Lotto Trouble: A Reverse Harem Romantic Comedy (Lotto Love Book 2)

by Ann Denton

  “Wait, what?” I turn to look up at him. Danny totally looks like he’s wearing Seal team shit or something. “Who are those guys then?”

  “Well, I ended up calling my brother, who knew a guy. These are ex-special forces. Private hire.”

  Next to me, Heather blows a raspberry. “The government wouldn’t rescue me? Ohh, I feel some big-ass donations going down the drain!”

  Danny clears his throat. “Yeah, well, you might want to reconsider donations.”

  “Why?” She gives him her signature, ‘what the hell, you weirdo’ look.

  “Well, you kinda owe the Black Sharks twenty-four million for this rescue.”

  Her jaw drops. “Shit! Twenty-four mil?”

  I anticipate a hurricane any moment, so I reach out and put a hand on her arm.

  She glances over and smiles at me. “What? It’s totally worth it.” She winks.

  I giggle and Danny scoops up my hand.

  Heather tugs Alec and Andrew and leads them away. “Let’s go check on Kenneth.” She turns and walks backward for a second, looking at me. “If I don’t hear you having hot reunion sex, I’m gonna be disappointed, young lady!” she yells.

  Every fucking eye turns to stare at me. Dammit, Heather! I flush and try to hide behind my hands.

  “Oh no,” Danny says, pulling my hand down and then sweeping me up into his arms, bridal style. “This time, Hurricane Heather and I agree.”

  Danny brings me to his villa, since it’s closer. He refuses to let me walk.

  “But you’ve got to be exhausted,” I protest, tracing the bags under his eyes gently as he carries me through the rain. The storm has settled down into a tiny drizzle.

  “Nope, I’m good.”

  “Lie.” I smile up at him.

  It’s hard to see his smile back as we walk further onto the path, away from the chaos behind us. The Black Sharks have decided to confiscate the Warlock’s helicopter and the prisoners are being loaded aboard as they protest.

  “What’s gonna happen to those dicks?” I ask Danny.

  He shrugs. “Meh. They typically hand those jerks over to the cops. I’m sure there’s plenty of shit they can get charged with, I told my brother Heather would pay for him to dig up all kinds of dirt. So, who knows exactly what’s gonna happen to them? But I can tell you what’s gonna happen to my dick.”

  “Yeah?” I grin.

  He nuzzles my ear. “Oh, yeah.”

  “Well, I thought you were gonna tell me?”

  “You want dirty talk, Katie? Out here in public where anyone can hear us? Damn, you might have Alec’s exhibitionist streak,” he teases. But then his voice grows husky and he says, “My dick is gonna get hard watching you get naked and play with yourself in front of me. And then my dick is gonna tease your little slit. I’m gonna rub my hot, hard dick up and down over your opening until you’re begging me to put it in you. But I’m not gonna.”

  Shit. Danny can dirty talk. The man can tell a fucking story. Holy mother! I tug on the arm he has cradling my back and grab his hand. I place his fingertips on my nipple.

  “Play with me, please,” I beg, looping my arms tighter around my neck so I can keep my balance as he does.

  He pinches my nipple and starts to gently twist and tug on it as he walks and talks. “I’m gonna make you wait for it, Katie. I’m gonna play with these pretty titties. I’m gonna suck on these nipples and trace your breasts with my tongue. I’m gonna make you beg me to touch you, to bite your nipples, anything to get you a little closer to that edge. But I’m not gonna push you over. I’m gonna head downtown instead. I’m gonna lean you over the arm of my couch, with your hips jutting up so I can see that naughty, wet pussy. And then I’m gonna taste it.”

  Danny lets go of my nipple and grips my back. He drops my legs and swings my body around so that he’s carrying me and I’m facing him, legs wrapped around his waist. He props one hand under my ass and uses the other to slip in front of me, between my legs.

  “Katie, I’m gonna eat you out until you are bucking on that couch.” His thumb gently circles me, going around and around my clit, touching the edges of it, but never making full contact.

  “Danny! Hell! You tease!” I groan.

  “You want to come out here in the open?” he whispers, then nibbles on my earlobe.

  I moan. I shift and press myself farther onto his finger. “Yes,” I breathe.

  “What will you give me if I let you come right now?” he asks, his fingers dancing lightly over my clit, giving me almost enough sensation, just not quite.

  “Anything,” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him.

  Our tongues battle for a moment and I try to shove myself harder onto his fingers, but he curls them so I’m simply riding his fist. It’s good, but not enough.

  Danny breaks the kiss as he kicks open the door to his villa and flicks on a side light. “Anything, huh?”

  He carries me in and sets me down at the side of his couch.

  “I want a porsche.”

  I snap my head up and see him smiling. “Lie.” I grin.

  He gestures for me to take off my clothes. So I strip out of Alec’s shirt. I toss down Danny’s shorts, and undo my Teva sandals. When I straighten, Danny’s eyes widen and he swallows hard.

  He steps forward and pulls me into a kiss. His tongue strokes mine gently, almost hesitantly. When he pulls back, his eyes are shining. “You’re right. I want this.” His hand traces down my neck and settles over my heart.

  And that’s it. I break apart. Everything I ever thought I wanted fades away. Because I never knew what I didn’t know. I’ve never felt connections like this before.

  Danny takes my teary eyes and my tight throat for reluctance. And he quickly stumbles over his words, backtracking. “I don’t mean alone. I mean, I’ll still share—”

  I jump on him and wrap my arms on his neck, tugging him close and clinging to him. “You stupid man. I was just too choked up. Yeah, I mean, you’ll share. But you have me. You have me already. You’ve got my heart.”

  “I do?” He laughs. And I laugh. And he swings me in a circle.

  When he sets me down, I’m pretty sure that the drops on his cheeks aren’t just from the rain.

  “You’re my hero, Danny.”

  He gives me a cocky grin, one that showcases his dimples. “Oh, I’m about to be. Now, tell me what the first thing I promised to do to you was?”

  And just like that, I go from emotional to on fire. My breathing quickens and I repeat, “You were gonna suck my nipples.”

  “That’s right,” Danny stalks forward and backs me up until my legs hit the side of the couch. He leans down and takes my right breast in his mouth. His tongue traces up over my nipple and he blades the tip, moving from side to side and flicking until my nipple’s at attention. He moves to my other breast and does the same. I want to beg him to suck them, to tease harder, but he takes his tongue down and traces the undersides of my breasts, just like he said he would. And my nipples grow colder and harder, and my mind grows even more desperate for his touch.

  “Danny,” I plead.

  He listens, dragging his mouth up slowly, pressing my breasts together and then flicking his tongue from nipple to nipple. The wet little slaps of his tongue send sensation shooting through me and my pelvis rises to meet his. I can feel how hard he is, how much he loves teasing me. I reach down and put a hand around him, stroking his shaft as he finally sucks my nipples into his mouth.

  A miniature orgasm rushes through me, leaving me wired and desperate for more.

  I whimper, “My pussy, you were going to lay me back over the couch—”

  He takes my hand from his dick and then pushes me backward so that I fall. I land with my back on the cushions, my pelvis cock-eyed. Danny grabs my feet and tugs at me, until my pelvis is up and over the arm of the couch, just where he wants it. His blue eyes glitter with hunger as he stares down at me. He lowers his mouth and starts to kiss me down there. And I can watch him do it. I can
see his eyes flick back up and gauge my responses. I can see his half-smile when he realizes he’s done something I really like. I fist the couch and watch him eat me out.

  My entire body grows hotter and I start to tremble. That’s when Danny uses his fingers in tandem with his tongue, spreading me apart so he can lick directly on my clit. He hits the right spot and pulses his tongue.

  The pressure turns into absolute mindless pleasure. My thighs clench around his face and my toes curl—I’m a sunbeam bursting through the clouds. Sensation overwhelms me and I shout, “Danny!” He keeps working, his tongue pulsing, eyes locked on me, until I start to fall limp.

  I fall back on the couch in a daze and my eyes close. The next thing I know, Danny’s pulling my hips back toward him. He’s sheathed in a condom and he pushes inside me.

  “This, yes, God! This,” he breathes. And he strokes in and out of me hard. I watch him from the couch as he tosses my legs up over his shoulders and makes me his.

  And after he’s finished, he carries me into his room, full of kisses and promises for a round two. But he stops stock still when he flicks on the bedroom light and sees the chips all over his comforter.

  “What the fuck happened in here?”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Katie

  Six Months Later

  I unlock the apartment door and practically skip inside. I just signed up a new client. I get to organize a corporate party for Christmas. And I'm so, so excited. I almost start humming Christmas tunes. But humming out of season is one of Kenneth's pet peeves so I stop myself just as I enter the kitchen.

  Kenneth doesn't look up from the powdered sugar he’s sprinkling over a tray of tiny handmade pies. But he does smile. “I still heard you. ‘I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas’ is not allowed for seven more days."

  "I stopped." I hold up my hands.

  "Katie, it's okay to be annoying sometimes,” he says as he finishes up. He blows me a kiss.

  "Like you're being now?" At that jab, he does look back and I grin widely. “I couldn't help it. I got the job!"

  "We got the job," he corrects me.

  "You automatically assume I’m going to hire you to cater this new party? I don’t know. This is New York. There are lots of five-star Michelin chefs here. Many of whom like Christmas carols any time of year."

  Kenneth's grin spreads wider as he walks towards me. I love that grin. It still makes me go weak at the knees, even after we’ve lived together for months. He wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me close and sways side to side with me in his arms. "You'd never hire anyone else."

  "Maybe Heather's rubbing off on me."

  "I'm gonna rub off on you." And he starts to. I feel him grow hard as he presses the hardness into my hip, up-and-down, up-and-down.

  Hot anticipation builds in my stomach. "Oh are you? I thought we had agreed to wait for everyone tonight."

  Kenneth leans down and tucks my hair behind my ear. He uses his tongue to trace the shell of my ear before he whispers, "I can't help if you're irresistible."

  My hands fist in his shirt. "Alec's gonna be so mad if we don't wait. He should be on his way now …" But even as I say those words, my hands are moving toward Kenneth belt.

  Kenneth shrugs and just helps me undo his belt, pulling it open and popping the button on his pants. "So, you’ll get in trouble. You know you like it when we spank you."

  “Do you like getting spanked too?” I tease.

  “We can find out,” he responds.

  I whimper as Kenneth's tongue moves onto my neck and traces over my sensitive pulse. His hands slide from my hips down to squeeze my hands.

  "I have something for you," he says.

  I reach the hard bulge in his pants and rub it as I say, "Give it to me."

  As soon as I say those words, Kenneth’s hands and mouth fall away. My eyes flicker open. He's already across the kitchen, bending over the tray of tiny, hand-made pies.

  "When I said ‘give it to me,’ I didn't mean food," I roll my eyes. Even though about half of our sex sessions involve food, I was really ready for Kenneth to slide down and eat me instead of the pie.

  "Do you remember that day on the island, when we were in Danny's villa?" he asks.

  I straighten. Kenneth doesn’t talk about the island much. The other guys do. But sometimes I think he’d rather forget all the dramatic shit that went down. So this is unusual. I walk toward him and say, “Yes?"

  "You had caramel corn all over your skin. And Cheeto cheese. And fake candy fruit flavors.” He gestures at the little pies. “I was feeling inspired when I thought about it. So … new recipe. Happy six month anniversary, Katie.”

  Aw. The tears come to my eyes. But I try to hold them back, because if I start crying now, I’ll be crying all night. My hand goes up to my heart and I say, “That’s the sweetest. But I thought we said no gifts.”

  “It isn’t a gift. It’s just dessert.”

  I wag a finger at him as I snag one and bite into it. It’s fucking amazing, just like everything Kenneth makes. Little apple pies with cinnamon and caramel inside and potato chip crumbles and cheese baked on top of the crust. “The guys are gonna be mad at you—” I warn.

  “Mad at what?” Danny walks in and puts his helmet on the table with a thunk. He pops his neck. “Man, today was brutal. Ooh, snacks.” He goes over to the counter and shoves a whole pie into his mouth.

  “Do you need a massage, hun?” I ask him.

  He shakes his head, his hair still wet from the shower at the station. “Nah, I’m good. We had ladder drills today. Practicing high-rise rescues.”

  “You should have told me, I would have come and watched.” I imagine how his ass must have looked climbing up and down fire ladders all day. Mmm. The fact that Danny’s training to be a New York City firefighter lights my fire. My eyes trace down his fitted t-shirt. Just seeing the logo on it gets me wet.

  “You can stare at my ass anytime you want, babe. Plus, I knew you had that meeting. How’d it go?” he asks as he stuffs another pie in his mouth. He tosses Kenneth a thumbs up for the pie as he waits for my answer.

  “We got it!” I do a happy shoulder shrug and Danny swoops me into his arms for a caramel apple-flavored kiss.

  “You got what?” a deep voice says behind me.

  I turn and wriggle out of Danny’s arms so I can go hug Alec, who’s still in his pilot uniform. He still flies private jets, but now he’s based in the City so he can live with us. “I’m so happy you’re home! How was your flight?”

  He stares down at me. “Fuck that. It was a flight. Did you get the job?”

  I nod. He swings me up into his arms and smacks my ass. “This calls for a celebration. How many orgasms should we give her, guys?”

  “Six,” Kenneth calls out.

  “Nah, let’s go for nine,” Danny says. “Last time we did that, she nearly blacked out in bliss. Fucking awesome.”

  I wiggle and laugh, but I can’t escape Alec’s hold. “I thought we were going to anniversary dinner first!” I protest.

  “Well, I mean … we can move the reservation,” Danny says as Alec carries me into the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. Danny and Kenneth are right behind us.

  My men stare down at me, every one of them wearing shit-eating grins.

  Heather’s voice startles us all. “Hey y’all aren’t having an orgy back there, are you?”

  Kenneth narrows his eyes. “Giving her a key was a mistake.”

  “Well, considering she bought this apartment for us …” I shrug.

  Danny just sighs and his Oklahoman hospitality takes over. “We’re in the bedroom, but we’re still dressed!” he calls out. “Unfortunately.”

  Heather sashays in wearing her typical fall attire, a knee-length red trench coat and shiny black heels. She’s gone all black with her hair, since she thinks that’s big city style, but she can’t let go of the big hair, so it falls down her back in epic curls. Andrew trails in behind her, wearing a suit. He stop
s in the doorway, but she heads right over, plops onto the bed, and gives me a hug. “So, did they give it to you yet!”

  “Heather!” All three of my guys scold her immediately.

  Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens into a perfect little ‘O’ of surprise. “Oops.”

  I turn and eye my guys curiously. Danny blushes; Kenneth’s eyes glitter with mirth as he rebuckles his belt; and Alec’s look is dark, intense, and penetrating.

  I cross my arms. “I thought we agreed—no anniversary gifts.”

  “No, you said it was not fair if you had to get three anniversary gifts and they only had to get one,” Heather corrects.

  My face burns. “Heather! I told you that in confidence!”

  She shrugs, not at all apologetic. “Well, it’s true.”

  My guys just laugh.

  “You’re such a liar!” Danny grins. “You said you didn’t care about gifts!”

  “I don’t! I feel spoiled already.” Inside, I’m a bit pissed Heather outed me. Juggling a four person relationship is hard. And fucking hell! We’ve only done it for six months.

  “Tell us the truth,” Alec demands. “The reason you wanted the no gift rule.”

  I wring my hands and my eyes flicker down to the black bedspread. “What if I got you gifts and you hated them? Or worse—what if I got something one of you liked but someone else hated their gift? What if you thought I was playing favorites? What if you thought I was being more thoughtful to one of you—”

  Kenneth looks smug. “Told you it was a favorites thing.”

  Danny and Alec groan. “Crap,” they say, nearly simultaneously.

  I furrow my brow.

  Danny sighs. “We lost a bet. Now, we’re both on dishes for a week.”

  Kenneth grins and rubs his hands together. “It’s gonna be awesome. I’ve been holding back on you, Katie. Trying to minimize the prep work so you don’t have as much to clean. But next week …” he comes forward and kisses my hand, “I’m gonna make you the most exotic, complicated dishes I know.”