Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  “Oh, I hope they’re okay,” I said, my priorities suddenly switching to the bunnies. I loved cute, fluffy little bunnies. I mean, who didn’t? “The maintenance guys won’t run over them, will they?”

  “Ah, no,” assured Clayton. “I actually mentioned it to them. They said the little guys just run away when they hear the leaf blowers.”

  “Good,” I said, relieved.

  I couldn’t believe this guy was so perfect he actually noticed and cared about the well being of small animals.

  “Why don’t I show you to your desk and along the way, I can give you a tour?”

  “Great, thanks Mr. Plemmons.”

  “Please, you’re going to be my assistant, you can call me Clayton. We’re pretty informal here at Dunthrup.”

  “Thanks…Clayton.”

  I said his name like it was sacred. I couldn’t help but be in awe of pretty much everything about him. I couldn’t believe this handsome guy was my new boss.

  When we got inside, Clayton gave me a tour of Dunthrup. They were a supplier of engine parts for jet airplanes that were both commercial and military. Most of what Clayton did was deal with suppliers, vendors and clients, but a big part was the endless paperwork that the government seemed to have.

  I had done some work as a secretary in a similar job, so I was no stranger to it and I guessed that was why they hired me. In fact, organizing was my strong suit, and I began to be glad it was, since I was dealing with my meth addicted, now ex boyfriend and I had to find a place to live. I tried to tell myself not to think about my predicament too much and to instead try to concentrate on work. Clayton was a welcome distraction from my predicament, but he sure made the concentrating on work part hard.

  The office was pretty spacious. As Clayton’s assistant, my desk wasn’t too shabby either. There was a state of the art PC, phone system, coffee maker—pretty much everything you’d expect.

  But even though Clayton was my boss, he didn’t make me feel like I worked for him. I felt like I was going to work with him. And he seemed to genuinely like me. There were sparks in the air. A tension. But at the same time, it was just easy-breezy being around him.

  The morning passed quickly. I reorganized files, got a password to get on the computer system from the IT department, took a few messages and checked on some bills of lading. Clayton even showed me the company cafeteria and we shared a lunch in the break room not far from the rest of our coworkers. Clayton introduced me around. We finished lunch and then headed back to his office to finish out the day.

  “What are you thinking of Dunthrup, so far?” he asked.

  “God, it’s just great,” I said, genuinely meaning it. “Will there be opportunities for overtime?”

  “Wow, you don’t mess around,” said Clayton, mildly impressed.

  “Well, I just need the money.”

  Realizing how that sounded, I stopped Clayton before he walked back into his office.

  “Not because I’m in debt or anything,” I quickly added. “My living arrangement is— well, I’m moving. Suddenly.”

  “Oh.” Clayton sounded mildly concerned. “You get flooded out or something?”

  “I shouldn’t—It’s my problem, not yours. It’s fine.”

  Clayton touched my arm out of concern, but there was electricity there. We both felt it. He pulled his hand away suddenly.

  “Sorry, I just—I just like to help,” he said. “I have a friend that owns an apartment complex. I could make some calls.”

  I couldn’t help it. He was being so nice and the whole situation with Jared was just tearing me up inside. The tears threatened to well, just beneath the surface, and it was all I could do to hold them back.

  “I’m sorry,” I said.

  “What’s wrong? It’s fine; you can tell me. I promise it won’t impact your job here.”

  “I think my boyfriend—whom I live with—I think he’s an addict and now I know he’s dealing—I just have to get out of there. I can’t even believe I’m saying this, or that it happened. We had it out this morning—I never thought I would be in this situation.”

  Clayton became serious. “No one should have to live that way,” he vowed. “We’re going to get you a new place by day’s end.”

  “Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine until I can find a place,” I assured him. I wasn’t sure who he was referring to as “we’re” but I was more focused on gaining control of the situation. Or at least, what little control I could.

  “No, you’re not,” he said. “Personal story? I grew up in a household with addiction. I know it’s no picnic. My brother and I—our parents—man, it’s hard to even talk about. But let’s just say it was hell sometimes.”

  Clayton looked into the distance as he told the story.

  “Sometimes, I’d make a fort out of blankets for us. Carl would cry, but then I would put the pillows over his head, so he couldn’t hear our folks arguing. They both drank until…”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, after he drifted off.

  “You have nothing to apologize for,” assured Clayton. “Trust me. I used to say that to Carl all the time.”

  It was so strange that I was having this conversation with my new boss on my very first day of work. But I felt a strange connection to him, and the feeling was obviously mutual.

  Worst of all, I found myself turned on by him, too. Sure, there was something heroic about the way he was offering to help me, and something sexy about how he was opening up to me in a way that he clearly wasn’t used to. But, beyond that, I felt an undeniable physical attraction and chemistry.

  I could smell the manly scent of his deodorant. I could see him so up close that I wished I could just throw my arms around him. I wanted him to pull me into his big, strong chest and kiss me with his full lips. It had been a long time since Jared and I had been intimate, but I had never even felt this way about him. This undeniable energy and desire.

  It was the last thing I should have been thinking about, but as Clayton talked, I thought about him lifting me up so that my legs were wrapped around him. He’d carry me over to the desk and then rip off the clothes I’d so carefully chosen to wear this morning. He’d suck on my lips, my neck, my nipples, my pussy…

  Oh, my God. My panties were soaking wet. A chill was running down my spine and it wasn’t from the cold winter air outside; the building was well heated. Instead, it was because all I could think about was how much I wanted my new boss to take me hard, fast and right here at my new job, on my very first day.

  Today was not at all turning out to be how I thought it was going to be. Things were looking much, much better.

  Chapter 5 – Clayton

  Damn it, Clayton, what have you gotten yourself into? This woman walks into your life and the company you helped build, and you just fucking fall for her? Just like that? What is wrong with you?

  I couldn’t help having these thoughts as I talked to Mandy. I couldn’t understand what I was even doing. I would have just ignored any other new hire’s sad sob story, but this girl is so different. So real.

  Am I crossing a line here? Do bosses do what I’m doing? They do, right? Sure. I’m helping her get a new place. It’s a relocation package. Yeah, that’s it. That’s all I’m doing. And I can’t help it that she makes my dick hard and it’s obvious she likes me too. I can’t help it that I take what I want, and what I want right now is her.

  “Has this guy hurt you?” I asked. “I mean, physically?”

  “No,” said Mandy. “Nothing like that. But the risks he takes. I’m afraid to go back to the house. I honestly am.”

  She leaned in close to whisper. I could see her ample cleavage under her jacket. Her perfume wafted over me—a scent of cinnamon mixed with apples, perfect for the holiday season—and I could feel my cock getting even harder. I hugged her, which didn’t help.

  “Your boyfriend is a fool,” I told her. “He’s risking everything. Worse, he’s risking you. If you were my girlfriend, I would only ma
ke you feel like the most special woman in the world.”

  “You would?”

  “Of course. You deserve it.”

  For a moment, we were lost in each other’s eyes. There was a spark there. I could tell she was feeling it. And maybe she was feeling the bulge in my pants, too. She seemed to be digging it.

  Most girls did, but I couldn’t believe my luck—that this girl who had so completely overwhelmed me was obviously feeling the same way about me. She didn’t seem to think it was worrisome that I was her boss. Perhaps I could actually fuck her.

  Don’t go there, not even in your mind or you might not be able to come back from it, I told myself, but I wasn’t used to listening to advice, even my own. I’ve never been a fucking rule follower. So I let myself think about all the things I wanted to do to her. Hike up her skirt so I could see her pussy. Dive deep into it with my hands, my mouth, my cock…

  “You know, Christmas is coming up. Perhaps a hefty bonus could help your situation,” I suggested, trying to get myself back on track.

  “Oh, I couldn’t,” she insisted. “It’s coming up so soon and I just started. What would your other employees say?”

  “It’s fine. They get bonuses too. My brother and I do quite well here. We built this company from nothing. Used to be just me, him and a warehouse guy!”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, it was crazy. We couldn’t afford to rent enough space, so we had to work for the warehouse guy as part of our rent.”

  “You guys are nuts!” she laughed.

  Oh, man. That laugh. It was intoxicating.

  And she was right. We were nuts. But it helped to be a bit nuts when starting and running a company.

  “We managed. Carl makes the crazy deals. Me? I take care of things. I can take care of you.”

  She looked up. Uh, oh. Crossed a line.

  “You don’t even know me,” she blushed.

  “I know enough. I know there’s a spark here. I know you feel it too.”

  I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t help myself. I was used to taking what I wanted, and I wanted her. She stood up and walked a few feet away, unsure of what to do. She shut the door to the office lobby.

  “I’m sorry, too forward?” I asked.

  “No, I feel it too,” she said, leaning on one foot and scraping the carpet with her other toe. “I just thought we might need some…privacy.”

  Privacy, huh? I liked the sound of that. Her mind was obviously going in the same direction that mine was.

  “I’d like to take you out,” I told her. “I gotta be honest, the moment I saw you I was struck.”

  “Yeah? And what else do you want to do with me?”

  Finally. I liked her feistiness, and the fact that she was coming onto me as much as I was coming onto her. It let me know I wasn’t crossing any lines she wasn’t okay with. And it showed me she was ready to take what I had to give her.

  “Honestly? I’d like to set you gently down on that desk. First, I’d kiss your neck. Slowly at first, then faster. I would take my hands and move them up and down your body while kissing you.”

  Now she was looking me in the eyes, as she was standing on the tippy toes of both of her feet, since she was much shorter than I was. It was like she was bracing herself for me and I was at full mast in my pants. My cock was raging, wanting to break free and own her.

  “What else?” she asked, breathlessly.

  “I would peel off your jacket and then open your blouse. Then I would reach up your leg and slowly pull off your panties. I would unbutton your shirt and gently kiss your breasts. Then with one hand, I’d undo your bra and pull your bra off, but leave your open shirt.”

  “Yeah?” she swallowed, uneasily. A little moan escaped her lips as she asked me to tell her what else I wanted to do to her. It was clearly hard for her to refrain from jumping on me right then and there. And I fucking loved it. “What else?”

  “I would play with your nipples, nice and slow, teasing you but making you feel good at the same time. Then I would kneel down while you opened your legs on the desk. I would stick my head between your legs and start slowly licking your pussy. All around it. Then the lips. Then I would gently part them and lick long and deep inside you. Your clit would get a tongue lashing and then my tongue would go deep in that tight hole of yours.”

  “My tight little wet hole?” she asked, nearly panting now.

  “Yeah, it would be really fucking wet for me.”

  “It’s wet for you right now. I’ve been dripping wet since I first saw you.”

  I fucking knew it. But I didn’t let on that I was glad to hear it. It was all I could do to hold back.

  “Oh, it would get wetter, I promise,” I told her, staring at her curvy hips and that luscious ass; those big tits with their cleavage slightly peeking out of her blouse. “Then, just before you climax, I would stop. I would undo my pants and pull out my cock, which is already rock hard.”

  That was no lie. I was rock hard just telling her this. There was no mistaking the giant boner I had at this point. Mandy bit her lower lip and then her finger.

  “What would you do with that big cock?” she asked.

  “Once my cock was out and so big and hard for you, I would enter your wet, tight pussy just a little. Just the tip, then I’d pull out.”

  Mandy made a noise like I was already doing it. She began to suck on her finger. Hell yes. How I wanted her to suck on my dick like that, and she knew it.

  “Then, in a little more, then out,” I told her. “Than in deeper, harder, faster. Then finally, balls deep. You’re so wet and inviting it slides right in. Your pussy’s so tight and wet. I’d fuck you hard and fast right on this desk. I’d grab your ass cheeks so I could go as deep as possible inside you. I’d put your ankles right up to my ears and fuck your wet, tight little pussy hole with my big cock.”

  I could tell Mandy was really turned on. Her finger was still jammed in her mouth and she was still sucking on it like I knew she wanted to suck on my cock. She was squirming where she stood, looking unsure whether she should touch herself or me or both. It was a hot tease. Anyone could walk into the office at any minute. It wasn’t locked. I just prayed that since everyone had just eaten lunch, no one was walking in to talk to me.

  Mandy was looking at the door too. I couldn’t tell if she was afraid if someone would walk in, or if she liked the excitement of knowing they might. I thought it was a mix of both.

  I had to admit, it was hot to think about us getting caught. She could be my naughty little sex slave, for me to do whatever I wanted with—I could tell from that look in her eyes that she would let me—and our only care in the world would be whether or not someone from the office would catch us. Even then, what could they do but complain that the boss had a pet?

  She arched her lovely hips towards me, as if inviting me in. Her eyes were looking at me lustfully from under long lashes. I wanted to see my cock in her mouth like her finger was now. I wanted her to lick her own juices off of my finger, after I got done pounding her tight little pussy.

  There was so much I wanted to do to her that I almost didn’t know where to start. It wasn’t like me to feel this discombobulated. I honestly had no idea what had come over me but I liked it.

  Finally, I moved forward, ready to pounce on her like a wild animal. She had a hungry look in her eyes, letting me know she was ready too, as if that finger half hanging out of her mouth didn’t already let me know.

  I knew I should never have gone down this path, but I couldn’t stop. I moved forward to take her right there on the desk. It was going to be epic, and I didn’t want to turn back now.

  But just as I leaned into kiss her, someone barged into my office.

  God damn it.

  It was my brother Carl, of course. Leave it to him to try to stop me from having a good time. Or maybe to try to join in.

  Chapter 6 – Carl

  My brother gets into some situations. And he’s supposed to be the re
sponsible one. Needless to say, I was shocked when I walked in and he was about to kiss the new hire. Holy shit. Right in his office lobby. Thank God HR wasn’t here to see this!

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked, incredulous.

  “Th-this is Mandy, the new hire,” Clayton explained. “I was just comforting her. She’s in a rough spot.”

  “Uh huh,” I acknowledged in disbelief. “What rough spot?”

  “I don’t want to—” began Mandy.

  “It’s fine, Mandy. Carl’s family,” assured Clayton.

  That was Clayton. Everyone was family to him. But of course, I really was the closest kind of family to him. His brother, and his business partner.

  “My boyfr—the guy that I live with, he’s a drug addict and I think he’s dealing. I need to get out of my place in a hurry. I don’t mean to burden you guys with this.”

  “Jesus,” I said. “You did the right thing by telling us. Fuck that guy, we’ll get you out of there.”

  I couldn’t believe I had jumped right into saving this chick, but my God she was hot. I mean, I had seen some pictures of her and she had looked fine and all, but they didn’t do her justice compared to seeing her in person. For a second I zoned out and imagined taking her back to my place. To have that big, beautiful ass back right up on me and to plow her all night long.

  God damn. Why did Clayton have to fall for this one? I wanted her. We needed a powwow right now.

  “Mandy, why don’t you continue working on those files we talked about earlier? Clayton and I are going to work out some details.”

  “Yeah, let’s hit the conference room,” Clayton agreed.

  “Thanks guys, you’re so great for helping me!” said Mandy.

  Holy shit. Even the way she fucking thanked us was sexy. Hopefully the conference room had some ice water, because I needed something cold. My brother and I went inside and I shut the door and locked it.

  No way the rest of the staff needed to hear this conversation. Even though, apparently, they all could have just witnessed what Clayton just did—or almost just did—had any of them been the ones to walk into the office instead of me.

  “What the hell, Clayton?” I demanded, as soon as the door was locked behind us.