Bound Together: a New Adult Reverse Harem Romance (Torn and Bound Duet Book 2)

by K Webster

  “Put some lube on your fingers,” Ashton instructs. “This time, use two fingers. And hook your fingers toward his front so you can feel his prostate.”

  I slip out of him and then squirt the lube all over my fingers, making a mess. Because it seems like a good idea, I rub it all over his hole, too. Drew presses against my fingers, needy for more. He groans when I slide two fingers into him, careful to stretch him slowly. I make sure he’s good and lubed up before I curl my fingers like Ashton suggested.

  “Fuck, Bray!” Drew cries out, his ass clenching around my fingers.

  “Did I hurt you?” I bark out.

  “Hell no. Do it again. Holy shit, do that again.”

  He whimpers—fucking whimpers—when I press against the spongy place inside of him that seems to be the hot button of pleasure. I jerk my gaze over to Ashton to flash him a thankful smile when I get caught staring at something I probably shouldn’t.

  Mia’s tits.

  Bare and jiggling, pulled out over the top of her bra. Her panties are gone and Ashton’s fingers are inside of her. Both their eyes are fixated on us. I manage to pull my stare away to peek at Drew, who’s watching them watch us.

  Holy fuck.

  I focus on rubbing him in just the right way, bringing him close to the edge of pleasure only to pull back at the last second. Drew is practically begging for more. I ease another slippery finger inside of him, amazed at how he accommodates the intrusion. Soon, it’ll be my dick.

  “Fuck!” Drew curses. “I’m fucking coming!”

  I’m shocked he’s able to come without ever touching his dick. It’s fucking fascinating. When he’s done trembling, I slide my fingers out and grab for the condom.

  “Scoot up the bed,” Ashton instructs, his voice breathy.

  One glance and I know why. His dick is between Mia’s pussy lips as she rubs herself up and down along his length. He pinches her nipples, making her cry out. Fuck, they’re hot.

  I grab the condom, opening it with my teeth. Then, I roll the rubber down over my aching dick. I lube it up and then prowl over to Drew, who’s still on all fours. Slowly, I tease at his hole with the tip of my cock. As gently as I can, I press into him.

  He curses, and so does Mia. Drew’s head snaps her way. He keeps his eyes trained on them as I push inside his hot, tight body. I ease out and then drive deeper inside of him. Over and over, I inch my way in until I bottom out inside of him.

  My best friend.

  My Drew.

  My soul mate.

  I slide out and slam into him a little harder than probably necessary. He lets loose a guttural growl. I think he likes it. Wrapping my arm around his front, I pull him up so his back is against my chest. He cranes his neck, seeking my mouth with his. We groan as we kiss messily, my hips thrusting greedily into him. I slide my hand down to touch his dick, and sure enough, he’s hard again. I fist his dick, jacking him off in tandem with each buck of my hips.

  It feels too fucking good, which means I don’t last long. All too soon, my balls are seizing up and I’m coming deep inside him. It must set him off, too, because his dick twitches as heat gushes over my fist.

  Holy shit.

  So fucking hot.

  I’m afraid to move, unable to let him go in this moment. We break our kiss, our eyes drawn to the other couple in the room. It’s now I can hear their sounds.

  Ashton’s feral grunts.

  Mia’s needy whimpers.

  Her tits are fucking divine, bouncing prettily as he fucks her. I’m fixated on how red her pussy is as it stretches to take his girth. His dick is slick with her arousal. Strong hands bite into her thighs as he pulls her up and down along his length like she’s his own personal fuck toy.

  No condom.

  Jesus.

  My own dick has softened some now that I’ve come and I’m not in a rush to pull it out of Drew’s perfect ass.

  “Come, Mia,” Ashton growls, smacking her pussy. “Come all over my dick.”

  Drew’s ass clenches, making me suck in a sharp breath because it feels too good. I need to get rid of this condom and hunt down another one. And yet, I need to see this through.

  “Ashton!” she cries out, her entire body tensing in his arms.

  He bites into her shoulder and then his dick is pulsating as his nuts tighten. I watch in fascination as he drains his release into this girl.

  Unprotected.

  I fucking hope she’s on the pill.

  But I also don’t hate the idea of imagining her pregnant either, which is a strange fucking thing to think about with your dick in someone’s ass.

  While they try to catch their breath, I ease out of Drew. I kiss the side of his neck. “I’m going to get another condom. Can you handle me again?”

  He collapses on the bed, breathing heavily. “Give me five minutes to catch my breath.”

  I give his ass a playful smack. “I’m counting down.”

  “You’re welcome,” Ashton says, earning our attention.

  He pulls Mia off his dick and it bounces out of her, still fucking hard. Cum runs out of her abused pussy, dripping all over his groin.

  “Thank you,” both Drew and I say at once.

  By the time I locate another condom, Mia and Ashton have disappeared, but my hot boyfriend is ready for round two.

  Impulsive. Inconsiderate. Selfish. Thoughtless. Rash.

  All the words my parents, teachers, and therapists have used to describe me come flooding back, bouncing around inside my head like popcorn.

  Destructive.

  To myself and others.

  Drew and Brayden didn’t need me to interfere last night. I wanted to. And that makes me a horrible person.

  I have Mia.

  For how long?

  She’ll grow tired of my shit eventually.

  Fuck.

  As soon as we get back from dinner, I leave the kitchen where everyone is laughing and make a beeline for the bedroom. Drew and Brayden spent the day on the slopes again, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t be around them, so I lied and said I had a migraine. Of course Mia, the good person she is, insisted on staying in with me. We watched a few movies, but for the most part, I slept. Because at least when I was asleep, I could escape the guilt I feel.

  When the guys returned, Mia insisted I needed to get out and eat something, and dragged us all to dinner. Nobody asked if I was okay, but I could see the concerned looks they were shooting me. I don’t deserve their concern, though.

  I strip out of my clothes down to my boxers and crawl into bed beneath the covers. Dragging the pillow over my face, I try to keep down the bitter pill of regret I keep swallowing over and over again.

  It’s like acid.

  A painful reminder.

  I’ll never be the right man for her. I’m too fucked up. Too jaded. Shattered by the people who were supposed to be a good influence. They ruined me when they ruined themselves. I’m hardened in all the wrong spots and I don’t know if I can ever be soft where Mia needs me to be.

  I will ruin her like Mom ruined Dad.

  And because she’s Mia, she’ll stick around, unhappy but taking it like a fucking champ because she feels like something is better than nothing.

  I don’t want to give her something—a quarter of what she needs.

  I want to give her everything.

  My chest aches painfully. Tears of anger and devastation burn at my eyes, threatening to build but never do because I’m broken. Unable to feel normal. Half sane and the other half of me guided by my motherfucking dick.

  Hate.

  All I feel is hate for myself.

  I should break up with her before she falls too hard. Before we’re in too deep. Before marriage and fucking kids. If not, they’ll turn out to be little fuckups like me.

  Christ.

  I can’t do this.

  The blankets pull back and the angel in my dark world slides beneath the covers, seeking me out. I can’t fucking look at her.

  “Ashton, w
hat’s wrong?” Her voice cracks, sad and confused. “Is it me?”

  I fling the pillow away, glowering at her pretty face. “Fuck you, Mia, for even considering that.”

  Hurt fills her brown eyes and then she hardens them. “Stop.”

  “Stop what?”

  “This bullshit you’re doing,” she snaps. “Blaming yourself. Carrying the burden all alone. I’m tired of it, Ashton.”

  I’m tired of it, Ashton.

  I’m tired of you.

  I squeeze my eyes shut as my heart cracks down the middle. “I can’t do this to you.”

  Her fingers are like silk, gently stroking my cheek. “Look at me, baby.”

  Because I can’t deny her a thing, I open my eyes.

  “I love you, Ashton Carter,” she tells me so fiercely, I feel it in my marrow. “But I don’t love the way you hate yourself.”

  “MiMi…”

  “Shh. I’m speaking now and you’re going to hear me out.” Her fingers run through my hair. “You and I are special. Wouldn’t you agree?”

  I nod because fucking duh.

  “And Drew and Brayden are too.”

  Guilt swarms up inside me. Last night had been like a fantasy come to life. I’d been so turned on and I hate myself for it.

  “We connect with them,” she murmurs. “It doesn’t feel bad when we’re around them. It feels right.” She kisses my mouth. “I don’t feel like you’re leaving me to play with them. I feel like it’s something we’re doing together. As a team.”

  “I don’t play team sports,” I joke, and then wince because joking now is fucked-up.

  “I love your strange sense of humor,” she reveals. “How you can crack a joke when we’re trying to be serious. That’s you, baby. I love how you’re a big flirt, not just to me, but to those other two special guys in there. You’re fiercely loyal to us.”

  To us.

  My heart twists in a strange way inside my chest.

  “Guys,” Mia calls out. “Ashton’s pouting and he needs a group hug.”

  I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t need a group hug.” I kinda want one, though.

  Drew is sturdy and reliable. He’s just there. Strong and brave. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I leaned on his steady strength, but I do. I need it. All daddy jokes aside, he provides something to me that I desperately crave.

  And Brayden? He’s like the dude bro best friend I never had. He’s fierce and loyal and an asshole who can be gentle when he needs to be. He’s loving and caring. A fuckin’ momma’s boy if I ever saw one. Kind and there. He’s just always there.

  My Mia.

  Sweet, darling, precious Mia.

  The light in my dark world. The yin to my motherfucking yang. Cutest damn thing to walk the earth. She’s blunt and forward and courageous. Full of laughs and sweet as hell. I could run off a cliff and my girl would be fucking skydiving behind me, ready to grab hold of me and open her parachute before I splatter into nothingness.

  I don’t deserve their friendship.

  Their closeness.

  Their goddamn love.

  And yet…

  The bed dips down as a big, strong hockey boy wraps around me, kissing my neck as he playfully tickles me. A growly coach cuddles my girl and searches my eyes to make sure I’m okay. Somehow, it doesn’t feel so horrible and wrong with them all here in this moment.

  Like maybe… they get me.

  A scary thought because I’ve been drifting through this world for so long misunderstood.

  Three people out of seven billion seem to see inside me like no one ever has.

  “MiMi,” I mutter, touching her red, pouty lips. I want to tell her I’m sorry for being so weak. No words come.

  I watch the way Drew strokes her hair as he watches me with intense blue eyes. He teases his finger down her bare shoulder, dragging the blanket down.

  “Where’s your shirt, sweetheart?” Drew asks, teasing the strap of her bra.

  She smiles. “It’s Ashton’s fault.”

  Bray laughs, his hot breath tickling my neck.

  “How is it my fault?” I ask, arching a brow.

  “You were practically naked first.” She shrugs. “I thought it was a naked slumber party.”

  “I didn’t get the memo,” Drew says as he sits up to remove his shirt. “Did you, Bray?”

  “Nope. They always leave us out of the good stuff,” Brayden says from behind me. The bed moves and then he’s crawling under the covers behind me.

  My eyes close when his hard dick presses against my ass. We’re just in boxers. Too little between us. I’m too weak for this shit.

  Needing my girl to ground me, I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine. She moans, sending curls of desire straight to my dick. A masculine hand rubs down my pectoral muscle and then Brayden pulls on my nipple ring. I groan in pleasure. His hand travels south and I don’t stop him. I can’t.

  My breath hitches when his hand dips into my boxers, wrapping around my hard cock. I thrust against his grip, moaning into Mia’s mouth. The bed moves again as Drew walks off, but then he’s back, sliding under the covers with her. I’m trying desperately to focus on her lips, but Brayden is so fucking skilled with his hand. I don’t even fight him when he lets me go to pull my boxers off. When he curls back around me, he’s bare, his dick sandwiched between us.

  Fuck.

  “Feel this,” Mia moans, drawing my hand to her thighs. “Doesn’t it feel good?”

  There’s a hand already there. Drew’s. His fingers are sliding through the lips of her pussy, making her mewl. I slide my finger inside of her with his, a partner with him as he fingers my girl. I’m so fucking hot over the fact we’re both fingering her that I nearly come from the sudden, slippery intrusion into my ass.

  Brayden.

  A slick finger probes my ass that hasn’t seen action since long before Mia and I hooked up for good. Precum leaks from my tip. I’m over-fucking-whelmed by these people. I pull my hand from Mia’s pussy, offering it to Brayden. His growl is ravenous as he sucks her from my finger.

  Holy fuck.

  “Oh God,” Mia cries out. “That feels good, Drew.”

  She says his name, and rather than feel like a punch to the gut, it’s like a stroke down my spine. I turn my head, desperately needing to see Brayden’s face. His dark eyes are homed in on me, burning with desire. For me. For us.

  Drew kicks the covers away. My girl is now fully naked and coming. It turns me the fuck on watching him bring her to orgasm with just his fingers.

  “I’m going to fuck Mia,” Drew says, his eyes searing into mine and then darting to Brayden’s. “And you’re both going to watch.”

  Fuck him and his hot, sexy mouth.

  “Your boyfriend’s about to take my ass because yours is too wrecked to take it again,” I taunt, unable to help myself.

  Brayden laughs and then bites my neck. “After I wreck you, Mia will be the only one left.”

  His finger slips out of me and then he’s pushing in two. Fuck it hurts, but I’ve missed the feeling of something inside my ass. I hate to admit that, but it’s true. Before Mia, I lived for this shit.

  “Ride him so we can watch,” I command, my voice husky and raw. “Please.”

  Mia grins at me. “Since you asked so sweetly.”

  Drew flops onto his back and grabs a couple of condoms from the nightstand. He hands one to Bray and then he tears open his. I watch eagerly as he rolls it on his dick that I know from experience is fucking perfect.

  “Get on that big dick, baby. Make your tits bounce. I fucking love watching your tits bounce,” I rumble. I stroke my cock, watching as she gets on her knees.

  “Mine,” Bray growls, biting me hard enough I release my dick.

  “Mean ass,” I grumble.

  He removes his fingers from my ass, leaving me empty and aching, and then he tears the foil with his teeth. I can hear him lubing himself up behind me, but I’m focused on the way Mia straddles Drew’s waist. Her sm
all hand grips his dick and then she’s sliding down over him.

  I hold my breath.

  Waiting for my world to explode.

  To want to die inside.

  But all I feel is love and warmth and need.

  Mia bounces like a good girl, Drew’s hands tugging at her nipples hard enough to make her yelp.

  “I want to look at you when I fuck you,” Bray says, kissing my neck again. Fuck, I love when he does that. “Do it before I make you.”

  “Bossy fucker,” I complain, though not too hard.

  I scoot onto my back, enjoying the better view of my girl as she fucks my hot roommate. Bray prowls over me like a fucking starving lion. I’m drawn to the Adam’s apple that’s so goddamn lickable in his throat. He’s rough—just how I like it—as he jerks my knees apart. Then, he dips down, licking his way up my dick from root to tip. Holy shit.

  “All that abstinence with your boyfriend makes you a dicksucking pro, dude bro Bray,” I rasp. My fingers dive into his hair, urging him to suck me. His lips wrap around my cock, his tongue lashing eagerly at me.

  “So hot, oh my God,” Mia whimpers.

  “Fuck yeah,” Drew groans, his voice strained.

  I want to look at them, but Bray has me captive with his hungry stare. He sucks me as though I can nourish his goddamn soul. And, like the generous fucker I am, I give it to him. My nuts tighten and then I’m coming in his perfect mouth without warning. The little pro gulps it down like he needs it. He pops off my dick, saliva running a stream from my dick to my navel, and he crawls up my body.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Ashton,” Brayden murmurs against my mouth. “So hot.”

  I moan against his mouth, accepting his deep kiss as his dick probes at my asshole. We both groan when he enters me swiftly. He doesn’t have the gentleness and care he had with Drew. It’s more feral. Needy. Desperate.

  I love it.

  I love him.

  I nip at his bottom lip, digging my fingers into his shoulders. He bucks into me hard and claiming. When Mia makes a sound, we both pull from our kiss, unable to keep from looking at them. Drew’s hand is tangled in her hair as he devours her mouth with his. She’s fucking him like she’s crazed with need.

  That’s my dirty girl.

  Mine.