says as he starts to rub his thumbs on my upper thighs.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Hope. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something this beautiful on my lap before.” He winks at me, his usual, natural teasing making itself known.

  “Just give me a minute so I can memorize it, okay?” he pleas, and the smile which only he can get out of me when I’m horny as hell, is just as endearing as the man under me.

  “Fuck, now you’re giving me that glowing smile! God help me! I don’t think my heart can take this. Come here,” he orders, and in one quick move and without even being ready for it, he’s inside me. In one thrust, he is in me to the hilt, and my head falls back, letting out my own tortured and thankful cry.

  “Now, that’s better,” he goads. I’m fully aware of losing the game that I started by coming into his room since he’s taken full control of the board—he’s dominating all of it. Every cry I make, he’s orchestrating it out of my lips. Every moment of delight and stars that fill my eyes, he’s the one painting their glorious colors for me.

  “Oh, fuck! Yeah, this is much better,” he says as he keeps pumping and pumping away. I feel my walls gradually lock their hold on him, and the friction added by his girth and energetic thrusts has my body quivering on top of him.

  “Oh, God…”

  “I can’t…”

  “I can’t…”

  “Oh, yes you can, love! Give it all to me! Let me feel you cum with your tight pussy all wrapped up around my cock,” he orders.

  “Oh, God!”

  “Oh, God!” I cry, and I go off the ledge, like a firecracker in the sky lighting it all up, creating light where darkness only held governance. Beads of sweat fall down my body, feeling like I’ve just run a marathon, and yet I’ve never felt more energized in my whole life. My blood is racing as fast as my heart. As my sight regains its focus, I look at Cam who’s slowly thrusting and looking at me like he knows a secret I don’t.

  “What?” I pant, my hands on his chest to keep me steady.

  “Oh, love, that was the hottest thing ever. You good?” he asks, and I nod with a smile so wide I fear my face won’t be able to hold it.

  “Good, cause I’m just getting started.” And the sly smile is followed by another thrust hitting a wall inside me that makes me see similar bursts of light close in the horizon, making me believe him.

  Chapter 24

  Cam

  Suddenly my door opens, bringing with it a small light from the hallway, announcing the shadowy figure of the only brother in the house. Hope, eyes closed, is still thrusting her tight little pussy on my cock like it’s her mission in life, totally unaware that we have an audience. Gabriel takes one solo step inside the room and stops. My brother is a silent man by nature, but his posture and the hunger in his eyes speak more than any word he could ever utter.

  Envy.

  Jealousy.

  Lust.

  Craving.

  Worship.

  It’s all there in one blatant stare. His eyes never once leave Hope’s voluptuous naked body. My mind draws a blank at what I should do. I don’t want to hurt Gabriel’s feelings further, but I also don’t want eyes on her when she is this exposed if she doesn’t want them to be. Hope is still so out of it, and each in and out is making me want to fucking come already. But I can’t. Not yet. Not until she’s gotten what she came for when she barged into my room, and not until this Gabriel situation is resolved. As if reading my mind, he takes a step back to leave the room. Unfortunately, the floorboard under his foot announces his presence. The small sound gets Hope’s attention and, as she moans in delight, she turns her head to see the same bulky figure trying to make its retreat.

  “Gabriel,” she sighs, and I shit you not, but her pussy clenches on my dick in a way that has me seeing fucking stars.

  “Fuck,” I groan, holding her rhythm steady to me. God, she feels so fucking good. No pussy should feel like this—like you just stepped in some fucking nirvana or some shit. I continue to penetrate her wet, silky walls, and the temptress just sighs in contentment.

  “Gabriel, where were you going?” she asks, eyes glazed with desire. Gabe’s stern express
ion still fixed in place, he tilts his head indicating he’s on his way out.

  “Stay,” she whispers breathlessly, taking all the air in my lungs right along with her. When Gabriel closes the door behind him, her cunt closes in on me again, so tightly that I have to bite my tongue and focus on the pain to prevent me from cumming.

  “Sweetheart, if you keep this shit up, I’m going to explode inside you,” I plea, begging for her mercy.

  She turns her head to me, still riding me like I’m her prized stallion and gives me a sultry smile that tells me I’m not getting any leniency tonight. She then looks over to a frozen still Gabriel and ushers him closer to her. Like an obedient puppy, he walks over to the bed, close enough that he won’t be able to miss a thing. Her slick entry, milking me for all I’ve got, will be witnessed by all three of us. Don’t know why that makes me hard as fuck, but it does.

  “Touch me,” she orders him, and who would have guessed that two little words would break Gabriel’s hard shell in half? He looks defeated and relieved all in one go, and as he raises his hand to cradle Hope’s face, she leans in tenderly, while still forcing pleasure out of me in smooth strides. Gabe caresses her face, his thumb memorizing the feel of her soft skin. Such tenderness, I never assumed him to have. Hope leans back, keeping her tempo with me, purring like a fucking kitten in heat. But then, she takes Gabe’s controlled touching to the next level, when her pretty pink tongue sneaks out and touches the tip of his thumb, shyly at first, tasting his skin on her lips. Whatever big Gabe tastes like must be good enough to eat, since she latches on his thumb and sucks it like she would suck his cock if he’d let her. That pussy clenching shit goes off the charts, and it’s too much for even me to keep up with. She moans and sucks and fucks, and I cum like a beast inside of her.

  “FUCK!” I groan, leaving it all in her greedy pussy, marking her hips with how hard I’m grabbing her.

  The possessed woman on top of me isn’t through with either one of us, but she gives me a small reprieve by slowing down her rhythm like I had done to her not twenty minutes ago. She gives me a pleased look when she feels my blood pumping yet again, driving my shaft to go fat and hard for her. I don’t think my cock will ever be satisfied with just one go with Hope. She’s like every man’s wet dream. She looks so fucking innocent that you want to corrupt the fuck out of her, and yet her personality is the exact opposite. She’s so feisty, full of attitude, and lately, she’s been glowing with an aura of free abandonment about her, so alive and wild. With her, nothing feels off the table. Heart, body, and soul. She’ll take it all from us and hold it in the palm of her hand. Having my own heart and soul brought back from the heavens, and into the body she’s still rocking, I look over at my very anxious brother. She’s still sucking on Gabe’s thumb, and his own dick looks like it’s in pain under his sweatpants.