Loved by the LumberJacks_A MFMMMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  Chapter 9 – Hope

  Sweat was trickling down my breasts in rivulets as I scrubbed, washed, and cleaned every corner of the house. I felt like I was moving in fast forward with how hard I was working.

  I hoped that as I worked, the feeling of frustration that I had would leave me. But, I actually found the opposite to be true. The more I cleaned, the more I found myself thinking about how rude Mr. King had been.

  Exactly who did he think he was, anyway? What an asshole. My mother had been amazing to him. Simply my being there was proof of the fact that she was willing to do anything to keep her clients happy, even when she wasn’t doing well herself.

  The fact that Mr. King could be anything other than grateful was really irking my nerves and making me want to say something. Before I finished up the last few rooms, I felt like I just had to say something. I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

  I marched up to his office door and didn’t bother knocking. I pushed open the door and walked right in. He was on the phone when I walked in. He paused mid sentence and quickly told whoever he was talking to that he would have to call them back. As soon as he hung up the phone, the words starting to spill out of me like an avalanche.

  “Look, I just need to get some things off my chest. Things are not easy for my family right now. My mom is the only one caring for our family and her health is failing pretty badly. We’re so behind on bills and my mother is very stressed on top of being sick. I have two younger brothers who depend on her. She can’t afford to lose her job.”

  I paused, hoping that he would say something, anything.

  He didn’t. He just stared stoically, with his arms crossed.

  It got so bad, I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, cry, or just run. I could feel the tears beginning to well up in my eyes before I had a chance to stop them.

  “I’m really sorry! Please don’t fire my mom! She cries and it breaks my heart. If you’re going to blame anybody, just blame me. I didn’t listen to her and disrespected your wishes. But, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that you have a huge, beautiful house and I’ve never seen anything like it and…”

  I knew that I was rambling, but I didn’t care. I had to do everything that I possibly could to try to save my mom’s job.

  “You know what? I’ll make a deal with you. If you let my mom keep her job, after she feels better, you will never have to see my face again. You won’t have any more problems after this with me. I promise.”

  I waited, eyes fixed on his face. His eyebrows simply furrowed as he looked at me in silence. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do. His silence was maddening. Infuriating. And, strangely, I thought, as wetness puddled in my panties, a turn on.

  I had to get out of there before I threw myself at him and begged him to take my virginity. I didn’t even know what had come over me.

  Backing out of the room, I said, “I guess I’ll be going, then.”

  I turned around and headed to the sitting room where I had been cleaning. I picked up a spray bottle and rag and got ready to dust the wooden cherry furniture.

  I wiped away a stray tear that fell with my sleeve, counting down the seconds before I could put that house and that man in my rearview mirror.

  Chapter 10 – Hope

  I felt thrown off somehow for the rest of the week. I kept forgetting things. My sleep was off. I felt like a huge fog had settled over my brain. And everyone seemed to notice it because I kept seeing peoples’ faces twist up in confusion as they asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

  I told myself that I needed to snap out of it, but I wasn’t even quite sure what “it” was. I had been angry and sad after leaving Mr. King’s house, but there was something else. I just couldn’t pinpoint the feeling. And it was enough to keep me off balance. I was pretty sure it had to do with my raging libido. Mr. King had lit a fire in me that I couldn’t seem to extinguish.

  Then, something happened that really sent me reeling. I was sitting at home with my mom, watching TV with her in her bed. It was one of my favorite things to do and it was one of her better days. We watched a comedy and it actually got some belly laughs from her.

  In the middle of our bonding time, the phone rang. It scared both of us. I screamed.

  “Hello?” answered my mother softly.

  She listened silently. I tried to lean over and hear what was being said, but she moved away and put the phone on her opposite ear. I could see her face grow really serious and I was starting to get worried.

  “I understand,” was all she said, as she gently placed the phone back in its cradle.

  She swung her feet over the side of the bed, got up, and began pacing. I really got worried then. My mother only paced when something serious was happening. And with her failing health, she paced even less.

  “Mom, what’s going on?” I asked desperately.

  I needed to find out what was happening, and fast. Otherwise, it was going to drive me crazy.

  After some time, she spoke quietly and deliberately.

  “That was Mr. King,” she said. “He says… wow… he says…”

  “What did he say?” I blurted out, not able to contain myself any longer.

  She blinked several times and then turned to face me. She looked over my face, examining me.

  “Hope, what happened when you were at Mr. King’s house?”

  My heart sunk. I had a feeling that this was not going to be good.

  “I told you. I apologized and gave him the pie, I cleaned his house, and then I left.”

  She looked at me like she was trying to decide whether or not I was lying.

  “Are you sure?” she asked again.

  “Yes!” I sighed, irritated at being kept in the dark. “What’s going on? What happened?”

  She shook her head and laughed.

  “I can’t believe it. Hope! He says that he really likes you and is asking that you come out to his house tomorrow. He says he wants to offer you a job and pay you double what he has already been paying.”

  My mother grabbed my face in her hands and placed a big, juicy kiss on my forehead.

  “Our prayers have been answered. I don’t know what you did, but it looks like what we thought was going to be a bad thing actually turned out to be pretty good!”

  She leaned back and sighed happily. A look of happy calm came over my mother’s face. I hadn’t seen her look so satisfied like that in a long time.

  I went off to bed, saying that I was tired, but it really was my turn to be confused and try to think. Why had he made that offer? He hadn’t said a single word to me as I stood there blubbering and spilling out my guts begging and pleading.

  Maybe I had gotten through to him somehow. Either way, I went to sleep, eager to find out what the next day would bring.

  I woke up before dawn cracked and began washing, blow drying, and straightening my hair. I put on makeup and wore a cute plaid skirt with knee high socks and a frilly white blouse with a matching plaid blazer. I wanted to look my best when I went to see Mr. King.

  When I got there, he was standing at the front door, like he had been waiting for me to get there.

  “I’m so glad that you came,” he said. “Follow me.”

  He turned and began walking toward his study.

  We walked in silence, our footsteps echoing down the long, dark hall. His shoulders were wide and high as he walked with determination.

  Once inside the study, he walked behind his desk and sat down, motioning for me to sit in a chair across from him.

  For a while, he didn’t speak. He just sat with his fingers peaked to a point in front of his face, and stared. His eyes were so piercing.

  “Hope, I brought you here because I need something from you.”

  He stopped and didn’t say another word. I was more confused now than I was before I’d walked through the doors. This man went from being angry at me, to not speaking to me at all, to wanting to pay me double. And now he wanted something?
/>   The nerve of him.

  And yet, I was intrigued. There was something about his nearly silent, authoritative tone that got my attention. And turned me on.

  My stomach did a little flip and I swallowed hard. My pussy tightened, although it was dripping wet.

  “I’m listening,” I said, scooting to the edge of the chair.

  Chapter 11 – Darren

  “What do you need from me?” asked Hope, hesitantly.

  She was skeptical, and rightfully so. I hadn’t given her any indication as to what I might want and, given the fact that we hadn’t started off on the best of terms, she had even more of a reason to be skeptical.

  “Well, I need a baby for Christmas.”

  She got quiet, for once, and had a blank look on her face. I silently urged her to say something. One of the reasons I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind all this time was that she was a little spitfire of spunkiness and sassiness. She was always talking. But this time, there was nothing. Not a peep.

  Then, she erupted in laughter. She laughed so hard for a moment that I thought she was going to fall out of her chair.

  After what seemed like an eternity, she finally stopped laughing, sat upright, and stared at me inquisitively.

  “You can’t be serious,” she said, in a way that sounded like it was more of a question than a statement.

  “As much as I would love to be able to provide comic relief this morning, I am very serious.”

  “That is more than the ‘please deep clean my bathroom’ request that I was expecting,” she said. “I’m going to need some time to process that. And I know that it’s not quite a baby, but…”

  She pulled a pie out of a bag that she had been clutching under her arm and placed it on my desk.

  “I baked another apple pie for you. I’m not sure if you liked the first one or not, but I like baking pies. I just wanted to thank you for being so understanding and not firing my mom. It means more to me than I can express.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said.

  I tried hard to resist the urge to smile. I think I failed somewhat because my lips creased slightly, despite my best intentions. Leave it to her to make me a pie.

  Looking down at the desk next to where she had placed the pie, she asked, “Is this contract for me?”

  “Well, yes, actually,” I informed her. “I was hoping that you might agree to the terms of the contract today, because time is of the essence.”

  She glanced over the contract as if she was trying to make sense of it.

  “Basically, I am willing to compensate you very well for what I want,” I told her. “The terms state that you will be paid one million dollars for carrying my baby to term. You will receive $50,000 upon signing the contract and agreeing to the terms and will receive the rest once the baby is delivered. And, most importantly, the terms state that you will have nothing to do with the baby once it’s born.”

  Hope didn’t say anything. She just blinked a couple times. Had she been a cartoon character, she might have had stars around her head because she had a look on her face like she’d been hit over the head with a mallet. I knew that it was a lot to take in all at once, but I also knew that we didn’t have much time.

  “Wow,” she said finally.

  She sat on the edge of the chair, wringing her hands anxiously.

  “There’s more,” I told her. “Once the baby is conceived, you can no longer leave this house You will stay here with me. Anything that you need will be brought to you. So, this means that you won’t be able to work with your mother anymore once you become pregnant.”

  Hope jumped up from her chair, clearly upset.

  “My mother needs me! If you understood exactly how much she needed me, you wouldn’t even think about asking me that!”

  Hope turned to leave. I had to do something.

  “What could a million dollars do to help your family right now?” I asked her.

  I knew money always talked.

  She stopped. I continued.

  “I know that what I’m asking you is a big deal. I’m not asking you to make a decision right now if you aren’t comfortable with this. I really want this to work out for both of us. Take the contract home and think about it. The minute you sign the contract, you will get your $50,000. I have already withdrawn the cash and have it ready for you.”

  I could see that she was torn. I walked over to the other side of the desk and put my hands on her shoulders.

  “I know that you care about your family and even though we don’t know each other that well, I have grown quite fond of your mother. This could change things for all of you.” I picked up the contract and pressed it into her hand. “Will you at least think about it?”

  Hope stared into my eyes as if she were trying to look directly into my soul.

  After a few minutes, she finally said, “Okay, I will think about it. But, first, let me do the job that I came here to do, and clean your house.”

  It wasn’t the exact answer that I’d hoped for. But I didn’t know what else I’d expected, from Hope. Something random was more her style than some practiced, polished bullshit she thought everyone else wanted to hear. That was why I liked her.

  So, I knew that even though this response wasn’t what I was hoping for, it was what I had gotten from Hope. And I also knew that it would have to do for now.

  Since I hadn’t known what to even expect, I was going to have to take it. All I could do was ask— or more like, demand. I’d done that, and now fate rested in Hope’s hands.

  Chapter 12 – Darren

  Hope walked out of my office and headed down the long corridor to the kitchen. I pretended to busy myself with some paperwork on my desk until I knew that she was far enough away not to hear me. Then, I pressed a button hidden underneath my desk and a TV monitor raised up on the end of my desk.

  I had had surveillance cameras installed in my house when it was built and nobody knew about them but me. Hope appeared on the camera. She put earbuds into her ears, began nodding along with her music, and then washing her hands.

  She looked amazing doing the most simple of tasks. I was watching her from behind as she wiggled her firm ass to the beat of the music. Her red, curly hair bounced happily right along with the rhythm.

  I couldn’t help but admire her curvy figure. And it fucking turned me on.

  As I sat watching her, my cock began to stiffen. It grew harder and harder until it reached up, touching the bottom of my desk. I had to reposition myself. It had been a very long time since I had felt this turned on. I wanted the same sweet release she had given me in my fantasies last time.

  I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, watching it dance and jerk as if it were moving in time with its own music. I started stroking it up and down, imagining how it might feel to enter Hope’s juicy pussy. I could almost hear her moans of delight as my cock plunged in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

  I was so deep in my own thoughts that I didn’t realize that she was no longer in the view of the camera until I heard footsteps headed in my direction. I fumbled quickly to push the button hiding the TV monitor before she reached my office. And it was a good thing that I’d done that because she poked her head around the doorway without knocking.

  “Hey, I’m going to be finishing up for the day pretty soon. Was there anything else that you wanted to me do?”

  Have my baby, I thought, but I didn’t say it. I was hardly in a position to demand anything further, seeing as how I wanted her to hurry up and leave rather than catch me with my pants down.

  “No, uh, thanks,” I stuttered, hoping that she wouldn’t step into the room any further and see my hard on. “But, I wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of your delicious pie with you. Would you like to have some?”

  She perked up right away, her smile brightening my office.

  “Wow, thanks! I would love that, too!”

  “Great! Would you mind taking the pie into the kitchen and serving us? I’ll be right be
hind you.”

  “Sure. I haven’t eaten all day. I’m famished,” she said, grabbing the pie and heading back down the hallway.

  I sighed, relieved that she hadn’t caught an eyeful of my man meat. I waited a few minutes until my erection went down.

  I was going to have to finish later. But I had a feeling the finishing part wasn’t going to be a problem.

  If I wasn’t mistaken, it seemed as if she might be considering taking the contract. I had thought it through and, just as much as she was helping me, it would be a huge help for her, too.

  I walked toward the kitchen with my chest broad and straight. I may get the Christmas gift that I want, after all, I thought.

  Chapter 13 – Darren

  I made it to the kitchen just in time to see Hope shoveling her first forkful of pie into her mouth. She chewed greedily, not realizing that I was standing there watching her.

  “I see that you started without me,” I said, trying to make light of things.

  She looked down, embarrassed, trying to quickly chew and swallow her pie. I immediately felt bad for putting her on the spot like that. But she smiled, breaking the tension.

  “I was famished,” she said. “I cleaned your house so hard.”

  There was a sexual undertone to her words that neither of us could deny. We stared at each other across the table, and she raised her eyebrows. This girl was something else.

  I eased into a chair across from hers at the table where the other plate of pie sat. We ate in silence, the sounds of our forks scraping against the plates the only noise breaking the silence.

  I took my first bite.

  “This is heavenly,” I told her, as the soft pieces of dough melted in my mouth, joined by flavorful spices. “I could eat this forever. Thank you.”

  She smiled, and raised those eyebrows at me again. It seemed we couldn’t get away from sexual innuendo.

  I pushed forward, onto more serious things, dead set on figuring out a way to get what I so desperately wanted.