Her Best Men: A Brother's Best Friends Reverse Harem

by Rye Hart

  “Ah, well, tough luck for me,” Dominic said, throwing his hands up and laughing. “Always worth a try.”

  I stroked Ember's hair and pulled her into me, letting her rest her head against my chest. I knew she was curious, but perhaps, it was too early for her. Maybe she didn't believe I'd be okay with it. Maybe she didn't know Dominic enough to want him. Either way, if she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to. I'd never force her to do anything that made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.

  “If you ever change your mind though, sugar, I'm here,” Dom said, shooting her a wink. “And on that note, I think I'll leave you two alone.”

  He stood up, and I walked him to the door. Ember stayed in the living room, sitting on the couch and looked shell-shocked. I knew it had to be an awkward position to put her in. Still, there was a light of curiosity in her eyes. I knew she wanted Dom, she just wasn't ready.

  “Poor girl, I think you broke her,” Dom laughed, running a hand through his hair.

  “Nah, she's not so easily broken. She's stronger than she looks,” I said. I shook his hand. “Thanks for stopping by.”

  “Thanks for offering to share your girl,” he said.

  “Maybe next time.”

  “There's always a next time,” he said. “I'd say have fun, but I think that'll happen no matter what I say.”

  “Yeah, I'd say that's a guarantee.”

  Dom turned to me, a look of curiosity on his face. “You really like her, don't you?”

  I didn't even have to think about it before nodding. “I do.”

  “Sure as hell beats her mother,” he said before patting me on the back.

  “That she does. In every single way.”

  ***

  “Did you mean what you said?” Ember asked as I stepped back into the living room. “About me sleeping with Dom?”

  Her head was cocked to the side, and she stared up at me with curious eyes, an inscrutable expression on her face. I joined her on the couch, rubbing her back gently.

  “I did,” I said. “Does that bother you?”

  She studied my face for a long time before answering. “No, I just thought maybe it was a test.”

  “A test?” I suppressed a laugh. “How so?”

  She sat up and turned her body so that she was facing me.

  “Well, you weren't too happy to hear about my mom with Marlon – which is understandable,” she said. “So, I was just thinking that you were testing me. To see if I were loyal, or if I followed in my mom's footsteps.”

  This time, I couldn't suppress the chuckle, and my laughter seemed to upset Ember. She scowled at me and put a little distance between us. Reaching out, I pulled her into me and kissed the top of her head.

  “No, Ember. I was not testing you,” I said, a smile still playing on my lips. “I know you're nothing like Lydia. Nothing at all.”

  “Then why?” she asked.

  “Because I like sharing? I like the women I care about to derive pleasure in any way they can,” I said. “I want them to sate any desire they may have – even if that desire is my best friend.”

  She sat up again so she could stare at me, her adorable face twisted up in a look of pure confusion. I kissed the tip of her nose.

  “But how is that any different than my mom cheating on you with Marlon?”

  “Because it's not cheating if both parties say it's okay. It's the lying and sneaking I can't get behind, not the sex,” I said.

  Seeing that it still confused her, I tried to put it another way.

  “Your mother lied to me,” I said flatly. “She didn't consider my feelings in the slightest. You, on the other hand, are different. You've shown me nothing but honesty since the first moment we met. I trust you. Even though I hardly know you, you've given me no reason to doubt you.”

  “So it was a test?”

  “No, sweetie. It was me giving permission,” I said.

  “You're saying I could have walked over, sat on his lap and fucked him right there in front of you. And that you would've been okay with that?”

  “More than okay actually,” I said, leaning down to press my lips against her. “I'd have been incredibly turned on and probably fucked you myself afterward.”

  “I – I never knew how hot that could be,” she stammered, a small smile pulling at the edges of her lips. “But, thinking about it – it kinda is.”

  “Oh trust me,” I said, trailing my kisses down the side of her neck, “It's so very hot. I want you to experience so much pleasure, Ember. More pleasure than you've ever known.”

  “You've already done that for me,” she giggled, her voice shaky.

  “That is simply the start. Believe me, there's even more to come. So much more,” I said, running the top of my tongue along her collarbone. “If you'll just let me show you.”

  “Yes, Jude” she whimpered, her lower lip trembling. “Show me.”

  Her hands found the back of my head, her fingers raking my scalp. A shiver ran down my spine.

  “Stay with me, Ember,” I purred. “Be mine, and I'll make sure you'll never be deprived of anything, ever again.”

  She moaned as I kissed along her cleavage. Already, my cock was throbbing in my pants, aching for a release. As much as I'd have enjoyed watching Dominic fuck her, there were other things I wanted to do myself. She just had to say the word and be mine, and then I'd fuck her beautiful brains out.

  “Yes, yes, Jude. I'm yours,” she said.

  The most beautiful words I'd ever heard, uttered by the most gorgeous creature to have ever walked the Earth. My life suddenly felt complete.

  I pulled Ember to her feet, but not for long. In one quick movement, I bent her over the side of the couch, her ass in the air. I got the answer to the question that had flitted through my mind earlier – she hadn't put her panties back on.

  I unzipped my pants and let them drop to the floor, never taking my eyes off Ember. Her perfect smooth, pale ass was beckoning me. I held her hands behind her back with just one of mine as I took in the view. Her auburn hair fell over the side of the couch, hiding her face, which was a shame.

  “Look at me,” I growled.

  She turned her head just enough for me to see her green eyes poking out behind the auburn curtain. Letting go of her wrists, I latched on to her hair and pulled her head back, seeing her more clearly now. A small sound escaped her, and I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure.

  “Do you like when I pull your hair, Ember?”

  “Yes,” she said as her body shuddered, proving her point. “Oh God, yes. I love it.”

  “You seem like such a sweet little girl, Ember,” I said, running my fingers through that thick, soft mane as I held her up. “But you're really bad, aren't you?”

  “Only for you, Jude.”

  With my free hand, I pulled her ass closer to me, rubbing my shaft between her warm thighs, dying to be inside those lips once more. Her white flesh beckoned me, so pale and smooth. I raised a hand and smacked her, gently on the ass.

  Ember moaned, her back arching. “Yes! Again!”

  I slapped my hand against her flesh, harder this time and she cried out. Never had I seen a woman respond to being spanked with such enthusiasm and pleasure, and my dick pulsed watching her writhe beneath me.

  “Harder,” she begged through clenched teeth.

  This time, when my hand met her flesh, I was afraid I'd gone too far. I'd left a red handprint behind and she let out a stifled gasp.

  “Oh yes, Jude! Please, fuck me,” she moaned, wiggling that tight little ass at me.

  Hearing her begging me was music to my ears, and as much as I wanted the game to continue, my balls were ready to explode again, aching with all the cum dying to get out. Damn. Ember turned me on more than anyone I'd ever met. She was my Kryptonite. Everything I'd ever fantasized about finding in a woman was before me, begging for my cock.

  How could I resist?

  Holding tightly to her hair, I positioned my shaft against her open
ing and spread those pink pussy lips wide, the tip slipping in just a bit, before I drove my cock deep inside of her in one hard thrust. She groaned, her falling forward onto the arm of the couch.

  “Fuck yes,” she whimpered.

  My sentiments exactly.

  I drove my cock deeper and deeper into her tight little hole, pumping her with every inch as she cried out in pleasure for me. My name on her lips was an aphrodisiac all by itself but combined with the moans coming from her was the sweetest music I'd ever heard. I wasn't sure how long I could last. Even though I'd cum inside her once today, it wasn't enough. I wanted to keep fucking her for as long as she'd let me, bringing her to climax after climax until I was totally spent or she begged me to stop.

  The position I had her in though, was making it hard to hold on. Seeing her ass shake with every thrust, my balls smacking against her smooth, cool flesh, was too much for me. Not to mention the fact that having her bent over like that mean I could go deep inside of her, the walls of her pussy squeezing down against my dick. So deep. So very deep into her depths.

  “Don't stop, baby,” she muttered. “That's the spot – oh God, yes.”

  “I don't plan on it,” I growled, pummeling myself deep into her.

  Her body shuddered, and she pulled her head back, screaming out in pleasure. She didn't have to tell me she was climaxing, I already knew. The spasms around my cock sent shockwaves through my body, forcing me to let go of her hair.

  Ember's head fell forward and she grabbed onto a pillow, burying her face into it as she continued to cry out for me, her words were garbled, not even making sense. I knew I'd hit that sweet spot inside of her, and I kept hitting it over and over again, watching her seize and writhe against the couch, losing control of her body.

  I had to hold onto her hips with both hands, keeping her steady so I could continue pumping away inside of her. I gritted my teeth, my balls curling up inside of me. No, I commanded my dick, not yet. Gotta keep going – gotta make her come again.

  It was too late, though. My cock pulsed as I dug my fingers into Ember's flesh, lifting her ass up off the arm of the couch and holding her against me.

  She was whimpering now, her voice barely a whisper, but she said, “Yes, Jude. Come for me, baby. Come hard for me.”

  It's not like I had much of a choice. Streams of cum erupted from my cock, filling her up with even more of my seed. Spasm after spasm, my hot, sticky load just kept on coming, along with my orgasm. In that moment, it felt like I'd given a part of me to her. Emptying my seed inside of her felt like a transfer of energy, and as soon as the last wave passed, I was spent.

  I almost couldn't stand, and wobbled backward, my dick slipping from her velvety folds. Her thighs were drenched in our juices and I stared, for a long time, admiring the view.

  Ember just stayed put over the arm of the couch, her body as limp as a rag doll. As soon as I regained my composure and could breathe again, I scooped her up into my arms. A lazy smile spread across her lips, and her eyes fluttered opened and shut.

  “That was amazing,” she said, her voice sleepy.

  “That it was,” I said. I kissed the tip of her nose as I carried her upstairs.

  Without saying a word, I carried her into my room and laid her down on my bed. I reached down and lifted her dress off and over her head. She let me undress her, looking about as sleepy as I felt. I pulled off the rest of my clothes – which was just a shirt at this point – and crawled into bed beside her, wrapping us both with my blanket.

  She naturally curled into me, pressing her body to mine, and before long, we were spooning. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Our bodies fit perfectly against one another. I fell asleep listening to the sound of her breathing, and I had to admit – I'd never felt so happy in my entire life.

  Chapter Eight

  Ember

  I woke up in the most comfortable bed I'd ever laid in, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. It took me a second to remember where I was and how I'd gotten there. Streaks of light filtered through the heavy, royal blue curtains, showcasing a bedroom I was only really seeing for the first time.

  A fluffy royal blue and white comforter was wrapped around my body, while Jude only had the sheet over his waist to keep himself warm. I was a bit of a blanket hog, but in the early morning light, it paid off. He slept peacefully on his back, his right hand over his six pack abs, his left arm touching me. Even in his sleep, he wanted to maintain contact, it seemed. I smiled as I took him in, inch by inch.

  His rich brown hair was messy, getting a little long and shaggy for him, but it played nicely with his features and the five o'clock shadow on his face. I traced a fingertip down his chiseled jaw line, having to touch him just to make sure he was real. His eyes opened, sapphire blue and deep enough to drown in. A smile curled at his lips when he saw me staring at him.

  “Good morning,” I said, kissing his lips.

  He kissed me back, not seeming to care if I had morning breath or not.

  “It's always a good morning if you're the first thing I see when I open my eyes,” he said.

  “You slay me, Jude,” I giggled playfully. “No man has ever talked to me the way you do.”

  His hand cupped my face, reaching around to stroke my hair. “No man has ever deserved you then.”

  “And you do?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don't even know if I do honestly,” he said. “But, I sure as hell thank God for letting me have you.”

  I nestled in close to him, resting my head against him, and traced circles on his sculpted chest.

  “I'm thankful for you too, you know,” I said softly.

  My pulse raced, and I heard his heart pick up speed too. He stroked my hair and we just laid there for a bit, cherishing the sensation of being close to one another. It was in that moment I knew I was falling for this man. It wasn't just the sex, there was more there. A connection. I wondered if he felt it too?

  His alarm went off, and he cursed under his breath.

  “I have to run into the office today,” he said.

  “Oh, okay,” I said, sitting up, allowing him to get out of bed. “I don't want to keep you.”

  “You're not. I'm the boss, I can be late if I want to,” he said, and his eyes sparkled in the early morning light. “How do you feel today?”

  I felt stretched and sore, but it was a nice sensation; a reminder of what we'd done and how amazing it all had been. Jude was much thicker than I'd imagined him to be and he'd made me feel sensations I never imagined I could.

  “Sore, honestly,” I said and laughed. “You really did a number on me.”

  Concern was etched across his face. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –”

  “No, seriously, I love it,” I said, kissing those soft lips. “It's a good sore. I love remembering what you did to me.”

  I felt his lips curling up underneath mine.

  “Let's bathe,” he said. “Hopefully the warm water will help the soreness subside some.”

  “So we can play later?”

  He winked at me. “Only if you're up for it.”

  His voice was smooth and low, and it sent shivers down my spine. He could make me wet just by saying my name. Yeah, I had it bad for this guy.

  He led me from the bed to the master bath. The room was as large as some apartments in the city, with a shower large enough to fit half a football team, and a soaking tub big enough to fit at least two people comfortably. Jude was still naked, and as he bent over to turn on the water, I stared at that fine ass of his. Checking the temperature first, he turned back to me, a small smile tugging at his lips as he caught me staring.

  “It's nice and warm,” he said. “Ladies first.”

  “Don't you have to go into work?” I teased.

  “Perks of being the boss,” he said, swirling the water around the tub with his hand. “I'd have to shower or bathe anyway, might as well do it with you. Conserve water, you know.”

  I liked the sound of
that, a lot, but I also didn't want to keep him if he needed to leave. The look in his deep, blue eyes made me move toward the tub though. I felt utterly powerless to stop. Gingerly, I lifted one leg and stepped into the tub, followed by the other. I sat down in the warmth and sighed. Jude was right. The water was perfect.

  He climbed in behind me, sliding himself around me and cradled my body between his legs. His cock rested against my ass, and I felt it growing harder against me. I leaned back, savoring the sensation of his body against mine, and closed my eyes.

  “This is heaven,” I purred.

  “Yes, it is,” he said, running his hands through my hair.

  He pushed my hair to one side and kissed down the length of my neck. I sighed and felt my insides tighten at the feel of his lips.

  “I've arranged for my driver – Antoine – to take you shopping,” he said. “Veronica will make you breakfast and lunch, and I figured we'd go out for dinner tonight, if you'd like.”

  “I'd love that,” I said. “Except the shopping part. I can't –”

  “It's been arranged,” he said. “Since your honesty saved me from a long, loveless – and ultimately every expensive – marriage, Ember, and it cost you so much, it's the least I can do,” he said. “Get some clothes, whatever you need. And I mean that. Whatever your little heart desires.”

  “Jude, I –” I turned my head to argue, but he cut me off with a kiss.

  “No, like I said, it's the least I can do,” he said. “Besides, I want to do it.”

  Jude reached for the body wash and filled a loofah up with it, then proceeded to wash my entire body, running the sponge over my skin, sudsing me up as I relaxed against him. When his hands moved to my inner thighs, the sensations overwhelmed me and I let out a low moan before I could catch it, and he smiled.

  “I so wish I could eat you out right now,” he whispered. “Maybe tonight.”

  “God, yes,” I whimpered.

  “I'll be hard thinking about you all day,” he said.

  “But I'll be here, ready for you when you get home.”

  “Damn right you will,” he muttered against my skin. “And I fully expect you to pick something sexy up while you're out today too.”