Tempting Offer: A Reverse Harem Romance (The Code Book 6)

by Bethany Jadin

  Our girl has come up to join us, still in her bathing suit, and she’s settled next to Jax, both of them lying on their backs on the deck, admiring the stars.

  The thousand points of lights above us are a stark contrast to the haze of city illumination we’re used to. The glowing skyline of well-lit skyscrapers and urban streets is stunning in its own right, but nothing compared to the dazzling display of nature’s night sky.

  Out here, in the islands, it’s a glorious show of twinkling stars. The Milky Way is so vivid it looks like we could reach out and swipe a hand through it, scattering shimmering diamonds in every direction.

  And it’s so amazingly quiet. No distant street noise. No background hum of city life. Just the gentle, rhythmic lapping of water against the hull of the yacht.

  Maybe that private island Daniel keeps talking about isn’t off the bargaining table yet, because this is pretty damn nice.

  Though the sun has gone down, it’s still balmy, and all the guys are stripped down to just their trunks. Emma’s in that red tank-style two-piece that’s been tempting me all evening.

  So many times during our day-long celebration, I’ve wanted to pull her aside and show her just how turned on I’ve been since this morning, when I woke up knowing I’d be vowing my life to her, that she would be ours and we would be hers, officially, in our eyes at least.

  But we all agreed we’d restrain ourselves. We committed to Emma as a solid group of five, and tonight, that’s how we’re going to have her — together.

  None of us have any illusions that we’ll be sharing Emma on this level on a consistent basis, but tonight it’s a must.

  It’s something that we all appear to be a tad nervous about — except for Gunner, of course. He’s been more than enthusiastic in offering us unsolicited advice on the technical mechanics of five men being with one woman at the same time like this. To him, it’s the ultimate, dirty version of Twister, and he’s ready for the championship game.

  Me? I’m equal parts excited and on-edge. What if we’re too much for her, after all? What if six is just too many and it becomes awkward and uncomfortable? But... what if it all falls into place and it’s truly everything Emma’s ever hoped for? That we’ve all ever hoped for?

  I accept the flute of champagne Daniel hands me, downing half of it immediately to ease my nerves. I want this to be perfect. It needs to be perfect.

  As amazing as the ceremony was, it’s this private time together, this intimacy we’re about to engage in that will really solidify how far we’ve come. From five single guys who all fell for the same woman to a solid unit of six ready to spend the rest of our lives together. Tonight is about celebrating that commitment.

  Trigg stands up and announces the hot tub is ready, with what he’s deemed the appropriate mixture of bubbles and mood lighting. It looks inviting as hell — the large circle of turquoise water lit up under the privacy of the night sky, with amber points of light glowing in the distance on the inhabited islands as our backdrop.

  Jax gets up and makes his way over to the edge, extending a hand back to Emma, inviting her over to dip her toes in.

  Emma joins him at the hot tub, steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder as she drags a foot through the warm water, testing it. “Oooh, perfect.”

  She sits down at the edge, her legs dangling in the water. Jax follows her, straddling her from behind, his own legs sloping off the edge beside hers as Emma leans back to rest against his chest. He wraps his arms around her tight, his beard making her giggle as it tickles her neck.

  We all hang back, letting Jax hold her.

  It’s been hard to keep my hands off her today — to not be selfish and take her somewhere private to have her all to myself for a few moments. I know I’m not the only one struggling.

  That need is especially evident in Gunner, even though he’s still been the most amorous of us today, kissing her and grabbing her ass, not caring who’s watching. Maybe he does have this figured out better than the rest of us. If this is going to work, we need to throw caution to the wind and lave out affection on our girl, rather than being self-conscious and cautious.

  The entire day has been building toward this empirical tension. It’s hovered over every aspect of our evening, knowing that eventually it would all lead to this moment. The anticipation is tantalizing, and nerve-wracking.

  The respectful distance we’ve been keeping helped us get through the day and hold to our promise to wait until we’re all together, but now that the moment has arrived, we need something to help break the tension and pull us together.

  Gunner arrives from stowing his jet ski and strides over to us. Daniel offers him a glass of champagne, but after a large swallow he sets it on the deck and turns his attention to the shimmering water of the hot tub.

  In true form, he doesn’t just ease in. He practically jumps in the damn thing, sinking down to chest level before diving completely under, displacing an impressive amount of water.

  A rogue wave of warm water splashes over Emma and Jax as Gunner resurfaces and they both shake their heads with laughter.

  Gunner wipes a hand over his face then turns to Emma. “You know what? I’m a little jealous.”

  She does a double-take. “You, jealous?”

  “Yeah, me,” Gunner replies, his face twisted into a dramatic pout.

  Emma snorts in disbelief. “Of what?”

  “All that jewelry you were wearing for the ceremony today? They got to see you wearing it,” he says, nodding at the rest of us guys. “In fact, everyone at the wedding got to admire it. But no one’s seen mine. Not even me.”

  “Oh?” A playful grin comes over Emma’s lips. “So... was I supposed to show it to everyone? Just lift up my dress and give all the wedding guests a peek of the goods?”

  Gunner shifts in the water, floating closer to her. “Hell no. You better not. That’s my wedding present.”

  Jax raises an eyebrow. “Technically, she’s wearing your wedding present. Don’t go putting fucking claims on this,” he says, running his hands between Emma’s thighs.

  “Fine,” Gunner says. “But at least give me a peek.”

  I’m not sure how any woman could get used to Gunner’s incessant flirting, especially in front of a whole pack of men she’s in love with, but somehow, she’s not only embraced it, she knows how to throw it right back at him.

  “Maybe I’m not wearing it right now,” she says with a shrug.

  “Oh, yeah?” Gunner’s eyes are dancing. “Okay, then. Let’s see if you’re lying.” But instead of moving closer to her, he simply reaches a hand in the pocket of his swim trunks.

  A moment later, Emma’s eyes fly open wide and she gasps. “What the hell?”

  I step forward, concerned, until I see the shit-eating grin Gunner’s trying to suppress.

  He tilts his head at her. “What’s the matter, Emma?”

  “You know what’s—” her words are cut off as she gasps again and puts her hands on Jax’s thighs, her fingers digging in. I hear the faintest humming sound as she tips her head back, a low moan escaping her lips.

  The hum stops and Emma straightens up, her face flushed as she draws in a quick breath of astonishment. She narrows her eyes at the big guy with playful indignation. "Gunner, you rotten, sneaky devil!"

  He flashes her a wide, wicked grin. “That’s right. Didn’t know that little thing could vibrate, did you?”

  She shakes her head with a sigh of amusement. “I should have guessed you’d have something up your sleeve. But how are you turning it on and off?”

  Gunner pulls his hand out of his pocket and opens his palm, displaying a tiny remote. “Waterproof and everything.”

  Emma lifts an eyebrow and gives Gunner a dubious look. “Well, at least now I know not to wear this thing anywhere public if you’re going to be nearby.”

  “Aww, come on. That’s half the fun!” Gunner looks crestfallen.

  “No way,” Emma says with a laugh. “I’ll be in the midd
le of a press conference and you’ll be in the front row flicking this thing on and off faster than blinking lights on a Christmas tree.”

  “She’s right,” I say firmly, stepping to the edge of the hot tub. “You’re way too trigger-happy. Better let me be in charge of that remote.”

  I reach my hand out toward Gunner, but Emma smacks it away. “Oooh, no,” she says. “You’ll be an absolute sadist with that thing. No, nope, huh-uh.”

  “Hey, it’s my present, I control the remote,” Gunner says, eyeing all of us as he stuffs it back in his swim trunks, as though one of us is about to jump in and wrestle it away from him. “Besides, I still haven’t actually seen my present yet.”

  Jax opens his leg wider, allowing Emma to do the same. She maneuvers to give Gunner access to the sliver of red fabric running between her legs, her eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a moment of his reaction.

  Gunner uses a single finger to pull the fabric of her bikini bottoms to the side, trying to get a glimpse. He shakes his head. “Nope, these have to come off.”

  Emma glances back at Jax, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. Jax reaches for the waistband of those little briefs of hers, urging them down. Emma lifts her ass and allows Jax and Gunner to pull the bottoms down her thighs and off her legs. I can practically smell the testosterone in the air as Jax lifts her knees and places her legs over his, displaying her for Gunner.

  My nostrils flare as Gunner kneels between her thighs. “Mmm, there it is.”

  I lean over as far as I can without falling in, angling to get a look. It’s a curved piece of silver jewelry about the size of a finger, nestled between the lips of her pussy, held in place by thin black cords, two running across her lower hips and one disappearing underneath her like a g-string.

  “So damn nice,” Gunner says, drawing in a breath of appreciation. “Sorry, guys, but I like my present the most.”

  I have to admit, it is a pretty nice view. Or maybe it’s just the view of Emma wearing next to nothing as she leans back against Jax with Gunner between her thighs. It’s all very, very good.

  “But the best thing is what’s underneath,” Gunner says, gently lifting the jewelry to the side. “Look at that pretty clit, just waiting to be licked. What do you think, Emma?”

  She doesn’t have time to respond before Gunner lowers his lips and his mouth closes on her clit. Fucking Christ. My cock swells as Emma moans, her eyes clenched shut but her mouth opened in the most tempting O. If I could only have that mouth tonight, I would be a happy man.

  Gunner licks and kisses between her legs, playing with her. Emma melts against Jax, giving her body over to him to touch and pleasure as her gaze drifts slowly between me, Trigg, and Daniel, her eyelids heavy with desire. She has to know the effect the view and the sounds she’s making is having on me, on all of us.

  “That top needs to come off,” Trigg says, sitting down at the edge of the hot tub on the opposite side from me. “Those beautiful breasts have been covered up long enough.”

  “Agreed,” my brother says. Jax pushes her forward a little as he leans back, creating a distance between himself and Emma so he can work on the knot of the bikini top. A few tugs later and the fabric is gone. Jax tosses it behind me then cups her full breasts.

  His fingers rub over Emma’s sensitive buds and her O of satisfaction turns into a line of delicious tension as she bites into her lip.

  Her hands move to Gunner’s hair, pulling at him as her hips rotate. Gunner groans as he increases his efforts. He drapes his big arms over Emma and Jax’s thighs, pulling them closer.

  Emma arches her back, pressing her breasts into Jax’s firm hand as he twists her right nipple. He closes his other hand around her neck, capturing her throat.

  Daniel’s eyes are laser-focused on Emma as he takes a spot next to Trigg. I follow suit and plant my ass on the deck, letting my feet dangle over the edge of the hot tub into the warm water.

  Jax and Gunner are paying no one any heed. Gunner flexes as he pulls on her thighs to dive deeper into Emma’s pussy, and Jax tilts her head back further, whispering into her ear.

  Her lips twitch, then Emma’s thighs clench around Gunner’s head, and she presses her hands down on Jax’s thighs, lifting her ass as tension rolls through her body.

  Gunner moves with her, not coming up for air. Emma rocks against his lips, her breasts heaving with deep breaths. Then she cries out, her eyes squeezed shut as her body goes rigid. After a moment, Emma blows out a breath and sags back against Jax, her fingers playing in Gunner’s hair.

  Having watched her come in the arms of my brother — with Gunner going down on her — I’m rock fucking hard, and I need to take this to the next step.

  Gunner finally rises from between her thighs, leaning in for a deep kiss. Emma greets him passionately, her palms coursing up his sculpted sides.

  He leans to the side, reaching for the glass of champagne he abandoned beside Jax. He downs the flute’s contents in one go, then turns his attention back to Emma with a big smile on his face. “Now, tell me if my present isn’t your favorite.”

  Emma laughs. “It wasn’t the jewelry that made my toes curl. It was that talented tongue of yours. Besides, I’m not playing favorites with the presents you all gave me. But, it’s at least in my top five,” she says with a wink.

  Daniel stands up and makes his way toward the trio, carrying the bottle of champagne with him. Gunner finally relinquishes his spot between Emma’s thighs and reclines against the edge of the hot tub, one arm draped over Jax and Emma’s legs. He reaches his flute up for Daniel to refill.

  After Gunner’s glass has been topped off, Daniel leans down to Emma for a kiss. Their lips meet slow and unhurried, the teasing, sensual kiss making Emma squirm with need. When Daniel lifts his head, Emma’s nearly panting.

  She takes in a deep breath and sends an appraising glance around the tub. All of us are intensely focused on her, but the mood is lighthearted — one of celebration and passion.

  Daniel sits down on the deck next to Jax and eyes the bottle of champagne in his hand. With a shrug he turns it up and finishes the last of it, then makes a face. “Definitely better sipped from a glass.”

  Jax thumps him on the back with a smile. “Try that with whiskey next time. No bubbles, just a good, smooth burn. You only live once, right?”

  Emma slips her legs off of Jax’s and dips them back into the water then turns around, sinking to her knees on the hot tub’s bench seat in front of Jax. She tugs on the waistband of his trunks, and there’s a heavy gleam of desire in my brother’s eyes as he helps her maneuver the shorts off.

  Emma wraps her hand around the base of his stiff erection and lowers her head. Gunner grunts at the sight, and I’m pretty damned sure I actually hear Daniel growl as Emma closes her lips around my brother’s cock and runs that hot mouth down his shaft.

  Jax’s hands are immediately at the back of her head, guiding her as his hips move to meet her. She looks up at him as she sucks him, and fuck me if I can restrain myself any longer.

  I stand and shed my swim trunks without a moment of hesitation and move quickly, hopping into the hot tub and taking up a position behind Emma. I run my hands over her shoulders, and she lets Jax’s cock slip from her mouth as she looks back at me.

  Goddammit, that brazen lust in her eyes — I need to be inside her right now. Smoothing my palm over her ass, I run it up her spine, directing her back to my brother’s cock as I near her shoulders. She moves her lips back to his shaft as I run my hands down her sides, encouraging her to lift her ass to me.

  A deep moan emanates from her as she goes down on Jax again — just as I push inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight and hot.

  I hold onto her hip with one hand, the other at the small of her back, taking control of her body. Jax does the same with her head, gripping a handful of her hair, his snarl of pleasure visible under that thick beard of his.

  “Fuck her hard,” he says. “It makes her suck my cock
like a wild woman when you do.”

  From the corner of my vision, I see Daniel’s eyes go wide at Jax’s blunt language. That chivalrous motherfucker is going to have to get used to Jax’s mouth if he wants in on this action. He’s sure as shit going to have to get used to me taking Emma hard and fast, just the way she likes me to.

  And used to the whimpers and moans she’s making as she goes down on Jax — she’s begging to be fucked good. I drive into her hard with every thrust, making her ass quiver, taking care to withdraw at a torturously slow pace before repeating the movements.

  This gorgeous gasping moan is forced out of her every time she jolts forward, her cry muffled around my twin’s cock. Her breasts sway with the movement, and it’s too much of a temptation for Gunner to resist. He angles himself so he can get a hand beneath her, massaging her breasts, while he strokes himself under the water.

  Emma’s fingers press into Jax’s thighs, and I’m seeing marks where her fingernails are digging in, but I know that fucker likes the pain. Every time I thrust forward, Jax’s hips rise to meet her, her lips driving down to where her hand is wrapped around his cock. My brother grunts and curses, his motions becoming more erratic.

  I know he’s close, so I pick up my pace, and Emma does the same, sucking him faster. His shoulders tighten in, and he grimaces, baring his teeth.

  “Fuck,” Jax shouts as Emma swallows down everything he gives her. He slumps back onto his elbows, breathing in deep lungfuls of night air.

  I ease my tempo, and Emma rests her cheek on his thigh, her ass still lifted for me. Gunner leans against Jax’s leg and trails his fingers down her back, caressing her gently. She turns to him for a kiss, her hand moving down below the water. Gunner’s breathing intensifies around their kissing as Emma slips her hand up one leg of his swim trunks.

  Jax sits back up, running his fingers through Emma’s hair as he watches them kiss.