Power Play - A MFMMM Reverse Harem Billionaire Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 6)

by Layla Valentine

  Cody swore loudly, thrusting a little harder, careful not to be too vigorous about it. Cameron got the luxury of going much harder, and I moaned continuously, loving the heavy weight inside of me, pushing pleasure into me with every thrust, and the equally stretched feeling of my mouth around Cody’s cock.

  Then Cameron reached down between my legs, seeking my clit, and Cody threaded his hands in my hair and started to tug.

  I almost lost my balance, the pleasure ramping up from so good to almost unbearable, making me writhe as best I could while trapped between them. It felt like I was coming undone, and I moaned shamelessly. It made Cody curse some more, and Cameron plant kisses all down my spine. The hand that wasn’t working my clit came up to tweak my nipple, playing with it, slowly circling and kneading my breast until it felt like there was a line connected straight from it to my clit, making me all but scream.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” Cameron murmured in my ear. “Come for us like the pretty thing you are.”

  He sped up his fingers at my clit as he said it, and I came with a muffled shout, constricting my throat as much as I could around Cody and fluttering my tongue at his head. Cody stiffened and came with a shout. Cameron groaned, thrusting even harder and more erratically, and then he was coming as well.

  Cody stepped back and helped me up so that Cameron wouldn’t collapse onto me. I was panting hard, my legs feeling like jelly. Cody winked at me and then stepped aside, revealing Liam.

  I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Liam immediately slid an arm around my waist, his other hand coming up to take my chin, tilting it toward him for a deep kiss.

  Liam kept kissing me as I stripped him down, his mouth running over my neck, my shoulders, my face, and diving back in again and again to my mouth. I was starting to feel a little drunk from the taste of his mouth and the press of his lips.

  “Please,” I whispered, not even sure what I was asking for. I didn’t know if I wanted him to kiss me, fuck me, or touch me somewhere specific—I just knew that I wanted him.

  Liam started walking backwards, leading me, until his legs hit the couch and he sank down onto it, taking me with him. He rolled and I spread my legs, letting him settle between them.

  I threaded my hands through his hair as Liam kissed his way down my throat to my breasts, playing with them a little, scraping his teeth and sucking them. I sighed happily, thrusting up gently so that he could grind down against me. Unlike the others, I didn’t feel a need to be on display. I kind of forgot the other three were even there. It was just me and Liam.

  He took his time, waiting until I was clawing at his shoulders before he entered me. It felt like I was riding a wave of pleasure the entire time, the entire experience its own kind of orgasm. Liam rocked into me, deep but slow, kissing me and kissing me and kissing me until my climax snuck up on me, taking me by surprise and making me gasp into his mouth.

  Liam groaned and I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him even deeper into me. He shuddered and came, the two of us locked together like that. I closed my eyes, so I couldn’t see his face, but I felt him brush his lips against my temple.

  It was unbearably sweet, and I thought…yes. Yes, this was what I wanted. I wanted him.

  The other three were great in bed. Jason and the twins had just brought me to orgasm multiple times after all. But this sealed it for me. Liam was the one that I truly cared about. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to hold him, to know him, to wake up next to him in bed every morning.

  I wasn’t sure if it was love, but it sure felt like it, or at least the start of it.

  I don’t know how long we lay there for. Neither of us said much, but at one point, Liam raised his head up to look at me and I thought… Well, from the look in his eyes, I thought maybe he felt the same way that I did. He was looking at me with this kind of awe, like he genuinely thought I was something amazing.

  I wanted to see that face again and again.

  We all fell asleep together, entwined in a bit of a puppy pile. But Liam’s arm anchored around my waist was the one that I felt the most. He was the one I was thinking of as I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 19

  Gabrielle

  Kelsie glared at me from the doorway. “You’re moping.”

  “I am not,” I replied, pouting.

  Okay, so maybe I was moping a little bit. It had been three days since my “birthday surprise” on the yacht. I hadn’t planned on hearing from the twins, who were now out of town since the hotel had officially opened, nor Jason, who I was pretty sure was busy with a shoot or something in LA.

  But Liam… The way that he’d looked at me, the way the other three had talked to him, our date, and the night after… I’d thought that there might be something there. I’d thought before that I was wrong, but then he’d surprised me on my birthday. After that, I’d felt like I’d had a right to maybe take a leap of faith and expect something.

  Guess I was wrong. Again.

  “You are moping,” Kelsie replied. “Don’t even try to deny it. Look, I’ve got to go cook for a client tonight, but put on your pajamas and pop on a movie, okay? I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we can have a girls’ night in. Sound good?”

  That did sound pretty good, actually.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks, Kels.”

  “Anytime.”

  Kelsie headed out and I decided that she was probably right. I needed some downtime, away from men and away from stress. The past couple of weeks had been a roller coaster. A relaxing night in could be just what I needed.

  I still wasn’t completely sure what I was going to do with my life, but I’d started researching freelance writing jobs so that I could quit and make some money off of those while I figured out my next move. It was time for a change and time to step away from my old job. That much I knew.

  I was just heading into the bedroom to get changed when there was a knock at the door. I frowned. Had Kelsie forgotten her key or something?

  Anticipation curled in my gut and I tried to ignore it. There was no point in getting my hopes up. If Liam cared, he would have texted or called or something.

  But the last time, he’d just shown up, my brain reminded me. The last two times, in fact. Who was to say that he wasn’t doing it a third time?

  No. I wasn’t going to let myself get worked up. I wasn’t.

  Then I opened the door—and it was him.

  It was Liam.

  Chapter 20

  Liam

  I could tell that Gabrielle was shocked to see me, and I couldn’t really blame her. I’d gone radio silent after her birthday, not even sending her a text. She had every right to slam the door in my face.

  The truth was I'd been scared. The guys had all picked up on something between us, and they'd had no problem with teasing me about it. They'd even done it in front of Gabrielle, although she'd seemed confused half the time and distracted the other half.

  I'd had no idea how to deal with what I was feeling for Gabrielle. Wanting to get to know her and genuinely wanting her, desiring her as much as I had the first time, this had never happened to me before. I hadn't known what to do with it.

  So I'd kept my distance.

  But that hadn't been the right way to deal with this. Jason of all people had been the one to point that out to me.

  "You do realize I'm going to take your advice with a grain of salt," I told him.

  Jason sighed. "Look. When you're in a scene with someone, they have to trust you. And you have to be able to take care of them. Right? I know I'm shit at regular dating, but I know my subs and I'm good at the scene. So maybe when I say that I see a genuine connection, I mean it.

  “And even if I didn't have that experience, man, I've known you your entire life. I know when you feel protective of someone and when you want to spend more time with them. You really like Gabrielle. For the twins, for me, it was a game. I could feel that. But for you, it was more."

  Jason put his hand on my should
er. "And now you're moping. Like, we're back in high school and homecoming's approaching kind of moping. You miss her."

  His words hit me like a punch in the gut. Maybe she was what I'd been missing this whole time.

  This realization had led me to Gabrielle's front door once again.

  The moment I saw her face, it was like my breath had been stolen in the best kind of way. I really missed her, I thought. Then, I really, really want to do this.

  She seemed surprised to see me, and I couldn't blame her. I'd pulled the classic "sleep with her and don't call her after" move. I'd done it before, plenty of times, but it had always been clear to the girl that a one-night stand was all it was.

  "Liam." There was a cautious optimism in her voice.

  "Hey, Gabi." I smiled. "I hope it's okay that I still call you that."

  "I like it," Gabrielle replied. She was wearing jeans and a shirt, looking casual and relaxed. “Nobody else calls me that.”

  The possessive part of me enjoyed the idea of being the only one to call her by that nickname. And I couldn’t ignore the way that my heart seemed to beat at breakneck speed in my chest the moment I’d seen her.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t call,” I said. “Is it all right if I come in?”

  “Sure.” Gabrielle held the door open for me and I stepped inside. The apartment looked the same as the other two times I’d seen it, clean and neat. “Sorry, I was just about to watch a movie.”

  “Sounds relaxing.”

  I cleared my throat. No time like the present. I’d chaired charity boards, I’d run my own company, handled mergers—and yet the idea of putting my feelings out there was making me incredibly nervous.

  “Listen, part of the reason that I didn’t contact you was that I was trying to sort things out with the other guys, and with my own feelings.”

  Gabrielle froze. She looked the way I’d seen her when I first met her, like a deer in the headlights. “Oh?”

  “I realized… And I’m sorry that it took me so long to realize it, but, this is all kind of new for me. I haven’t ever been in a serious relationship before. I’ve never even really been jealous. But it seems I was the last to figure out that…” I laughed self-deprecatingly. “I mean, when I talked to Jason and the twins about it, they laughed, said it was about time I got my head out of my ass.”

  Gabrielle was starting to look less like she was facing an oncoming truck. I thought I could see a spark of hope in her eyes, and prayed desperately that I wasn’t misreading it.

  “I asked them to back off,” I said. “It was easy, Jason’s got a film he’s focused on now and the twins are going to NYC for a bit. But I didn’t want them to be calling you up the next time they stopped by. I want it to just be us.” I took a deep breath. “I want it to be just us. If… If you’d like that?”

  Chapter 21

  Gabrielle

  I couldn’t help it—Liam’s words were everything I’d hoped to hear. I flung my arms around him, holding him tight, relieved when he immediately wrapped his arms around me in return.

  “Sorry,” I said, apologizing as I pulled away.

  Liam’s hands tightened around me, preventing me from moving away from him. “Don’t be.” He huffed out a laugh. “I’m just glad you aren’t pissed at me.”

  “Who says I’m not?” I teased. Liam’s jaw tensed, like he was realizing he was in deep shit, and I laughed. “No, I’m not. I get it, you needed time to think. I’m just…” I could feel myself blushing and I ducked my head down. “I’m just happy. I’ve wanted this since my birthday. Maybe even before that, on our date. But I thought that you weren’t the exclusive type.”

  “For you, I think I am,” Liam confessed. “And I think I always was. I just didn’t want to put in the effort to find that one person. Then somehow you dropped into my lap.”

  I giggled, remembering some of our sex positions. Liam caught onto the joke and laughed.

  “Minx,” he told me, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.

  I turned my head, turning it into a proper kiss, licking into his mouth. Liam’s hold on me tightened even more and he slid a hand down to cup my ass, rocking me into him.

  “Kelsie’s gone for a couple of hours,” I whispered against his lips.

  “Oh, is she now?” I could feel Liam smile against my mouth, and then he was kissing me again, his hands sliding down to my thighs to lift me up.

  I let out a half-shriek, half-giggle as he lifted me. I was kind of used to getting manhandled by now, but it still surprised me. Liam placed me on the counter and I spread my legs automatically, letting him step between them.

  We kissed again, deep and soft. It felt good, unhurried, like we didn’t have to race to the finish line if we didn’t want to. We could take our time.

  I got my pants off, laughing as I helped Liam with his, then wound my legs around his waist. He pulled off his shirt and got to his knees in front of me, and I had to brace my hands on the counter as he started to kiss and lick his way up my thighs. Liam dug his hands into my legs to hold me in place, my ankles hooked over his shoulders.

  “Stop teasing,” I gasped, as he refused to give me more than one finger, lapping and sucking at me until I thought I was going to scream. The neighbors probably knew exactly what we were up to.

  “You love it,” Liam said, pulling back just long enough to say those words before lapping at me again, his tongue twisting in and out of me.

  I moaned. Goddammit. I did love it. “Please, more,” I begged. “Just… Just a little, please.”

  Liam finally gave in, adding a second finger, twisting them as he thrust them in and out of me. I groaned approvingly, thrusting my hips. “Get up here,” I ordered. I was dripping wet and aching for him.

  “If you insist,” Liam replied, standing up again. I stroked him a few times and he made a choked noise, his hips tilting up toward me. I grinned, leaning in to suck at his neck.

  He growled, his hands grabbing my hips, and then he was pushing me back. I let out an embarrassing whine of protest, but then saw that Liam was stepping back to retrieve a condom from his pants.

  “Real confident, weren’t you?” I teased.

  Liam tore open the package. “Real sassy of you when I’m about to fuck you, aren’t you?”

  “You like me that way.”

  Liam stepped forward, wrapping me in his arms again. “Yeah,” he whispered, brushing his lips against my forehead. “I really do.”

  He pushed into me and I wrapped my legs around him, letting him hold me up with a hand splayed across my lower back. He drove into me again and again and I clung to him, crying out, loving that feeling of being held and filled, the combination of domination and care.

  It didn’t take long for me to come—I felt pent up, filled with adrenaline after Liam’s confession that he wanted us to be exclusive. I would have felt embarrassed, but Liam seemed the same way, thrusting wildly and coming only a short while after I did.

  That was when I looked around us and remembered we were in the kitchen. I started laughing.

  “What?” Liam asked. “What’s so funny?”

  I gestured around us. “If Kelsie found out we did it in here,” I told him, “She’d kill us.”

  Liam ducked his head down to kiss my neck. “We should relocate to the bedroom, then.”

  We ended up relocating to the couch, actually, where we watched movies and ate ice cream. And when Kelsie came home a couple hours later, well, the kitchen was spotless.

  Epilogue

  Gabrielle

  One Year Later

  I stared at myself in the mirror. “Is it possible to not recognize yourself?” I asked.

  Kelsie peered around me—she’d been adjusting my veil from the back. “What do you mean?”

  I gestured at my reflection. “I look like me, but I don’t look like me at the same time.”

  Kelsie’s face softened and she gave me a sweet smile. “I think that’s how you’re supposed to feel on your wedding day.
”

  My wedding day. In just a few short minutes, I would be walking down the aisle to where Liam was waiting. I felt a little like I wanted to throw up at the idea of everyone watching us. But I also couldn’t wait. I wanted to see Liam’s face when he saw me start to walk down the aisle. I wanted to say my vows to him. I wanted to be officially with him for the rest of our lives.

  It was only a year after we had officially started dating. A few people that we knew had been surprised at how quickly it happened. Sara and Josh had gotten their wedding in before mine, but just barely.

  Most of the people commenting on how fast it was were people who didn’t know us, or at least didn’t know us very well. Colleagues of Liam’s, paparazzi, the general public, and so on. Everyone has an opinion when a billionaire gets married.

  Neither of us minded. Why should we care about their opinions? We knew what we wanted. In fact, I felt like I had never been more certain of anything in my entire life.

  It helped that both of us had wanted a small ceremony. The party afterwards was going to be crazy—inevitable when your best man is Jason Rales and your maid of honor is Kelsie Lyle—but that was actually pretty easy to plan. Liam’s mom and my parents had helped as well.

  To be honest, I’d been surprised at how easily our parents got along. I had forgotten that Liam’s mom was a professor and lived a quiet life, much like my parents did. Now, both mothers were sitting in the front row. My dad was waiting just outside, ready to walk me down the aisle.

  I looked at myself in the mirror again. My dress was simple, but I liked it. I’d chosen it because it was similar in style to the red dress I’d borrowed from Kelsie for my first date with Liam. I knew that he would recognize it when I appeared—he’d often joked about how I should steal that dress from Kelsie, or have a replica made.