Loved by Them_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Serena Akeroyd

  The image blazoned its way into Devon’s brain, and the sight had him delving between his fly for his shaft.

  He grabbed a tight hold of it, wanked himself off as Sawyer held her there, a captive to his cock.

  “For fuck’s sake, Devon! What have you done with all the goddamn paper?”

  Kurt’s voice was like a dash of cold water on the proceedings. They froze as his words traveled up the stairs. The door slammed open, all three of them turning to stare at the new arrival, and Kurt’s anger-contorted face turned hot in an instant.

  His pupils dilated—Devon saw it even from that distance. And he knew his friend well enough to know Kurt was harder than a goddamn pike.

  “Mein Gott, was machst du hier?”

  His tone was thick, the words close to inaudible as he stepped further into the room, his eyes glued to Sascha’s tender folds being split by Sawyer’s thickness.

  Before any of them could utter a peep, Kurt approached them, dropped to his knees, and placed his mouth on Sascha’s cunt.

  The cry she let out was sharp, almost pain filled. Her hands came up to grip Kurt’s hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as Kurt placed his hands under her ass and helped Sawyer keep her upright.

  Devon watched his friend slurp her down and fuck her clit senseless with his lips. Her head rolled against Sawyer’s shoulder, side to side, an endless moan of ecstasy erupting from her mouth.

  She was a creature of passion. So utterly taken by the moment, so enraptured by what they were making her feel, she was glorious with it.

  Her beauty had always astonished him, but as he looked on, she was so much more than beautiful.

  Devon kept his gaze focused on Kurt’s tongue, which he could just see from the side. Kurt’s chin was covered in pussy juice, and he made mumbling sounds that had Sascha shrieking with each vibration.

  Before she knew what hit, she was keening with an orgasm. Her legs came up, trying to clamp together but Sawyer’s hold on her and Kurt’s presence was never going to allow that to happen. Instead, she roared with delight at her orgasm, her face contorted with a pleasure so strong, it looked like she was in agony.

  Devon’s cock pounded away in his fist. His pulse was a heavy, thudding beat he felt echoing in his shaft.

  When Kurt pulled back, his mouth slick and unashamedly wet from her pussy, he growled out, “Fuck her, Sawyer.”

  Sascha whimpered, her head rolling from side to side again as she whispered, “No more, no more.”

  “Yes, more,” Kurt retorted, reaching up to grab her chin, hold her steady as he kissed her, fucking his tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself.

  She moaned against his lips, and the sounds were hard wired into Devon’s goddamn system. He shuddered at the noises she made, felt his blood pressure surge, and his need with it.

  “Put her on the floor, Sawyer,” Devon instructed, getting up out of his seat and striding over to the trio in front of him. Even though Kurt was otherwise engaged, tongue fucking Sascha until it looked like she could pass out, his hands came to steady Sawyer too. As a threesome, they helped Sawyer lower her down to the ground, his cock still firmly embedded inside her.

  It was a testament to their strength, sure. But also Sawyer’s determination not to leave her pussy.

  As Sawyer situated himself on the ground, Kurt, who’d had to let go of Sascha’s mouth on the journey down, asked, “Why are you using a condom?”

  Sawyer rolled his eyes. “I’m sweaty.”

  Like that explained everything.

  Kurt’s perplexed look had Devon hiding a snicker.

  “You know he gets anal about being clean before sex.”

  Sascha’s eyes popped open at that. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Can we not have a mother’s meeting while you’re skewered on my dick, please?” Sawyer ground out, his cheeks turning a pink that had everything to do with mortification and nothing to do with arousal.

  Kurt and Devon snickered, but Sascha lifted an arm and curved it around the back of Sawyer’s neck. “I think it’s sweet,” she told him, nipping at Sawyer’s jaw, then his throat as he turned his neck to give her better access.

  A low grumble sounded in his best friend’s throat. “I’m not going inside you dirty,” he told her, making her chuckle.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she retorted when he growled at her giggles. “It’s just amusing that’s all.” Then, Sawyer, apparently irritated at being mocked, jolted his hips up and Sascha squeaked. “Not funny, not funny. You’re a sex God. A veritable machine.”

  “A veritable one,” Devon retorted, grinning wickedly at the tableau in front of him.

  Before she could pass out at whatever moves Sawyer was working on her as he swiveled his hips, Devon stepped forward. “I know a way to shut her up, Sawyer,” he pointed out, his cock in his hand.

  She peered up at him with a glower. “And what makes you think that will work?”

  Devon licked his lips and pressed forward, not stopping until his cock was against her mouth. He painted her Cupid’s bow with pre-cum, and crooned, “Taste me, sweetheart.”

  “Oh fuck,” Kurt whispered. “She looks like a fucking dream.”

  His accent was thick again, so cloying that Devon realized how far gone Kurt was, but he didn’t spare him much attention. Just focused on Sascha. On her gimlet stare as she looked into his eyes, fighting his will.

  She didn’t open her mouth, just looked at him, until finally, she let her tongue peep out and she licked the cum he’d painted on her.

  She shivered, but his body clenched down in response to the gentle touch of tongue to lip, his form reacting like she’d stroked his cock from tip to base. Then, like she was at the end of her tether, she reached forward, grabbed his ass and jerked him closer.

  Her mouth swallowed him. Well, as much as she was able. He was big, her mouth was small. Still, she slurped him down with as much skill as Kurt had shown on her—none.

  This wasn’t about skill.

  This was about hunger.

  A rabid hunger.

  She was starved for him, and he felt it in every swirling lick of her tongue around his glans, with every hard suck and fierce swallow.

  His head fell back as she sucked him down, giving him everything she had. Then, he felt a cock nudge against his own. He jolted, peering to the side to see Kurt was taking part.

  He almost jumped in surprise, because Kurt had a habit of staying out of scenes like this. It was probably a testament to how she fucked with his control, and fucked with his mind, that Kurt was taking part at all.

  He watched from the sidelines, a hungry zeal to his gaze as he jacked off.

  Devon didn’t get it. He never had. Kurt got more out of wanking than he did fucking… still, Devon never tried to understand his friends’ quirks.

  Each to their own, he always figured. He loved sharing a woman. Always had. With Sawyer and Andrei, and Kurt watching.

  Sean never got involved. Andrei less, but him and Sawyer had shared a lot. Until the whole ‘ball brushing’ incident had stopped that in its tracks.

  He was too turned on to roll his eyes, but he groaned when a soft hand grabbed his cock and Kurt’s, pressed them tightly together before Sascha then attempted to slurp the crowns into her mouth.

  He shuddered, his hands turning into fists as he bit off, “Jesus Christ, that feels good.”

  They never touched each other sexually. If they did, case in point with Sawyer, they usually freaked out. But trust Sascha to break down their boundaries without even a seconds’ thought.

  “Fuck,” Kurt said, and it seemed he was stuck on repeat as he kept on saying the word over and over. It became thicker as she let go of their shafts, and reached up to tug at their balls, cupping the heavy sacks, rolling them in her palm.

  Then, she did the damnedest thing. Burrowed further down, stroked his perineum.

  Tensing at her touch, on the brink of refusing her advance, Kurt bit off a flurry of Ge
rman so fast that in Devon’s dazed state, he couldn’t understand him.

  Whatever it was, he realized she was touching Kurt in the exact same way she was touching Devon.

  Her finger rubbed his asshole, gently, lightly. Then she pierced the clenched muscle with just the tip.

  He grabbed a hold of his cock unable to help it as cum spewed out of his shaft. He jacked off, not stopping until every ounce of seed had been released from his body.

  Then, he realized what he’d done and looked down at her.

  She was as stunned as he was. But he’d acted on instinct. Nothing but a blind haze of need and lust and arousal swimming around his system.

  “Oh hell,” he groaned as he saw her, cum dotted on her face, her mouth and lips and jaw covered in it. It had sunk onto her tits too, leaving glossy pools of seed there.

  He dropped to his knees and reached for her mouth, uncaring that she was covered in his cum, just loving the sight of her.

  So raw. So primal.

  So theirs.

  He shuddered as their tongues clashed and he tasted himself and Kurt on her lips. A load moan sounded to his left as he reached up and cupped her tits, rubbing his seed into her flesh. He felt the warm release as Kurt came too, onto Dev’s hands and Sascha’s breasts.

  Behind Sascha, Sawyer’s grunting breaths echoed around the room and his gentle rocks turning into heavy thrusts as he almost bounced her on his damn lap.

  Through it all, Devon kept a hold of her mouth, then slipped a hand down to her cunt, traced a finger through her folds before he captured her clit.

  With a few strokes, she was exactly how he wanted her…

  A goner.

  Chapter Eight

  “Well, Ms. Dubois, I have some good news for you.”

  The doctor shot her a bland smile, and Sascha wondered if she remembered the time she’d been here with Andrei at her side. Or the last time with Sawyer and Devon acting as her guardians…

  They’d been quite pleasant to her, but Andrei hadn’t. He’d been stern with the doctor. In fact, he’d been rather rude. She wouldn’t have minded though. Better rudeness than being alone. Kurt had been in his writing cave all night, and she’d decided to leave him to his work and be a big girl by going to the doctors herself.

  She hated being a big girl sometimes.

  “You do?” Sascha answered the woman, shooting her an equally limp smile in return.

  “Yes. The scans came back clear. We didn’t miss anything during your stay in hospital. You had a nasty concussion, but you’re on the mend. And your cast can definitely come off today.”

  She blinked. “That is good news.” Sascha was about ready to hack the pot off her arm with a table knife. The itch… sweet Lord, it was worse than her memories of the chicken pox.

  “But the reason we called you back in sooner than scheduled is because the blood tests also show that you’re pregnant.” She gave a tight smile. “It would have been good to know there was a potential for pregnancy—we would have followed safety procedures while you were being X-rayed.”

  For a second, the world came to a halt. Everything screeched to a stop as the word ‘pregnant’ reverberated around her head like the doctor had spoken through a loudspeaker that was echoing like a yodeller in the middle of the Austrian Alps.

  “Pregnant?” she gasped, eyes flaring wide. “But I’m on the pill.” She clung to that statement like the lifeline it apparently wasn’t.

  “Yes. I’m afraid it failed you,” the woman said, not sounding afraid at all.

  In fact, the only person afraid here was Sascha.

  Pregnant? She couldn’t be. Could she?

  Well, she’d done a lot of stuff that usually helped make a baby. But…

  No.

  It couldn’t be… She couldn’t be.

  But the doctor seemed to think she was. And she went on and on in the same vein. Spewing a lot of words at Sascha, handing her booklets and brochures, telling her she had to schedule appointments, visit the nurse, do this, this, and this…

  Through it all, Sascha just sat there. Gawking. Delirious.

  Pregnant?

  There was a thing growing inside her?

  She gulped at the thought. Hell, this wasn’t Alien. The thing was a baby.

  And that baby was…

  Well, the baby had a potential pool of five fathers.

  She scratched her head. Who was the dad? In their household, did it matter? Or was it unimportant? Would they mind not knowing who the biological father was? Hell, would they mind being a dad period?

  Andrei hadn’t, had he? Nor Kurt.

  Sean had told her how he and Kurt had worked together to try to make a go of things before Katrin had had an abortion. And Andrei was still hurting over that.

  Sean and Devon were dark, Andrei and Kurt blond, with Sawyer coming in as a redhead. If the child was a redhead too, then it was Sawyer’s, but blond or brunet? Hell, they’d never figure it out without a DNA test.

  “Ms. Dubois?”

  The doctor’s bark had her jolting in place. “Sorry?”

  “I was just saying, if you follow me we’ll remove your cast now.”

  She blinked, then woodenly got to her feet. Following the woman, she sat still as glass as they removed the cast on her arm, and she didn’t even have it in her to scratch the faintly damp skin—even though her arm had been itching her for the last two weeks.

  The doctor had told her she had options. Abortion, adoption… that was if she didn’t want the child.

  But she did, didn’t she?

  There was no reason not to.

  Sure, the baby wasn’t planned, but… abortion?

  No.

  With her free hand, she touched her stomach.

  This was a definite accident but it was her child, and even though she didn’t know who the father was, her baby would have more dads than it knew what to do with. And she was richer than a Saudi Sheikh, dammit. She had more money than she knew what to do with, so, if they all bailed on her, she wouldn’t be left destitute and unable to support herself. There was certainly no legitimate reason for her not to see this through.

  Being shell-shocked certainly wasn’t legitimate.

  Still feeling the same way, shell-shocked, a half-hour later, she staggered out to the front of the clinic where her taxi was waiting for her. The last five minutes had been a daze of appointments with everyone from the nurse to, she felt certain, the clinic’s janitor.

  She had more reminders to add to her phone calendar than an amnesia patient.

  She slipped into the backseat, the daze of shock upon her as they traveled through a gridlocked Paddington.

  Watching the world go by was almost impossible. Her brain was turned inward. Inward to the most intense revelation of her life.

  She was going to be a mother.

  “Kurt?”

  Eyes flaring wide at the interruption, Kurt’s head reared back. It was too funny the way he responded to her gentle murmur of his name—like she’d fired a damn bullet at him or something.

  He took a second to blink, and she saw the haze of the blue light on his eyes from the computer, then he smiled. “Sascha.”

  The warmth imbued in that gentle curve of his mouth, in her name, had something settling deep inside her.

  Kurt was… She didn’t know what.

  These past few weeks she’d been trying to figure out the bond between them all. Trying to understand why it worked. Because if something this complicated felt simple, she figured it needed dissecting.

  Not that the guys felt that way, even with all their smarts, so maybe it was just an inherently female thing to do. To pick apart aspects of a relationship, to moon over some, and gnash one’s teeth over others.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, stretching his arms overhead, gifting her a rather delicious sight of his triceps tautening and bulking out his biceps.

  He was sexy in a professor way. Especially recently, when he’d just had to start wearing reading glass
es as he worked.

  “I’m fine. I was worried about you,” she lied. She’d needed to see him. Sean, the most rational of her men, wasn’t around but Kurt, the second rational, was.

  She wasn’t ready to tell him the news. Wasn’t even going to tell him he’d forgotten about her appointment… She just needed to be with him. Needed to clarify some things. Things that were important now she was going to be a—cue gulp—mom.

  He frowned. “Why?”

  “You’ve been working for eight hours solid.” She shrugged. “You’ve haven’t eaten or slept.”

  She’d been with him the night before and had felt him creep out around three AM.

  “You know not to worry,” he chided, sliding his chair back and getting to his feet. His strides were easy, languid as he moved toward her. When his hands cupped her face, he bowed his head and pressed their mouths together.

  She sighed into the gentle meeting of their lips, felt her own smile appear when he pressed his forehead to hers and his arms slid down to curve around her waist and haul her close.

  The hug was unexpected, but all the more pleasant for it. She knew he was almost asleep on his feet, and took advantage of the weakness to stay pressed close to him.

  He wasn’t that sleepy, his cock prodded her in the belly, but she knew he was comfortable too. The hard on more evolutionary than instinctive.

  A thought that had her chuckling.

  “Are you laughing at me?” he grumbled, turning his head to the side as he kissed her temple.

  “Maybe.” She rocked her hips. “You’re such a man. Dead on your feet but you can still manage an erection.”

  “A feat I’m very proud of,” he assured her, sounding so very, very German at that moment she wanted to snicker.

  “I wondered if you wanted to come and chill with me in the lounge.”

  He pulled back. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” And she was.

  Really.

  His eyes narrowed at her. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  She cleared her throat. “Nothing. I just thought it might be nice for you to relax a little before you crash into bed.”

  When she tried to pinpoint what exactly it was that Kurt brought to their dynamic, the only thing she could verbalize was a sense of ease.