Her Cowboy Cousins: A Reverse Harem Romance

by Veronica Wade

  I’m thrilled that I’m something special to him.

  I lean up and kiss him, not necessarily intending it to go anywhere and not caring if it does. In this moment, I just want to feel his lips on mine, to feel the kiss of a man who cares deeply for me.

  He kisses me back, running his hand along my arm, sending a chill down my spine.

  I don’t know how long we kiss for. Time seems to fade. All I know is that I never want it to stop. When he finally pulls his mouth from mine, I can’t let him go.

  He doesn’t make a move to do more, but I do.

  I look up at him. “I want you.”

  He looks at me, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “You do, do you? How?” He runs his hand along my arm.

  “Well,” I begin, my voice low. “Let me show you.” My hand reaches down to his cock, finding it stiff under his jeans. I can’t wait to free it, to watch it bounce as I slide off his boxer briefs. I push him back onto my bed in a sitting position. Once he’s in it, I get down on my knees in front of him.

  I put both my forearms on his inner thighs and, without the use of my hands, I lower my head to his cock and take it in my mouth. To start, I move slowly on the head, letting my tongue swirl around the crown. He takes in a sharp breath. I love the way his salty precum tastes against my tongue. I suck at the tip before I take every inch into my mouth. I take it slow at first, moving my head up and down, sucking at him and running my tongue along his shaft. His hands grip the bedsheets at first, but the faster I go, his fingers tangle into my hair.

  Sliding one hand to his balls, I cradle them in my palm. I squeeze and stroke them. He grips my hair, and I look up to see his head tilting back in ecstasy.

  I roll my tongue along the tip as I pull back, loving the way I’m making him feel.

  I can tell when he’s about to come not only by his moaning, but because I can feel his balls tensing up in my hand. They feel full and tight, and I get excited that he’s going to shoot into my mouth at any moment. When he finally comes, his body stiffens and jerks and I take in every drop.

  His facial expression is one of pure pleasure. He looks like he’s about to say something but, just like with Marshall earlier, the second we finish we’re interrupted.

  “Spencer, can you come down here?” comes a voice from downstairs.

  “Oh, shit, Sarah,” Spencer says as he hurriedly buttons up his pants. “I gotta go, but I can’t wait to take care of you! Will you be okay?” He chucks my chin with his free hand, then catches my lower lip under his thumb for a second.

  I shake my head. “You’re totally fine, go! We’ll do more soon. Maybe tomorrow?”

  He grins. “Tomorrow sounds good.”

  Yes, it really does.

  When I wake the next morning after a night of dreams, I’m pretty damn horny. Part of me wonders if I should take care of myself, masturbate this morning to take the edge off. And another part of me thinks… why should I ever bother to masturbate again? I’ve got three sexy men I live with. Any one of them would probably be eager to service me this morning.

  I’m about to pull out my phone and text all three when there’s a knock at my door.

  “Come in!” I call out, excited to see who’s coming for me.

  Morgan walks in with a small plate holding a bagel and some cream cheese.

  “Hey, thought you might like some breakfast.” He smiles sweetly at me.

  Well, there’s definitely something I want this morning, but it’s not food.

  I grin at him. “Thanks. That’s super sweet.”

  He steps away from the door to bring the plate but I stop him. “Shut the door behind you,” I instruct.

  He looks confused but does as I tell him, closing the door before he comes over to the bed.

  “Everything okay?” he asks. “Do we need to talk?”

  “No,” I tell him as he sits down. “Actually, talking is the last thing I want to do.” I smile at him. “And right now, so is eating. Thanks so much but you can set that plate down.”

  He understands immediately what I mean. “So, with just me?” he asks.

  I nod slowly as I peel my comforter off of me.

  He doesn’t waste any time, immediately pulling his shirt over his head with one hand before dropping his pants and climbing into bed with me.

  I just love how eager each of them are and I’m the same. Exploring their bodies is all I can think about, like I could do it all day every day. And with these guys, that might actually be possible.

  Slowly, he begins to slide my nightgown up my body, exposing my panties and my bare stomach, and then my breasts. When I’m naked in front of him, the nightgown rolled up to my shoulders, he lets go of it and then leans down and slides his tongue down my stomach and toward my pussy.

  His tongue tickles the middle of my stomach but he spends his time teasing my inner thighs. When he touches his mouth to my clit, I gasp in pleasure. His tongue is cool and wet against me, though my pussy is already quite wet from my dirty dreams.

  His tongue circles my clit, slowly taking it in between his lips and sucking gently before he runs his tongue down my slit. Just this alone could put me over the edge. I squirm and wriggle under his mouth. Soon I’m close to coming. I don’t want only his mouth. I want to feel his cock deep inside me, and I need it now.

  “Put it in me,” I moan. And he likes it.

  He gives a cocky smile as he lifts his head and positions himself at my entrance. He pushes both my legs back with his hands, spreading me. He takes in the sight before he presses his cock against my soaking-wet pussy. When the tip is inside, he gives one full thrust and slams into me so hard I can hear his balls slap against me.

  There’s nothing slow or gentle about it. He starts pounding away at me, his fat cock filling me completely. He uses my legs as leverage as he pumps into me. I’m screaming out like an animal. I know that the boys downstairs must hear me, but in this moment I don’t much care who does. I can’t care or think about anything other than the fact that Morgan is pounding the ever-loving shit out of me. I thought he was so thoughtful and sweet, but instead he’s merciless and I love every second of it.

  I love how deep his long cock reaches. I love the sound of his balls slapping against my ass. I love the way he’s got my legs like a rag doll, fucking me with reckless abandon.

  I grip my bedsheets, taking full fistfuls of them, because it’s all I can do. The pleasure is more than I can bear. It’s so intense that I can’t even tell when exactly I’m about to come. I know it’s close, I know it could be any minute, but I don’t know when exactly until it actually happens.

  And when it does, the entire orgasm overtakes me. I’m so loud I’m positive my voice is going to be hoarse later. It actually hurts.

  The best part is during this orgasm, Morgan never stops fucking me. If anything, my pleasure appears to intensify his desires and he goes even deeper. He’s going to keep fucking me until he comes and I find myself eager to feel his warmth spread inside me.

  And only a moment later, it does. He yells out and his fingers dig into my thighs. I feel the familiar sensation of heat between my legs and, when he pulls out his cum drips slowly out of me.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter as he sits up on my bed, “that is exactly what I needed to start my day.”

  He grins at me. “I didn’t know it before I came in here but yeah, me too.”

  I stretch out luxuriously in my bed and we catch our breath together before the demands of the day begin to weigh on our minds.

  I smile at him. “Mmm… I better get in the shower.”

  “Yeah, and I better go eat breakfast. I told the guys I was only coming up to bring you a bagel.”

  “Well, pretty sure they realize that’s not the truth by now,” I tease him.

  “You think?” he grins before disappearing.

  I’m at my desk, feeling once again completely satisfied. It should be criminal to be this happy. A late-night rendezvous with Spencer followed by some mo
rning fun with Morgan has the day feeling absolutely perfect. Though, admittedly, even with my satisfaction, I can’t help but fantasize about what we’ll do the next time we get a chance.

  I hear the sounds of a car pulling up over the gravel drive, which catches me off guard because as far as I know, we have no new check-ins today. I pull up the schedule on the computer just to make sure I haven’t missed anything. I see that I haven’t, so I stand up to peek out the window.

  To my absolute horror, I recognize the car.

  It belongs to my mother.

  Anxiety washes over me. I can’t have drama at work! If my mom shows up and makes a scene, there will be a lot of unhappy people on the ranch this morning.

  I step outside to head her off at the pass. I’m trembling as I walk toward her car with my heart pounding, unsure of what she plans to say or what she’s going to do.

  When she steps out of the car and begins to immediately apologize, I’m relieved.

  “Sarah, baby,” she says as she shuts her car door. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Mom?” I question. “What are you doing here?”

  “I just had to talk to you. These past few days without you have been so hard, and I’m full of regret. I really am. I came here to make amends.”

  This brings me great relief. Despite how well things have been going for me with the boys, I’ve missed her plenty.

  “You are?” I whisper, tears of relief forming in my eyes.

  “Yes. I am sorry for the way I’ve acted. It was not okay to kick you out, and I want you to come home. I’m even considering allowing you to date one of the boys.” She smiles at me.

  But that sentence throws off the entire sentiment. She will consider allowing me? She clearly does not understand what this fight was about.

  I believe that she means well, that she does care for my happiness, but she still can’t let go of the illusion of control she believes she has over me. I’m an adult! She won’t be allowing me to do anything.

  “Uh, I—” I kind of stumble on my words. I don’t want to start a new fight with my mom, but at the same time, I can’t let a sentiment like that go. I have to assert myself. I have to show her that I’m an adult who’s going to be making my own decisions.

  “In fact, I really want to know which one you’re interested in!” She smiles. “Just so long as it’s not Spencer, of course.”

  This pisses me off even further. Of course it’s not only Spencer that I like, but I have come to have deep feelings for him. It especially pains me to hear my mother talk about him this way since I know he hates his reputation following him now that he’s changed.

  “Mom. Spencer is a good man, a kind man,” I tell her. “He’s nothing like he used to be. He’s grown. We should all be allowed to make mistakes and become better people.”

  She frowns. “It is Spencer, then? Sarah, you cannot be serious. Chuck would never approve of you dating a man like Spencer.”

  I see red.

  “Don’t you dare use Chuck to manipulate me!” I tell her sharply. Maybe Chuck wouldn’t have approved, I don’t know, but I know that he loved me and eventually he’d come around.

  My mom seems surprised by my irritated reaction, as if all of her comments haven’t been completely self-righteous. She really didn’t think this would irritate me? Her coming out here and acting as if she’s the ruler of my life?

  “I am not using Chuck to manipulate you. I would never! I am telling you what the man who raised you would think of your behavior. There are other men in the world, better men. Morgan or Marshall would be a far better choice than Spencer. You two haven’t become official yet, have you?”

  She disgusts me, and hearing her talk about a man that means the world to me makes me livid.

  “Actually, we are official, Mom! As are me, Marshall, and Morgan! We’re all very official and very much together!”

  She doesn’t even remotely take this seriously at first. She laughs out loud. “I get it, the whole Spencer thing was a joke. Ha-ha. You made your point, darlin’.”

  “It is not a joke! It’s not a joke with Spencer, and I’m not joking about Marshall and Morgan either.”

  She squints at me, trying to read me. “Okay, this is really not funny, Sarah. Why would you say such a thing? Are you trying to shock me to get back at me? Or do you think that if you tell me you’re dating all three, I’ll be less upset when you admit it’s only Spencer? What is the point of this game?”

  “I’m not playing games, Mother!” I nearly shout. Funny, I was so worried about her making a scene, and now it’s me yelling in front of the ranch. “I’m not like you. I don’t think of ways to manipulate the people I care about. I am being completely genuine with you. I am seeing Marshall, Morgan, and Spencer. All three of them. And I don’t give a damn what you think about it.”

  Her jaw drops. “You’re serious? You’re dating them all?” I can see by the horror on her face that she’s accepted I’m not lying.

  “Yes, I am,” I say confidently.

  “Bu-But… how could you?” she asks, as if I’ve done something to personally hurt her. “This not how Chuck and I raised you. You’re supposed to be a good girl. Meet a good man, settle down, and have kids with him one day.”

  “I have met a good man,” I tell her. “In fact, I’ve met three wonderful men.”

  “There is nothing good about this situation! I can’t even fathom it. I had such high hopes for you, Sarah. What on earth are you doing?”

  “I’m following my heart. Just like you did with Chuck.”

  This infuriates her even further. “This is nothing like me and Chuck!” she argues. “We loved each other in a pure and meaningful way! This is your simple lust you’re following! Your lust, not your heart!”

  “I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.” I fold my arms.

  What she’s saying is so hurtful, but in the moment, I’m too livid to be hurt. And I wouldn’t want her to see my pain, even if I were. I want her to see me as my own adult person, and putting my foot down is the only way to do that.

  “I can’t do this,” she mutters as she opens her car door back up. “Don’t expect to come to me when this horrible, disgusting arrangement falls to pieces. I will not help you put your life back together.”

  She slams the door and mere seconds later, she’s driving off, dirt kicking up as she does.

  It’s in that moment when I see her leave that all the sadness hits me. The pain of being abandoned by my own mother washes over me, and it takes all I have to steady my breath to keep from crying.

  I hate this. I hate that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, experiencing the kind of relationship I could only dream of, while destroying my relationship with my mother in the process.

  Why can’t she just be happy for me? Why can’t she just let go of the control she wants to have over me and the decisions I make? I’m sure she thinks I’m only doing this to try and rebel against her, but I’m not. There’s nothing childish or immature about my decision to be with these men. I feel like it’s the most mature decision I’ve ever made, and it’s bringing me joy like nothing ever has before.

  Ultimately, despite my sadness, I’m confident that I did the right thing. If I folded to her will, I’d be letting go of the most important people in my life right now. In such a short time, Marshall, Spencer, and Morgan have come to mean so very much to me. I’m not giving up them nor my independence to make my mother happy, no matter how much I love her. I simply won’t do it.

  I hope that when I go back into the building, none of the guys will be there. I don’t want any of them to see me upset, because then I’m going to have to discuss what just happened with my mother, and I don’t want to burden them with it. Thankfully, when I go inside, they’re nowhere to be seen.

  I head to the kitchen to do my daily breakfast baking. I’m thinking I’m going to make blueberry muffins this morning, when I walk in and find Eva standing there.

  I instinctively tense up.

/>   “Is there something you need?” I ask.

  “Your mother seems lovely!” she says with a grimace. “Looks like she’s the only one in your family with some common fucking sense.”

  She heard our conversation. Great. This is not what I need right now. I just want to do my work and forget about everything my mom said. But of course Eva is going to harass me about it.

  “It’s none of your business,” I say bitingly, as I move toward the kitchen cabinets.

  “It must be such a disappointment she couldn’t raise you not to be a complete and total whore,” she snaps. Her breath smells like liquor.

  “I am not a whore!” I snap back at her.

  “Really? What else do you call a woman who sleeps with three of her bosses?”

  “Why the hell do you even care, Eva? Is this some jealousy thing? You want to sleep with them?”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “Better me than you! At least I have something to offer them! I’m an experienced adult. You’re practically a child. What the hell can you give them?”

  “You know what, Eva, that’s for them to decide. But clearly whatever it is, they like it. And we won’t be stopping because of you, so why don’t you just fuck right off?”

  I see her entire face tense up. This time, when she goes to slap me, she doesn’t hold herself back.

  I back up, not sure how to react. She misses my face, likely because she’s drunk, hitting my shoulder instead. I respond by pushing her backward as hard as I can.

  She hits the countertop and knocks down plates and glasses. One of them shatters on the floor and she lands on it, resulting in a cut on her hand, which immediately bleeds onto the floor.

  My body is coursing with adrenaline, but I think now that she’s bleeding, she’ll back off. No, she doesn’t even seem to notice the cut. Instead, she wants to come back for more, and she lunges at me once again, though she stumbles.

  Morgan and Spencer run into the kitchen.

  “What the actual fuck?” Spencer spits out as he sees Eva going for me.

  He grabs her before she can get to me and holds her firmly by her arms, but she’s still staring daggers at me.