Sin City Baby: A Reverse Harem Accidental Marriage Romance

by Rye Hart

She contemplated it for only a moment longer, a smile touching the corners of her mouth

  “Then let's do it, baby. On your birthday,” she said. “Just for you.”

  “Oh, I'm sure you'll get some fun and enjoyment out of it too,” I said.

  “I'm sure I will.”

  I nuzzled my face against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. I loved everything about her, and this was just icing on the cake. To see her climaxing over and over again, see her feeling so much pleasure – more pleasure than one man alone could ever give her – honestly, that would be the best birthday present ever.

  Chapter Ten

  Ember

  Life with Jude was everything I could have dreamt of, and more. He seriously had to be the most amazing man I'd ever met. He doted on me, was always eager to please. He was a dominant stud in bed – a gentleman every other minute of the day. I'd really hit the jackpot with him, and my old life was nothing but a distant memory during the days leading up to our birthday celebration.

  Now, that it was here, I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation we had about me being intimate with his friends. We hadn't talked much about it after the initial conversation. I wasn't sure if it was just a fantasy to be talked about, or if he'd actually gone through with planning it. I guessed I'd find out soon enough.

  The night of the party, I dressed in the sexiest lingerie I could find. Something Jude hadn't seen me in yet – a lacy, dark purple bra and panty set with black ties up the front of the bra. The panties were trimmed in black velvet, but sheer where it mattered most, giving just a peek-a-boo view of the prize.

  Since I couldn't wear that to the actual party, I chose a purple dress instead. Same color as the lingerie. With black thigh highs that hooked to garter belts that matched my ensemble perfectly, even I had to admit I was a stunner. The dress was tight in the chest and waist, and flowed around my body, accentuating my hips and ass. It gave me the perfect hourglass figure, and I couldn't wait to see Jude's face when he saw me in it.

  I simply loved the way he looked at me.

  There was a knock at the door, and I hurried downstairs. Dominic was the first to arrive, and I nearly ran smack dab into him as I stepped off the bottom stair. My heard stuttered within me, and his eyes grew wide as he took me in, obviously checking me out from head to toe.

  “Wow, Ember -- I'm speechless,” he said. “Honestly, speechless.”

  My cheeks flushed, and I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I wasn't sure what Dominic knew about what Jude and I had talked about. Of course, when Jude asked me, right in front of him no less, if I wanted to fuck him, he probably figured it was only a matter of time. Did he know it was going to be tonight though?

  That conversation weighed heavy in my mind as Dominic gave me the once over with an approving look on his face, and I felt the heat flaring in my cheeks. Thankfully, I heard Jude's footsteps on the stairs behind me.

  “Sweet mother of God, Ember,” he said, as his blue eyes devoured me like a sweet dessert.

  My cheeks flushed red, loving that the dress I was in had the effect on him that I'd hoped for. Jude hardly ever walked around without an erection, and tonight was no different. I wanted nothing more than to push the birthday boy back upstairs and taste his sweet cock; feel it inside of me. He did things to me that no one had ever done to me before, and I was absolutely mad with lust whenever he stepped into the room.

  Tonight, though, it would have to wait.

  Nathaniel followed Dominic, and bringing up the rear, was Zane. All three men stopped at the foot of the stairs, and all three of them took me in. Even Zane, surprisingly enough, seemed to appreciate the way the dress hugged my curves – which, to me, said a lot given that he and I didn't have the best relationship.

  Nathaniel shot me a knowing smile. Had I not been off-limits to him the night of the wedding, I totally would have hooked up with him. A rich genius with reddish brown hair and an amazing body? Sign me up, please. I would have been all over him – but only because I couldn't have had Jude. Now, I could, and still found his boyish smile too adorable for words. I seriously could eat him right up.

  Jude took my hand in his, laying a soft kiss on my knuckles. “Shall we get this party started?”

  His blue eyes sparkled like the stars in the sky above. There was a deviousness to the look that made me cock my head, yearning to ask him what he had up his sleeve. But, I allowed him to lead the way, letting it all unfold as he wanted it to, and not pressing him for answers.

  The back yard had been closed off for most of the day. Intentionally so, I realized, as I stepped through the patio doors. Garden lanterns hung from the trees, lighting our way, and a roaring fire was going in the outdoor fireplace. A table had been set up with bottles of champagne and chairs for all of us, and Veronica was standing by with plates of food, fresh off the grill.

  Jude led me to the table and pulled the seat out for me. He made sure to get me situated and comfortable before sitting down beside me. His friends chose seats for themselves around the round table. Nathaniel sat next to me, Dominic beside him and Zane sat closest to Jude.

  “This is beautiful,” I said.

  I looked around, taking in the sight of the nicely decorated backyard, turning it into a stunning, moonlit garden. The pool's grotto had water running through it, creating a realistic looking waterfall in the background. The air smelled intoxicatingly of roses from the nearby rose bushes.

  “I'm glad you like it, birthday girl,” Jude said, lifting my hand to his lips.

  “But it's your birthday,” I said. “And you went through all this work?”

  “For you, my goddess,” he said with a wink. “I don't really care for my own birthdays these days, anyway. After a certain age, they sort of lose their appeal.”

  “Oh hush, you're not that old,” I teased.

  He cocked an eyebrow at me and we both laughed, oblivious to the chatter around us. We were in our own little world and it felt delightful.

  Dominic stood and called a toast. One thing I was learning about Dom, was that he loved to be the center of attention, and he always had a speech ready at the drop of a hat. It was charming, especially since Jude was more subdued and reserved, sitting back and letting his best friend soak in all the attention while he watched.

  His words about enjoying sitting back and watching floated through my mind. I remembered him saying it would turn him on to watch me fuck Dominic.

  It felt so dirty. So taboo. Was it wrong, though, if the man you were with actually wanted it to happen? Dom's speech was already over, I'd completely spaced out and missed it. Too lost in my thoughts about fucking him in front of Jude. Imagining it though, made my panties grow wetter and wetter, and I had to adjust myself in my seat. It still felt weird to be turned on by the idea of fucking another man – in front of the man I was with. It was a concept I'd never considered before – at least, not until Jude brought it up.

  The champagne flowed, along with the most delicious filet mignon I'd ever tasted. It practically melted in my mouth when I took a bite.

  “So, Ember, when do you go back to college?” Zane asked.

  He studied my face, seeming to be taking my answer very seriously. could see him weighing and measuring me in his eyes, and I knew I was coming up very, very short in his estimation.

  “Uh, well, I'm not,” I said softly, staring down at my steak.

  Jude stopped eating and stared at me. In fact, all conversation around the table stopped and I felt the weight of all those eyes pressing down on me.

  “And why not?” Jude finally asked.

  I shrugged. “I'm just taking a break, for now,” I said. “Until I can figure out how I'm paying my tuition. It's only a temporary setback. Nothing to get worried about.”

  Zane glared at Jude, and I could see the debate between them in their eyes – even though I had no idea what any of that was about. But, I could tell, just from the way Zane was looking between Jude and me, that he was trying to hold him back fro
m something. Trying to rein him in.

  “You will be going back, Ember. I'll see to that,” he said. “And since ABU isn't that far from here, you can stay with me instead of living in the dorms.”

  Zane let out a breath and shook his head, before he went back to eating.

  “I couldn't ask that of you, Jude. I won't ask that of you,” I said. “I'll figure it out. I'm sure there are financial aid options for me. Or, a fellowship since I'm a senior. I just haven't had time to look into it yet.”

  “No need to,” he said. “We'll talk about it later, however. Tonight, is a night to focus on nothing but pleasure and enjoyment.”

  The rest of the table was eerily silent, and it was awkward. I suddenly felt like everyone was staring at me, judging me for using Jude when in reality, I cared about him. Not his money. I didn't want him to help me. I wanted to figure it out on my own, and I wanted them all to know that.

  “I'll figure it out, Jude. Please, let me handle this,” I said, sitting up tall and straight, putting some heat and steel into my voice.

  “We'll talk later,” he said. “I value education, and a school like ABU is worth every penny. Consider it an investment.”

  “I –”

  I started to argue when Nathaniel took my free hand. I stared down at where our hands melded together, then looked up into his golden eyes in shock.

  “Let him help you, Ember,” he whispered. “It's really nothing to him to do so, and honestly, you did him a huge favor.”

  Dominic nodded in agreement. “Seriously, you saved his ass from that leech – err – sorry, I meant, your mother,” he said. “Tuition would be a drop in the bucket for him.”

  My gaze fell on Zane. He was still pouting, but his finally looked me in the eye. His eyes had softened a tiny bit.

  “Even I have to admit, you have been very good to Jude,” he said at last.

  “Thank you, Zane. That means a lot coming from you,” I said.

  He gave me an abrupt nod and went back to eating. It was likely the best I would get from him. Nathaniel, however, still held my hand. It felt odd having both hands held by two different men. I looked between them and there was a knowing look in their eyes – they knew.

  Jude had mentioned the fantasy to them, I could tell. Nathaniel, at least, hadn't said anything about it yet, though. My heart raced, and I swallowed, hard. My insides were turning, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be sick from excitement or nerves. Maybe both. This was entirely new to me, and I still couldn't believe that Jude would be okay with it.

  More than that, I couldn't believe I could be okay with it. But, even I couldn't deny just how intriguing it all was.

  “So what are you studying?” Nathaniel asked.

  “Political Science,” I said. “With a focus on women's studies, of course.”

  Nathaniel looked impressed. Considering the fact that he was often referred to as a genius by the press, impressing him made me feel good.

  “So, you want to be a politician, I take it?”

  The entire table was listening again.

  “I'd like to impact policies in this country, yes,” I said. “Not sure what that looks like just yet. I may end up going to law school.”

  Dominic raised his eyes. “Oh really? I didn't know you were interested in the law, Ember.”

  I took a drink, feeling parched all of a sudden, the weight of all those gazes pressing down hard on me.

  “It's definitely a thought,” I said. “Perhaps I could pick your brain about applying to law school sometime?”

  His smile widened. “You can pick my brain about anything, love,” he said. “Anytime, anywhere...”

  He trailed off, but I knew what he was thinking. The look in his eyes told me that Jude had also spoken to him about our little fantasy and that he was all on board with it too. The look in his eyes said he wanted to devour me – sooner, rather than later.

  I blushed and looked away, suddenly feeling like all eyes were on me again. In a normal situation, I'd be all for being the center of attention. But, in this case, I knew that all these men were picturing me naked. Picturing themselves using my body in any number of dirty, naughty ways.

  The fact that it didn't scare me, but rather turned me on, was my true reason for blushing.

  Four attractive, successful men – even if one of them was iffy on me – looking at me with naked lust in their eyes. A rigid anticipation in their bodies. They all wanted me. Wanted to fuck me. Wanted to please me.

  The idea of being with them all was becoming more enticing as the evening went on, and I hadn't even finished one glass of champagne yet.

  Zane was looking at me now, the scorn I'd seen before almost completely gone. He looked at me with new eyes, as if seeing me for the first time.

  “I'm surprised by you, Ember,” he said. “You're nothing like I thought you'd be.”

  “You assumed I'd be like my mom, I know,” I sighed. “Everyone does. I abhor her lifestyle, honestly. I didn't choose to go to a prestigious, all-women's college just so I could be someone's trophy wife.”

  “Fair point,” Zane said. “I apologize for jumping to conclusions about you.”

  “Apology accepted,” I said.

  The rest of the meal went on peacefully, the conversation light and fun. There was much laughter and plenty of stories flying around. The focus wasn't just on me anymore, and it was nice. I no longer felt like an outsider amongst Jude's friends – I felt like somewhere along the line, they'd accepted me as one of their own. Or at least, accepted me as Jude's. He squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, sending a pleasant chill through my body.

  “I knew you could do it,” he said.

  I wasn't sure what he meant by that and could only assume he meant winning Zane over. Which actually, had been easier than I thought it was going to be. For all he knew, I could have been lying. Not that many women go to a college like Agnes Bouvier to become trophy wives since it is a highly sought after, prestigious university that focuses on breaking the glass ceiling and putting women in places of power in this country – not on a trophy shelf or some billionaire's arm.

  Plenty of colleges offered Mrs. degrees, had I wanted to go that route. I chose ABU because I didn't want to just be someone's wife, I wanted my own identity and career for myself. I wanted to make my own mark on this world. I wanted to be remembered as more than just the pretty redhead on some rich man's arm.

  Something my mother never had or wanted.

  As soon as dinner was over, dessert was served. Dark chocolate mousse with slivers of dark chocolate and homemade whipped cream. It sure as hell beat any birthday cake I'd had, and it was delightfully silky and light on the tongue. I looked over at Jude as I licked my spoon clean, swirling my tongue through the whipped cream suggestively, shooting him bedroom eyes at the same time

  He smiled at me and watched every move of my tongue, transfixed on me like we were the only two people there.

  As soon as dessert was over, Jude pulled something out of his pocket. A tiny box. My heart raced even more as I wondered what it might be. Not a ring box, right? God, it would be amazing, but it felt like things were moving way too fast for that.

  He handed it to me and said, “Open it.”

  I pulled off the top of the box, and inside was a silky piece of black fabric. When I lifted it out, I realized it was a blindfold. My heart really started pounding now. Far from a ring – and a hundred times more chilling and exciting.

  “Here, let me,” Jude said.

  I placed the box on the table and handed the blindfold to Jude. He had me turn around, and I was staring at Nathaniel who wore a pleasant mask, not giving anything away in his eyes or face. Just a sweet, gentle look that calmed me down more than he probably knew.

  It was happening. I knew it in my heart that this was the beginning of the fantasy. It was becoming a reality for Jude, and I was going to make it happen.

  He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and everything went absolutely dark.
I couldn't see through it at all. It served its purpose well. Jude's hands gently tied it behind my head, and I felt him lean forward and whisper in my ear again.

  “Not too tight, I hope?”

  His breath was warm against my ear and I shuddered. “It's perfect,” I managed to choke out.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Now follow me, please.”

  I stood, and he took my hand, guiding me away from the table. We were still outside; the air was warm and humid with just a hint of a wind tonight. The warmth grew, making me think we were nearing the fireplace. I remembered there was a cabana near the outdoor fireplace and had a feeling that was where we were headed.

  Jude sat me down on a soft surface – something I didn't recognize. It wasn't a typical lounge chair, and he lowered himself down beside me, sitting so close, our faces were touching. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt him against me. Knew he was there.

  He whispered, “Still okay with this?”

  “Yes,” I choked out. Jude's hands moved along my face, stroking my cheek with such love and devotion. “I want to do this for you.”

  “Does the idea of fucking my friends turn you on, Ember?”

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  It was the truth too.

  “How much does it turn you on?” he asked me.

  “Give me your hand,” I said.

  Jude placed his hand in mine, and I lowered it to my crotch. I slipped his fingers underneath my skirt, letting him run his hand up my thighs, to my panties, letting him feel just how wet I was.

  He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way inside of my mouth and stealing the breath from my throat. He slipped his finger inside of me, then added another, drawing a sharp gasp from me. I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, but then Jude pulled away, stepping back so I couldn't feel him when I reached out.

  “We'll have our fun later, Ember. For now, I'm only going to watch,” he said.

  His voice was low and gravelly. Rough and commanding – and it turned me on so much to hear the raw lust and naked desire in his voice.

  “Here are the rules,” he went on, “just so everyone is aware.”