Sin City Baby: A Reverse Harem Accidental Marriage Romance

by Rye Hart

  “Yes, yes,” I muttered, wrapping my legs around Quinn's body and pulling him into me.

  His lips moved lower, down to my neck, – and then lower still. Pushing down my sweater, he kissed my collarbone as I whimpered softly. Bennett nibbled on my ear lobe, his hands moving to my breasts. Of the two, he was the one most dominant, which surprised me only slightly. Quinn liked to pretend he was an alpha, but he really wasn't. There was no pretending with Bennett though.

  If either brother had doubts about what we were doing at that point, it was all thrown out the window quickly. Bennett lifted my sweater over my head, exposing my lacy black bra. His hands massaged my breasts, teasing the nipple until I writhed, pushing myself against his brother. Bennett pressed himself against me harder, rubbing his erection against my ass as his brother removed my bra.

  Quinn's hands fumbled at the snaps for only a moment before my breasts fell free from the contraption. He leaned down, taking one of my stiff nipples between his luscious lips and sucked.

  I shuddered, grabbing onto his head and letting my hands get tangled in his long, auburn locks. My own hands moved lower on his body, stroking his cock through his jeans. The gravelly moan from Quinn's throat sent me over the top and I grabbed at his belt, undoing it as quickly as I could. I needed to feel his cock for myself, to see if it was as large as it felt underneath his pants. Once his pants were unzipped, I slid my hand down and grabbed hold of it. Quinn threw his head back and groaned as I gripped him tightly. I stroked him, my hand barely wrapping around the thick base of his rod.

  Bennett reached around and slipped his hand down the front of my leggings, pulling my body closer to him as he searched for my sweet spot. Finding my clit, he circled it gently with his finger, causing me to jump slightly, and to press against him even harder.

  His fingers moved toward my suddenly drenched opening as I continued stroking his brother's cock, and before I knew what was happening, he slid a finger inside of me. I moaned, my head falling forward onto Quinn's shoulder as Bennett fingered me – moving in and out of me, almost at the same pace as my hand moved on Quinn's dick.

  I continued pressing my ass against Bennett, rubbing his erection with my body, and he ground against me nice and hard. The sensation of him against me, and his finger inside of me, was almost too much. I so badly needed one of them inside of me. My body felt ready to explode.

  As if they could read my mind, Quinn and Bennett pulled down my leggings, working together to get them off of me. My hand had slipped from Quinn's cock, and I reached for it again. This time, however, I positioned his erection against my body. Quinn rubbed against my clit with his shaft, while Bennett's held my body still, rubbing himself against my ass. I took Quinn's dick in my hand and guided him to my opening, and when he slid forward, he pressed into me.

  Both of us let out a gasp as our bodies united. Quinn stretched me open and filled me up with one thrust. My arms were now wrapped around his neck, his cock deep inside of me. We stared at each other for a moment without moving, and it was beautiful. His soulful brown eyes stared into me and the connection between us was instant. We were one.

  Quinn rolled me over, so he was on top and began pumping in and out of me, as if Bennett wasn't even there. He kissed me as he made love to me, deep, sensuous kisses. My hands kneaded at his back, holding him close to me. And for a moment, it was just him and me enjoying each other's bodies.

  Then I remembered his brother was there, likely watching, and my cheeks turned bright red. I turned and looked at Bennett who was staring back at me. Not wanting him to feel left out, I motioned for him to come closer. As he scooted closer, I gave him a sultry little smile.

  “Take of your pants,” I said.

  Bennett removed his belt and then unzipped his slacks, pushing his pants and boxers down to his hips. His cock was long and hard, glistening wet with pre-cum. I reached out and touched the tip of him, savoring the feel of him as his eyes rolled back in his head.

  He moved closer and propped himself up on his side, allowing me to reach him. Gripping Bennett's cock in my hand, I stroked him as Quinn continued fucking me, burying himself deep inside me again and again. Quinn's head fell to the side, his breathing growing ragged as he kissed my neck. Bennett leaned forward and kissed my mouth, my hand still gripping his thick rod tight.

  Pleasure washed through my body, making me gasp as my toes to curled at the same time my pussy tightened around Quinn's dick. I spasmed around him, sending my own level of pleasure through the roof. I gripped Bennett tighter as every muscle in my body clenched up. Arching my back upward, I cried out.

  “Yes, Quinn... I'm coming.”

  As if my words were the key that unlocked the center of me, I lost all control of my body. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me hard, and for a brief time, I lost control of my body. Poor Bennett was so close too, I could see his face twisted into a look of pleasure as I jerked him off. He nearly spewed his seed all over us – but my own orgasm caused my hand to pull away and I dug my nails into Quinn's shoulders as I rode out the pleasure.

  My focus, for the moment, was on Quinn. He adjusted so he could watch me climax, and I could see he was trying so hard to keep up the rhythm that had brought me to the edge, but he was barely holding on himself. My spasming pussy wasn't helping much either, tightening around him as I orgasmed not once, but twice in a row, flailing and holding onto his body as I screamed out his name over and over again.

  I hadn't experienced such intense pleasure in I didn't even know how long, and it was absolutely rocking my body from head to toe.

  “Quinn... Oh Quinn.”

  And that was it. Quinn's eyes opened wide and rolled back in his head. A look of ecstasy crossed his face as he buried himself into me deeply, one last time, and I knew he was coming. He groaned as his head fell forward, his body shuddering slightly as the last of his seed filled me up.

  Quinn collapsed on top of me, but then rolled over to my side, kissing me.

  “That was amazing,” he said, nuzzling against my neck.

  My eyes fell on poor Bennett. He was stroking his own cock now, a look of absolute desire and need on his face, and I felt bad for him. Having to watch his brother come inside of me like that. He caught me staring and a wicked grin spread across his face.

  Not wanting to ignore Quinn's lovey state, I kissed him back, stroking his cheek and whispered, “You were amazing, Quinn.”

  I pulled away and went to Bennett, assuming he wouldn't want sloppy seconds now that I dripped with his brother's seed. I lowered myself to take him into my mouth, licking the tip of his cock. Bennett watched as I took him into my mouth, inch by inch. He was much too large to take him all the way in, so I had to use my hand to make up the difference. I tightened my mouth around him, jerking him off as I sucked him.

  Bennett groaned and threw his head back, his hands in my hair. He pressed my face down, his dick pushing at the very back of my throat now and I was afraid I might choke. He pulled on my hair, helping me find a rhythm as he fucked my mouth. I couldn't see Quinn, but I hoped he wasn't upset by what he was seeing.

  Still, the feeling of Bennett in my mouth ignited the fires inside of me once more. His cock – much like Quinn's – was perfectly long and hard. He was thick – too thick for my hand and my jaw was aching from having him in my mouth already. Still, I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him come too. So I continued letting him pump himself in and out of my mouth, relishing his salty pre-cum as it hit my taste buds.

  “I need to fuck you,” he muttered through gritted teeth, pulling my head from his crotch. “I need to fuck you, now.”

  “But –” I started to remind him of how his brother had just finished inside of me, but if it bothered Bennett, I couldn't tell.

  Bennett pulled me up the length of his body until I was on top of him, and I felt him pressing into me. His tongue found mine and he kissed me long and hard until I literally melted on top of him. He used his hand to guide himself into my already drenc
hed pussy, and thrusting upward, he entered me with a low growl.

  Bennett held onto my hips as he pounded his thick rod upward and into me, over and over again. When I was able to pull away from his mouth long enough to breathe, I took a moment to look over at Quinn – worried he might be hurt. But he watched me, not his brother, with a look of pure lust on his face. Our eyes met and he smiled, coming over to me and kissing me while I fucked his brother.

  That kiss gave me the confidence I need to let go. I rode Bennett, bouncing up and down on his cock while Quinn kissed me, fondling my nipples until I felt like my body would explode from the tidal wave of sensations.

  “Fuck yes,” growled Bennett as his pace quickened.

  He had hold of my body now, gripping me tightly and holding me still, as he shoved himself inside of me. He fucked me like he'd found the right spot, the right rhythm, and there was no turning back now.

  My pussy tightened, and my head flew back as I cried out. Quinn's mouth moved to my nipple, lightly sucking as I came hard once more, on top of Bennett. My body was shaking as Bennett held me down on his cock, and with one last deep thrust, he too filled me up with his seed.

  I collapsed this time, falling beside Bennett and Quinn pulled me close to him, spooning with me. Bennett turned over and held me from the front, kissing my forehead as all three of us struggled to breathe. My eyes fluttered open and shut, feeling heavy. Without talking about what had happened, I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, surrounded by the two men who'd protected me earlier.

  The surreal feeling of the situation began to fade and was replaced by a feeling of contentment. Of satisfaction. I'd been searching for some affirmation of life, and I'd found it between these two men.

  And I had to admit – I felt safer than I had in a very long time.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN - BENNETT

  Not the evening I had planned for us, but as I stared down at Hailey sleeping soundly beside me, I wasn't sure I regretted a thing. Quinn was sleeping with her with his arm wrapped around her waist as if he was intent on keeping her safe even while they slept. I had the feeling Quinn really cared for her – as did I. But I got the impression that with Quinn, it went deeper than just the sex and he held onto her almost protectively.

  I should have felt guilty for fucking her then, but I didn't. And I should have felt incredibly weird that my brother and I had shared her. But I didn't. I'd wanted Hailey since that first time we talked in my truck all those years ago. The quiet, bashful girl who had no idea how beautiful she really was.

  At the time, she'd been too young for me. Seeing her again all these years later though, I'd been blown away. She'd grown more beautiful and more confident in herself. Two things that I couldn't deny attracted me to her. I'd honestly only wanted to get to know her better. To see if we connected. And as I looked down at her naked body, all I could think was that apparently, we had. At least on some level.

  I heard the front door open and shut downstairs and felt a jolt of adrenaline tear through me. I scrambled quickly to find my pants, waking Quinn up first.

  “Shit, are her parents home?” he whispered, his face a mask of fear.

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  We both pulled on our pants, not even having a moment to talk about how weird this whole situation was. We'd just shared a girl. I had never in my life done anything like that with my brothers. Doing something like that had honestly, never crossed my mind. But something about the situation, in that moment, just felt – right. I couldn't explain it – and didn't have the time to analyze it – but, something in the way everything had unfolded felt natural.

  Hailey's eyes fluttered open and saw us getting dressed, and she sat up. A look of hurt crossed through her eyes and I realized that she probably thought we'd gotten our rocks off and were bailing on her.

  “What's going on?” she asked, a slight tremor in her voice.

  “Your parents,” Quinn said, leaning down to kiss her nose. “They're home.”

  Although the hurt melted away, it was replaced with something close to panic. With wide eyes, Hailey hopped from the bed and started scrambling for her bra and shirt. I found the bra, Quinn found the shirt. We tossed both at her at the same time as we heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

  Hailey looked at both before tossing the bra under the bed, throwing on her sweater and pulling her leggings up, nearly tripping until I managed to catch her.

  “Careful,” I said with a laugh.

  When the knock came, we were all three dressed and sitting on her bed again. Everything looked perfectly normal and perfectly innocent. For the most part.

  “Hailey?” her mom said.

  “Yes?”

  “Can I come in, please?”

  We all looked at one another and tried not to laugh, Hailey hushed us. It was hard to not think we were back in high school all over again.

  “Uhh, sure,” she said. “It's open.”

  The door opened, and panic hit me. What if it was obvious – Hailey's hair was a mess, falling loose from her ponytail now, and Quinn had a guilty look on his face. I tried not to meet her mom's eyes at all, feeling like there was no way I could after what we'd done with her daughter – no matter how amazing it felt to us at the time.

  Ada Roberts didn't have a good look on her face when she stepped inside. In fact, she looked positively grim, which sent a stab of fear into my heart again. Something had happened – and it wasn't that she'd figured out we'd just had the strangest threesome I'd ever experienced in my life. Something was genuinely wrong.

  “Honey, I have some bad news,” she said, sitting on a chair across from the bed. “Leo has already posted bail and has been released. He's already out there somewhere.”

  Hailey's face fell. Her hands were clenched in front of her, and although she forced her fists to open, she started wringing her hands.

  “Already?” she managed to choke out.

  “I'm afraid so,” her mom said. “We can go down to the courthouse and file a restraining order –”

  “A restraining order won't do anything,” Hailey scoffed. “Not with someone like him. He laughs at things like that.”

  “It's all we can do, Hailey,” her mother said.

  Quinn spoke up. “Hailey, would you feel more comfortable at our place?” he asked with a seemingly casual shrug. “Leo wouldn't know to look for you there. And you'd have the three of us to protect you if he did.”

  I nodded. “I actually think that's a great idea.”

  She looked at Quinn, then at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

  “It wouldn't be a problem?” she asked. “I don't want to impose.”

  “Not in the least,” Quinn said, taking her hand in his.

  He stared deeply into Hailey's eyes, and for a moment, it felt like they were the only two in the room.

  I cleared my throat and said, “We'd love to have you, Hailey. We have a fourth bedroom that's empty. It used to be our parent's before they moved out. You're more than welcome to stay there.”

  I half expected her mother – a conservative woman from the south – to nix the idea immediately. Her daughter staying with three guys? The horror. The scandal around town. But when I looked over at Mrs. Roberts, she was surprisingly, nodding her head.

  “I think that sounds like a great idea. You'll be safe there,” she said. “You are such good, kind boys.”

  I looked away, remembering that perhaps she shouldn't trust us with her daughter, but Hailey was already on board with the idea. She smiled, wiping away the tears.

  “I think it's a great idea,” she said. “At least until Leo gives up and leaves town.”

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN - CASON

  I was in the living room when I heard the door open. Voices pulled me away from the game on TV and made me look, my eyes wide when I heard a female voice. A familiar female voice.

  Hopping up from the sofa, I made my way to the foyer to meet Quinn and Bennett – and they weren't alone. Hailey was with them, carrying
an overnight bag. I cocked an eyebrow at my brothers, not knowing what in the hell was happening.

  “Hey, Cason,” Hailey said, some rosy pink coloring in her cheeks as she looked at me. “Your brothers said I could stay here for a bit.”

  “Sure thing,” I said. “Not that I mind. Like, at all. But, any particular reason why?”

  Hailey looked down at her feet, and Quinn took her hand, giving it a squeeze. I had an idea already, but I had hoped that I was wrong. After the other night, I thought perhaps Hailey and I might have been developing some chemistry between us. But now, as I looked at her standing with Quinn, I worried that I might have been mistaken about it.

  “It's a long story,” Bennett said. “We can explain over dinner, if Hailey is up for it.”

  She nodded.

  “Let me show you to your room,” Quinn said.

  He took Hailey down the hall to our parent's old room. Bennett followed, so I did too. I was confused and had no idea what was going on. So, I wanted to keep an eye on things, hoping there was another explanation to all of this.

  “Here you go,” Quinn said, flipping on the light. “Home, sweet home for a little while.”

  Our parents hadn't been back to visit in a while. They only came back for major holidays, most of the time expecting us to come visit them in Florida. The room was in pristine condition though, and was still decorated for them. Thankfully, our parents had decent taste in decor.

  The walls were a light, powder blue with a white trim. Navy and white bedding made up the Cal-king sized bed, with more pillows than any one person should ever need. An empty dresser, a walk-in closet and private master bath were also at Hailey's disposal.

  It was, by far, the best room in the house, and at different times, we'd debate who would move into it. Ultimately though, we kept to our own rooms, since none of us felt right about moving into our parent's space. Even if it did sit empty.

  “Wow, this is really nice,” she said. “Better than any hotel room.”

  Hailey placed her bag on the bed, and turned to us, her long, dark hair covering her shoulders and face. She wasn't wearing any makeup, yet her skin was so clear and porcelain white. Her green eyes were bright and vivid as she looked at the three of us.