Nice and Naughty (The Reverse Harem Diaries Book 5)

by Mia Moon

  I scoffed and shook my head. “I seriously doubt that. Look at you all.”

  Ty’s lips curved up in an easy smile. “That’s not what I mean, Hope. We’ve had women try to come between us. And we’ve had issues come up when we’ve all been interested in the same woman. We won’t let anything rip our little family apart.”

  “I would never try to do that,” I told him. I turned to Ethan, trying to make sure he could see the sincerity in my eyes, too.

  “Yeah, that’s the vibe I think we’re all getting from you, baby,” Ethan said. He leaned in to touch his forehead to mine. “The truth of it is, Hope, we’ve thought maybe the best option would be to find one woman. For all of us.”

  “Someone we could share,” Ty added, his fingers brushing over mine again.

  “But how the hell do you find that?” Ethan said with a chuckle. He shook his head, his forehead caressing mine as he did. “Unless she just so happens to fall in your lap like a holiday miracle?”

  I blinked. Whoa. This was my Christmas wish come true. I reached a hand up to touch my chest. To ground myself. To make sure I was still there.

  Me. They meant me.

  “That’s it, beautiful,” Ty said from behind me. “You’re getting the picture in that wise mind of yours, aren’t you?” He stood and crossed away.

  I couldn’t help the way my eyes trailed him, eating up the flexing of the globes of his ass under that thick white towel. I swallowed hard around the dryness in my throat when he turned back to me, something in his hand.

  He returned to his spot on the bed, stretching the picture frame he held out my way, so I could see the picture. It looked recent. The three guys wore matching suits and ties. Their arms were slung around each other’s shoulders, faces cracked wide with laughter I could almost hear, it was so clear and happy.

  “Look at these guys,” he said, shaking his head as he beamed down at the picture of him with his friends. “This was taken at a wedding about six months ago. Buddy of ours from college. We got to be groomsmen, along with a few of our other friends. We’re smiling like hell, but that was a tough night for us. All around us, everyone had these perfect wives, sweet girlfriends, and devoted fiancées. Most of them had at least one kid, some of them had another one the way. We had each other. But no hope.” He laughed at himself and his brows kicked in realization. “Huh. We had no Hope.”

  Ethan leaned in, closing himself around me, his chin resting on my shoulder as he peered over at the picture. “Shit, man. You’re right.” His fingers caressed my bare hip, and he pressed a gentle, reverent kiss into the skin at the soft spot where my neck met my shoulder.

  “You want more,” I whispered, reaching out to touch the image behind the glass.

  “Yes. We do. Way more,” Ty said.

  “From me?” I asked, pressing my hand to my heart again.

  Ethan tightened around me, shrouding my back in protective warmth.

  Ty smiled and reached out to cup my cheek. “Oh, beautiful. We’d like to try. If we could be that lucky, we’d be set for life.”

  I leaned my face into the soothing touch of his hand as I stared into those perfect, devilish eyes of his. How could a man so sinfully gorgeous be so gentle and sweet? My body shivered at the thoughts of how that would translate in bed.

  “You’re cold again,” Ethan said, worry entering his tone. “We should warm you back up. And I don’t mean my way,” he added, teasing as he pecked my cheek and rose from the bed.

  “Guess we wouldn’t do it your way again, anyway,” I teased right back. I watched his taut muscles flex when he moved to pull a thick, soft-looking flannel robe from a cabinet inside the closet. “Unless you’ve got more condoms,” I said, turning to Ty.

  Ty’s mouth twitched into a frown. “Shit. I’ve got a few, but not enough for what I want to do to you, beautiful. And the corner store was closed when I came home.”

  “I’ve got us covered,” Pax’s voice filtered in, quiet and shy, from the doorway. He stepped in and waggled a box in the air. “Unopened. Think this should last us?”

  Ty peered at the box. “Yeah, that should do. For a start.”

  I gulped when I looked at the box. It was a twelve-count. My body clenched. We only had one night, didn’t we? That was an impossible number for one night…

  Ethan draped his robe around my shoulders before he tugged on a pair of sweatpants and reached for his discarded t-shirt. “I’ve left extra pajamas for you,” he said, pointing to the bed. “Figured you wouldn’t want to spend the night in your jeans.”

  “You’re going to let me wear clothes?” I asked, a giddy giggle bubbling up. “I mean…if I say I’ll stay?”

  Ethan’s brow ticked at my tease. “You can wear as much or as little as you like, baby. It won’t keep me away if you tell me you want me.” He winked and grasped my chin gently, planting a sweet, quick kiss on my lips. “You can use whichever bathroom to get cleaned up if you want. I’ll go put the rolls in the oven,” he said, nodding at the others before he took the box of condoms from Pax’s hand. “We gotta feed our girl before we put these to use. Come on, guys. Let’s get it all ready.”

  Pax smiled his shy smile at me again as I slipped my arms into the robe.

  “The hall bathroom has radiant heating in the floors,” he offered when I stepped closer to his side. “It’s my favorite, even though I have a bathroom of my own. It’s right through there." He pointed down the hall to my left where a dim nightlight cast its pale glow out into the darkened hall. He hesitated before he turned to walk away, dropping his voice to a whisper that seemed so strange coming from a man of his size—and appearance. Didn’t he know how gloriously sexy he was? Surely, he had to.

  “You really going to stay with us?”

  I nodded and was rewarded with a brilliant grin. It was like sunshine amidst all the snow outside. Melting the cold recesses of my heart.

  “I’m glad,” he whispered.

  I thought he would touch me or maybe even kiss me. Instead, he lingered only a moment more before he moved away, joining Ethan who was waiting at the end of the hall in the living room.

  Ty closed in on me. “So glad, beautiful,” he echoed, linking his fingers with mine and lifting my hand to brush a kiss across my knuckles. “Best holiday ever. I can already tell.” His lips stayed there, caressing my skin as he added, "If I had my choice, though, you wouldn't be wearing anything under that robe."

  Tingles started way deep down, all the way down in my toes as he lifted his eyes to mine and watched my reaction to his touch. Even as open as his actions were, I could see something there, swimming in the depths of those dark eyes. He wanted this—he’d even initiated it. But something was holding him back. His smile was tight, even if only by a fraction, when he dropped my hand and took off to join his friends.

  I headed for the bathroom to clear my head and catch my breath.

  What had I gotten myself into? I was firmly convinced someone, somewhere, had heard my Christmas wish and decided I was the lucky girl who was going to get exactly what she’d asked for. Was it too late to make a second wish? Because I was pretty sure I was going to need some crazy gift of stamina to keep up with these three men and all they had planned for me.

  Chapter 6

  Never in my life had I eaten a more fabulous—or more awkward—holiday meal. If I thought my family went all out, I clearly knew nothing, and I told Ethan as much.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said as he eased his chair back.

  I swallowed another gulp of the post-dinner cocoa he’d put on as my eyes followed his movements.

  Aaaaand that’s where all the awkward came in. I could not keep my eyes off them. Any of them. It was how I knew they couldn’t keep their eyes off me, either. I’d spent the entire meal catching their curious, hot glances, returning them in kind. I could feel my cheeks blaze and flare every so often.

  I’d just…we’d just…wow. Right before a holiday meal. Talk about a surprise gift.

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sp; The fireplace was keeping the room cozy warm, but it had nothing on the heat that enveloped the table.

  “Our boy Ethan is a wizard in the kitchen,” Ty said, grinning over the top of the mug he had clasped in his hands. “Only place he can beat me when it comes to knife work,” he added with a wink.

  Pax had been more boisterous as we ate, chattier like he was when he and Ethan first arrived at my apartment. But as we sipped our cocoa, he’d grown quiet. I wondered if he was concerned about our strange little arrangement for the evening.

  “Pax? Is everything okay?” I asked.

  His sweet smile took over again. “Of course, H. Why? Is something wrong?”

  I chuckled—wasn’t I the one asking him that? My heart warmed at his use of the “H” nickname. That was just like being with my family. Only the very closest people to me used it, and I found I had no qualms with Pax being among that select few.

  “I’m all good,” I told him, giving him a meaningful look. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay. With, you know, all this.” I fluttered a hand out to wave it at the room in general, unsure of what exactly I was pointing to.

  You know, the idea that I totally, definitely, absolutely want all three of you to fill me up at one time, and I don’t even know how that happens or how to ask for it, but gimme, please…

  “I’m okay,” he assured me.

  Ty had been watching the exchange between us, his smile growing wider as we talked. Instead of the cocky, all-knowing smirk that seemed to be his usual go-to, this one was sincere. So deep and caring and genuine, it made me feel like I already was full. All the way to the brim, but with joy, rather than men. “It’s real, buddy,” he said. “Promise.”

  Something passed between them. It was more than a look. It was an entire exchange that seemed to leave them both floored.

  Pax nodded and blushed again when he peeked at me. “I’m awesome, H. Seriously. I’m all in.”

  I felt pride and joy rush through me. I thought I’d had my fill before, but it was nothing compared to how I felt when he said that.

  He pushed his chair in and nodded to both of us. “I’m gonna help E in the kitchen. You two need anything?”

  Ty shook his head. No words escaped his lips as he reached across the table to me. “Come with me, beautiful. Let me take care of you.”

  I set my cocoa aside and took his hand. Heat licked at my skin, coursing over my body in waves as I rose from my chair and followed Ty into the living room. He guided me to sit on the sofa.

  “Are your feet warm enough for me to take these off for a while?” Ty asked, tracing his fingers along the top edge of the enormous fluffy socks Ethan had given me. The bare skin beneath my robe lit with flames as he teased the flesh with those agile hands.

  I nodded, already so stunned and turned on I couldn’t form a sentence. Holy hell, what were these men turning me into?

  “Good,” Ty said, easing first one, then the other down. He dropped to sit in front of me, drawing my left foot to rest in his lap. My sole brushed the erection that was barely contained in the loose pajama pants he wore. I saw his thin tee stretch when his breath hitched, and he turned that wicked gaze on me. “No, beautiful. Not my turn. This is all about you.”

  He latched onto my right foot and lifted it, kneading and rolling his fingers into the muscles there. I groaned out loud at the contact. The last time I’d had a good foot rub, I’d had to pay for it. It certainly hadn't come with the added bonus of a man so hot that my currently nonexistent panties were damp.

  I gasped and moaned until I heard a clatter in the kitchen and Ty jumped, throwing a concerned look that way.

  “Shit, sorry,” Pax called out. “Dropped a pan.”

  “Yeah,” Ethan chuckled and added a teasing, “you can’t be making our girl let out those noises without notice, or we’re going to break every dish we own, asshole.”

  Ty gave me an obliging smile as he retorted, “Not going to apologize for my skills, boys.”

  I swallowed down the next moan but couldn’t contain the breathy gasps he continued to draw out of me as he worked my foot. By the time he moved to the left one, I was dripping wet and could feel my moisture slicking into the fabric of the robe.

  My right foot, in Ty’s lap, could feel the twitch and jerk of his cock every time I made a sound. I hadn’t even realized my eyes were closed as I lapped up every bit of Ty's affection. When I opened them to gaze down my belly at Ty, where I was all stretched out before him, I found his eyes glued to my body.

  I’d slouched so low on the sofa, getting comfy and cozy in my little makeshift spa scenario, that the robe had slid open enough to reveal my slick, neatly-trimmed pussy. As my awareness returned, I could feel the brush of the ambient air in the room touching my flesh. My skin erupted with goosebumps, but I couldn’t bring myself to cover back up. Not when Ty was looking at me like he already needed a second round of dessert.

  “Hot damn, beautiful,” he said, working his fingers up higher, brushing the soft, sensitive flesh at the back of my knee and making me gasp. “You’re soaked, aren’t you?” he whispered, leaning closer, working his hands higher. He reached down with his left hand and adjusted my right foot a little in his lap, sliding it closer to where his cock strained his thin pants. “Is that okay?” he asked, shifting his hips to rub himself against my foot.

  “Of course,” I said, swallowing hard when he returned to massaging my leg. Higher and higher. Up under the robe until the robe shifted away and I could see his skillful fingers working my body. His knuckles brushed the swollen, needy lips of my pussy and I let out a surprised little shriek.

  “What the hell are you doing to her?” Ethan demanded with a teasing laugh from the kitchen doorway. The laugh dropped out, and I peered over my shoulder with sex-glazed eyes. “Oh, shit,” he murmured.

  Pax joined him, watching over Ethan’s shoulder as Ty continued to touch me, continued to ease himself against my foot. It didn’t feel like he was into my foot, though that really wouldn’t have bothered me. It seemed like he needed some form of relief. I could understand that, especially when his fingers continued to tease only the outer edges of my folds.

  “Ty, please,” I moaned when he traced the tip of his finger down through the slick heat, not coming close to the pressure I needed on my clit. He dipped his finger lower, skirting the outer edges of where I so badly needed him to penetrate.

  “What, beautiful? You have to tell me what that mind of yours is telling you. What is it saying you need?”

  I whimpered. “You, please. Your fingers.”

  He caressed again but gave me no relief. I moaned when he rubbed his cock against my foot, when he traced the rim of my hole but wouldn’t enter. “Where, beautiful?”

  “Inside me!” I demanded.

  “Ah,” he said, leaning back and taking that blessed connection with him. “But where, Hope? There are so many options, sweetheart.”

  “Fuck!” I cried out, tearing at the robe in frustration. “My clit. Or…inside. Or both. I don’t know. Fuck me.”

  Gentle laughter surrounded me from every direction, turning me on even more. The warmth of that sound—no mocking, all heart. It held the promise of everything that was to come.

  “Fuck you, hmm?” Ty teased, rising up to sit on his knees. He traced that villainous finger around my hole again, setting fire to my flesh. “Fuck you here?” he asked, tipping his finger to apply gentle pressure to the very bottom of the hole, but not dipping into my pussy.

  “Yes! God, yes!” I cried, bucking against him, trying to pull his finger into my depths.

  “What else?” he demanded, leaning away.

  I lifted my head to glare at him, until I saw him reaching for the short chain of his condoms on the table. The unopened box still sat, like a beacon of hope for what the future held. He tore one off, moving so slowly, his gold-flecked eyes dancing as he taunted me in the most delicious way.

  “You want more than that, don’t you?”

 
I bit my lip.

  “You’re safe here, beautiful. Anything you want is ours to give you.”

  I peeked over my shoulder. “Pax?” I whispered.

  Pax swallowed hard and came closer. “Can I watch again, angel? Please. I need a little more time.”

  I nodded when I saw the shy, raw sincerity on his face. Whatever held him back wasn’t the same thing I saw in Ty. Even as Ty sheathed his length, I could see it still. That reserve in the darkest reaches of his wild eyes.

  “Ethan?” I asked, reaching for him. He didn’t hesitate.

  “Of course, baby. All yours.” He strode over, the sweatpants slung low on his waist, showing off a hint of skin beneath the hem of his tee as he moved my way. “Where do you want me?”

  Okay. It was time to make some really damn big girl decisions, and I wasn’t even wearing my big girl panties—or any panties, for that matter.

  As if I needed a reminder of that, Ty leaned in and lapped up the dripping dampness from my pussy lips, causing me to cry out again.

  A collective groan sounded from the guys—my guys—as they took part in my pleasure.

  “Can I suck you?” I asked when I found my voice again. I gazed up at Ethan while Ty rolled his tongue over the seam of my lips.

  “Do you want that?” Ethan demanded, fisting his hand over his own cock as if the words alone were enough to bring him down.

  “Please,” I gasped out as Ty licked me again.

  “Oh, hell yes,” Ethan groaned, his voice gravelly and needy. “Come here, baby.”

  “Up on your hands and knees,” Ty told me, easing me gently in the direction he wanted me to go.

  Pax shoved the end table next to the sofa out of the way. Those damned jeans of his were back to choking off the swollen length of his dick. Maybe my next request would be that he lose the pants.

  I laughed to myself as Ethan freed his dick from his pants and Ty lined up behind me.

  “What’s so funny, beautiful?” Ty asked, covering my back with his warm chest.