The Boys: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 7)

by Lily Harlem

  A sleek black limousine was waiting, the driver dressed in a smart suit and a peaked cap. “Ms Bailey,” he said.

  “Yes, that’s me, thank you.” Olivia smiled.

  Soon they were slipping through the traffic. It was strange to see so many cars and people after living quietly on the station. But the isolation suited them all, and it wasn’t a situation anyone wanted to change.

  We can be exactly who and what we want to be.

  Crown Towers came into view—a huge, lustrous building with dark windows and a crown motif on its highest point.

  “Wow,” Darius said. “That’s pretty neat.”

  “It is.” Mason felt a swirl of excitement. A few days of luxury would be good. Lately he’d spent a lot of time out on the station, sleeping on the earth with the stars as his blanket. Not that he minded. He and Lucas enjoyed working on the land and moving the sheep. But a big soft bed, with Olivia, air con, a bubble bath, someone cooking for them. Aye, that he was looking forward to.

  “Has it got a pool?” Darius asked.

  “Yes,” Olivia said as the limo drew to a halt.

  “With slides?”

  “I’m not sure.” She smiled and stepped out, thanking a porter at the same time.

  They were led into a vast, brightly lit lobby, then checked in with amazing efficiency.

  Riding up to the top floor, Mason slipped his arm around Olivia’s waist. “This is going to be a special trip for us,” he whispered into her ear.

  “I know.” She leaned against him. “It will be special.”

  Their penthouse suite was enormous with two bedrooms, a seating area, and a bathroom as big as the entire downstairs of the house in Scotland Mason and Lucas had grown up in.

  “This is my room.” Darius ran into the smaller of the two bedrooms, though it was still huge.

  “I like it,” Olivia said, walking to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. “And wow, this view.”

  “It’s stunning,” Mason agreed.

  His gaze took in the expanse of water before them, then the Perth skyline. The colors were reflected in the room. White and blue with accents of aquamarine. The result was fresh and luxurious.

  “Do you think it’s one-way glass?” Darius asked, standing next to Olivia and pressing his nose to the window.

  “Yes,” Olivia said. “We couldn’t see in when were were outside.”

  “That’s good.” Mason toed off his sneakers. “Wouldn’t want anyone seeing us walking about naked.”

  “Naked!” Darius spun, his eyes wide. “Why would we walk about naked?”

  Olivia laughed. “Ignore your dad, he’s being silly.”

  Mason tipped his head and raised his eyebrows at her.

  She swiped her tongue over her bottom lip and smiled.

  He certainly intended them both being naked in their bedroom, with the door locked, when Darius was tucked in for the night. It was too good an opportunity to miss.

  A loud trill came from Darius’s pocket. He tugged out his phone. “It’s Niall.” He grinned. “Hello.” For a moment he listened, then, “Niall is going to the pool with his parents. Can I go? Please?”

  Mason checked his watch. “We have two hours until we have to be at the arena.”

  “So it should be fine.” Olivia smiled. “Tell him yes.”

  Darius jigged on the spot. “Mom said yes. Okay. Thanks. See you.” He tucked the phone away. “They’ll knock in a few minutes for me.”

  “Good.” Olivia slipped off her shoes, then pulled a hair band from the pocket of her denim shorts. She scooped her hair up, the band sitting high and the thick strands drifting down her neck.

  A tug of desire pulled at Mason’s belly. He imagined his hand around her hair, the silken texture soft on his palm, her pretty face looking up at him. Yes, looking up. That was what he wanted.

  His cock stiffened. It had been over a week since he’d been intimate with Olivia. That was too long, and soon it would be time to change that.

  And if Darius was going to the pool for an hour…

  Chapter Ten

  “Okay, and thank you for offering to watch him.” Mason smiled at Niall’s parents. “We’ll come and get him in an hour.”

  He paused to watch Darius and Niall race along the corridor to the elevator, then he closed the door.

  The sharp sound of the lock sent a new wave of lust through him.

  The kettle was coming to a boil, but Mason didn’t want tea or coffee. The bathtub, with its jets and bubbles was inviting, but again, not what Mason wanted.

  He turned and studied Olivia. She was standing in the middle of the room, her tanned, slim legs amazing in her shorts and her breasts outlined by her pale-blue t-shirt. Her nipples were visible, just, the cool air con teasing them.

  “Mason,” she said, her voice a little breathy.

  He didn’t speak. An image of the first time they’d fucked burst into his mind. That had been in a hotel room, too. The lust, the desire, the desperation had been building for days, then finally he could wait no more. Neither could she. They’d been wild, like animals, pawing at each other’s clothes then screwing against the wall.

  His cock hardened, pushing onto his jeans. Need poured into his bloodstream. He needed his wife.

  Now.

  Peeling off his t-shirt, he strode across the room. He tossed the item of clothing to one side, not caring that it landed on the floor.

  Her eyes were wide, her lips soft and holding a little sheen of gloss.

  He slipped his hand around the back of her neck, stroked her nape, then slid up and gripped her ponytail.

  Her eyes widened, and a small huff blew from her lips.

  It was clear sex was on her mind, too.

  And it was the only thing that could happen next.

  He lowered his face to hers, their noses almost touching. “On your knees.”

  She swallowed, her chest hitching as she breathed deep.

  “Now.” He held in a smile, adoring the way she reacted to his command but not wanting to lighten the moment.

  She did as he’d asked, folding to the floor and her face coming level with his groin.

  “Undo my belt.”

  Again she obeyed, drawing the buckle free then letting it hang loose.

  His balls tightened, his cock ached in its confined space.

  “And the buttons.” He forced himself not to grip her hair too tightly.

  Her small fingers worked deftly, parting the front of his jeans.

  He didn’t have to tell her to tug the material down. She gripped it and pulled, until his jeans and boxers sat at his thighs.

  A low rumbling groan caught in his chest as his cock sprang forward, toward her mouth. The end was dark and glossy, and he wanted nothing more than to feel her heat wrap around it.

  “Take it,” he said.

  She curled her fist around his length, her grip firm and warm.

  His pulse beat loud in his ears, and he locked his knees. “Now open up.”

  They maintained eye contact and she stretched her mouth wide, her lips so pretty and inviting, then she fed him into her mouth.

  He tightened his fingers; his belly clenched, and his cock surged. She felt so good, hot and wet, her tongue hugging him.

  “Oh aye, that’s it,” he managed, forcing himself not to surge to the back of her throat. “More.”

  She sank deeper, kept on going, then blinked a couple of times when he hit the back of her throat.

  “Mmm…hen…” He held the side of her face with his free hand, felt the stretch in her jaw.

  He wanted to come, fast and hard, but held back.

  “Don’t stop,” he said, wanting her to set the pace. “Keep sucking me, Olivia.”

  She closed her eyes, pulled back, then dipped onto him again, her nose not quite nestling on his pubic hair.

  The sight of her taking him was so erotic, so sexy, he almost lost control.

  He tugged her hair, sliding her off his cock until her li
ps sat around his glans, then he canted his hips and rode deep again.

  Damn it.

  He didn’t think he’d be able to hold off for long.

  He wanted to fuck. Really he did. He also wanted to come in her mouth, feel her take his seed and just give in to what he needed.

  She was working him expertly, holding his hips and bobbing backward and forward.

  Soon he reached the point where changing position to fuck had been and gone. His cum simmered hotly, his shaft so hard in her mouth. His wife was an expert at blow jobs, and he didn’t stand a chance at lasting.

  “Oh fuck, Olivia, I’m going to…”

  She increased the pace, seemingly hell-bent on ruining any semblance of stamina on his part.

  “Oh fuck,” he said again, his breaths coming in hard pants. He hoped he’d be able to stay standing. Having his wife on her knees, taking him into her mouth, was mind-blowingly sensual. “I’m coming…”

  It raced through him, his climax, spurting up his dick as he clenched his ass cheeks and drove deep.

  She stayed with him, swallowing, holding him, sucking the tip.

  He groaned, spearing his fingers into her hair. He’d gone to Heaven—Heaven was Olivia’s mouth.

  “Oh God…” he moaned. Another pulse of release held him hostage.

  She slid one hand to his butt and squeezed his right cheek.

  He held her to him, throbbing through the last of his release. His beautiful wife made him feel so damn good.

  She withdrew, catching his cock in her palm.

  “Olivia,” he gasped, cradling her face now. “That was…”

  “That was something we shouldn’t have left so long to do.”

  “I can agree with that.” He stroked his thumb over her lips. They were damp and pouty, as if a little swollen. “You’re too good at it. I don’t stand a chance once you start.”

  “I’m glad you appreciate my skills.” She grinned.

  “Excellent skills.” He tucked his hands beneath her arms and tugged her to standing.

  She kept hold of his cock.

  “It won’t be long,” he said against her lips. “And I’ll be ready to go again.”

  “I can believe that.” She rubbed the length of his damp cock.

  He was still semihard, and without having sunk into Olivia’s body, he was sure he’d be fully erect again soon.

  His phone rang.

  “Ignore it,” he muttered,

  “You should get it,” Olivia said.

  “No, you’re holding my cock, I’m not going anywhere.”

  “But what if it’s Darius or the station?”

  He frowned.

  “Mason.”

  “Okay.” He stepped away, hating that they’d been interrupted.

  “Who is it?” she asked.

  He checked the screen. “It’s Tim.”

  “Karate Coach Tim?”

  “Aye.” He swiped the screen. “Hey.”

  “Hi, Mason, sorry to bother you. I’m at the arena, it’s all kicking off early. Any chance you could get Darius here sooner than planned?”

  “Er, yeah, we could do that.”

  “Great. See you soon as.”

  He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. “Bugger.”

  “What?” Olivia was behind him. She slipped her hands around his waist and pressed her cheek to his shoulder.

  “Tim wants the kids at the arena early.” He sighed and spun in her arms. “We need to get going.”

  She poked out her bottom lip and pressed her breasts to his chest. Their softness was evident even through her t-shirt and bra. “That spoils our fun.”

  “Aye, it really does.” He frowned and cupped her ass, pulled her closer. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you later.”

  “You will?” She breezed her lips over his. “How?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

  “I’m intrigued.” She giggled.

  “You should be.” He released her. “I’ll get Darius’s stuff. We can go straight from the pool.”

  “Yes, there’ll be a changing room down there. We can make sure Niall’s parents know the change of plan, too.”

  Five hours later, Darius was in the last five minutes of the semi-finals. He’d fought well, gaining maximum points in a few of his rounds, and he was still going strong. Mason was beginning to allow himself real, palpable hope—hope that his son would go all the way to the final in his age group.

  “Yes.” Olivia squeezed his hand. “That’s my boy.”

  Mason grinned at the sight of Darius scoring several points in fast succession. If he kept going the way he was, his place in the final was secure.

  “That black kid must be on speed or something,” a tall rangy guy to Mason’s left said.

  Mason frowned his way. It was the third time this other parent had said something similar about Darius, and it was beginning to piss Mason off.

  “Ignore him,” Olivia said, tightening her grip. “He’s just jealous.”

  Mason didn’t know why; his kid had already gotten a place in the final. Like his father, he was tall and long-limbed, his hair was curly, and he had a thin mouth. He was a sharp fighter, too. Moved fast, managed to reach awkward shots. His name was Elias.

  “Don’t worry, Dad,” Elias said. “I can take him out if he makes it to the final by some fluke.”

  “Yeah, I know you can,” his father said. “You’ll have him out cold in no time.”

  Again Mason frowned their way. It was a kid’s competition. Okay, it was fighting, but it was skill not aggression that won at the end of the day, and knocking someone out cold was not part of the contest.

  “Yes, good one, Darius.” Olivia hopped on the spot.

  Darius was doing really well—to the point his opponent would need a miracle to catch up.

  Mason glanced at the clock. Nearly time.

  The referee was watching closely as Darius fired off another side punch to gain a point, then used a rising knife-block to prevent giving one away.

  “And that’s it. Time.” The referee crossed his hands over each other, then tapped each boy on the shoulder. “Darius Bailey is through to the final.”

  “Yes, Darius.” Olivia squeezed Mason’s arm and clung to him. “He’s done so well.”

  “He really has.” Mason dropped a kiss to the top of her head, then turned his attention to Darius who was beaming as he bowed to his opponent. “He couldn’t have done better.”

  “Do you think he stands a chance against that kid Elias?” Olivia asked quietly.

  “Aye, I do.” Mason narrowed his eyes at the father who was glaring at Darius. “I think he’ll smash it.”

  “Good.” She reached for Darius and drew him into a brief hug. “Well done. We’re so proud of you.”

  “Thanks.” Darius grinned. A trickle of sweat rolled down from his temple to his cheek. “Did I do okay, Dad?”

  “You did brilliantly. Not a wrong move.” Mason squeezed his son’s shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.” And he was. He felt like his heart had swollen with pride. That it had seeped into every cell and made him glow from the inside.

  Darius flicked his head to the right. “I’ve got that tall kid from Sydney to take on next.”

  “Aye, but you’re the better fighter, more technical.” Mason didn’t like the way the kid and his father were staring, their arms folded and eyebrows pulled low. If he’d met them in the street, he’d have said they were up to no good. “Plus you’re faster. Takes him time to move with all those long bones.”

  “I guess.”

  “Here.” Olivia handed Darius his water bottle. “You’ve got ten minutes to rehydrate and recover.”

  Darius nodded and took a drink.

  The coach, Tim, wandered over, his expression all business.

  Mason stepped back and let him talk to Darius. He was the expert when it came to coaching kids’ tournaments, and Mason had a lot of respect for
him, the same way Darius did.

  Soon the recovery time was over, and Darius was back on the mat. Positioned in fighting stance, he was facing Elias with the ref between them.

  “I can hardly bear to watch,” Olivia whispered.

  “I know what you mean. I want to do it for him.” Mason slipped his arm around her and tugged her near.

  She looked up at him, and he set a kiss on her mouth. He was glad she was there. It would have been a near unbearable tension without her.

  He noticed Elias’s father staring at him again. He was chewing gum, his jaw working like a washing machine.

  Idiot.

  Mason tried to relax his shoulders and beat down the desire to knock the gum right out of the other man’s mouth. It was clear he wasn’t thinking nice things about Mason and his family.

  He’d better stay away from me.

  It had been a long time since Mason had done anything other than spar with Lucas, but if push came to shove…

  Stop it.

  “Oh, they’re off.” Olivia huddled closer.

  Mason set his concentration on the fight.

  Both boys were straight into the action, firing off roundhouse kicks and jabs.

  Darius weaved this way and that. He lost a point then gained one.

  He got lucky with a foot sweep, knocking Elias to the floor

  “Yes,” Olivia said. “Good boy.”

  Elias jumped straight up. His father rammed one hand into his fist and scowled at his son.

  “He’s ahead now,” Mason said. “He just needs to keep this up.”

  The ref stayed close, his face set in concentration.

  Elias managed to plant his foot on Darius’s arm, but Darius responded with a high kick of his own and a forward punch.

  Elias hopped back, panting and with his cheeks red.

  They continued, Darius getting a good collection of points and hardly giving any away.

  “He’s going to do it,” Olivia said. “Only one more minute to go.”

  Both boys hit the mat hard. A combination of foot sweeps, knee strikes, and jabs.

  For a moment Mason’s heart stuttered, but then Darius was up, arms raised, fighting again.

  “Ref,” Elias’s father shouted. His face had risen in color, his shoulders hunched up and round. “Are you blind?”

  Mason didn’t know what move had annoyed him. It was all above board and fair from what he could see. Darius was the better fighter, his karate spot-on and his skills honed to near perfection.