Billionaires, Boarders, and Bastards: A Limited-Time Collection of Reverse Harem Romance Novellas

by C. M. Stunich

  Fuck. Yes. This is what I've been missing!

  I could hardly believe they’d never shared before because they were dead-set naturals.

  Within moments, my orgasm built then shuddered through me like shockwaves from the epicenter that was my pussy. As I came, moaning, I pumped Slade’s cock faster in my fist and he too came, gasping, and spilling his hot seed over my hand.

  "Well fuck," Blaze muttered, withdrawing his hands from my jeans and tossing a woolen beanie at Slade to clean up with. "Now I’m just jealous …"

  "And you’ll need to hold that thought too, bro," Slade remarked, quickly wiping off my hand for me and tucking his junk away, "we’re almost down."

  He nodded out the window, and sure enough the base station was looming closer with every passing moment. Fuck, I hadn’t even noticed we'd started moving again!

  "Well that was close," I laughed nervously, climbing off Slade’s lap and rearranging my clothing.

  "To be continued, then?" Blaze grinned, cupping the back of my head and pulling me in for a kiss, which I dodged.

  "Ah no. No continuation." I shook my head and sat back on the opposite bench seat with my hands under my thighs, for fear I’d do something stupid like engage in a threesome with two of the biggest man whore bastards on the planet.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" Blaze frowned.

  "You can’t seriously mean to pretend this never happened, Mila," Slade added, and I simply shrugged.

  "Why not? It’s what you all do with your women, isn’t it?" I raised an eyebrow at them in challenge, and was rewarded by their uncomfortable, awkward expressions.

  Luckily—or unluckily, depending whose side you were on—we'd reached the base station and the gondola thudded and bumped into the turning section, effectively cutting off any further discussion. As the doors crept open, Blaze speared me with his heated emerald eyes.

  "This isn’t over, Mila," he promised, and a shiver ran through me.

  "Not by a long shot," Slade agreed.

  "I hate to break it to you boys, but this was a onetime thing. Enjoy the rest of your stay here at The Ridge." With that snappy parting line, I hopped out of the gondola and strutted out of the base station feeling like I was on cloud nine.

  I barely made it fifty feet from the base station before running into a scowling faced security guard with The Ridge logo embroidered on his jacket.

  "Mila Greyson?" he asked, and I nodded cautiously.

  This can't be good.

  "I'm going to need to take that," he informed me, pointing at the laminated staff pass hanging from a lanyard around my neck.

  "Why?" I frowned, grasping the little card in my hand.

  "Because you've been fired. Your belongings are being packed up as we speak and will be delivered to whatever address you give us." The security guard looked bored as shit and literally did not care that the world was falling out from under my feet.

  "What?" I squeaked, "No! You can't fire me! I didn't do anything wrong!" Other than have a tiny three-way in the gondola. But he can't know that.

  "Look, girlie. It's not me firing you; I just do what I'm told. This order came from the top too, so … just let me do my job?" He sighed and held out his hand for my pass which I clutched to my chest defensively.

  "So what," I replied, desperately searching for a solution while my palms broke out in sweat and my heart leapt into my throat, "just because I didn't let Gary 'The Sleazebag' Ridgemont fuck me in the woods last night, now I'm out of a job and a home?"

  "I don't know the reason, and I don't particularly care. Just give me the damn staff pass and tell me where to send your shit. Okay?" The guard's face was totally devoid of any sympathy as he waggled his fingers for my pass.

  Reluctantly, I took it off and handed it to him. What the hell else was I going to do? Run screaming? That was hardly going to solve this shit storm.

  "Thank you," he grunted, stuffing my pass in his pocket and grabbing out a notebook and pen. "Now what's the address?"

  "I don't …" My voice cracked at the realization that I had nowhere to go.

  "Send it to room sixteen-ten," Slade's deep voice said from behind me and I jumped a little.

  The security guard looked up with an eyebrow raised, then squinted at me as though checking whether to write it down or not. For a moment I was frozen, not knowing what the hell to say. The Kings of Snow were the reason my former life had imploded six years ago, and yet here they were offering me somewhere to stay when I had nothing? But at what cost?

  Blaze stepped up on my other side and slipped a hand around my waist to tug me closer into him, and that decided it for me.

  "Uh yeah. Send it there …" I whispered, not trusting myself not to cry. If nothing else, it would give me a couple of hours to sort out where I could go from here.

  "Sure. Whatever. Who am I to tell you what to do with your life?" The guard noted down the room number and turned away muttering something about kids these days and hope they're smart enough to use protection.

  Ugh, great. Now I looked like a snow-whore.

  It was a term I'd coined myself for the loose women who had been draping themselves all over the Winter Wankers since they'd arrived in the village a week ago. Snow-whore. It had seemed funny until applied to myself.

  "Um, thank you," I started, swiping a hand over my wet cheek and pulling away from Blaze. "I won't be in your hair for long. Just need to work out what I'm doing next and then I'll be gone. A few hours, max."

  "Mila," Slade sighed. "It's already four in the afternoon and that snowstorm is about to hit pretty hard. You're stuck with us until at least the morning."

  "And what will you want in return?" I asked, a bit rudely but not totally out of line given their reputation. Blaze made an offended noise while Slade raised his eyebrows at me in surprise.

  "I feel like you have an opinion of us that's not entirely deserved," Slade commented quietly, rubbing his chin. "We don't require anything in return, Mila. We just don't want you out on the streets in a snowstorm." He flicked a glance to Blaze that was too quick for me to make out, then grabbed my cold hand in one of his. "Come on, let's get inside before the weather reaches us down here."

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Letting Slade tug me along as we made our way back to the hotel, I glanced back up the mountain at the dark storm clouds rolling lower. The lifts had all stopped completely now, so we must have been one of the last carriages to arrive.

  What the hell was I going to do now? I couldn't stay in The Ridge. Gary The Douche-tard's cousin owned almost every business in town so it'd be impossible to find a job. I didn't even have a damn car anymore! I'd sold it before arriving at this job to help finance my dream camera. The same camera that was now a glorified paperweight.

  "Fuck," I whispered under my breath then promptly tripped up a couple of steps leading to the hotel's main entrance. The same one staff weren't permitted to use. I suppose I wasn't staff anymore though.

  "You okay?" Blaze asked, catching me around the waist with inked fingers while Slade's grip tightened on my hand to help me regain balance.

  "Yeah, just … not concentrating." My voice came out in a weak sort of mutter and I mentally kicked myself. Chin up, Mila. You've survived worse.

  "Understandable," Blaze replied, leaving his palm on my lower back as we continued through the hotel lobby to the elevators. "You had a shock. I don't think anyone would've expected your slimy boss to pull a stunt like that. You going to file a complaint of sexual harassment?"

  "What?" I looked up at him in surprise.

  "Sexual harassment," he repeated, then Slade gave my hand a tug to pull me into the elevator as it opened. "You should, you know. Even if it doesn't get your job back, at least it'll be recorded in a formal way in case he tries it on any of the other girls working here."

  "Um." He had a really good point. Was I in some sort of weird alternate universe where the Kings of Snow were supporting women standing up for themselves? It was either that or I
had really misjudged them.

  "Don't worry, we can help you file the paperwork with the hotel's HR department tomorrow sometime," Slade assured me gruffly, and I looked between the two of them in confusion.

  The elevator stopped briefly, allowing an older couple to join us, so I kept my mouth shut. I was certainly not one to air my dirty laundry in public. I'd learned firsthand how damaging that could be.

  "Are you hungry?" Blaze asked as the older couple got off on their floor and the elevator continued up to the sixteenth floor. Of course, Ryder had said last night that they were staying in the penthouse. Part of me was actually a little excited to see it for myself … It held an insane dollar per night figure so I was curious as to what the fuss was about.

  "Um," I said again, sounding like an idiot. Apparently I'd handed over my brain with my staff pass downstairs.

  "You must be," Blaze continued, using his magnetic swipe card to unlock the door and hold it open. "You've been up the mountain almost all day without taking a break."

  "You were watching me?" I asked sharply, jerking to a halt and trying to pull my hand from Slade's. He didn't let go though, and when I frowned at him he just gave me a lazy smile.

  "Not in like, a creepy stalker way." Blaze rolled his eyes. "We were boarding the runs under the gondola so we saw you every time we caught the T back up."

  "Oh." Okay Mila, now you sound conceited.

  "Blitzen!" Drex exclaimed, coming out of one of the bedrooms wearing only a towel.

  Jesus fucking Christ that man was cut. I mean, I knew better than most how fit you needed to be as an elite sportsman, but seeing it on my own body compared to Drex was a whole other thing.

  He must have just stepped out of the shower, because water glistened on his sculpted torso and dripped from his shaggy blonde hair. Lucky Slade was still holding onto my hand or I might have thrown myself straight at him.

  Actually, why was Slade still holding my hand?

  I gave a little tug, as if to remind him to let go, but he just smirked and pulled me closer to him.

  "What's Blitzen doing here?" Drex asked the two who'd brought me in, running a hand through his wet hair and drawing my focus to his toned bicep.

  "Mila," Slade corrected, "is going to stay with us for a couple of nights. That fucktard of a boss of hers fired her and they kicked her out of the staff housing."

  "Oh shit, babe that sucks hardcore," Drex exclaimed, crossing the distance between us in a couple of long strides, and wrapping me in an abrupt, wet hug.

  Slade finally let my hand go just in time for me to grab onto Drex's slippery back and stop myself from falling over when his weight pushed me a little off-balance.

  As mad as I was at him for breaking my camera, it was really hard to stay angry … He was like a freaking Labrador or something. A really sexy, wet, muscled Labrador who was currently pressed against me naked.

  "Um, Drex?" I murmured from where my face was squished against his chest.

  "Yes, Blitzen?" he replied, his voice reverberating against my cheek.

  "Is that your towel on the ground?" From my position, sandwiched against him, I could see a distinctly towel-like object on the ground but nothing else to confirm my suspicion … damn thick winter clothes.

  "Drex, seriously bro?" Blaze growled. "Put some fucking pants on!"

  "Er, sorry babe," Drex chuckled, releasing me and bending to pick up his fallen towel while I politely averted my gaze.

  Okay, I'm lying. I totally checked out his package and holy shit. Was I drooling? Maybe a little. On the inside. Fucking hell, why did they all need to be so damn sexy? And nice! Since when were the Kings of Snow actually nice people who respected women?

  "Drex, baby? Are we partying again tonight?" Ah, there it was. A stunning girl wearing nothing but panties and silicon implants walked out of the room Drex had come from. She was towel drying her hair, so no prizes for guessing what they'd just been up to when we arrived.

  "Dude," Blaze groaned, and Slade made a pissed off sort of noise.

  "Drex, get rid of the bunnies please; we have company." Slade's tone brooked no arguments and his glare was enough to scare the pants off me. Thankfully, it was directed at his teammate.

  "Absolutely, S." Drex nodded, an adorable blush staining his cheeks. "Amber, time to go."

  "It's Nicole!" the mostly naked girl snarled, and I expected her to grab her shit and storm out but instead she melted into a coy flirty sort of posture. "You don't really want me to leave though, do you Drex, baby? Just the other girls, right? I mean … everyone knows you guys don't share girls so you might still need me here."

  Evidently, I wasn't the only one disgusted by her whining voice and total lack of dignity because the scowl that shuttered down over Drex's playful face said it all. She had way overstayed her welcome.

  "Grab your shit and go, Amber or Nicole or whatever the fuck your name is. You knew the deal from the beginning, now time's up. Get out and thanks for a good time." Drex shrugged his shoulders loosely, so blasé I almost felt bad for the snow bunny. The dirty look she shot me as she dragged a skimpy dress over her body and stormed out made me feel a tad less sympathetic though.

  "What is with all the noise?" Ryder's sleep tousled head popped up from the couch and he frowned at us through half-closed eyes. "Mila-elf? Is that you?"

  "Hey Ryder," I replied, giving him a tiny smile. I couldn't help it. He and Slade had seriously saved my ass last night, and it'd gone a really, really long way toward thawing my grudge against them all.

  "Hey! Get up! Time to go!" Ryder said as he clapped his hands and two sleepy girls popped up on either side of him, looking confused. "Move it, chickies. Kings only."

  "She's not a King," one girl complained, pointing a rude finger at me as she dressed.

  "No, she's a Queen. Now, please leave," Ryder said firmly, and the two girls stomped out in a huff.

  "Sorry, Mila-elf." He grinned at me. "They know the score when they come up here. Some just push the rules a little more than most, you know?"

  "Ah, no. No, I can't say I do know," I muttered, folding my arms over my chest before Slade could recapture my hand. If anything, I was kind of thankful to see the snow-whores, and the way these guys treated them like they were nothing more than servants. I'd been dangerously close to thinking they weren't so bad after all.

  Ryder disappeared behind the couch again for a moment, then stood up wearing a pair of boxers and came over with his arms outstretched as though for a hug.

  "Uh, what are you doing?" I asked, backing up a step and hearing Blaze snicker.

  "What? I can't hug you? Mila-elf, I've sat on your bed. We are so okay to hug now." Ryder's ridiculous reasoning teased another small smile out of me, but I still backed up another step.

  "I'm not hugging you! Fuck knows what sort of bodily fluids you're covered in right now!" I couldn't help snorting a laugh at his shocked expression and Slade clapped him on the shoulder jokingly.

  "Go shower, you man whore. Mila has had a rough twenty-four hours and doesn't need you and Drex rubbing up all over her." He gave Ryder a push in the direction of one of the bedrooms, then turned to Drex. "Clothes, D. Now."

  "You got it, boss!" Drex grinned, giving a salute then winking at me.

  "Sorry about them," Blaze sighed, placing a hand on my lower back once more and directing me into the open plan style kitchen.

  "Nothing to apologize for." I shrugged, taking a seat on the bar stool that he pointed me toward. "It's not like you guys don't already have a reputation for being disgusting party animal man whores with little to no respect for women, authority, or rules."

  "Ouch. Tell us how you really feel, babe!" Blaze clutched a hand to his chest dramatically, like I'd actually hurt his feelings. Yeah, right.

  "Oh, please. As if you don't knowingly cultivate that image for yourselves." I rolled my eyes and saw the sly grin pulling across Slade's face as he took the stool beside me.

  "And what makes you say that?" he murmure
d quietly. His role as the leader of the group was clear, in both the way he'd just spoken to Drex and Ryder, but he was also a quiet kind of guy. Always watching and listening. I had no doubt he was also the driving force behind their fame.

  "Because it keeps you in the media. Snow sports isn't exactly the most widely publicized business to be in, yet you four have managed to land modeling contracts, movie contracts, music video appearances … not to mention you have paparazzi following your every move. I'm surprised they haven't managed to get into The Ridge yet, actually." I chewed my lip as I considered the two of them. The smiles they both wore confirmed my suspicion that their image was all a part of some elaborate marketing scheme.

  "And how would getting our misadventures splashed across every tabloid in the country possibly be a good thing, Mila?" Slade challenged with a smirk.

  "Yes, do tell, babe." Blaze grinned, pulling food out of the fridge and laying it out on the counter in front of Slade and me.

  "Don't get me wrong, you four are clearly very skilled snowboarders. No amount of publicity can win you a combined thirty-eight Olympic medals. But I think this whole bad boy image is just that. An image. It keeps you in the spotlight, and books you some seriously well paying gigs, if this penthouse is anything to say for it." I peered around at what I could see, and it was definitely all it had been hyped up to be.

  "So you don't think we really are alcoholic, coke-addicted assholes who use women like Kleenex and then toss them aside in the morning?" Blaze asked, abandoning the sandwich he was making and leaning on his elbows across the counter from me.

  "Ah no, I think you absolutely are all of those things; I just think you're doing it for a bigger reason than just cause we can." I paused. "Except I think the drugs and alcohol thing is exaggerated. No elite sportsman would actually abuse their body like the media says you all do."

  "Interesting," Slade commented, then turned to Blaze. "Are you making us food or what, bro?"

  "On it!" Blaze pushed back up off the countertop and started laying out cheese over bits of bread then placed them into the oven.