10 MEN: A MEGA MENAGE REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE (HUGE SERIES Book 7) Read online

  “Is it working?” he asks with a voice that sounds a little huskier than it did before.

  I nod, seemingly unable to formulate a sentence. My mouth is so dry.

  “That’s good.” His hands have stopped moving. They’re just there, wrapped around my upper thigh, their warmth seeping through the fabric of jeans and onto my skin.

  I nod again, feeling ridiculous. He chews his bottom lip, his eyes focused on my mouth and I think he must be feeling what I’m feeling. You’d have to be dead not to notice this energy. . .this connection.

  “Laura,” he says softly. My traitorous hand seems to move of its own volition and gently touches his fingers. His eyes flick down, and his chest heaves. Then, before I have a chance to think any more about how wrong this is, how stupid, his lips are on mine.

  My heart surges at the kiss. It’s slow and sensual for a second, but then it’s as though everything between us ignites. He feels so good, the slide of his tongue against mine so explicit it makes me moan.

  I take hold of his shirt, as my mind scrambles to process what is going on between us.

  Am I really doing this? After telling my mom that the plan is ridiculous and that these men are off limits because they’re going to be my stepbrothers. After stressing and crying at the situation. After hearing how Grant isn’t interested in the plan at all.

  Yes, I am, because in the moment nothing else seems to matter enough to stop.

  Grant’s hand finds my breast and squeezes with the perfect amount of pressure. My bra is thin and so is my shirt, so his thumb easily finds the bump of my nipple and gently strokes it. Oh god. He’s really good at that. Really good. I don’t know what to concentrate on; the delicious slide of his tongue or the pressure of that thumb. I want to moan but I’m so conscious of what we’re doing and how fast it is.

  As if he can feel my uncertainty, he pulls back and cups my cheek.

  “I wasn’t expecting that,” he says. His eyes are filled with intensity and I just don’t want to break the moment. If I start talking now, I’m going to start thinking and then I’m going to acknowledge what a terrible idea this is, so instead I lean forward and kiss him again and it’s all the encouragement that he needs.

  What started slowly progresses a whole lot faster when I let my hands roam Grant’s chest until they find their way under the hem of his gray sweatshirt and make contact with his hot, smooth skin. He doesn’t waste any time doing the same until his hand is filled with my naked breast, bra tugged down in the roughest, rudest way I’ve ever been unclothed.

  Oh god, the heat of him is too much. My leg is hurting but it doesn’t prevent me from shifting forward so that I can get closer to him. I’m eager and greedy and I want to see the amazing body that I can feel under his sweater.

  “Take it off,” I tell him, and he removes his shirt in the best way. You know the way guys in films just yank with one hand in a way that says S. E. X.

  And that’s when I get to see my first McGregor brother up close and personal.

  He’s tan, and perfectly defined as though he works out on the regular and eats really clean. It’s the kind of body that gets featured on all my favorite kind of books; chiseled and sexy as hell. I just gawp at him as he looks down at me like I’m a feast he wants to devour.

  Damn, I want him to eat me.

  Those lips would feel so soft. That tongue would slide and flick perfectly against my clit. It’s been way too long since I had an orgasm and that’s probably half of why I’m acting so foolishly and with so little care about the consequences.

  His smoky gray eyes fix on my belt as though he’s thinking exactly the same thing.

  “I think we need to head to the bedroom where we don’t have an audience,” he grins.

  Killer whines from the corner and we both erupt into laughter again. He might only be a dog but getting sexy in front of him would still be very weird.

  “You might have to carry me again,” I say, stretching my arms towards him.

  “I think it might be a good idea for you to test your leg out. I’d like to make sure I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Grant stands and puts his hand out to take hold of mine. I shift to the edge of the sofa and put my weight to stand on my good leg, gingerly placing the foot of my injured one to the floor. It still hurts but not as badly as before.

  “Think you can walk on it?” he asks me and I nod.

  “Good,” he says, sweeping me up into his arms again and laughing.

  “I thought I was walking?”

  “Nah. I just wanted to check you were in good enough health for what I’m planning to do to you.”

  My insides turn to jelly at the cheekiness of his grin and my heart surges. Am I ready for this? Getting frisky on the sofa is one thing but where we’re going is now layered with more intention.

  He carries me as though I weigh nothing and in his bedroom, he rests me down on the bed carefully and I gaze around at this place that Grant calls home. It’s decorated in the same style as the den, with dark wood and manly fabrics. It’s warm and rugged, exactly like the man who sleeps here every night and it smells good of him, too.

  “I think it’s time you lost some clothes,” he says softly, beginning to unthread his belt and unbutton his jeans. I swear my heart almost stops beating as he strips away the layers until he’s standing before me in just his boxers. Damn, he’s turned on and I’m still almost completely dressed. His hand goes to his cock, taking hold of it and squeezing.

  I start to unbutton my blouse, watching his hand moving ever so slightly. He’s teasing himself while I get undressed, eyes watching for every new bit of skin I reveal.

  “And the jeans,” he says with a demanding edge to his voice. I do as he did and unclip my belt. I take my time and he’s too impatient to wait. In a flash he’s there, rough fingers, tugging down the zipper and then the jeans, until I’m left in my simple bra and panties. He buries his face between my breasts, inhaling deeply, then he presses a soft trail of kisses from down my stomach to the top of my panties. The heat of his breath warms my clit.

  “You smell so good,” he says, breathing in deeply again. I’m not used to hearing that kind of thing. Ollie wasn’t exactly the most vocal during sex and it was always pretty much the same silent routine. I can tell already that Grant is so much more experienced.

  His fingers hook into the edges of the pink fabric and his eyes find mine, a final check that I’m okay with him getting me naked.

  I know how impetuous and stupid this is but I’m too damn horny to turn back and in a way it seems funny as hell to me that I’m about to get physical with the one brother who wasn’t interested in auditioning me for marriage!

  I unhook the clips of my bra just to let him know exactly how ready I am for him and his eyelids immediately go heavy at the sight of my breasts.

  I know I’m being stupid. Having sex with Grant should not be top of my to-do list right now but he looks so good, the muscles of his shoulders rippling as he settles between my legs. I hold my breath, waiting to feel his tongue but instead he takes hold of my ankles and forces my legs up, spreading me open even more.

  “That’s better,” he says. I rise up, resting on my elbows and he looks up at me with a grin. “I like to see what I’m working with.”

  “Is it work?”

  “The best kind,” he laughs. He slides his hand over my stomach to the middle of my breasts and presses down. “Lay back. Relax.”

  “Don’t work so well with an audience?”

  “I work well in any circumstance when it comes to eating pussy, but I think you’ll enjoy it better if you close your eyes and trust me.”

  Trust.

  That’s a big thing to give over when you’ve known someone for such a short space of time. Would I trust someone to drive my car after spending three hours with them? Would I trust them to hold my credit cards? No. But for some reason we can find it easier to trust them with our bodies, and maybe with our hearts.

  I k
now what I’m like. I don’t generally do casual sex because my heart always ends up invested. I think that’s where men and women differ the most.

  I lay back, taking a deep breath and try to let the tension leave my body. I let my legs go slack and it’s then that Grant takes his first lick.

  Oh.

  The sensation is toe curling. It’s gentle; tiny little flicks that set all my nerve endings on fire. My hips rise, seeking more and he places his hand on my stomach to still me.

  “Slowly,” he murmurs against my pussy. “There’s no rushing here.”

  And he’s right. There’s no one waiting on me. Nothing I need to do today. No reason to hurry, so I let him take his time. I let him eat me as though he’s savoring the most delicious food at a Michelin Star restaurant. I let my mind wander as he strokes his tongue between my legs, uses his fingers to bring me so close to orgasm that my whole body twitches.

  This man knows women, that much I can tell. He doesn’t need to ask me what feels good, he just does it and he’s in no hurry. He takes me close three times before I’m begging.

  “Please…” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Let me…”

  I don’t have time to say the word ‘come’ before I do. I think he was waiting for me to plead with him before he tapped my clit with his finger and turned me into a moaning, writhing wreck of a woman. I think I leave my body because I don’t remember him climbing up and over me. When I come around, his face is buried in my neck, his hand on my breast, his cock resting heavy against my pussy.

  “That’s my girl,” he says and I can tell he’s smiling. Grant has a right to be cocky. He’s pretty damn spectacular at that.

  “I…I..”

  “Speechless,” he laughs. “My work here is done.”

  Grant starts to roll away from me as though he’s going to leave the bed and I grab hold of him, holding him tight, even though I know he’s only joking.

  “You’re going nowhere!”

  “You want more?” he gasps. “So greedy!”

  I scowl because what happens next is more about him than it is about me. I’ve never found it easy to come during sex but I want him to feel the pleasure he’s already given me. I want to make him a quivering, pleading wreck, too, so I don’t correct him.

  He doesn’t put up any further resistance, though. His hand darts out to his nightstand, and he rummages around for a condom.

  “I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “And clean.” I know because I got checked out after Ollie.

  “Better safe than sorry,” he says, holding the foil pack and smiling. “For a moment I thought I was going to come up empty handed. It’s been a while since I needed these.”

  There’s a moment between us where Grant gazes down at me and I’m worried he’s going to pull back. Is he remembering the last time he was with his girlfriend? Is this going to get awkward? I don’t want it to. I really want the more that comes next and I know he needs it, probably a whole lot more than me.

  “You going to wrap it then?” I smile and look down at his cock, taking in the size of it. Damn! He has a whole lot to wrap.

  “Yes, ma’am!” He kneels between my legs, tearing open the condom with his teeth and rolling the latex down the tower of his cock with a speed that I marvel at. This point in proceedings is often not that sexy – an interruption to the main event – but watching Grant get himself ready for me is arousing enough for my eyes to widen. His thighs are thick, his abs crunched into a six-pack that would have most men weeping in jealousy over. His hair flops forward a little, and I get an urge to ruffle it like he’s a little boy. In the low light of the room, he looks almost black and white, like a photography model in a coffee table book. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this but I’m going to relish every moment.

  When he’s done, his eyes meet mine. “I wasn’t expecting this,” he says, resting his hand on my right thigh. Even this aroused, he’s still conscious of my pain.

  “I know,” I say. “Me either.”

  “But it feels right.”

  I nod because it does. There’s no awkwardness at all.

  “You want this?” he asks me. He’s holding his cock, stroking it slowly.

  “I do,” I say and he grins, climbing back over me and kissing me deeply. There’s a sweetness to Grant that has my heart swelling. An emotional vulnerability that makes me feel connected to him more than I should. His hand smoothes my hair, thumbs grazing my cheekbones. We move as one, with a synchronicity that makes this whole thing feel so right.

  His legs nudge mine wider, the hardness of his cock grinding against my clit. I want to feel him push inside me but he’s still in no hurry.

  “You feel good,” he says, squeezing my breast and leaning down to take my nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, nibbling and flicking until I’m writhing.

  “Now, Grant,” I say, not caring that I sound desperate. His eyes find mine and they are filled with laughter and emotion.

  “Am I making you wait too long?”

  “Just a little bit.”

  “I don’t like to be rushed, baby,” he says. “I like to take my time.”

  “You can take your time when you’re inside me,” I say, tugging at his hips. His ass is like a rock beneath my palm and it flexes as he adjusts. The pressure of his cock at my entrance has my heart skipping. This is it. The moment before. When we’ve done this there is no going back.

  Grant is going to be my stepbrother in a few months and this is going to change how we see each other forever.

  For a fraction of a second I want to ask him if he’s worried about it, too. I know he doesn’t agree with his father’s plan so maybe this is about rebellion for him. I think there is a hint of rebellion in me, too.

  Rebellion can be a dangerous action but I can’t regret this when it feels so good. . .so right. He nudges inside me just a little and I gasp. His cock is so thick and the stretching so good that I open my legs wider, wanting him deeper. He really doesn’t like to be rushed, though. He enters me so slowly that I’m dripping by the time he’s all the way inside. Dripping and quivering.

  “Oh god,” I gasp as he takes hold of my hands and holds them above my head.

  “You like a man to be in charge,” he says, nibbling on my lip. “You’ve got a bit of a sass mouth but this is what you really like.”

  Grant starts to move and it’s slow and steady. He grips my wrists just tight enough that I can’t let go and he’s right. I do love feeling powerless. I love knowing he is completely in control. It’s when I feel safest. I wonder if his animal-whisper ways are what gives him that extra perception around people. It’s a bit unnerving for someone to know something about you that you haven’t told them directly and within such a short space of time.

  He kisses my lips, sliding his tongue over mine in the same rhythm as his cock and it’s bliss to be so overwhelmed with sensation. I move my hips, grinding against him until I’m panting. I didn’t know sex could be like this. I didn’t know it was possible for me to feel frantic and desperate and possessed and it’s an awakening of sorts. I let go of all my inhibitions and get lost in the moment; the smell of him, the taste of him, the low rumbling groan he makes as he gets closer. I notice the swell of his cock too, the increased pace of his hips as he chases his pleasure. I feel my hips straining for more contact because I’m close; closer than I’ve ever been to coming during penetrative sex.

  Is it possible? Could I come this way?

  “Fuck,” Grant hisses. “Your pussy feels so…”

  I don’t hear him finish his sentence, though. There’s a loud moan that obliterates his words. A loud moan coming from my mouth. I’m coming. It’s like the crack of a whip in its speed and intensity. My mind seems to stop as my body takes over, going completely rigid. Grant doesn’t stop moving, his hips pounding into me, his eyes squeezed tightly closed. I watch his face as he comes, the release relaxing all his facial features until his looks completely serene. His cheeks flush with pleasure, his c
hest heaves with exertion. There’s so much beauty in his surrender that I want to cry.

  What would it be like to love Grant and be loved by him?

  Passionate. All-consuming. Yes. Gentle and kind. Definitely.

  He has everything a woman could want and I’ve gotten to see it all so fast.

  I lay beneath him reveling in what has been but already yearning for what will never be.

  This is it for us. A stolen night between two souls who needed what the other could give in the moment.

  When the sun comes up I have to leave the warmth of Grant’s arms and face what the world is about to throw in my direction.

  A ridiculous plan.

  Ten men.

  It’s so stupid but it’s enough to make me run.

  One night in the McGregor mansion. One night with an amazing man.

  One night that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

  A life that’s about to take a whole new and unexpected path.

  7

  I don’t have to do the walk of shame because it’s 5 am by the time I find some sense in my head and prepare tell Grant I need to get back to my own room. I can just imagine what Mom would think if she saw me now. All my protestations about the ‘plan’ would seem pretty hollow at this point. I slide on my clothes, perching on the edge of his bed, listening to his soft breathing. In the low light, with a sheet tangled over his hips and legs, he looks almost ethereal. I can’t help but smile goofily because I know what my friends would do if they could see me now. They’d be squealing like crazy!

  I feel awkward waking him but the alternative is to risk going back to the house with my rumpled hair in yesterday’s clothes and a beet red face. I pat his arm gently and whisper his name and he stirs, opening his eyes that are still dreamy with sleep.

  “Hey,” I say.

  He smiles slowly, the realization that I’m in his bedroom and what we did showing in his satisfied expression.

  “What time is it?” he asks.

  “The crack of dawn.”

  “You thinking about leaving me?”