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

by Rye Hart

  His hand stroked my cheek and made me to close my eyes, to involuntarily lean into the touch. The tenderness of his caress and the gentleness of his voice worked together to help burn away some of the rage that was flaring inside of me. It had been so long since anyone had touched me in a gentle, caring way, and it felt nice. Too nice.

  I expected him to keep at it, to keep questioning me, but instead, he surprised me yet again.

  “If you don't want to talk about it, fine,” he said softly. “But, if someone is hurting you, we have your back. I want you to know that you're not alone.”

  His words, spoken so gently, soothed me. It brought me comfort and made me feel safe, which was something I hadn't felt with a man in a very long time.

  “Thank you,” I whispered, opening my eyes to meet his gaze.

  His face was so close to mine and I felt his breath on my cheek. He leaned in closer, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine. Like I had before with Quinn, I wanted to fight back. To push him away. My fists were on his chest, but instead of pushing him, I found myself pulling at his shirt. Pulling him toward me.

  I clumsily stepped up on the stair behind me and he followed. His tongue danced in my mouth, literally stealing my breath away. In the other room, my mom said something to my dad that made him laugh, and their voices made the both of us jump, startled that someone might catch us. But my parents were still in the den, shut away from us.

  Still that didn't make the feeling that we were horny teenagers sneaking into my bedroom under my parent's noses all over again, diminish in the least.

  “Cason, I can't get involved with you,” I said. “I can't be involved with anybody.”

  “That's alright,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “There's no rush.”

  My body, on the other hand, was working against my brain. Looking into his eyes, I felt my resolve melting away, falling down like rain all around us. My hands were still on his chest and our faces were still close.

  “Would you like to step outside and talk for a bit?” he asked.

  “Want me to be honest with you?” I giggled, sounding like a schoolgirl

  “Always be honest with me, Hailey,” he said, his deep voice sounding more serious than usual. “Tell me whatever it is you want from me.”

  I leaned in, and while the urge to kiss him again was strong, I moved toward his ear instead. I whispered into his ear the words I'd always wanted to say to one of the McCormick men.

  “I'd much rather take you upstairs and fuck you,” I said, feeling a little squeamish for admitting the truth.

  My stomach tossed and turned, and for a second, I thought I might be sick again. Thankfully, the feeling passed quickly and the fires of passion between my thighs ignited, burning bright and out of control. Cason's eyes were wide, a salacious grin on his handsome face.

  “Let's go,” he said, taking my hand in his.

  As I took his hand and we headed upstairs, but a wave of fear washed over me. I stopped and when he looked at me, I shook my head. What was I doing?

  “I'm sorry. I can't, Cason,” I said, glancing down toward the den. “I don’t know what came over me.”

  “Is it because your parents are home?” he asked.

  I nodded. It wasn't the only reason, but it was as good a scapegoat as any at the moment. Biting my bottom lip, I stared into his deep, brown eyes and kicked myself for stopping. I wanted Cason with my whole body. But in my heart, I knew stopping was the right thing to do.

  He came down the steps toward me and took my face in his big, strong hands. He stared down at me with eyes that were full of desire and yet kind and compassionate at the same time.

  “You just say the word, Hailey Roberts,” he said. “Whenever you're ready, I'm more than happy to carry you upstairs and fuck your brains out.”

  My knees grew weak. I stared back down at the den, then back at Cason. My sixteen-year-old self would kill me if I let Cason get away this easily, and it had been so long since someone - anyone - had looked at me the way he did.

  I leaned into him and whispered into his ear, “Let's do it.”

  Cason pushed me up the stairs, and although my mind screamed, asking me what in the hell I was doing, I didn't protest this time. I could feel him pressing himself into me, his erection hard and ready.

  I wanted him bad.

  I'd wanted him since the first time we got paired up in biology class. When the teacher announced that we'd be working together, and our eyes met over the lab table, I thought my heart was going to explode right then and there. I wasn't sure I'd survive the semester. I'd fantasized about him countless times, wishing I could say something. Wishing he'd ask me out.

  Now, there we were, walking upstairs to my bedroom. My childhood bedroom with my parents were downstairs and everything. It felt like I was back in high school all over again, living out one of my fantasies. There was no way I could resist.

  We reached the upstairs landing and then my bedroom door. Cason pressed me up against the door, kissing down the length of my neck as he ran his hands over my body. As he touched a sore spot on my abdomen, I jumped. He pulled back and stared at me with wide, golden eyes.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I'm more than okay.”

  I opened the door and took his hand, pulling him inside and shutting it behind us. There was no lock, never had been, so I put a chair in front of the door to give us some warning in case my parents decided to barge in.

  My bedroom looked much the same as it had all those years ago. Lilac colored walls with white trim, a large window overlooking the yard. My twin bed had been replaced with a queen recently, thanks to my mom turning it into a guest room. It took up most of the room now, and Cason and I fell down onto it together.

  His tongue pushed past my lips as his hands moved over my body, taking one of my breasts in his palm.

  “God, I've always wanted to know what these felt like,” he said with a salacious little grin.

  “You're joking, right?” I laughed.

  “Not at all,” he said. “When you'd come into class with those V-neck shirts you liked wearing, I was in heaven.”

  Color rose to my cheeks. “You mean, you thought of me like that back then?”

  “I was a sixteen-year-old boy, Hailey – hell yeah, I did,” he said. “You were always hot, you just didn't know it.”

  All those years of thinking I wasn't good enough for him, and he'd been thinking about me sexually too. Just knowing that sent a thrill throughout my body, and I kissed him harder, the fire inside of me burning out of control as my hands fumbled with his belt.

  Cason lifted my sweater over my head, moving his mouth to my cleavage, dotting kisses along my bra line. I reached behind me, fighting with the clasps on my bra, and he helped me. When we got it unsnapped, I let it fall down onto the bed. My breasts were free now, and he looked at them, and then looked me in the eye, a look of pure rapture on his face.

  “You're so beautiful, Hailey.”

  Cason took a nipple into his mouth and began sucking lightly. My toes curled at the sensation of his mouth on me, and I pressed myself into him. I needed him. I needed my fantasy from the past to become a reality.

  Cason slipped my yoga pants down and off me, leaving me in just my panties. I reached for his zipper and he helped me, sliding his pants down just enough to expose his nice, long cock glistening with pre-cum. I stared for a long time, in awe. This was Cason McCormick's cock, and it was larger than I imagined it to be.

  Staring into his eyes as I wrapped my tiny hand around the base of his rod, I started to stroke him. His eyes fluttered a bit, but they stayed open, his gaze firmly fixed on me.

  Cason rolled over on his back and said, “Come here, Hailey. I'm going to make all your dreams come true.”

  I'm sure it was meant to be a joke, or playing off what I'd said downstairs. Either way, the cocky grin on his face soaked my panties. Holding my hand, he
guided me on top of him, pushing my panties to the side as I straddled him.

  His hard cock slid over my clit as he rubbed himself against me. I moved back and forth, moaning at the feeling of him so close to my opening. With one hand, I took him and guided him where he needed to be. Locking eyes with my teenage crush, I lowered myself down onto him.

  The tip of his hard cock pushed into me, stretching me open and I bit my lip to keep from crying out too loudly. My head fell forward, and I buried my face into his shirt to stop my moaning from carrying downstairs.

  Cason closed the distance between us, thrusting upward and filling me up with his long, thick shaft. Once sheathed inside of me, he lifted my face and made me look at him, kissing the tip of my nose. Slowly, our bodies started moving together. I rocked back and forth, getting used to the sensation of having him inside of me.

  The springs of my bed creaked, and we had to keep it slow. Cason still managed to keep himself in control, however, holding my ass and grinding upward into me. I ground myself down, trying to take as much of him inside me as possible, and the sensations were unbelievable. Trying to stay quiet was hard, but oh so sexy.

  Cason's groans filled my ear as I kept my head buried into his chest. As much as I feared someone might hear us, I couldn't ask him to be quiet – the sound of him enjoying himself, of the pleasure my body was giving him – was such a turn on. It was something I'd fantasized about so often when I was younger – and now, there I was. That thought alone almost made me come.

  I squeezed my pussy around him, grabbing hold of his cock and his entire body tensed up. A low growl escaped his throat as he looked into my eyes.

  “Damn, Hailey,” he said. “You're so goddamn tight.”

  Turning my head, I looked over at him. His jaw was clenched tight, and his face was twisted into a look of pure bliss. Seeing his handsome, sexy eyes staring back at me was enough to send me over the edge, and I felt a warmth down below. It grew warmer and my body tensed as spasms started low in my pussy.

  Cason held onto me tightly, keeping me from falling off the edge of the bed, as I bucked wildly on top of him, my climax hitting me hard and fast.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I mumbled, biting his shirt to keep myself from screaming. “Oh Cason, yes...”

  His breathing was growing ragged as well, and I knew he was close. His eyes were squeezed shut tight, his jaw was clenched, and I could tell he was doing everything in his power to put off the inevitable.

  “Come for me, Cason,” I begged. “Please, baby, come for me.”

  A long, drawn out grown escaped his lips and I watched as his eyes grow wide. He pulled my body down, hard, on top of him and I felt him shuddering beneath me.

  “Oh fuck,” he said, appearing surprised by the pleasure flowing through his body.

  That look, and feeling him climax inside of me, made my own body clench tight around him, another orgasm rippling through me. It was so intense and the waves of pleasure so fierce, it felt like my pussy was literally milking his cock of every last ounce of seed.

  Together, we came, shuddering and trying to be as quiet as possible as we rode out the last few moments of bliss together. When my body stopped writhing, I collapsed on top of Cason, my body spent. We looked at each other and shared a smile borne of pure ecstasy.

  “Was it as good as you'd hoped?” Cason asked me, pushing my hair from my face.

  “It was better than I ever could have imagined,” I said.

  CHAPTER TWELVE - BENNETT

  “Cason came home early last night,” I said, in passing, to Quinn. “Can't be a good sign for him.”

  Quinn was in the kitchen at the Driftwood, prepping for the day before our youngest brother came in. He hadn't said much since Cason's date the night before, and neither of us had talked to Cason after either. Considering that he was home by eight, it was probably a safe bet that he didn't get lucky.

  “Mmm Hmm,” Quinn said, focusing all his attention on the tomatoes he was slicing.

  “Why don't you get someone else to do that?” I scoffed. “That's why we have staff.”

  “Because I have nothing better to do,” Quinn said. “Not like I have much of a real role around here.”

  “Hey, suit yourself, man,” I chuckled. “If you want to cut up all the veggies, have at it.”

  I walked out of the kitchen with a smile on my face. I was going to be seeing Hailey later that evening, and I was very much looking forward to it. Knowing that both Quinn and Cason had struck out with her, I figured my chances were good, or better than theirs, at least. Not to toot my own horn, but I had a lot going for me that neither of them had.

  It had been a long time since fresh meat moved into town, and after having dated almost every worthy girl in Black Oak, the idea of someone new was exciting. I felt like I was walking on sunshine and there was a definite spring in my step. I couldn't wait to get together with Hailey and close the deal that neither of my brothers were able to.

  Cason walked through the front door as I walked out of the kitchen, and I couldn't help but smirk as we passed each other by.

  “Struck out last night, huh?”

  “Wouldn't you like it if I had?” he said, a salacious little grin on his face. “But I had her wrapped around my little finger.”

  “And yet, you still managed to get home before the nightly news,” I said. “You either struck out, or you're faster than a jackrabbit, little brother.”

  Cason rolled his eyes. “Just because you have problems with premature ejaculation doesn't mean we all do,” he said. “It's old age, not genetics, man.”

  Quinn had stepped out the back to drop off the lemons and limes at the bar, a lopsided grin on his face. “That one must have burned, Ben,” he said.

  “Nah, I just feel bad for Cason,” I said. “Because after tonight, the new girl in town will forget all about him. That is, if she's even thinking about him at all.”

  “You sure your date is still on with her?” Cason asked.

  “Why wouldn't it be?”

  “Oh, I dunno,” he said. “Maybe because she's already in love with me.”

  I couldn't help but notice that Quinn was quieter than normal, he was busy putting the lemons away and checking the liquor inventory, not even joining in our banter like he usually did. Cason must have noticed too.

  “Why so quiet, Quinn? Shelly still on your mind or something?”

  “Not at all,” he said matter-of-factly. “I'm just thinking about what a pair of douchebags you two are right now.”

  His tone was sharp and abrupt. And the way he said it made me think it wasn't a joke.

  “Hey now,” I leaned against the bar. “What did we do to you? Besides steal your crush, I mean.”

  Cason punched me in the arm. “You haven't done shit yet, Ben.”

  “Watch and learn how it's done, boys,” I said.

  Quinn just shook his head, clearly not amused by us.

  “Seriously, man, what is it?” I said.

  Quinn stopped what he was doing and looked up. “Look, it's just that – Hailey is obviously going through some shit,” he said. “You two are so focused on nailing her that you haven't even noticed. Have you even stopped to think about what she wants or how this shit is affecting her?”

  I looked over at Cason who stared at me and shrugged. “What in the hell has gotten into our brother,” he said to me. “He sounds like a sensitive little bitch all of a sudden.”

  “Who the fuck knows, man,” I said.

  Quinn slammed the bottle of Jack Daniels he was holding onto the bar and, with his fists balled up at his sides, turned and walked away from us, slamming his way through the kitchen door and into the back of the restaurant.

  “Jesus Christ,” Cason said. “Alright, I guess one of us is gonna need to talk to him. Wanna flip a coin?”

  “Nah, I got this,” I said, making my way back to the kitchen.

  I found Quinn in the back with a butcher's knife in hand, slicing up the ribs, ripping through
the meat with fury. I had to wonder if he was picturing me or Cason as he hacked and slashed at the ribs.

  “Hey now, don't take it out on the meat,” I teased. “It ain't the pig's fault you're pissed off.”

  “I'm not pissed,” he said, not looking up at me.

  “You're not?” I cocked an eyebrow at my younger brother. “Sure coulda fooled me.”

  “Okay, fine, maybe I am,” he said, shrugging. “What the fuck does it matter?”

  “It matters because you're my brother, Quinn,” I said. “Are you seriously into this girl or something?”

  He shrugged again and said nothing. As much as my brother tried to act tough, I could see in his eyes that he was struggling with something deeper than I could possibly understand. Of course, the fact that he wouldn't talk to me about it didn't help me understand it any better.

  So, not being a shrink, I had to do my best to get it out of him. Even though our father taught us both to be tough as nails and to hide our emotions, I knew the value in sometimes being able to let shit out. It was like hitting a pressure release valve before you exploded or something. To be honest, it was something Quinn did better than all of us.

  “You are, aren't you?” I asked.

  “It's not that,” he said. “I mean, it is that. But I saw it in her eyes, Ben. She's been abused. And neither you or Cason seem to have a problem with it. Neither of you seem to care – unless it interferes with you guys getting your rocks off anyway.”

  “Actually, I have a big problem with it,” I said, my voice rising. “If it's true.”

  “It's true,” he said, giving me a look that could have curdled milk.

  “Because you saw a bruise on her wrist?” I asked. “It could be any number of things, and until we know for sure, we – ”

  He stopped me. “We shouldn't be assholes to her,” he said.

  The steely look of determination and anger on his face took me by surprise. I'd never known Quinn to be so vehemently defensive of any woman before in my life.

  “Okay, you're right,” I said. “Cason and I are acting like jerks. But it's just between us. It's how we've always screwed off with each other. You know that. And you know that I'd never treat a woman badly. You, of all people, know me better than that.”