Protecting Our Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Frankie Love

  Our girl has nowhere to go.

  We are the only men who can protect her. The only men who will ever protect her.

  We are hers and she is ours.

  And last night, when I held her in her bed, I know she knew that.

  “I’ll call the cops,” Mason says.

  I nod, pulling my phone from my pocket and calling the investigator. If Jordan had left the country, I can’t imagine him not notifying me of it.

  The PI doesn’t answer, and I don’t think I can wait. Neither can the guys. Besides, I am not going to leave Chloe’s well-being to the hands of a hired guy. If I love her, I need to take her life, and safety, into my own hands.

  “We gotta get to the private airport. Now,” Noah says, fists clenched. “If Jordan got her, which I’m guessing is what happened, he can get off this island crazy fast.”

  We nod in agreement and head back toward the mansion. I grab the keys and we jump in the Jeep. We careen down the freeway, not caring about the speed limit.

  There is no limit when it comes to how fast we need to find her.

  “Turn right,” Enzo directs. I nod, using my blinker and taking the exit. Thank God this island isn’t too large, and we know where the private airport is, having arrived here that way ourselves.

  In the distance, I see an airplane taking off the ground.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Noah yells, slamming his fist against the dashboard. I press down on the gas, feeling rage surging through me with the fear that Jordan may have already taken her way.

  I keep driving, needing to confirm that it was his plane. The idea of her being with him in that jet makes me ill. When she came to the mansion she was trembling, her face covered in tears, she was so lost and alone. But that all changed when we opened our arms and invited her to stay.

  Chloe doesn’t deserve to go backward. Her life has been hard enough already.

  I pull into the airport parking lot and see a traffic control man. After parking the car, the four of us run toward the airstrips. There are a handful planes sitting here, all privately owned jets.

  And all I can hope for right now is that Chloe isn’t on the one that just took off.

  “I’m looking for a guy named Jordan, do you know him?” Mason asks the first employee he sees.

  The guy raises his hand, clearly not knowing. “I don’t know, man, but I can call to find out?” He looks at us questionably.

  I know we must look like crap. Half dressed in pajamas, just jumping outta bed. Maybe he thinks we’re here to make trouble.

  If that’s what he’s thinking, he would be damn right.

  “I can’t wait for that,” Enzo says, running off toward a plane. He has the right idea.

  Mason, Noah, and I peel off toward different planes ourselves.

  I run as fast as I can. I may not be a marathoner, but I am in shape. I’m a cliff jumper, and I’m used to diving headlong into the unknown. Diving into bodies of water that may be filled with rocks, jagged edges that will slice me, destroy me. Kill me. Some people think it’s ludicrous—diving from such heights, not knowing what’s beneath the surface.

  But that’s just a great metaphor for my life. I’ve always thought of myself as fearless.

  And that is because I have had nothing to lose. I had the guys, sure. But no family—no one who counted on me for shit.

  But now I do.

  Now I have Chloe.

  Now the idea of being fearless sounds ludicrous—because losing her is terrifying.

  I run with intensity and I bound up the steps of a plane, swing open the door, and step inside.

  My heart stops. My rage mounts.

  Someone will pay.

  Chloe is here. Tears cover her face; her muffled cries fill the tiny cabin of the four-person plane.

  And the prick leans over her. He’s pulled off her extra-large hoodie, leaving her naked and vulnerable.

  He’s tied her up with a rope. Has gagged her. He is trying to take my virgin’s honor.

  But I sure as fuck won’t let him.

  Not now. Not like this. Chloe is our virgin, she’s ours to protect.

  I hear the guys behind me and I know I’m not alone in this fight, but neither is Chloe.

  We pull Jordan off her. We punch him, we make him bleed. We slam our fists into his jaw, throwing him to the ground and kick him in the gut.

  I need more blood, more pain. He screams in agony, begging for relief.

  I will give him none.

  I told Chloe last night I don’t trust myself alone with her, don’t trust what will happen when my lust for her is unleashed. But now I know how dark I am.

  I want to see this man’s blood.

  I want his bones to break.

  I want his face to be nothing but ripped flash.

  I want him to suffer.

  Eventually, though, Noah and Enzo grab me by the arms, and pull me away.

  We all started the fight, but I’m not ready to end it.

  But my friends are right to make me stop.

  I know deep inside that I would beat this man to death, if not for them stopping me.

  There is no reason he should have the chance to live when he’s done what he has to my Chloe.

  But I don’t need a murder, no matter how justified, on my hands.

  I look at Chloe, and she’s clearly terrified. And I hope like hell Jordan didn’t already take the one thing she’s held most dear.

  When she meets my gaze, though, she looks scared of me too.

  Scared of how badly I beat Jordan. Probably remembering the words, I said last night.

  I don’t trust myself.

  She has told me she trusts me, but maybe now all that that changed.

  She will never look at me the same way again.

  The guys have already untied her, helped her to stand. “Are you okay, amore?” Enzo asks, kissing her wrists where she was tied up. They are red and raw.

  I need to know she’s going to make it. Emotionally. Physically.

  She nods. “He didn’t do it. He was ready to. A minute later and it would have been too late.”

  Relief floods the plane.

  “Thank God,” Mason says, wrapping his arms around her. He kisses her forehead. “Thank God, you’re okay.”

  She’s crying, and Mason helps her back into her shorts and then her hoodie; he carefully buttons her shorts, taking great care to be gentle as possible with her.

  Noah calls the cops, running his hand through his hair as he gives them the details of what happened. Then he hangs up, reaches for Chloe, telling her everything is going to be okay, and that the unconscious Jordan will never hurt her again.

  My hands are still shaking. Bloodied and bruised from beating Jordan so violently, without remorse. After the cops come and we give reports, Chloe explaining what happened on the beach and what Jordan was attempting to do, we are free to go.

  Mason, Noah, and Enzo head to the Jeep, and I wave them off, telling them I need a moment with Chloe, alone.

  “Did I scare you?” I ask her, my eyes looking at her so intently, my desire for her could sear straight to her heart.

  Her mouth quivers, on the brink of tears again, and I know she has been through so much already. Maybe me being here at all is putting her through more.

  “Do you want me to go? To leave you alone forever? I’ll understand if you do. I became a monster today.”

  But Chloe shakes her head adamantly.

  She is a woman of surprises, strong when I’d think she’d be weak, loyal when I don’t deserve it.

  “Don’t you dare leave me, Ethan. Ever. Swear it to me.”

  She flings her arms around me and I pull her tight in my arms.

  “I need you. I need all four of you. And I can’t bear the idea of ever losing a single one of you.”

  She’s crying, and fuck it—I am too.

  I pick her up, carrying her in my arms to the Jeep.

  Swearing to God I’ll never let her go.

 
Chapter 18

  When we get back to the house, Ethan carries me inside. He’s being so gentle with me, but really, so are all the guys. They’re looking at me as if I’m a fragile breakable thing, and before they came into my life, I always thought I was.

  But now?

  I feel stronger knowing these men will be here for me no matter what. They will fight for me, they will protect me.

  I need to thank them for taking care of me. I want to thank them for accepting me.

  And I know exactly how I plan on doing that.

  After I use the bathroom, I return to the living room. I’m pretty sure I am interrupting a conversation, but when I enter the room, they drop whatever it is they were discussing.

  “You guys, I can never repay you for what you did today, for finding me, for fighting for me.” I shake my head wiping away more tears. Mason immediately reaches for me, assuring me it’s okay.

  I nod because it’s true. It is okay.

  I am okay.

  I am here with them and that is enough.

  That is everything.

  “I have something else to tell you.”

  Mason shakes his head. “No, let us go first.”

  Noah clears his throat. “Chloe, today changed things for us. How we feel about you.”

  “Things changed entirely,” Enzo adds. I look at Ethan and he nods, solemn as ever.

  I swallow, suddenly terrified that things have changed. I was so sure they wanted me, but I am a fool for thinking I mean the same to them as they mean to me.

  “Do you want me to go? Do you think something is wrong with me for dating Jordan in the first place? I know, I was an idiot for ever trusting him.”

  “Shhh, bella,” Enzo says. “That is not even close to what we mean.”

  “What is it then?”

  “We know this started as a fling,” Mason begins. “As a vacation hook-up, but for all of us, it’s turned into something so much more.”

  “It’s turned into something deeper,” Noah says, looking into my eyes.

  “It’s turned into something we want to last longer than Jamaica—to last as long as you’ll let it,” Enzo says.

  Ethan is still silent, but finally, he speaks.

  “What we are trying to say is, this thing has turned into love.”

  My breath catches, tears spring to the surface. My heart? It doesn’t know what to do.

  “I love you, Chloe,” Mason says.

  “I love you, Chloe,” Noah says.

  “I love you, Chloe,” Enzo says.

  “I love you, Chloe,” Ethan says. “And we aren’t expecting anything in return, we ju—”

  I cut him off. “You should expect something. You should expect me to feel the same. And I do. I love you all so much. I didn’t think it was possible, to love anyone this way. So deeply, so fast. But I do. I love each of you in a distinct way, but I love you together in a complete way.”

  The air in the room is charged. So much devotion has been exchanged. I would do anything for these men and I know they would do anything for me.

  “Ethan and I talked last night,” I tell them. “And we decided we’re not going out alone today, we want to have our first time with you, all of us, together. Now.”

  Noah takes a deep breath, his eyes immediately bright with desire. And he steps behind me pulling back my hair and breathing hot air in my ear. Mason laces his fingers through mine, not letting me go and Enzo drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist kissing my belly button through the hoodie I still have on.

  Ethan steps toward me, and the dark clouds that seem to always follow him vanish. He looks at me with so much devotion and offers me a smile. I smile too, letting the memories of the horrible morning with Jordan wash away. And how could I not smile at this incredible, beautiful, over-the-top, absolutely perfect way to lose my virginity?

  Enzo turns his head and sees Ethan’s grin. Then he tilts his head toward me as if giving him permission to take what he wants.

  Ethan then steps forward and reaches for the hem of my hoodie. He pulls it over my head and sees that there’s nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, nothing but bare skin. He tosses it aside while looking at me. In fact, all of them look at me with hunger and desire and need.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” Ethan tells me. As he speaks, Enzo runs his hands over my pussy, Noah squeezes my ass, and Mason finds my mouth.

  Ethan, though, steps toward me. I break away from the kiss for a moment, telling Ethan to undress.

  Then my mouth is back on Mason’s, my tongue meeting his, and we crash together in a perfect kiss. He kisses me slow and he kisses me hard and he opens me up with his mouth.

  Ethan takes my hand and places it on his solid cock; it is smooth and hard at the same time. And big. So, fucking big.

  I groan against Mason as I stroke Ethan up and down.

  Enzo’s mouth is on my pussy. He’s tasting me, licking my folds the way I have been imagining. He is so smooth, so confident, that his mouth knows exactly what to do. I’m dripping for him as he moves his tongue over my slit, and I know I need to get in a different position. Otherwise, I’m going to fall onto the floor as I melt in their arms.

  Noah is behind me, massaging my ass with his big hands, then wrapping them around my waist, reaching up to my breasts and plucking at my nipples from behind. Then I feel him undress and his hard cock presses against my ass. My nipples harden with excitement as I feel his massive cock against my backside.

  My cunt is dripping wet, my mouth is hungry, my breasts eager, and Ethan’s cock is oh, so ready.

  This. I need this.

  I’m not sure of the logistics, but I don’t need to be. The men take over as if they know exactly what to do. And I bet they do; they have been dreaming of this moment since before we met.

  Ethan pulls me toward the couch, and he sits down on it pulling me on top of him. I straddle him nervously, grateful that I have been on birth control shots since I started getting my periods, always finding the cramping painful.

  I feel his cock nearing my pussy and I begin to inch myself closer to him. As I do, I see the other guys stripping down to nothing, their hard cocks ready. I bite my lip knowing things are about to get out of control in the most delicious way.

  I see Noah reach for a bottle of lube and pour it all over his long shaft. Mason and Enzo begin stroking themselves as well as I am guided to sit down on Ethan.

  “This is really happening,” I say.

  “It sure is, bambino,” Enzo says, watching as my pussy is filled with Ethan’s hard cock. I wince, I whimper, but in the most perfect way. I sit down on Ethan, giving him my virginity as Enzo and Mason walk behind the couch. Their cocks are at my eye level. Well, more like mouth level. And behind me, I feel what I know is the tip Noah’s cock running over my ass. He did say he wanted my ass before anyone else.

  But directly in front of me is Ethan. Deep, dark, wounded Ethan. His hands run over my back, over my breasts, and he cups my face with his hands, pulling my mouth to his.

  Our bodies have come together, and I feel hot tears on my cheeks as I sink deep into his lap. This is the moment I have waited my entire life for. This moment right here, and Ethan has been waiting too, making it all the more meaningful.

  He brushes my tears away, cradling me in his arms, and when our eyes meet I fall deeper in love with him.

  The guys watch as Ethan kisses me, as my pussy is filled with his cock. I’m so glad the other guys have been stretching me out this week getting me ready for this moment because I think otherwise this would be too painful.

  My head falls against his chest, as I give into the complete magic of the moment. It’s everything I dreamed it would be, and more. Ethan is so big, just like the other guys. He is so hard and thick and my pussy is filled to the brim, stretching to take him all.

  My heart is filled with ecstasy from the pleasure and excitement. From the desire finally being fulfilled, the deepest wish finally coming true. I look
up and Enzo’s cock finds my mouth as I lean over Ethan. I begin sucking Enzo off as Ethan buries his cock in my pussy.

  From behind, I feel Noah’s finger in my asshole as he stretches it out. The exhilaration of being filled in so many ways takes my breath away. My eyes land on Mason and for a moment I feel bad that he’s all alone, but then I see what’s going to happen. I’m going to share my mouth with both of their cocks. I begin to fondle Mason’s tight balls as I suck Enzo’s hard cock.

  This is everything and more.

  Behind me, Noah pushes a second finger into my asshole, deeper and deeper as I whimper in pleasure, my mouth filled with a delicious cock, my pussy filled with a thick cock and my hands filled with a long cock, and finally, my ass filled with Noah’s perfect cock.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as an orgasm runs over me. Ethan thrusts himself deeper and deeper inside my pussy.

  My virgin pussy that is so ready and wanting.

  It needs Ethan. And it’s getting him.

  I move my head faster and faster, pulling Mason inside of my mouth, sucking him hard while fondling Enzo, then switching them again, tasting their pre-come and letting the salty hint of what’s to come build momentum for when my mouth is coated in their cream.

  Ethan moves his hips, burying himself deeply inside my cunt. Noah edges his shaft deeper in my asshole, filling me from behind.

  My pussy is full and my mouth is full and my ass is full and...oh... I can’t speak. For a moment, I can’t breathe. I’m so full of cock in the most perfect way that I can’t imagine anything better.

  And then a different sort of orgasm rushes over me. I scream out, begging for release and when it happens everything I knew about love shatters.

  This is a deeper, more true kind of love than I have ever imagined. Ever dreamt of.

  This is more and this is everything.

  My pussy drips and Mason comes in my mouth, his cock pulsing in me. I feel the ribbons of his come sliding down my throat. When he finishes, I pull Enzo to my mouth, sucking him hard until he is about to come, then I let him explode on my tits and on my face. It feels vulnerable and gorgeous, being covered by him. He showers me with his release as Ethan comes hard, shooting come inside my pussy.

  My body shakes, I’m coming so hard, and they are too.