Runaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 3)

by Lily Harlem

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  RUNAWAYS

  The Challenge Book #3

  By Lily Harlem

  Runaways: text copyright © Lily Harlem 2017

  All Rights Reserved

  With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from Lily Harlem.

  Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the author’s written permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  Please note this book is intended for mature readers.

  Artwork by Studioenp.

  Edited by Studioenp.

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  Olivia fears her life is about to be torn apart. Being separated from her men isn’t something she can contemplate. How can she possibly go back to her old life in Portsmouth after all that’s happened?

  So when Raul’s ambitious idea begins to take shape, she soon finds herself in another continent and with another challenge ahead. A challenge that will test all of her skills and demand nerves of steel.

  Because Africa is hot and wild. A new adventure awaits around every corner. She has to keep her eye on the ball, and her finger on the pulse. Not just because there’s danger all around, but because of the tension between the guys she’s in love with…oh, and the other one.

  Will Paul ever truly fit in? What the heck is going on between the two Alphas in her harem? And can she hold them all together when the temperature reaches boiling point? Only time will tell.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  About The Challenge

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Olivia gripped Raul tighter and stared at Paul.

  “Well?” Paul asked, grinning. “What do you think? Up for it?”

  She opened her mouth and closed it again. He’d just annoyed the hell out of her, and now he wanted to accompany her and her men on their next challenge—Africa. Was he serious?

  “I’m being deadly serious,” he said, studying her, his smile dropping. “This is just the kind of thing Global Medics gets involved in. Throw in Dante Vidal’s son and it’s a dead cert.” He nodded at the money in Raul’s hand. “And I reckon you’ve got enough there to build a reasonable structure and get a decent amount of equipment if you budget accordingly.”

  “You want to come with us?” Olivia said, still hardly believing it.

  “Aye. You’ll need a doctor from the start. Word will get out that a hospital is being built, and before you’ve even got the roof on there’ll be customers. Believe me, I know from experience.”

  Olivia looked around the room, wondering if her men were having the same hesitations about Paul joining them as she was.

  Harry stood with his hands on his hips, chest puffed up. He nodded at her, once, his expression serious.

  Evan was rubbing his bottom lip and his attention was on Paul. He didn’t seem so sure.

  Mason and Lucas shared a glance. She didn’t need to be able to read their minds to know they wanted their elder brother hitching a ride with them. Of course they did.

  “What do you think, mi niña hermosa?” Raul asked quietly.

  She swallowed. She wanted to say no to Paul. Keep the relationship she had with her five men private and sacred. Paul was nosy, she knew that already, and he was opinionated.

  Raul gently rubbed the center of her back.

  “What do you think?” she asked, studying him.

  He smiled down at her, and she saw in his eyes that he understood her apprehension. That he understood her. “We do need a doctor,” he said. “You were very good with my burn, I still have my arm, but could you cope with more?”

  “No, I’m not medical.” The thought of dealing with anything other than the smallest first-aid emergency filled her with trepidation.

  “It makes sense,” Evan said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I’m like you, babe, I can’t fix people. A building I can construct, broken bones not so much.”

  She swallowed; her mouth was dry. It did make sense to take Paul with them on this next challenge, but something told her he’d likely upset the applecart. Already, having only been in this room ten minutes, he’d made her question her control over her temper.

  “It’s settled then?” Harry said, studying her. He’d said it as a question rather than a statement.

  This was it. If she really objected, if she wanted to insist on finding African staff and not taking Paul, now was her chance to say so.

  “It’ll be great having you there.” Lucas slapped Paul on the shoulder. “A real family trip.” He grinned.

  Paul kept his gaze on Olivia.

  He knew full well she hadn’t agreed to it yet.

  And until she did…

  She looked at Lucas. He loved his older brother and she loved Lucas. With that in mind, how could she say no? He was so happy at the thought of Paul joining them on this adventure. And at the end of the day, she wanted her men to be happy, which meant she’d have to make compromises along the way.

  “Okay,” she said, maintaining Paul’s eye contact. “We do need a doctor. So you’re in.”

  “Good.” He turned to Lucas and gave him a short sharp hug.

  “This is an excellent plan,” Riley, Dante’s personal assistant said, stepping from the corner of the room. “I’ll speak to your father straight away, Harry. I’m sure he’ll be willing to support such a noble and charitable expedition.”

  “Thanks.” Harry nodded. “Appreciate it.”

  “Yeah, thanks, mate.” Evan grinned at Riley, a man who seemed to make everything happen seamlessly—most of the time.

  “And now,” Olivia said, runn
ing her hand down Raul’s chest to smooth his t-shirt where she’d been gripping it. “I need to speak to Mason. In private.”

  She stepped away from Raul, past Paul and Lucas and took hold of Mason’s hand.

  His eyes flashed. His mouth was set in a hard, tight line. He didn’t speak.

  No one did.

  She tugged him away from his brothers. She was sure Riley was wondering about her tactile relationship with each of the crew, and it would be fueling Paul’s already active imagination, but right now, she had bigger things to worry about.

  As she walked past Harry she paused. “Can I have one of those spare room keys?”

  “Sure thing.” He delved into his pocket and handed her one. “It’s directly opposite.”

  “Thanks.”

  She continued to lead Mason to the door. His hand was warm, and he held her fingers tight. Much as he was quiet and brooding, she knew his emotions were bubbling, the same way hers were.

  They needed to unleash their desire. Face the hurt they’d caused each other. Be as one—a man and a woman in love.

  As she closed the door to the suite she heard Raul’s voice. “Rum. We all have rum to celebrate Paul coming to Africa with us.”

  She stepped across the brightly lit, carpeted corridor, slid the keycard beneath the handle of the room opposite, then shoved the door open. Mason loomed behind her, his broad shoulders casting a shadow onto the floor and his body heat radiating onto her.

  The door slammed shut on its tight spring.

  He released her hand.

  Suddenly she found her shoulders and back flush to the wall and his big, solid body pressing into hers.

  “Mason,” she gasped as his groin lodged against her belly and their chests connected.

  He didn’t reply. Instead he swooped his mouth down. He poked his tongue between her lips and tangled it with hers. Kissing her as though he’d never stop

  His flavor coated her mouth, sweet from the cola he’d just drank, masculine and dark and full of passion. She closed her eyes and gripped his wide shoulders. Beneath the material of his t-shirt his toned muscles were bunched and as hard as concrete.

  “These need to go,” he said, snapping open the buttons on her leather pants.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck. I need to fuck you.” He pushed at the tight material.

  “Mason…” She wriggled and helped them on their way. “I’m sorry.”

  “No. I’m sorry.” He paused, caught her gaze. “I love you, no matter what, I just…”

  “Got frustrated. I get that. I felt it, too.”

  He tore his attention from her face and set to yanking at her left boot. It took an annoying number of seconds, but soon it was off, as was the left leg of her leathers, and her knickers.

  He straightened, kissed her again and shoved her into the wall with his weight. His breaths were coming thick and fast, his movements frantic.

  She relished his desperation and his absolute unstoppable need for her. It was so damn sexy to be so desired. Quickly, and feeling just as frantic, she grappled for the fly on his leather pants.

  He groaned and helped her release it, then shoved the material down far enough for his cock to spring free.

  Her pussy clenched at the sight of it. He was big, but she’d known that. And in this urgent state, there wasn’t going to be foreplay.

  “Like this.” He hooked his right forearm behind her left knee and pulled her leg up high, exposing her to his cock.

  She gasped, went on tiptoes and clung to him.

  With his other hand he gripped his shaft and angled it toward her pussy. “I’ve never felt like this,” he said breathlessly. “So in love and lust. It’s only you. I just can’t…if I don’t show you…now…I won’t be able to breathe.”

  “Mason.” She gripped him tighter, digging her fingers into his shoulders and staring up into his pale-blue eyes. “Fuck me. I can’t live without it for another second either.”

  He held his breath and thrust his hips upward. His cock speared into her entrance, and he buried deep, shoving her up the wall.

  She cried out, so did he.

  The sudden impalement was dense, all-consuming. It filled her so completely.

  “Ah yeah,” he said, still staring into her eyes. “That’s it.”

  She panted and adjusted to his length and width, her chest rubbing up against his. After a few seconds she cupped his cheeks. “Give it to me.”

  “It’s here.” He pulled back, then drove in again.

  “Ah, yes, like that.” The sensation was bliss. It stoked the fire of need inside her and made her greedy for more.

  He kissed her again, his mouth as frenzied as his thrusting. His body was rocking over her clitoris, building the pressure. That combined with the feverish need they had for each other soon had a climax hovering within Olivia’s reach.

  She struggled to catch her breath as she hung on to the big man pounding into her. She was lost to every sensation and adored how he made her feel so owned, so possessed, so utterly needed.

  “Come,” he said breathlessly. “Come for me.”

  “I am…don’t stop…”

  He upped the pace. It had already been wild and animalistic, but he thrust harder and faster.

  Within seconds she was spinning into bliss. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and let him take her to the place where everything ceased to exist but ecstasy.

  And then it was there. Release claimed her. She kind of yelled out, but the sound was stuttered and punctuated by the pounding of his body. She had no control over the noise. Mason was the master of her pleasure as it spiraled through her. Her pussy hugged his cock and her clit pulsed against his hard body.

  He pressed his palm to the wall beside her head and slowed.

  She struggled to catch her breath. “Mason, that was…” His erection was still buried deep inside her. Rock solid and thick. “But you didn’t…you didn’t come.”

  “No.” His nostrils flared as his breaths rushed in and out. “And it’s taken every bit of my willpower not to.”

  “But why?”

  He grinned, a slow, devilish smile, then swept his lips over hers. “Because you’re going to come again, hen.”

  “I am?” She wasn’t sure she had the energy. Her orgasm was abating, and her limbs weakening. Her heart was still racing along at an alarming rate.

  “Aye, I’ve got to even up the score, you see.”

  “Score?” What was he talking about?

  “At the farm, by the shed.” He kept his arm hooked behind her knee so her leg was held high; with his other hand he stroked her cheek. “You took me into your beautiful mouth and made me come so damn hard. Now we’re square, one orgasm each.” He twitched his eyebrows. “So now it’s time to come again, together.”

  “But I…” Did it work like that? She’d sucked him off because she’d wanted to, not because it was a scoring game.

  “I wouldn’t bother with any wee arguments, hen.” He slid his hand down the side of her body, over her butt then grabbed her other leg, the one that still had contact with the floor.

  But only for a second because the next thing Olivia knew, she was in the air, her thighs wrapped around his waist and his erection still wedged deep. She groaned at the change of position—his cock lodged into the front wall of her pussy produced a heavenly sensation.

  “Thank God for Harry having so many damn rooms at his disposal,” Mason muttered then strode toward the bed.

  “Somehow, I think any old cupboard would have done us.”

  “Aye, you might be right.” As he’d spoken he’d tipped her onto the bed, not dislodging himself he pressed over her and caught her mouth in a kiss.

  She crossed her ankles at his back—one booted and with her pants hanging from it, the other bare—and became lost in him.

  “You feel amazing when you come,” he said, rolling his hips in a small circle. The action caught her clit with just the right amount of pressure.


  She struggled to focus on his face. Her eyeballs wanted to slide back into her head. Her mouth hung open, and she was no longer able to concentrate on kissing. She gripped his t-shirt.

  A satisfied smile tugged his lips. “That’s it, right? Just there?”

  “Yes…yes.” She nodded. “Just there.”

  “You’ll come again.” He’d spoken with absolute certainty and confidence. “Very soon.”

  A few seconds ago she hadn’t thought she would. But damn, the man might be a karate black belt, but he was also a ninja when it came to hitting all the right hot spots, inside and out, of a woman’s body.

  For several minutes he didn’t thrust, just moved his hips so he was rubbing directly over her clit. Soon the pressure was mounting again. Her skin became hot, feverish. The need to climax gripped her.

  “Mason,” she panted. “I’m going to…”

  “Thank fuck…” His cheeks were red, his jaw set tight. “’Cause I can’t hold back much longer…” He grunted and withdrew. When he re-entered, he slammed up against her clit and her G-spot.

  She cried out, a long wail of bliss.

  He kind of growled then buried his face in her neck. He repeated the action.

  Olivia gave in to her climax, allowing it to hurtle through her body. She gripped his cock with her internal muscles. Pleasure sent shards of white-hot heat over her skin. She trembled, shook, and became lost to Mason and what he was doing.

  He curled his hips under, shunting higher than ever, then stilled.