Hollywood Roommates: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Elizabeth Briggs

  I cross my arms. “So you thought you’d show up at the place where I work out of the blue?”

  “Don’t be like that. I know I messed up.” He steps forward. “But I want you back, Allie.”

  I gape at him. “Seriously?”

  “Amy and I didn’t work out, and I realized you’re the one I love anyway. I should have asked you to marry me after all. We were perfect together.”

  “No, we seemed perfect together, but we really weren’t. Then you went and started banging someone else behind my back.”

  He presses his lips together tightly and starts again. “That was a mistake. I realize I’ll need to rebuild your trust, but I swear I won’t cheat on you again. I promise.”

  Wow, this guy has some nerve. I honestly can’t believe he thinks I’d get back together with him. Even if I wasn’t with my three sexy actors now, I wouldn’t date Parker again for anything. In fact, I’m starting to question what I ever saw in him at all.

  I shake my head. “I will never take you back. Not in a million years.”

  He rests his hand on my arm. “Please, give me a chance.”

  I shake him off and step back. “No way. Besides, I’ve already moved on.”

  His jaw drops. “What? Already?”

  “Yep. And I’m much happier than I ever was with you. I realize now that you and I were just not meant to be.”

  “That’s bullshit. Who are you with?” His eyes narrow. “Let me guess, one of your new roommates?”

  “Yes,” I say, which isn’t technically a lie. I’m definitely with one of them. And also two more. But I have no desire to explain our complicated relationship to my stupid ex, and it’s none of his business anyway. I just want to get away from him so I can go home to see the guys who actually treat me well.

  He scoffs. “You have to know that’ll never work out. They’re actors, for one thing. They could get any girl they want and pretty soon they’ll get bored of you and find someone else.”

  I grab my keys and turn toward my car. “Thanks for your opinion that no one asked for.”

  “C’mon Allie. You’re doing the same thing you did with me. Living with the guy you’re dating. Falling for him way too fast. Putting the pressure on. Is it any wonder I ran to another woman?”

  I grip my keys so hard they dig into my skin. “I never want to see your face or hear your voice again, Parker. We are done. Stay out of my life. Got it?”

  “I can’t do that. I love you, Allie. I won’t let you go.”

  Something in his voice sends a chill down my spine. Or maybe it’s the possessive way he’s staring at me. “You don’t have a choice. I’m already gone. Now please, leave me alone.”

  I get in my car and slam the door shut before he can say another word. Then I speed out of the parking lot with screeching tires, anxious to get away from him and his creepy words. I always thought Parker was a decent guy, but now I’m worried I was wrong about him. Either way, I have a feeling that won’t be the last of him.

  Besides, he has no idea what he’s talking about. Not only is he a jealous, cheating slimeball, but he’s simply wrong about my relationship with Shane, Luke, and Matt. What we have together is real, I know it. Yes, I fell for them quickly, and yes, we all live together, but it works. For now, anyway.

  I can’t help but worry it’s all going to come crashing down soon though. Luke’s movie premiere is tomorrow night and people will photograph us together. What if it gets out I’m dating the other guys too? Everything could fall apart and the entire world will be watching. I picture Parker’s smug face. I hear Kristen saying, “I told you so.” I imagine all the phone calls and strange looks and coworkers who’ll no longer talk to me. Not to mention, what it might do to the guys’ careers.

  But there’s only one way out of this mess, and I’m not ready to end things with the guys. I’m happy for the first time in ages and what I feel for each of them is a hundred times stronger than what I felt for Parker. The idea of losing them makes my heart clench. No, that’s not an option. All we can do is keep moving forward and hope for the best.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  LUKE

  I pace back and forth, my nerves twitching under my skin. It’s the night of my movie premiere and the pressure is intense. Everyone will be watching to see if I’ve recovered from my divorce, and my entire career is riding on this movie doing well. The one bright spot is that Allie will be by my side.

  She arrives at the top of the stairs and I forget about everything else, because she looks stunning in a tight green gown that makes her red hair stand out even more. It’s cut low and hugs her body and I can’t decide if I want to keep staring or rip it off her and take her right now. Or maybe leave the dress on as I take her…

  “You’re going to be the most gorgeous woman there,” I say, as I take her hand. “No one will even look at anyone else.”

  “Thank you,” she says, her cheeks blushing.

  “No, thank you for agreeing to come with me.”

  “It’s my pleasure, especially when you’re dressed like that.” She tugs on my tuxedo jacket with a flirty grin.

  I lead her outside, where a black limo awaits us. The driver opens the door and Allie slides inside, a big smile on her face. I climb in after her, then wrap an arm around her shoulders.

  “Fancy,” Allie says, her eyes wide as she takes in the leather seats, silver accents, and low mood lighting. “I’ve never been in a limo before.”

  As the driver begins to take us to our destination, I open the tiny fridge and pour us a glass of champagne. “Better get used to it. You’re dating three actors now.”

  She shakes her head as she takes the glass from me. “It’s still hard to believe sometimes. Most of you seem so down-to-earth most of the time. Then you do stuff like this and remind me how out of my league you really are.”

  “Hey.” I rest a hand on her knee and gaze into her eyes. “We’re not out of your league. Don’t ever think that. In fact, one of the reasons I like you is because you’re not impressed by the glitz and glam of Hollywood. Unlike many of the other women I’ve dated, you don’t want me because I’m rich and famous, or because you think I could benefit your career by being photographed with me.” I take her hand and a press a kiss to it. “You’re real, Allie. And in this business that is a rare and beautiful thing.”

  “Thanks.” She brushes back a piece of her wayward hair. “Sorry. I’m nervous about tonight, I guess. This is all new for me and so outside of my normal, everyday life.”

  “I understand. I was just a country boy from a small town before I came to Los Angeles. It took me a while to adjust to this lifestyle too. But you don’t need to worry at all. You’re perfect.”

  “Okay, I’ll try not to stress.” She takes a long sip of her champagne, finishing the entire glass.

  “Maybe I can help.” I set my glass down and turn toward her. Her makeup and hair took lots of work, so I know she’ll be upset if I mess them up before we arrive. Instead I sink to my knees in front of her on the floor of the limo and push her low gown up, then begin spreading her legs wide.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “Helping you relax.” I begin kissing the inside arch of her knees. “Just lie back and enjoy the ride.”

  “Mmm, I can do that,” she says, as my lips trail up her thighs.

  I hook my fingers on the edge of her panties before looking up into her green eyes. They’re full of lust and anticipation and she watches as I slide the tiny black thong off her. Oh yeah, she definitely planned for some action tonight when she put that on. I wonder if her bra matches it.

  “I’ve been dying to taste you for ages,” I say, as I push the dress up to her hips.

  She leans back against the leather seat and spreads her legs wide, giving me better access as I move between her thighs.

  I kiss my way up to her mound and then slowly lick at her folds, taking my time to thoroughly tease her sensitive skin. She’s delicious and I can’t stop
myself from sliding my tongue inside her to get a better taste. Damn, she’s so wet already. I would love to shove my cock inside and have my way with her, but right now this is all about her. Nothing will relax her more than me taking good care of her needs.

  I stroke her with my tongue for a minute, listening to her soft moans, before working my way up to her clit. She gasps as my lips surround it and begin sucking. Then I add in my tongue too and her hips lift up to bury my face even deeper. I wrap her legs around my shoulders and cup her ass in my hands to lift her up toward my mouth, like an offering. Except I’m the one who’s going to worship her.

  I eat her out nice and slow at first, but then pick up my pace as she begs for more, her fingers tangling in my hair and pressing my face down. Her cries only get louder as I slip a finger inside her. I bet the limo driver has a pretty good idea what’s going on back here.

  “Luke,” she says, between moans. “Yes, just like that.”

  I thrust another finger into her in response, while at the same time flicking her with my tongue. That gets a loud moan and a hip thrust, and I can tell she’s getting close. I pump my fingers in and out of her faster, taking control of her pleasure with my mouth and hands. She’s mine tonight and I want to taste it when she comes for me.

  When she climaxes, it’s beautiful. Her pussy clenches up around my fingers. Her back arches off the seat. A loud moan escapes her lips. And she clings to my head so I don’t pull away or stop. I keep going down on her and making the orgasm go on and on as long as I can, until she’s practically begging me to stop because it’s too intense. Only then do I let her go and sit back to look at her face.

  She has that beautiful post-orgasm face I’ve seen before and want to see every day of my life. “Wow. Thank you.”

  “Feeling better?” I ask, while I use a napkin to clean us both off.

  “Much.”

  She reaches for her panties, but I stop her and stuff the thong in my pocket. “No, I want to know you’re naked under there. That I can take you at any time in a dark corner. Or slip my hand under your dress and touch you.” I grin as I caress her thigh. “If I get bored during the movie I’m doing exactly that.”

  “Promise?”

  Before I can answer, the limo pulls up at the theater and we’re instantly surrounded by the crowd of fans and paparazzi. Allie sucks in a breath as we look through the tinted windows at the red carpet that awaits us.

  I take her hand. “Ready?”

  She squeezes it. “Yes. But are you?”

  I glance back out there, at everyone who will be watching tonight, and nod. “With you at my side, yes.”

  The driver opens the door and I step out first and give everyone a quick wave. The onlookers shout and cheer and snap photos, but I turn back and reach down to help Allie from the car. She steps out gracefully and moves to my side, staring at the crowd as cameras flash and people yell my name. She must be completely overwhelmed, but all she does is gaze up at me with her bright smile and my nerves settle.

  We take a step forward down the red carpet and are immediately assaulted by the press, who thrust microphones in our faces. I keep walking, ignoring the questions about who Allie is, but keep smiling too. Posing for photos. Waving at the crowd. It’s all a big show, but Allie handles herself amazingly well.

  I do too, until another limo pulls up and my ex-wife gets out. What is Lana doing here? She’s not even in this movie. Someone must have invited her to get a reaction out of me. Something for the press to focus on for the next few months. But as Lana steps out of the limo and meets my gaze, I feel absolutely nothing for the first time ever. Not love. Not bitterness. Not rage. Just...nothing.

  And it’s all because of Allie. She’s helped me move on and she’s the only woman here I care about.

  I give Lana a quick nod and then slide my arm around Allie’s waist. “Let’s go watch a movie.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  ALLIE

  “Best night ever,” I say as we step through the front door and into the house. Luke walks in behind me and my chest feels all bubbly, as if I’ve just drunk an entire bottle of champagne. Tonight was perfect—from the limo, to the red carpet, to the movie itself—and I know I’ll never forget it. Nor the man I spent it with.

  “You were amazing,” Luke says as his hands slide around my waist.

  “Your movie was amazing,” I reply, before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

  Matt walks in then, wearing only his swim trunks and glistening with water. He heads for the fridge, grabs a beer, then cracks it open and watches the two of us kiss. When we pull apart, he grins.

  “Don’t stop because of me,” he says. “How’d it go tonight?”

  “It was great,” Luke says.

  “Except for Lana being there,” I add.

  “No, that was great too. I saw her and felt nothing.” Luke’s fingers stroke my back idly. “The only woman I cared about was already at my side.”

  “Good to hear,” Matt says. “Why don’t you two join us at the pool? We’re taking a midnight swim.”

  “I’d love to,” I say, unable to resist the idea of seeing Matt and Shane half-naked and in the pool.

  Luke and I follow Matt down the steps and through the sliding door leading to the patio. Shane is in the pool already, and as we approach, he surfaces and I’m hit by a wave of lust as I watch the water rippling off his powerful body.

  “You look gorgeous,” he says, eyeing my gown.

  “Thank you.”

  “Good enough to eat,” Matt says, as he leans down and gives me a kiss, tugging on my lower lip with his teeth. I laugh and push him away playfully.

  “I think it’s about time you joined us in the pool,” he says.

  “With both of you?” I ask, glancing at Shane. “I need to take care of Luke first though. I owe him for earlier.”

  “No, go ahead,” Luke says, as he lays back on the lounge chair, still in his mouth-wateringly sexy tuxedo. “I want to watch you…swim.”

  I turn back to Matt and run a hand down my tight green dress with a sly smile. “But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

  “Trust me, you won’t need one.” Matt turns me around and slowly unzips the back of my gown, letting his hands caress me as it slides down my body to the floor. The other two men watch, their eyes glued to me as I stand in front of them in only a black lace bra.

  “No panties?” Shane asks, his voice husky.

  Luke pulls them out of his tuxedo pocket with a cocky grin. “I took them from her earlier.”

  “Sounds like someone’s already had some fun tonight,” Matt says, as he unclasps my bra and frees my breasts. Before I would have been nervous about being naked in front of them like this, but not anymore. The three of them have given me so much more confidence since moving in with them, and I know they want me exactly the way I am.

  Luke puts his hands behind his head as he leans back on the chair. “I got her nice and ready for you. She tastes divine, by the way.”

  “I bet she does,” Shane says.

  Matt stands behind me and cups my breasts in his hands, slowly rubbing my nipples until they grow hard under his fingers. He tilts me so both of the other men can see us as he caresses me. I throw back my head, leaning it against his shoulder, as his touches send heat throughout my core. While Shane and Luke watch, his fingers slide down my skin slowly, drawing their eyes to my breasts, then my stomach, then my hips, before moving between my legs. He strokes me there as I wrap my arms around his neck behind me, clinging to him as he gets me wet and excited. When he slips that finger inside me, Shane lets out a soft groan, like he’s in pain.

  “Get in the water,” Matt says into my ear, his voice low so only I can hear it. “Go to Shane. I want to watch you screw him.”

  I turn toward Matt, placing my hands on his bare chest as I whisper, “Shane said he didn’t want to do that with you two around.”

  “He’s lying. He wants us to watch too.” He shrugs slightly. “But if tha
t’s really how he feels, he can leave.”

  I nod, filled with desire at the thought of taking turns with each of my men. I want to be bound to the three of them in a way we’ve never been before, with nothing between us. No secrets. No jealousies. No worries or fears. Just lust…and maybe something even more than that.

  I pull away from Matt’s expert hands with some reluctance, then slowly step into the pool, my eyes locked on Shane. As I sink into the water, letting it cover my naked skin and creep over my breasts, his eyes burn with need.

  “Shane,” I say, as I move toward him. “Is it okay if I join you in here?”

  “Definitely.” He glides through the water and then grabs me, crushing me against his chest before kissing me hard. His muscular, wet body presses against my breasts and all I want is to feel more of him against me, inside me, everywhere. I run my hands down his firm back, then push down his swim trunks, grabbing a handful of his tight ass.

  “I want this,” I whisper to him, as his tongue licks water off my neck. “But I understand if you want to stop too. We can go somewhere alone, or…”

  In response, he lets out a primal growl and yanks his swim trunks off. He tosses them out of the pool, while Matt and Luke both let out loud cheers. Shane’s hard length nudges at my hip under the water and my eyes widen while my heart pounds faster. We’re really doing this then.

  From this moment on, there’s no going back.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  ALLIE

  “Get over here,” Shane says, pulling me tight against him.

  I slide my arms around his neck, playing with the wet hair at his nape, and then wrap my legs around his waist. Fitting us together in the water, where we can float as one. I stare into Shane’s eyes, my pulse racing, as emotion flickers in my chest. I never thought he’d want to do this, or that he’d be okay with this arrangement we all have, but he is. He’s willing to do this for me. And that means everything.