Protecting Our Virgin: A Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  Today it’s not just the guys that I’m cooking for. I want to make something special for Chloe. Last night before we found her, she’d been through the wringer, and I want to give her a nourishing meal to let her know that we want to take care of her as well as make love to her.

  She’s gorgeous. Every damn thing about her. She’s got long brown hair, a narrow waist, a perfect pair of tits, and a nice bump to her ass that I want to squeeze. Damn, all I want to do is grind myself against her. But she’s a virgin, and the last thing I want to do is scare someone as perfect as her away.

  And, to be honest, I’m a little scared she’s going to wake up this morning having made a decision I’m not going to be happy about.

  Ethan told her to sleep on it. ‘It’ being the possibility of her being our lover. All four of ours.

  Fuck, some guys might think it’s creepy to share one woman, but there’s also something fucking amazing about the idea. A woman who wants to take care of us in each of our unique ways, and each of us giving her the thing she craves.

  In fact, it might just be the most perfect set up ever.

  Besides, any guy who might rip on this potential arrangement hasn’t seen Chloe.

  They haven’t seen her on her knees with four cocks bumping against her face. Those guys haven’t watched her open her mouth to catch our come, licking it away, swallowing it with a smile on her angelic face.

  God, I’m getting hard just thinking about it and I’m going to overcook these fucking egg whites.

  I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts but it’s impossible, all I can think about is what Chloe might look like with that sun dress off, her creamy skin untouched, innocent, and pure. Don’t even get me started on her cunt.

  I imagine it being so nice and tight. So fucking ready.

  I thought about it all night, dreamt about it all night long.

  Jacked off so many times last night, it’s amazing that I can still get it up.

  But here I am flipping bacon, thinking about her pussy again with a full hard on.

  Nice.

  Getting in the ocean today is gonna feel good, the salty air and the crashing waves will wash away any ideas about fucking Chloe. Even if she does agree to stay, there’s no guarantee she’s gonna be ready to give up her V-card anytime soon.

  Which is fine. We don’t need her just for sex, though, of course, I’m sure we’d all agree that we’d like that just fine. We also want to be a safe place for Chloe to stay until that asshole Jordan is off the island.

  Just as the coffee finishes brewing and I’ve sliced up fresh papaya and pineapple, the guys bound into the kitchen as if on cue. There are eggs, turkey bacon, and roasted potatoes ready too. When Noah and Enzo each reach for their plates, I push them away.

  “Ladies first,” I tell them.

  Noah looks around. “I think she’s still sleeping.”

  Enzo smiles. “Well, I have no problem waking her up. Give her a little morning—”

  Just then, Chloe walks into the kitchen. “A little morning what exactly, Enzo?” she asks, smirking.

  Enzo, usually such a suave romantic, blushes at having been caught talking about Chloe.

  Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Enzo flustered in my entire life, at least never with a woman around. And I’ve known him since we were kids.

  “Give you a little morning kiss,” he says, returning to his usual calm and collected self, and walking over to her, brushing her hair away from her neck. He plants a kiss on her collarbone, her chin, her lips. “Morning, sweetheart.”

  Ethan, Noah and I watch the exchange, and none of us appear jealous, I certainly am not. It’s just that these may be our last moments with her. I’d hate to waste any of them not lavishing her with the attention she deserves.

  Besides, my mind isn’t on Enzo and where his mouth is. I want to know if she made up her mind.

  “I made breakfast. Help yourself,” I tell her, pouring her a cup of coffee. “Do you take it with anything, milk or sweetener?”

  Her eyes light up at the proffered mug.

  “Both,” she says. “I like it both creamy and sweet.”

  I swear to God, I see Noah adjust himself, her words turning everyone in this room on.

  I’m glad none of us share a bedroom because I’m guessing everyone was getting off last night.

  And by the way Chloe looks, a little bit bed-ruffled, I can’t help but wonder if she had the same tormented sleep. If she spent her night pressing her fingers between her pink folds and rubbing her clit, until she came all over her fingers, like a good girl.

  Fuck, I’m so horny for her. Horny for her round tits and her perfect little pussy.

  “Well, we are kind of health freaks here. Let’s see... I have some honey or almond milk.”

  Chloe scrunches up her nose. “Hmmm, I guess I’ll try it with both. Thank you.” She dishes up her food and for a second I wish we weren’t so health conscious. I should have made her carb-laden pancakes. I have the irreverent vision of pouring maple syrup on her titties and licking it off her nipples.

  I gotta get my head on straight.

  We all dish up our food then head out to the veranda so we can soak up the morning rays.

  “So,” she says, facing me. “Tell me why you’re the one who’s making food for everybody else.”

  “I’ve always cooked,” I say, shrugging. “Besides, you’d understand if you saw these jackasses in the kitchen.”

  Noah pipes in, “And he grew up in a big family, five younger brothers and sisters, and his parents both worked a hell of a lot, so he did his best to take care of everybody else.”

  Chloe smiles at this story, and I kinda want to punch Noah for telling it. “Don’t look embarrassed,” Chloe says to me. “It’s actually pretty sweet, and it makes sense as to why you’re so nurturing and caring. You’re used to taking care of people.” She gives me a smile that melts my heart. “Are you close with your family now?”

  I nod. “Yeah, seems like one of my brothers or sisters are always asking me to bail them out of something. But thankfully I’m making good money now and can.”

  Ethan raises a brow—knowing the rest of the story. That my dad is an asshole who constantly calls asking for a money order—using it for getting drunk more often than not these days and forcing my mom to do just about everything to keep their household together. I’ve tried to talk to her about leaving him, but she says she loves him.

  Love like that seems pretty fucked up to me. But what do I know? I’ve never been in love before. Guys like Noah and Enzo are the players in this house.

  Me, I do my best to play by the rules. And Ethan? He’s been burned so many times by his ‘family’ that it would take a special person to open his heart up again. It’s been closed off for so long.

  “You okay, bro?” Noah asks. “Thought we lost ya there for a minute.”

  “I’m here. Just you know, thinking about family back home.”

  The guys share a knowing look, and Chloe must realize it’s not the safest topic because she changes the conversation to something easier.

  “How did you guys all get into extreme sports?”

  As we explain our journeys to becoming an extreme sports team, she seems surprised at how simple our story is. We all come from the same neighborhood, went to school together, and we all were the type of guys who weren’t all that interested in going to college. We spent several years figuring out what it takes to become professional athletes. We worked hard, saved up enough cash to start traveling, and making videos. We’d post them on our MeTube channel, eventually becoming the best that we could be. Millions of views later, we got picked up by a major sponsor.

  “It’s so impressive that you guys just kind of knew what you wanted to do. I still don’t know what I want to do and I finished four years of college.”

  “What did you go to school for?” Enzo asks.

  “Accounting. Boring, right?”

  I smile at her. I can see it. Penc
il in her hair, tight little suit. Damn, there goes my dick again, getting all sorts of ideas about taking her on a desk.

  “It’s also a stable job, and that’s what drew me to it in the first place. I don’t have a family to fall back on. Whatever I do, I knew I’d be doing it alone. So, I wanted a job I could count on. One that if I focused on and took my time with it, I could never mess up.”

  “So, the exact opposite of what we do?” I say. “Hell, we never know if a video is gonna be a bust, or if our sponsor will drop us, or if our brand will become stale.”

  “It can feel like that for sure,” Ethan says. “But we are lucky in that we weren’t in it alone. Even though our families are really different and we all have unique backgrounds, we all got better at our sport by training together.”

  Chloe twists her lip, sitting at the kitchen table with everyone else and eating another bite of eggs. “Yeah, maybe that’s what I was missing. I’ve always been kind of a Lone Ranger. Never really taking risks, because I wouldn’t have anyone else to help me up if I fell. “

  “Why’s that?” I ask, honestly surprised. “You seemed so open minded last night. I’d say that was pretty risky.”

  “Yeah, but maybe that’s just it. Maybe I needed a whole gang of men to help me take a sexual risk. Does that make sense? Like, even with Jordan, I never did anything more with him than kiss. I was scared. Scared of doing it wrong and him thinking I was stupid. But it was less scary with all of us together, if that makes sense. Like, it was less pressure because it wasn’t one-on-one.”

  Ethan nods, looking at his knuckle tattoo. “I know what you mean. Last night the timing was right. You being with us felt right.”

  “Yeah,” she says smiling. “When you’re not flying solo it’s less scary. It’s just good.”

  “So,” Noah starts. “You slept on it, does that mean you’ve decided...?”

  “I decided.” Chloe grins, setting down her fork and looking around the table at us. “Yes. Yes, I want to stay here and see what happens. I feel a connection with each of you, and maybe I’m just horny...” She shakes her head, blushing. “But I also don’t have anything waiting for me back home. So, why am I in a rush to leave something that could potentially be so good?”

  “What do you mean, bella, that you don’t have anything back home?” Enzo asks.

  “I grew up in foster care, and I always lived in college campus housing since I aged out of the system. But I just graduated. So, I don’t have a place to live or even a job lined up.” She runs her hands through her hair. I see the stress on her face as she starts talking about this.

  “Hey, amore, don’t get upset. If you don’t want to talk about it, you don’t have to,” Enzo says gently, resting his hand over hers.

  “No, I want to be honest with you guys. I do have money, not that I can access it right now considering Jordan took my cash and credit cards. But I don’t have to leech off you. I could go back to the States and start my life. It’s just, maybe I don’t need to be in a rush.”

  “Well we’re here for a few more weeks, and I think spending that time with you is a pretty good use of it,” Noah says.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” I confirm.

  “I guess there’s only one thing I’m kind of nervous about,” Chloe says. “I don’t want you guys to think I’m easy. I don’t want you to judge me for what I did last night. Or what we might do today or tomorrow or whenever.”

  “I think we should just keep taking it nice and slow,” I tell her. “I think the fact that you’ve waited 22 years before sleeping with someone means something. I don’t think you should rush it. It would be a lot to take in all at once. Maybe you should get more comfortable with us before we put sex back on the table.”

  She bites her bottom lip and her brows knit together. “You still do want it on the table though, right?”

  “Of course, we do. Hell, I could push all these breakfast plates onto the floor and devour you here and now,” Noah says. “But we also know it will be all that much better if you feel 100% comfortable with each of us first.”

  Enzo adds, “Whenever you’re ready, so are we.”

  “So, how do you propose we get more comfortable with one another?” she asks.

  I raise my eyebrows. “You and I could do something today, I could take you surfing. If we get out on some boards, we’ll be forced to think about something besides sex.”

  “Surfing?” Chloe exclaims. “I don’t know, it seems really hard.”

  “I’m a pro,” I assure her. “A literal professional. I can teach you. What do you say?”

  She grins. “I’m in.”

  Chapter 8

  A few hours later I’m out with Chloe in the ocean, she’s fallen off her board a few dozen times and I patiently helped her get back on, but the truth is: I want to get her down.

  Down in the sand, with nothing on. Because two hours of staring at her bikini-clad body has gotten me hard despite the cold water I’m treading in.

  “I need more core strength,” she says, laughing as she unsuccessfully attempts popping up from the board for the thirtieth time. “And I still can’t believe you are recording my failure.”

  She points to the camera mounted on my helmet, the one I wear for this very reason.

  “Sorry, it’s part of the gig.”

  “It’s fine—so long as you are as good at editing the footage as you are at taking it.”

  I smile, telling her not to worry, I won’t put in anything that is unflattering.

  “I think this next wave is gonna be it,” I tell her. “Focus, Chloe. Focus on getting up on your feet. You got this.”

  She looks over at me apprehensively, her hair wet around her face but her eyes bright with excitement. “I want to get up so badly.”

  “Then let’s do it. Come on, now,” I tell her.

  With our bellies on the boards, we swim out to the gentle wave coming toward us. I call out to her to pop up, as I do, and she does what I say. Her feet wobble on the board, but then—she catches it.

  She rides her wave, screaming as she does. “Mason! Oh my God! Look! I’m doing it! This is amazing.”

  I grin as I watch her little bikini bottoms ride up her butt crack, looking so damn sweet nestled between her round ass cheeks. She complained that the suit didn’t fit her right. It was just an extra suit we found in the pool house from the vacation rental. But I don’t mind that it’s a little tight. Gives me a better visual of her creamy skin.

  We ride the wave to the shore, I stay a few yards behind her. When our feet are firmly planted in the sand, I help her carry her surfboard back to the beach. I drop them both in the sand and then turn to look at her. I smile, but she doesn’t realize what’s happened.

  I’m grateful for the private beach, because if anyone was around I think she’d be a little nervous right now. Self-conscious.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, her face sun-kissed, her legs sandy. She looks so damn beautiful.

  “I think you lost something.”

  She looks down, immediately grabbing hold of her perfect tits.

  Last night while she still wore that sundress I had no idea her breasts were so big, but earlier in the bikini top I had a better idea. Still, nothing compares to this. They are untethered, completely exposed, and I see that they are fucking milk jugs.

  I love breasts like hers; nice, big juicy tits that are so fucking horny for my cock. I know hers are because her nipples are hard. Her breasts are so large she can’t even contain them with her hands.

  “Oh my God, I lost my top.” She looks out toward the ocean, forlorn.

  “It won’t be a problem for me,” I say, pulling her close. She exhales, realizing that the top is long gone and that I have no intention of pulling away from her.

  “You did so well out there today,” I tell her. “You were a natural.”

  “Yeah right, Mason. You’re the natural one. You are flawless on that surfboard. I could watch you up there all
day.” She lets go of her breasts, and feeling them against my bare chest gets me hard as fuck.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, Chloe. Do you not have any idea how fucking hot you are?”

  “Sure, I am,” she says sarcastically.

  “No more self-deprecation, woman,” I tease. “I mean it.” I push her hands away so she can’t try to cover herself. You’re gorgeous. I mean, do you have any idea how perfect your tits are?”

  She shakes her head with her eyes closed. “I feel so exposed.”

  “Is that a bad thing?” I ask.

  “I don’t know,” she says. “Someone might see me and wonder what happened to the other half of my clothing.”

  “Not gonna be a problem here. I brought us to a private beach for a reason, no one can surf here except you and me.”

  “Like, you rented a beach?”

  “When you have enough money, you can rent anything you want. So, yes. This is my private beach for today. When I do videos for the MeTube channel, my sponsor doesn’t want any other labels or billboards or people to be in the footage. Liability bullshit. So, I try to go to secluded places and sometimes I have to pay for them. Which I did today. For you and me.”

  “That makes me feel better,” she tells me as she runs her hands over my abdomen, counting the lines of abs. “I didn’t even know people had ten packs,” she jokes.

  If she’s touching my chest, I’ll reciprocate. I run my hands over her breasts, plucking her hard nipples with my fingers. I watch her sharp intake of breath, the sensation clearly pleasing her. “And I didn’t know virgins had tits that porn stars would get wet for.”

  “You like them?” She looks down at herself. “I’ve never shown them to a man before. I’ve always wondered if they were too big or if my nipples were weird.”

  I have no fucking clue what she’s talking about. “Baby, you must be a virgin for sure, because if any man ever saw your rack, they would have told you they are perfection.”

  She smiles up at me, my words clearly putting her insecurities to rest.

  “I’m glad I’ve been a virgin for so long. It makes being here with you guys so much more special.”