Encore: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Lane Hart

  “You owe me,” Nix mutters, but he climbs off the mattress and returns a moment later with the roll of condoms.

  “Tear one off for me and open it?” I ask between kisses.

  “Fine, but I refuse to roll it on your dick,” he grumbles. I hear the rip of the wrapper foil and then glance over to where he’s standing at the foot of the bed to take the circular rubber he offers me.

  “Thanks,” I say when I grab it, then sit back to roll it on my cock with one hand. A second later and I’m lined up perfectly and sliding home. “Damn, that’s nice,” I say as I pound inside of her tight, hot pussy. And fuck, Nix went first this time too, when I wanted to be the first one to stretch her.

  “You okay?” I ask Kelsey when her eyes remain closed.

  “God, yes,” she assures me without blinking them open, only her hand moving as it caresses down my back.

  “Perfect angle for a blowjob,” Nix says from where he’s still standing. “What do you say, Kelsey? Think you can handle it?”

  Tilting her head back on the edge of the mattress to look at him, she says, “Oh, yeah.” Nix pulls his condom off and steps forward, close enough to guide his dick between her parted lips.

  As I’m fucking her, I can see his cock sliding in her throat, and…it’s pretty damn hot.

  “Bet I last longer,” I tell him.

  “You’re on,” he agrees without lifting his eyes from where his shaft is disappearing into Kelsey’s mouth.

  Instead of lasting longer since it’s the second round, I actually come even faster than before.

  “Dammit,” I mutter right before Nix follows with a roar, either because Kelsey sucked him that good or in triumph for beating me.

  Good and spent now, and a hundred bucks poorer, I pull out of Kelsey and then flop down next to her, both of us lying the wrong way on the bed. The mattress shifts, so I assume Nix is on the other side of her.

  “I’m such a slut,” Kelsey says, followed by a giggle as she uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth.

  “You’re not a slut,” Nix and I tell her simultaneously.

  “I’ve known a lot of sluts in my day, and you’re not one, Kel,” I assure her.

  “Um, I think what we just did would go down as slutty in anyone’s book,” she replies.

  “It’s not like we’re strangers or anything,” I say. “Besides, who cares if it’s slutty or not? It was fun, right?” I ask.

  “Very fun,” she agrees. “And it felt good. I’ve never, you know…like that before, the first time?”

  “Come like a runaway freight train?” Nix supplies, and Kelsey giggles again. “I’ve never been with a woman who came like that either. It was like…like a giant orgasm.”

  “Oh! I know this!” I exclaim. “You were hitting the button on her G-spot when you were fucking her, and I was tweaking her clit. She had a double orgasm.”

  “A double orgasm?” Nix repeats. “Is that even a thing?”

  “Yes,” I reply. “I read about it online but thought it was bullshit.”

  “Wow,” Kelsey says. “I didn’t even know that was possible. I’m pretty sure I’ve never even had an internal orgasm before.”

  “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Nix says with a chuckle.

  “Hey,” I grumble. “It wouldn’t have been so incredible without me working over your clit.”

  “Very true,” Kelsey says. “I owe you both my gratitude.” Then she starts giggling again. “How in the world did I get here?”

  “We’re irresistible individually,” I tell her simply. “Together, we’re even more powerful.”

  “Like the sex versions of Power Rangers or Voltron,” Nix remarks with a chuckle.

  Using a deep movie announcer voice, I hold up my fist and say, “When our powers combine, nothing will stop you from getting fucked so good you have a double orgasm.”

  Kelsey giggles for so long I wonder if she’s drunk, making me and Nix laugh too. She didn’t have a lot of alcohol, so she must just be fuck-drunk.

  “Now what?” she eventually asks.

  “Now we eat cookies,” Nix says.

  “Cookies?” Kelsey asks.

  “Yeah, let’s make gingerbread cookies and arrange them in as many explicit ways as possible like Nix’s Christmas sweater,” I suggest.

  “Sounds fun, and my stomach is growling,” Kelsey says as she places her hand on her stomach.

  “Then let’s feed you,” Nix says. “I may be on the bench for the rest of the night, but I bet Cam will want to go again.”

  “Maybe,” I say, since now that I’ve broken the rule, doing so again doesn’t seem as big of a deal. It’s not like I’m sinking into a relationship with Kelsey each time I fuck her or anything. “Sorry you’re gonna miss out,” I tell Nix sarcastically.

  “I won’t be entirely out,” Nix amends. “I just won’t get off.”

  “That’s a crazy superstition,” Kelsey says to him, having obviously discussed it with Nix in their dozens of messages.

  “Fuck, I hate it. But you can’t mess around with jinxes,” Nix tells her.

  “The game’s in Boston on Sunday, right?” Kelsey asks.

  “Yeah,” I answer. “Why don’t you come?”

  “Yeah, you should come,” Nix agrees.

  “I can’t. I need to be looking for a job and getting ready for school to start back.”

  “I’ll pay for your plane ticket and hotel room,” I offer, even surprising the shit out of myself. What the fuck am I thinking asking a woman to come to one of my away games? My dad will be there. And if he finds out Kelsey flew out on my dime, he’ll lose his shit and I’ll never hear the end of it, especially if I have an unimpressive game. But if we don’t tell anyone, there’s no reason for him to suspect she’s there for anyone but Quinton…

  “Or I could pay for it,” Nix counters.

  “No, neither of you are gonna pay for it because I’m not going,” Kelsey says as she scrambles off the bed and looks down at her bra and panties. “But you do owe me a new bra.”

  “That won’t be a problem at all,” Nix tells her when he sits up and climbs off the bed to start dressing again.

  “Good,” Kelsey replies to him with a grin. Then, to me, says, “Cameron, could I maybe get one of your shirts to put on?”

  “Sure,” I easily agree as I get up naked from the bed and pad over to the dresser to pull one of the gray Wildcats tees out to take to her.

  “Thanks,” she says when I hand it over. After she puts it on, I watch in amazement as she reaches underneath and behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor before she shimmies her panties down her legs. “These are pretty much done for too,” she says, holding the thong on the tip of one finger.

  “I’ll replace your panties, and Nix can handle the bra,” I suggest, intending to buy more than one pair.

  “Deal,” Kelsey says as she drops the panties. She then pulls all of her long hair up on top of her head and secures it with a rubber band thingy that’s on her wrist, looking sexy and comfy before telling us, “Now, show me to your cookies.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kelsey

  Standing in Cameron’s kitchen wearing nothing but his t-shirt to make cookies while Cameron and Nixon sit on stools at the counter watching me in only their boxer briefs may be even more surreal than having sex with them both.

  I feel their eyes on me as I put the pan of gingerbread cookies into the oven and as I move around the kitchen cleaning up my mess. When I glance over at them, they don’t even try to hide their stares. Finally, I ask, “What?”

  “The only reason I’m not demanding that you cook naked is because I don’t want you to get burned,” Nixon replies, his dark eyes heavy-lidded and full of heat.

  “I was just picturing her wearing nothing but a white apron,” Cam says from where he’s sitting with his chin propped up on his palm.

  “Great fucking idea,” Nixon tells him as he holds out a fist bump without removing his eyes from
me and Cameron hits it without looking away.

  “Third drawer beside the oven,” Cameron calls out.

  “I’m not cooking in nothing but an apron,” I tell them indignantly with my hands on my hips. At the moment, I’m only wearing Cam’s cotton shirt with nothing underneath, which feels very odd.

  “Well, in that case, I want my t-shirt back,” Cameron says with a grin.

  “No,” I reply simply as I tug at the hem of the tee to pull it lower on my thighs.

  “His kitchen, his rules,” Nixon says, his rumbly voice sounding deeper, more authoritative.

  “No clothes allowed,” Cameron demands while slamming his fist on the counter dramatically.

  I look back and forth between the two men, one light with chin-length blond hair, the other dark with tattoos on his arms and down his chest, but both with the exact same determined and predatory looks on their faces like they want me to refuse so that they can take action. It is two against one, so I don’t stand a chance; but it’ll be good to see them working together toward a common goal rather than fighting.

  “You can’t make me take it off,” I tell them as I fist the hem of his shirt and press my back against the counter.

  Two unique eyebrows lift in challenge, and then they’re both out of their seats and coming into the kitchen.

  “I’ll get the apron, you get the shirt off,” Cameron tells Nixon.

  “My pleasure,” Nixon says as he advances toward me with a smirk. I flatten my palms against his chest to try and hold him back, but of course, it does no good. He goes straight to the back hem and has it tugged over my head in an instant. All I can do is clutch the material to my chest since my arms are still somewhat in the big sleeves.

  Leaning down to speak against my ear, Nixon whispers, “Let go, sweetheart.”

  “No,” I reply.

  “Don’t make me tear Cam’s shirt, a Wildcats one, at that,” he warns. “That would be sacrilegious right before a big game.”

  “Raise her arms over her head and then pull,” Cameron suggests when he comes over and stands next to Nixon. “I’ll get the right arm; you get the left,” he offers before they step up to me and lift my arms, pressing their hard, warm bodies against mine at the same time. Of course, they succeed in getting the shirt out of my hands, and then both of my wrists are pinned to the cabinets above my head in their tight grips while I stand there completely naked against the counter.

  Cameron’s mouth covers my right breast an instant before Nixon’s seals around the left. And the sensation of two tongues on my sensitive flesh is almost overwhelming. My back arches on a whimper, offering my nipples up to them to suck on even harder. One of the hands on my thighs finds its way between my legs and penetrates my pussy that’s still vibrating from the earlier orgasms. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering right on the edge of the cliff again.

  “Your turn to go get me a condom,” Nixon says to Cameron, who grumbles but then steps back. The fingers inside of me withdraw too, almost making me cry from the awful emptiness.

  “I’ll take care of you,” Nixon whispers before his mouth returns to my breast and his fingers thankfully pick up where Cameron’s left off. Just when my legs tense, though, he pulls them all the way out.

  “Please,” I beg, our eyes locked as I plead for him to stop the aching throb.

  “You can come when I’m inside you. We have to make our last time tonight fast since it’s ten minutes to midnight. Just hang on for me, okay?”

  I nod in understanding before Nixon grabs my jaw and kisses my lips hard.

  Behind him, a foil wrapper crinkles, and then Nixon’s arm wraps around my waist and lifts my bottom onto the counter without our kiss breaking. My wrists are still held above me when Nixon uses one hand to jerk his boxer briefs down and roll the condom on. Without any delay, the blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance and thrusts inside.

  Nixon wasn’t kidding about being in a hurry. His hips pump so furiously that the back of my head hits the cabinets so hard I need a helmet. But I barely feel it, because all I can concentrate on is how amazing he feels dominating every inch inside of me.

  “Come for me, Kelsey,” he pants against my lips before biting the bottom one. While buried deep inside of me, Nixon grinds his pelvis against my clit; and I blast off into ecstasy.

  Grabbing my hip tightly in one hand while the other still holds both of my wrists captive above me, Nixon doesn’t ease up for even a second, making me gasp with each of his thrusts.

  Across from us, Cameron’s gaze is locked with mine and his hand is shoved down the front of his boxer briefs, moving just as fast as Nixon’s hips until Nixon slams deep one last time and groans through his release.

  Nixon’s face buries in my chest to press kisses against my breasts as he catches his breath, and I keep watching Cameron until his abdominal muscles bunch and tense and he throws his head back as he curses.

  Even though Cameron wasn’t physically a participant this round, he was still a part of it, obviously so turned on that he came watching us by his own hand, which is incredibly hot.

  Finally, Nixon lets my wrists go and steps back. Removing his condom, he tosses it in the trash bin under the sink and then pulls the front of his boxer briefs back up.

  The three of us remain silent except for our heavy breathing, and then the oven timer starts beeping.

  “I’ll go get some clean boxers,” Cameron says with a grin.

  “And I’ll get the apron,” Nixon tells us.

  “Then…I’ll get the cookies,” I tell them as I carefully slide down off the counter since my legs are still wobbly.

  Nixon brings the white apron over and puts the string around my neck, then spins me around to tie it in the back, spanking my bare bottom when he’s done. “Perfect.”

  “Thanks,” I tell him, although I’m not sure what he was referring to as being perfect.

  Shutting off the timer, I also turn off the oven and use the oven mitt to pull out the pan of cookies.

  “Those smell delicious, and I’m fucking starving,” Nixon tells me as he comes over and stands beside me to examine the cookies.

  “Me too,” I agree.

  “Milk?” he asks.

  “Sure.”

  He goes right to the cabinet and pulls out three glasses like he’s done it plenty of times before.

  “You come over here a lot?” I ask him as I grab the spatula to start scooping up the cookies.

  “Used to live here,” he replies while opening the refrigerator and grabbing the milk.

  “You did?” I ask.

  “Yep. Not because I couldn’t afford my own place or anything,” he quickly explains.

  “Just because you liked hanging out with your best friend?” I ask.

  “Yeah, something like that.”

  “When did you move out?”

  “About a week ago,” he answers while pouring milk in each glass.

  A week ago was the night of the Christmas party.

  “Because of me?” I ask.

  “No. Because Cam was being a dick,” he replies.

  “You two have been friends for years, right?” I ask.

  “Mm-hmm,” he mutters as he puts the milk carton away.

  “Then I’m sure you both want to resolve whatever happened instead of fighting.”

  “Guess we’ll see what happens,” Nixon says when he picks up a glass of milk and brings it over to me.

  “Thanks,” I tell him.

  “Milk does a body good,” he replies with a grin.

  “Then you must drink a gallon a day,” I tell him with my own smile as I run my fingers over his pectorals and down his abs. “Not letting me touch you when you’re inside of me should be considered torture.”

  “That right?” he asks, grinning even wider.

  “Yep. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to do it again.”

  “So there’s gonna be an again?” he asks with one of his dark eyebrows arched.


  “Maybe.”

  “There’s that word again that I despise,” he says, placing his palms on the counter beside me, caging me in. “Come to the game on Sunday, Kelsey.”

  “I can’t,” I tell him with a shake of my head.

  “And I can’t wait until Monday to be with you again. So come watch us play and then celebrate a win with us afterward or comfort us if we lose.”

  “Now’s just not a good time for me to leave town.”

  “You mean you don’t want to pay for a plane ticket?” he asks.

  “That too,” I agree.

  “So let us buy it. I’ll pay for you to get to Boston, and Cam can pay for the trip back. It’s nothing but a few hundred dollars to us which we can definitely spare to have a beautiful woman in the stadium, cheering us on.”

  “I’m pretty sure you’ll have plenty of beautiful women cheering you on for free.”

  “Come on, Kelsey. I bet Callie’s coming to see Quinton, right? You two could fly together.”

  “I’ll think about it,” I tell him. “Now let’s eat cookies while they’re still hot.”

  When I turn around, there’s whistling behind me.

  “Nice apron, Kel,” Cameron says when he returns to the kitchen.

  “You’ve got about thirty seconds before this thing is coming off,” I warn.

  “Yeah,” Cameron agrees when he comes up beside me and picks up a gingerbread cookie. After biting the head off, he says, “Because in thirty seconds you’re gonna be in my bed and naked again.”

  “It’s after midnight, so no more sex, and we need to rest up for the game,” Nixon argues when he grabs a cookie.

  “The no sex rule is yours, not mine, man,” Cameron tells him. “But you’re probably right. I need to save my energy, so that I can show you up on the field Sunday.”

  “You can try,” Nixon retorts with a grin that I hope means the two of them are on their way back to being best friends.

  Chapter Nineteen