Protecting Our Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Frankie Love

  Noah grinds against me as he nears orgasm, then he’s pulling out as he comes against my ass, rubbing his come all over my bare skin.

  Noah groans, “You’re so fucking tight, Chloe, you made me come so fucking fast.”

  When he finishes, I roll off Ethan. I take his face in my hands, kissing him softly. We just lost our virginity to one another in the most amazing way possible.

  His eyes are heavy, and he runs his hand over my swollen pussy, excitement coursing through me all over again at his touch. We are all just getting started.

  “This is too good to be true,” I manage, running my hands through my hair. The guys are still hard and my pussy still throbs. I can’t wait for more.

  Enzo pulls me to the floor, lying pillows under my head and kneeling before me—ready for his turn.

  “Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”

  I can’t even speak, I just nod as he plunges his cock into my swollen pussy. Wordlessly, Mason straddles me, his fingers rubbing over my clit as Enzo fills my pussy, his cock buried between my tits.

  I’m excited about the titty fucking, and for his come to shower me again. I lick my lips, watching as he moves between my big tits. I’m so grateful that my breasts are the size that they are.

  I smile, thinking I am more than grateful that their cocks are the size that they are too.

  Ethan and Noah kneel on either side of me and take hold of their shafts, stroking themselves as they watch me get both fucked and titty fucked at the same time.

  The faster and faster my pussy gets pounded by Enzo and my tits get fucked by Mason, the more turned on I am by the situation. I reach for both Ethan and Noah and using both hands at once I begin to stroke them in rhythm to Mason and Enzo.

  I jerk off the two of them until they’re so close to coming, their cocks are nothing but hard ridges of velvety pleasure. I want them all to come at once, three guys coming all over me. I want my tits covered, my nipples coated. I want to be showered by their come and I want my pussy to be filled with Enzo’s release. I need all of them, all of them on me and in me, at once.

  Mason is still on top of me, and he reaches behind me, rubbing my clit so nice and tight, and I’m whimpering under him, unable to think straight as a riotous orgasm rolls through me.

  When it happens, it’s insanity. I’m shaking, crying and smiling all at one.

  “This is more than I imagined,” I moan.

  “Oh God, Chloe,” Enzo says. “You’re squirting all over, your cunt is so fucking wet, you’re coming, just, oh yeah…” He groans, coming too.

  I still want more. I want forever.

  Enzo finishes and pulls his still hard cock from my pussy and Mason moves off me so I’m not breaking under the pressure.

  All four of them look down at me, my body on display for them and I know they love what they see. We all start grinning like fools. Completely smitten, and totally in love.

  “We’re gonna do this again, right?” I ask my lovers.

  “Oh, Chloe,” Ethan says. “We’re gonna do this forever.”

  And just like that, I’m flipped to my hands and knees, my hair is pulled back from my face and my body is once again filled with the most perfect cocks ever imagined.

  Epilogue

  So many of the memories of my life are filled with fear.

  The memories I have of my mom before I went to foster care? None of them are pretty.

  I have memories of the foster homes I was in over the years...bullies at school... feeling so isolated and alone. Not being able to trust the guidance counselors who said they were trying to help or the social workers that promised everything would be okay.

  I couldn’t trust them because they were wrong.

  Things aren’t always okay.

  A lot of times things are messy and hard.

  A lot of times things are broken and irreparable.

  A lot of times life just beats you down until there is hardly anything left.

  But there is always more to the story.

  Because those hard times can bring you something more beautiful than you believed possible.

  From the wreckage, a beautiful story can be found.

  For me, I found that in the arms of Mason and Enzo and Noah and Ethan.

  I thought maybe the universe had been playing a cruel trick on me by giving me a taste of exactly what I wanted—and then allowing Jordan to kidnap me.

  I thought, of course, Jordan would return and try to take me from the one place I’ve ever felt safe. Of course, Jordan found me and tried ripping me away from the life I thought I might have.

  But then, like the sun breaking through the clouds, the light at the end of the tunnel…my guys came for me.

  Me.

  They fought for me.

  They weren’t letting Jordan win. They weren’t letting him take what was theirs.

  And I am theirs.

  I know a lot of people won’t understand this relationship. Won’t understand how I can cut my heart into four equal pieces and offer it to each of these guys..., and yet also offer them each my whole heart.

  Each of them.

  But I’m realizing that is what love is.

  It is giving yourself space to expand beyond what you thought possible.

  A heart is just like water when it heats up, it expands. The same is true with love.

  I gave myself over to it, to hot as hell passion, and found out that my fire for these men allowed my heart to grow.

  Expand beyond what I thought was possible.

  “What are you doing, slowpoke?” Noah asks, sticking his head into the guest room.

  I pull the zipper on my suitcase, finally done with the packing. The suitcase is just one of the many things they have bought for me. The most decadent being the -new wardrobe. They said it was about time I had proper clothing... and not just the random stuff I’ve been borrowing from the old pool house.

  After confessing our love, and deciding I would be staying, for now, I thought about getting my clothes that were in a storage unit. I had packed everything away after college, before coming on the trip with Jordan, not quite sure where I’d be going next.

  But nothing I owned was beach attire, and that is pretty much all I need for the foreseeable future. So, sandals, sundresses, bikinis, and shorts are pretty much everything I now own.

  “I’m ready,” I tell him, leaning in for a kiss. His mouth is as warm as the sunshine. “Are you guys?”

  Noah nods taking the suitcase from me and heading down the stairs. I follow him, taking one last look at the guest room that offered me so much rest over the last few weeks.

  Once I’m in the kitchen, I see all the guys’ gear in a pile. Surfboards and video equipment. Laptop cases and duffle bags crammed with ropes and carabineers. Their gear for their adventures all packed up.

  “It’s crazy to think I’m the light packer out of you guys.” I tease.

  “You’re just getting started, I bet after we take you on a few more shopping sprees you’ll be able to hang with us,” Ethan says, smirking, then slapping my ass playfully as he throws a duffel bag over his shoulder to load up the van taking us to the airport.

  Ever since we slept together, Ethan has come more and more out of his protective shell. I love seeing this open, easy going side of him.

  “Hey, we wanted to show you something,” Enzo says. “It’s important.”

  I frown. “What?”

  “A little present, that’s all,” Mason tells me.

  I raise my eyebrows, not having any idea what this might be. But then Ethan pulls out his laptop and pulls up a video player.

  “First, champagne,” Enzo says, pulling out a bottle from the fridge and popping the cork.

  I look at Enzo in surprise as he grabs five champagne flutes and fills them.

  “Really, you boys will have this sugary drink with me?” I’ve been teasing them mercilessly for never having cheat days.

  They say my cunt is sweet enough, which of course
makes me blush wildly. But not-so-secretly, I love the sentiment.

  “Yes, Chloe,” Noah says handing me my glass, his eyes twinkling. “You’re a very bad influence.”

  Mason laughs. “Yeah, Chloe is really corrupting us.”

  I grin, raising my flute. “So what are we toasting to?”

  “We’re toasting you,” Ethan says stoically.

  “Me?”

  The four of them nod. “Yes, Chloe,” Mason says. “You’re the most incredible woman we’ve ever known.”

  “And we wanted to thank you for taking a chance on all of us,” Enzo adds.

  “You said you have had a lifetime of bad memories, but we wanted you to know that is no longer true, Chloe,” Ethan says. “Now there are plenty of good ones, too.”

  He presses play on the computer and what comes next brings tears to my eyes, almost immediately.

  The song in the background is Taylor Swift’s “Love Story”. The lyrics and melody are romantic and sweet, but that’s not what takes my breath away.

  It’s the video montage the guys have made that has me in a puddle of tears.

  It captures our time in Jamaica.

  Me standing up on the surfboard for the first time, catching a wave, with Mason cheering me on. There is footage of Enzo and me skydiving, the gorgeous island around us. It shows me as I swung from the rope, into the pool of water under the waterfall after the hike with Noah.

  There is Ethan and me wrapped in one another’s arms, out at the airport, the morning after they saved me. He is holding me so tightly, swearing he will never let me go.

  There are snippets of Mason making us dinner. All of us smiling around the table as he offers a toast in my honor. In another, Noah wrestles me in the sand, we push one another into the waves playfully.

  Clips of Enzo pulling me into his arms and slow dancing on the deck. There is footage of Noah and me on the couch, he’s trying to me how to navigate the PlayStation controllers, me failing miserably, but him cheering me on.

  Someone captured Ethan holding my hand on the beach at sunset, another of Enzo painting my toenails, another of all five of us taking terrible selfies with a selfie stick.

  But even that clip is perfection.

  All of it is.

  My vision is a blur by the time it ends—all I see is love.

  Love as deep as it is wide, just like Enzo’s mom taught him.

  I pull them into a hug because sometimes there are no words.

  They know I love the video because they’re all smiling like lovesick fools. But that is why I’m so crazy about them. They aren’t interested in hiding how they feel about me.

  And I certainly have no interest I hiding how I feel about them.

  After Mason hands me a tissue, he asks if I’m hungry.

  “I can fix you something to eat before we go if you are.”

  I shake my head. “No, I couldn’t eat now. Besides being an emotional wreck at the moment, I’m a little jittery about the trip.”

  “You’re going to love Tahiti,” Enzo says, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. My mind instantly goes to my memory of him and me last night. Enzo drew me a bath and we made love in a candlelit bathroom, rose petals in the tub. It was luxurious, to say the least.

  See? Good memories are taking place of the bad... my future will be nothing like my past.

  Since our first time together, I’ve been sleeping with the guys one by one, our bodies memorizing each other’s, and I’m learning that I’ve only just begun to understand what sex is all about.

  But I like what I’m learning.

  “I just can’t believe you’re actually taking me,” I say shaking my head.

  “Enough with that,” Mason says. “We aren’t going anywhere without you. You are ours now. Our virgin.”

  I bite my bottom lip, blushing. Loving the nickname for me, their virgin, but also knowing I am anything but.

  “Well, I’m excited too,” I admit. “I’ve always dreamed of going to Tahiti.”

  “And next... we will go where the wind takes us,” Noah says. “That’s the beauty of our job, we get to go to exotic locations, make amazing videos and now, spend our time with the most beautiful girl we’ve ever known.”

  “I love you,” I tell them.

  They pull me into their arms, and I resist reaching for the waistband of their pants, taking hold of their cocks, and giving into another group sex session. They are delicious but lengthy. Every time we start, we know the day––and night––is lost. And right now, I know we have a plane to catch.

  “I better step away from you before things get out of control,” I say, laughing.

  Noah wiggles an eyebrow. “We can get out of control once we get on the plane.”

  I shake my head but know it’s the absolute truth. “That sounds perfect.”

  The guys step back, adjusting themselves, and I feel so beautiful, so wanted, so adored. All four of these men get hard just hugging me.

  I don’t know how I got so lucky.

  How this fairy tale became my life.

  But it did.

  These men have proven they will do anything to protect me, and in return, I will love them with all my heart.

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  “Love stories with ❤️ and soul.”

  Charlie Hart writes reverse harem stories that are filthy-dirty and delicious.

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  Frankie Love writes sexy stories about bad boys and mountain men.

  As a thirty-something mom to six who is ridiculously in love with her own bearded hottie, she believes in love-at-first-sight and happily-ever-afters.

  She also believes in the power of a quickie.

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  Also by Frankie Love

  THE ENTIRE FRANKIE LOVE COLLECTION

  F*ck Club:

  A-List F*ck Club

  Small Town F*ck Club

  From the HIS Collection:

  HIS Everything

  The Mountain Man’s Babies:

  TIMBER

  BUCKED

  WILDER

  HONORED

  CHERISHED

  The Modern-Mail Order Brides:

  CLAIMED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  ORDERED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  WIFED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  EXPLORED BY THE MOUNTAIN MAN

  An Arranged Marriage Romance:

  COURTED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  CHARMED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  CROWNED BY THE MOUNTAIN PRINCE

  Las Vegas Bad Boys:

  ACE

  KING

  MCQUEEN

  JACK

  Los Angeles Bad Boys:

  COLD HARD CASH

  HOLLYWOOD HOLDEN

  SAINT JUDE

  THE COMPLETE COLLECTION

  Stand-Alone Romance:

  KINKY RESOLUTIONS

  WILD AND TRUE

  Stand-Alone Bad Boy:

  BIG BAD WOLF

  Stand-Alone Mountain Men:

  MISTLETOE MOUNTAIN: A MOUNTAIN MAN’S CHRISTMAS

  HEART OF GOLD: A MOUNTAIN MAN’S VALENTINE

  HIS LUCKY CHARM: AN IRISH MOUNTAIN MAN

  ❤️❤️❤️

  TIMBER by Frankie Love

  Chapter 1

  Jax

  I swing down against the trunk a final time before getting out of the way. I call out to Buck, making sure he moves.

  My dog, Jameson, barks wildly as he watches the swaying pine.

  The tree falls with a strong, heavy rush that sends a chill over my skin.

  It happens every time.r />
  I feel most alive when I've taken something, using my own hands, and brought it to the ground.

  I used to do that with women. There was nothing I liked more than fucking a woman I'd just met, giving them my solid wood, something they would remember. Then they could go home to their pansy-ass boyfriend or husband, and think of my trunk when someone else tried to get them off.

  But then things changed. Fucking a woman I didn’t know got me in trouble.

  With everyone.

  And I had to get the fuck out of town.

  I moved out of the city a few months ago, and I haven’t looked back. I came out here, to the dense forest.

  The only thing I miss about life back in Coeur d'Alene is the women. While I find a lot of raccoons in these parts, good pussy isn't as common as it was back home.

  Now, instead of taking a woman hard and fast, I swing my axe. Some guys might use a chainsaw, but I like the feel of the blade biting into the wood. The power in each stroke.

  I take down pine trees. I call myself an old-school lumberjack, but that's mostly just a joke I tell myself. I'm not doing anything with this pile of wood besides burning some of it and putting the rest in a heap at the side of the cabin.

  I watch as the tree falls; timber.

  “That was a big-ass motherfucker,” Buck says, taking a swig from the beer I gave him when he showed up an hour ago.

  Buck owns the gas station and post office in town and drops off any packages I receive. I avoid town as much as possible.

  “Damn straight,” I agree, dropping the axe blade into the base of the chopped tree.

  I pull off my leather gloves and then run my hand over my thick beard as I assess the fallen pine. It will take me most of the week to cut this tree into stackable pieces.

  “You wanna come down the mountain, head to the bar?”

  I don't want to laugh in Buck's face—but the last thing I wanna do is sit on some plastic stool in a podunk bar, drinking cheap beer and listening to Buck and his big game–hunting buddies talk shit.