Triple Pass: An MFMM Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  If being intimate with a woman would help me keep my cock hard, and if having a baby was something I needed to do sooner rather than later, then impregnating someone the old fashioned way would be the best of both worlds. I could kill two birds with one stone that way.

  I just had to find a willing participant. Someone who would want money to carry my baby, and who would want me enough to let me do it the old fashioned way.

  That might be the hard part, because even though I was used to having a lot of women at my disposal, I wasn’t so sure they’d still want me when they got up close and saw my scars. I hadn’t tested that theory, and, for many reasons, I had purposefully stayed away from women after I got home from Afghanistan and my stay in the military hospital.

  I guess it was time to see if I still had swagger, even with my scars.

  I hung up the phone and grabbed a bat that I’d had tucked away in the closet. Then, I headed toward the sound of the singing.

  Chapter 4 – Hope

  There were so many rooms in the house, it was a wonder how anybody could ever find their way around. I got lost and couldn’t tell which part of the cabin I was in or if it was a part my mom had said not to go into.

  Opening one of the doors, I stumbled across one of the biggest libraries that I had ever seen. There were books from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. I walked into the room and spun around, looking them all over.

  “Wow!” I exclaimed loudly.

  I was singing show tunes and being sure to alert Mr. King I was here, since I didn’t know which room he was in and I didn’t want to startle him. I had just started my whole repertoire of songs I listen to on my iPod while I clean. But now that I was in this room, I had no more need to sing “Light My Candle” from Rent.

  I felt like I had walked into a dream. Reading was one of my favorite things to do and this room seemed to offer tons of options that could keep my imagination busy for centuries. I so wanted to grab a book and head to one of the cozy corners near the fireplace in the living room to read all day long, to my heart’s content, and forget all about working.

  By the looks of it, though, no one had been in this room for quite some time, not even to dust. I guess this was one of the rooms my mom had said not to enter. Oops. It was hard to keep these things straight. But it was clear she never came in to clean, or the place would have been spotless because she’s damn good at her job.

  I ran my finger down along the spine of one of the books and it came back up with a thick layer of dust on it. I sneezed as some dust particles wafted up into my nose.

  I looked up and saw a book with gold letters jutting out of the shelf. It was my favorite book: Great Expectations, by Charles Dickens.

  I remembered the first time that I’d read Great Expectations. I couldn’t have been any more than eight years old. I remember snuggling into my father’s lap, surrounded by his strong arms and the smell of peppermint, his favorite candy. I could almost smell it as I stood there remembering his smooth, low voice lilting up and down as he read to me.

  He loved that book. He read it with so much life, the words seemed to jump straight off the pages. I always had so many questions and I would interrupt at least three times per page. But he never got angry. He actually seemed amused and happy to answer my many questions.

  Reading that book together had been one of my favorite traditions. Seeing it sticking out of the shelf right now made my heart ache. I missed him so much.

  I had a copy of the book— the same one Dad had read to me from— in my memory box under my bed. But I made sure to take it out only during those times when I wanted to listen to my “sad songs playlist” on Spotify and have myself a good cry. Seeing it here in broad daylight, in someone else’s house, when I was least expecting it, sent a strong shiver down my spine. For some reason, I’d always thought if I started reading it without my dad, it would erase his memory from my brain.

  But maybe this was a sign that reading it again could help me remember all the good memories. I might as well face some of my fears. Perhaps I had been sent to this house for a reason.

  I grabbed a stepping stool a few feet away. As I was climbing up to get the book, the door burst wide open and an angry figure filled the doorway.

  He was an angry good looking figure. Very good looking. I glanced up at his tall figure, which almost filled the ornately decorated door frame. He was tall, with dark hair and green eyes. I tried not to blush as I looked back down at the wood floors, away from his scorching gaze. Underneath the flaming anger, I could swear I saw something else.

  Interest.

  “Whoever you are, you need to leave! How did you get in here, anyway?”

  Oh, shit.

  I gulped hard and knew that this wasn’t going to be good. He might be interested in me, but it also seemed he was going to punish me.

  Chapter 5 – Darren

  I opened the door to my library carefully, peeking my head around the corner. I could still hear soft singing— more like humming— and I heard clumsy noise coming from that direction. Whoever it was, they weren’t really making much of an effort to hide themselves.

  I guess they aren’t here to rob me. My bat began to go slack in my hands as I rounded the corner and swung open the library door.

  There stood a red headed, curvy figure, with a face that portrayed innocence mixed with naughtiness. She still had youthful excitement in her gaze, and couldn’t be much older than a teenager. Her sharp green eyes looked similar to mine— something very rare. And she had a cute nose covered with freckles, which gave her the appearance of a doe in headlights. The way that she was batting her eyes at me, however, let me know that she was anything but a helpless damsel in distress.

  Lord have mercy, I thought to myself. She’s a feisty one, for sure.

  She was beautiful. But, I could tell that she was afraid because she stood completely still, her gaze bouncing between me and the bat that I held, which rested on the floor. At least, I hoped that that was what had her frozen in fear. But, it was probably my hideous appearance, too. I knew that my ugliness resulting from my injuries could shock anyone able to get as close to me as she had.

  As stunningly gorgeous as she was, I felt intruded upon and it didn’t make it much better that my intruder was cute as hell. I had gone through great lengths to keep myself away from people and yet here she stood, completely uninvited.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “Hey there.” She raised her eyebrows at me, as if telling me to chill out. Fuck. Why did she have to be so damn cute and sassy? “I’m Hope, Eve’s daughter. She asked me to come fill in for her today because she’s sick.”

  “Fine. But, that doesn’t give you the right to come snooping around my house. I’m surprised Eve didn’t tell you, because she’s a great employee. But I have very particular rules for where anyone— including the help —is allowed to roam.”

  I could tell that my words were coming out harsher than I had meant for them to because she took a couple of steps back. I hadn’t meant to use the phrase “the help.” I just hadn’t known what else to refer to her as.

  “Sorry,” she finally mumbled after a few seconds had passed. “And, my mom did tell me. I just, um, got confused and wasn’t sure which room was which. This library is gorgeous. I was just going to borrow a copy of one of your books, if you don’t mind…”

  “I mind,” I told her.

  I tried to soften my tone. I couldn’t help but look her over and continue to notice how sexy she was. She was young and had curves in just the right places. And I was especially fond of redheads. The way that her short, curly hair fell messily over her face only added to her unique appeal.

  “Well, get on with cleaning and get out,” I said, stalking out of the library.

  I didn’t say it just because I was upset at her for intruding. I could feel the beginning of an erection coming on and I knew that if I didn’t leave soon, she was going to get an eyeful of my hardness.

  She was goin
g to know that she had a powerful effect on me. An effect so strong I wanted to place her hands on the bookshelves while she was standing on that stepping stool. I would be in the perfect position to grab her ass from behind and stick my hard cock into her pussy. I bet once it was in her warm, tight slipperiness, that it would stay hard until it shot its cum inside her. In the meantime, I’d be busy pulling those red curls of hers and spanking that round, bouncy ass as I fucked her.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  I had only just met her, and I was already smitten. Eve had mentioned having children, but I didn’t know one of them was a grown adult, and sexy as fuck to boot. I couldn’t believe the only good employee I’d managed to find after my accident was holding out on me like this.

  She probably knew I’d want to defile her innocent looking daughter. I’d want to walk around in the woods behind my house with her legs wrapped around me, both of us naked but kept warm by our body heat as my cock thrust in and out of her every time my leg lifted her up and down while I trudged through the forest.

  After that, I’d carry her inside and lay her down in front of the fireplace, on my big bear rug. I’d spread her legs and eat her pussy until she was so hot and sweaty she was begging me to stop, because I’d licked and sucked on her clit until she had cum in my mouth so much her nerve endings were fried. It would be her turn, then, to take my cock in her mouth and suck it until she was choking on it, until I was emptying myself down into her throat and she was swallowing it up and begging me for more.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Despite being angry at her for violating my boundaries, I found myself smiling as I walked down the hall back to my study. Snap out of it, I told myself. There’s no way that I could ever get a girl like that to see me as anything more than a monster.

  But that didn’t stop me from taking my cock out and thinking about her while I stroked it. For the first time in a very long time, I was able to cum.

  This was good news for my cock, but, as I hurried to clean up my mess lest the little singer decide to wander into yet another room and find me literally with my pants down, my dick in hand, having just had a great orgasm while jerking off to the thought of her, it was bad news for my heart. She had already captured it, just by walking into my house and my life for the first time ever.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Chapter 6 – Hope

  My heart was beating so fast. I was so scared. I didn’t know if Mr. King was going to yell at me, or, worse, fire my mom because I was in the library, a part of the house that apparently was very off limits. I couldn’t find my voice. I opened my mouth several times, trying to explain myself, but nothing intelligent seemed to come out.

  As soon as he walked out of the library, I ran. I couldn’t quite remember what direction I’d come in, but I ran nonetheless. Because the cabin was so big, I had to run quite far until I came to anything recognizable.

  Finally, I arrived in a part of the house that looked familiar. I glanced over and saw the kitchen where I’d placed the food that my mother had prepared and made a beeline for the front door. I was scared and embarrassed. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

  I jumped into my car, started the engine, and sped out of the driveway, almost hitting the gate on my way out. My heart was beating out of my chest, and my chest was starting to tighten. I tried to breathe, but couldn’t seem to get enough air. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to my mother.

  When I got home, I found my mother sitting at the kitchen table with opened mail scattered around her. She had tears in her eyes and her head hung low.

  “Mom? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

  My mother almost never cried. She always portrayed a strong, confident woman who was proud of being capable of taking care of her family. Something must be really wrong. My heart started to beat fast again, for the second time in less than an hour.

  “No,” answered my mother, sounding defeated. “I’m just drowning in bills and I have no idea how I am going to pay them.”

  She collapsed into a coughing fit, struggling to catch her breath.

  When she finally stopped, she was able to wheeze out, “I wasn’t wanting to tell you, but it’s getting to the point where I just can’t keep up. You need to know because it could affect our living situation. If they were to evict us…”

  She broke into sobs and wheezing again. It wasn’t good for her to work herself into such upset in this fragile of a condition.

  “Mom, it’s okay,” I reassured her, rubbing her back while she continued to cough. I hated seeing her this way. “We’re going to be okay.”

  My mom shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks.

  “I just don’t know how, Hope. The money that I’m making working is just not enough. And now, with me being so sick and having doctor’s bills on top of it, I just don’t see how we’re going to make it.”

  My mother broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. I felt so bad for her. It was a huge load to carry alone and I knew it. And to be sick on top of it. I felt helpless as I watched my mother fall apart.

  Stopping abruptly and uncovering her tear-stained face, she asked, “Why are you back so early? I know that you can work pretty fast, but there’s no way that you did that whole big house already. Even just the parts we’re allowed into are huge.”

  I really didn’t want to give her more bad news, especially considering she was already stressed and upset. But, I knew that I was going to have to tell her sooner rather than later, so I figured I might as well treat it like a band aid that had to come off, and just rip right into it.

  “Okay, don’t be mad…”

  “Oh, no,” my mother groaned. I thought that she was going to collapse right there at the table. “I hate when you start things off that way. It’s a guarantee that I will be mad.”

  “I was in the library…”

  “Why were you in the library?” my mother interrupted wildly. “You are never supposed to step foot on that side of the house! I told you that.”

  “I know! I’m sorry,” I told her, sincerely. “I was just trying to get a look at the house. It’s huge! And then I got lost, and couldn’t remember which part you said not to go into. Nor did I even know which part I was in after a while. It was like some crazy maze.”

  I laughed, but my mother just shook her head at me. She clearly didn’t find what I was saying to be very funny.

  “But, anyway,” I rushed to continue, “I think I startled Mr. King or something and he came into the library with a bat, like I was a burglar or something. He freaked out on me. So I guess I just got really scared, and I left.”

  Did I look scared? I wondered. I thought I had managed to hide it pretty well. I played coy, and it seemed as if there was a connection between Mr. King and me. After all, he hadn’t kicked me out then and there. He had told me to go clean. There must have been something about me that made him want to keep me around.

  It could have just been consideration for my mother, whom he had admitted was a great employee. But I’d like to think it was something more. Maybe his tall frame would be good at picking me up and throwing me down on the bed. I’d never even had sex before and I was saving my virginity for someone who knew what they were doing, unlike all the dorky guys I’d kissed in high school.

  I bet Mr. King would definitely know what he was doing. He looked at me like he wanted to ravish me. But, I tried to stay focused on the matter at hand, so I wouldn’t be distracted and not pay attention to what my mom was saying. She hated when I did that, and it was clear that she really needed my help right now, and I was just messing things up even further for her.

  “Hope!” my mother shouted. “I’m sitting here stressed about paying the bills and this could potentially really set me back. Mr. King pays me the most out of all my cleaning or cooking clients, so I really can’t afford to lose him. Especially right now.”

  Those had been my thoughts the whole drive back from Mr. King’s mansion. I was letting
my mom down. I was adding to her stress. I had to fix this.

  “I’m sure that everything will be okay.” I said it with a forceful tone, trying to convince myself as much as my mother.

  “You have to go back and clean that house. There is really no other way around it.”

  Going back into that house was one of the last things that I wanted to do. But, I couldn’t bear to let my mom down again. I couldn’t stand the thought that I could possibly be the reason that she would shed more tears. I was willing to do anything, even voluntarily go back into that house, where Mr. King was very mad at me.

  But, I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I was curious about seeing Mr. King again. And I had a feeling that beneath his tough guy exterior, he wanted to see me again, too.

  “Of course, Mom. I’ll go back and do an amazing job. And I know what else I’ll do. I’ll bake him an apple pie. There’s no way that he can still be mad if I bring him one of those. Everyone always says my apple pies are the best.”

  “He was mad?” asked my mother, fear beginning to creep into her voice.

  “Well, not mad. But, I don’t think that he was happy that I was in that part of the house.”

  My mother fell silent and her gaze drifted off. She was lost in her thoughts and I could tell. I was about to scream because I couldn’t stand the silence, but she finally spoke.

  “I’m sure he was mad, since he doesn’t like anyone going near him. But, you do have a certain way with people. And with baking goods. Hopefully your pie really can win him over. Thank you, Hope,” she said, mustering the strength to let a plastic smile play about her lips.

  “You’re welcome, Mom,” I said, squeezing her shoulders and then walking toward my bedroom.

  I closed the door to my bedroom once I got there and sunk to the floor against it. I could still hear the faint sound of my mother crying. I had messed up, big time. I thought that my heart was going to break.