10 MEN: A MEGA MENAGE REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 7)

by Stephanie Brother

  Donnie slides to the edge of his seat, close enough to reach out and touch my leg. “Don’t ever say that, Laura. Don’t ever put yourself down. You’re an amazing person.”

  “I’m just Laura,” I say. “I’m just ordinary. You guys, you need someone special. Someone who can be on your arm for the pap shots. And when it all gets out, someone who people will understand exactly why you chose her.”

  “And why do you think that couldn’t be you?”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “Nothing extraordinary has ever happened to me. This is just a giant leap too far.”

  “Destiny is a funny thing,” Donnie says. “But what I know is that we have the power to change our own. Look at my father. He was born into a poor family with a father who liked the bottle more than he liked his wife and kids. He was determined to be bigger and better than his start in life. He was determined to have a big family, but he never met a woman who he could see himself settling down with. He didn’t let that stand in his way. He found seven surrogates and paid for the family he wanted. He’s always had a strong vision and he’s made his vision a reality.”

  “But this plan of Roderick’s isn’t my vision,” I say. “My vision was to get myself a good job in a field I enjoy and find one reliable man.”

  “And that vision sounds good,” Donnie says. “You can still get a good job in a field you enjoy. And maybe trade in your one reliable man for ten amazing brothers!”

  He smiles at me and reaches out to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. His eyes are solemn and beautiful in a way that makes me feel completely calm and at peace. There is a tranquility about Donnie. A serenity which I’ve never experienced in a man before. He’s calming like a deep, dark pool and spending time in his presence is like sliding into the cool water.

  “When I paint,” he tells me, “only half of it is about the physical appearance of a person. The rest, the important part, is about the light a person exudes. I’ve always thought of it as their soul.”

  “You paint people’s souls?” I remember Antony joking about that.

  “Yes. At least my perception of their soul. It probably sounds crazy but I see colors in people, and those colors tell me what they are like.”

  “That’s very spiritual,” I say. “Very new age.”

  “I guess. You know we all see the world differently. The way I see that vase over there is not exactly the way you see it. It’s about the way our eyes comprehend what’s around us and about how that information is processed by our brains. I guess I just comprehend abstract things more visually than most people.”

  “That’s probably what makes you such a great painter,” I say.

  “Maybe,” he nods. “I’m glad we got to spend this bit of time together,” he says. “I thought, when you left with Ford, that you were running away from the rest of us. That you were going to leave without giving us a chance.”

  “I just needed some space to get my head together. I didn’t like the way your dad was talking. I didn’t like the way that my private information was being shared around.”

  He nods and I’m reassured that he understands how I feel. “Where’s your head at, Laura? What are you thinking?”

  I sigh. “I don’t know, Donnie. I really don’t. I’m more confused now that I was when I first overheard you guys talking. Then I was sure that the plan was madness. Now I’ve. . .well. . .you know. . .things aren’t so clear.”

  “Because you like Grant and Ford?”

  I nod. “Yeah. And I wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t expecting any of this.”

  “I want you to give me the same chance you gave Grant and Ford,” he says. “How did they get you to give them that chance?”

  “I don’t know, Donnie. It just kind of happened.”

  He’s quiet for a moment, then he does something I’m not expecting. He leans in to kiss me.

  It’s the softest, gentlest whisper of a kiss. A ghost across my lips.

  My mind skitters. What the hell is going on?

  He leans in, kissing me a little deeper. My lips move of their own accord even though my mind is whirring. This is Ford’s bed. This isn’t right.

  All my normal patterns of thought are so contradictory to everything that is happening I just don’t know how to be. This is the fourth McGregor brother I’ve kissed in the past forty-eight hours. I know it’s wrong, but it doesn’t feel it. It feels totally right. Donnie is gentle and sweet but with an edge of something demanding that has me leaning in for more. It’s a strange sensation, as though my whole being is drawn to him. Magnetic. Inexplicable.

  Mesmerizing.

  That can be the only reason I’m letting him touch me this way.

  Donnie has some kind of supernatural power and I’m putty in his hands.

  Or at least that’s my excuse for acting completely out of character AGAIN!

  His hands are electric, sliding up my arms, grazing the tops of my breasts, fingers moving to slide into my hair and angle my mouth so he can kiss me deeper. I moan as he grips tightly, showing a force I wouldn’t expect from a man who is so in touch with his spiritual side. It just shows you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Donnie is quick to unsnap the front fastening of my bra and faster still to cup my breasts.

  “I knew your nipples would be pink,” he whispers huskily.

  I’m just about to reply when there’s a noise in the doorway.

  Ford.

  We’ve been caught. How on earth am I going to explain this?

  15

  I feel as though I’ve been caught cheating.

  I pull back from Donnie, using my hands to cover my breasts, even though Ford himself had been sucking on them only a few hours earlier.

  “I…I,” I stutter, looking anywhere but at Ford.

  “Laura, it’s okay,” Ford says.

  Donnie, touches my leg but I recoil, not knowing how to react to any of this.

  “Hey…” Donnie shifts back to give me the space that I obviously need.

  “It’s okay,” Ford says again. I hear his footsteps move across the room. “You know how I feel about this, how we all feel about this. Why are you acting as though I’ve caught you doing something wrong?”

  I look up at him, then at Donnie. They both have concern in their eyes and I don’t know what to say.

  “Because. . .it’s. . .how can you be okay about it. This. . .it’s all wrong.”

  I feel like I’m going to cry. I just can’t get past my own feelings about this situation. One woman and one man is how it’s supposed to be. It’s how it’s worked for millennia. There has be reason for that. Ford and Donnie can pretend they are cool with this but deep down I just don’t know how it’s not killing Ford to see me with his brother right now. I’m not suggesting his heart is broken or anything. This is all too new for that. What I mean is that innate flare of jealousy inside us. That need for certain things in our lives to be just for us.

  I don’t believe it.

  My throat burns and I turn away, trying to find my bra amongst the covers. I need to get decent and go back to the other room where I can be alone. As I’m shuffling across the bed, someone grabs my ankle and hauls me, unceremoniously, back across the bed. I stare up at Ford who is looking mad.

  “You’re not hearing me, princess,” he says. “There is no problem here. Why are you being this way?”

  “Because you can’t mean it,” I shout. “How can you mean it? How do you not feel like I’m a cheating whore for doing all of this? I feel disgusted with myself.”

  “Then you’re just crazy,” Ford says shaking his head. “Have you seen anyone suggesting anything like that? Have I acted in a way to make you feel like that? I thought I was clear about this. This is what we want. All of us.”

  “Not Grant,” I say. “He was pretty damn clear about that, and now look what I’ve done. I’ve let him down.”

  “Grant,” I hear Donnie mumble from where he’s standing behind Ford.

  Ford rolls his eyes. “Grant is
a little slow on the uptake,” he says. “He’s always been that way. He’s got a fierce streak of independence and a whole lot of defiance. The more our dad wants him to do something, the more likely he is to resist. Aaron’s told Dad that he needs to change tactics with Grant but he doesn’t listen. The thing is, honey, that you got under his skin right away and now he’s going to need to cut off his nose to spite his face to stand against this.”

  “I don’t want to get between you,” I say. “That isn’t what this is supposed to be about. This is about unity for all of you.”

  “No one said it was going to be easy,” Donnie says. “But it only has a cat’s hell chance of working if you’re on board, Laura. I don’t like seeing you like this.”

  “Donnie’s right. If we’re moving too fast. . .if we’re putting too much pressure on you then you gotta tell us. We’ll back off, okay.”

  When he says that I want to cry even more. My emotions feel like clothes in a dryer, tumbling round and round in complete confusion. Two days ago I was an only child coming out of a bad relationship. Now I have ten stepbrothers who want to be so much more. And for all my feelings of regret and guilt, I really like Grant and Ford and Donnie and I don’t want to push them away. I feel like I should but my heart doesn’t agree.

  “I don’t know…I..I…”

  Ford bends down and kisses the words right out of my mouth and despite all my protestations, I kiss him back. It just feels so right to be with this man. . .these men. I feel so safe and protected in a way that I never have with any other man before. I feel the bed shift and hands moving to caress my arms. Ford has a hand at my nape so I know it must be Donnie.

  Two men touching me.

  Lips caress my shoulder.

  Two men kissing me.

  Hands find my breasts, one from the back and one from the front. Oh god. I don’t even know how to feel. My mind is scrambled but my body knows exactly what it wants.

  It’s wants more. It wants mouths on my nipples, fingers between my legs. It wants pleasure in way it’s never experienced before.

  Maybe it’s the taboo; I know what I’d have thought of a girl if I heard she slept with two men at the same time. Slut. Whore. Maybe if I was feeling kinder, that she had emotional problems.

  Is that what I am? Is that what I have? Issues left over from my daddy?

  Chasing the taboo of fucking my stepbrothers.

  I moan, the feeling of being surrounded by Ford and Donnie almost too much for me to cope with. We’re only at the start of things, the first stages of foreplay, so how am I going to deal with the sex? Because that’s where this is heading. I can’t pretend that I don’t want it. I want it so much that my panties are wet against my flesh. My nipples are so hard from where Ford and Donnie are gently tugging on them. Ford’s tongue slides across mine and Donnie’s tongue licks up my spine and I shiver with the sensation.

  “Are you okay?” Donnie whispers in my ear. This is my chance. My opportunity to say no. We shouldn’t do this. We should stop.

  But only a crazy woman would do that.

  I can’t talk so I nod and that’s enough for him.

  His hands snake around my middle, finding the button and zipper to my pants and getting them open so fast that I don’t even have time to respond.

  I don’t know if Ford and Donnie have done this together before but they seem to be able to respond to each other’s actions fluidly. Ford, helps me lie down while Donnie pulls down my pants and panties.

  Ford’s mouth latches onto my nipple while Donnie gently parts my legs and settles between them. The first touch of his tongue on my clit is whisper-light but my body responds so fiercely my hips arch off the bed. He does it again and my hands find their way into his gorgeous, soft hair, pushing down to seek more contact.

  Ford tuts at me. “Impatient, aren’t you? Don’t worry, princess. We’re not going anywhere until you’ve come like you’ve never come before.”

  “Oh…” I gasp as Donnie licks harder. His tongue moves lower, lapping at my entrance, probing in a way that has me widening my legs.

  Ford moves to kiss my mouth, keeping his hand on my breast and massaging it in time to his brother’s licks. They are like one synchronized person, weaving magic until I’m panting against Ford’s lips and writhing against Donnie’s face. I’m so close so fast that I start begging. “Don’t. . .don’t stop,” I gasp, and they don’t. Donnie fingers find my entrance and push just inside me. I’m so slippery that there is no resistance and as his fingers press against a bundle of nerves that feels so damn good, it’s enough to tip me over the edge.

  I’ve never been particularly noisy during sex. I’ve seen some porn and I find the way the women shriek and scream to be really embarrassing. I generally keep myself under control, but not tonight. Tonight I lose all my inhibitions and cry out loudly.

  The boys don’t stop touching me, though. Their hands and lips go from frantic to soothing, helping me to ride my wave for longer and making me feel cherished.

  Having sex with multiple partners isn’t supposed to be like this, is it? I’ve seen gang bang porn and it’s always all about the men. The woman is treated like a vessel for them to use, but it’s not like that with Donnie and Ford. I’m waiting for them to strip off too so that they can take their pleasure but they don’t immediately. It takes me coming around and reaching the waist band of Ford’s boxers for them to realize where I want to go next.

  “You sure?” Ford asks, grabbing my wrist to slow me down.

  I nod and continue, tugging them down. His cock is so hard that it’s out and ready in seconds. Donnie moves to kneel between my legs, watching me stroke his brothers cock, his eyes heavy with arousal.

  “That feels good,” Ford says softly. He rests back on his haunches, watching my hand working him. His abs tense with every stroke and I think it might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

  “You got condoms, Ford,” Donnie asks.

  Ford nods and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out two. He tosses one to his brother who stripped himself down to nothing while I’ve been focused on Ford.

  Damn. These McGregor boys are seriously hot and seriously hung. Donnie’s cock isn’t quite as long at Ford’s but it looks thicker. He rolls the condom down slowly, eyes fixed on mine. There’s a dark line of hair between his navel and his cock and I get the urge to nuzzle into it. I want to smell his arousal, feel the softness of his skin against my lips but I’m still too boneless from my orgasm to move. Ford is closer so I tell him to move higher on the bed. I think that sucking Ford’s cock might be one of my life’s greatest challenges, but I’m a trier.

  “You sure,” he says, as I go to take him in my mouth. “It’s not easy.”

  I smile up at him, warmed by the uncertainty in his voice. For such a big, tough man, he really does have a very considerate side.

  The first lick of my tongue against the head of his cock has him gasping. Maybe he doesn’t get this much. Maybe Monster is too much for most girls?

  I run my tongue gently around, all the time keeping eye contact with him. I can feel his legs shaking.

  Donnie moves between my legs, widening to give himself space. He takes his cock and runs the head of it over my clit and further down, dipping just inside my entrance, enough to make me moan. Ford seems to like the way that feels because he moans too.

  Donnie continues the slow stroke until I can feel the wetness of my arousal leaking between the cheeks of my ass. I want to beg him – fuck me, give me that big cock, fill me up – but I can’t because Ford’s cock is keeping my mouth busy. His hand has found its way into my hair and I love the gentle tugs he’s giving, pushing himself just slightly deeper into my mouth. The taste of him is so masculine, it’s making me light headed. “That’s it, baby,” he says softly, just as Donnie pushes deep inside me.

  “Oh,” I grunt as my pussy stretches wide. There’s a burn there from where Ford had fucked me sore earlier in the evening, but it’s not enough
to for me to want him to stop. I’m so wet that he slides in easily, holding my legs apart and thrusting slowly at first, getting faster as he gets deeper.

  “That feel good?” Ford asks me, taking hold of the root of his cock and running it across my lips. “Yeah,” I gasp.

  “Keep it up, bro,” Ford says, watching his brother fuck me good. “The lady approves.”

  “Her aura has gone red,” Donnie says breathlessly.

  Ford laughs. “I forgot you had an eye into her soul.”

  Donnie’s cock feels so good I can’t concentrate to suck Ford’s cock any more. I take hold of it in my hand and stroke him in his brother’s rhythm, while Ford reaches between my legs to rub my clit.

  “Oh…” I gasp getting another reminder of how much better it can be with two men. Donnie’s hands are gripping my ass but Ford can play with me too. I’ve never come twice in such quick succession but I can feel it building again. It’s not as fiery in its intensity but like a deep rolling wave, heading towards the shore with the power to obliterate everything in its path.

  “Don’t stop,” I find myself gasping again.

  “We got you,” Donnie says, beginning to pick up his pace. His hips are like a machine, cock so big and swollen that I feel stuffed in the best possible way. Ford keeps pace, his finger stroking me with a matching tempo.

  “That’s it, baby,” Ford says, leaning down to suck on my nipple. At least, that’s what I think he’s going to do but instead he bites and the wicked feeling tips me over the edge. Oh, I come and I come and I come and Donnie’s cock thickens as he reaches the precipice and empties inside me. There’s sweat running between his pecs and a flush across his cheeks. His fingers dig into my flesh as though he wants to hold me close to him for as long as he can.

  “Fuck,” Ford murmurs. “That was sexy as hell.”

  Ford. My mind starts to come back to itself and I feel the wetness of his pre-cum in my palm. He must be desperate to release, too.