Sin City Baby

by Rye Hart

  Sin City Baby

  A Reverse Harem Accidental Marriage Romance

  CONTENTS

  TITLE PAGE

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 35

  EPILOGUE

  EXCLUSIVE: A NIGHT WITH THE WALKER BROTHERS

  6 MOUNTAIN BROTHERS FOR CHRISTMAS

  STEP DADDY DESIRES

  CHRISTMAS WITH THE MCCORMICK BROTHERS

  RYE HART SNEAK PEEKS

  COPYRIGHT

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  PROLOGUE

  Am I hallucinating?

  At this point, my heart was racing a million miles a minute.

  With a confidence that shocked me, I stood there like a mystical goddess cherishing the way the brothers soaked every unclothed vision of me.

  Their eyes were both spellbinding and ravenous.

  Liam came inches before me and placed his hands on my ass before gripping my hips, pulling me closer to his thickening cock as our tongues collided.

  My hands threaded through his thick brown hair, feeling the way his slight scruff brushed against my face.

  I poured myself into him, relishing the dream that was finally coming true.

  This moment was meant to be.

  “Sam,” Liam said breathlessly.

  But before I could say anything, I felt someone take my arm and whip me around.

  I fell into Levi’s arms, and he crashed his lips against mine. I whimpered with desire at his touch.

  Another dream.

  Another brother.

  My body was alive. Coursing with unused energy I wanted so badly to release into them. For years, I’d dreamt of what it would feel like to kiss them.

  To be with them.

  To feel their hands against my waist. And as Levi ground his hips against mine and pulled my body close to his, the more I settled into the natural rhythm building between all of us.

  His tongue lapped deeply at me, raking along the roof of my mouth and sending shivers down my spine.

  His hands gripped me tightly, massaging my nipples to pert peaks before he slipped my bra straps off my shoulders. I whimpered against his lips, feeling mine swell at the connection. My mind was swirling, and my body danced with a heat I didn’t want to put out.

  I wanted it to burn me.

  I wanted it to take control.

  I wanted to finally feel the all these men against me.

  Another tug at my arm pulled me from Levi’s grasp, and I spun into the arms of Luke. His arms reached out for me, guiding me into him as I tripped over my own two feet. He caught me in his grasp and mesmerized me with those emerald eyes.

  So unlike his brothers’ eyes, yet so much like his nurturing personality.

  I threw myself at him. I couldn’t help it. I fisted his shirt and pulled myself towards his lips, wanting to get my hands on the silent yet beautiful brother. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me closer to him as his thick dick throbbed against my pussy. Heat grew between my legs as I kissed him deeply, relishing his taste.

  His warmth. His touch.

  I pressed my lips to his and fireworks burst in my brain. His touch was soft. His caresses were gentle. But his cock was rock hard. I shivered in his lap as his fingertips danced up my spine, caressing every divot and stoking a fire in my gut that threatened to take me under.

  “Luke,” I said breathlessly.

  “What is it darlin?” he asked.

  His eyes opened, and I couldn’t stop gazing into them. Our foreheads connected, and I breathed the warm air between us as his hand came around to cup my breast.

  “I’m waiting.”

  Logan’s deep voice drew me from my trance. I turned my gaze to his. I cupped my hand around Luke’s hand that was resting on my breast, forcing him to give it a little squeeze. I kissed the tip of his nose before stepping away from him, finally taking control of my own destiny. I found my footing and felt confident in what I wanted as my hands slid behind my back. I unhooked my bra and let it slide to the floor, revering in the way all the brothers raked their eyes along my body.

  Then I turned to Logan with a fire in my stare, watching his playful eyes dance along my body.

  “How long have you been waiting?” I asked as I planted my palms on his chest.

  “So much longer than you’ll ever believe,” he said.

  His arms wrapped around me in a flash and our lips collided.

  He lifted me off the ground in his arms and promptly placed my back onto the bed. His hands forced my legs open, spreading them as my hands raked through his hair.

  I sucked on his bottom lip, pulling groans from Logan’s throat as I felt a pair of lips press against my inner thigh.

  “Oh, my gosh,” I said breathlessly.

  I peeked down and saw Liam between my legs.

  He gave me a confident little wink, then I watched his tongue dip between my folds. He pressed into my clit, and I shook against his face, feeling his light scruff scratch against my dripping lips.

  I didn’t want this moment to ever end.

  And if this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

  CHAPTER 1

  SAMANTHA

  Get a hold of yourself.

  You’re a grown ass woman for Pete’s sake.

  Every time I received a text from the Anderson boys my heart pumped like I was a giddy little school girl all over again.

  Luke: How’s Paris treating you?

  Logan: Hey, if any French dude gets funny you tell em I’ve got my eyes on them and I’m not afraid to lay some red, white and blue whip-ass.

  Liam: Language. We’re in the presence of a lady.

  The Anderson brothers had been my best friend’s brothers since I was in junior high. I would refer them as the “terrible four,” mostly because they were four boys, and all of them were liable to get into one form of trouble or another.

  I had the biggest crush on them growing up.

  Since they were older than me and I never felt comfortable crossing the lines of friendship, I mostly enjoyed the company of the Anderson boys as friends, and kept my feelings private.

  A demanding set of parents made life in my household pretty hellish. I was kept on a short leash and couldn’t wait for the day to finally spread my wings and get the hell out of town.

  While my mom and dad did a decent job of fooling others into thinking we lived a picture perfect life, the reality was I grew up in a household that was unstable, chaotic and really just depressing.

  There were lots of fights, due to my failed attempts to push their boundaries. I wasn’t what you’d call an ungrateful or spoiled kid. I just yearned for a sliver of the compassion and freedom my peers were blesse
d with.

  I was envious of the warmth and love the Anderson household exuded, and secretly wished I could be adopted by them. All I wanted were parents that showed a little kindheartedness and trust, and offered a shoulder to cry when I was down. Unfortunately for me, it was just too much to ask of my parents.

  The Andersons were my saving grace, but even that part of my life had to be kept hidden from my parents. While they approved of my friendship with Lauren, I had to keep my chumminess with the Anderson brothers hush-hush. My parents didn’t approve of their daughter having “boys like the Andersons” as friends. They judged the brothers as wild and unpredictable and likely to lure me into some form of temptation. Those conversations were always fun.

  Puke!

  Never did they once consider I had a mind of my own and consider placing confidence in my own decision making.

  If I got angry or stressed about my parents, I could always count on the Andersons to bring me back down to reality and not take life so series.

  Aside from the Andersons, I didn’t have many friends. I’d always been conservative, and kept my head in the game. Maybe even an overachiever to a fault.

  Lucky for me, I’d discovered my passion in writing. My passion lead me to a career of writing in an industry I loved most: fashion. After college, I landed the job of a life time in Paris. It was my one chance to take pictures and write my own stuff while in the city of love, heavenly French baguettes and an opportunity of a lifetime.

  I’d be lying if I said I did it on my own. Despite being recognized by college professors, I was never very confident in my own writing skills. I suppose a constant struggle to please parents who were never content with anything I did resulted in my low self-esteem. If it wasn’t for the confidence the Andersons had in me, I suppose I’d never have the guts to step out of my comfort zone and even apply for a job overseas. I owed them more then they knew.

  Logan: Life isn’t as exciting without you here. But I’m sure you’re kicking ass and showing those Frenches what you’re made of.

  Logan: I mean butt*

  Sam: Haha! It’s not easy being so far from home but I’m getting by okay. Thank you for your confidence in me. Don’t know where I’d be without you rascals.

  I sent my text message off and anxiously awaited their responses. I sat in the window of a coffee shop watching the locals walk by. I stole a few minutes every morning to myself to help get my head back in the game.

  Fashion in Paris was the epitome of iconic writing for fashion journalists like myself. And with the dream to one day start my own line of clothing for curvy women like myself, I found inspiration everywhere I looked. Paris was crawling with color and exquisite historic architecture. Strength and appeal. I saw love in couples’ eyes as they walked by and happiness on peoples’ faces as they drove past.

  Levi: Been loving all the pics. Keep em coming Frenchie.

  Liam: That dress was new, right? I’m pretty sure it’s better than whatever ugly dress Lauren has you wearing.

  I giggled at their messages.

  Sam: I can’t wear a crimson red dress to your sister’s wedding. She’d kill me. Besides, I’m not supposed to outdo the bride on her big day.

  I got up to leave the shop. It was my last day in Paris and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. My day consisted of editing articles, writing up two more, and trying to get my pictures to look the best they could.

  But of course, my pictures were the worst. I was nowhere near a fashion photographer, and even though I’d been gifted a beautiful camera to use for my stint in France, it seemed as if I didn’t have the touch of some of my other co-workers. Thankfully, most of the pictures were salvageable. What I didn’t have in quality I made up for in quantity, so there was always a picture somewhere in the digital roll that could be saved.

  Luke: Any goodbye parties to attend tonight before your big leave?

  Liam: Take some pictures of those as well. But don’t wear that dress. You don’t want to give those French boys any bright ideas. Best to leave that dress for when you come back home to us.

  Logan: I concur.

  Luke: Same.

  I blushed at their messages as my fingers typed along the screen. Yes, I was conservative. Mostly. But the Anderson brothers? They brought out the wild side in me. The sensual side of me. I didn’t know how they managed it, but whenever I got around them my walls dropped. But, I kept things innocent. I kept things from bubbling over the edge. Between the age differences and the fact that they were my best friend’s brothers, I made myself keep my distance.

  If Lauren knew I was into all four of her brothers, she’d have my head over it.

  Yet, it was impossible to get over my attraction to them. My co-workers in Paris tried to get me to attend the fashion parties. They framed it anyway they could. ‘Imagine the pictures you could get’ or ‘it’s for work’ or ‘consider it research for your future fashion line’. But parties didn’t interest me. Bars didn’t interest me. That entire scene never interested me.

  Or so I told them.

  What I didn’t want to tell them was that it didn’t interest me without the Anderson guys there. It didn’t interest me without their presence. My Paris co-workers couldn’t figure out why an American girl would take a month to live and eat and breathe in France and not attend one single party. And I didn’t blame them. Most Americans that did venture to France wanted to do just that. But not me. I stayed in my office and worked, then kept odd hours at night to talk with the brothers. That was the best form of entertainment for me.

  I missed them, and I couldn’t wait to see them again.

  Sam: Calm down, guys. I’m not going to any parties. I’m finishing up my work, then packing and heading to the airport.

  Luke: So, you’ll be on a plane soon?

  Logan: Wait, you’re already on a plane?

  Liam: No, she’s not on a plane yet. She’s got another twenty-one hours and forty-two minutes.

  Levi: Wow. That was specific…

  I threw my head back and laughed before I made my way into my office building for the last time.

  Heads turned as I tried my best to walk passed unnoticed.

  I didn’t want any of the men in the office, even though they persistently hit on me. They’d ratchet up their accents and bring me chocolates and flowers. One guy even memorized my coffee order.

  It was hard for them to compete with the way the Anderson brothers made me feel growing up. How they made me feel on a regular basis. I woke up to ‘good morning’ text messages and never fell asleep without talking with all of them at least once. The French men in my office space never stood a chance the second I walked through those doors a month ago.

  Sam: I’ve missed you guys.

  My gosh, I can’t wait to see them again.

  Four little words that communicated so much for me. The thought of seeing them again made my stomach churn with excitement. Gazing into their mesmerizing eyes and smiling up into their faces made me shiver with happiness. And oh, their strong arms wrapped around my body. I sat down in my chair at my desk and closed my eyes, imagining the feel of their chiseled arms around my body again.

  Holding me close as their chests bulged against mine.

  Thinking about it made me hot for them.

  It made my thighs pool with warmth and my body grow taut with excitement. Saying I had a crush on them was an understatement.

  I dreamed about them. Lusted over them since I was a teenage girl. Made up excuse after excuse to go next door to Lauren’s just to catch an eyeful of them.

  I learned the male anatomy from accidentally walking in on them in their rooms. I learned about how a man’s body held muscle from watching them do yardwork from my porch as a young girl.

  I learned about how my body came to life with my hand between my legs by dreaming about their lips against my neck.

  They helped me become the woman I was today in every way imaginable, and they didn’t even know it.

  Each of
them was so hot in their own ways.

  Liam had this fatherly air about him. His wisdom and his patience were his two best qualities. Always the peacemaker, but always the one to have the last say. His dominance had a silent air, and it made me shiver whenever he locked his gaze onto my body.

  And Luke, with his dazzling green eyes. He was the only brother with green eyes, while the others had blue. And though they always teased him about being adopted, it was my favorite attribute on his body. Luke was silent. Strong. Bold in his motions but quiet with his tongue. He never spoke unless it was necessary because he always felt it best to speak with actions rather than words. I could only imagine some nights how that transferred into the bedroom.

  Then, there was Logan. Foul-mouthed and cocky with a smile to match the persona. He knocked me off my feet with his light touches and his constant flirtations. He commented on everything. How my clothes fit my body and how my hair looked in the sunlight. His romance was fitted with a sexual fervor that made my toes curl in my heels.

  And Levi. Compassionate, power-house Levi. He was the youngest, but he wasn’t the one to be messed with. He understood me the most. The best. Our personalities matched, and his headstrong nature was something that left me in awe. Whatever he wanted, he got. And I adored that about him. He never let anything stand in his way and he was always willing to step up and do what was necessary, even if it meant someone would be upset with him.

  Levi: I miss you too, Sam. I can’t wait for you to get back.

  Liam: I’m ready to see you in that bridesmaid dress of yours.

  Logan: Will it have a slit up the side? Because let me tell you, your thighs are incredible.

  Luke: Down boy. You’ll scare her away.

  I relished in the attention they always gave me. I held my phone to my chest before I put it down. I had to get to work. I had deadlines approaching, then I would be on a plane and headed back to the States. And while I was incredibly happy about my best friend’s wedding, I was also ready to see the guys again.

  See my boys again.

  The elevator door opened, and the sound of a crying child filled the corridor of the office space. I watched my temporary boss get up and walk over to his wife, taking the crying child from her arms. She looked tired. Ragged. Worn down. I watched her lean into her husband as he cradled his child, his lips kissing the top of her head. So gentle. So loving. So understanding of her plight even though he was at work.