Sold on the Beach_A Reverse Harem Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  The boys cleared the table. By this time, they were almost pros at it. I poured beers for the customers that walked in and almost immediately, two more found their way inside the door. I guess things were picking up, getting closer to St. Patty’s Day.

  “Well guys, I gotta tend bar,” I said walking them to the door. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight. Thank you.”

  I kissed Kenner good night. He smiled. Then I kissed Travis. Kenner stopped smiling, but then seemed to accept it. I kissed Jax and then I kissed Brax. It felt great to kiss all of them, one after the other. To have each of their lips on mine. My pussy tingled, wanting more. From all of them.

  “You are an extremely interesting woman,” noted Brax. “And one, that I might add, who has been more than fair. We look forward to your decision.”

  I watched the guys leave. They got into a limo and the limo took off. Must be nice having that all the time. Of course, I didn’t really need much in the way of transport since my entire life was spent in the bar these days.

  The night shift went about as I expected, with McCleary and Stetson closing the place. I locked up, put everything away and trudged upstairs to bed. I couldn’t help but think about the boys.

  Kenner was as sweet as Travis was strong. Jax was as handsome as his brother was sophisticated. How could I choose? Any woman with half a brain would give their right leg to be with just one of these guys. Here I had four fighting over me. It was like being back in high school, only way more adult-like.

  Something about working all together and having dinner together— it just seemed right. Comfortable. I wanted to do it again. Was I being selfish? Taking all this time to make up my mind which one I wanted to date? No. These were good men and I couldn’t just arbitrarily choose one of them. It wouldn’t be fair to the others. I also was genuinely attracted to all four of them. I wished I could make that work, but how could I?

  Lying in bed, I imagined all four in the room with me. Jax would take me in his arms and kiss me, and then Brax, then Travis, then Kenner. The order wouldn’t matter really. It would feel safe and warm. This was just a fantasy, but I felt like it could work.

  I imagined they would slowly undress me and lay me on the bed. They would be touching me all over. As I thought about it, I started to touch myself all over. I opened my pajama top, exposing my body to the dim light. I rubbed my breasts and nipples, imagining Kenner and Travis. They would also be kissing them and licking them tenderly. It really made me hot just thinking about it!

  It suddenly occurred to me that I couldn’t be the only person that felt this way. There had to be others who had tried this. I sat up and started searching the Internet on my phone. Several searches came up for polyamorous relationships. Sometimes it was a married couple who had an open marriage and other times it was a woman who had multiple partners. It didn’t seem so crazy now. This gave me the go-ahead for my fantasy, so I didn’t have to feel guilty about it.

  Again, I laid back, this time with new zeal. In my imagination, it was more intense now. The boys were kissing me and touching me a little more aggressively. It was a real turn on. I unzipped Travis’s pants and his erection popped out. It was just as hard as the rest of him!

  Brax took down his trousers and I put my cock in his mouth. He gasped and said something like, “My word!” All the others would do the same and I would take turns sucking them and stroking them, while they took turns pounding my warm, wet pussy.

  I had my fingers on my pussy now, touching my clit and moving my fingers in an out. I imagined it was Jax’s hard dick inside me. His rough, five o’clock shadow against my neck as he pumped me with his manhood. The other guys, what would they do while I enjoyed Jax?

  “Why not two at once?” I thought.

  Yes, Kenner beneath me, in my asshole. God! It would be so tight! In and out of my asshole, he would pump. With Jax fucking me on top, that would be amazing. I would take turns stroking and sucking Brax and Travis at the same time.

  Each sexual position would be explored in multiple ways. Nothing would be off limits. Why should it be? We’d be perfect for each other. We would all get off and I would be overwhelmed by the smell of their manliness.

  As I imagined this, I started to cum. Again, and again I came. I gushed all over my bed and sheets, but I didn’t care. I kept cumming until I was completely spent and satisfied. I felt I was sexually free for the first time in my life. I brought my fingers up to my hands and tasted myself. Yes, this is what happiness tasted like. I wanted this. I needed this.

  I would have all four of them as mine.

  If other people could do it, so could I. And it became my personal goal— to enjoy them all touching me, kissing me, pleasing me, all at once.

  Chapter 12 – Claire

  The next day, I finally got some decent kitchen help. He was a great kitchen line cook by the name of Fernando. He was a bit temperamental, but in this business that happened often. Cooks were the artists of the kitchens and in restaurants and bars. I gave Fernando plenty of space. If he wanted to be a diva and a little weird, I was willing to put up with him as long as he could work for the low pay I was dishing out.

  “This is my take on quesadillas!” said Fernando, showing me the plate.

  He paused. Waiting for me to do something. I realized a little too late that he wanted me to take a bite.

  “Oh, of course,” I said, picking up a piece and eating it.

  It was good and tasted familiar.

  “Is this corned beef and cabbage in a quesadilla?” I asked.

  “Yes!” he said, elated that I got it. “I call them Irish Quesadillas! What do you think?!”

  “Brilliant!” I complimented. “Can we get something green on the plate to make it look a little more Irish? Like garnish maybe?”

  Fernando looked at me. I wasn’t sure if he was going to hug me or quit in a huff. Either one was possible with a flaky cook. Instead, he started tearing up.

  “Oh, my God. You’re the brilliant one!” he said. “I’ll find the perfect garnish!”

  “Great,” I smiled. “Thank you so much, chef.”

  “No,” he said seriously. “Thank you.”

  Well, he was intense, but at least he loved his work. I went back out into the lunch crowd and waded in. Between that and bartending, I managed to stay on top of it all. I had this kind of renewed energy. I wasn’t thinking about the guys, but I had to give them the credit. They gave me something to look forward to and something to see every day. I assumed it was just a matter of time before they strolled in.

  Unfortunately, Marta Rodash entered the room. She and her boyfriend had been trying to buy up all the businesses on the street. They want to build another soulless retail complex here, but the Bad Penny is my legacy. I couldn’t just give it up for money.

  “Hello, Claire,” she greeted with yet another contract in her hand. “I’d like to come at you with a new offer.”

  “Come at me with a new offer?” I repeated. “Even your delivery annoys me, Marta. Could you please just leave? I’m in the middle of a lunch rush here.”

  “Fine, I’ll order lunch. I’ll take a Caesar Salad and a diet cola,” she said sitting down at the bar.

  I immediately grabbed a napkin, popped an empty glass down, filled it with ice and then used the soda gun to fill it with soda. The whole time, Marta just waited. She liked me to serve her. I was wondering if she was actually going to pay, but she put a twenty down on the counter.

  “Look, Caleb and I are prepared to offer---“

  “The Bad Penny is not for sale,” I said for the umpteenth time. “I hope you enjoy your salad once it’s ready.”

  “We’re prepared to offer you 30% over it’s current value,” she said clearly over the noise.

  That was a lot of money for me. I could basically open another bar wherever I wanted with that kind of cash. Hell, I could probably almost retire. I could get a job and use that money to retire or start a new business. But how could I do that knowing I sold
my legacy away. I looked at the picture of my parents behind the bar. They looked so happy. I could be that happy here.

  “No,” I finally said. “Not interested.”

  Marta seemed to get really frustrated this time. She had a bit of a temper and snapped at a community meeting once. It was back when this block was full of businesses. She and her boyfriend had called a meeting for a buy out. Most of the businesses either caved or got driven out of their spot by their landlords who caved. Back then, there was a head shop that also held out. Marta snapped during the meeting and started screaming at the old hippie that owned it. He would’ve never sold, but he passed away six months ago and Marta bought it up for a song.

  “Dammit, what the Hell is wrong with you?!” she snapped. “We offer you this kind of money and you just walk away without even considering it?! God damn! You stubborn Irish bitch! You could open a new place with that money!”

  “This is my family’s legacy, bitch,” I countered. “You can’t buy a legacy with money!”

  “Look at this place! It’s small! It’s falling apart! You barely have any customers!” insisted Marta. “And are you kidding me with this Saint Patty Day decorations?! They looked like they came out of a drug store!”

  “Hey,” said McCleary, a little hurt by that last comment.

  “Listen,” I said getting in her face. “Why don’t you just leave, huh? The soda’s on the house.”

  I started to move away, but she grabbed me by the wrist to get my attention.

  “Hey!” I objected.

  “We have ways of dealing with people like you,” she whispered intently.

  I pulled out of her grip just as Brax entered the bar. He immediately noticed something was up and walked over.

  “Marta, I didn’t realize you knew this place,” said Brax in his charming manner. “You do realize that if you want to eat the heart of a small child for sustenance, small children don’t come in here, right?”

  “Hilarious, Brax,” she said coyly. “I always said, your wit’s dry enough to be kindling for a fire.”

  “Hmm, that joke doesn’t really work for me,” said Brax grimacing. “Why don’t you go home and work on it? It’ll give you a chance to redo that make up on your face too.”

  Marta glowered at him and started to storm out of the bar. Brax wasn’t done.

  “Remember, you don’t have to use all the make up at once! Only circus clowns use the whole container of foundation,” he said cattily.

  He laughed, reached over the bar and poured himself a beer.

  “Oh, my,” he said. “Sometimes I amuse even myself.”

  “Help yourself,” I said. “How do you know Marta Rodash?”

  Brax took a sip of his beer and looked off into the horizon.

  “Many years ago, I was in love with her,” he said in a disappointed tone. “I know. Terrible taste in women I had back then. I guess I admired her tenacity, but it’s become rather dark over the years, I’m afraid.”

  “Are you kidding me?” I said astonished. “Her and her bastard boyfriend have been trying to buy me out for months!”

  “It gets worse,” explained Brax. “Caleb is the one that stole Marta away from me in college. Guess he did me a favor when you get right down to it. Broke my heart at the time.”

  “I’m sorry you got your heart broke,” I said, putting my hand on his. “They want to tear down this entire block and build a retail complex.”

  “That’s ridiculous,” said Brax. “Online shopping’s the future. Retail stores have too much overhead now.”

  “I don’t think either one of us is worried about Marta’s investment,” I said trying to focus him. “Can you give me any insight into her? A way I could beat her?”

  “For that, I’m going to need a very dry martini,” he explained, finishing his beer. “Marta is at least a three martini problem.”

  I’m not the world’s greatest bartender, but martinis are one of the drinks I know how to do pretty well. I knocked it out of the park for my poor, wounded soldier.

  “Here you go,” I said, hoping for a compliment.

  “Oh, my, excellent,” he said.

  Brax downed the entire drink.

  “Jesus,” I gasped.

  “Please, another,” he requested.

  “Better tell me what you know before you’re unconscious,” I suggested.

  “Marta was a good person at one time, but she could be a beast,” he admitted. “Once, we were walking across campus. Hand in hand. There was a girl from one of my classes. She approached and said hello. She asked me about an assignment we had and I told her what I knew. Then she went on her way. Marta became furious.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I hadn’t introduced her,” I explained. “We were on campus, most people knew each other. It happened fast and I didn’t think to do it. I wasn’t trying to slight her in any way.”

  “Well, that is kind of a mistake,” I said. “Not that I’m trying to defend that bitch.”

  “Of course and I honestly felt bad,” he explained. “I apologized, but an apology wasn’t good enough. She was raving and as we walked through a parking lot of cars she got so furious she start kicking off people’s side view mirrors.”

  “Oh, my God!”

  “I know. I should’ve red flagged her right there and broke up with her, but I was in love--- I was young,” said Brax. “I didn’t know how to handle it quite frankly. So I would say soothing things, calm her down. Eventually, she would apologize.”

  “Sounds like an abusive relationship in a way,” I said mixing the second martini. “Look at how you’re acting. What it’s doing to you just talking about it.”

  “I never really did talk about it,” admitted Brax. “Not even with Jax. I mean, I would give him the broad picture to some extent. You know, when you’re young and you’re in a relationship, you think it’s going to last forever.”

  “Yeah,” I said relating. “I don’t think anyone’s ready for the complexities of an actual long term relationship when you’re in college.”

  “Yes and they often don’t work. Or they work for a while and then fall apart. Or people’s lives change, the move, they get new jobs, new perspective--- In some ways, the Marta I was in love with doesn’t exist anymore. It’s like there’s a demon possessing her body now and the real Marta is gone. I’m sorry to be so maudlin about it.”

  “Oh, no, it’s fine,” I assured him. “Hey, I’m a bartender, I hear stuff like this all the time. And Caleb stole her from you, huh?”

  “Yes. Starting seeing each other behind my back,” he explained. “For weeks, I denied it. The evidence was right there, but I wouldn’t see it. Even some of my friends tried to tell me, but I stubbornly wouldn’t listen. No, not my Marta! I’d say. They were right though. So right.”

  “They have a ton of money,” I said. “Probably enough to keep the rest of the block closed indefinitely.”

  “Oh, yes, quite enough,” Brax assured. “We run in the same circles financially, although theirs is more from real estate. But make no bones about it, when Marta wants something, she’ll stop at nothing to get it. She wouldn’t sell out to me even if I offered. In fact, it would probably be less likely if I offered.”

  “She’ll wait me out, huh?” I said. “No chance she’ll just give up and go away.”

  “None,” said Brax. “If she drops dead, then maybe and even then, only maybe.”

  “Jeez, what the Hell am I going to do, Brax?” I asked. “She just came in her and offered me 30% over the bar’s value.”

  “That’s a very generous offer,” he admitted. “But don’t believe it.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Once she gets you to the negotiating table, she’ll realize she has you,” said Brax. “Then she’ll lowball you. I could negotiate in your stead. She wouldn’t do that with me at the helm, I assure you.”

  “I don’t want to sell,” I insisted. “Three generations here! My legacy. I can’t just throw that all a
way.”

  “Then we shan’t,” declared Brax. “I will stay here until they burn this place down around us if need be.”

  Brax toasted with his martini. I clinked his glass with his empty beer glass.

  “Thanks, Brax,” I smiled.

  I gave him a kiss on the lips just as the other boys came into the bar.

  “Are you guys stalking me?” I teased.

  “Nice try, but I saw you kiss my brother,” said Jax.

  “He needed a little pick me up,” I assured him.

  “You said you wouldn’t leave here early,” said Kenner to Brax.

  “No, I said you shouldn’t leave early because you have work to do,” corrected Brax. “Honestly, we have a seriously lax of discipline at the office these days.”

  “Not fair, bro,” noted Travis. “Not that I blame you. Would’ve done the same thing in your position.”

  “I wasn’t trying to jockey for position, lads,” explained Brax. “I was merely opening my heart to our lady friend here.”

  “Oh, you have a heart now? Whose did you buy?” joked Jax.

  “I was telling her about Marta,” said Brax looking into his drink.

  “Oh,” said Jax. “Ooooh! Oh, man, sorry. Why’d she come up?”

  “She’s trying to buy my bar,” I explained.

  “What? No!” said Jax. “Where the Hell did this come from?”

  “Oh, no,” said Kenner. “And that means my brother is in involved.”

  “Your brother?” I said in shock. “Caleb’s your brother?”

  “Yes, I’m afraid so,” he admitted. “I hope that doesn’t change your opinion of me.”

  “No, of course not,” I said. “It’s just a shock is all. You’re so sweet and Caleb.”

  “He’s a bastard, we know,” said Kenner sadly. “I think I would like a stiff drink now.”

  “Yeah, stiff drinks all around,” said Jax a little somberly.

  “Jesus, it’s like college all over again,” said Travis. “You ever think we’re going to out grow this drama?”

  “If you had asked me yesterday, I would’ve laughed,” said Brax. “Today, I feel like I’m trapped in my own past.”