Two Serve And Protect_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Valerie O'Day

  Things changed between them as her belly grew bigger. Thomas became standoffish. He didn't tell her about his days anymore. Their sex life dwindled to nothing. Naive as she was, she had put it off to being about her size. Who could be attracted to a whale? Once the baby arrived, all was well again. Thomas was a sex-craved maniac, thus baby number two.

  As his business took off, Thomas was less and less available to her and the babies. He refused to explain all the technicalities of his job and she allowed it. Her days centered around the care and feeding of babies. She trusted Thomas to handle the money side of things. Apparently, he had screwed up royally and wished to drag her down with him.

  They had grown further apart with each day that passed. Eventually, the few words they exchanged were sarcastic and snide. The house became a tense and unbearable place to be. Lisa took the babies to the park or to her parents just to get away and stop the arguing. They muddled through for a long time, telling each other it was for the boys.

  Then, their sons began to feel the tension. They cried when their parents fought. It was time to leave. Thomas agreed to move out, letting the boys keep the only home they remembered. The apartment was long gone, and this house had sheltered them.

  The breakup wasn't easy. Thomas had paid dearly for a good counselor for his sons. Now, Lisa wondered where he had gotten so much money. Looking back, she realized there had never been a shortage and there still wasn't. She didn't work. Thomas paid for everything. Dear lord, how stupid had she been?

  Lisa had asked for a divorce when she discovered he was living with his secretary. She was barely of legal age and dressed like a hooker. The witch always had a smug, knowing expression on her face when Lisa came to the office. She should have known there had been something going on. Oh well, that was water under the bridge. The little harlot was gone and Thomas had far worse problems. So did she.

  Lisa wished she was in the middle of making love to Harlow and Leonardo right now. Their talented hands, stroking her in all the right places, could make her forget her troubles. She needed one of them buried deep inside her and the other one suckling at her breasts. They would make the pain and fear go away and replace them with passion and ecstasy. Her lovers had become an essential part of her, keeping her sane. Must she choose between them? Would they both run when she told them she was pregnant? She wanted to be with them individually and often for future reference. It was a delightful plan and she would soak up the passion just in case it was her last. She placed a hand on her still-flat abdomen and made a promise.

  “I will love you and take good care of you no matter what else happens. You have brothers that will defend you when things are tough. Your grandparents might be a little confused, but they will love you too. They're good at that. We'll work together to give you the best life has to offer. Hopefully, you'll have a daddy as well. Will you have blue eyes or brown? Will you be a gentle soul or an irreverent tease? Time will tell.”

  Lisa fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, holding her baby near.

  Chapter 18

  Harlow’s mouth landed on Lisa’s left breast, sucking on it as if he was trying to extract life’s blood from it. Lisa moaned and pushed her hips into Leonardo, whose hard cock was pressed right against her wet, waiting center. Lisa had managed to get them together, though she was almost sure this would be the last time. She was approaching 12 weeks along and would surely start to show soon. She was horny as hell, though, and needed this. She needed them to make her feel good one last time before she got serious with things. She had around six to eight weeks before she found out the gender, and she really wanted a man to be there with her to learn the news if it was possible. She was already having a hard time, making excuses to her boys of having the flu every time they caught her over the toilet like she was worshipping it. Luckily, it did subside after one or two in the afternoon each day.

  Leonardo pushed his way in, and Lisa wrapped her legs around him, her mouth opened wide in ecstasy. Harlow slid his hand down as Leonardo picked up a rhythm, and it found her groin. Lisa whimpered as he slid it back up over her navel, wanting him to go back down. She wanted to be touched, to have the best orgasm ever. It was almost painful waiting for that, even as Leonardo continued to pump in and out of her.

  Finally, he slid back down, his thumb finding that sensitive place she wanted him to touch so badly. She screamed out, calling both their names as she found her body begin to give into them, shivering and quaking until she squeezed around Leonardo, forcing him to reach his climax as well. She could feel him throbbing inside of her as he bent over her with heavy breaths.

  Then, he slid himself out and turned her around, the two of them switching sides of her body so Leonardo’s lips landed on her mouth, and she drank down his flavor and scent. He had that musk about him today, and she loved it. It was one of the only smells that wasn’t making her feel ill these days.

  Lisa gasped as Harlow penetrated her slick center, going all the way in at once, taking advantage of her wetness. Harlow picked her legs up, lifting them over his shoulders, as he began to thrust hard and fast into her, making her eyes roll towards the back of her head. It wasn’t too long before he had her coming once again, feeling a little worn out from it all.

  Lisa stood up and grabbed her clothes in her hand. “I am going to freshen up for a moment,” she informed them before heading into the guest bathroom. She always felt used up afterward, and even more so now that she was expecting a child. And she wanted to be able to hang out with them a little afterward. She could not allow it to only be about sex anymore, even if the sex was mind-blowing.

  Lisa combed through her hair before pulling it up into a ponytail. She slid on her sweatshirt and pants, trying to ignore the tiny, hard bump that had formed just below her belly button, one she couldn’t suck in or hide for much longer, even if she wanted to.

  She smiled in the mirror at herself, thinking that if that was the last time they were all together, then it would be a good memory. She had been so afraid it would be awkward with the fact that the two men were seeing her on the side, inadvertently in competition with one another without directly knowing it. As far as she knew, they were still keeping it a secret from each other that they had seen her separately a few times.

  In her mind, she knew who she was leaning towards, as a father figure and maybe more in her life one day. She had seen him more times than the other, but her heart broke for the other man, because her heart was not being rational about any of it. It was almost time to tell them and let one go. Hopefully, it wouldn't ruin their friendship with her or each other.

  Lisa turned and reached for the doorknob when she suddenly heard a scream come from one of the men and decided to hang back and see if she could hear what was going on. Her intuition was telling her she was not going to like what she heard.

  “I can’t believe you have been seeing her alone and haven't told me!” Leonardo's voice came through first. Lisa's eyes went wide in panic. Harlow must have accidentally let it slip somehow. Ugh, this was not the way she wanted them to find out at all. She hoped the two of them could work it out and calm down without her. So, she stuck to the bathroom, not wanting to make the blowup any worse by walking in on them right now. “I knew that was what you were trying to do at that party we saw her at, get her for yourself when we decided to keep it the three of us to be fair.”

  Lisa waited to hear what Harlow might have to say. “C’mon, you can’t tell me you haven’t been seeing her too. I am not naïve. We all agreed that this would not work out forever as the three of us. It is not plausible in a long-term scenario, especially with the fact that she is a mother. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let her get to know us separately. I don't know why you are so angry. Yeah, we dated and messed around a bit, but we didn't actually have sex. We saved it for these times. I think she is doing this as respectfully as she can for a group of people who have never done this before. I have gotten kinky, but a relationship like this is all new to me; I am tr
ying my best,” Harlow defended. Lisa’s heart ached at the way he was defending her. Harlow had a sweet side, even if he did not always like to show it.

  She heard a sigh from one of the men and the sound of them sinking into their seats. She hated that she was causing them so much stress, and if the bathroom was set off from the living room better she just would have snuck out and left them to it. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid.

  “Yes, I guess I have been seeing her too. Just taking her out for a meal and some walks in the park and stuff. We haven’t had sex either. I didn’t think that she was seeing you as well. I guess I was being both naïve and selfish by thinking it was just me, that we had something different than the two of you had. I asked if I should tell you, but she said not yet. I understand where she was coming from, but I am sorry it has come to this,” Leonardo's voice came through low and exasperated.

  “So, I mean, what do we do, do we need to tell her that we end this? I mean, I don't really want to, but I am not going to hurt you, either,” Harlow offered.

  “I guess it depends on how we both feel about her,” Leonardo responded. Lisa turned around to make the faucet drip, only enough to make them believe she wouldn't hear them as she pressed her ear close to the door. “I know that I want to be with her. I am falling for her, hard, like I could see a future with her.” Lisa nodded to herself. She had expected to hear that from Leonardo at some point; he was the most certain of the two, moral by wearing his heart on his sleeve.

  Lisa waited to see what Harlow would say before coming out. She needed to know what she was walking into and how much harder, or possibly easier, her decision was going to be now with this information.

  “I think I am falling, too. I am not that type of guy, never have been. It has always been four or six months of hot sex and a lot of fun and then done, move on. I know I am getting older now and shouldn't be like that, and on top of that, it is getting hard to be like that with Lisa. She is such a special woman. But I know you have always been looking for a wife, a family, so if you need me to back down, I absolutely will.”

  Lisa couldn’t help but be shocked by Harlow’s admission. It wasn’t what she was expecting at all. He really had just made it that hard. She reached around to turn the water off, knowing she couldn't pretend to be freshening up any longer. Just before she left the room, she heard that Leonardo was telling Harlow that they had to let her decide. So, now, she was back to square one.

  Lisa walked into the room with a smile on her face until she saw how serious the two men looked. She had to pretend like she heard nothing, or it would make everything that much worse. “Did I miss something? Is everything okay?” Lisa asked, trying not to shake as she came to sit with them. It was Leonardo who spoke up, choosing his words carefully.

  “We found out by accident that we have each been seeing you separately. Now, I don't want you to think we are mad at you. We get what you are trying to do and would like to respect that by allowing you to continue to do so until you are ready to choose. How this relationship goes is in your hands, and we will not fight with each other over it at all. We can all still be friend whenever you're ready for the threesome to end.”

  Lisa tried not to let her hormones get the better of her as she fought off tears. “Thank you, do that. It means a lot to me.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lisa could not believe what she was about to do as she pulled up to her mother’s house, but she didn't feel she had any other choice. Sometimes, a woman still needed her mother, even if she had children of her own.

  Lisa was feeling ill that morning after having dropped her sons off at school. The jig was up. No one had the flu for that long, and she was now hiding her obvious bump with oversized clothing. At 13 weeks, she looked like she was more like 17 or 18, and it was most likely due to the fact that she’d had other children. On top of that, she was having to go in for bloodwork and a nausea prescription later that day. Threesomes were currently out of the question, and she had only been able to get through one more short date since the blow up at Leonardo's place.

  Lisa rang Marsha Howard’s doorbell, wondering how the woman would take it. It wouldn't be like telling most 60-year-old women that she had been sucked into a ménage relationship, but she couldn't imagine her mother easily wrapping her head around the concept either.

  Marsha came to the door herself, rather than a staff member, since Lisa had called ahead. She needed this to be personal.

  Marsha pulled her daughter into a hug and then pulled back, giving her a look that let Lisa know that her mother could tell something was up. She led her into the den, the informal living area, and they sat down together, cups of coffee out and ready to drink. Lisa declined to drink hers, wanting to keep herself as healthy as possible with the fact that she was pregnant and over 30 and instead looked to her mother, trying not to break down as she spoke.

  “I know that you can see something is wrong. I am just going to spit it out. I need you, mom,” Lisa cried, something she hadn't done in front of her mother in years, not even when she got divorced. She kept that all behind closed doors.

  Marsha moved to sit next to her daughter, pulling her into a hug. “What’s happened?” Marsh began to pull her daughter’s hair back affectionately.

  “I am pregnant.” That wasn’t what she had meant to say first, but it may have been the most important thing. After all, that made Marsha a grandmother again.

  “Oh goodness! No wonder you are so emotional and look like a wreck. I should have guessed.” Lisa shot her mother a glare, but it made Marsha chuckle. “Look, I know you are not married anymore, but that doesn't seem to be a big deal these days. And I always thought you would get with someone and have at least one more baby. Does this have to do with the father, though? Please tell me it is one of the officers and not Thomas. I know divorced couples can have a moment of weakness, but he is not the best for you.”

  Marsha was rambling, but it was comforting. It was something that felt familiar to Lisa. She sat up and sucked up her tears and wiped at her face, ready to admit the rest of it to her mother. “Yes, it is one of the officer’s. I do not know whose, though, and they have no idea I am pregnant yet. I know it is not traditional, and I have never done this before, but we have all been seeing each other at once,” Lisa confessed.

  Marsha looked shocked, but Lisa was thankful she didn't say anything or make any disgusted noises. That was a good sign. “I should have known it would have been hard to choose between two good-looking men like that. They did both seem to have their eyes planted on you that night at the charity ball. I have never quite been in that situation where I was pregnant by someone and I wasn't sure which man, but I have had to make a choice of who to marry before.” Lisa nodded; she had heard the romantic story about her parents many times. It never got old. “I know it is hard to separate your heart and your brain, but on this, you may have to. It does not matter which one you follow, but follow the one that feels like it is right for you. Either way, you have to tell them. I can tell by the way you are dressed you must be starting to show. Besides, they have a right to know, and that may help in your decision. You may find that one of them is not interested in a family or that both of them are willing to be distant and supportive as long as it takes.”

  Lisa was so glad for her mother’s sound advice.

  “So how is your health, honey, how is the baby?’ Marsha asked, quickly changing the subject, which Lisa was also grateful for.

  “I am 12 weeks now, and I didn’t think I would have to go back until I was 20 weeks, but it looks like I will. They want to check my blood work because my morning sickness is so severe, and because of my age. Go figure,” Lisa said.

  “Oh, I am sure everything is fine. They used to tell women in my day that the sicker you were, the healthier your baby was. But if you want, I can come to the appointment with you. I don't want you to have to go alone.”

  “No, Mom, that is okay,” Lisa told her, shaking her head. �
�I would love the company, but I don't want to take your time away from this. I am a grown woman. I think you are right about the rest, though. I will have to tell them.” Lisa reached out to embrace her mother, a rare occurrence these days, and enjoyed the feeling of being mother and daughter again for just a few moments.

  Lisa spent about an hour with her mother, having a nice visit. She realized she needed this, that she had not had an adult conversation with another woman in a while. She hated to admit it, but the women in the PTA, regardless of age, were not mature adults. They were all about the latest gossip. It was amusing at times, but it eventually became more exhausting than it was fun.

  When she was ready, she said goodbye to her mother and got into her car, ready to make her way to the doctor’s office to see how she and the baby were doing. She would be happy to be able to put the nausea at bay, so she could function and eat properly, and then it would be time to talk about the next steps with the guys, letting them know she was pregnant. Hopefully, she would at least have some good health news to report to them about that.

  Lisa found herself a little nervous as she pulled up to the large building that housed her new OB. The one she used when she was pregnant with the boys was retired now, and she would be seeing a new one, a young woman who had one small child of her own. She was kind from what Lisa could tell over the phone, but having a baby was a big deal. Lisa needed to be able to trust this person with the safety of herself and her baby.

  Lisa walked into the building and immediately heard classical music coming through the speakers. There were three floors, and a large staircase sitting in the foyer right next to a large sign that held all the information new patients needed, such as where to find each practice in the building.

  There was the OB’s name, Julie Lanker, on the board, indicating that she was on the second floor in room 214. Instead of trying the stairs, Lisa went the safe route, picking the elevator. She was on it with a few others and smiled politely as she hit the button for floor two and waited patiently to reach it. Stepping off, she followed the signs to the hall where room 214 was and walked in, her i.d. and insurance card at the ready.