Perfect Design_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Bethany Jadin

  Zoey catches me taking stock of the room and rocks forward onto her feet. She popped by for a quick visit after work, and I showed her the blueprints and the drawings, then she joined us for a drink. But I know she had a long shift, and I’ve watched her eyelids grow heavier and heavier the last twenty minutes.

  “I’m beat,” she says, stifling a yawn as she stands up. “Some of us have to work in the morning.”

  Jax is on his feet a second later. “I can escort you back to Callie and Cora’s,” he says but then corrects himself. “Sorry, I suppose it’s your place just as much as theirs now.”

  I open my mouth to protest, to tell him the security team we still have in place will escort Zoey home, just as they’ve escorted her everywhere for weeks, but before I can, Jax leans down and kisses me.

  He runs a hand up my neck and grabs a handful of hair, gently, but it instantly makes heat rise through my core as I remember the aggressive, primal side Jax unleashes for me — and how my body responds to it like it’s the thing I’ve been starved of my whole life. My heart rises to my throat then floats down into my stomach, where my belly flutters. Jude’s grip on my waist tightens, and I swear I hear a low growl. But Jax doesn’t back down. Instead, his kiss deepens before he releases me. His eyes flick to meet his brother’s gaze before he looks back at me and gives me one of those trademark sexy winks of his.

  “Have fun tonight,” he whispers.

  Jax straightens and looks at Jude and I, a mischievous curl to the corner of his lips as he says, “Gunner? You want to be the muscle?”

  That gets a smirk from me. We both know — everyone here knows — Jax is perfectly capable of taking care of any opposition by himself.

  From his expression, Gunner seems equally puzzled by the request, but Jax tips his head toward me, and I catch a look passing between he and Jax. A moment later, Gunner stands. “Got your six, bud.”

  I’m still trying to figure out what they’re up to when Gunner approaches. He leans in and gives the softest kiss he has yet to lay on my lips. “Goodnight, foxy lady.”

  “Goodnight,” I manage to squeak out. Not one, but two of these gorgeous men have stolen my breath away in the span of just moments.

  Jax and Gunner weave their way around the furniture in the great room and head to the front door while Zoey comes over to me.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her, planting one foot on the floor and rising halfway from Jude’s lap to give her a hug.

  “Sounds good.” Zoey gives me a squeeze then turns to gather up her purse and jacket. “I’ll text you when I’m off work.”

  As she makes her way to the door, I glance around the room once more, eyeing Trigg and Daniel before I turn to look at Jude. The fight I sensed in him a minute ago has evaporated. Maybe it was just a hint of that natural competitiveness amongst brothers. Whatever it was, he seems relaxed now, and I snuggle back against his chest, basking in this newfound intimacy the six of us have.

  I think of Daniel’s words about us taking this leap into an unknown world together. Indeed. It’s a completely foreign world to me. It’s not just the number of us that’s unusual for me, it’s how the guys are handling themselves. I know this sharing me thing doesn’t come as easy as they let on — surely, there are moments they feel possessive and cagey about sharing my affections with other men, no matter how tight their bond. How could they not? It’s such a basic human reaction. But they seem to be working through it, just as they promised they would. And I’m still reeling in amazement at it.

  Before JJ was Jackass Jeremy, he was Jealous Jeremy. He couldn’t stand for another guy to look at me the way Gunner has all night, let alone plant the familiarly affectionate kiss Jax just gave. Hell, Jackass hadn’t even trusted his own friends to be around me.

  I notice Zoey, Gunner, and Jax are whispering amongst themselves at the door. Something is definitely up. Zoey turns back to me, waving bye as she flashes me a conspiratorial grin. Then Jax and Gunner escort her from the penthouse, and the door shuts behind her, leaving me alone with Jude, Trigg, and Daniel.

  The three of them are giving each other little glances, that same glimmer of playfulness and anticipation Jax had when he whispered for me to have a fun tonight.

  “Anyone want to let me in on the secret, hmm?” I ask, giving each of them an expectant look. “Tell me why Gunner and Jax took off?”

  “What do you mean?” Jude asks, but there’s a twinkle in his eye.

  I nudge him in the ribs with my elbow. “Don’t play coy with me.”

  Trigg breaks into a wide, shy grin. “I think they wanted us to have some time alone with you.”

  “Oh?” That expression on his face confirms my suspicions, but two can play this game. “And why would that be?”

  “Well,” Jude says with a rare flush of color on his cheeks, “we decided five at once may be too many, for now at least.”

  “Too many for what?” I ask innocently, but a warmth is spreading through me just at the thought of what lies ahead. If this is going where I think it is, my body is already racing to the finish line of this little cat-and-mouse game we’re playing. I wonder if Jude can feel my heart pounding, because I’m all in with a hell, yes.

  It’s Daniel who decides to finally lay the cards on the table. “Ms. Emma Collins — we plan to have our way with you. All of us, together. Tonight. If you find those terms acceptable, of course.”

  I bite back a smile. “Well, boys… logistically, I think we need to plan this out first. Maybe someone should draw up some sketches? I’m going to need to see a flowchart of what you have in mind so I know what I’m really getting into, here.”

  Jude gooses me, and I let out a peal of laughter.

  “Shut up and kiss me,” he growls.

  13

  Daniel

  Her eagerness is apparent, and it gives me confidence.

  The ground we’re venturing into is unknown to me. If Gunner and Jax were here, they’d know better how to proceed. But I’m unfamiliar with how something like this is supposed to go.

  I place a hand on Emma’s thigh, and she slips hers on top of mine. “Don’t feel pressured to do this,” I tell her. “We can refill our wine glasses. You can show us how the work is going on your public demo of your software, or we can settle in with a movie. What do you want?”

  Emma’s shoulders are rising and falling with quick breaths, and her fingers clasp onto mine, squeezing down with meaning. “I don’t want to work on business right now. Or watch a movie.”

  “Just what I was hoping to hear,” Jude says, desire in his voice.

  He lifts Emma to the arm of the chair and stands, then pats the cushion. She slides her ass into the seat as he drops to his knees between her legs. Jude leans in, his hands on her knees, and presses forward, his mouth claiming hers with intensity. The kiss muffles a gasp of surprise, but her exhale is pure arousal.

  I move my hand back to her leg, and her muscles tense under my palm. She reaches her hand out to me, fingers running down my arm with need. Her other hand moves up to Jude’s jaw, and when her fingers touch his skin, Jude deepens the kiss, diving in for more.

  Catching her hand in mine, I lift it, resting her fingers on Jude’s shoulder. She pulls back from him to look at me, her eyes questioning.

  “I’m not leaving,” I assure her.

  Jude’s voice is husky with passion. “Is this what you want? The three of us — like this?”

  Emma licks her lips, turning her attention back to Jude. She nods excitedly as she whispers, “I do. Hell yes—”

  Jude doesn’t let her finish. He leans back into her, his hands exploring up her thighs and pulling her against him. Emma kisses him back, a hand reaching around the back of his neck.

  It’s not even me kissing her, and my heart is already thundering. I look to Trigg, and I see the same thing there. My gentlemanly reserve is fading quickly.

  Catching Trigg’s eye, I wave him over as I stand up. When he draws close, I whisper, “I�
��ll be right back.”

  Trigg undoes the top button of his shirt, the skin around his neck flushed as he watches Jude with Emma. “Where are you going?”

  “To set the mood. Where did you move the candles from the dining room?”

  “In the closet outside the bathroom.”

  “Go on,” I say, gesturing toward Emma. “I’ll be right back.”

  Trigg moves over to Emma, standing beside her chair, his back to the fireplace. She and Jude break their kiss, and Trigg places two fingers at her chin. He leans down and guides her lips to his. Jude takes in heavy breaths as he watches Trigg and Emma. After a moment, he diverts his attention to Emma’s neck, kissing from her ear down to her collar bone. Emma moans, her hands on both men, and my cock hardens at the sound.

  I open the master panel and dim the lights, allowing the fire to illuminate the trio. God, it’s beautiful. I have a preset of soft music on number three, and I tune the overhead speakers in at a low volume. Emma’s posture begins to melt, and she relaxes into Trigg’s kiss. My eyes keep darting over to the scene as she turns to Jude, and he nearly growls as he dives into their kiss.

  Trigg’s hand smooths over her belly as he kisses her shoulder. “Are you comfortable, Emma?”

  She breathes out, and there’s a hint of laughter in her voice as she says, “I am, but… I’m also pretty damn hot.”

  Trigg smiles. “Hot enough to take this off?” He rolls his fingers against the fabric of her shirt, untucking the hem from her jeans.

  Emma’s lips part, and I can practically see her eyes dilate from arousal from here. She gives him a wink. “If both of yours come off, too.”

  Without a moment of hesitation, Jude straightens and rips his t-shirt over his head as I move down the hall to the closet where Trigg said he stashed the candles after clearing the dining room out for our computer equipment.

  I gather up as many as I can hold and stuff a lighter into my pocket then make my way back to my friends. Entering the main living space, I come to a stop and just stare, drinking in the scene.

  Emma’s shirt is off, as are Trigg and Jude’s. Her skin is beautifully illuminated by the warm light of the fire, and my fingers twitch to touch her. My shaft throbs as well, straining against my jeans. I’d be a fool to deny how erotic watching this woman with Jude and Trigg is. I had no idea it would be such a turn on to watch her being pleasured by other men. But part of me could sit back and watch the three of them all night long. The other part of me is eager to get over there and join the fun.

  Setting the candles on tables around the room, I light them one by one, always keeping an eye on what’s going on center stage. I love the way Emma’s nails dig into Jude’s back as she pulls Trigg in for another kiss. Trigg traces the shoulder strap of her bra, and I can sense the restraint he’s using to not pull it from her. His palm runs down her chest and over the mound of a breast. Emma arches her spine to his touch, turning back to Jude for the passionate kiss he offers.

  Jude wraps his arms around Emma’s waist and stands, bringing her with him. She hugs her hands around his neck as he pulls her hips against his. Trigg moves behind Emma and sweeps the hair from the back of her neck, kissing the soft skin there.

  When he moved away from the chair, I could see he’s as hard as I am. Are we really doing this? It looks like it’s actually happening. It feels right. The three of us sharing Emma. I’m so turned on, I’m damn near giddy.

  Trigg kisses across Emma’s back, from one shoulder to the other, his hands moving down her sides. Jude reaches between his and Emma’s body, down to her waistband. They pull apart, desire and need in every heavy exhale. Trigg presses his chest against Emma’s back, and she leans back, letting him support her as Jude undoes the button of her jeans and slides the zipper down.

  She unwraps her legs from Jude, and the guys set her down. Emma trembles — I can see it in her lips and fingers as the two men sandwich her between them, caressing every inch of her bare shoulders and arms as they work their hands down to her waist. It’s obvious from the look in her eyes that the trembling is from anticipation and longing. There’s not a bit of fear in her.

  Moving faster to set the candles out, I ball my fists, not able to contain the way my whole body vibrates with excitement all the way through my core. It feels so long since I’ve had her, and I need her.

  Jude pulls Emma’s jeans down, exposing the lines of her hips, then Trigg takes over. He drops to his knees as he lowers the fabric down her thighs. He kisses the round of her ass, and it makes her grab onto Jude, seeking his lips. Jude holds her fast as Trigg kisses the outside of her thighs. Dropping the denim to her ankles, she steps out of the jeans as he runs his palms up her legs.

  It’s all too much. I take off my shirt, immediately feeling the heat in the room against my bare skin, and call to her. “Emma.”

  Her lips part from Jude, and she looks at me over his shoulder. She whispers something into his ear, and Jude nods, making way for her to come to me. The confidence she has as she approaches is sexy as hell. She knows exactly what she wants. And I love that her list includes me.

  Emma stands before me, and I let her touch me. One hand traces over my chest, raising goosebumps on my flesh, while the other reaches for my thigh. She rubs with a soft touch up to the hardness in my slacks. I groan for her as Emma runs her fingers over my stiff cock and to my belt.

  Enough with the restraint. I pull her into me, taking her lips with mine, breathing in her scent. Emma’s hands work between our bodies, easing the tension of my caged cock as she unzips my pants. I take her face between both my hands and touch my lips to hers, gently, tenderly, before pulling away and looking her in the eye. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  There’s no hesitation in her answer. “Yes.” She looks over her shoulder. “I want Jude. And Trigg. All of us, together. But first…”

  Emma turns her hand and sends her fingers under the waistband of my briefs, palming my cock. I push my pants down, and Emma helps. Trigg moves over to us and takes his place behind Emma again, pulling her panties down her legs as she strokes my cock.

  The thin material drops to her ankles, leaving her naked except for her bra. Trigg’s mouth trails kisses across the bare flesh of her ass and thighs, and I reach my hand between us, gently stroking a finger between the folds of her pussy until I reach her clit.

  A shiver runs through her, and she wraps her arms around me, letting her head rest on my shoulder, her fingers pressing into my back as she submits to our touch. Trigg’s kisses and nibbles become more aggressive as I continue rubbing her clit, making small circles with my middle finger. Emma’s body vibrates against me as she lets out little gasps.

  Trigg stands up and leans into Emma, sweeping her hair back to kiss her neck. “God, I need you so much,” he murmurs.

  Emma slips one of her arms from around me and rotates her shoulder back, wrapping her hand behind her, smoothing along Trigg’s side. “I need you, too,” she whispers.

  My fingers continue to stroke her clit gently as I tip her chin up with my other hand and lower my lips to hers. I kiss her tenderly, tasting her, savoring the fullness of her lips against mine. When I lift my face from hers I stroke her cheek and look at her, adoring every inch of her features.

  Trigg trails his mouth along her shoulder. “I want to watch you come while he’s inside you,” he says.

  She tenses under my fingers, and her breathing goes shallow — and his elicit suggestion has the same effect on me. I’m ready to make his wish come true.

  I lift Emma against me and sit down on the double-sized ottoman, moving her with me. I settle my ass at the edge, positioning her so she straddles me, her feet touching the floor on either side. Jude shunts his trousers and kneels to one side of us, his cock in hand as he strokes.

  My fingers running through her hair, I kiss Emma slowly, our tongues meeting with light, teasing touches.

  Trigg kneels on the other side of her. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he sa
ys, breathing out an appreciative sigh as his gaze drinks her in.

  She breaks from me and turns to Trigg, a haze of passion clouding her eyes, and they kiss.

  Watching them, my desire for her grows higher than I thought possible. I lay back across the ottoman, Emma over top of me. Trigg massages her breasts, and Emma’s hips rock over mine, sliding sensuously along my stiff shaft.

  I massage her thighs, and Emma lifts her pelvis, allowing me to position my cock at her entrance. She moans into Trigg’s mouth as I pull her back down again. She’s wet with a silky slipperiness that allows my cockhead to enter her without resistance. But damn, is she tight.

  I groan as Emma sheaths my length. She braces herself against me with one hand, but the other is on Trigg as their kiss lengthens. I lift my ass, thrusting into her, and Emma pulls away slightly from Trigg’s lips as she cries out.

  Jude curses at the sound, a deep, guttural growl rising from him. Trigg relinquishes her attention to me as Emma begins to ride me. Oh my God, she’s good on top. Her hips roll, shifting me inside of her, running up and down my length. I flex my stomach, and I thrust upward hard.

  There’s a beautiful, high-pitched whine that comes from her. It makes me want to hear it over and over. I hold onto her leg with one hand, the other working circles around her swollen clit.

  Trigg reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra. As soon as her breasts are exposed, his hands are on them, massaging her ample flesh and playing with her nipples.

  “You like it when he touches you?” I gasp between thrusts. Her body responds to my question immediately, her clit pulsing under my thumb. “When I’m buried deep inside you and he touches you like that?”

  “I love it,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering shut. Her mouth parts, forming the most beautiful O shape, and her body convulses in orgasm as I rock into her. She tightens down on my cock, and damn does it feel good.

  When her thighs stop shaking and her eyes open, I ask. “Do you want me to come so you can have Trigg?”