Theirs to Keep - A Reverse Harem Romance

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by Krista Wolf


  “Holy shit.”

  Bryce’s hand took the place of Camden’s, and two thick fingers plunged inside me. They sawed in and out, slowly and deliberately, while Camden tilted my chin and took over kissing me again.

  This is fucking ridiculous.

  It wasn’t even strong enough an adjective, to be honest. Kissing them was hot. Having them play with my pussy, even hotter. I arched my back as the fingers went deeper, moaning into Camden’s mouth as his free hand began playing with my nipples through the fabric of my sundress, which was already hiked up around my waist.

  “Karissa…”

  Camden murmured the word into my ear, the heat of his breath sending a lightning bolt of pleasure down my left side. I whimpered softly, not even knowing what to say.

  “Taste yourself.”

  His middle finger dipped into my mouth, feeding me an all-new taste of myself. They’d both been doing it. They both knew how much it turned me on.

  “Now me.”

  Taking my hand in his, he swirled my own fingers through the heat of my entrance. My hand brushed against Bryce’s, his digits still buried inside me. When Camden brought my fingers back to his own lips, I gasped as he took two of them into his mouth.

  “You taste amazing.”

  He swirled his tongue around them, licking my fingers clean. Then he kissed me, sharing the tangy-sweet taste of my honey. Dragging it through our mouths as our tongues danced and our lips churned and his friend’s fingers still writhed inside me in such a deep, intimate way.

  “Who’s fucking her first?”

  Bryce’s voice was thick with lust, but terse with impatience. What we’d been doing was amazing, but he needed more.

  “Why not let her decide?” Camden answered.

  They sat back a bit, as my own hands wandered into their laps. They were both rock-hard. I’d been stroking them intermittently through their shorts, and it was long past time those shorts came off.

  “Hmmm…” I teased, pretending to care. Realistically, I would’ve done anything either of them wanted. “How about…”

  I dove for the floor, hiking my sundress up over my back. Down on my hands and knees, my panties still around my ankles, I slid two fingers down my belly and between my legs.

  “… whoever gets here first,” I smiled, waving my ass in the air.

  I expected a double-rush, but it was Camden who held back. He watched as Bryce dropped behind me, racing to shed his clothing.

  “Better to let him have it,” he laughed. “He’s not going to last long anyway.”

  Bryce’s hands went to my hips, his fingers digging in tight. The heat of his taut abdomen felt like fire against the round curve of my ass.

  “Besides,” said Camden, circling around in front. He dropped down level with my face, his blue eyes boring their way into mine. “I like the feel of you when you’re broken in a little.”

  His voice was low and gravelly, but it was his words that turned me on. The idea of being ‘broken in’ made me gush a little. The whole thing was unspeakably sexy.

  “You’re so fucking hot Karissa,” he told me, rolling a hand into my hair. Very firmly, he lifted my chin level with his. “You know that?”

  My eyes were half-closed, and that’s because Bryce was already pressed against me. He was so big and hard, it felt like he could split me in two.

  “I love watching you,” Camden growled. “Seeing your pretty face turn up a little, as you take that first wonderful stroke.”

  He looked at Bryce and delivered a tiny nod. A half-second later, I was being filled from behind.

  Oh FUCK….

  The fingers gripping my ass curled inward, digging into my flesh. So did Camden’s hand, his fingers still rolled deep in my long blonde hair.

  The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.

  “Ohhhh…” I whimpered. “Oh… oh my God.”

  Bryce buried himself savagely, becoming one with my body. In that split-second my eyes flared, and Camden’s smile curled up at the edges.

  “You see how much you enjoy this?”

  The ache in my pussy was going away, the night-long thirst finally quenched. Bryce was fucking me steadily now. His body bouncing off my ass as he dug me out, using long, deep strokes.

  “You enjoy it because you’re made for it,” Camden said gently. “A girl like you is never satisfied. Not with one man. Not one with one thing.”

  He kissed me, and the fire in my belly turned to lava. I could feel it rolling over me slowly, as his tongue slipped past my parted lips. It brought me that much closer to my own inner explosion, as his friend gripped my hips and drilled me deep.

  Three, the little voice inside me laughed. You have three different boyfriends.

  If anything would satisfy me, this was it. If anything in the world would keep me from moving and running and changing my life around, it would have to be something akin to my current situation.

  Maybe Camden was right. Maybe I was made for this.

  Ooohhhh…

  Camden broke the kiss, and I focused on his hard, angular face as he pulled away. I envisioned him in his Army uniform. I could see him riding some armored vehicle through the deserts of Afghanistan, as Bryce had said.

  “We know this because we know you,” Camden continued to whisper. The hand in my hair was against the side of my face now. “You’re the kind of woman we’re drawn to, Karissa. The kind who can take on anything, even the world.”

  His thumb dipped into my mouth and I bit it gently. I held it there for a moment, as my eyes met his again.

  “It’s why we’re doing this with you,” he murmured, his breath sweet, “despite the risks. Despite everything we went through before, and the pain of loss.”

  Camden’s expression went soft. His eyes went deeper.

  “It’s why we love you.”

  Thirty-Nine

  KARISSA

  They were two words, attached to the end of a sentence. But they carried such momentous weight, I came almost instantly.

  Love you.

  The lower half of my body exploded, screwing down around Bryce’s thrusting cock. He gripped me tight, holding me through the brunt of it. Leaning the full weight of his magnificent body into mine, so as to give me every last inch of his throbbing, pulsing manhood.

  They love you.

  I wasn’t sure if it was something said in the heat of the moment, or if the words were heartfelt and real. They were certainly true as far as Camden was concerned. I could see it written all over his face.

  Somehow I reached out and grabbed him, smashing his face back against mine. Kissing him savagely throughout the back half of my climax, my brain spinning, my heart trying its best to suck his very soul inside me.

  Love.

  It didn’t make any sense, but somehow it also did. These weren’t guys I’d just met. I’d known them for a year now. I’d worked for them, laughed with them. Shared meals and weekends with them. We’d labored alongside each other, growing close in ways that had never been possible in a more traditional romantic relationship. And they’d encouraged me. Praised me. Taken really good care of me, when I needed them the most.

  And now…

  Now they were sharing me, in the most loving way. Kissing me not just as a lover but as a woman, and even a mate. And as much as I didn’t like to admit it, my feelings for them were growing as well. Not just as a trio of hot boyfriends who’d be fun to pass the time with, but as three men I very much respected. Cared about.

  And yes, maybe even—

  “I need her.”

  Camden’s words were tense, almost desperate. And he was looking at Bryce, not me.

  “I need her now.”

  The lover behind me reluctantly withdrew. The lover before me took his place. It occurred to me that this would be the routine now, as far as my sex life was concerned. If I were to reap the romantic benefits of having three gorgeous men at my fingertips, I was responsible for satisfying three separate sex drives. I wa
s more than just a girlfriend now. I was a girlfriend three times over.

  You sure you can handle it?

  I shoved aside the cynical voice rattling around in my head just as Camden was pushing me onto my back. He took an ankle, then lifted my leg high over one of his massive shoulders. A second later he was pressing himself home. Pushing the oversized head of his incredible cock right through the slick folds of my hot, throbbing pussy.

  “Slow,” I warned, tapping his arm with a finger. “You’re big, remember?”

  He chuckled gruffly. “I remember.”

  “Good,” I sighed, biting my lip. “Because I—”

  Camden leaned forward and drove into me, letting the sheer weight of his body do all the work. It was scary. It was alarming.

  But it was also pure unbridled rapture.

  “MMMMmmmm….”

  Slowly, surely, he pushed his way in. I was already soaked. Still, drenched from the foreplay, and even more turned on from everything Bryce had already done to me. When he finally hit bottom, I let out the long, heated breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Camden’s balls were heavy and thick, and pressing tightly against my ass. The hard part was over.

  “We good?”

  I laughed, and even the laughter was tight.

  “Yeah. We’re good.”

  He began that slow, rhythmic push-pull. The kind that only guys with really big dicks know about, because they’ve been chastised enough times into getting a girl used to them at first.

  This is so. Fucking. Incredible.

  I focused on breathing, and taking him deep. In time, everything relaxed. My body. My breathing. The iron-like grip I had on his two big biceps, in case I needed to regulate the speed and depth of his thrusts.

  “Hey there beautiful. Don’t forget about me.”

  I blinked and Bryce was hovering over me, smiling and kissing me upside-down. The Spiderman kiss. Just like in the movie.

  “Here.”

  He shifted forward, and dropped his manhood heavily across my face. That certainly wasn’t in the movie. I had to laugh.

  “What?”

  I closed my fist around Bryce’s cock, which was thick and warm and still wet from being inside me. I guided it past my lips and into my mouth, where I found out he tasted like me too.

  “Nothing,” I laughed again. “Tell you later.”

  I turned my head and began blowing him, trying to keep in time with Camden’s thrusts. Or maybe Camden was keeping in time with my mouth working his friend, I wasn’t sure which. Either way…

  This is beyond fantastic.

  I was lost in the heat, the sweat, the sheer weight of being crushed beneath Camden’s powerful thrusts. Of being sandwiched between two sizzling hot guys, whimpering softly as I pleasured them both, taking them from each end.

  All other thoughts dissolved away; the manor and its many projects, the fact that these men had been married before. The history between them and their choice of lifestyle. The pain reflected in Roderick’s eyes, looking at that photo, remembering the past.

  Whether Bryce and Camden still lived in the past didn’t matter, because right now they were focused on me. They were two thrusting bodies, surging into mine. Filling me up. Fulfilling my dream. Answering the question as to what something like this might be like; the culmination of every woman’s most taboo and deep-seeded fantasies, whether they admitted to them or not.

  I’ll admit to them.

  So far it had been nothing like I thought it would be, screwing two guys at once. It had been way, way better. I’d expected the raw thrill of being so thoroughly and completely dominated in every way, but I hadn’t counted on the feelings and emotions that came with it. There was passion in our fucking. Tenderness and caring, in the way the guys looked at me. When they weren’t plundering my body to fulfill their own base needs, they were sweet, even loving. It was in the way they held me, before and afterward. The way they kissed me, with such depth and adoration…

  It was all just so full of meaning.

  We surrendered to each other — that’s the best way to describe it. These men opened their hearts to me, and on many levels I did the same. Even as we physically took our pleasures, emotionally we were forming inseparable bonds. I’d felt it with Roderick during the thunderstorm, and with Camden that first time on the couch. I’d felt the connection with Bryce, wandering the darkened halls of the manor at midnight.

  Friendship had turned to affection. Affection had turned to something… more.

  “Switch…”

  Camden’s voice was so deep and thick I barely recognized it. He pulled out of me abruptly, as if trying to halt some unstoppable wave.

  “Here.”

  Together they spun me between them, and suddenly Bryce was between my legs. He buried himself instantly, wrapping his hands around my thighs to pull me against his incredible body. I had no say at all. No time to react. Before I knew it Camden was kissing me again, holding my head tightly against his heated thighs. His lips were slow and searching, his mouth bouncing along with mine as his friend put me through the paces. My pussy was soaking wet. My whole body was throbbing.

  I was screwed so many times I lost count. Dragged all over the living room floor, and even bent over the arm of the sofa and drilled practically to tears. They stopped fucking me only to devour me with their hungry mouths, burying their handsome faces between my dripping, quivering thighs. I lost track of who was inside me, who was in front of me. It didn’t matter. I didn’t care.

  “Fuuuuuck.”

  The word drifted in with the undeniable urgency of impending orgasm. I was on my hands and knees again, before the light of the flickering television. Getting nailed so hard from behind, I was seeing stars.

  “Shoot it.”

  I gasped the words more than said them. I was that breathless.

  “Oh baby, shoot it.”

  The scream came next — or maybe it was a roar. I knew it was Bryce by the way he bucked into me one last time. By the way he slammed my hips backward to hold himself as deep as he could possibly get, while unloading inside me.

  “YESSSS…”

  I half-laughed, half-cried. I was just so happy for him. So relieved to hear his extended cries of pleasure.

  “Fuck yes.”

  He bucked some more, churning and rotating his hips in a great big circle. Then he withdrew, and his come dribbled out of me. It ran down the inside of my thighs as I stayed right where I was, a hot river of seed still seeping from my pussy.

  Oh my God.

  Camden took me immediately afterward, filling the void his friend just left. He lasted no longer than ten strokes, possibly twelve. Then he was coming too, grunting and groaning. His fingers digging into the supple flesh of my ass as he pulsed and throbbed, erupting inside me all over again.

  Oh my fucking Go—

  My lips parted as Bryce began kissing me, so hotly and feverishly I could only kiss back. Somewhere in the middle I collapsed, stretching out on my back. I was still kissing them one by one, lolling my head back and forth while two different hands fingered me to one last cream-soaked orgasm. I cried my way through the resulting earth-shattering climax, my legs spread obscenely wide.

  Damn...

  The return to earth was long and lingering. It was full of touches and nuzzles, of warm cuddles against hard bodies as the three of us curled into a multifaceted ball on the floor.

  “One of you needs to pull the couch blanket down here,” I uttered finally, when I could speak again. “And the other needs to get some pillows.” I smiled and yawned. “We’re sleeping right here, because I’m not moving.”

  “Oh yeah?” asked Camden.

  “Yeah.”

  “And what are you going to do?” Bryce chuckled.

  “I’m going to find the remote and hit the rewind button,” I told them. “I have the feeling we might’ve missed some of the movie.”

  Forty

  KARISSA

  I dreamed, and for on
ce the bad dreams stayed away. In my dream I had contentment instead of unrest, pleasure instead of pain. For the first time in as long as I can remember I found freedom in my dream. Happiness and peace.

  When I woke to find Camden stroking my arm, I realized why.

  “Hey…”

  I smiled at his smile. We were face to face, alone in the darkness. Well, almost alone. Behind me, Bryce was snoring away like a lumberjack’s chainsaw.

  “Does he always—”

  “Pretty much, yeah.”

  I chuckled, enjoying the smile of contentment on Camden’s face. He wasn’t always so happy, at least not outwardly. Usually he was hard and tough. At times like this though, a person could see through all that. Underneath it all, he was very sweet.

  “What time is it?” I yawned.

  “Not sure.”

  I paused for a moment, considering something. Before I could overthink it, I blurted it out.

  “Maybe it’s time I came clean.”

  Camden’s outstretched hand was still stroking my arm. He said nothing as he continued doing it.

  “Not totally clean mind you,” I added.

  “So you’ll still be dirty?”

  “Oh I’ll always be dirty,” I smirked back at him.

  “Thank goodness.”

  “I just mean that… I mean… well…”

  I took a deep breath, wondering where to begin. Before I could start, the hand tracing my arm clasped my shoulder reassuringly.

  “You tell me whatever you want to tell me,” he said softly. “And nothing you don’t. Okay?”

  I swallowed, nodding appreciatively as I stared at his high, beautiful cheekbones. God, could this guy get any more perfect?

  “Okay.”

  “Because if you don’t want to—”

  “I’m from Concord, New Hampshire,” I said flatly. “I wasn’t born there, but it’s where I grew up.”

  Camden was holding me now, our arms and legs entwined. The closeness was comforting, and so was the silence. He was smart enough to say nothing.

 

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