A Reverse Harem Romance Collection Box Set

by Lane Hart

  “Oh yeah?” I sputter into the fabric. “Like who? No one wants me…”

  The t-shirt is ripped away from my grip, and then hands are on my face and lips are on mine, soft but urgent. Lips that feel…nice.

  Wait, no.

  My palms press against Charlie’s bare, damp chest to make him stop.

  “What are you doing?” I ask him through my sniffles. He doesn’t answer me before I’m spun around, and then Ty’s mouth is slanting over mine, and he kisses me too!

  “Stop, Ty!” I exclaim as I push him away and then scramble a few steps back, putting space between my friends who have suddenly turned into kissing bandits, and me. I don’t stop until my back hits the pile of towels.

  “What the hell has gotten into you two?” I ask. My fingertips reach up to graze my still damp lips from my first kiss that was quickly followed by my second. There’s also the faint hint of…alcohol. Of course! That’s what this is about. They think I’m pathetic and we’ve all been drinking. “We…we’re all way too drunk to be kissing out here.”

  “I want to kiss you when I’m sober, but I keep chickening out,” Charlie admits, making my jaw drop.

  “Me too!” Ty agrees.

  Closing my eyes to try and let that sink in, I mutter, “I am so drunk. So very, very drunk because this cannot be happening.”

  “What’s eight-hundred and eleven times sixty-four?” Ty asks me.

  “Fifty-one thousand, nine hundred and four,” I answer, and open my eyes to look at them again.

  “I guess that’s right. Is that right?” Ty asks Charlie, whose forehead is creased as he tries to solve it.

  “I guess. How would I know? I don’t have a calculator,” Charlie eventually answers with a huff.

  “Good, so you’re not that drunk,” Ty declares. “Let’s go back to the house…”

  “I’m drunk enough to know that this isn’t a good idea. And that if we don’t stop now, I could…I could wake up tomorrow in your bed,” I say to Ty before turning to Charlie. “Or…or your bed, and you…you’ll regret it. Then you’ll start acting all weird around me, and I’ll lose the only friends that I have here!”

  “No, Sky,” Charlie starts. “You’re only putting the brakes on this because of your idiot crush on a man who doesn’t even know you exist other than to use you!”

  “I am not.”

  “Really? You’re not so hung up on Graham that you would fuck me?” Charlie asks.

  “And me?” Ty adds.

  A gasping scoff is all that comes out of my mouth at first.

  “I’m not…you’re not…that’s not what either of you want!” I assure them. “You’re drunk and delusional.”

  “Yes, it is what we want,” Charlie replies. “Give us a chance to make you forget him. What do you have to lose?”

  Shaking those insane thoughts out of my head, I tell them, “There are plenty of women right outside who will fuck you both if you need sex that bad.”

  “That’s not what this is about,” Ty tells me. “Unlike Graham, we want you, more than a night…”

  “Ditto,” Charlie agrees.

  “And how do I know that? How can I possibly believe that?” I ask them, scooping up Graham’s shirt to clutch it to me. Suddenly, I feel way too exposed. “You’ve seen me almost naked in this ridiculous bikini. Is that what this is about?”

  “No, but it certainly doesn’t hurt,” Ty responds with a smirk.

  “This is so messed up,” I tell them. “We can’t possibly…especially not right now, under the influence.”

  “We can’t?” Charlie asks.

  “Why not?” Ty demands with his hands braced on his hips.

  “Because we’re drunk!” I remind them.

  “So, if we hadn’t been drinking, you would want us?” Charlie asks, motioning with his finger between him and Ty.

  “I-I didn’t say that,” I answer. “But I would take you much more seriously if you kissed me and told me all of this when you’re completely sober.”

  “We’re never completely sober, are we?” Ty turns to ask Charlie.

  “No, we’re not.”

  “Fine, then between the hours of seven a.m. and noon, when you’ve mostly sobered up,” I declare.

  “Seven to noon?” Ty repeats. “Write that shit down,” he tells Charlie.

  “I could find my phone and set the alarm,” Charlie offers.

  “Good idea,” Ty agrees.

  I can’t help but roll my eyes before I start heading toward the pool house door, ready to escape the embarrassment of the night. Graham can have the night off from studying. I plan to hide under my covers until lunchtime tomorrow.

  Over my shoulder, I tell the guys, “Goodnight, you drunk bastards.”

  Upstairs, I change into my pajamas, take out my contacts, and climb into bed, angry. And sad. But mostly, I’m mad at Graham for what he said. Also, I’m angry that he wasn’t in his room studying alone.

  Still, the first tear doesn’t fall down my cheek until two a.m. when Graham still hasn’t come to bed, and I realize that he’s not going to sleep with me tonight.

  Chapter 21

  Skyler

  I wake up way too early, thanks to the smell of bacon. There’s bacon in my room? I really love bacon but since I’ve been here, we always have cereal for breakfast.

  “Good morning, sunshine,” Charlie says before I feel the cool air on my backside when the covers behind me lift, and then the mattress shifts as he climbs into my bed.

  “Morning,” Ty echoes, right before his face appears in front of mine.

  “What are you guys doing? It’s way too early…” I start, reaching up to rub my temple that’s throbbing. Alcohol sucks. I may never drink again. Why does anyone do this regularly?

  “It’s ten a.m.,” Ty tells me with a grin.

  “So?” I ask.

  “So, you said we should kiss you when we’re sober,” Ty responds before he gives me a peck on the cheek.

  “Nuh-uh. You must still be drunk or high,” I grumble before pulling the covers up over my head.

  My escape only causes the two men to burrow deeper with me. The front of Charlie’s body presses harder against my backside and Ty’s minty fresh breath is way too close.

  Is this some sort of horrible birthday joke? No, these guys are sweet. They wouldn’t do anything to make fun of me or hurt my feelings. They’re my friends. Right?

  But then, it suddenly becomes clear that these two may actually be serious about wanting to kiss me, and…oh, my God, possibly more.

  “Charlie?” I ask on a gasp.

  “Yeah?” he replies from behind me.

  “Is that your…against my ass?” I can’t even say the word for the body part.

  Ty laughs, so I barely hear Charlie’s unapologetic response. “Uh-huh.”

  “My dick is hard for you too,” Ty says with emphasis on the name of the anatomy before he grabs my palm and then—holy shit—slaps it right over the hard bulge in the front of his boxers. I may not have ever felt one before, but Ty’s seems very substantial, much bigger than my hand. I can’t believe I’m actually touching my friend’s penis!

  “Oh, my God, guys!” I exclaim, batting the sheets away from my face to get some much-needed air.

  “What’s wrong, Sky?” Ty asks when his head pops out of the tangle of sheets.

  “She doesn’t want us,” Charlie answers for me, sounding disappointed.

  Do I want them? Like this? It’s too much for my naïve little mind to process this early in the morning with a slight hangover.

  “She doesn’t want you, maybe,” Ty tells him. “But I think she wants me. Her hand is still on my dick.”

  Crap. I quickly jerk my hand away to slap it over my face.

  “You should both get out of my bed and go back to your own,” I tell them, unable to look at either of them.

  “Why?” Charlie asks.

  “Because, well, for lots of reasons. Last night was really shitty. Graham didn’t
come to bed, so h-he may have been with some girl. Which is fine, that’s his business, but he probably didn’t study, so he wasn’t prepared today and it’s all my fault. I guess. I don’t know. And I’m not sure I understand what’s going on here…”

  “We want you,” Ty explains. “Forget Graham. Remember, we told you all of this last night? Were you drunker than us?”

  No, I think to myself because I do remember Graham’s insult and the entire conversation with the guys, even if it was too bizarre to be real.

  “She remembers,” Charlie says to Ty. “She just thought that we were drunk and that we wouldn’t remember our conversation.”

  “Do you want one of us to leave? Is that the problem? There are too many of us at one time?” Ty asks. “Charlie, get lost.”

  “You get lost, jackass. Breakfast in bed was my idea. If anyone should get to stay, it’s me,” he declares.

  So, there is bacon in my bedroom? Nice! Wait. No, there are more important issues I need to concentrate on right now.

  “Don’t you want to give me a chance, Sky?” Charlie asks, pressing his erection into me even harder and giving my hipbone a squeeze. The unexpected physical contact from my friend is oddly…arousing, making my heart race and my pulse pound. I’ve never thought about Charlie in such a way before, but it didn’t take much for my thoughts to make the jump from friends to…more.

  “Or would you prefer if I try to take your mind off of Graham cracker?” Ty asks, as his fingertips tease back and forth along the hem of my pajama shirt before slipping underneath and caressing the skin of my stomach. Little jolts of what I’m starting to think are desire spread all through me from that one simple touch.

  It’s not like Charlie and Ty haven’t ever laid a finger on me before, but this is definitely…different. And I do want to take my mind off of Graham, God help me. I’d give anything to stop wanting a man who doesn’t want me. I’m just not sure this is the best way.

  “I-I don’t know, guys,” I say in a rush, since my breathing is coming way too fast, like I’ve been out for a jog. “You’re my friends.” My only friends. “Won’t this be weird? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

  “We’re good friends who just want to have a little fun together, that’s all,” Ty explains, as his hand continues to move upward until his thumb is brushing over my hard, pointy nipple. “Nothing changes, except we get naked together once in a while.”

  “A-all of us?” I ask on a gasp. “Like together? The three of us?”

  “Yeah,” Charlie answers from behind me. “It’s okay if you haven’t done this before. We haven’t either, so it’ll be our first time too.”

  Sure, it may be their first time with this type of thing, whatever it is, but it’s my first, first time! What will they say when they find out that no other man has wanted me?

  “I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, since it seems like an important piece of information to share before this goes any further.

  Both men freeze, and maybe even stop breathing.

  “Are you messing with us?” Ty asks.

  “No. Ugh, it’s so embarrassing.”

  “Why are you still a virgin?” Charlie asks.

  “I was waiting for the right guy to come along but he, um, never did. Or he did, but he doesn’t want me,” I ramble. “So now, I think I just want to get rid of my stupid virginity, so that I can move on and have sex like everyone else.”

  When neither man responds, I worry that I’ve scared them both away. “Unless you don’t want to…”

  “I’ll do it!” they both shout at the same time.

  “No, I really think I should do it,” Charlie says. “I mean, if Sky’s sure this is what she wants. No pressure.”

  Tyson scoffs. “Why you?”

  “Because I’ve never been with a virgin before. It’s on my bucket list,” Charlie explains.

  “I haven’t been with one either!” Ty declares. “You should let me have Sky’s.”

  “Are you two serious?” I ask them, surprised that neither of them went running when they found out no man has ever touched me. “We’re…we’re gonna do this? One of you is gonna finally…pop my cherry?”

  “Hell yes,” Ty agrees.

  “Yeah, Sky. We’ve got you,” Charlie says before his damp lips make contact with my neck, causing goose bumps to race up and down my arms.

  “If you’re sure, then I better go brush my teeth,” I tell them when a small case of nervousness hits. Okay, it’s a pretty big case, but I want to do this. “And I need to shower and put in contacts so that you’re not blurry blobs. Shaving my legs and…other parts is probably a good idea too, right?”

  “Ah, yeah,” Charlie responds. “We can wait.”

  “Great,” I say as I quickly scramble out of bed, glad to have a few minutes to get myself together. “I’ll go do all of that, and you two decide who’s gonna take my virginity.”

  …

  Charlie

  “How do we decide?” I ask Ty when Skyler runs into the bathroom and shuts the door, leaving the two of us face-to-face. She’s nervous, I know, but if she says she’s ready to do this, then we will.

  “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests with a shrug of his bare shoulders.

  “Works for me,” I tell him. “Best out of three?”

  “Deal,” he says with a grin.

  Both of us sit up in bed and get our hands in position to go on three. I easily win the first two rounds with my rock.

  “Yes!” I shout, pumping my fists in the air in celebration.

  “Fine,” Ty huffs before his head falls back on the pillow. “You get to pop her cherry, but I get to go down on her first, get her good and ready for you, you know?”

  “Yeah, sure,” I agree, since that will make things easier for Skyler. “After that, are you gonna stick around and you know, just watch?” I ask curiously.

  “Hell yes,” he replies. “Why? You getting stage fright? Because I don’t mind if you want to watch me with Sky.”

  “No, it’s fine,” I tell him. More than fine. “We’ve heard each other fuck women through our bedroom walls. Not much left to the imagination, is there?”

  “Right,” Ty answers with a nod.

  Then the two of us stay silent and listen to the sound of the shower running.

  “You think she’s really ready?” I eventually ask him.

  “You getting cold feet or should I say, a cold dick?” he teases with a chuckle.

  “No. My dick is always hot and ready, like Little Caesars,” I respond, making him laugh even harder.

  I roll to my back and look up at the ceiling while we wait. And wait. And wait some more. Finally, the shower turns off. But then a moment later, the hairdryer starts up.

  “She’s gonna change her mind,” I mutter. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I mean, she’s our friend, our roommate for the summer. What if it does change things?”

  “It won’t change anything,” Ty assures me. “This is Sky. She’s not like other girls, who get all clingy and shit. She’s cool. We’re just helping her out, taking her mind off fuckface so that she can move on. I’m tired of seeing her so sad, especially after last night…”

  “Yeah, me too,” I agree. “Graham has no damn clue how much she cares about him. He just uses her and strings her along.”

  “Not anymore. We’ll put a stop to that, help her spread her wings and fly out of the virginity nest, so that she can find a guy who really sees her. Sure, she’s cute and sexy, but she’s also ridiculously smart and sweet.”

  “And pretty funny,” I add.

  “Yeah. I’ve never had a woman make me laugh so hard.”

  Great, and now after waiting for so long, I’m starting to get nervous. What if I suck being with a virgin and the sex isn’t any good for Sky? Or I hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her.

  I’m about two seconds away from bolting when the bathroom door opens. Sky steps out wearing a white, fluffy robe, her brown hair soft and flowing over her covered shou
lders, glasses still off, hazel eyes wary.

  “Have you, um, made a decision?” she asks, standing next to the bed.

  “Charlie’s gonna do the honors,” Ty says. “His dick is smaller, so we thought it would be the least uncomfortable for you.”

  “Fuck you, Ty. That’s bullshit,” I huff indignantly. “My dick is very long and incredibly thick, thank you very much.”

  “Oh, so maybe I should be Sky’s first if you’re so damn big,” Ty challenges.

  “No, it’s fine,” Skyler says. “Charlie can, you know, deflower me.”

  Without further deliberation, she climbs up on the bed and lays down between the two of us again flat on her back.

  When Ty reaches over to start parting her robe, she grabs his hand to stop him and says, “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, well I get to prepare you,” he replies with a grin.

  “Prepare me?” she asks, her wide eyes flitting between the two of us in concern.

  “Uh-huh. Have you ever been fingered, Sky?” Tyson asks.

  “No.”

  “Tongue fucked?” he questions.

  “N-no. You’re…you’re gonna do that? Right now?” she asks with concern.

  “No better way to get you wet and ready to take your first cock,” he tells her. “Trust me?”

  “Yeah. Yes. Okay,” she agrees with a nod before she swallows deeply.

  “Just relax. Nothing I do will hurt you, unlike Charlie…” Ty starts.

  “Hey!” I exclaim, but my protest dies on my lips when he peels her robe back from her left breast and places a kiss on it.

  “That tickles,” Sky says as she squirms.

  He places a few more kisses before he wraps his lips around her nipple and sucks on it, making her gasp.

  Unable to keep watching without doing, I uncover Sky’s right breast and flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking on it too. When I pull back, I look up at her face and ask, “This okay?”

  “Ah, yeah. Yeah, s-sure. No com-complaints from me,” she stammers.

  While my mouth stays teasing her nipple, Ty’s starts to move lower to her flat stomach, and lower still until he’s kissing her…