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

by Layla Valentine

  Holding Violet gently against me, I run my tongue in a slow circle inside her mouth. She whimpers in pleasure—a sound that makes my heart flip.

  Why do her noises sound so perfect?

  Violet frantically twists my shirt in her hands and rocks forward, sliding her mound across my rough jeans. She still has her panties on, and I can tell even through my pants that they’re soaked through.

  Working my hands up her back, I cup her neck as I nibble my way down her throat and to the top of her chest. Violet moans again, and lightning runs up and down my shaft. What I’m feeling is more than just a need to bury myself in her, though. I want to make her mine, to have her say my name and know that she belongs to me.

  Slowly, I pull the jacket and shirt off of her. There’s no bra underneath, just round, pert breasts ready for the taking. Sucking in a sharp breath, I massage them slowly. Violet closes her eyes and pushes her chest forward. I can’t take my gaze off of her as I slowly twist and pull at her tight nipples.

  Instead of making every touch I give her quicker and harder, I slow it all down. I want to prolong her pleasure, to take her to the point of unbearable pleasure and need.

  Violet moans softly, bouncing a little against my hips. “Sean,” she gasps.

  Her eyes are still closed, face twisted in rapture.

  I don’t answer. My lips are too busy sucking on a nipple. With one hand wrapped around her waist, I wiggle the other one between us and languidly stroke the wet line of her panties. Her whole pussy throbs under my hand, and Violet shimmies her hips against me again.

  Opening her eyelids, her lust-filled eyes fall on mine. She looks like she’s in a trance, lost to the entire world. I keep teasing her gently as she unzips my jeans and pulls out my cock. The warmth and gentle touch of her hand makes me nearly lose my mind, and I drop my head against the sand.

  Violet knows just what she’s doing. With her eyelids heavy and her lips parted, she watches my face as she slowly pumps my length. Electric pleasure rips through me, and it takes every bit of self-restraint I have to not jam her down on my cock right now and fuck her till she’s breathless.

  Pushing her panties to the side, I slip two fingers inside her. Her eager muscles grab at my digits, sucking me further in. As I slowly fuck her with my fingers, I tease her clit with my other hand.

  Violet’s head rolls back in pleasure, and her grip on my cock strengthens.

  “Sean,” she murmurs, so low my name is barely a whisper.

  Hearing that does more to me than I could have expected. Pulling my fingers out of her, I take hold of her panties and rip them apart. As the pieces fall onto the sand, Violet gasps in surprise, her hand momentarily stopping its stroking.

  “Oh my God,” she says. “Did you…?”

  “Yeah,” I rumble. “Get on this.”

  My hands on her hips, I lower her down onto my cock, parting her tender folds. Violet slides all the way down, taking each inch of me. She bites down on her bottom lip, releasing a long and low moan. Keeping my hands on her waist, I slowly pump up and down.

  After a minute, Violet places her hands on my chest and looks into my eyes.

  “Let me,” she whispers.

  I can’t answer. The intensity in her eyes has stolen my breath. All I can do is lay back and watch as she rides me like a pro, her hips smoothly rolling back and forth.

  Her breathing gets quicker, a sign that she’s close to the edge. Palms on her hips, I rock up just the slightest bit as she continues to ride me. I want to be as deep in her as I can be when she comes, buried all the way inside so that there’s no doubt about who she belongs to.

  Suddenly, I feel it. Her pussy clings to me with a vice-grip. Violet gasps, her rocking turning into up-and-down bouncing.

  “Come for me,” I tell her, our eyes locked.

  And she does, exploding with a cry that’s music to my ears.

  As her orgasm subsides, I flip us over, so that she’s on the ground and I’m on top. The leather jacket protects her hips, but other than that, it’s sand all around.

  Violet’s lips are puffy, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelids heavy. I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her slowly. Pressing one hand against her cheek, I use the other one to lift her leg up at an angle. As I slip into her, she drops her face to the side. I can see the pleasure there, evident in the way she rubs her lips together and seals her eyes shut.

  Gently, I thrust in and out, making each movement as slow as I can. Violet’s breaths become harsh again, and she wraps her arms around my neck, keeping me close to her. As my cock takes care of her, I lightly run my teeth along her earlobe and down her neck. The delicate skin there tempts my tongue, and I take a small bit in my mouth and suck away.

  She’ll have a mark for days. Every time Frank sees it, he’ll know I put it there.

  “Kiss me,” I tell her.

  She complies right away, turning her face to mine and sending her tongue between my teeth. Our tongues rock against each other, mimicking the motion of our hips. She’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Vanilla. Berries.

  Home.

  At this moment, I need her like I need oxygen. Dropping my other arm, I lift both her legs, pushing them up so I can have full, unhindered access to her body. I keep my weight pressed forward, my chest hovering right over Violet’s as I slowly take care of her.

  She’s gasping my name, clinging to my back.

  You belong to me.

  The words are on my lips, but I keep them checked. Instead, I focus on what I need to do, the pleasure I want to give Violet.

  I can feel her tensing up, her nails biting into my back as she comes a second time. This time, I let loose, releasing my seed deep into her. We come together, our lips locked.

  With my orgasm subsiding, I still against her. Violet shudders, and I kiss her gently on the cheek. Our exhales mix, and, for one moment, everything is perfect. I’d be a fool to ever climb off of her.

  I want her. In a real way.

  The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Of course. How come I never realized it before?

  Maybe I’ve never been interested in serious girlfriends because I was ignoring the plain and simple truth. There’s only one woman who’s worth having around, and I let her slip away years ago.

  “Sean,” she whispers against my jaw.

  “Mm?” I graze my lips along hers.

  “My legs are sore.”

  “Oh. Sorry.”

  Gently, I release my hold and climb off of her. With her hair all messy and the red spot on her neck from my sucking, she’s more beautiful than I can ever remember her looking.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.”

  Violet gives me a wary look. “Really?”

  I seriously nod. “Yes.”

  Her gaze softens before she quickly looks away and grabs her clothes.

  I zip my pants up and watch as she dresses. Not knowing when I’ll be able to get her alone again has a rock forming in my gut.

  This isn’t right, these games. What are we doing? What if I lose?

  Or, what if I win? What if Violet does get a baby in her—my baby—and then spends the rest of her life avoiding me?

  I thought before that I would be fine with that, but the truth is that I’m not. Suddenly, that dream house in the woods is looking pretty lonely.

  “I’m sorry.” The words tumble from my lips.

  Violet’s standing, just finishing putting on her jacket. She turns, looking just as surprised as I am. Again, words fell out of my mouth without any planning. How come that’s always happening around her?

  “Oh. For, uh…what?”

  The apology gets all tangled in my throat, and I almost don’t let it come out. No pussy bullshit, though. I already began this apology, and now I need to finish it. My dad taught me that a man who doesn’t open his heart up and at least try to be kind isn’t a real man at all. So, here I go.

  “I’m sorry for the bet. That was a stupid thing to do.”

 
She blinks rapidly, surprised. “Don’t worry about it.”

  She has to be kidding.

  “I really am.” I stand up, but keep the distance between us. “It was a—”

  “Sean. It’s fine.” Violet raises her eyebrows and smiles, but there’s something fake about it. “I mean, it’s worked out well for me.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. At this rate, I’ll be pregnant in no time.”

  She turns away and starts dumping sand out of her shoes.

  My gaze falls on the ocean. There seem to be all kinds of words bouncing around in my head, but I can’t get a firm grip on any of them. Apologizing was supposed to mean something, was supposed to bring us closer together.

  And Violet just brushed me off like it meant nothing.

  But what else can I expect? Just as she’s already made clear, the primarily objective here is impregnating her. Everything else is an afterthought.

  It doesn’t matter how much I still care for her.

  “You ready to go?” I ask.

  My whole torso is tight and heavy, my body resisting the idea of dropping Violet off at her house.

  “Yeah.”

  She gives me another one of those less-than-genuine smiles, the mood the polar opposite of what it was ten minutes ago.

  When we were on the sand, Violet secured in my arms, I felt closer to her than I’d ever been…closer to her than I’d ever been to anyone.

  And now, that’s all gone.

  I want to shout, to tell her that this is all wrong. Maybe a traditional relationship isn’t what either one of us needs, but there has to be something else that’s right, something we never considered. A life that belongs to just the two of us.

  The words won’t come, though. Violet’s already walking away, kicking her way through the sand—and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  Chapter 16

  Violet

  I lean against the bathroom counter, my fingers pressed against my lips. Though I only just peed on the pregnancy test, I can’t stop my eyes from constantly going to where it sits on the counter.

  It’s too early to take a test. Right?

  Yes. Of course. Only a week has gone by since I last had sex—that day with Sean on the beach.

  I haven’t seen either one of the guys since then, but they’ve been on my mind nonstop. Especially Sean. The way he acted on the beach…I can’t put my finger on it, but something strange was going on there.

  Before I can let my thoughts go down that rabbit hole, I pull my phone from my pocket and check it. No messages.

  My heart sinks. I’ve texted both Frank and Sean a few times, trying to arrange meet-ups, but it just hasn’t happened yet. I’ve been paying for that short time away from the gallery by working my butt off from dusk to dawn.

  Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about the two of them.

  Usually, it’s Frank’s body that I think about. When it comes to Sean, it’s everything… His laugh. His smile. The tender way he always touches me.

  “Stop.” I point at myself in the mirror. These are thoughts I do not need to be having.

  An alarm goes off, signaling that three minutes have passed. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I check the pregnancy test.

  Negative.

  Sighing, I drop it in the trash. It was silly to get my hopes up, anyway.

  Leaving the bathroom, I take a look around the quiet living room. Kaila was supposed to come over for dinner, but running herself ragged at the gallery all week ended up with her getting a bad head cold.

  Going into the kitchen, I open the fridge and stare into it, debating what to make for dinner. In the end, I just shut the door and sit at the kitchen table. I don’t want food.

  There’s only one thing on my mind. Or, rather, two things.

  I want Frank and Sean. At the same time.

  It’s a little crazy, yes. But isn’t this whole situation?

  Taking my phone out once more, I quickly write separate texts inviting them both over. There’s a big chance this plan won’t work. First of all, I don’t know if they’re both available. Secondly, they might be together—and adverse to joining me at the same time.

  I keep the texts vague, only telling them each that I want them to come over right away.

  Within minutes, I have replies from them both. They’re on their way over.

  A shiver runs through me. This is really happening. At least, I hope it is.

  Putting the phone down, I quickly shower and shave, my heart racing the whole time. What are they going to do when I proposition them? Tell me I’m insane? Leave and never speak to me again?

  The thought of Sean doing that has me wanting to cry.

  Pulling a bright sundress over my head, I remind myself that repairing our relationship wasn’t part of the deal. I’m not supposed to get attached to him in any sort of way.

  For my sake, as well as that of my future child’s, I need to remember that.

  Just as I’m finishing swiping on some lip tint, the doorbell rings. With the same nerves rumbling around in my stomach, I rush to the front door.

  “Hey,” Frank greets, grinning. He’s leaning against the door frame, arm propped above his head in a pose that should look cheesy but is anything but.

  “Hi,” I breathe. On an inhale, his musky scent fills my nose. “Come on in.”

  Just as he does, a single light sweeps into the dark driveway, accompanied by the throbbing sound of a bike engine. Sean.

  “Can I get you anything?” I ask Frank, wondering if he can hear the anxiety in my voice.

  “No, I’m good.” He starts to reach for me, but there’s a creak on the front porch.

  “What he’s doing here?” Sean’s voice demands.

  We both spin around. Sean hovers in the doorway, brow furrowed. Judging by his damp hair, he also just took a shower.

  “I wanted to talk to you both,” I quickly say before either has the chance to storm off.

  A long moment passes, during which Sean and Frank size each other up.

  “Please,” I say.

  Sean nods. “Okay.”

  Frank’s already plopping down on the couch. He rubs the seat next to him, an unmistakable expression on his face.

  “Hey, Violet…”

  “Don’t even start,” Sean tells him.

  I settle in the armchair, and Sean takes the seat next to Frank.

  “Thanks for coming, you guys.”

  I clear my throat, all too aware of their intense gazes.

  “I have this idea… I was thinking that since getting pregnant is the priority here… Wouldn’t the quickest way to do that be for you guys to take me together…at the same time?”

  Sean makes a choking noise, and Frank jumps to his feet.

  “No,” Frank says. “No way! I’m not touching his—”

  “That’s not what I mean,” I respond, cutting him off. “You’re trying to get me pregnant, right?”

  He folds his arms. “Of course.”

  “Well, I just took a test and I’m not pregnant yet.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sean’s face change. He looks surprised, and then something else I can’t name.

  Desire is already swirling through me. I can’t take the thought of them turning me down and walking out of the house. And so, I do the one thing I know will work. I stand up and pull my sundress off.

  Frank’s mouth drops, and Sean takes in a loud breath. With the dress gone, I’m wearing nothing but a pair of panties. My nipples are already tightening, thanks both to the exposure and the sudden attention.

  Frank’s posture relaxes, his arms dropping and his shoulders loosening.

  “What would this be like? We, like, take turns?”

  I look to Sean, but his face is now unreadable.

  “Shit,” Frank says. “Whatever. Let’s do this. Hope you’re ready to have your ego bruised, Sean.”

  Sean emits a growl as Frank pulls off his shirt.


  “Fine,” Sean says. “Violet, if this is what you really want…”

  “Yes.” I look into his eyes. “It is.”

  He slowly nods. “Okay, then.”

  I gulp. As much as having two guys at the same time has always kind of been a fantasy of mine, now that the moment’s here, I can’t believe it.

  “Right,” I whisper. “Let’s do this.”

  Frank and Sean quickly glance at each other. Some kind of agreement must pass between them, because a moment later, they both lunge across the room. I gasp in surprise as Sean takes me in his arms and kisses me.

  Just like always, his touch steals my breath away. I loop my arms around his torso and give myself over.

  “Hey,” Frank says, from right behind me. “Don’t hog her.”

  I smile against Sean’s mouth. This is going to be even more fun than I predicted.

  As Sean continues to kiss me, Frank takes what he can, reaching around and tweaking my nipples. His mouth lands on the side of my neck and sucks hard, making me moan into Sean’s mouth.

  Frank’s hands quickly leave my breasts, pushing under my panties instead. He flicks my nub, and I push my butt back against him. There’s a hard mound there, and I can practically feel how badly he’s aching as well.

  With Frank stroking my mound, Sean continues to kiss me, cupping my face and gently sliding his tongue against mine. He still has all his clothes on, and I’m dying to get him naked. As we kiss, I tug at his shirt. Getting the hint, he breaks apart from me to pull it off.

  With our kiss paused, Frank seizes the moment and pulls me against him, jamming my butt into his crotch. One hand clutches my breasts while the other continues to run circles on my clit. Sean scowls.

  I want back in Sean’s arms, but what Frank’s doing just feels too good. My eyes drift closed, and a moan seeps from my throat. Pleasure runs through me in little shivers, each one sparking the next.

  There’s a clinking noise, and I open my eyes to find Sean stepping out of his pants. He’s completely naked now, his dick swollen and ready. I look for something to say, but there are no words. There’s fire in his eyes, a promise that he’s going to bring every tactic he has to tonight’s game. Just as Frank will.