by Mika Lane
“Yeah?” I squeaked.
There it was. He’d come on behalf of the group to tell me they were dumping me. I’d end up alone. And of course, with no promotion. I’d still be the firm harlot and Eva’s whipping post, no matter how hard I worked, for the rest of my days.
How fucked was that? Cato would ignore me at work. Anson would bad mouth me to his evil sister-in-law. Brade would write a song about what a bitch I was that would skyrocket to number one. And Von would send Cher the rat to some other vet to avoid seeing me.
My life would go from being mediocre but generally bearable, to a shitshow of epic proportions.
Even my sister Sparkle would turn on me, furious that I’d let four outstanding men slip through my fingers.
The horror I felt about the life before me must have been written all over my face.
“Maizy, would you relax? You look like someone told you the world was ending in five minutes.”
Well, it kind of was.
“We talked for a long time about how we could help you. There’s a great opportunity ahead of you at the firm. You could really go far, and we don’t want you to let this slip through your fingers.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m fine with staying where I am at work. The promotion’s not that big of a deal.”
Did I really just say that?
“It’s not going to happen,” I managed to choke out, “and I’ve made my peace with that. I was going to try and figure out which of you guys I would be the best match with, but I couldn’t do it. I’ve fallen for all of you. Instead of hurting anyone, I’m not choosing anyone. It’s done,” I said with authority. “I’m remaining alone, single. On my own.”
Did I really believe that?
“Maizy, stop. Just stop,” he said, holding up his hand. “You have to choose one of us. We understand, and we want you to be happy. We want you to realize your dreams.”
His compassion just about killed me. I jumped from my chair, upending my untouched cappuccino, and made for the door. I didn’t need the entire café to witness my explosion of emotion.
Instead, I ran outside so all of Manhattan could see me lose my shit. I was brilliant that way. And Cato was hot on my trail, so when my shoulders began to shake with sobs, he pulled me to him, letting me bury my face in his expensive jacket and cover it with my tears and runny nose.
“Darling. It will all be okay. We’re going to make sure it is.”
Damn if that didn’t make me cry even harder. How in the hell had I earned the respect and affection of four of the most amazing men I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing—and sleeping with?
I pulled a deep breath to get my heaving under control, and as I did, Cato lifted my face to his.
Ugh. I must have looked like shit. But it seemed he didn’t care, because his mouth was on me in an instant. The very act of his lips brushing mine had this crazy calming effect I couldn’t begin to explain, and my anxiety began to subside. I pulled back to face him, feeling almost all right.
Goddamn, he was a magnificent man. I mean, all the guys were, but Cato’s quiet, serious way was so powerful. I found him irresistible.
Shit, did he have time to come home with me? Probably not.
His gaze was locked with mine.
“It will be okay. You’ve got to believe me,” he said.
I forced myself to nod. “Yes. Yes, I know. Of course it will be. I just don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“It is scary. Look, I know I can speak for all the guys when I say this whole thing is goddamn scary. We’re feeling it, too. Baby, I’ve fallen for you. We all have.”
Well, there it was. The elephant in the room had just escaped and could never be recaptured.
I was terrified. Could four amazing men really have fallen for me?
But it was no use. I couldn’t choose. I wouldn’t.
I’d just go back to the grind at the firm. Maybe I’d scale back on how hard I was working, since my efforts seemed to go unnoticed and were certainly not going to be rewarded.
No more twosomes. Or three- or foursomes for that matter.
“I know, it’s strange as hell, that four very different guys would all consider you their type. But you are our type. Honestly,” Cato said.
“You’re not making this easier, you know.”
“It’s not easy. That’s clear. But we talked about it and are cool with you making a choice. Your happiness is the top priority here, for all of us.”
“No. Not choosing. Not gonna do it.”
The gravity of releasing them all hurt more than I ever knew it would, but I was determined to do it.
He kissed my temple. “I have to get back to work. Meet us at Brade’s tonight. We’ll all be there, and we’ll figure this thing out together.”
I watched him disappear into the throngs of people on the busy Manhattan sidewalk, like a tiny boat getting swallowed by unrelenting waves.
And I stood there, an impediment to the crowds that had just consumed Cato. I didn’t care one bit.
Chapter 27
Braden
I’d had a bitch of a day at the studio, fighting with not only the rest of the band but also our manager and sound engineer.
I had been an insufferable dick, taking my mood out on everyone around me. I owed the guys an apology and made a mental note to take care of that first thing in the morning.
But for now, all I wanted was a cold beer while I waited for Anson, Von, and Cato, and of course, our lovely Maizy.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I had some trepidation about what might happen when everyone arrived.
Who knew the promise of a little promotion could throw five people into such a state of uncertainty?
The doorbell rang, and I found both Anson and Von had arrived. “Hey, guys. C’mon in.”
No sooner had we got to the kitchen when the bell rang again. Von offered to answer the door and returned with Cato.
“Well, here we are,” I said, raising my beer bottle.
“Where’s our girl?” Anson asked.
“She’d texted me she was on her way.” I looked at my wristwatch. “And…she should be here any minute.” Just as I said that, the doorbell rang for a final time.
Maizy joined everyone in the kitchen, receiving several sincere compliments.
“Christ, you are gorgeous.”
“Yowsa, baby.”
“Shit, it’s good to see you.”
And she was freaking beautiful in a short lacy dress and boots that came up over her knees. I was so used to seeing her in work clothes, I couldn’t stop staring.
Dude, don’t be a dick. Give the girl some air.
But gracious as always, she broke into a giant grin and made her way around the room greeting each one of us. I spotted a hint of sadness in her eyes, but she was working hard to hide it.
She took the champagne I’d poured her. “Okay, guys. Why did you want me to come by tonight so badly? I’m thrilled to see you, but I feel like we all know how this is going to end.”
End. That word did not sit well.
“Let’s all go up to the game room and get comfortable, okay?” I suggested. In spite of how the evening might have gone, I wanted them all to feel at home in my house.
Once upstairs, Anson stood at the head of the room, having been designated the evening’s spokesman.
“Maizy, we have something to talk to you about—”
But she cut him off.
“I’ve already made my mind up that I’m not choosing. I’ll remain single and work will be just fine.”
She didn’t sound convinced.
“This has been a wonderful, sexy adventure. But I never expected to fall for all of you.”
I wasn’t an overly sensitive guy, but she was tormented, and that felt like a knife in my heart. I resisted the urge to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. Because I didn’t know yet if it would.
“And we didn’t expect to fall for you, either,” Anson said. “But
the fact is, we did.”
Oh, damn, now tears were slipping down her pretty face. I was a sucker for a crying woman.
Anson continued. “Maizy, we have something to say, and you owe it to us to listen.”
Sniffling, she looked around at each of us and nodded, permitting Anson to continue.
“We will always support you, regardless of what happens. We wanted to let you know that, first,” he said.
I nodded at Anson for support.
“We want to all stay together. The five of us.”
Her brow furrowed in confusion. It was really kind of cute.
“Baby, we want to share you. We could live together or keep our own places. It’s up to you.”
She looked around at us.
Anson chimed in. “I don’t know how that will impact your promotion, or your relationship with my evil sister-in-law, but this is what we want. And we believe it’s the best thing for you, too. Think about it for a bit. We believe you’ll agree.”
The room was silent for what felt like hours. The only thing to be heard was the city traffic in the distance.
“It’s okay. I don’t have to think about it,” she said.
I looked around at the other guys and realized we were all holding our breath to some degree.
The moment of truth.
“I agree with you,” she said.
“Agree with what? What do you mean?” I asked.
“I accept your offer.” She burst out laughing, and I was across the room like a bolt of lightning, picking her up and laying her back on the thick rug beneath our feet to run kisses up her luscious thighs.
It was time to celebrate, and the other guys were right there with me.
Chapter 28
Maizy
Holy shit. I’d expected to head home that night a single woman. A sad, single woman no doubt, but one with great memories of what it was like to have a man-harem, if only for a very short period of time.
Maybe I’d write a book about it someday.
But instead, they thrust on me the mother of all jackpots.
They all wanted me.
They wanted to share me. Who even knew a thing like that existed? I was nervous. I was scared. But I also knew what I wanted, and I was beyond grateful that they felt the same way.
How did I get so damn lucky?
I kissed Braden when he finished tickling my thighs with his lips. He moved aside, and I kissed another guy, and then another. Someone unzipped my boots and threw them aside, and another eased my dress over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties. Those two items didn’t last long, either.
I looked up at my men, my beautiful, wonderful men, in various stages of undress gathered around me.
My red-haired Anson was already butt-naked, his cock so heavy that even when erect, it hung down against his thigh.
Cato, my serious boy, was neatly placing his clothes on a chair, and with his back to me, I got to admire his rock-hard ass that quivered just the tiniest amount when he moved.
My animal-lover Von had removed his T-shirt and was sitting on the edge of the sofa stroking the large bulge in his pants.
And last but not least, my rock star Brade, after he’d removed the last of his clothes, stood over me, stroking his hard dick like the man in charge that he was.
And they were all here for me. And of course, I was all in for them.
To hell with the promotion. Fuck Eva and the stupid law firm where I’d sold my soul for too long. Damn those judgmental bores who thought they knew something about me, enough to decide who they thought I was and what they thought I should be.
If only those bitches could see me now. They’d know I was a woman to be reckoned with.
Anson positioned himself between my legs, putting a pillow under my ass for better access.
“Look at that pretty pussy,” he growled. “All nice and smooth for us.”
He ran a finger through my slit and brought it back up to his mouth, where he savored my taste.
“Mmmm,” he growled, running nibbles up my inner thigh until he reached my swollen lips. His tongue dove between them, dragging along my creamy slit. Someone’s mouth had lighted on mine, and I moaned into it, unable to contain the pleasure that was shooting through me.
Anson moved aside with a smile, his shoulder having been tapped by Von, who took his place. Someone else settled on my tits, kissing and sucking them to perfection.
I turned my head to the right and to my delight, there was a hard cock, ready and waiting for me. I opened wide, and Brade buried himself in my mouth nearly to the hilt. My left hand reached out and grabbed another erection, and all my boys were in on the fun.
Four men, whom I loved, were worshipping me in the most intimate way possible, making me moan and scream with a fiery awareness of the love they were offering.
I heard a condom wrapper tear open and a voice ask, “Are you ready for me, baby?” With a mouth full of Brade’s cock, Cato on my tits, and Anson in my hand, I moaned for Von to have his way with me. Every inch of my body was being used for pleasure, and it was unlike anything I’d ever dreamt of.
Von drove into me so hard and fast that a burning hot orgasm instantly slashed over and through me. At the same time, Brade pulled out of my mouth and came all over my tits. I arched my back and screamed, pounding my head against the thick rug, my body shaking from head to toe.
“Are you coming, darling?” Anson asked, his lips right next to my ear.
“I…I…want…more,” I muttered.
“You heard her, boys,” he said, reaching for his own condom.
I managed to open my eyes long enough to see him roll the latex down his thick erection. While he did, Von and Brade each took one of my legs and spread me ‘til I was so goddamn open, I thought I might split in half. At the other end up by my head, Cato slapped his cock against my face, alternately letting me have a taste, and then pulling it away.
Before Anson entered me, he bent to tease my hard clit. He flicked my sensitive flesh with his tongue, leaving me writhing in the hands of all the others.
“Please fuck me, Anson. I need it. Please,” I begged, knowing that another release would only whet my appetite for more. I was an insatiable animal.
“Ooohhh,” I groaned as he slipped his swollen head just inside me. As he ventured deeper, I moaned for more and opened my mouth so Cato could feed me his hard cock.
Salty precum filled my mouth, and Anson inched deeper inside me. When Von and Brade hoisted my legs higher, my pussy clenched. Waves rolled through me as my guys each marked me in one way or another, and with one last thrust, I tumbled into the most beautiful oblivion a girl had ever seen. The screams I heard must have been my own, even though I wasn’t entirely sure, and one after the other, the guys roared with their own orgasms, either coming in or on me. I was covered in hot, sticky cum, weak and mumbling like a fiend.
“I love you,” I murmured to the guys, which was met with a return chorus of additional I love you’s that repeated until it was the last thing I’d heard from the men I gave my heart to. I passed out like I had the night before, thrilled to be in the arms of so much love.
Chapter 29
Maizy
Had you told me how different my life would be several weeks after that fateful gathering at Brade’s, well, I never would have believed you. Life had been a non-stop frenzy of activity, and it seemed like it would never end.
Kind of like my love for the guys. All four of them.
It had all started with Eva. Which was kind of funny, because it all kind of ended with her, too.
And in the end, I didn’t mind her that much.
She sauntered by my cube one day the way she did when she was going to ask me nosy, inappropriate questions.
“Say, Maizy. How are things with Anson?”
She asked me this at least once a week.
“Wonderful, Eva. He’s a great guy. Why?”
She shifted in her designer pumps, which she didn’t even change t
o commute in, like nearly everyone else in New York did. She actually took the subway in those things.
She looked at the back of her hand and pretended to brush away a speck of lint or dirt.
“Well, it’s just that I could have sworn I saw you kissing Cato the other day.”
Boom. There it was. She’d finally spit it out. How it must have been eating at her.
And you know what? I could not have cared less. At that point, I wasn’t interested in whether she approved of me, liked me, thought I was smart, or the office whore. Nothing. I no longer gave two shits about that sad, narrow-minded woman. And I no longer cared about the law firm or the damn promotion she’d never given me. Fuck her.
“Yes, Eva, I was kissing Cato.”
“Um, well, how do you think Anson would feel about that?” she asked.
Clearly, she was ready to take great pleasure in fucking me over by informing him.
“He knows.”
She cleared her throat, but it came off as more of a little choking sound.
“What? What do you mean ‘he knows’?”
“He knows. The two guys know each other. I’m dating them both.” Was it too soon to tell her I was actually dating four guys? Or would her head explode?
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said slowly, with my best angelic smile.
“Well, okay. Okay,” she said, backing up toward her office like she might catch something from me.
The next day, Cato happened by my desk.
“Guess the cat’s out of the bag,” he said, smiling.
“What makes you say that?” I asked.
“Looks like it got to the senior partners that you and I are seeing each other. They told me to either end it, or I could leave the firm.”
Fuckers.
“So what did you tell them?” I asked.
“That I’d leave the firm, of course,” he said.
Good grief, he looked different already. Like he’d hoisted a huge weight from his shoulders. Like he was ten years younger. And like he was a shit-ton happier.
“Um, what? You’re leaving the firm?”