Stowaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 4)

by Lily Harlem

  “I’m glad. You’re good for each other. I’d hate to see your friendship suffer because one of you was honest.”

  He frowned slightly and stepped away. “I should get to the van, we need to hit the road.”

  “Er, yes, of course. Raul and I are going to drop this big beast off at the depot so we’ll get a taxi back to the villa afterward.”

  “Sure?”

  “Yes, we’ll be fine. See you there.”

  “You will.” He broke into a jog over the dusty lot.

  Olivia climbed into the cab and was soon slogging up the gears and picking up speed.

  Raul took his boots off and set his socked feet on the dash. “You want me to tell you a story, from my childhood.”

  “I’d love that.”

  “Here.” He passed her a small hard sweet.

  “Thanks.”

  Soon she was enjoying the strawberry sherbet he’d given her, and being entertained with a tale from when he was eight. Apparently, he and his friend had decided to protest against a bullfight in a local village. They’d made banners and put them up in the middle of the night. When that hadn’t worked, they’d managed to let the most revered bull loose from its enclosure, causing chaos and disruption as it made for the hills. The crowd had been angry to not see the best bull that night and demanded their money back. After that, the bullfight was never hosted in that village again.

  Eventually, the sun began to slip to the west, and the shantytowns came into view. Raul quieted, and Olivia tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She kept glancing in her mirror, to make sure they were still a convoy. Again the big signs flashed to warn drivers against stopping.

  When they reached the city of Cape Town, she sighed a breath of relief.

  “This is good now,” Raul said, putting his boots back on. “We will be at the Waterfront soon.”

  “Yes, we’ll turn off at the next junction and let the others go on to the villa.”

  Raul tapped the dash clock. “We made good time. The truck shop should still be open.”

  “Yes, hopefully.”

  But when they approached the dockside depot, the big main gate was closed. “Oh no,” Olivia said. “This is inconvenient.” She really didn’t fancy turning the colossal vehicle around and driving it up to the villa.

  “Wait, there is a note on the gate, let me go and read it.”

  Olivia parked next to a high wall so she wasn’t blocking any other vehicles. But all was quiet in this part of the Waterfront, it was mainly industry and storage.

  Raul hopped out then ran up to the gate. After a moment he returned.

  “What does it say?” she asked as he climbed into the cab and shut the door.

  “It says they will return by four-thirty. It is only temporary shut for today.”

  “Oh, okay, good news.” Olivia glanced at the time. “That’s only half an hour away.”

  Raul looked out of the windows. “Very good news.” He grinned.

  “What?”

  He cupped his groin.

  Olivia laughed. “What here?”

  “Si, we even have little curtains to pull around the cab windows, see.” He reached to the side and flicked one across to obscure the view. “And we are so high up, anyway.”

  “Thirty minutes?” she said. “Is that enough time?”

  “You know it is, mi niña hermosa.”

  Olivia bit on her bottom lip. She was very tempted. Raul was so damn sexy and handsome, and she felt so close to him.

  “Pull your curtain,” he said, tugging the long one over the front window.

  She did as he’d asked, drawing the cab into semi-darkness.

  “Ah, this is perfect, now I get to act out my fantasy.” He stripped off his t-shirt.

  “You do?” Her mouth watered at the sight of his lean torso with his sprinkle of body hair.

  “Si, my sexy trucker lady fantasy.”

  She giggled and tugged off her t-shirt. “I have a bit of a Spanish pirate fantasy going on.”

  “You do?” His gaze dipped to her bra. “Why is that?”

  “Well,” she said, straddling his thighs and cupping his face. “With this little goatee you’ve decided to grow, you look a bit like a pirate.”

  He chuckled. “I am glad to fit your fantasy.”

  “How could you not?” She kissed him. Lust was pouring into her veins, filling her thoughts.

  Her bra slackened, and he slid the straps down her arms. She pressed her chest to his, enjoying the body heat pouring from him and the way her hard nipples flattened.

  “Like this,” he murmured, dragging her skirt upward so it sat around her waist. “So I can make love to you.”

  “Yes.” She reached for the top button on his jeans. “Get inside me, make love to me.”

  “But before that…” He caught her wrist.

  She pulled back, surprised by the sudden change in his tone and how he’d stilled her movements. “What?”

  “We need to agree on something.”

  “Really, now?” She squirmed. Her panties were dampening.

  “Yes.”

  Something in his expression caused her to stop wriggling. “What is it?” A kernel of fear popped inside her. “What is it, Raul?”

  “Paul.”

  Again? “Okay. Go on.”

  “I want you to promise that if you want another man in the crew, next time you will discuss it first.” He ran his hands up her waist and cupped her breasts. “Before you let him touch you.”

  Damn it. She’d thought he’d been okay with how Paul had come into their group. Clearly he hadn’t been. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her heartstrings tugging. She hated that she’d hurt him.

  “Shh, there is nothing to be sorry for.” He tweaked her nipples and swiped his mouth over hers. “We were not married then, but now, it is different.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  “Now there are only five men who can touch you, be with you like this. Anyone else and it will make my blood hot, my vision blurred, that feeling of…”

  “Wanting to fight and throw knives?”

  “Si, that feeling.” He ran his hands down her back, tugging her closer so her pussy pressed up against his erection. “Only your husbands, Olivia.”

  “Okay.”

  “Unless we talk, you and me, and agree on another man becoming one of yours, you will not allow it.”

  “No, Raul, I understand, and I agree. I’m yours, I belong to all five of you and no one else.”

  He smiled. “Good, now you may carry on with what you were doing.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “And what was that?”

  “You were getting my cock out, ready to sit on it, mi niña hermosa.”

  “Ah yes, that.” Kissing him, she undid his pants and pulled his cock free.

  He moaned and slotted his fingers into her hair. He stared straight at her, and she returned his gaze.

  For a full minute she worked his shaft, bringing him to full hardness and enjoying how his breaths quickened and his eyes glazed when she applied a small twist to the top of her upward movement.

  “Move these,” he said, tugging her panties to one side. “Please, now… I need you.”

  “I need you, too.” She positioned her pussy above his cock, then slowly sank down, taking him deep. He stretched her internally and filled her with pleasurable denseness. “I really fucking…need you.”

  “Dirty trucker mouth.” He grinned. “Give me more.”

  She clenched around him. “I really fucking need your big Spanish cock.”

  “Mmm, yes.” He fluttered his eyes closed. “More.”

  “And I’m going to fuck you, hard.” She gyrated her hips and rubbed her clit on his body. “Really hard.”

  “Ah, si, si, like that.” He gripped her hair. “I got so lucky to meet you…my sexy trucker lady.”

  “And I was lucky…to meet you…pirate.”

  He scraped his hair-coated chin against hers. “We both lucky.”
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br />   She set up a steady rhythm with her hips, working her clit on his body.

  He held her head, again staring at her with such an intensity she felt like he was seeing into her soul. Emotion swelled within her. Raul was so handsome, so kind, and so in tune with her. He was always there when she needed him. She loved him so much.

  “I’m going to come…” he gasped. “Please, with me…or stop for a minute.”

  “Not stopping.” Her orgasm was hovering. “Oh, Raul.” She didn’t blink, didn’t breathe, just fell into bliss and stared into his eyes. Her pussy contracted around his cock and her climax claimed her.

  He gritted his teeth, his nostrils flared. He shunted up into her, hard.

  She was aware of the dull pulses of his shaft when he came, and her orgasm extended. She crushed her clit against his body, enjoying the harsh pressure as she eked out every last scrap of bliss.

  As she regained some control she kissed him, tangling her tongue with his and holding him close. Could she ever get close enough?

  He cupped her buttocks and a long, low groan rumbled up from his chest.

  She broke the kiss and rested her forehead on his. “You okay?”

  “Do you need to ask?” He set his fingertips on her collar.

  “Just checking you’re breathing.” She giggled.

  “I did find it hard for a moment, but I am breathing.” He stroked down her neck to her right breast and cupped the underside. “I am more than breathing. I feel alive when I am with you.”

  She kissed the tip of his nose. “That’s how you make me feel. All of you. It would have been so weird if we’d never met.”

  “Weird a little, tragic a lot.” He kissed her again and stroked over her naked torso as if committing each curve and dip to memory.

  She enjoyed his lingering caresses and the fact he was still inside her. On and on they kissed. The rest of the world had faded away, there was only them, the cab, the pleasure they could bring each other.

  Knock. Knock.

  “Damn.” Raul spun to look at the passenger door. “There is someone there.”

  “Yes, I think so.” Olivia giggled and quickly lifted from him. She pulled at her skirt and dropped into the driver’s seat.

  Raul hastily tucked himself away. “Si, yes, who is it?”

  “You bringing this thing back?” A gruff voice said.

  “Si, we are. One moment please.” He dragged on his t-shirt then fingered his hair. “You okay, my trucker lady?”

  “Yes.” She straightened her own t–shirt. “I’m fucking presentable.”

  He laughed and pulled back the curtain on his window.

  Chapter Eleven

  After delivering the heavy goods vehicle back to the depot and filling in the necessary paperwork, Olivia and Raul wandered to the main area of the Waterfront.

  It was early evening, and there was a crossover between daytime shoppers and early diners. A street band were playing drums shaped like barrels, and the tinny beats echoed around the buildings.

  “This way for a taxi, I think,” Raul said, slipping his arm around her waist. “By the hotel.”

  “Good plan.”

  A pale lemon building, colonial style, had several cabs waiting out the front. They jumped into the lead one, and Raul leaned forward to speak to the driver.

  “Villa Nokuzola, please. It is on Garden Road.”

  The driver nodded and pulled away from the curb.

  Olivia caught him looking at her in the rear-view mirror. She smiled. He didn’t smile back.

  The traffic was heavy and the going slow. The driver also had a serious case of body odor. Olivia had a sudden pang for Kaskum and the open space. There she hadn’t had to think about traffic lights and depot opening times. Life had been simple, much like on a boat. Food, shelter, sleep…sex, too, of course.

  Raul lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.

  A lovely warm feeling filled her chest. But then she caught the driver staring at her again and it melted away. Was he even watching the road?

  She scooted across the seat, to sit closer to Raul and out of his view.

  But this didn’t stop him staring. Now he was looking over his shoulder at her, fascination filling his eyes.

  What is it with him?

  Raul tensed. “Hey, mate, the lights have changed.”

  The driver turned back to the road and pulled away.

  Olivia glanced at Raul.

  He was frowning.

  But at the next set of lights, it happened again. The driver turned in his seat and stared blatantly at her.

  Olivia squirmed. She felt like an object in a museum, a rare creature.

  Raul sat forward in the seat, putting himself between her and the driver. “You got a problem?”

  “She is so white. Her eyes…like the sea.”

  “Si, she is, they are, and I’m paying you to drive us somewhere, not stare at my wife.” Raul’s tone was stern and challenging.

  “I think we’re nearly there anyway.” Olivia pointed forward. “This is the villa next to ours.”

  “We’ll get out here.” Raul tapped the back of the driver’s chair.

  “Okay,” Olivia said, unfastening her seat belt. The sooner she was away from the strange driver the better.

  “Stop. Now,” Raul said.

  The driver came to a halt. Other cars began to whizz past them.

  Raul paid the fare, then they alighted onto the pathway.

  “What was his problem?” Olivia said as Raul slammed the door. “You’d think he’d never seen blonde hair and blue eyes before.”

  “He obviously hasn’t.” Raul grabbed her hand. “Come on, let’s get back to the villa.”

  They hurried along, but the cab didn’t move. It stayed on the side of the street with its indicator flashing.

  “Thank goodness for this big fence,” Olivia said as they reached the perimeter of Nokuzola. The fence was made of sturdy wire, tall and had a curved lip at the top to make it impossible to climb. There was also plenty of shrubbery on either side so it was practically invisible from the road. If it wasn’t for the huge gate, no one would know it was there.

  They reached the gate, and Olivia pressed the buzzer.

  Mason answered and let them in.

  Once on the drive, Raul and Olivia turned and watched it shut, as they’d been instructed to.

  When it was the last inch, the final gap showing the road, the cab drove past.

  Olivia shuddered. She hadn’t enjoyed the driver’s reaction to her. It reminded her of the shepherd when she’d been with Paul out in the bush. Their interest went beyond curiosity, it was undisguised fascination, and it was made all the more weird by thoughts of witch doctors.

  Damn Paul. Why had he ever said that?

  She didn’t know. But what she did know was her husbands had all known it but decided to protect her imagination from the macabre knowledge. They hadn’t wanted her to worry. What difference would it make? She could look after herself and had them as back-up.

  And now all she could think of was her liver and kidneys ending up in a pestle and mortar.

  Ick.

  “I am hungry,” Raul said, turning to the villa.

  “You are always hungry.”

  He laughed. “Always hungry for you.”

  “I’ve not satisfied you?” She linked arms and pressed in close.

  “For a little while, yes…and then, like food, I will need you again.”

  When they climbed the steps to the villa, all was quiet and the door was closed. Raul pressed the bell, but there was no answer.

  “Where are they?” Olivia asked.

  “Mmm, maybe we should go around the side.”

  “Yes, come on.”

  They went back down the steps and turned right.

  The moment they rounded the building, the sound of laughter greeted them.

  “They’re in the pool,” Olivia said. “Can you hear?”

  “Si, and we are missin
g out.”

  “We had our fun.” She bumped hips with him.

  “True.”

  All four guys were in the outdoor pool. They’d rigged up a net halfway across and were playing volleyball.

  “Hey,” Harry called. “Come and join us, we could do with another team member each.”

  “Uno momento,” Raul called.

  “Be there in a minute.” Olivia held up her hand. “Come on, Raul, let’s go and get changed and show them how this game is played.”

  He laughed. “Si, we can do that.”

  Within five minutes, Olivia was in the pool. She’d opted to team up with the twins as they were facing east and didn’t have the setting sun in their eyes. She didn’t feel apologetic about that…if she was playing, she wanted to win.

  Soon the ball was flying back and forth. There was no real score-keeping, though Harry seemed convinced he, Evan, and Raul had more points.

  Olivia scored a great shot when Lucas came up behind her, gripped her waist, and hoisted her into the air to reach the ball. She whacked it back, and it skimmed the net and hit the surface, shooting water upward into Evan’s and Harry’s faces as they both lunged for it.

  The game continued. She laughed, worked hard, her body feeling supple and fit. Thoughts of Paul, Kaskum, and the odd cab driver, faded in her mind. She was happy and enjoying herself. She had everything she needed.

  “Ah, you’re such a dick, Mason,” Evan shouted.

  “What, because you couldn’t move fast enough?” Mason laughed.

  “No, that’s out.”

  “There’s no out unless it’s on the grass,” Lucas said.

  “That’s the steps,” Evan said. “How can I swim there? It’s too shallow.”

  “Ah, come on, buddy, we’ll get the next point.” Harry clasped Evan’s shoulder.

  “Yeah, we will.” Evan nodded seriously.

  Play continued for another ten minutes, scoring seemed to be equal, then Evan walked up the steps. “I’m beat, guys. I’m gonna take a shower.”

  “’Cause you’re losing,” Mason called.

  Evan held his right hand up, middle finger pointing at the sky, as he walked away.

  Olivia chuckled. Banter was good for her guys, it was their way of getting along.

  After another couple of minutes her stomach growled. “I’m off to take a shower, too,” she said. “I’m getting hungry.”