Forever Our Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue 1 … Three Months Later

  Epilogue 2 … Four Months Later

  Forever Our Virgin

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  Contents

  Reader Note #1

  Reader Note #2

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue 1 … Three Months Later

  Epilogue 2 … Four Months Later

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  Reader Note #1

  Thank you so much for choosing to read Forever Our Virgin!

  I hope you love the conclusion to the Our Virgin series! Next month Charlie Hart will be releasing another reverse harem story, but it is a sexy paranormal series, featuring Harlow from this book!

  Please be sure to join Charlie Hart’s newsletter if you would like to be informed about the upcoming release. Here’s the link: http://eepurl.com/cTNr5r

  Your support means so much … now it’s time to treat yourself with this steamy escape!

  xo, frankie

  Reader Note #2

  Forever Our Virgin is a MMFMM story (no MM).

  It’s a whole lotta lovin’!

  That’s why I’m choosing to publish it as Frankie Love writing as Charlie Hart — so readers can know what to expect when they download my titles.

  Frankie= one sexy alpha & the woman he loves.

  Charlie= one open-hearted woman & the men who cherish her.

  I fell in love with the reverse harem genre and think you might love it too!

  xo, frankie

  Chapter 1

  CHLOE

  Walking up to the gates of Magic Kingdom with Noah, Mason, Enzo, and Ethan, I can’t help but grin. The fact they planned this for me, knowing how much I would like it, fills my heart with joy.

  The last few months have been so hard for us. After Mason’s accident in Tahiti, recovery took a lot longer than any of us expected. But with that chapter closed, and Mason’s not-quite-supportive sister now gone, it’s just the five of us again. And we are all whole and healthy. We’re ready to take on whatever life throws our way, and today, it seems like the only storm we’re going to encounter is pure bliss.

  “I’ve never seen you smile quite so much,” Ethan says, reaching for my hand. Mason is paying for tickets while the rest of the guys and I wait for him. Me? Not so patiently.

  Before I know it, Mason is back and I’m being whisked through metal detectors and then walking down Main Street.

  “How could you not smile in a place like this?” I look around taking in the old-fashioned fire trucks and streetcars. There are so many children holding balloons, and Mickey Mouse is having a photo op. Straight down the street is Cinderella’s Castle. I sigh, feeling like a princess myself, “This really is a dream come true.”

  “You deserve it, baby,” Noah says. “It’s about time you created some memories at the ‘happiest place on Earth’.” He squeezes my shoulders, and when I look back at him, I think about how special this all is.

  My men know how hard my childhood was. I never had anything, certainly not a dream vacation. I had foster homes and social workers and CPS reports. Nothing magical … and nothing my own.

  But now, as we walk down Main Street, with a map in my hand, I feel like things are coming full circle for me. Not everyone gets some picture-perfect order to their life. A mom and dad, a safe and clean home, a happy childhood complete with a college savings account.

  But that doesn’t mean everyone can’t find their own happiness one way or another. I certainly never expected to find mine like I did. I was stranded in Jamaica after a creep tried to take advantage of me.

  Then, when I felt like I had hit rock bottom, my men found me on the beach and gave me shelter, offering me their protection.

  And later their love.

  “Are you crying?” Mason asks, giving me a sidelong glance. I have been weepy for the past week.

  “No,” I say defensively, blinking fast. “Okay, maybe just a little. I just...”

  “We know, baby, you’re just so freaking happy,” Ethan says, smiling. That smile means a lot, considering I know he was the most hesitant about coming to this theme park, which makes sense in a lot of ways. Ethan and I share similar childhoods. But where I am looking to erase painful memories and create more positive ones, Ethan has a hard time letting go of the pain he’s experienced.

  “I know this isn’t your first choice of how to spend our last day in California, but thanks, Ethan, for coming. It wouldn’t have been the same if you hadn’t joined us.” I give him a kiss on the lips, and like always, the other guys look away tenderly, without jealousy or feeling threatened.

  You can’t come as far as we have without believing there is enough of our love to go around.

  “Before I forget, you need some sunscreen, Bella,” Enzo says. “You always burn up fast.” He pulls out a small bottle and helps apply it to my shoulders and back. I’m wearing a strappy tank top and jean shorts.

  “That was thoughtful,” I tell him, giving him a kiss. His lips are full and there is a layer of desire in his eyes, even now. Even in a public place, he doesn’t hold back. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

  “Of course, love,” he says, pulling back and putting the sunscreen back in his backpack.

  “Now,” I say. “I’m a rookie and don’t know where we should start. What do you guys think?”

  “We have to go on Small World first,” Noah says.

  Mason groans. “Are you fucking kidding me? I agreed to come to Disney for Chloe’s sake, but a boat ride with singing puppets? That’s stretching it.”

  “No way,” Noah says, grabbing my hand and directing us on a path headed right.” I’ve been here plenty of times. And no trip to Disney can start without Small World.”

  I giggle, liking this assertive side of Noah. He’s usually so playful and easy-going, but right now he seems to know exactly what he wants.

  “Whatever you say, boss, and so I say.” I’m just along for the ride.

  Enzo smirks. “I came for that private hour on Tom Sawyer Island with my bellissima.”<
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  The other guys nod in agreement. “We have that reserved for us tonight,” Noah tells me.

  My nipples harden at the idea.

  Since Mason has been given the go-ahead for sex from his doctor, we haven’t exactly practiced any restraint. And why would we? There are plenty of difficult components that come with a group relationship, but there are also plenty of positives.

  Like having an orgasm anytime I wish.

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  Small World. Pirates of the Caribbean. A Haunted Mansion. The day is half gone, and I’ve been dragged all around this park. Every wait in line has been worth it, though. This really is a magical place.

  “Dole Whips?” I ask as Mason hands me a cup of pineapple ice cream.

  “Yes, for the Tiki room.” Mason gives me a kiss on the lips and then the nose. “It’s a Disney prerequisite, and I want you to sit next to me.”

  “The Tiki what?”

  The guys don’t say any more. They just drag me inside a thatched hut. We sit on wooden benches, holding our ice cream, and enjoying the break from the California sun. Mason’s hand is on my thigh, and it moves up ever so slowly as the room darkens and the show begins. I get all tingly when I am next to him, and I nestle closer to him, appreciating his touch.

  We spend the next twenty minutes being entertained by singing birds, and at the end of the show, Ethan and Enzo are groaning.

  But Mason is surprisingly smiling. Well, it might have to do with the fact my jean shorts are extra short and his hand traveled further north the darker the room became.

  “Okay, I’ll hand it to you, Noah,” Mason says. “You’ve made some pretty damn good choices without an itinerary today.”

  “Wow, a compliment?” Noah punches Mason in the shoulder. “Well we’re headed to Space Mountain next, and I guarantee that’s going to be your favorite.”

  He’s right, of course. After we board the roller coaster and sail through a pitch-dark sky, twinkling stars surrounding us, moving at intergalactic speeds, we’re all a little stunned.

  “That was insane,” I say, putting my arms around Ethan as we stand amid crowds of people. The rest of the guys are in the gift shop looking at lightsabers and tee shirts.

  “What do you think of this place?” I look up at him.

  Ethan’s eyes meet mine. They are usually so dark, but right now they are bright. “I’d say it was worth the wait.”

  “It’s good to come here, isn’t it?” I say. “It’s kinda like we’re getting a chance to close the circle on our rough childhoods.”

  “I get what you mean. I wish you never had to have gone through all that, though, Chloe,” Ethan says.

  “Ditto,” I say, kissing him on the cheek.

  The guys join us and we stop for churros from a vendor and then head to Main Street. We eat them while a parade passes through, and tons of kids are squealing around us, strollers are parked every which way, and parents are taking photos on their phones left and right.

  “It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to be a kid and come here,” I say. “As an adult, it’s sensory overload.” Just then a parade float with Disney Princesses drives by, confetti filling the air and a big brass band marching beside it.

  “It would be awesome to come here with our kids someday,” Mason says.

  His words send a jolt through the group, and I take a bite of my cinnamon treat to avoid eye contact.

  We’ve talked about our life together, how we want to present ourselves to the real world, but we’ve tiptoed around the conversation about kids.

  Personally, I don’t even know how I feel about being a parent, let alone raising a child in this sort of relationship.

  “Sorry, did that totally kill the vibe?” Mason asks laughing. I appreciate his easy-going personality, though, because it helps break up what could be a heated conversation.

  Enzo pipes in, “I get what you mean, Mason. I’d love to come here again with a daughter totally obsessed with princesses. It would be pretty cute.”

  Enzo’s words make me melt. He is always the most thoughtful and tender of the group, and so his sentiments don’t surprise me.

  “Damn, Enzo, you’re gonna make our girl cry again,” Noah laughs.

  He’s right, and Ethan hands me a napkin so I can wipe my eyes.

  “Thanks,” I tell him, and he nods tightly, before looking back at the parade. I twist my lips, watching him, realizing he didn’t make any comments about children, or about our kids.

  “Hey,” I say, wanting to change the topic. “Why don’t we go on Splash Mountain before we go to the island? Everyone says that roller coaster is amazing.”

  “You sure?” Noah asks. “Because you’re gonna get soaking wet on that ride.”

  Taking my chance to flirt, I raise an eyebrow. Leaning in for a whisper I say, “Oh well, I plan on getting wet more than once tonight.”

  The guys shake their heads, not wanting me to say any more, lest they get harder than respectable. This is a family park, after all.

  “Come on,” I tell them, snapping my fingers, the thought of their hardening cocks more than enough for me to want to get a move on. “I’m ready to get drenched.”

  Chapter 2

  NOAH

  This day at Disney was my idea, and as I watch Chloe exit the car for Splash Mountain, I can’t help but grin. Seeing her here, with a smile on her face, her eyes aglow, and her shoulders light, I know this day was exactly what the doctor ordered.

  The last two months have been a fucking mess, citing frustration and pent-up anger after Mason’s near-death accident in Tahiti-- it was a recipe for disaster. But somehow, we made it through, stronger than ever.

  I don’t know what the next chapter of our story is going to bring. We’re headed to Oahu tomorrow, starting out on our own without the backing of Black Bull and their sponsorship. It’s just us now, and our company is going to be as strong as we let it be. It will go as far as we want to take it. With Chloe, as both our bookkeeper and manager, and us doing our best to shoot unique footage and upload the videos on a weekly basis, the sky’s the motherfucking limit.

  But that’s for tomorrow. What’s going to come right now? As I see Chloe and her pale pink tank top, soaking wet and sticking to her perfect tits, all I can think about is getting her on a raft, then onto the island, and have my way with her in the tree fort.

  I can’t believe I actually pulled off renting Tom Sawyer’s Island. And sure, it cost a pretty penny, but it’s a memory we will have for the rest of our goddamn lives.

  “You ready, baby?” I ask Chloe, taking her hand and heading toward the walkway that leads to the entrance of Tom Sawyer’s Island. The Disney employee manning it asks to see our passes, and I show him our identification.

  “You were shown how to operate the raft, correct?”

  I nod, having had to come out the other day to be taught how to properly run the motorized raft across thirty feet of water.

  The five of us make our way onto the raft and head over to the island that’s been cleared of other guests. No one is here except for us, and we are all a little amped up to be here together. The sun has set in the distance and most guests are headed toward the Sleeping Beauty castle to watch the fireworks show.

  But I figure we’ll have our own firework show right here.

  We move through small tunnels and caves for several minutes, and at one point, I am right behind Chloe, unbeknownst to her. I move right behind her, tickling her sides and causing her to shriek with laughter.

  “Noah, you terrified me,” she laughs.

  From behind, I pin her to the wall, my cock grinding against her ass. In her ear, I tell her how fucking sexy she looks in her wet tank top with her tits on display.

  “You like it when my nipples get hard?” she taunts, her words slick with desire as I press my hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently, her sheer bra doing nothing but tempt me.

  “I fucking love it when your tits get horny.”

  “Show me
how much you love it,” she moans, her back arching, her ass moving harder against my groin.

  “You feel that, baby?” I ask, and I know she does because she moves harder against me as I pluck her hard nipples just like she wants.

  “I need more,” she whispers. “Now,” she begs. I unbutton her shorts and they fall to her ankles. I pull down my own, and my throbbing cock is so ready. I slap her round ass, then press my hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she is. “Fuck me here, against the wall,” she asks and I do as my girl says.

  I run my cock over her ass, then bend her at the waist, using her wet pussy as a lubricant to slide inside her.

  “Ohh,” she sighs as I thrust into her, hard, just like she asked.

  I move against her, holding her tits in place as I rock into her, her ass so fucking hot to look as I pound my girl.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” she cries as I fuck her in the dark from behind. She loves it hard and fast, and she loves it when her body is filled so completely. “Oh, Noah, I’m coming so hard.”

  And I am too, Chloe gives me everything when we fuck, her heart and her soul, and I want to give her the fucking world. I love her so damn much.

  I kiss the base of her neck, stilling against her as we catch our breath. She is so damn beautiful to hold.

  As I finish, Enzo and Ethan find us. I pull from Chloe and step away, both of us pulling on our clothes.

  “I’m so happy you are having a good day, bella,” Enzo says, pulling Chloe toward him. She kisses him softly, and I love that we can all offer Chloe fulfillment of her different needs. Together we can give her the world.