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

by C. M. Stunich

  When his blue eyes finally meet mine, there isn't anger or kindness. There is only a feral look of desperate lust. Wild. Hungry. Carnal. He wraps one arm around my waist, yanking me roughly against his hard chest. He kisses me with such avarice I can do nothing but yield to his violent demands.

  Mine, he says with each flick of his tongue. He shows no indication that he can taste Hudson on my lips but he must. His free hand cups my partially exposed ass cheek, lifting me up tighter against him. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him deeper. The same animalistic frenzy that has a hold of him overwhelms me. I stop shivering with cold and instead, I shiver with want. The warmth of his rock-solid body presses against mine, protecting me from the frigid winter air. He carries me through the door, all the way up the stairs to the bedroom, our mouths locked together the entire time. He tosses me on the bed, slipping his fingers under his tie and pulling it over his head.

  “Take off all your clothes. I want you bare and open for me,” he snarls, pulling off the rest of his own clothes. I get my first look at the muscular lines of his well-built body. I must have died and gone to heaven. The length of his shaft is displayed unashamedly. It's enormous. I start to strip as fast as I can, throwing off the warm jacket that smells like him. I untie the apron and yank the dress over my head. I don't have to take off my own panties because the scrap of red lace is lying on the kitchen floor.

  Colden reaches behind my back, unclasping my bra with practiced skill. When it falls away, I gasp. I'm bare and open, just like he asked. He palms my breast, taking the tender aching mound in his large hand, kneading and massaging it. With little pomp and circumstance, Colden climbs between my legs. He hovers above me, closing his eyes, trying to get control of his frenzy.

  But I don't want him to.

  I want the full force of his storm, on me, in me.

  “Please,” I beg, and Colden's eyes flash with heat. He grabs my hips with one hand, using the other to guide himself to my wet slit, and enters me with a rough, angry thrust.

  He fucks me, pushing me into the mattress, grinding deep, holding me there as I writhe in ecstasy.

  “Mine,” he growls. He fucks me hard and violent and frenzied but not quick. His. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he moans. The sound is primal and possessive and desperate, greedy even. Male. Slowly, his thrusts get faster and faster, riding the high of giving into an ardor so strong it has consumed my every thought for almost a week. He pants and gasps. The sounds of approval ripping from his throat are so incredibly beastly. The wild sounds spur me closer to the edge of orgasm.

  “Natalie,” he groans; my vision blurs. “You're mine,” he practically roars. I feel his massive shaft pulse several times as he comes hard, spilling his hot seed inside the most vulnerable part of my soft tender body. He collapses with a ragged sigh of contentment, letting himself drop onto the bed next to me. His stunning eyes are calm, peaceful as a mountain lake.

  “That was quite the show, but I beg to differ. I found her first. I fucked her first. I'd say that makes her mine.” Gabe's sinfully cruel voice comes from the doorway, smooth as cognac. Corruption incarnate. A tall lean slice of naughty draped in the scrumptious tailored lines of another expensive suit. He licks his lips; his body language exudes arrogance and authority.

  He is baiting Colden, trying to get a rise out of him. Colden doesn't move or attempt to get up. Instead he grabs me, pulling my still naked body against him possessively. I love the feel of being wrapped in his powerful arms, but if I ignore Gabe, he won't stop.

  “Excuse you both. I will decide who I'll fuck. And for the record, I got fingered by Hudson,” I start counting, holding up one finger, “watched Jack masturbate to Hudson and me.” I hold up a second finger and then a third. “And got pounded by Whit before you ever got to touch me. So I wouldn't act so high and mighty,” I say, sitting up to face him.

  He adjusts his glasses and smirks at me, not in the least discouraged or upset by my words. I wish I had clothes on. It is so not fair that I have to argue naked while he gets to stand there looking regal and put together. He pinches the corner of his glasses, pulling them down so he can look over the top of the frame. My cunt pulses in response. How can this be? I just finished. The cruel cold gray of his eyes are magnetic, drawing me in.

  “Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want me.” The silken tones of his cultured voice are seduction incarnate. He takes his jacket off as he talks, laying it nicely over the back of a chair. He then begins taking off his cuff links and tie, setting them on the seat of the same chair.

  “That is beside the point,” I say. But my eyes can't stop following his every careful movement. He begins unbuttoning his shirt slowly; he is devious.

  “No, that is exactly the point. You want to fuck me. And I can't get the image of you bent over that piano screaming my name out of my mind.” He slips his shirt off and lays it over the jacket. “I think if we fuck a few more times, this obsession will lessen,” he says simply, leaning down to untie his shoes. Gabe is rude, condescending, conceited, and delightfully villainous—and it turns me on. I want to slap him and fuck him at the same time, like my irritation and hatred morph into some sort of natural aphrodisiac.

  “Despite what you think, the world doesn't revolve around you. There are other people's feelings to consider,” I say with narrowed eyes. I reach down and rest the palm of my hand on Colden's heated flesh.

  “I think she is talking about you Colden,” Gabe says, completely ignoring me. “What do you say?” He lifts his eyebrows suggestively. He doesn't take his eyes off me. My skin dampens under the intense scrutiny.

  “Huh? Am I missing something?” I say, crinkling my brows in confusion. He can't possibly be suggesting what I think he is, not with Colden's past.

  “Lets stop beating around the bush shall we. A threesome. You needn't play coy with me; I can read you like an open book.” He growls the last word at me, the sound tantalizing even though I wish I didn't like it.

  “A threesome with you and … Colden?” I stutter. The idea heats every cell in my body. I look over at Colden, lying there with his eyes closed. His face is schooled into a neutral mask. I don't know if it's just an inveterate tendency or an attempt to quell a surge of unwanted emotions. “I don't think that is a good idea.”

  “Of course it is. Don't you trust him?” Gabe asks, feigning worry. He even lays his palm against the smooth plain of his own perfect chest. Talk about overacting. That conniving sack of garbage. He knows exactly what he's doing, trying to manipulate me and Colden simultaneously. It's not going to be that easy.

  “Of course. It's you I don't trust,” I retort. I resist the urge to stick out my tongue. The jerk makes me want to act so childish. He walks closer to the bed, unbuckling his belt as he moves.

  “Prove it,” he says, dropping his slacks and underwear to the ground. He grabs the base of his dick, silently daring me. I want to … but Colden. He sits up suddenly, cracking those stunning blue eyes. He looks me up and down, contemplative but also appreciative. His big beautiful dick swells with excitement. He glances at Gabriel. They lock gazes momentarily, silently communicating.

  “Fine. But don't push me, Gabe. If I tell you to stop, you'd better fucking listen.” My mouth hangs open in shock. Am I dreaming?

  “Are you sure?” I scoot towards him, meeting his eyes.

  “Yes, but I'm in charge,” Colden replies. Gabriel narrows his slate colored eyes, but doesn’t disagree. Clearly Gabe isn't used to letting anyone take charge at all because he doesn't wait to be told what to do. Completely nude but still arrogant as ever, he saunters over and sits on the end of the bed.

  “Well, do you think you can handle this or do I need to be on top?” he says with a cruel smile. I know he's manipulating me, trying to get a rise out of me, but the comment irritates me anyway. I'm not going to let him get his way that easily.

  I touch Colden's chest gently, asking him to lie back. I climb on, positioning his massive dick at my opening. His han
ds grip my hips somewhat roughly as he drops his head back and closes his eyes. Inch by inch, I lower myself onto his cock. At this angle, he feels so much bigger. Longer. Somehow my wet pussy manages to take the full length of his impressive penis. And I sit back with a gasp of triumph. The sound causes Colden's firm grip to tighten. My hips are going to be bruised tomorrow. I lean down, resting my hands on the wide expanse of his perfect body, and start to move my hips. Small sounds of pleasure almost immediately escape my lips.

  Gabe is pissed. He tries to hide it, but I can see it in his eyes. He sees me watching and smiles at me, a look of devilish delight sweeping over his face. He gets up and positions himself behind me, standing at the edge of the bed where Colden and I lay perpendicular to the headboard.

  I try to turn so I can see what he's doing.

  He leans against me and whispers in my ear, “You're going to regret that.”

  Then he shoves me against Colden's bare chest. Hard. Pinning me there. The softness of my breasts are squished between us. Colden is still inside my hot cunt, but I can't move. I moan and writhe in ecstasy. Gabriel positions his ridged shaft at my ass then shoves himself in roughly. It walks the fine line between pleasure and pain. I was right—every second with him is exquisite torture. I go pliant, giving into each hard thrust. Being trapped between these two gods of sin and sex is pleasurable beyond words. Bliss. Nirvana. Heaven.

  Gabriel puts one of his hands over Colden's, subtly taking over, using the other to grab a fistful of my hair. He yanks my head back, and I moan. He's such a prick, I shouldn't like what he's doing, but for some reason … I do. Maybe it's because, even as he's grunting and filling me with his cock, I can sense the lost and broken boy underneath. He needs to feel something, just like Colden does. And if I can be that catalyst, why would I even want to say no?

  The pleasure coils inside of me, a storm to rival the one outside the window, the howling winds of my own ecstasy crashing through me, making my muscles clench and tighten, trapping the two powerful, dangerous men inside of me. I hold them there with the simple force of my cunt, milking their shafts, begging them to finish and find their own pleasure.

  I feel Colden come inside me with a grunt about a second before I feel my own release. It comes out of nowhere, like lightning, a blitz of overwhelming erotic pleasure. My climax tears a ragged scream from my throat. Gabriel moans behind me, spilling his hot seed and collapsing against my back.

  For a moment, the three of us lay there in peaceful quiet, nothing but the crackling sound of the fire and the panting of our collective breath to break the silence.

  Gabriel is the first one to move, sliding himself gently out of me and taking a step away from the bed. I roll off of Colden, lying there on my back for a long moment, watching the orange and red flickers of firelight play off the high ceilings.

  After a moment, I feel the trickle of semen down my thighs.

  “Shower?” I say with a laugh.

  I'm beyond surprised when both men decide to join me.

  CHAPTER SIX

  About halfway through my shower, I realize that I just left food on the stove and in the oven. I rush downstairs to find that Jack has it completely under control. It's all out and ready to eat. I'm so excited, I give him a big hug that quickly turns into a panty melting French kiss.

  Colden and Gabriel come down the stairs behind me and all five Northington brothers escort me to their fantastical dining room. The table is so long, it looks like something out of a fairytale, its gleaming wood surface decorated with an elaborate red and gold runner. Every few place settings, there's a holiday bouquet in a large vase or a candle, surrounded by old-fashioned decorations.

  I didn't decorate this room … so something else must have. I'm just not sure which man to thank—perhaps all of them?

  After dinner, I rope them into helping me decorate the Christmas tree. Surprisingly none of them argue with me. In fact, they all enthusiastically join in. Once the tree is done, we watch It's A Wonderful Life, my all-time favorite Christmas movie; it also happens to be Jack's favorite.

  “All right. I'm going to head to bed. I have some things I have to check on first thing in the morning. Jack, I was wondering if you wanted to stay with me tonight?” I ask.

  I swear, five sets of eyes swing toward me; Jack raises his eyebrows and gives me a big grin.

  “Like you even needed to ask,” he says with a smoky chuckle. He's the only one who looks particularly happy about it. Both Colden and Gabriel look downright pissed.

  I go up to Colden first and give him a tiny kiss on his cheek. Next, I move over to Hudson and he tilts his cheek for me to kiss, at the last second turning his face and giving me a big smack on the lips, then a wink. When I go to Gabriel, he reaches behind my head and guides my face to his, kissing me deep, massaging my tongue with his own until I let out a small moan. Lastly, I approach Whittaker. Before I can kiss him, he takes my hand in his, lifting it to his lips. His dark eyes watch me intently the entire time. His soft lips brush the back of my hand in the sweetest of kisses, but goose bumps break out all over my skin. He just smiles at me, his seductive look just brimming with silent invitation. By the time I'm finished kissing them goodnight, I'm already wet and wanting.

  “You all need to just back off,” Jack says, holding out his hand for me to take, the vivid green pools of his eyes crinkling at the corners.

  I swallow, suddenly nervous, all too aware of my own racing heart. My palm slips into his firm grip and nestles into the curve of his hand like we were made for each other. I don't know what it is about these brothers, but I feel connected to them somehow, beyond the physical. Don't get me wrong—they all send my body into a fit of lust—but it feels like it's more than that.

  I follow the lean length of Jack's athletic body up the stairs, and right as we get to the threshold, he scoops me up like I'm weightless. My heart thunders in my chest and my stomach is in knots.

  “I guess I'm not quite the Casanova I thought myself to be, or my fiancée wouldn't be frowning at the prospect of us fucking,” he jokes, and the sound of his smoky voice is like a cool balm on my anxious heart. There it is again, that humor and good cheer. Jack uses it to push back the darkness. Where would his brothers be if he hadn't been there with a smile and a laugh to chase away the shadows, soothe the soul?

  “No one would ever frown at the prospect of having you in their bed,” I say, needing him to know how much his small gestures of comfort mean to me. No one in my entire life has even once made my heart sing with either lust or … love the way these five have. Love? What would someone like me know of love? My face must be lined with worry because Jack pinches his brow in confusion.

  Jack carries me through the threshold and lays me softly on the bed. My breath hitches; I lick my lips. Slowly and sensually he starts undressing me, beginning with my white silk top. I move to help him, but he stops me.

  “No, just relax and I'll take care of you,” he says in that husky, sexy voice of his. Jack finishes stripping my quivering body and then undresses himself. When he disrobes, it's nothing like when Gabe did it. Gabe's was a cruel tease, meant to rile the senses and torment the libido. Jack's movements are slow and soft and attentive, a feast of tantalizing kisses and barely there caresses. My heated skin is already tingling, delirious with excitement.

  Before he climbs in bed with me, Jack leans down, cupping my face with both palms and gently pressing his mouth to mine. It is featherlight, little more than a chaste brush of lips. This kiss is the kiss of a white knight—strong, powerful and brave, but also kind, caring, and sweet. I should stop those kinds of thoughts because they only lead to heartbreak, but that is what he feels like … my knight protector.

  Lust and attraction are powerful things, but they pale in comparison to the feelings resting deep in my pounding chest, a sense of euphoria so strong it goes beyond the physical to something bigger. And instead of an insistent pulse between my thighs, Jack's kiss makes my toes tingle, my breath hitch, and g
ives me butterflies like I have never before felt. It's intoxicating beyond words.

  “Jack,” I moan breathlessly against the softness of his lips, pleading for the feel of his hard body against the softness of my own. He gets on the bed, sliding the length of his firm body against mine. I moan, the sound comes out a low keen of longing. My sex clenches with appreciation. The strong emotions rolling around in my chest are too much to bear and a frenzy overtakes me. I spread my legs and reach for him.

  He catches my hand lightening quick, pressing a kiss to my fingers then grabbing the other before pinning them both above my head with a single hand. He holds me there trembling, forcing me to give in and accept that my dissolute fervor is for another time and place. Apprehensive as I am at the prospect of being the center of such tender focus I relent, letting my whole body go languid.

  “You are such a fragrant and beautiful blossom, rare and precious.” He looks into my eyes as he speaks, letting the emerald green orbs convey to me that this is no empty compliment. My whole body vibrates with the need to be touched by him. My chest fills with excitement, my breasts rising and falling with each shuddering breath.

  He takes his eyes off mine momentarily and drops his mouth to my nipple, teasing the pebbled point with a flick of his tongue. Then he settles between my thighs. My pussy is tender and sore from fucking Hudson, then Colden and Gabriel.

  He pushes his erect cock into my core with agonizing slowness, keeping the verdant fathoms of his perfect eyes locked on mine as he pins my hips with his own, the generous swells of his muscular arms trapping mine above my head. But it's the scope of profound understanding I see in his eyes that truly holds me captive. I feel exposed under his intense scrutiny. Jack's eyes seem to pierce right through me as he begins to move, rocking us at a deliberately mild pace. Languid. Deep. Like he is slowly massaging my hot pussy. The feelings inside are becoming too much; they threaten to spill over. I knew being treated with such careful tenderness would open me up leave me exposed and vulnerable. A familiar pressure builds, but it is much slower and stronger, oozing its way through every pore of my body, infiltrating my mind.