The Wanted

by Rory Miles

  “No, but all of you complimenting me at once is . . . odd.” I looked at each of them. “What happened to dating one of you at a time?”

  Had they changed their minds? Dating all of them had only made choosing one more difficult. I liked them all. What did that say about me? It was selfish, wanting to keep them all for myself. I didn’t care.

  Noah shared a look with Sloan.

  Corban and Erik smirked.

  I frowned.

  “We don’t mind sharing every once in a while,” Sloan said, fiddling with his fork and not meeting my eyes.

  Sharing. Sharing the date or sharing me? An image of the four of them surrounding me flashed in my mind. I dropped my head, not wanting them to see the blush creeping up my neck.

  “Won’t that be weird?” I asked, popping a piece of fried chicken into my mouth because food before dudes. Always.

  “It doesn’t have to be.” Noah shrugged.

  “So how does it work? Sharing me.”

  “That, my dear, depends on the situation. I personally like being on top.” Erik waggled his eyebrows at me.

  Corban sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”

  Noah shook his head at Erik.

  “Finish eating before the food gets cold. I didn’t cook for two hours so you guys could let it go to waste,” Sloan said, shifting the focus from me to dinner.

  Not even the perfectly mashed potatoes could distract me, though. My mind kept racing back to the thought of the five of us together. Warmth pooled in my center the longer I thought about it. I drank some ale, my hands shaking with excitement. No one spoke the rest of dinner and I pretended not to notice how they kept looking over at me, studying my reaction.

  When everyone finished eating, I asked, “What’s for dessert?”

  “You.” Sloan’s heated gaze swept over my body.

  I swallowed.

  “But first, we have something we want to show you.”

  “Holy crap. This is beautiful!” I pushed ahead of the men, staring at the waterfall. All my irritation at walking for thirty minutes faded. This was so worth it.

  The lush earth and tall trees gave way to a small river. We’d walked up the river and come to the rushing waterfall and a small pool of water surrounded by rocks and old logs. Turning white where it poured over a small cliff and hit the surface of the pool, the sound of the crashing water soothed me.

  Sloan walked next to me, staring into the pool of water at the base of the cliff. Smooth pebbles lined the shallow part of the water. It didn’t look very deep, but I knew that waters could deceive, leading you out to the point where the earth fell away and suddenly you were submerged.

  I took a deep breath of damp air before turning to the guys.

  “What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off!” I pulled off my tank top, leaving my bra on.

  “That definitely wasn’t how I imagined she’d say that to me for the first time,” Corban said with a frown.

  “Shut up and take your clothes off. I’m not complaining,” Erik said, pulling his shirt off. His shoulders were broad and strong, his chest muscled and stomach sculpted. The muscles tapered at his waist. Erik was ripped but lean, perfect really.

  Corban and Noah followed. Where Erik was lean, Corban and Noah were bulky. Their stomachs were still hard and muscled, but they didn’t have defined lines like Erik did. That didn’t matter. My eyes flitted to each man, unable to decide which I liked more.

  Noah and Corban’s skin were stark contrasts, light and dark. Corban’s blue eyes were mischievous where Noah’s were serious. Erik’s skin was tanned and his dark brown hair was messy in a sexy sort of way. His shit-eating grin brought a smile to my lips. I couldn’t decide. They were all hot, delicious, and mine.

  I raised a brow at Sloan. “Fair’s fair.”

  He sighed. “Fine.” Sloan took off his shorts as well, placing his hands on his hips when he finished, giving me a satisfied smile. “Happy?”

  I moistened my lips, clearing my throat. “Very.”

  Goddess above, he hadn’t worn any underwear.

  “Close your mouth, babe,” Erik said, chuckling at my reaction.

  I pulled my eyes from Sloan, blushing.

  “Don’t be shy, Winter. Fair’s fair,” Corban said, walking over and running a single finger from the base of my throat to the center of my cleavage.

  I took a step back, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. Erik laughed and pulled off his pants before running—buck naked—into the water. As I suspected, the pool of water was deeper than it appeared. Erik soon dived under, coming up with a triumphant whoop. Sloan waded out, taking his time. I forced myself not to stare at his ass.

  “Well?” Corban began pulling off his own pants, shucking his underwear in the process.

  They’re trying to kill me.

  I turned, taking a deep breath. My fingers trembled as I undid the button on my shorts. I kept my lacy blue thong on, deciding I wasn’t quite ready to flash my goods around. I rushed into the water, noticing that Noah had stripped as well. He and Corban followed me into the water. I could feel them watching me.

  I waited for Corban to make some comment about my choice to leave on my bra and thong, but he didn’t. When the water hit my thighs I dived under, swimming into the deeper part and letting the cool liquid rush over me. I opened my eyes, searching for my target. There. Erik was only a few feet to my right. I glided over to him, my lungs straining for air.

  Just a few more seconds.

  I grabbed his ankle and pulled him under. I kicked to the surface, taking a gulp of air just before Erik pulled me under. A shriek escaped my lips before I had to close my mouth so I wouldn’t swallow water. I struggled in his grasp, trying to kick free, but he pulled my back flush against his body. I stopped struggling; we only had a few more seconds before we’d both need air.

  His right arm wrapped around my waist to anchor me to him. His left hand dipped into my bra, caressing my skin. Then he let go, pushing me up. I broke the surface, my breaths came in gasps, but not because I’d been under water for too long. My entire body was ignited with desire. The four of them swam closer, closing around me to form a circle. I kicked my feet, treading water. Erik jutted his chin and raised his eyebrows, daring me to say something.

  Screw it. I swam over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His hands cupped my ass as my lips crashed into his. He continued to tread water, the additional weight hardly bothering him. I gently bit his bottom lip, asking for permission. His lips smiled against mine before our tongues met. His fingers dug into my skin, rubbing my core against his growing hard-on.

  Another set of strong fingers grabbed my waist, pulling me off of him. Corban turned me around so I could wrap myself around him. He leaned down to kiss me but I pulled back.

  “Is this okay?” I asked, looking at Erik over Corban’s shoulder.

  Corban’s lips found my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin.

  Erik watched him, eyes filled with longing.

  “We’ve already established that we don’t mind sharing,” Sloan said, swimming closer. “Now let Corban have his turn so I can have mine.”

  Corban had reached the spot just below my ear and bit down, sucking and licking the skin. I closed my eyes, letting out a contented sigh.

  “Good girl,” Corban whispered against my skin before he kissed me. My fingers dug into his hair, pulling his head slightly as I deepened the kiss. He hummed his approval.

  Fingers played with the edge of my underwear. It took me a second to realize they weren’t Corban’s. Sloan detached me from Corban, grinning at his friend.

  “Sharing is caring.”

  Corban scowled. “It was just getting good.”

  “I have a feeling it’s only going to get better,” Noah said.

  My gaze found his as Sloan pulled me closer, wrapping my legs loosely around his stomach so he had room to work. Noah’s emerald eyes burned with hunger. I maintained
eye contact with him as Sloan’s fingers pulled my underwear aside, his fingers running over my slit. I moaned when he plunged two fingers inside me, grasping his shoulders with my hand. His thumb found my clit, swirling over a few times. Then, his mouth found mine, his tongue gentle yet sure.

  Little by little he pulled his fingers out of me, pressing against the walls of my core. I let out a sound of protest when he put my underwear back in place. He kissed my pouting lip.

  “I can’t have all the fun.” He passed me over to Noah, who stood waiting to accept me. He swam me toward the shore instead of staying in the water. When we reached the shallow part, he walked out of the water with me wrapped around him. He hadn’t kissed me yet. The anticipation was driving me wild. I nuzzled his neck, biting it like Corban had bitten mine.

  He carried me over to the discarded clothes.

  “Hold on.” He set me down so he could arrange their shirts into a makeshift blanket. When he finished, he sat down, his cock ready for me. I climbed into his lap, our bodies rubbing against each other while we kissed. Without asking for permission, I lifted up, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and guided him inside of me.

  I stretched to accommodate him, letting out a hiss of breath at the friction between us. When he was all the way inside of me, I swirled my hips, my wetness coating his cock. Then I moved, pushing him down onto the shirts and holding him there. My body rocked against his. He grasped the back of my hips.

  “Harder.”

  He squeezed them harder but didn’t interrupt my rhythm. He flowed with me, his hips rocking up to meet mine when I slid down his length. Warmth built inside of me. My eyes closed. He felt so good.

  A hand grasped my hair, pulling my head back. I opened my eyes; Corban’s blue ones held mine while I fucked Noah. The slight bite of pain from Corban holding my hair and Noah gripping my hips sent a ripple of pleasure through me. I moaned. Corban’s mouth captured the sound.

  Corban released my lips, bending down to whisper in my ear.

  “Make him come.”

  He lessened the tension in my hair but still held me firm. He’d given me just enough space to pick up my pace. My hips rocked over and over against Noah’s cock. When he closed his eyes, I began swirling my hips, moving up and down his length. His fingers dug into my skin, almost bruising me. I moaned, feeling his pleasure build inside me.

  Corban released my hair, allowing me to fold over Noah and kiss him as he came. His hips jerked, pressing his skin against my clit. Once he finished Corban pulled me to standing, grasping my breasts as Noah made room for me. Corban’s knees pushed into the backs of my legs, making me kneel. He followed me down.

  My heart thudded in my ears. His fingers pinched my nipples. My back arched against him, desperation making me writhe. A finger traced up my spine, before pushing me forward. I fell onto my forearms just as Corban pushed into me. I cried out in pleasure and surprise. He held me in place as he destroyed me. Pounding into me at an unrelenting pace, pushing me toward a climax.

  “Erik.” Corban’s voice had grown rough and commanding.

  Corban pulled out, flipping me over to lie on my back. I reached up to pull him back but Erik grasped my arms, holding me in place. Corban smiled, running his hand up and down his cock.

  “Missing something?” he asked. He stroked his shaft once more before lifting my hips up. He teased my entrance. He pushed into me, his now-dry length filling me with delicious friction.

  “Hold her still.” He glanced at Erik before he pulled out and slammed into me. I moaned, my body arching, begging for more of his torment. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into me once more. My eyes found Erik’s as Corban brought me to orgasm. Erik’s lids lowered when my teeth dug into my lips. Eyelids fluttering closed, a gasp escaped me as I came.

  “That’s my girl,” Corban said, continuing to rock into me until he cried out in pleasure, leaning down to kiss me before letting Sloan take his place.

  I frowned. There was no way I’d be able to take Erik after Sloan. I was still soaking wet but I knew that would only last so long. I moved my arm.

  “Let go of this arm.”

  Erik looked to Corban who simply nodded his approval.

  “Come closer,” I said, pulling on his arm. Sloan’s mouth closed around me. “Goddess above,” I gasped, letting my legs fall open. While he worked his magic down there, I stroked Erik’s erection. My hand paused when Sloan brought me to another peak of pleasure.

  “Wait!” I cried out. They looked at me in surprise. “You two lie down.”

  “Sweetheart, that isn’t how this works,” Corban said, smiling at me. “We’re here to make you feel good.”

  “Shut up. You two, lie down now.”

  I pushed up, allowing Erik and Sloan to lie down. Erik rested on his arms while Sloan lay all the way back. I straddled both of their legs, grabbing Sloan’s shaft with one hand and taking Erik’s into my mouth. My lips alternated between the two of them, bringing them both to the brink. Erik’s cock jerked in my mouth. I smiled, pulling back. He groaned in frustration.

  I mounted him, taking his dick deep inside of me and grinding against him. He yelled my name when he came but I wasn’t finished yet. I moved over to Sloan, who watched me with expectation. I turned, giving him my back and sliding down his length. His fingers parted my ass, letting him watch as he entered me over and over again. He came inside me, holding me still as his hips bucked up. When he finished I slid off him, instantly missing the feel of him inside of me. I lay down in between him and Erik, taking a moment to catch my breath.

  “Well, that went better than I thought it would,” Erik said, letting out a lazy laugh. His hand rested on my stomach. “We should definitely come swimming again.”

  I giggled, rolling toward him and dropping a kiss on his lips.

  “How about tomorrow?”

  He smirked, hugging me to his body. “You’re my favorite.”

  A smile spread over my face. This could work.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Late that night, I woke to Bron sitting across from me, staring at the kitchen like it held all the answers to his questions. I watched him for a few minutes, trying to gauge his mood. He hadn’t been with us yesterday, and even though he’d made it clear he didn’t like to share, I couldn’t help but worry I’d hurt him in some way.

  “Hey,” I finally said, keeping my voice quiet so I wouldn’t wake the others.

  His gaze shifted, sweeping from the living room and over to me. Several emotions flitted across his face. The last, relief, surprised me the most. The hurt and anger I understood.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice was harsh even as a whisper.

  The blanket fell away from me when I sat up. “Is everything okay?” Maybe it was a sign of weakness but I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye. I didn’t want to see the moment he gave up.

  “I heard things,” he paused, searching for the right word, “progressed yesterday.”

  Yeah, let’s call the orgy progress.

  “Are you mad?” I asked, my voice going up an octave. Finally, I met his gaze, steeling myself for his response.

  He dropped his stare to his hands, moonlight glinting off his short raven-black hair. His shoulders pulled in as he hunched over, shying away from whatever emotions were raging within him.

  “It doesn’t have to change anything.” The hint of pleading in my voice bugged the shit out of me. He said he could handle this. So why did I feel like I needed to apologize to him?

  “This isn’t what I expected to happen when I agreed to the arrangement.” His lifted his head, peering up at me. His forehead creased. “How am I supposed to be okay with sharing you?”

  “Don’t ask me that. I can’t tell you how to be okay with it. You either are or you aren’t.” My arms crossed in front of my chest. “I can’t keep worrying about you getting mad or me hurting your feelings. The other guys don’t make me feel like I have to apologize. You do.”


  “Sorry I’m having a hard time with the thought of other men sticking their cocks inside you.”

  My face burned with anger. How dare he try to make me feel bad about this. We’d discussed it like adults; we all agreed to try this.

  “Maybe you need to back out. That’s fine. Don’t make me feel bad about being with the others because you can’t handle it.”

  He sighed, cursing and covering his mouth with a fist. His head shook back and forth.

  “Say whatever it is you’re holding back, Bron.”

  “I didn’t say I wanted to back out.”

  “Well, I’m not really sure what you’re trying to say. Do you want me to apologize?”

  “No,” he said, shoving his hand through his hair.

  “Okay, then help me understand what is happening right now. I know you said sharing is hard for you, but you seem really upset.”

  The couch shifted back when he stood and he wouldn’t meet my gaze.

  “I’m leaving.”

  That really made me mad.

  “So that’s it? You sat here waiting for me to wake up all so you could get mad and then just leave?”

  He huffed. “We’re done talking about this.”

  Before I could even yell at him in response, he had left and shut the door to the cottage. My back slammed into the cushions of the couch. It must be nice to be the one who got to leave after the conversation we just had.

  Running away from me wouldn’t fix the problem. Did he plan on hiding until I disappeared? Well, too bad for him because I didn’t plan on going anywhere. He could sulk for a few days, but then he’d be back and we’d figure out what to do. If it meant him not being a part of whatever this relationship was evolving into, then fine. I liked him and wanted to be with him too, but not if it meant him being mad at me when I spent time with the others.

  After Bron left, I couldn’t sleep. Shadows danced over the ceiling, distracting me from feeling anything. Movement came from the bedroom and moments later two pairs of feet walked up the hallway. I closed my eyes, pretending to still be asleep. When the door gently clicked shut I shot up, pulled on my shoes and slipped out of the house.