Theirs To Defy: a Reverse Harem Romance

by Stasia Black

  Then she lifted one leg back around Jonathan’s hip. He’d wisely shed his own pants. David sucked in a breath as Jonathan and Garrett helped hike her body up. Because with them lifting and spreading her legs like that, her anus was suddenly far more accessible.

  “Jesus Christ,” he whispered as he notched the head of his cock right at her opening. But then he blinked. What was he doing? Maybe Eric was right trying to bring some caution and sanity— Her friend had died only hours ago and—

  “Put your fucking cocks inside me or you’ll lose out because I’m sure Garrett and Billy will be happy to step in and take your turn. Isn’t that right, boys?” She turned back to Garrett. “You haven’t gotten to take my ass yet, have you, Garrett baby?”

  “Drea,” Eric snapped but this time it was Garrett shutting him down.

  “Hey, shut the fuck up, man.” Garrett moved between Eric and where Drea was sandwiched between David and Jonathan’s bodies. “Drea’s a big girl. She’s a woman and she knows her own damn mind. Let her do what she needs to do.”

  And on that note, “Yes,” Drea cried out.

  Jonathan must have answered her invitation. He’d entered her. Fuck instead of fight. David could certainly get on board with that.

  He closed his eyes, wanting to savor every second as he breached her ass, pushing the fat head of his cock past the first ring of resistant muscle.

  Oh Jesus Christ, it was heaven. It hurt so fucking good. He kept pushing and then there—he was through. He was inside her.

  She clenched on him and for a second, he couldn’t go any further. Did she want him to stop? Fuck, he’d die if she wanted him to pull out and stop. But he would. He’d do anything if she—

  “Harder,” she gasped. “Keep going. Fuck my ass harder. Shove it in. Shove it.”

  He shoved. Another inch in. His dick was everything. All he was was centered down there, pushing further, boring in.

  Oh fuck, yeah. Yes, more. He needed more.

  Harder.

  Deeper.

  Fucking deeper.

  He thrust the last inch and let out an animal groan of satisfaction when he was balls deep. He shifted his hips back and forth, loving the friction of her ass on his balls.

  Jonathan already had a rhythm going as he fucked her from the front and Jesus but that felt good. Every in-thrust shook Drea’s entire body and made her clench on David’s cock. Best fucking thing in the whole entire world. Never had it so good. Never felt anything like— Never in the whole damn—

  “Together,” Drea said, voice a register lower than her normal speaking voice. “And hard. Fuck me hard.”

  The morning suddenly came back, flashing in his mind’s eye. The adrenaline. The gunfire. Franco’s body dropping. Then Jonathan fucking accusing him of being responsible for it.

  He dragged his cock out and then jammed it back in again. Drea cried out. If the sound had been anything other than one of pleasure, he would have stopped. But she cried out in ecstasy. Like him shoving his cock up her ass as hard as he could was flipping her switch like nothing else could.

  So he pulled back out and then jackhammered back in again.

  Drea shifted her hips restlessly even though it barely mattered. David and Jonathan were in control of this fuck. Jonathan had his hands under her thighs, dragging her into him every time he lunged forward, sandwiching her against David until they’d developed a natural rhythm, thrusting together and retreating together.

  Which pissed David the hell off. Because they were always like this. Over the years, they’d developed such a natural working relationship. Jonathan was his right-hand man. But what, he’d been harboring these feelings for how long? Second-guessing everything David did? Secretly thinking that what? He could do it better? Ha. David would love to see that. Jonathan would crack within a fucking week.

  David grunted as he shoved in harder than he had yet, glaring at Jonathan over Drea’s shoulder.

  Only to find Jonathan glaring right back. Together they rammed in again. Each time harder than the last.

  Which was fucked up.

  But then Drea wailed, “Use me. Fucking use me harder.”

  Fuck not fight.

  Was this her plan all along? To have them fuck out their differences? And since they weren’t gay, they had to use her as an intermediary? Or maybe that was overthinking shit too much and she’d just really wanted to get reamed out. He knew soldiers who reacted to action like that. They weren’t right until they’d gotten tail and fucked out their demons hard. Just because Drea was a chick didn’t mean she had to be any different.

  “I had to get as many batteries as I could,” David growled after they’d both thrust in, bottomed out in Drea. David reached around and gripped Jonathan’s forearm, holding him there. “We had to have them for the anti-aircraft artillery. The ones we had weren’t reliable and I didn’t know if the units that even had those had gotten picked up by Travis’s men. The only way we’ll have a chance in hell tonight is if we can take down any planes or copters they send up to try to count our manpower. I wasn’t just fucking around down there for the fuck of it. It had to be done.”

  Jonathan jerked his arm free and they pulled out and stroked in several more times. Jonathan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Fine. He wanted to shut David out, whatever. David knew he’d done what was necessary.

  But no, fuck that. More needed to be said.

  “You don’t trust me as your leader, you’re useless as a soldier to me.”

  Jonathan’s eyes shot open at that. “So that’s it? After all these years you just write me off?” It was clear he was about to pull away from Drea, from both of them, so David gripped him again and told Drea, “Hold him.”

  She did. She wrapped her legs around Jonathan and enfolded her arms around his neck, burying her head in his chest. Apparently she was content to let their dispute continue without her… well, apart from the fact that she clenched her body on David’s cock, and he’d bet on Jonathan’s too like she was determined to hold onto both of them with every shred of strength she had.

  “I said you’re useless as a soldier if you’ve lost faith in me as your commander. But not as a friend. Not as my brother.” He reached around Drea, holding both her and Jonathan to him. “We’re family now more than ever. That’s what this means. That’s what Drea’s giving us.”

  He leaned down and kissed down her neck, exposed now that her dreadlocks were gone. “We’re family no matter if you want out of your post. You don’t have to be—”

  “I don’t want out of my posting!” Jonathan exploded. “Jesus! But sometimes it would be nice to be treated like an equal. For you to explain why you’re doing the shit you do instead of just barreling ahead and having you expect me to obey orders like I’m still a grunt on my first deployment. I’m the best at what I do and I’m a damn good tactician besides.”

  “I know you are!”

  “So stop dictating to me.”

  “There can only be one commander on a battle field. Is that what you want? To be number one?”

  “No. I never fucking wanted that. I just want to be your equal off the battlefield. Not in the moment. I was fucking terrified today. I just need to know that you fucking see me.”

  “Well Jesus Christ, I see you! How much more could I fucking see you?” David sandwiched Drea between them, hugging her and reaching past her to grip Jonathan’s arm. “We’re all but fucking in tandem we’re so in sync. You know me better than anybody on this fucking earth and we’re fucking family now. We’re making love together right now, for fuck’s sake.”

  “Harder,” Drea shouted, and Jonathan met David’s eyes. For a moment they just looked at each other, gaze’s locked, and then Jonathan nodded.

  David knew exactly what he meant. That was the whole fucking point. They didn’t need words.

  They were square.

  Now it was time to see to their wife and finish this thing. Instead of ending with a handshake to show everything was better betwee
n them again, they’d seal it with a fuck.

  Jonathan curled his arms underneath Drea’s, wrapping them around and holding onto her shoulders from behind, cementing their bodies together even tighter. David drew up just as close behind her until she couldn’t take a breath without all three of them feeling it.

  And they gave her exactly what she’d been begging for. They held her in place and Jonathan suckled at her throat while fucking her as hard and as fervently as they could.

  It didn’t take long, either.

  The closeness, the intensity, the whole goddamned day and how absolutely insane Drea’s ass felt around David’s cock—he buried his face in the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder and shouted his muffled release as oh—

  Oh—

  OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST—

  David unloaded in her ass right as he heard Jonathan’s cry of pleasure.

  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck that was just— David stumbled back a little as he finally slipped out of her ass.

  She spun and grabbed his neck down for a kiss, then she did the same to Jonathan.

  David was both sorry when she let him go and glad, because that meant he could finally collapse to the floor and catch his goddamned breath. And maybe nap for a few minutes. Or years. Because Jesus Christ that was officially the best sex of his entire life.

  He watched through drowsy eyelashes as Drea moved over to Eric. David had been prepared to pull her down with him, to make the effort to stay awake and cuddle her or whatever it was women liked after sex.

  But somehow, after that earthshattering fucking sex, not only was she still on her feet, her hand was not only dropping to Eric’s crotch, but slipping inside his jeans.

  Oh damn.

  Their wife was not done.

  Not remotely by the look on her face.

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  ERIC

  Eric was already stiff from watching her with the other guys, but her hand on his cock, even through the fabric of his jeans, had him going hard as stone.

  Not that she was satisfied with that for long, the mood she was in. She immediately yanked his belt buckle open and started unbuttoning his jeans.

  For a second, Eric closed his eyes and let her. Jesus, he wanted this. Wanted her. But was it what was best for her right now?

  “Drea,” he put his hand on hers right as she reached into his pants. Her blue eyes flicked up to his but they weren’t full of her usual challenge. And it wasn’t lust he saw there either.

  Oh she was turned on all right, he didn’t doubt that.

  But what he saw in her eyes was a pain so deep it made his chest ache in response.

  He remembered back when they’d escaped the MC compound and Maya had gotten hurt, how she’d blamed herself and how reckless she’d become. And now with Gisela dying…

  “Baby,” Eric crooned, reaching out to cup her face.

  Drea knocked his hands away, a shutter falling over her expression like a door slamming shut. “I wanna fuck.” She yanked his pants down and shoved him hard backwards so that he stumbled and sat down in the camping chair a couple feet away.

  Which was apparently exactly what Drea had intended because she followed him, turning her back at the last second and sitting on his lap.

  And he knew it wasn’t by accident that she didn’t want to face him for this fuck.

  Because a fuck was exactly what it would be. Not making love. If Drea had her way, there’d be no connection at all. He’d just be a dildo with a body attached. And that was bullshit.

  When she lifted up and grabbed his cock to put it inside herself, Eric put his hands on her hips to halt her so she couldn’t sink down. Especially when he realized she put him at her back entrance and not her pussy.

  His whole body tensed because goddamn did he want that ass. But this was wrong. Without the emotional connection, it was wrong. Not to mention they didn’t have any fucking lube and not to be an ass, but he had a giant goddamn cock and he didn’t want to hurt her. At least with David she’d lubed him with her own wetness first.

  Drea swung her head around to look at him, surprise and fury on her face. “Stop it,” she ordered.

  Eric just shook his head, letting out an exasperated noise. “I’m not going to take your ass for the first time like this. You don’t have lube and you aren’t in the right state of mind—”

  “Garrett,” Drea snapped.

  “Yes.” Garrett came closer from where he’d been standing off to the side, hand palming his cock.

  Drea grinned down at his shaft. She climbed off of Eric and dropped to her knees in front of Garrett, taking him deep into her mouth. Down her throat.

  Eric’s cock throbbed just watching it. Jesus she was getting good at that. But what the fuck? Was she playing games with them? Eric wouldn’t do what she wanted so she was moving on to the next husband? Fuck it. Eric started to stand up but Drea suddenly pulled off Garrett’s cock with a pop and glared at Eric.

  “Who said you could move?”

  Eric stared at her. Any other time, no way he’d put up with this bullshit, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was what she needed right now.

  Maybe after all the shit they’d just been through, this could be exactly what she needed: To be in control. Surely if anyone could understand the need for control, it was him. After losing Gisela, after the shitstorm that the mission turned into, maybe she needed this little arena where she could have total power.

  So he heaved out a huge breath and stayed put, though it cost him.

  Drea immediately crawled over to him, tits and ass swaying and then—

  Jesus! She sucked his cock into her mouth and started to swallow him just as deep as she had Garrett only moments before.

  Except he was a little wider than Garrett so she gagged a couple of times. That only seemed to make her more determined. She dropped her jaw and relaxed her throat until his balls were tickling her chin.

  Fuck— ohhhh fuck.

  Eric’s legs shook with how good it felt.

  She blinked up at him, his huge cock down her throat and he saw it again—the stark, raw devastation so clear in her eyes.

  Oh Drea.

  He wanted to touch her. To comfort her. But goddammit, it would only make her pull away again. She’d slam that mask back in place faster than he could say, Babe, let me make you feel better.

  The next second she averted her eyes anyway but Eric held onto it, that moment of her sharing her pain with him even though it was no doubt unintentional. She needed him even if she wouldn’t admit it. She needed all of them.

  She bobbed on his cock and then came up, releasing his shaft, but not all the way. She bobbed on the tip several times, driving him absolutely fucking crazy.

  Finally he couldn’t stand not touching her another second, so he gave her the only touch he thought she’d accept.

  He grabbed the hair at the back of her head, holding her in place. She was still sucking on just the tip, not anywhere close to bottomed out, but apparently his move did the trick for her because she tugged violently against his hold, back and forth—at the same time dropping a hand between her legs.

  Goddammit that was hot.

  He gripped her hair tighter and she bobbed lower on his cock, letting out a low groan that vibrated up and down his shaft.

  Jesus Christ.

  But apparently she was done with that because the next moment she was lifting off him, spitting extra saliva to coat his dick.

  And then, without a word or a look, she flipped back around and moved to sit on him again.

  Shit. She’d lubricated him this time. And maybe he’d been wrong before. If she needed the control of this, then maybe it was okay. Maybe it was—

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groaned as she sank the tightest little ass on God’s green earth down on his cock.

  Hearing her little gasps only made him crazier. Were they gasps of surprise? Of pain? Of pained pleasure? No doubt she was feeling every huge inch of him.

 
He tried to reach around her to stroke her clit but she smacked him away again. “Garrett, hold his arms.”

  And Garrett, ever the trained gorilla, immediately snapped to attention. Eric glared at the man as he came close. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  Garrett just grinned, the silver cap on his incisor glinting in the sunlight that poured in through the broken windows. He’d put his dick back in his pants and he rubbed his hands together. “Not you I take orders from, brother.”

  Then he grabbed Eric’s right wrist and jerked it behind the back of the camping chair with such force he might well have broken that damn one too.

  And Drea seated herself fully all the way down on Eric’s shaft with what was definitely a grunt of pain.

  Goddammit—did she just want to hurt herself and use him to do it?

  But then he remembered how she’d touched herself and genuinely seemed to be getting off when he’d yanked her hair. So maybe… as long as she didn’t take it too far…

  Fuck. He didn’t like anything about this. Which was why he usually liked to be in fucking control. Not with one arm literally behind his back—and the other one broken.

  But maybe that’s exactly what she needs. Absolute control.

  Could he be man enough to let her take the reins completely? Even if just for this once?

  Yes. Yes, goddammit, he could.

  But did he appreciate having his arm held behind his back like he was a naughty goddamn child?

  He still glared over his shoulder at Garrett. “I’ve got it, thanks. I think I can control myself.”

  Garrett was still just grinning, getting way too much of a kick out of the whole damn thing, the bastard.

  “Billy,” Drea snapped. “You’re up.”

  Billy didn’t need to be told twice, that was for damn sure. David was stretched out on the sleeping bag on the floor and Jonathan was on a chair beside him. Even though they’d both gotten off earlier, they were watching the show, lazily stroking their cocks as they watched.

  Billy apparently had none of the hesitations Eric did because he was already buck naked, walking toward Drea with worshipful eyes.