Her Silver Fox Mountain Men (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 21

21

Elise

A couple of days later, I’m in the den watching the sun set over the mountain ridge. It will turn bright pink before dissolving into a deep purple then dark blue before settling into black. Soon, a blanket of stars will be sprinkled across the sky. If there’s one thing I know I’m going to miss about this place, it’s the view from James’s den.

My phone pings, interrupting my sky gazing.

It’s Janice. She sent a photo of the girls. Tricia and Ainsley are having a sleepover with Janice’s great-nieces. They’re rarely in town, but when they do come around, Janice makes sure that the girls have a slumber party at her place. A bit of bonding time between the four adorable munchkins means we have the house to ourselves.

“Would you like some?” James asks me.

“Huh?”

I turn my head to find him in the doorway, two glasses and a bottle of unopened wine in hand. He looks dashing as always, clad in his usual jeans and plaid shirt, his beard a tad scruffier that usual. It’s been a hard day for him and the guys, having spent most of it chopping wood for the winter.

“Oh, no thank you, I don’t really feel like it tonight,” I say politely.

My heart skips a few beats when I’m reminded of why I’m depriving myself of what looks like a smooth and robust Cabernet. James smiles softly then sets both glasses and the bottle on the table before joining me on the sofa. He smells like a god of the forest, hints of pine and leaves lingering on his clothes.

“You haven’t been yourself lately,” James says, nuzzling my cheek.

I giggle as his arms come around my waist. “It’s nothing serious. The changing of the seasons always means new vibes kicking in, that’s all.”

“At the risk of sounding like a broken record, you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Looking into his deep green eyes, I feel at home. I feel safe. I don’t want to lose those feelings, though I’ve spent the past few days preparing for something that will cause me to do just that. “I know,” I tell him. “And I promise you’ll be the first person I reach out to but there’s nothing wrong. I’m just trying to wrap my head around what’s happening between the four of us. I don’t want to ask the dreaded question, but I do wonder—”

“What we are, exactly?” he gets straight to the point.

It makes me laugh. “Yeah.”

“The million-dollar question.”

“I don’t want to put pressure on anyone—not you, not Oliver, certainly not Roman. I just wonder sometimes where all this will lead,” I say.

“Honestly, it’ll lead wherever you want it to lead,” James replies, and plants a sweet kiss on my cheek. I melt into him. “I’m open to more, and I know Oliver and Roman are, too. I thought we made that clear not too long ago.”

“Hm. It was more a question of how far I was willing to take it, right?”

“Pretty much.”

“A relationship between the four of us,” I muse aloud. “How would that work in the long term?”

He ponders the question, briefly gazing out the window. Outside, it’s an endless splash of dark reds and purples in the sky, brown, yellow and orange leaves, and a sea of evergreens, as far as the eye can see.

“You’d be with all of us,” James replies. “It’s completely up to you how time is spent with us, whether it’s with one, two, or all three of us, much like we’ve done up to this point. You’d never do without. We’d look after you, provide for you in whatever ways you need. We’d be together, like we are now, committed to you and only you.”

I chuckle softly. “Lord knows having the three of you, I would never even entertain the idea of being with anyone else. Hell, even just one of you would be more than enough. It feels overwhelming at times.”

“I bet it does. And whenever it gets to be too much, please tell us so that we can give you the space you need,” he says. “We respect your boundaries, just as you respect ours.”

“What about having children? A family?”

He gives me a curious look, his gaze softening. “Do you want children of your own, Elise?”

“Someday, yeah.” Someday is coming sooner rather than later, whether I want it to or not, but that’s a topic for another day. “Though, technically speaking, you already have a family.”

“Yes, but I understand you wanting children of your own.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m head over heels with Tricia and Ainsley. I could easily love them as though they were my own.”

“I know. It shows every minute that you’re with them.”

My heart fills with warmth and hope fueled by a fierce desire to move away from my past, to build something permanent. I fear I’ve simply been trying to outrun my shadow this whole time.

“All of that sounds nice,” I whisper, resting my head on his chest.

“We could make it happen.”

“Let’s start right now,” I say, choosing to ignore recent events. I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to stick around and it’ll break my heart to leave. It’ll break their hearts, too. I might as well make the most of what we have.

“What do you mean?”

I sit up and straddle him, eagerly wrapping my arms around his strong neck as I pull him into a hungry, desperate kiss. “Let’s keep going and don’t look back,” I whisper, my lips brushing over his. His cock stirs between my legs, and I inwardly curse the layers of fabric between us.

James doesn’t need to be told twice. He slips his hands beneath my ass and raises me with him as he gets up, carrying me into the living room. As evening settles over the mountain ridge, our clothes end up on the floor. We kiss like maniacs, feverish and ravenous for one another.

I let my fingers run over the hair that covers his broad, muscular chest. I trace the scars, the marks of battles fought that he brought home from the service. Each tells a story, though he hasn’t been very open with that particular chapter of his past. I stop to better explore one specific scar, just below his rib.

“Where’d you get this one?” I ask quietly.

“Kosovo,” he says, his chest rising and falling with each deep inhale.

“I hope you’ll be able to tell me about it someday.”

“I’ll tell you everything, Elise. But these are long ugly stories best told over a glass of wine or ten,” he smiles and pulls me into another kiss.

His naked body is glued to mine, my breasts squished against his sculpted torso. His heartbeat echoes my own, frantic and accelerating as his erection nestles against the hot junction of my thighs. Liquid arousal trickles from my folds, my core tightening, aching to be filled beyond its limits.

“Turn around, baby,” James demands, and I gleefully oblige.

He bends me over and parts my legs, one hand eagerly and mercilessly slapping my ass.

I whimper and shudder, turned on and then some as the delicious sting travels through my whole body. “I need you inside me, James, right now.”

“My pleasure,” he growls, the tip of his cock already probing my entrance.

A split second later, he spears me with his full, thick length, biting into my shoulder at the same time. He’s got one arm around my waist, keeping me in place as he fucks me hard and deep.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out when his hand moves downward and slips between my legs, finding my clit swollen and desperate for release.

Just then, the front door opens.

We both freeze. I clench myself tightly around his cock as we hear Roman and Oliver come in. The mood instantly shifts into a smoldering vibe of greater want and desire. James starts moving again, pounding into me while flicking my tender nub until I come, my body quivering as he slaps my ass, fucking me until I lose my breath altogether.

Oliver stands in the living room doorway, slowly removing his clothes as he watches us.

“You started without us,” Roman mutters as he slips out of his boots and jeans. The jacket and shirt soon follow. “Not fair.”

“Come here, baby,” I tell him, reaching out my arm.

He smiles like the blue-eyed devil that he is before walking over and offering me his swollen, hard-as-a-rock member, which I welcome with widely parted lips.

James pumps me full of his seed, grunting like a beast and splitting me in half as he gives me everything he’s got. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls as he sees me sucking Roman off with insatiable hunger.

I taste the precum on my tongue, accompanied by frantic pulses running along his shaft. Roman holds my head with both hands and deep throats me into the next world while Oliver takes James’s place. James sits on the sofa, lovingly watching as Oliver and Roman fuck me.

Harder.

Deeper.

Faster.

Oliver stretches me in the best way without a shred of mercy, fingers digging into my hips.

James fumbles through his jacket, which had been left on the sofa’s armrest, then tosses an object to Oliver who catches it with one hand. “I want us to try this,” he says. “I was going to wait for the two of you to get here, but our Elise had quite the appetite.”

“I can tell. She’s so fucking wet and hot,” Oliver replies, still ramming into me. I feel like I’m going to explode.

I glance back to see what James tossed to Oliver, all while holding the base of Roman’s cock with tightly gripping fingers. “What is that?” I mumble.

“A toy I figured you might enjoy,” James says then looks at Oliver. “Turn it all the way up.”

It’s shaped like a ring, made of bright pink silicone.

I hear it turn on.

“Oh, yes,” I moan, realizing it’s a vibrator. The kind that can send me into the next world at any given moment. “Yes, please.”

Oliver chuckles, placing the vibrator in between my legs. As soon as the device touches my clit, all bets are off.

James is hard again, stroking himself but content with enjoying the show while Roman slides back into my mouth. I look up and lose myself in the dark pools of his eyes as Oliver fucks me, the vibrator making my core tighten into the sweetest kind of tension.

I relax the back of my throat to take all of Roman in as he goes faster, tears streaming down my cheeks in complete and utter abandonment.

“Come for me, Elise,” Oliver growls and goes even harder.

I’m taking it all like a good girl until the vibrator finally makes me snap. I let go, my screams of sheer ecstasy muffled by Roman’s throbbing cock. I explode all over Oliver as he pumps everything he has into me.

My knees give out, but Oliver holds me up, refusing to pull the vibrator away from my clit until every drop of my orgasm is squeezed out. It feels so damn good, I don’t know if I want him to ever stop. Every thrust sets my nerve endings ablaze as I swallow Roman’s hot, salty load.

“All of it,” Oliver demands. “Give me all of it, baby.”

And just like that, a third orgasm catches up with me, the vibrator forcing me to come again. I release a scream of unabashed pleasure as Roman pulls out and holds me close and Oliver gives me the last of his thrusts.

James gets up, hard and ready to go again. “It’s gonna be another long night, baby.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I manage as I welcome him back in my arms.

They shower me with wet kisses and tenderly hold and caress me as I come down from my own slice of spicy heaven. They take good care of me all through the night, delighted by the astonishing effect that the vibrator has on me.

Come morning, my muscles feel soft, my bones made of jelly. We were up most of the night, putting that toy to work, over and over again.

This is all too beautiful, too intense. It scares and exhilarates me at the same time.

Noon finds us downstairs in the kitchen, doe-eyed with each other as James pours freshly brewed coffee into each of our cups. I politely refuse, choosing to make some jasmine tea instead. It immediately captures their attention.

“Since when do you say no to coffee?” Oliver asks, looking particularly delicious in his grey sweatshirt and lounge pants, his blonde hair a tousled mess.

“I’m changing things up a bit,” I reply with a casual shrug.

Roman kisses my cheek as he puts an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him as soon as I sit down at the breakfast table. “Hungry?”

“Famished,” I reply.

“I’ll whip something up,” James says. “It’s my turn anyway.”

“This feels nice,” I tell the guys with a warm smile. “Sitting here, without a care in the world. Well, not literally without a care in the world but—”

“I get you,” Roman chuckles. “It is nice. We’d certainly like it if every day were like this. Speaking of that, Janice is keeping the girls until tomorrow. Tricia and Ainsley teamed up with her great-nieces for another movie night, so we were thinking…”

“You were thinking we could do a movie night, too?” I shoot back.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m only on shift at the diner for four hours today. I clock in at three and get out at seven,” I say.

“I’ll have the popcorn ready by the time you walk through the door,” James says, adding crispy bacon to a large egg platter before grating plenty of fresh Parmesan on top. Oliver cuts up a loaf of sourdough into generous slices for the bread basket.

It’s a pleasure watching these three in the kitchen. They’re perfectly coordinated and remarkably efficient. “I would imagine raising Tricia and Ainsley is part of the reason why you’re all so good with this meal prep and service thing,” I say, chuckling softly.

“We handled our crew’s meals when we were in the Army. We learned most of the basics there. Then, when Oliver and Roman moved in to help me with the girls, we sort of fine-tuned the process to what you see today.”

“Give us a couple of more years and we’ll be able to offer the full Michelin-starred experience,” Oliver quips as he brings the bread over.

Roman leans in, playfully nibbling on my ear. “Hot shower after this hefty brunch?”

“That sounds heavenly.” I quiver as his lips cause tiny fires to burst across my skin. Their effect on me is always so immediate, so intense.

A sudden knock on the front door followed by the doorbell reverberates through the entire house.

James frowns, exchanging glances with Oliver and Roman. “Are we expecting anything? Or anyone?” he asks, eliciting head shakes from both. He looks at me next, but my answer is also a subtle no.

He walks out of the kitchen.

The three of us listen quietly, though only murmured voices reach us before we hear the front door close with a resounding thud. A half minute later, James comes back in with a massive wicker basket filled with an assortment of late summer and autumn flowers—crimson red gladiolus, sunny yellow chrysanthemums and a generous row of white snapdragons surrounding the central composition.

“These came here for you,” James says, setting the basket on the table right in front of me, a frown etched across his face. My heart stops.

Fear and something darker, colder, moves through me as I stare at the arrangement with wide, frightened eyes. There’s no note this time around, but deep down I know who sent them.

“Who would be sending you flowers to this address?” Roman asks.

All three watch me closely, analyzing my expression while my brain works overtime to keep my response under control.

Do not tell them, Elise. This is your problem, your past, not theirs. This is not their concern.

“I have no idea,” I mumble.

“Are you sure?” James asks.

“I honestly don’t know. Who delivered them?”

“One of Shauna’s couriers. I’m familiar with the kid. He showed me the delivery note, and it had your full name on it.”

There it is. A tiny opening. Also my opportunity to cling to the false hope that maybe, just maybe, this isn’t Igor’s doing after all.

“Maybe Shauna sent them just to mess with us,” I suggest. “From what you’ve told me about her, and from what I’ve seen as well, she strikes me as the bitter, vindictive type. It’s easy to stir up trouble like this when you own a flower shop, wouldn’t you agree?”

“She knows better than to try something like this,” Roman scoffs.

Oliver gives him a doubtful look. “Does she, though? Know better?”

“It could also be from one of the clients at the diner. A few of them are aware that you guys are hosting me here until Mr. Ronald finishes the repairs at my place. It was never really a state secret, not in this small town,” I say.

“You look pale,” James remarks, giving me a worried look.

“I’m just weirded out,” I mutter, trying to brush it off. “Whoever sent this, it’s creepy.”

“I’ll find out,” James replies, reaching for his phone. “I’ll give Shauna a call and settle this one way or another.”

“They’re addressed to me. I should be the one to make the inquiries.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

I nod once with confidence. “I’ve got this.”