Hero CEOs_A Reverse Harem office Romance

by Mila Crawford

  Arching my neck, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the bulbous tip. The explosion of flavor slammed onto my taste buds. He was sweet and salty, and so very male. Latching my mouth around the crested tip, I sucked on him. He grunted, and his hips shifted forward an inch, forcing his erection a little deeper into my mouth. He was far too long and thick for me to take completely, but what I couldn’t reach with my mouth I stroked with the hand now gripping him.

  One pulled out while the other pushed in. They made sure it felt good for me, that I wasn’t in any discomfort.

  There were no words to describe the pleasure I felt. I turned back and faced Mark, leaned down, and kissed him. Deacon was still off to the side, jerking off, watching them. I gripped Mark’s shoulders, and felt myself climb higher. With my eyes closed I couldn’t tell who started rubbing circles around my clit.

  That was all I needed to be set off. I flew higher than I ever had before. Never had I felt something as powerful has having both of them inside of me, while Deacon watched. Their paces increased, and I exploded around them again. My muscles tightened and they cursed in unison. With a veil of ecstasy covering me, I heard them roar out as they came. They called out “ours” as they came, their shouts echoing off the walls.

  They slowed their thrusting.

  “You’re ours, Sophia.” Mark kissed me hard for a long moment before breaking away.

  “We won’t let you go, baby,” Grayson growled.

  “Never,” Deacon said next.

  Good. I didn’t want it any other way.

  Epilogue One

  Sophia - One Year Later

  “It’s a girl,” the doctor announced over the sweet, soft cries of my baby girl. I was so exhausted but I also had an abundance of energy. I blamed it on the endorphins and happiness currently coursing through my veins. My daughter. Our daughter.

  As the doctor placed her in my arms I felt all the love in my heart radiate to her sweet face. I looked up at Deacon, saw he was smiling from ear to ear, and could see the pride and love on his face.

  “Thank you, Sophia,” he said in his gruff voice, emotion lacing it thickly. “Thank you for giving me a family, something I didn’t think I’d ever have.” I felt myself choke up with emotion. “She’s so beautiful.” He smiled as he stared down at our child. “Just like her mother,” Deacon whispered and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

  Ever since these three wonderful men had come into my life everything had just fallen into place. They were so gentle and loving, and with them I felt safe and cherished. No one in my life had loved me as much as these three. And I knew no one would. They truly were remarkable.

  “You should go tell Mark and Grayson that she’s here before they lose their minds.” I laughed softly.

  “I’ll be right back, beautiful,” Deacon said.

  And with that I leaned against the bed, holding my daughter, the first connection I had with these three men, but certainly not the last.

  Mark

  A year had passed since that night when Sophia agreed to be mine. All my dreams had come true because of her. Growing up I never really had a family of my own, not the traditional one anyway, but tonight Sophia was about to seal our relationship and make us a family. Tonight I was going to be a father. We all were.

  We’d decided to not take a paternity test when we found out she was pregnant. We wanted the children that came from our union to be loved equally. And although we knew that would happen even if we knew who was the child’s biological father, we didn’t want anything to come between us and loving the family we’d created.

  Sophia was my wife in everything that mattered, and these two men, although not blood relation to me, were my brothers.

  Grayson and I were in the waiting room pacing, our nerves both shot and vibrating with sheer excitement. The amount of pain Sophia was in had nearly brought me and Grayson to our knees. And so we’d left the room to get air, leaving Deacon with her to give her support.

  If I could bear her pain I would. Seeing my beautiful girl whimpering, knowing she was hurting, drove me insane. And the only way I could handle my anger over not being able to help her was to lash out at the doctor.

  I sat with my hands vigorously pulling my hair, wracked with worry for my love. And then I saw Deacon coming toward us. Grayson and I stood, anxious to know she was okay. And we knew she was when we saw the shit-eating grin he sported.

  “It’s a girl and she’s so beautiful. Sophia says for you all to come in and meet our daughter.”

  I didn’t even wait for him to finish. Like a bat out of hell I hauled ass to my girls. I pushed the door open, rushing to Sophia. And then I saw the most miraculous thing in the entire world. I was filled with this pure love as I stared at my wife and the little bundle she held.

  My daughter.

  Our daughter.

  I was frozen into place, my breath caught in my lungs, tears threatening to spill forth.

  “Come here, Mark, and meet your daughter,” Sophia whispered. I gently picked up the baby and kissed her on her forehead.

  “Hello, sweetheart. I’m your daddy—well, one of your daddies, but I am definitely the cool one.”

  Sophia laughed softly.

  “Hey now,” Grayson said from the door. He walked over to Sophia and kissed her on the lips softly. “Hey, baby.”

  “Hey yourself.”

  “So, the name? We come to a decision on that yet?” Deacon said softly, this gruff man being gentle around our daughter.

  “Well, if it’s okay with you, I want to name her Eliza after your mother.”

  Deacon’s gaze shot up to her and his smile was so big that I thought the man had lost his damn mind.

  “Well shit,” he said softly and rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost … embarrassed.

  “Welcome to the family, baby Eliza.”

  Epilogue Two

  Sophia - Three years later

  Deacon came and grabbed Logan from me. I loved this nighttime ritual, where one of the men would bring the twins to me and I would breastfeed them and then they would put them down to sleep. Seeing these big, strong men become undone by their children warmed me to my core. They were all kinds of soft and tender with the kids. They were so patient and sweet and kind. The children wanted for nothing and had so much attention that I was sure they didn’t know what to do with it.

  The minute they made any sound one of them was picking them up to ensure they smiled and all their needs were met. I didn’t know how I got so lucky. Some days I woke up and thought that I was living in a dream.

  Once the babies were fed Deacon took them into their room for bed. He came back to me only minutes later. I assumed Grayson and Mark were either working in the home office or finishing up nighttime duties with our older children.

  “Well sweetheart, the kids are all tucked in for the night, so now I think it’s time for their mother to have some attention lavished on her,” Deacon whispered in my ear as he nibbled his way down my neck to my breasts. With my shirt still lowered, he circled my nipples with his tongue, bringing them to stiff peaks.

  “Deacon, what are you doing?” I was horrified and worried that all of a sudden my breast milk would leak all over his face. That possible embarrassment made my face heat like crazy.

  “Relaxing my woman.”

  “But the milk. Oh God, what if I leak on you?” I said, humiliation lacing my words. Deacon didn’t respond to my protests as he continued to tongue my nipple.

  “Deacon!”

  “It’s okay, baby. I love you. I love everything about you.” He cupped my other breast with his hand. “I want to make you feel good.”

  The embarrassment soon vanished as pleasure coursed through me. While Deacon licked at my nipples he lowered his hand into my panties and parted my folds.

  “Mmmm, baby you’re so wet for me. It makes my cock so hard to know that I did that to you. God I love this sweet pussy so much.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean
. Over the years I’d learned to love the dirty talk. All my men loved saying filthy things to me, and the more they did it the more aroused I became.

  Deacon brought his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply and I could taste myself on his tongue.

  “You taste good, don’t you, Sophia?”

  I nodded to his question, too hazed in lust to form words. Deacon stepped away from me and spread my legs. He then took my panties off, leaving me exposed to the cool air.

  “Touch yourself for me. I want to see you please that juicy cunt because I told you to,” he demanded in a stern voice. I slowly moved my fingers to my clit and started to run circles around it, feeling myself lose control. I’d noticed that just the way Deacon asked for things almost brought me to climax. As I felt the orgasm rise to the surface and was about to come, Deacon shoved two fingers in me and started to massage my G-spot vigorously. I was on the brink of losing control.

  “Are you coming, baby?” he asked, his voice sounding deep and sexy.

  “Yes,” I whispered. And with that he placed his mouth on my pussy and began to take it all in, my orgasm unstoppable and strong.

  Once I came down from my high, Deacon moved up my body and wrapped his arms around me, kissing the nape of my neck.

  “Have I told you how sexy it is that you squirt? God, I love how you gush right into my mouth. It’s the best fucking thing in the world.”

  I felt his erection prodding me. “Why don’t I take care of that for you, big boy?”

  “No, baby. You’re tired. I just wanted to relax you tonight, but tomorrow I am going to eat that pretty asshole and then have my way with you. All three of us will.”

  I felt heat course through me at the visual that conjured up. I might have been an extremely tired woman, but I sure as hell was a satisfied one.

  Epilogue Three

  Grayson - Ten years later

  “Daddy! Daddy come see, come see,” my daughter Lani yelled from her room. I walked in to see she had set up all her teddy bears for a tea party, leaving a spot for me. I smiled as I sat down, ready to drink and make sure my pinky was pointed straight up. She was a stickler about the proper way to drink tea.

  “Your sister and brothers don’t want to play?” I asked as I lifted my princess into my arms. Sophia had done well by us. The woman had brought this undeniable ray of sunshine into our lives, and then blessed us with not one child but seven.

  For the years that we had been together she had pretty much been barefoot and pregnant. And although we told her she held the control, called the shots, she assured us a big family was what she’d always wanted.

  When we had Tamarra, our fourth child, we had a scare and I begged Sophia to make this one the last, but she’d refused. She’d said that she had been alone in the world until she found the three of us, and now that she had us she wanted the house to be full of noise and laughter.

  And now we’d let her lead.

  We had Eliza, Logan, Devon, Tamarra, and Monica, who was followed by our son Kevin and this beautiful ray of sunshine, Lani.

  “Well, what’s going on in here?” The sweetest sound in the whole world rang in my ear. I turned around and stared at my wife, the mother of my children, and my entire world. Sophia stood there smiling. After all these years my breath still got caught in my throat when I looked at her.

  “Daddy and I drink tea. Pinkies up! Right, Daddy?”

  “Right, Pumpkin.” I lifted my pinkie up and kissed her cheeks. Looking at my family, I was filled with so much joy and happiness. Life really didn’t get better than this.

  The End

  Snow ran.

  He followed.

  What she didn’t know was she was already his.

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  Part I

  Excerpt: Goldie’s Bears

  Goldie’s Bears: A Reverse Harem Shifter Romance

  By Mila Crawford

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  The Bears

  Alpha. Stubborn. Virgins.

  We were three alpha bear shifting brothers living out in the wilderness, content away from civilization, happy to keep our virginities...waiting for our mates.

  And we found her...in the same female.

  Now that she was here we weren’t letting her go. She’d be ours no matter what.

  It’s time Goldie knew what it was like having three possessive bear shifters as mates ... all of us wanting to get her knocked up first.

  Warning: What’s that, you like short, safe, filthy reads, ones that have possessive bear shifters who finally found their one and only? Oh, and you like when your men are virgins? Look no further because this story has you covered!

  1

  Jonas

  I was sweating like a motherfucker, but the work had to be done. These logs wouldn’t cut themselves, and if we were going to get through the winter warm and dry, I needed a shitload more firewood cut. I brought the axe up and over my head for a second before bringing it down on the log, splintering it into two pieces.

  I could hear my brothers Marcus and Kash, the sound of the chainsaw in the distance telling me Kash was working his ass off as well, and the clang of metal on metal as Marcus worked on the generator, making sure the bitch didn’t keel over when it was five below. I glanced at Marcus, who I could actually see from where I stood.

  At six foot three he was the “shortest” of all of us, but what he lacked in those few inches in height he made up in bulk and muscle mass. He was hunched over the generator, but I could see by the way his mouth moved he was cursing. He also was tense, and the scent of his frustration slammed into me.

  He stood and ran a hand over his short dark hair, cursing more, his words clear enough that I didn’t have to guess what he said.

  I turned from him and grabbed the logs, moving them over to the woodshed. I had my own agitation to worry about.

  Every year we did this, getting ready for winter, stocking up on food, items we’d need. But every damn minute of every fucking day I was left thinking about one thing … one person.

  My mate.

  I was a thirty-seven-year-old bear shifter, a virgin because I’d only ever wanted to be with my mate. Yet I hadn’t met her, hadn’t claimed the one person born to be mine. I was frustrated, hard-up, and had the worst case of blue balls imaginable. But I knew when I finally found her—and I sure as fuck would—that it would be worth it.

  No woman would ever compare to her. Hell, no woman was even attractive to me, interested me in the slightest. And my brothers were the same way, both saving themselves for a woman that was only meant to be theirs.

  I looked at the cabin we’d built with our bare hands, three separate dwellings connected together so we could still be a family, yet have our own space when we did find our females.

  Fuck, just the thought of finally having my mate with me, in my home, under my sheets with me on top of her, my cock deep in her pussy, had my dick getting rock hard. The fucker was like a steel pipe between my thighs, demanding to be free and do just that.

  But I’d continue to wait for her, because she was the only one I’d ever wanted, even if I hadn’t met her yet.

  Marcus

  I tossed the
wrench aside, this fucking generator about to have me shift into my bear, I was so damn pissed.

  “This is a fucking piece of shit,” I yelled out to whoever was in earshot. I ran a hand over my face, the days’ worth of stubble greeting my palm. My anger was brimming over, my fucking bear right there at the surface, wanting to claw out, wanting me to shift so it could run this irritation off.

  The truth was I wasn’t even mad at the damn generator, although we’d have to get a new one before winter hit. There was no way I could fix this bastard.

  No, I was aggravated at the fact I wanted my mate.

  I needed her.

  I’d waited seemingly a lifetime for her, saving my virginity until the time I could make her mine, show her that claiming her meant the absolute truth. But at thirty-four I still hadn’t crossed paths with her. And my bear was getting antsy as fuck, wanting to mark her, lay claim to what would only be mine.

  I stared at the generator once more, and said fuck it. I was going to run this aggression out, was going to hope shifting into my bear would help ease the frustration I felt. Or maybe I should just go inside and jerk off as I thought about my mate, who was out there somewhere, and who I wanted with a desperation that was starting to make me go stir-crazy.

  I headed into the woods, feeling myself getting even more jacked up the deeper I went. I saw Kash in the distance working on a tree he’d just cut down. But right now I didn’t want to deal with my brothers, even though I knew they were just as crazed for their mates as I was.

  All three of us were growly, cranky, and just wanted our females already.

  Hell, I would fucking jerk off to the thought of her, whoever she was, wherever she was.