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

by Lily Harlem

  “Bloody hell,” Evan muttered, finally slowing. “I’m so fucking hot now.”

  Olivia withdrew and caught Harry’s cock in her hand. She still held his balls.

  “Evan. Olivia,” Harry managed, his words hoarse. “I can’t…” He needed to fold to the floor. His knees were giving way. He was going to fall over. Now. He was sinking lower.

  Evan withdrew.

  Olivia scooted to the right.

  Harry’s knees hit the hard ground, the top straw bale coming with him. Dust puffed upward, and he spread his arms on the low straw bale, his head resting over them. He was wrecked, satisfied, and thoroughly fucked. His asshole stung, and his heart beat as if he’d run a marathon.

  Will I ever be able to move again?

  For a moment he really did wonder. It was as if a plug had been pulled on his energy. But he didn’t care, it had all felt so wonderful. These two incredible, sexy people had given him one heck of an experience.

  “Hey.” Olivia sat on the bale. She lifted his arm, then his head so he was resting on her lap rather than the harsh straw. “You okay?”

  He managed to nod then closed his eyes, watching bright lights flash over his lids. Her legs were warm and soft; the cotton on her short skirt smelled of sunshine.

  Evan sat heavily and the bale shifted. “Glad it was you who walked in, babe.”

  She laughed and stroked Harry’s hair. “Yes, you should be glad.”

  “You’re the only one we want to see us in that position,” Evan said.

  There was a soft sound as he kissed her.

  Harry sighed, his breathing coming back under control.

  “I think we may have finished Harry off,” Olivia said, then giggled.

  “He’ll recover.”

  Evan’s hand was on Harry’s sweat-damp back, stroking down then up. “Hey, mate, you still with us.”

  “Just.” Harry didn’t want to move. He was quite content on the floor of the barn, Olivia stroking his hair.

  “I thought…” Olivia started.

  “What?” Evan asked.

  “I thought you just did that when we were all together.” She paused. “Or had I got that wrong.”

  “No,” Evan said. “We’re a threesome usually, you know that. Apart from the odd occasion, it’s only ever been with you. I guess today we got carried away.”

  Harry lifted his head, keen to reassure his wife. “And we were coming to get you, straight afterward, for more fun.”

  She held his face then dipped and kissed his brow. “I like the way you think. But for the record, I know you both love me, I know you can be together and with me, so don’t feel you can’t be if the mood takes you like this.”

  “Thanks, babe.” Evan moved so he was sitting behind her, one leg either side of her hips. He kissed her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “We were thinking.”

  “Mmm?” she asked, allowing him to snuggle against her neck.

  “That perhaps we should tell the others, the guys, about our feelings for each other. Me and Harry, you know.”

  “If you want to do that, I’ll support you.”

  “What do you think they’ll say?” Harry asked.

  She was quiet, then, “I don’t think Raul will give two hoots.”

  “And Mason and Lucas?” Evan asked.

  Nerves tugged at Harry’s belly. Mason and Lucas didn’t have a gay bone in their bodies. They’d never said or done anything to suggest they wouldn’t be tolerant, but equally it was a risk.

  “I’m not so sure,” Olivia said, then sighed. “That’s my honest answer.”

  “Perhaps we should talk to Raul, then test the water with the twins,” Evan said. “We don’t want to hide it from the guys anymore.”

  “The kids?” Olivia asked.

  “They don’t need to know,” Harry said. “The family setup is already unique without throwing us into the equation.”

  “I kind of agree, for now at least.” Olivia smiled.

  “So there’s a plan. Let’s see how Raul takes it,” Evan said. “And go from there.”

  Harry nodded.

  “I don’t think he’ll have a problemo.” Olivia giggled.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Harry pulled up his jeans, his heart filled with love as he looked at Olivia and Evan. Olivia’s pretty face, Evan’s handsome one. Both so close, both so dear to him.

  He ran his hands up Olivia’s legs and dipped beneath her short skirt. Her thighs were warm and soft.

  “Harry,” she breathed.

  He smiled and shifted position so he was between her legs and still sitting on the floor. “It’s your turn.”

  “For what?”

  He was stroking her panties; surely she knew what.

  Evan smiled and held her closer to his chest. “It’s your turn to come,” he said. “We both have.”

  She swallowed, her eyes dancing with anticipation.

  “Like this,” Harry said, tugging her panties.

  They came easily down her legs, rolling in on themselves. Soon they were discarded and forgotten.

  “I’m going to watch Harry’s mouth on you, babe,” Evan said, sliding his hands under her t-shirt. “I’m going to watch him make you come on his tongue.”

  “Okay,” she said, gripping the straw bale she sat on.

  “Wider,” Harry said, edging lower, then slipping his hands beneath her butt.

  He pulled her to the edge of the bale, her pussy in line with his face.

  God, he loved her pussy. It was always so responsive and warm and tight around his fingers and cock.

  For a moment he studied it, the soft folds, the strip of hair, then he leaned forward and licked the spot where he knew her clit was hiding.

  She squirmed within Evan’s hold.

  “Shh,” Evan said. “Relax, babe, there’s no rush.”

  Harry couldn’t agree more. He intended to stretch this out, enjoy having his wife captured in Evan’s arms while he worked on her. He was sated, his cock spent. There was no rush to do anything other than hear his wife climax.

  He stroked her with the tip of his tongue, enjoying her familiar taste.

  She moaned and held his hair.

  He glanced upward. She’d dropped her head into the groove of Evan’s neck and shoulder. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed.

  Evan grinned down. He’d cupped her breasts and was fondling them gently.

  Oh yes, they were going to give it to her good.

  He slid his finger up her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath his touch. He’d have to go carefully—she could come super quick with oral.

  Toying with her entrance, he flicked over her clit again. It had swollen a little, rising from its hood.

  “You’re so sexy, babe,” Evan murmured against her ear. “This is so sexy.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, Harry…”

  He didn’t reply. Instead, he delved into her dampness, filling her with one finger.

  She clamped around him.

  He worked her clit again, circling it with the tip of his tongue.

  After a few minutes, he added another finger.

  This time her groan was low and primal and spoke of her need for more.

  He upped the pressure, began to slowly pump in and out of her, fucking her with his fingers. She grew wetter and her moans breathier.

  He glanced upward. Evan had his cheek pressed to Olivia’s, and his eyes were alight.

  Olivia was squirming now, her need building.

  Harry’s cock was hardening again. It was so sexy to see his two lovers together. His desire to see and feel Olivia’s climax was growing. He pressed his tongue harder on her clit as he flicked over it, stroked the spot inside her pussy that made her wetter.

  “Oh… Harry…” she gasped. “I’m…”

  “Come.” Evan released her right breast and turned her face. He set his lips to hers. “Come for us, babe.”

  He kissed her, though she didn’t really kis
s him back.

  She was lost to the moment, Harry’s tongue the only one she was focusing on.

  He pushed her onward, higher, not letting up.

  And then she was there, her pussy clamping around his fingers. She was suspended in bliss.

  She wailed into Evan’s mouth, dragged on Harry’s hair, and fastened her legs to his shoulders.

  Her pussy spasmed. He kept on pumping in and out of her, wet sounds emerging with each stroke.

  She’d come hard, she always did with oral, and a wave of satisfaction went through Harry that he’d taken her there.

  “Oh yeah,” Evan said, “That’s it, let it go.”

  “I am…oh… Harry.”

  Evan tightened his grip around her as she rose off the bale, her limbs tensing and her back curling.

  Harry lifted from her clit but kept his fingers lodged high. He wiped the back of his hand over his damp mouth.

  Evan and Olivia were kissing, her neck twisted so he could feed her a luscious post-orgasm kiss.

  Harry rose up, leaned in close, and added his mouth to the kiss.

  They each kissed him back, tongues, lips, breath, and Olivia’s taste mixing together.

  He’d never been so happy. Money couldn’t buy such bliss, such satisfaction as he knew when he was with Olivia and Evan. Here, at the station, with his family, his best friends, his lovers, was where he felt truly blessed, truly rich.

  After a few breath-catching minutes, the kiss broke.

  Evan tipped his head and frowned.

  “What?” Harry asked.

  “I can hear something?”

  “What?” Harry instinctively tugged Olivia’s skirt down over her thighs.

  “I can’t?” Olivia said.

  They were all silent for a moment.

  “It’s a helicopter,” Evan said.

  “I can hear it now.” Olivia nodded.

  Harry frowned. “Did someone order a helicopter today?”

  “Harry.” Evan tutted. “You’re the only one who orders choppers.”

  He shrugged. “Well, you all could if you wanted to, you just leave me to do it.”

  “We should get up.” Olivia wriggled from Evan’s grip, then stood and retrieved her panties.

  “So who is it?” Harry said, glancing at the open door. The daylight was blinding now his eyes were used to the barn.

  “There’s only one family I know that drop in by helicopter,” Evan said.

  “I agree.” Olivia smoothed her hair back over her ears.

  “Who?”

  “The Vidals.” Olivia and Evan had spoken at the same time.

  “What?” Harry’s stomach lurched. “My parents?”

  “They’ve appeared from the air once before,” Evan said, straightening his clothes. “Remember.”

  “Er, yes. They messaged me first, though.” He tapped his pocket. “I haven’t got my phone. Maybe they did.”

  The sound of the rotors grew louder. A strip of wood on the side of the barn creaked.

  “We should go outside,” Olivia said.

  “Yeah.” Harry nodded. “And thank our lucky stars they didn’t arrive twenty minutes ago.”

  “Mmm.” Evan grinned. “That would have given them a whole new insight into how our little setup here works.”

  Harry nibbled on his bottom lip. Despite Riley knowing about Harry’s marriage to a woman with four other husbands, the time had never been right to tell his parents about the setup. Riley had proved to be the epitome of discretion. And living in isolation, in the Australian Outback, had made it easy to keep putting it off. Harry wasn’t sure he’d ever tell them now. And whether or not he’d ever tell them about his relationship with Evan…no, he didn’t think that would ever happen.

  He blinked as he emerged onto the yard.

  Sure enough, a sleek black helicopter was coming their way, whisking up the red earth and bending the skinny trees. The horses had raised their heads and were about to take off to the far side of the paddock.

  “It’s them,” he said. A knot of worry coiled in his belly. “I hope it’s a social visit and there isn’t a problem.”

  “I’m sure it’s fine.” Olivia curled her arm around his waist. “Only last month your mother sent flowers and said she was missing seeing us and wanted a hug from her grandchildren.”

  “I think she’ll get one.” Evan nodded at the driveway.

  “Is that Raul?” Harry asked.

  “Yes.” Olivia frowned. “What’s he doing home so early?”

  “Fuck, we really did have a close call in the barn,” Harry muttered. A wave of heat went over his scalp and down his back at the thought of getting spotted with his trousers around his ankles, Evan’s cock in his ass, and Olivia’s mouth around his dick.

  Pretty damn compromising.

  He made a mental note not to risk it again. That had been too close for comfort.

  The helicopter landed, the noise ransacking Harry’s eardrums.

  When the blades slowed, the back door slid open.

  Dante Vidal stepped out wearing a fine black suit. He ducked and reached back in.

  Harry watched his mother emerge. She wore white linen trousers, heels, and a pale-blue silk blouse. After clasping a purse to her side, they stooped and walked toward the house.

  “Hey,” Harry called, stepping forward and tugging Olivia with him.

  “Harrington,” his mother, Felicity, said. She smiled broadly. “There you are.”

  “We weren’t expecting you.” Harry matched her smile.

  “We messaged, several times.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t have my phone on me.”

  “We guessed as much, so I messaged Raul, too. We’re only staying for a few hours.”

  “Social visit?” Harry asked, releasing Olivia and giving his mother a quick hug.

  “Yes. We were passing.”

  “Passing?” Harry laughed and nodded to his father. “How can you be passing the middle of nowhere?”

  Dante smiled at Olivia and Evan then set his attention on Harry. “We were in Thailand. Your mother got it into her head to visit to a friend in Tasmania, because it’s close apparently.” He laughed, reached for his wife’s hand, and kissed her knuckles. “Who was I to object?”

  “It’s near enough,” Felicity said, then grinned at Evan. “Hi, Evan, how are you?”

  “All good, Felicity, thank you.”

  “This must be Raul now.” Dante nodded at the car that was still distant on the long driveway.

  “When I messaged him, he said he’d bring the children home from school early,” Felicity said, “You don’t mind, do you, Olivia? It hasn’t been much of a day at school for them.”

  “No, of course not, they’ll be delighted to see you.”

  “Good, because we have gifts from Thailand.” She turned and gestured to the helicopter. The blades were stationary now.

  A man in dark-gray pants and a white polo jumped out. He released a catch and opened a door to the hold. It was jammed full of brightly wrapped parcels.

  “Wow,” Olivia said. “Is that all for the children?”

  “Oh, it’s just a few trinkets, nothing much.”

  Harry knew full well it would be a pile of extravagant gifts that would send his kids into a frenzy of delight. But he didn’t mind, home from school early, grandparents and gifts that was the kind of childhood memories that should be being made in this house.

  He glanced at Evan.

  Evan ran his hand through his hair and looked up at the house. “I’m gonna take a shower. Been moving bales around the barn, kinda hot now.”

  “Of course.” Felicity frowned. “Why don’t you pay someone to do that?”

  “Keeps us in shape.” Evan flexed his biceps. His skin was still shiny with sweat, and his pecs twitched.

  “Oh, oh, okay.” Felicity giggled. “And it does, doesn’t it.”

  “Would you like a drink?” Olivia asked. “Out on the deck in the shade.”

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�Perfect.” Dante smiled and glanced around. “I do like being here. Such a rawness about the heat and the wilderness.”

  “It’s home,” Harry said as they made their way to the house. “We’re settled here.”

  “The house in Malibu is sitting empty,” Felicity said. “Perhaps you’ll visit it soon.”

  “We were thinking about a trip in the New Year.” Olivia glanced at Harry.

  He nodded. It was something they’d talked about. “The children have a long stretch off. A trip to Spain, Scotland, and then California would be nice for them. Educational, too.”

  “Just give us the dates,” Dante said, “and I’ll make sure the Lear is available to get you around.”

  “Thank you, Father.”

  The kitchen was cool, and Olivia busied herself with creating big jugs of fruit punch packed with ice.

  “I need to sit after the helicopter. Always makes my legs a little funny,” Felicity said.

  “Go and take a seat outside,” Olivia said. “Harry, you go, too.”

  “And I’ll help Olivia.” Dante was examining the label on a bottle of Raul’s rum.

  Harry went outside, glad of the shade on this section of decking. He swiped over the cushion on one of the soft seats, as was habit when living with critters, then gestured to his mother to sit.

  “The children will be so excited to see you. But I expect their mom will insist they change out of their uniforms before they tumble out here.”

  “I don’t blame her.” She sank into the chair and toed off her high heels. “I was counting the minutes on the way here to see you all. Shame you didn’t see my message. What were you doing?”

  “Er, moving bales, like Evan said, stacking them, you know, in the barn.”

  “Olivia looks well.”

  “She is.” He sat next to his mother and dropped his shades over his eyes.

  “Any more…no, I shouldn’t ask.”

  “Any more what?”

  She hesitated. “Any more thoughts on extending your family? I mean, the adopted kids are the best and the twins are adorable, just like you and your sister at that age, but you have plenty of room here for more children, and with Evan and Raul around to help out…”

  Harry was used to his mother’s directness, and it didn’t bother him. “We’d like more, and it’s not just Raul and Evan. Mason and Lucas are here, too.”