The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

“God…Wyatt…” I mumbled.

“You feel good, don’t you?” he teased, his thumb massaging my clit with small circles.

When he replaced his thumb with his tongue, he dragged it up and down from my clit to my ass, setting me on fire with almost more sensation than I could handle. I twisted and thrashed under him, bucking my hips against his face for more.

I was turning into a greedy little bitch, wasn’t I?

His hands reached under me to clutch my ass and he lapped at my aching pussy, driving his tongue as deep inside me as he could. First, my head was spinning, and then it was the entire room. I clawed at the bed for purchase and for the leverage I wanted in order to buck harder against his attentions.

He hopped off the bed, and while I was too twisted up to even lift my head to see what he was doing, I heard a belt come undone, a zipper open, and a tangle of clothing being kicked aside. I managed to peel my eyes open in time to see him climb back between my legs and stroke the thick shaft of his cock. Precum had beaded at the tip. I was dying for a taste, but was too weak to push myself up to my elbows.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked in a croaky voice.

“Yeah, baby,” he said, waving around what he already had in his hand. He split open the wrapper and began to unroll it over his length.

His mouth returned to mine, kissing and nibbling my lips, as his cock bounced against my opening. He spread my pussy with one hand and centered his erection, stroking himself while he eased just inside.

I took a deep breath to relax, and he entered me further.

“You okay?” he asked, his gaze burning into my eyes.

God, I felt so connected to him at that moment. It was all so intimate but also sexy as fuck. He stretched my lips wide, driving every inch of his hard dick inside me.

We groaned together, my hands reaching for his ass to pull him closer. He pulled out before plunging back in, holding the sides of my face, brushing my lips, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Oh…oh…god, I’m coming. Yeah, Wyatt, I’m coming…” I called.

His cock continued to piston me, hitting my insides with perfection, his shaft grinding on my clit with every drive. The room spun around me again, and his cock growing even harder. Another stroke and he groaned against my ear, pulling me closer. I clenched around him, moaning and gasping for breath, and we came together.

I was only barely aware of him tucking me into bed under the fluffy down comforter and turning out the lights. He spooned me from behind, sprinkling kisses on my neck and holding me tightly.

All I could think about was how secure I felt with him—and all the guys—as my eyes fluttered closed ‘til the next morning.

Chapter 24

CARTER

Jayma had told me she’d planned to leave work early that day to make good on her promise of serving the guys and me a big family dinner. I had to say, I was psyched at the idea of coming home from work to a house filled with the smells of delicious home cooked food, and even more so, to find a beautiful woman in my kitchen. I’d even bought her a frilly apron to wear. I hoped to see her in it, wearing nothing else, at some point.

But there

was plenty of time for that. At least, I hoped there was.

I’d been in traffic over an hour, coming from the home of one of my dad’s very first clients. Mrs. Basket must have been pushing ninety, but she was a tough old girl. Her roof had had a leak, and she called, ready to rip me a new asshole about how “today’s youth don’t know how to do anything right.” I explained that her roof was going on thirty years old, and that most roofs lasted only twenty-five if you were lucky. To have one small leak was actually pretty good.

She just scowled at me but gave me half a cake as I was going out the door. The woman cracked me up.

This was my last job before I took a few days to work exclusively on Jayma’s house. I’d lined up a couple of my crew, and with Wyatt on the plumbing, and Dig and Tanner on point to do whatever they could, we were in good shape to get the work done well, and done quickly.

The question was, would it be quick enough for the bank? I wasn’t so sure about that.

But it was worth a try.

When I pulled into my driveway, I figured I was the last to be arriving, because the house was lit up like a Christmas tree. And just as I’d hoped, the place smelled amazing once I was inside.

It was funny to walk into my home, a place I’d lived alone for a hell of a long time, and find it full of people laughing and having a good time. But I liked it. I really did. It was like coming home to family. It felt warm. And it felt good.

“Hey guys,” I said, inching through the three others to get to Jayma. “Hey beautiful.” I ran a hand over her ass and planted a big one on her lips.