Nailing Studs: A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance

by Virna DePaul

  “Go on,” he said, nodding at the folder.

  I narrowed my eyes at him, but his excitement was infectious, so I opened the folder and stared at a stack of papers in front of me. Records of some kind, each with a government seal in the corner, stared back at me. I flipped through the first few pages. The information was all about the house, showing its history going back decades. I stared in awe.

  “All this stuff normally takes months of jumping through the city’s bureaucratic hoops to obtain,” Logan explained. “But I can be very annoying, very pestering, and very, very much of that kind of an asshole people will bend the rules for so he’ll go away.”

  I laughed and shook my head. “I never knew all this documentation existed,” I said, still in disbelief. “This is amazing.”

  “That’s not even the best part.” Logan tapped his finger on the pages.

  “It gets better?”

  “Now it’s still kind of a long shot, but I read through a lot of code today and I think we may be able to get the city to list this house as a historical site.”

  I stared at Logan, stunned. He smiled and I never thought he looked sweeter.

  “I filed the paperwork twenty-three minutes ago.”

  “Wow, Logan, this is…” I felt embarrassed at the emotion that was coursing through me and threatening to fill my eyes with tears. “But why, why did you—”

  “It’s been driving me crazy,” he blurted out. “Not seeing you the past few days, I mean. Why haven’t you answered my calls? Are you okay?”

  My heart melted when I realized that his kiss from another universe had just been his way of showing concern about me. I couldn’t imagine what he’d kiss like when he was filled with pure desire.

  “Thank you for checking up on me, but I’m fine. Just needing to process it all, Logan. Don’t take it too personally.”

  “I do take it personally. I can’t help but think you won’t give me the same chance as those other dudes, whose names shall be kept quiet for the remainder of my stay.”

  “What do you have against Taylor and Dom?” I waggled my eyebrows, teasing him about his jealousy.

  He pretended to be wounded. “Argh! You deliberately hurt me, Kayla.”

  I laughed. “Logan, you’re too much.”

  “I don’t have anything against them. But tonight, I want you for myself.” A dark shadow fell across his light eyes, an expression that made my stomach crunch.

  I chewed my lip nervously. “So, you’re jealous?”

  “Hell, yes. We all are, at some point.” In his expression, I saw a flash of amusement mixed with a possessiveness. I knew he wouldn’t leave here tonight without getting what he wanted, and I didn’t mind one bit.

  “I’m not going to stop seeing Dom and Taylor,” I warned him, in case he was thinking of trying to win me exclusively.

  “I know that.” He reached out and cupped my cheeks in his hands. “You think I wouldn’t have gathered that from what the four of us did a few days ago? What woman in her right mind would give that up?”

  “Some would,” I said. “Some want exclusivity.”

  “And some?” he asked.

  I thought about that. “Some want a different man, depending on the mood,” I said. “Some love the way they all work together as friends, as lovers.” I was feeling a little dizzy with him so near to me. I wanted to wind my warms around his neck, draw him close, see just how wild this guy could get.

  “That’s what I thought. So, what’s your mood tonight, Kayla?” he asked darkly, his gaze straying down to my lips with open hunger.

  My body squirmed with excitement. “I want to have fun.”

  “Why don’t we get out of here, then?” His question threw me for a loop. I hadn’t thought of going out, but now that he mentioned it, it was Friday and a night out on the town with Logan would make the perfect preface to seeing what he could do later.

  “Where will we go?” I asked.

  “A wine bar on the other side of town. They do tastings, and I could sure sample a few right now. Great atmosphere, classy place, and you look like you’re already dressed for it.” He nodded at my bare feet. “Shoes would help, though. The sexier the better. But god, you look seriously hot.”

  “Well, we match then, because I do love a man in a suit.”

  Without another word, he pulled me in to him and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth like he owned it and wanted to make that understood. Something melted deep in my chest, and I found myself longing for more, wondering if there was any way we could call off the rest of the night and get him to stay in with me instead. But postponing my desire for later would only heighten that experience, I realized.

  He pulled away and flicked his tongue over his lips. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

  “Give me a minute for a quick shower?” I asked. I had a good idea where things would go after we were done with wine tasting, and I wanted to be fresh and ready.

  “I’ll give you ten minutes, but you have to wear that dress. It’s doing something to me I’m really digging.”

  I giggled as I dashed out of the living room, running lightly up the stairs. Six minutes later, I’d showered, dabbed on some lipstick and extra mascara, put my dress back on and grabbed my sexiest pair of heels—four inches of daring red that contrasted nicely with the navy dress. Back downstairs, Logan grabbed my hand and led me outside. I slipped into the front seat of his expensive car as he took the wheel. Before heading out, he leaned over to plant a kiss on my mouth once more.

  Oh yeah, that man could kiss, all right.

  We drove through the dark, chatting about art, food, wine, and all sorts of culture. It was nice to talk to someone about the finer things for a while, and his knowledge of the wines served at this place was making me even hotter for him. Logan Raider could have any woman he wanted hang on his every word with just one smile, one wink. I wondered how many girls in this small town alone had found themselves pining after his fine ass.

  Yet here he was with me. A month ago, Grant’s cutting words would have me thinking I didn’t deserve a man like Logan. But now? I smiled to myself. Screw Grant and his need to make me feel less of a woman. I knew what I deserved. I deserved the best.

  I soon found out, as we arrived at the bar, that the answer to the question about how many women in this town wanted Logan was “a whole freaking lot.” As soon as we stepped out of the car, a woman about to step inside the wine bar, called Pairings, noticed Logan and immediately gave him the kind of hug that told me they knew each other as more than just friends.

  “Logan!” She smiled, fingering the hair at the nape of his neck. Then her eyes slid over to me. She took a quick step back from him, dropping her arms. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…I-I-I didn’t see…” she stammered.

  “It’s no problem, really,” I said, watching as she backed away, still glancing at Logan with carnal desire. In moments she’d entered Pairings, leaving Logan and I alone on the sidewalk.

  I gave him a wry grin. “She seemed to like you. A lot. Who was that?”

  He shrugged, but smiled. “Angelina. Not sure of her last name. We know each other from way back.”

  “Mmm hmm, I’m sure you do,” I teased. “Bet you don’t know my last name, either.”

  “You’re right, Miss Pratchett from 18 W. Taft Street in New York City, I don’t.” He raised his eyebrows pointedly, and I laughed.

  “You only know that because I gave you a business card.” I smirked.

  “They all give me business cards, sweetheart.” He held my gaze with intensity and my breath seemed to disappear for a moment. “Oh,” I said simply.

  “Exactly. Now, you ready to have a good time?”

  “Indeed, I am.” I smiled, the heat of the moment having gently dissipated into the cool night air. I hooked my arm in the crook of his.

  And show me a good time he did.

  Pairings was elegant, crowded, and buzzing with activity, so packed with people that it was almost like
being back in the city. I had no idea so many people in Fosterman wanted to learn about wine pairings. We sat at a table with other couples, and for the next ninety minutes, waiters brought out different bites of food along with samplings of Rieslings, pinot noirs, cabernets, and moscatos for dessert.

  Logan got a lot of attention. Several gorgeous and sexy women came up to him to say hello. They’d notice me, then bounce off again when Logan wouldn’t give them more than a polite hello. Clearly, he was the hottest guy in the place, and wow, did it ever turn me on that I would have him for myself later tonight.

  As the night drew on, I found myself having an awesome time. Logan couldn’t keep his hands off me, and I loved the way he looked at me, like he could have thrown me down over that bar face down and fucked me there and then. Underneath the table, his hands would find their way up my skirt to my inner thighs and tease and torment me, and I’d find ways to do the same to him, sliding my fingers over the growing bulge in his suit trousers. Eventually, we couldn’t take it anymore and he called for the check.

  We drove through the night, Logan resting one hand on the inside of my thigh, fingers strong and warm. I was tipsy from all the wine, and so I wanted his hands to move all over me, over my breasts, between my legs. To make my point, I took his hand, traced his fingers, played with his palm, then pressed his fingers against my body. Yes, he was driving, but this was Fosterman, where no other car shared the road for ten mile stretches.

  He teased my nipple through my shirt and my knees widened in response. By the time his hand slipped between my legs and felt the wet heat I was giving off, we’d arrived back at my house. Logan and I stepped out of the car, and without a word, he pushed me up against the car and kissed me.

  Not a teasing kiss, nothing sweet or romantic. This was a kiss of pure passion and fire, our lips and tongues digging for urges we’d never satisfy through just a kiss. But it was enough to make me even wetter, and I didn’t care that we were outside. The nearest neighbor was down the road, out of sight. With our tongues entangled, his hands moved all over my body, groping my ass, thighs, and covering every bit of skin he could get to around this scrap of a dress.

  Finally, he pulled back. I was breathless, the desire igniting into something else entirely within me.

  “Logan, let’s go inside. I want you so bad,” I said, panting something fierce. I took his hand to tug him to the house, but he pulled me back.

  “Nope.” He pressed me against the car, his hands running up the back of my dress. A thrill of excitement coursed through me when I realized what he was suggesting.

  “You’re serious?” I don’t know why I was so surprised. Fucking against a fancy car was exactly the kind of thing I’d have expected Logan to want to do.

  “Trust me, no one’s going to come by here. Not at this time of night.”

  I held onto him, growing weaker by the second. I should’ve said no, that if the two of us got caught, fucking outside would be the only thing people around this small town would remember about me. And yet, the thought of letting him take me here, right up against this car, was almost too much to handle. I wanted him so badly, I couldn’t say no.

  “Fine, but this better be good,” I said, biting my smile.

  In the glow of the moonlight, I saw his mischievous grin. Without another word, he turned me around and pushed me up against the slickness of the black car. I splayed my hands to hold myself up, then gasped when I heard him drop to his knees behind me. He pushed my skirt up over my ass, and I squirmed with delight, hardly able to contain myself. My heart was pounding and the fear that we could get caught at any second only made it harder to contain myself. I’d never done anything like this before in my life.

  He grabbed my panties and yanked them down over my hips, the cool air making my pussy ache with desire. I assumed he was going to go down on me, but then I felt him plant a kiss on my left ass cheek, followed by my right…

  My eyes widened as he pushed my ass-cheeks apart. “Oh, you’re kidding…” I squeaked in surprise.

  “Kayla, your ass is too damn fine for me to be kidding.”

  I closed my eyes, my brain flooding with arousal at the thought of what he was about to do. “Mmm,” I groaned, wiggling my butt back and forth to let him know that I would be offended if he didn’t continue.

  He didn’t need any more telling than that, and I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his tongue flicker along my cheek toward my ass and, finally, his warm mouth over my tight asshole.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped as soon as the heat from his mouth hit me there. It was such a new, foreign feeling, but at the same time so damn delicious, I was nearly kicking myself. My eyes flew open and I stared off into the blackness in front of me, heart racing, wondering how close I was to getting caught with a man’s face between my ass cheeks. Anyone could be coming around the corner right now, ready to catch us in the act.

  Logan’s tongue probed me playfully and he let out a soft groan, and I realized that I didn’t care. So let us get caught. It’d be worth it to gain the reputation that would come from being seen like this. I’d be able to say that Logan Raider literally kissed my ass.

  I almost giggled at the thought, but then he slipped one hand up between my legs and began to stroke my clit in time with the caress of his tongue and the pleasure grew so intense my knees wobbled.

  “Holy hell,” I murmured, everything centering around how good that felt.

  With his tongue on my ass and his fingers rubbing my clit in slow circles, I was close to orgasm. All the flirting we’d been doing this evening had been foreplay, and now that we were finally at the main event, I was revved up and ready to go. It wouldn’t be long before I came up against this car.

  His other hand found the hood of the car, gripping it, sending a creak of metal through the night. He was licking with more purpose now. He was just as excited, if not more, than I was. I could already imagine how it’d feel to have him fuck me instead of having me suck him off while another man fucked me and another man jerked himself while watching.

  “Oh,” I gasped as the orgasm hit me. It was the memory of being with the three of them that did it in the end, the physical sensations in me spurred on by the mental images. My body buckled as Logan pushed his tongue into my ass and pressed his fingers against my clit, letting me grind against him until I climaxed.

  Fuck, that felt good, a release and a relief all at the same time, something breaking and running across my entire body. His hands felt as though they were all over me as he groped at my thighs and my ass and my waist. He pulled himself back to his feet and ground against me from behind.

  “Don’t move. I want to fuck you like this,” he growled, leaning in close to make sure I heard his words.

  “Then do it,” I shot back, a challenge and an order all at once.

  He let out another deep, throaty noise and I heard him pull down his zipper, then the rip of a condom packet slipped through the air. He had come prepared. I grinned as I wondered if he had ever planned on letting me get back into my house before he fucked me, then I felt his hand come to rest on my hip as he guided his cock toward my pussy. I arched my back to make it easier for him to get inside.

  Logan thrust into me in one smooth motion.

  I moaned out loud, my sounds filling the night.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “We look so good together.”

  I was suddenly jealous that he got to watch this from his angle when I couldn’t.

  “Hold on.” He slid his fingers into my hair and gripped tight, tugging my head back.

  I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, focusing on how good it felt to have him inside me. He didn’t take his time, not the way Dominic had the day before. There was nothing tender about the way Logan moved, just hard, fast, fucking. I loved his roughness, his jagged edges that told me this was how he liked to get down. Always.

  It wasn’t long until I felt myself getting close again. The intensity of this, how fast it had all happened, overhe
ated my body and made me needy in a way I hadn’t felt before. “Fuck,” I moaned through clenched teeth, reaching down to rub my clit once more, in time with his frantic thrusts. I needed to come again. This was too fucking good.

  “That’s right,” he murmured, leaning in close, pulling my hair harder and causing me to gasp when the pleasure numbed the pain. “Come. I want to feel you come.”

  His words tipped me over the edge once more, my pussy clenching hard around his dick as my mouth dropped open. I didn’t make a sound, my body too distracted for that, but still he reached up to slide his fingers into my mouth so I could suck and lick at them as I finished. I bared my teeth, biting down slightly, and he let out a gasp of pain and that was it. I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he came, mere seconds after I had, thrusting one last time so he was buried up to the hilt. He held himself there, breath still coming fast, one hand still roughly digging into my hip.

  He slowly pulled out of me, letting out a long groan. My pussy was soaked. I reached down quickly to pull my panties up and flip my skirt down, wondering if I’d soon feel shame as I remembered where we were and what we’d been doing. Instead, I felt like I was floating.

  “Holy fuck,” Logan groaned, pulling off the condom and zipping himself up. “That was…”

  “Fucking incredible,” I finished for him.

  He reached down and scooped me up, tossing me over his shoulder. I squealed and clung on for dear life. “You going to stay the night?” I asked, my heart already zinging with excitement at what else he might want to do to me.

  “Does that mean I’m invited?”

  I hesitated, knowing if he spent the night, Dom and Taylor would find out by morning. But they’d be fine with it, I realized, because it would make me happy. And as I was learning, that was what all three of these men wanted for me. To be happy.

  So I said, “Yes, I’m inviting you.”

  Logan nodded, landed a playful slap on my ass as he mounted the steps and headed in to the house, closing the door behind us and sealing my fate for the rest of the night.