Harvard Academy Elite

by Sapphire Knight

  “Why would I leave?” she asks, tipping her head back to stare at me.

  “Because you hate me.”

  She shakes her head and argues, “I don’t hate you. You hurt me by breaking my trust. You’re one of my closest friends. and it kills me inside to know you deceived me instead of being honest and up-front.”

  “I’m so damn sorry…I truly am. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you, just, please don’t leave us again.” I’ll beg if I have to-to keep her here with us.

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  My head jerks back as I stare, stunned with her revelation. “You’re not?”

  Her hand moves up and over my chest until it rests on the curve where my neck and shoulder meet. “You four are my family now, just as much as my mom and brother are; more, in fact, because you guys care for me and protect me.”

  “We love you,” I interrupt, and she flashes a sad smile.

  “I know you do. If I wasn’t sure of it, then I would leave.”

  “This is your home, Kresley. We all want you here, and even though I screwed up bad, I promise I won’t ever betray you again. I just couldn’t bear it that your dad wasn’t going to face any repercussions for everything he’s put you through.”

  “I’ve never had anyone protect me like you guys do; it makes me feel like you really do care. So, I do believe you, Axel, even if my mind tells me I shouldn’t.”

  “Please,” I murmur, not above begging. “I love you. I have from the moment you asked me if I drew. It was like you saw me and not just as a part of being a quad, but as myself.”

  “Of course, I saw you. How could I not? You’re my Clark Kent—smart, handsome, and brave...”

  Leaning in, I press my lips to hers. I’m not able to help myself and steal a quick kiss. Her words light up my soul. She makes me feel things I never dreamed I ever would. I’d grown used to the idea of marrying someone to benefit my family, eventually. I never imagined that I’d find a woman to fall so hopelessly in love with and get to share my future with her.

  “So, you don’t hate me, then?” I ask again, and she steps back to the bed, bringing me with her. The oversized luxurious mattress hits the back side of her thighs, and she falls backward, bringing me along. “Mm,” I groan as our bodies come in full contact, and her legs part, allowing my groin to rest in the apex of her thighs.

  She leans up and whispers against my mouth, “I don’t. I love you, Axel. But, I want something from you.”

  “You do?” I ask, and she nods, placing tiny kisses on each side of my lips. “Name it, and it’s yours.”

  “Make love to me,” she demands, and her words register.

  We haven’t had sex yet, and she wants that intimacy from me. I want nothing more than to love her and be close to her. Not replying, my lips catch hers, my tongue demanding entrance. She opens willingly, her tongue darting out to beckon mine forward. I’ve been holding myself back from her, knowing she was promised to Tristan, but not anymore. She’s all of ours, so I dive in and take what I want from her—everything.

  Like a match to gasoline, once we begin, our passion ignites into an uncontrollable flame. Peeling her shirt over her head, I take in every curve of silky-smooth perfection. My mouth falls to her flesh—sucking, biting, and kissing. I can’t get enough of her or quick enough. “You’re a goddess under these clothes. I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this from the first time we went swimming. I knew you’d be utter perfection, and I wasn’t wrong.”

  Her cheeks warm and the pink carries down along her throat and over her breasts. It’s hard to fathom, but the blush only increases her beauty. I’m so glad I have my glasses to witness her like this; it’d be devastating to miss out on such a sight.

  “Are you a virgin?” she asks, making me pause in my exploration and pull back a bit. I know she isn’t; she’s slept with Brent and Tristan. They haven’t bragged or anything, but we’ve all been outside her door when either of them has been in there making her moan with pleasure. Besides, I know my brothers well enough to be confident that they’d have slept with her the first moment she hinted at wanting them.

  “I’m not...does that bother you?”

  She bites her lip and admits, “No, I was just kind of hoping since you keep more to yourself that it was possible.”

  I shake my head, cringing. “Sorry if that disappoints you.”

  “No, not at all; I didn’t mean it like that. I brought it up because I was hoping to experience it with you and make it special, since we love each other.” She shrugs. “Ignore me; it was stupid. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  Pulling her face to mine, my mouth widens into a smile. “I think it’s cute that you want to be my first.”

  “You do?”

  I nod and chuckle. “In fact, I think it’s pretty damn sexy, you think I’m that important.”

  “I love you, Axel. I mean it,” she admits, not seemingly embarrassed anymore.

  “Good because I plan on keeping you forever and doing this a lot.” I nod to her nearly-naked body and begin working her comfy shorts over her hips. They easily slide down, and I soon discover she doesn’t have panties on. Her naked mound has me groaning with desire. “You’re trying to give me a heart attack today, aren’t you?” I say, making her giggle. I love the sound and flash her a pleased grin then yank my shirt off. Her hands fly to my chest, as I move to unbutton my pants. I can’t seem to get our clothes off quickly enough.

  “Touch me, Axel,” she moans, pushing her hips against mine. My stiff cock throbs with need, wanting to be buried deep inside her warmth.

  Rushing to get my pants off, I nearly fall to the ground as I shove them off and toss the offensive garments in random directions. My mouth parts, little pants of excited breaths leave me as I press a finger into her wetness. “J-Jesus, you’re stunning, and you’re so wet. I want to lick it. Can I taste you?”

  “Please!” she gasps as I add a second finger and press kisses over her throat.

  “You want me?”

  “Yes! I want you so badly, Axel.”

  With a pleased groan, my lips meet her soaked heat and suck her clit. She tastes sweet and smells divine, making me go a little crazy inside. My mouth moves downward, my tongue flattening to lap at her opening and her soaked lips.

  “Oh-oh my, that is great, just great, b-but I want you inside me. Then maybe you could go back to doing more of that?” she suggests, making me chuckle.

  “Whatever you want. I need to go to my room and get some condoms. I should’ve thought of that before we started. I’ll go get them quickly or else you can come with me.”

  “I’ll follow you,” she agrees, and we race out of her room, across the hall to mine.

  Yanking my top drawer open, I pull out the first condom I find and rip the top off. I have to take a deep breath to calm my hands down enough to roll the condom in place, but I eventually get it to work. Spinning on my heel, I find her there behind me, breathing heavy with need.

  “I want you right now,” she admits, and I close the space between us. My mouth takes hers in a blistering kiss, and then I have her in my arms, her back pressed up against the wall as my hard cock lines up to her entrance, and I thrust without hesitation. The force, laced with my girth, has her crying out in surprise.

  “I’m big,” I murmur into her neck and thrust again, gripping her thighs roughly to hold her in place.

  “Yes! You are SO big,” she whimpers, and I drive in over and over relishing in her delicious cries until she’s screaming out her orgasm. It’s hard, fast, and intense, and I spill myself into the condom once she’s come. It was too much, too overwhelming for me to slow down and show her the care and patience she deserves. “I’ve never come that fast…that was crazy,” she breathes, and my smile grows.

  Keeping her wrapped in my arms, I stop in front of my dresser. “Open that top drawer and grab a handful of those condoms.”

  “A
handful?” she repeats with surprise coating her gaze.

  My eyes meet hers, and I chuckle. “Yes, my love. I’m only just getting started. I’m going to go through about five more of those condoms, and I plan to make you come so many times you have trouble standing on shaky legs.”

  “Holy shit,” she sighs. “Maybe I’m glad you’re not a virgin. This is far too intense, and I love it.”

  “I love you, Kresley,” I say softly and lay her on my mattress.

  “I love you, too, Axel—so much.” She sighs with contentment, and I’ve never felt more complete in my life than I do with her here like this, in my arms and my bed.

  “Happy Birthday to youuuu,” I sing as Kresley swims up next to me. I was doing laps and never saw or heard her come in. That’s fairly normal for me, however, as I get in the zone when I do laps and use the time to clear my head and reboot. Needless to say, her presence is a pleasant surprise.

  She beams brightly. “Thank you!”

  “Do you feel older, wiser, or anything else I should be concerned about?”

  She taps her chin and hums, while wearing a saucy grin. “I feel a certain way right now, but I doubt it has to do with my birthday.”

  “Is that right?” A silent chuckle shakes my chest as my cheeks grow tired from grinning so broadly. She always has this effect on me, and I think she enjoys it entirely too much. “And what is that feeling telling you exactly?”

  “This,” she murmurs and leans in, her lips meeting mine. She tastes minty and fresh. She must’ve brushed her teeth before finding her way in here. My arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into my tall, lithe frame. I’ve always had a swimmer’s body. It used to bother me when being compared to my brothers, but I’ve learned swimmers have their own set of muscles, just not all bulky like Tristan and Brent.

  “I love that,” I admit when she pulls away a few beats later. “Did you come after me for a particular reason, or were the kisses just a sweet reward?”

  “Apparently, this sexy group of guys organized a dinner party for me,” she teases, and my smile broadens, delighted to see her so happy. This wasn’t always the case when her father was still around, but we took care of that problem.

  “Good thing you have them. We’d hate for you to miss out on your special feast.”

  Her eyes light up, gleaming with excitement. “So, now it’s a feast? This gets better by the minute!”

  I chuckle as I wrap an arm around her and head for the door. “You go visit, and I’ll slip into more clothes.”

  “You mean, you in only swimming shorts isn’t part of the surprise?”

  She’s cheeky tonight, and I love when she’s like this. It makes my heart swell in my chest. “It could be afterward, if you still want it to be.”

  “Of course! Now hurry your butt up, I want to see this feast you have planned.”

  I plant a kiss on her forehead then head for my room and get changed. Little does she know, but this feast doesn’t only include food, but a surprise gift at the end that’s been burning a hole in my pocket all day wanting to give it to her early. God, I love that woman. I hope she’s ready for the four of us to spoil her in our own ways for the rest of her lives. None of us are willing to go anywhere. We’ll be by her side until the end, or she gets sick of us—whichever comes first.

  B

  randon’s big paws cradle the plate full of saran wrapped leftover slices of birthday cake as he and Sam give me one last hug and birthday wish goodbye. The two of them finally came clean that they’re dating each other, and I couldn’t imagine a better gift than them being happy together. I should’ve seen it coming sooner, though, with me pulling some of my time away from them. Not that I don’t want to be around my two best friends or anything. It’s just that having four boyfriends takes up a lot of my time. I’m not complaining, not even a little bit, I love my guys far too much.

  Brent closes the massive front door quickly behind the couple, flashing me a sexy grin.

  “What?” I giggle. “You look like you’re up to something.”

  He shrugs. “Not just me.”

  “Oh? What are you guys up too?” I follow him back into the decorated living room. They went all out with decorations to surprise me for my birthday, and it made me feel ridiculously special. I’d never woken up in the past and had several areas throughout the mansion all celebrating me like they’d made sure to do.

  Sitting in the middle of the plush rug on the floor wearing a wide smile, they eagerly surround me. Tristan and Brent sit on each side of my body, while Axel and Cole are directly in front of me, legs crossed Indian style.

  “You’re eighteen now,” Tristan murmurs, and I nod.

  “For another year,” I reply cheekily.

  “We’re set to marry soon,” he reminds me as if I could’ve ever forgotten. He’s been very good to me the last few months, so marrying him isn’t sounding like a bad thing anymore. Sam’s been getting me pretty excited about the planning bit we can be involved with as well.

  Playing with the enormous engagement ring, I bite my lip. I love him, I do...but marriage, so soon? I was hoping they’d come to some realization that we’re too young right now. I guess I shouldn’t have been so naïve with their father in the picture. Technically, their dad is still taking over my father’s business, too, so maybe I should lock Tris in while I still have the blessing to do so.

  Cole leans in, running his pointer finger over the skin of my knee. It gives me goosebumps, but I like it. “We thought you may want something more suitable, something that fits you,” he confesses a bit shyly.

  Brent follows up with, “Ax said we had to wait until your birthday.”

  I can’t help but smile at his grumble, my big bear of a boy has the largest heart out of them all.

  Axel shrugs unapologetically while Tristan says, “I wanted to plan an extravagant trip, but he said this would be the best way to do this...” He trails off, and my brows rise. Tristan may seem to run the ship when it comes to these four, but being in their private space, I’ve learned that’s completely false. Axel’s the one who usually calls the shots surprisingly, but his brothers respect him enough to listen and heed his input before deciding otherwise.

  Axel reaches behind him, his hand returning with a palm-sized square white box and my throat tightens with anticipation. The last box I saw that was the same size ended up sealing my fate to Tristan. Without further pause, Axel opens the lid, mumbling, “We would love for you to wear this, to honor each of us.”

  My eyes widen as I gaze inside the box and discover a platinum band with four exquisite stones. Each diamond is a different color, and I know as soon as I see them, which diamond belongs to who. It’s thoughtful and unique, and it makes me feel special that they went to this trouble for my birthday and me.

  “I love it,” I whisper, pleased that the stones are small, feminine, and meaningful. This is a ring I’d love to wear and show off to the world, not that I need anything so expensive from them. The fact that they really considered something individual yet as one and it’s not overly ostentatious means a lot to me, truly.

  “Well, we love you, if you hadn’t guessed that already,” Brent rasps.

  Tristan takes my hand in his. “I still want to marry you,” he admits.

  I nod, not sure how to broach the subject. “But I love all of you,” I whisper, and he offers me a kind, patient smile.

  “I know, darling, but we’ve thought up an idea that we’re hoping you’d be happy with.”

  “Oh?” The fact that they’re asking me like this has my heart rate speeding up. What could they possibly have in mind? I’m always up for their suggestions, though. These guys think outside the box, something I’ve grown accustomed to appreciating. However, we’re already getting married, not sure what else could be so big.

  Axel interrupts, finishing for his brother. “You’ll still marry Tristan and be his wife publicly, but we’d like to purpose another stipulati
on with it.”

  I nod, taking in each of their expressions of hope as I listen. “Okay?”

  “We don’t want to be apart from you. We love you too much. We want you to accept this ring with the promise that when you marry Tristan, that in private we would like to hold a small ceremony cementing us all to you as your husbands.”

  My mouth opens and closes like a fish at their revelation. They don’t just go with the flow; they go all-out to carve their own way, it seems. Not that I’m complaining, because I’m not. “All four of you?”

  “That’s not all,” he continues. “We’ve decided to each go to the same college, so we can be with you. Wherever you decide to attend, we’ll follow. No splitting up. We’ll even get a place to live together.”

  “Holy shit,” I gasp, and Cole chuckles. “This is big; your father won’t like this at all.”

  Tristan shrugs. “As long as you pick an Ivy League college and we graduate with something respectable, then he’ll get over it. No useless liberal arts degrees or anything,” he laughs, and I grin in return. Their father has big plans for his sons, and prestigious careers are at the top of that list.

  “As amazing as that sounds, my picks will be based on if and where I get offered a scholarship. My father obviously can’t afford to pay for my college any longer, although I wasn’t going to allow him to anyhow. I don’t want to ask my mom to help either; I’d rather she concentrate on my brother. He’s not like me, driven to be independent of our parents. I have to go with what I can get.”

  Brent coughs. “Stubborn.”

  “I am not! I just didn’t want to be anywhere my dad could control me anymore than he already was.”

  Axel’s hand comes forward to caress my jawline tenderly. “And with good reason, but now we’re getting off topic. Our father will be paying for your college since you’ll be marrying Tristan. He’d be incredibly embarrassed if he didn’t, and besides, the tabloids would run a full-on smear campaign if they ever caught wind of it. Regardless, even if he didn’t pay, then we would be more than happy to pay for whatever college you decide on. Money is not something you’ll ever have to worry about my love; we’ve already told you that. You can basically point to a college, and we’ll take care of the rest.”