Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Lindsey shot me the most innocent smile. It was a new look for her. And it made my cock move to attention. If only I could hold on until after this meeting.

  I opened both the doors and barged inside. “Board members,” I greeted.

  “Mr. Glen, you’re here. We weren’t really expecting you,” said Allen, one of the older board members. Allen was an old geezer who stuck to the book for every damn thing, even if it was to his own dismay. “After all, your presence wasn’t required.”

  “Indeed so. But I think this announcement is required. I am getting married.”

  The board members all stopped their shuffling around of papers. They weren’t expecting this. Richard soon dropped in behind me and Lindsey.

  “Something wrong?” he asked, he came in late.

  “I’m getting married,” I rehashed to him.

  “Well, for fuck’s sake. About time!”

  “Language, young man,” Mr. Allen scolded. Richard and Mr. Allen’s personalities crashed every time they were within earshot of each other. Mr. Allen cleared his throat and looked over to Lindsey. Everyone did.

  “Is this the soon to be wife, Mr. Glen?” he asked with a mild smile.

  “Yes. Her name is Lindsey Wilson. Come here dear, don’t be shy.”

  Lindsey walked up next to me and took a deep breath.

  “Hello, I’m Lindsey. Um. I…” she was getting lost for words. “I’m going to be Gordon’s wife. I don’t look like the type, but I love this man very much.”

  I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her back.

  Richard was delighted. He took a seat and reclined all the way back, throwing his feet on the table.

  “Young man,” Mr. Allen warned, “feet off the table.”

  Richard rolled his eyes and laughed. He probably liked getting on old man Allen’s nerves.

  Ms. Benning spoke up, she was another board member. The kinder type.

  “Mr. Glen. Have you done the paperwork necessary for marriage, yet?”

  “No. I ask that you give me time—”

  “You get forty-eight hours. That was the time you were given in your father’s terms,” Mr. Allen said.

  “Good. It’ll be done tomorrow.”

  Mr. Allen melted into a better mood. “I’m glad you’re staying with us, Gordon. No one else can run this company the way you do. Your father would be proud.”

  The rest of the board members agreed, sharing warm smiles and sipping their water.

  “Now then, is there anything else that needs my attention before my fiancé and I leave?”

  The members looked at each other and shook their heads.

  “I’m afraid not, boss,” Ms. Benning said.

  “Then have a good night. I will see many of you tomorrow.”

  I took Lindsey by the hand and we left the room.

  “Wow, that was intense,” Lindsey whispered. “Your father is the one who made you marry to keep the company?”

  “Yes. He knew I didn’t have much of a social life. And he wanted to make sure I had a family vibe going on somehow.”

  Richard came running out the doors behind us. “Gordon! Wait!”

  “What’s wrong?”

  Richard caught his breath and smiled. “I just wanted to say congratulations to you two. And Lindsey?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” he said, shaking her hand. “Gordon couldn’t have picked anyone better.”

  “I should be thanking you. You gave me that kick I needed.”

  I butted in. “Wait, am I missing something here?” What were they talking about?

  Lindsey explained, “Richard found me at the club. He told me what happened and to go talk to Eliza to get confirmation of the truth. So, I did.”

  “Thank you, Richard. You’ve been nothing but an excellent friend.”

  “Aw, come on. You know I got your back.” The elevator bell rung, and the doors swept open. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds go. I have a wife to tend to myself.”

  Richard walked off and we got into the elevator. Lindsey sat down on the cushions that bordered the wall for our descent back down.

  “I can’t wait to tell Stacy and Willow. They’re gonna flip.”

  Lindsey took out her phone, but groaned when she saw she had no service in the elevator. “Oh, come on, how come there’s no service.”

  “I have a phone built into the elevator for casual use…” I pointed out.

  “I’m good. I’ll wait. Because I need to get my thoughts for the wedding straight. And I’m already thinking of several places to hold it at.”

  The elevator reached the bottom and we walked over to the Ferrari.

  “Is it out of the country?” I asked.

  “No way. Right here. Jet lag will make the after-party suck,” she chuckled.

  I helped her with the door and Lindsey slipped inside elegantly. Red hair, red car. This car was practically destined for her.

  The car looked good with her in it.

  After getting all buckled in, I turned to Lindsey and held her hand that had the huge ass rock I bought for her.

  “Wanna turn it on?”

  “I thought you were already turned on,” she purred.

  “Not me, the car.”

  “Oh, come on, it was a joke. I know, I’m bad at them.”

  I placed her hand on the button. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”

  She pressed it and held down onto it for the motor to growl to life.

  “Wow, that sound. It’s music to my ears.”

  “Yes, it is. So is your voice.”

  “Get me to the bedroom, you haven’t heard anything yet.”

  Chapter Eleven – Lindsey

  “Hey, this isn’t my place?” I said, looking up at the huge house we were riding up to from the street. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was pretty damn close.

  “Oh? I thought it was,” Gordon said, rubbing my thigh.

  “It isn’t.”

  “It is now.” It hit me. I was to be his wife. We would share everything now. And that small one-bedroom apartment was going to be a thing of the past. Now I was being whisked off to this…castle. Gordon parked, and I finally got the hang of getting out of this car without feeling and looking like an idiot.

  “Wow. This is beautiful. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, you never took me to your home before.”

  “You’re the one who wanted to be mysterious and keep this a fling when we first met,” Gordon reminded me with a sly grin.

  He took out the keys for his home and unlocked the doors. Warm lights turned on and revealed a fantastic main floor. The chandelier was the icing on the cake.

  “This is like a dream. Wow. Now I finally know what it’s like to be in Willow or Stacy’s shoes.”

  I was almost afraid of taking another step. This place was fantastic. Every wall had a painting, and it was carved with decorations.

  “Make yourself at home,” Gordon said, putting his jacket up on a rack by the door. It was funny to see that no matter how fancy his place was, he still had something simple like a coat rack by the door.

  “I don’t even know about how to adjust to this.” I took a few steps forward and held myself. This was very surreal. I was soon to be Mrs. Glen. This house was going to be a new part of my life, and the lifestyle that went along with it.

  “You will. Trust me,” Gordon promised, cupping my waist with his hand. The warmth of his touch and the assurance in his voice put me at ease and I rested my head on his chest. There was one way, and one way only to break in a new home.

  “Show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out later.”

  I loosened Gordon’s tie. He wasted no time hiking me over his shoulder and marching up to the bedroom. I bounced up and down with each step he took and chuckled all the way upstairs. He made me feel lighter than I thought I was. But with his muscles, that wasn’t going to be hard to do.

  Hell, he could probably
lift up his car with one hand if he wanted to.

  When we got upstairs, he took me down a hall. It was comfy, and done up nicely, but his bedroom? That was a different world. It was the most comfortable place I’d ever seen. The carpet was especially plush, and his scent dominated the air.

  “Gonna get naked for me?” he asked, throwing me down onto his bed. God, it felt like a fucking cloud cut from the clouds of Heaven itself.

  “Hell yeah. Unless you had other ideas?” I began to peel at my straps to get this dress off of me.

  “No, no, go ahead,” he urged, undoing his slacks. His cock was already pressed against his boxers. That had to be painful. Deliciously painful. And it was all my fault. Heh, I liked that.

  I threw my dress to the side and Gordon helped rip off my bra and thong.

  “You’re so perfect. Skin smooth as silk, and your pussy, it has a death grip that can keep a man cumming.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing them back up to my nipples. He grazed his fingers across them and their hardness was activated, pulling the tender skin around the areola. I arched my back for more.

  “Then what’re you waiting for. This isn’t the time for foreplay,” I said, reaching the back of his neck.

  “Wait, I want to taste you first,” Gordon said, going down my body and kissing all along the way.

  He trailed his lips all the way down until he got to my tender hot core.

  His tongue flicked over my pussy and a shiver rocked my spine. Gordon took his time eating me out, making me suffer and begging to cum.

  “Ahh! Ah, Gordon, right there,” I begged, my breathing ragged and deep. I squirmed around his bed, grabbing at random parts of his sheets and wrapping my legs around his neck.

  “You’re so sweet down here. Your taste can’t be matched,” he muffled against my pussy, sending me over the top.

  “Damn it, Gordon, fuck me,” I demanded. His eyes flickered up to mine and he met my demands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—ahh!” The hardness of his cock pierced my pussy’s hot dripping flesh, tunneling its way down until it couldn’t go any further.

  Gordon hissed as I gave him that wonderful pussy grip of death as he thrusted hard into me.

  “Give me your baby, I want to have your baby,” I moaned as he fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced up and down to the rhythm and I pinched my nipples to add to the pleasure. Gordon noticed and helped me out with the other breast, pinching the other nipple as he drilled me.

  “Good, I want my seed to grow inside of you,” he grunted.

  Soon he filled me up with his juices and left me limp as a noodle, soaked in sweat on his bed.

  He fell down next to me and chuckled dryly. “You’re going to be pregnant.”

  “I bet so. Maybe even with triplets,” I breathed out, catching my breath.

  ***

  The morning came, and I snuck off into the shower before Gordon got up. I kept thinking about where to host the wedding. Today we had to make things official, meaning I owed it to Stacy and Willow to let them know.

  “Lindsey?” Gordon came into the bathroom naked and looking for me.

  “Hey, I’m in this huge ass shower of yours.”

  “Ah, let me join you.” Gordon yawned and slapped his feet as he walked over to me in his huge shower room. That was what I called it. A huge shower room. This thing had enough room to hold about ten people.

  “Sure, jump in, husband.” I slid the black glass door to the side to let him in.

  “Not gonna call me ‘rich guy’, anymore?” he asked, soaping up a loofah.

  “I think hubs is much better.”

  Epilogue

  Lindsey

  This was it.

  I couldn’t fucking believe it.

  I was a housewife now. An ex-stripper.

  I stood at the entrance of Bar Seven, in my wedding dress, looking at my husband, surrounded by new and old friends. The whole place was done up in flowers and still had that bar vibe going for it. All the workers were invited, including my other fellow strippers that worked alongside me. Even Eliza came to see the wedding. Me and Gordon were going to go down as one of her most successful relationship stories.

  Remember that traditional wedding music? Yeah, no. Not at this wedding.

  I nodded my head and the music began. I danced down the aisle in my dress that was a cute asymmetrical cut. Long as hell in the back, but raised in the front. Even my fishnet stockings were showing.

  “Wow, all the weddings, huh?” Stacy said to me as I approached.

  “I know, right?”

  Willow was our officiant, and she stood proudly on stage with her bible.

  Willow cleared her throat.

  “Gordon, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  Gordon smiled, “Yes.”

  “And Lindsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  Willow turned to Gordon. “Well, hurry up, you may kiss the bride!”

  We kissed, and everyone cheered.

  That was when I learned, love doesn’t need permission to come into your life. It will walk up into your shit whether you invite it in or not. In the end, you are going to thank your lucky stars that it did.

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  Mountain Man’s Baby: A Billionaire And Virgin Romance

  Copyright © 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Sizzling Hot Reads.

  Chapter 1 – Darren

  The chilly mountain air felt refreshing as it breezed past me, tussling my hair and threatening to push me over with each powerful blow. As strong as it was, I welcomed the brisk gusts of wind that reminded me that I was still alive.

  I never imagined that I would be so content, living all alone off in the mountains, away from civilization. It’s funny how one single event can alter the course of your life in an instant.

  Sitting on the deck on the back of my house, I looked out at the majestic, snow-covered mountain peaks far off in the distance. It was like watching a movie that had been paused on a frozen frame. Nothing moved despite the wind billowing all around. In fact, other than the wind, there was a calm silence that permeated the air all around me.

  I sat back and closed my eyes, letting my mind drift like the dry tree branches were drifting in the wind. I almost jumped out of my chair when my phone, which was sitting on my lap, began to vibrate.

  Guess I can’t get a fucking moment of peace, even when I try, I thought.

  When I looked at the caller ID, my heart sank and I let out an involuntary groan. I thought about letting it go to voicemail, but I knew from my past bad habit of ignoring phone calls that that would only lead to an endless barrage of calls and messages until I answered, so I decided that it would be better for me to just get it over with and answer the phone.

  “Hi, Harlow,” I answered, dryly.

  “Hey, Darren. God, it’s good to hear your voice again. How have you been?”

  “Been good. What’s up?” I asked, curtly.

  “I just wanted to know how everything was going for you,” he said. “I’ve been trying to reach out to all of the guys who were treated by Dr. Davis. I’ve been trying to reach you guys ever since he treated me. What he did was wrong and his victims need to band together and support each other and make him pay…”

  I chuckled at the irony of his word choice. He definitely did pay, alright. In fact, the house that I was living in was part of the payment that I got from him after he was brought up on fraud charges.

  I remember it like it was yesterday. My phone rang and it was a call from Dr. Davis’ attorney wanting to offer me a hefty settlement in exchange for my silence and an agr
eement not to sue him.

  I was depressed. I was convinced that I could never have a normal life again. I felt that the accident and treatment by Dr. Davis made me look like a monster, a freak of nature meant to star in some horror movie. I did the calculations and determined that the amount of money that Dr. Davis was agreeing to give me was enough for me to live out the rest of my existence in quiet solitude, away from people who might mock or shudder in horror at the sight of my face.

  So, I jumped at the offer and never looked back. Then, I made some wise investments with the money, backing some tech startups that a friend of mine who owns a venture capitalist firm advised me to support, and the money grew even more. Soon, I had more money than I even knew what to do with.

  Therefore, I didn’t like Harlow’s choice of the word “victim,” either. I was no goddamn victim. I’m Darren King, and I could survive anything. Could, and have. Sure, I have some emotional and physical scars to prove it, but, I wasn’t one to sit around at some support group and moan about my condition— if that’s what Harlow was getting at.

  I was someone who knew how to face my problems head on and take action to improve things. I couldn’t change the past but I could damn well make sure my present and future were as good as they could be despite it.

  So, this phone conversation that I was having with Harlow was an annoyance that I would rather not have to deal with. Plus, I could risk violating the settlement agreement I had made with Dr. Davis if I said too much.

  “Hey, look, man,” I said. “I understand that things turned out badly for us. I really do. But, I finally have some peace and a chance at somewhat of a normal life. I made my home in the mountains, away from the prying eyes of people and I am very happy here. I came here to escape people. I really don’t want to talk to anyone.”

  “I know what you mean,” Harlow insisted, “but Dr. Davis shouldn’t be able to get away with what he did to us. If it weren’t for him, you might not feel like you don’t have a place in normal society. He ruined our lives and we need to stand up together to make sure that he doesn’t ruin any more.”

  “Hey, man, why can’t you take the hint?” I asked through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to talk to anyone. And that includes you. I work hard every day to try to forget that day that our helicopter went down, so I don’t need you calling to remind me exactly how much my life has been ruined.”