Stowaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 4)

by Lily Harlem

  “Hold him up,” Olivia instructed. “Stand behind him, hold him up while I suck him off.”

  “I can do that,” Harry said, slipping his arms around Evan from behind.

  “Oh, God,” Evan said again as he rested his hands on Harry’s forearms. “I’m not going to last long.”

  “It doesn’t matter how long you last, just enjoy it,” Olivia said, pulling up her knickers, then slithering down Evan’s body to her knees.

  He was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  The floor tipped to the right, and she fixed her balance. “You got him, Harry?”

  “Of course,” Harry said, spreading one hand on Evan’s chest and pulling him flush with his own body.

  She cupped his balls and stroked his cock

  Evan moaned and rested his head back into the crook of Harry’s shoulder.

  Harry was looking down at her, excitement flashing over his face.

  She poked out her tongue and swiped it over the tip of Evan’s cock.

  “Oh yeah, give it to him,” Harry said.

  She smiled, then formed an ‘o’ with her lips, and rode onto Evan.

  “Ah, babe,” he said, slipping one hand into her hair. “Yeah, like that.”

  She kept on going, taking him in as deep as she could. His legs gave way a fraction, and she was aware of Harry holding him tighter.

  Pulling back, she hugged his shaft with her tongue, then dropped onto him again. Already a slick of pre-cum had leaked from his tip. Seeing her and Harry fucking, then kissing Harry, had got him on the edge. She’d hardly have to do a thing.

  “Does she do it good for you?” Harry asked against Evan’s ear.

  “So good.” Evan reached up and clasped Harry’s head, so he was holding both of their heads. “I’m gonna… God, don’t let me go, Harry.” He thrust his hips forward then back. “I can’t stand up, I…” He groaned.

  Olivia stayed with him. It was so sexy to see him surrendering to both her and Harry. He was owned by pleasure, what they were giving him, how they were supporting him.

  “Come,” Harry said, “I want to feel you come in my arms. I want to see you come in our wife’s mouth.”

  “I am…now…oh, Olivia…”

  Olivia caught his cock in her hand and masturbated him as the first shot of cum left his slit. His long, low moan seemed to vibrate through her, and she barely noticed the shifting floor beneath her knees.

  “More,” Harry said, “There’s more.”

  “Yes, yes…yes…” Evan gasped.

  Olivia took it as Evan continued to come. She swallowed but also used his release as lubrication. All the time she caressed his balls, paying extra attention to the strip of skin between them and his asshole with her fingertip. When he shuddered, she gently pressed the smooth patch of flesh.

  His knees gave way. She was sure if Harry hadn’t been holding him, he’d have crumpled to the floor.

  “I can’t…no more…Olivia.”

  She looked up. Both men were staring down at her.

  Pulling back, she grinned. “Was that nice?”

  Evan was breathing fast as he clutched Harry’s arms. His knuckles were white. “Yes… and just there…you little minx.”

  “What? Here?” Again she tickled over the skin behind his balls.

  He groaned and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against Harry’s.

  She chuckled. “I think I just found your sweet spot, Evan.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Evan moaned again, sagging harder against Harry. He was clearly enjoying Olivia’s caresses.

  “You like that, huh,” Harry said, sliding his hand up Evan’s chest so he cupped his jaw.

  “It’s intense,” he said.

  Olivia gave him one last gentle massage then stood, still holding his softening cock.

  She licked her lips, then leaned close to her men. “Harry,” she murmured. “Kiss me.”

  He tipped his head to hers and caught her mouth.

  Sliding her arms around both of their waists, she fed Evan’s flavor to Harry.

  For a moment Harry seemed to hesitate, as though the new taste on her tongue had caught him by surprise. Then he deepened the kiss, sweeping into her mouth and moaning softly.

  When she pulled back she smiled at him.

  His eyes glinted, and he swept his tongue over his lips.

  “He’s delicious, right?” she asked.

  “Sure is.” He smiled.

  She cupped Evan’s cheek and kissed him, too.

  They both had their arms around her. Harry’s breaths caught on her cheek. She felt so close to them, so aroused by them. Everything about Harry and Evan was sexy. She’d never get enough.

  Harry’s mouth was there, too, his tongue probing. Evan let him in; her tongue touched both of theirs. A wonderful threeway kiss ensued. She fell into it, enjoying the relaxed rules, the sensation of stubbled chins, the soft moans and sounds of their kissing. Her heart was full of love and satisfaction. Despite being on a shifting boat out at sea, two of her husbands stowaways, she’d never felt so content.

  Bang. Bang.

  Harry glanced at the door.

  “Who is it?” Evan called, quickly dragging up his jeans and tucking himself away.

  “Me, Mason.”

  “Hang on.” Olivia scooted past her men to open the door. “You okay?”

  Mason raised his eyebrows at her then looked into the cabin. “Aye, are you? You look kind of ruffled.”

  “Very okay.” She smiled and took hold of his hand, tugged him inside. “What’s going on?”

  “I need to get back onto the bridge. I’m worried I charted something a fraction out, and with this current I don’t want to leave it.” He folded his arms over his chest. He wore a white vest top and gray sweats that sat low on his hips. His tattoo seemed all the more startling against the pale clothing.

  “You need me to go tell Lucas?” Evan asked.

  “Aye, he needs to find an excuse to leave so I can get back there.”

  “He’s probably found the problem already, if there is one.” Harry shrugged.

  “I can’t rest, though, for thinking about it. Last thing I want is for us to end up in Jamaica.”

  “That won’t happen.” Olivia laughed.

  “Going by our track record, we might, hen.”

  “True.”

  “Okay, I’ll head up and tell him you need to swap.” Evan reached for his t-shirt and tugged it on. “See you later, Harry.”

  Harry nodded and sat on the bed again, the way he had been before, leaning forward and with his elbows on his knees.

  Olivia stepped up to him, bent, and spoke into his ear. “Thank you for taking my mind off Paul.”

  He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t mention his name again.”

  She swallowed. “Okay, I won’t.” She paused. “But you know how you like my ass?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And I meant it when I said I like yours, too, Harry, there will be a time I want to play with it.”

  He stared into her eyes.

  “And it might be more than a spank,” she said.

  His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.

  “You can’t just dole it out, you know, you have to be able to take it as well…all of it.” She swept her lips over his. “And you know we’ll make it good for you.”

  “We?”

  She smiled and straightened. “I’ll see you later.”

  Slipping from the cabin with Evan and Mason, she turned right, toward the steep staircase that led up to the main deck.

  When they reached the last room on the left, Mason paused. “I’ll wait in here until I hear Lucas come down.”

  “Okay.” Evan continued up the corridor. “I’ll tell him to knock, let you know you can come up to the bridge.”

  “I’ll wait with you,” Olivia said. “Victor hasn’t seen me to give me any jobs to do yet today, but I’m sure he will.”

  “Oh, he will. He was mak
ing you a list last night, though how legible it will be I don’t know. He was two bottles of red in by that point.”

  “Bloody hell, and in charge of a boat.”

  Mason shrugged and gripped the door handle. “He lives by his own rules, that one.”

  He opened the door. It was dark.

  Stepping in, Olivia heard a small scratching sound coming from the far end. “What is this place?”

  “Dunno, some kind of storeroom.” He flicked on a light. A bare bulb illuminated the square space. Each wall held metal shelving, most had boxes stacked high, and it appeared to be non-perishable foodstuff.

  A box containing biscuits was open, a few crumbs sitting next to it.

  “He’ll get rats if he does this.” Olivia closed the box. “And I haven’t seen any cats about.”

  “No cats.” Mason walked to the shelf on his right. “Seems he likes these chocolates. Most are gone.”

  “Do you think Raul knows about this store?”

  “He seems to have plenty in the kitchen, for now at least.”

  Another scrabble from the back of the room. It came from behind a huge box with Chinese writing on the side.

  “What was that?”

  “I reckon he’s already got rats.” Mason shook his head. “I hate the bloody things.”

  “I’ll take a look.” Olivia stepped closer. She didn’t like rats, either, but they needed to know what they were dealing with so they could act appropriately.

  Treading carefully, she headed to the back of the room. As she passed by the bulb, her shadow stretched before her.

  The noise had stopped, and gingerly she peered around the large box.

  She gasped and pressed her fingers to her lips.

  Three pairs of large dark eyes stared up at her.

  “Mason…there’s children back here.”

  “What?” He rushed to her side.

  “Hey there,” she said, squatting down and surveying the black-skinned children cowering in the corner. “What are your names?”

  The eldest was a girl with tight curled hair and wearing a tatty orange dress. She appeared to be about eight or nine. Sitting on her lap was a much smaller child, a boy of about four who wore shorts but no t-shirt. Pressed against her side was another boy, aged somewhere between the other two and with super short hair.

  The girl didn’t answer.

  “I won’t hurt you,” Olivia said. “I promise.” She smiled and held out her hand. “My name is Olivia, this is Mason. We want to help you.”

  The girl shook her head and held the child on her knee tighter. She looked so scared that Olivia’s eyes stung with tears. What on earth had they been through to get on this boat, and why on earth had they taken such a risk?

  “It’s okay,” Mason said, resting his hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “We want to help you.”

  “My name is Banna,” the girl said quietly.

  “Good, you speak English.” Olivia smiled. “And Banna is a very pretty name.” She paused. “Who are these guys?”

  “My brothers. This is Amal.” She nodded to the child she held. “And this is Darius.”

  “Hello, Amal. Hello, Darius.” Mason held out his hand, as if to shake Darius’s. But to Olivia’s surprise, Darius shifted from his sister’s side and moved closer to Mason. Then, quick as a flash, he wrapped his arms around Mason’s neck and clung to him, limpet style.

  “Oh, there we go,” Mason said, spreading his big hand on the small child’s back and chuckling quietly. “Hey there, fella. You been feeling a bit scared?”

  The child nodded.

  “Well it’s okay, I’ve got you now.” Mason held him close.

  “Where are your parents?” Olivia asked.

  Banna glanced away.

  “I’m sorry.” Olivia rested her hand on Banna’s arm. “I don’t mean to pry, I’m just concerned.”

  “They are dead.” Banna tilted her chin. “A long time now.”

  “So it’s just you and your brothers?”

  “We have an aunt, in England. We are going there.”

  “But this boat is going to France.”

  “France?” Banna’s eyes widened. “I thought England.”

  “No, it’s docking in France.” Olivia took the hand of the child on Banna’s lap. His fingers were tiny and delicate. “But it’s okay, we can help you.” As she’d said it she knew they would. Priorities had just changed. Everything had changed with the discovery of small, orphaned stowaways on board Joan D’ Arc.

  “Are there any other children here?” Mason asked, looking around.

  “No, just us. We slipped on when the captain was shouting at someone. Big argument, he didn’t notice us.”

  “That was very brave,” Olivia said.

  “We had no choice. I have no money,” Banna said. “To feed or clothe my brothers, or buy ticket to England.”

  “Are you hungry now?” Olivia asked.

  “Yes.” Amal, the smallest boy nodded. “Hungry.”

  “We took some biscuits,” Banna said. “I didn’t want to steal but…”

  “It’s okay.” Olivia stood. “You had to eat. But come with us. I’ll get you some proper food, something warm and filling. And a bed, you can’t sleep here on this dusty floor.”

  “But…” Banna glanced in the direction of the door.

  “Don’t worry about the captain,” Mason said, looking at Olivia. “We’ll handle him. Nothing and no one will hurt you.” He held the child in his arms a little tighter.

  Olivia pulled in a deep breath. Lucas and Harry might also be stowaways, but that seemed insignificant now. These children had nothing and no one in the world, or so it seemed. Right now, Olivia and her men were all they had, and there was no way they’d be let down.

  “Let’s go back to Harry’s room,” Olivia said. “And see if Raul can come up with something quickly.”

  The boat tilted as Banna stood, still holding her brother. It was clear they were all very slim, too slim.

  “Shall I take him for you?” Olivia asked, reaching for Amal.

  Amal didn’t hesitate. Even though Olivia was a stranger, it was as if he knew she wanted to help. Stretching out his small arms, he molded himself against her. He locked his hands at the back of her neck and sat neatly on her hip as she made her way to the door.

  They hit another squally patch of water, and for a moment they all paused to let the boat rise then settle.

  “Who is Harry and Raul?” Banna asked.

  “They are my…friends,” Olivia said. “They, too, will want to help you.”

  “Come on, this way.” Mason glanced out the door, then pulled it wide. “It’s clear.”

  As they walked back down the narrow corridor, Olivia could hardly believe the sudden turn of events. With a child clinging to her neck, and another one stuck to Mason, she reached for Banna’s hand. The poor girl was so young to have taken on the responsibility of her brothers. She was still a child herself. And so brave. Finding a boat in the port and sneaking aboard must have come from desperation, but there was a lot of determination and courage there, too. Olivia had to admire her for that.

  After knocking quietly on Harry’s door, they slipped in.

  Harry was laid on the bed, apparently enjoying a postsex doze. But when he saw them all, he sat bolt upright. “What the…?”

  “This is Banna and her brothers,” Olivia said, raising Banna’s hand slightly. “We found them in a storeroom just along from here.”

  Harry rose to his feet.

  Banna stepped back a little, as though in awe of him.

  “It’s okay. Harry won’t hurt you,” Olivia said, squeezing her fingers gently.

  “Gee, really?” Harry reached for his t-shirt and tugged it on. He shoved his hands through his hair and studied first Banna, then Amal in Olivia’s arms, and finally Darius, who had his face buried in Mason’s neck, his small hands fisting Mason’s vest top. “You just found them?”

  “Yes, they sneaked on board, hoping f
or a ride to England to find their aunt.”

  “But this boat is going to France.” Harry appeared bemused.

  “I know that now.” Banna looked at the floor. Her feet were bare.

  “How old are you?” Harry asked.

  “I am ten. My brothers are five and eight.”

  “You’re all so young…what about your parents?” he asked.

  Olivia shook her head at him.

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” Harry frowned.

  Amal shivered in Olivia’s arms. His skin was cool, his ribs evident beneath his skin. There was no meat on his bones.

  “We need clothes and food for these children,” Harry said. “Now.”

  “I agree.” Mason nodded at the door. “I’ll go and ask Raul to make something.” The little arms around his neck squeezed tighter. “Hey, little fella, I’ll be back soon.”

  Darius shook his head. It was clear he had no intention of letting go of Mason.

  “I’ll go,” Olivia said. “And I’ll see if there are some clothes around, perhaps one of the containers holds children’s sizes.”

  “We can’t break into containers.” Mason shook his head.

  “We can and we will. And if there’s a problem, I’ll buy the whole damn container,” Harry said. “We can’t have these children going without when there’s so much on this boat.”

  “Okay.” Olivia nodded. “Evan should know where to start looking, he’s got the inventory.”

  As she’d said his name, the door opened and both Lucas and Evan stepped in.

  “What the?” Lucas said, drawing to a sudden halt. Like Mason, he wore a vest top and sweats. It was obviously a plan to look identical in every way for Victor’s sake.

  Evan held out his palms and surveyed the room. “What’s going on?”

  “We found these children hiding in the storeroom,” Olivia said.

  Lucas studied the child in his brother’s arms. “How old are they?”

  “Five, eight, and ten,” Mason said. “This little guy is eight, can you believe. He’s tiny.”

  “This changes everything.” Evan stepped up to Harry so they were shoulder to shoulder and then looked at the children. “Don’t you think?”

  “Sure does, buddy.” Harry shoved his hands into his pockets.

  “And Victor is just going to have to accept it.” Evan shrugged.