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

by Stephanie Brother

  Donnie starts to pull out, patting my thigh as he retreats.

  “It’s your turn,” I tell Ford.

  “You sure you can take it?” he asks.

  “Yeah, if you go a bit easy,” I say with an embarrassed smile. I’m just not used to the size of them or the amount of sex.

  Ford rolls me onto my side and takes his position behind me. Donnie lies in front of me, stroking my face with his fingertips, kissing my lips while I listen to the sound of Ford unwrapping the condom. He’s gentle when he starts to enter me, using the tip of his cock as Donnie did to gently open my pussy. It’s wet so it doesn’t take much and it feels so damn good.

  Ford fucks me slowly, his hips drawing away and pushing back against my ass in a tantalizing rhythm. I want to move too but his hand is gripping my hip so firmly I’m fixed in place.

  Donnie’s crazy-light-eyes find mine. “You can come again, you know,” he says. “You think you can’t but you can.”

  “It…it’s not that easy,” I pant.

  “Your aura has calmed but it’s not going to stay that way for long.”

  His fingers find my clit and press gently and slowly. His eyes stay on mine, the intimacy almost too overwhelming for me to bear. “Keep thinking about Ford’s cock,” he tells me. “How good it feels; how big he is.”

  “I...”

  “He’s fucking you good, isn’t he? Stretching your little pussy so wide. I know you love it, don’t you? Your pussy was dripping for my cock, too.”

  Donnie’s other hand finds my nipple and he presses it in a matching way to my clit.

  “Fuck,” Ford says. “You feel good, girl.”

  His pace is getting faster, each thrust of his hips more demanding.

  “She’s getting close,” Donnie says.

  How does he know? Can he feel my clit swelling or see it in the flush on my cheeks or is he really looking at my aura? I don’t how to feel about that. I’ve always thought that stuff was a load of new-age bullshit propagated by sixty-something hippie con artist. Not exactly anything like Donnie.

  Ford keeps working, the press of his fingers getting hard, the pounding of his hips even more demanding, but it’s Donnie’s finger that finishes me off and the look in his eyes as he does is transfixing. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm with my eyes open. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure it was a possibility, a bit like sneezing, but I can’t look away from him. It’s as though he’s feeling my pleasure; like we’re connected on a higher plane.

  It’s strange and wonderful all at the same time and made even more wonderful but the swell of Ford’s cock inside me, a sure sign he’s on his way to coming too.

  “Fuck,” he bellows, followed by a pained groan that would be more fitting with an injured bear. His breathing is fast and hot against my ear and his hand moves to grasp my breast as though he needs something more to anchor him as he rides his wave.

  All the while, Donnie is watching me.

  And it’s beautiful. All of this is beautiful.

  Not sordid.

  Not wrong.

  Not abusive or brutal. I don’t feel in any way taken advantage of or marginalized.

  I feel worshipped and treasured. I feel pampered and important.

  These men have shown me that sex with more than one partner doesn’t have to be about taking, it can be about giving, too. Just because there is one of me and two of them doesn’t make me the passive party here.

  My mind is officially blown because many of my worries about the plan were based on what this would be like.

  The sex.

  How could it work?

  I couldn’t see a way for me to feel the way I want to about physical relationships with more than one man. I couldn’t find a way to believe that there would be any intimacy, but there was.

  The sex with Ford and Donnie was more intense and connective than any of my previous sexual experiences.

  But where does that leave me.

  I’m now three feet deep into a ten-foot hole.

  Grant, Ford and Donnie. There is seven more feet for me to fall and before tonight, that felt too daunting to consider.

  But now I’m not so sure.

  16

  I wake feeling way too hot, with a mouth that is desert-dry. It’s so dark in the room I can’t see in front of my face but almost immediately I realize where I am; sandwiched between two of the most gorgeous men I have ever laid my eyes on. Their breathing is soft, their arms, which are slung over my naked body heavy and warm.

  Oh god, it’s real. It really happened.

  I feel like squealing because this isn’t me. This isn’t the Laura I thought I was a few days ago. This is the stuff of my private fantasies. The stuff previously reserved for the characters in the books on my kindle.

  I lay as still as I can for long as I can, not wanting to disturb these sleeping men. I enjoy the feeling of safety and protection, marveling at how amazing I feel. I desperately need to pee, though, so eventually I have to try and move out from between them. It takes a lot of careful maneuvering but I manage to sit up and shuffle to the end of the bed. Ford’s shirt is tossed on the floor so I grab it and tug it over my head. It smells so much of him that it leaves me woozy.

  There must be a serious pheromone thing going on.

  I tiptoe out of the room and towards the bathroom. The house is silent but I strain my ears in case the other boys are still up. I use the bathroom as quickly and quietly as I can and begin to tiptoe back to Ford’s room. I’m just wondering how I’m going to slip back into bed between Donnie and Ford without waking them when a person steps out in front of me.

  “Oh…” I clutch my heart with the shock and hear a whispered laugh in response.

  “Caught wandering the halls after dark,” Antony says. “That would get you a detention at Hogwarts.”

  “Harry Potter, Antony?” I would never have taken him for a JK Rowling fan but I suppose all these strapping, good looking men were little boys at one time.

  “My favorite character is Neville,” he chuckles.

  I have a soft spot for Neville, too. “What are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night?” I ask him.

  “Blake is snoring,” he tells me. “And I’m a light sleeper. I was going to grab some blankets from the closet and try and get some sleep in Ford’s truck.”

  “You’re going outside?”

  He shrugs as though it’s nothing at all. “It’s a big and quiet truck.”

  “And this is a cabin with plenty of space. There’s a sofa in Ford’s room. Why don’t you crash there?”

  “Well, I didn’t really want to intrude,” he says with a wink.

  He has a point. Less than five minutes ago I was butt naked.

  “You could have tried knocking,” I say, blushing.

  “And wake up Ford. You don’t know that man very well yet but let me tell you that he’s not a pretty sight when his sleep’s disturbed.”

  “Noted,” I say feeling a little chastened. He’s right that I don’t know any of them very well yet. I scan his face for any sign that he is being judgmental but I don’t see it. Instead, my gaze is met with eyes that are sparkling with what looks like amusement.

  “So, little Laura. You seem to have taken the McGregor family by storm.” He leans against the wall as though he is settling in for a long conversation rather than a quick middle of the night chat.

  “It wasn’t my intention,” I say.

  “I’m sure it wasn’t, but we have a way of getting under people’s skin.”

  His comment prickles just a little but I don’t want to show it. “I don’t know if any of you have gotten under my skin,” I say. “Between my legs maybe.”

  He laughs a little louder than he should, given that most of the house are sleeping. “Well, some have been luckier than others,” he says.

  “Is that what it is? I’ll have to keep an eye out for the leprechaun,” I say sharply.

  “Maybe he should keep an eye out for
you,” Antony says. “I bet you’ve got no panties under that shirt and a little man would be the prefect height to get a look up there.”

  He makes a small subtle move forward, reducing the space between us just a little.

  Part of me thinks I should just smile and get back to bed as quickly as possible. Am I seriously starting to have a flirty chat with yet another McGregor? On my prior actions this past couple of days, the answer should definitely be no.

  “My lack of panties is not for discussion, Antony,” I say with as much disapproval as I can muster.

  He groans. “I was just guessing about that but now you’ve confirmed it, how am I gonna sleep knowing how close I came to your bare pussy?”

  “I’m sure you’ll sleep fine,” I say, but the blush on my cheeks must be showing Antony that his sex-talk is getting to me.

  He shakes his head, looking down at my legs. “I’d sleep even better with my face just there.” He slowly moves his eyes up and holds my gaze.

  “Antony,” I say with a warning tone.

  He puts his hand over his heart. “What is it lovely Laura? Aren’t you attracted to me? Not as valiant as Grant, or rugged as Ford? Not as arty and sensitive as Donnie?”

  “You searching for compliments now?” I ask.

  “That’s not my style,” he says. “I’m just curious about what you look for in a man.”

  “Integrity,” I say almost immediately.

  “I have integrity,” he says.

  “Honesty.”

  “Your hair is a mess,” he says. “Honest enough?”

  I quickly reach up to smooth what I discover is a terrible case of bed-head.

  “Maybe too honest!” I laugh.

  “What else?”

  “Kindness,” I say quickly.

  “I rescued a puppy last week. It was tethered at the side of the freeway. Check to kindness?”

  I nod, not able to hide my growing smile. “Good teeth,” I joke.

  He grins wide and his pearly whites glow in the darkness.

  “Looks like you’ve got it all,” I say.

  “Sure you don’t want to add some more requirements? Good body? Good job? Good family?”

  From anyone else it might sound like a horrible boasting exercise but Antony isn’t like that. The ‘good family’ party he says with an eye roll.

  “Your family is interesting,” I say.

  “I’ve got a bunch of amazing brothers and one very difficult father. If you can put up with him, the rest are golden.”

  “What about Aaron?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “I can see that you haven’t really warmed to him. He’s my twin but we’re only alike in looks. Aaron is much more like my dad than any of the rest of us.”

  “Why do you think that is?” I ask.

  Antony looks uncomfortable for a moment, as though my question has hit on a nerve. “He’s the oldest. Maybe that has something to do with it,” he says in an offhanded way that doesn’t fit at all with his expression. What am I missing here? This family has so much strange history that it’s hard to fathom why all the relationships are as complicated as they are.

  “So, we should probably hit the sack,” I say. “Before Ford wakes up and sends out a search party for me.”

  “There’s about as much chance of that happening as me getting lucky tonight,” Antony laughs. “Ford sleeps like the dead.”

  “Come on,” I say, ignoring his comment. I get the feeling that Antony covers a lot with his flirtatious and cavalier façade. I walk carefully and quietly until I’m back by the door to Ford’s room and Antony follows closely behind me.

  It’s so dark in the room but I can make out the shapes of Donnie and Ford who are both still sleeping soundly. There was just enough space for me to get back in between them.

  Antony looks at the couch. “I’ll get a blanket,” he says and disappears. I start to hunt for my panties because there is no way I want to be flashing my lady-garden at Antony in the middle of the night. Also, I’m hoping it will help me resist any further moves from Donnie or Ford.

  My mind is officially blown and I need to spend some time away from all these men to fathom whether I’ve been dragged into some sort of weird amazing sex vortex!

  I think it’s safe to say that I don’t trust myself at all.

  As I’ve just finished pulling on my panties, Antony reappears clutching his bedcovers.

  I smile at him but just as I’m about to climb back onto the bed, Ford rolls onto is back and effectively obliterates the space I was going to fill between the boys. With his arms and legs spread, there is now no room for me to get back into bed without waking them.

  Ugh. Now I need the sofa.

  “Fuck,” I mutter.

  “You know this is a pull out,” Antony says. He lifts a cushion on the sofa and pulls a lever. Suddenly a whole section of bed unfolds.

  A whole section of double bed.

  “I don’t know…” I say. What the hell is it going to look like when Ford and Donnie wake up and find me in bed with Antony. This is getting ridiculous.

  To be really honest, they probably won’t think anything at all. Maybe they’ll be happy. They all seem to get happier as more of them seduce me.

  “It’s just to sleep,” Antony says. “I think you’re sexy as hell but that doesn’t mean I’m going to try and get your clothes off in this situation. That would just be creepy!”

  Antony starts to make the bed and I watch him tuck the sheet neatly around the mattress and settle the covers into place. Again, these boys seem to know what they’re doing when it comes to household chores. Not sure why I find this so sexy, but I do. When he’s done he jumps in and pats the empty side. I carefully peel up the corner of the blanket and sit on the edge of the bed gingerly.

  “I promise I’m not going to bite,” Antony says, putting his hands behind his head and grinning at me.

  It’s so weird to lie next to someone you don’t know well and who you’re not being intimate with. It’s like a complete invasion of personal space but, true to his word, Antony closes his eyes and keeps to his side of the bed. I curl up, facing away from him and try to relax enough to sleep. After about five minutes, Antony whispers, “One day I hope we’ll be doing this differently.”

  I smile but I don’t reply.

  I guess, the one things I’ve learned over these past few days is that anything can happen.

  I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping for when I come to and find myself wrapped around a man’s warm body. For a moment I’m confused. Who am I in bed with?

  Then I remember.

  Antony.

  After everything I said to him it’s me who’s invaded his personal space. How fucking embarrassing. I start to try and lift my arm away but his hand quickly grasps my wrist and holds me in place.

  “I was enjoying that,” he whispers with a smile in his voice. “You’re very good at spooning.”

  “I was sleeping,” I whisper back. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

  “Liar. I could tell you wanted to get your hands on my body all this time. You’ve just been in denial.”

  “Oh my god.” I try to pull away again but he holds me firmly in place.

  “Laura, Laura, Laura. You know I could make you very happy.”

  I scoff. “You’re pretty sure of yourself.”

  Antony rolls, keeping hold of my hand and putting it around his waist. We’re so close, pillow to pillow and under the quilt like two lovers. Even with hardly any light I can see how gorgeous he is. I don’t even know what to do with myself. If Antony had spoken to me in a bar I would have been lost for words. In this situation I’m a total goner.

  “I can be sure of myself. Confidence isn’t necessarily a bad thing, is it?”

  I shake my head.

  “But you know what, Laura. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. You need to find yourself and accept what an amazing situation this could be. Can’t you see how good it would be to have all of us?”
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  I close my eyes because I don’t want to hear it again. How can they all be so certain? I just don’t get it.

  Antony seems to take it as an opportunity. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, then to my cheek, then to the corner of my mouth. I try to pull back but he holds me firmly, moving back to my forehead.

  He’s so gentle that I start to soften.

  It’s only then that I notice that he’s let go of my hand and I’m still holding on to him like I’m scared he’s going to run away.

  I should try to escape now. I could jump out of this bed and back into bed with Donnie and Ford but his kisses are so soft and even with my eyes closed I can picture the laughter in his eyes and want to smile at the way he’s managed to make me laugh.

  They say that laughter is the best medicine and I have to agree with that. Happiness that radiates from within is a beautiful thing to see and feel and I know that is what attracts me to Antony.

  It’s why, when he presses his lips to mine, that I kiss him back.

  I can feel the smile on his lips when I do.

  I get lost in the sweet, sliding kisses and the feeling of his warm skin against mine. It’s so slow and soft that I feel any residual resistance melting away, so when his hand moves from my waist to caress my breast, I don’t tell him to stop, and when his fingers slide between my legs, slick with my wetness, I let my knees drop open. Like his brothers, he seems to own a map to my body. Two fingers pressing inside and his thumb on my clit is bliss. I should be pulling away. I should be telling each of these men that this is a terrible idea but I don’t. Instead I grip onto him as he rubs and rubs and fucks me with his fingers and, like he has a key to unlocking all the mysteries of my pussy, he makes me come and come and come in waves of completely absorbing ecstasy.

  While I’m still coming down from oblivion Antony gently rolls me over. His cock is hard and hot between my thighs and he presses forward until he enters me from behind. My pussy clamps down, still pulsing from my orgasm and he groans in my ear, holding my hip and angling my pelvis so that he can get deeper.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispers. “So fucking hot and wet.”

  I groan, the thickness of his cock making my legs tremble. He thrusts in an even pace, hand moving to my breast to tug at my nipple. My nerve endings come alive with every touch.