Ice Cold Hearts: A Single Mom, Hockey, Reverse Harem Romance (Forbidden Fantasies)

27. Emily

After no fewer than four stories and one extremely thorough tucking in, Audrey has finally dropped off to sleep. I pop the baby monitor on one of the nightstands and flop back on the giant bed we all share while I’m here.

Emotionally, I’m exhausted. I love my daughter, but I’m looking forward to a time where bedtime isn’t such a long, drawn-out thing. Physically, it’s like my body is vibrating from the force of keeping all this anxious energy inside me. Saying I’d move in with them was basically the same level of commitment as asking them to propose to me. How could I have been so careless?

You haven’t even managed to tell them about Audrey and you’re over here saying you want to move in together some day? What is wrong with you?

My self-imposed deadline is getting closer by the minute, and I’m still being a coward about it. I’m so overwhelmed by the love I have for these men, but I can’t bring myself to admit it to them. If I tell them I love them and then cut off all ties with me once I tell them about Audrey, it would devastate me. If I wait until after I tell them about Audrey and they reject me, they’ll never know how much I care for them. It won’t make saying goodbye easier, but at least I’d get to save face and maybe believe it when I try to convince myself I didn’t really love them later on.

The bedroom door locks with a snick, and now three men are staring at me with such intensity I feel naked.

“So, Ian told me something interesting about what went on when the two of you were in the bathroom together,” Alexei says coldly.

Oh, shit. Ian told them that I was struggling about how to tell them about Audrey’s father, and now they’re going to force it out of me.

I start to sweat and fight the urge to pick my cuticles to shreds.

“Well, I—” I start.

“Save it,” he orders. “Nothing that comes out of that pretty mouth is going to save you now. You were already well overdue for a punishment, and now I hear you told Ian that you had me trained?”

“Isn’t it true?” I say defiantly.

Inside, though, I’m a puddle of relief. I’m not one hundred percent sure how I wanted to tell them, but this certainly isn’t it. Maybe I’ll enjoy this moment with them tonight and go back to myself for being so weak in the morning.

“Kitten, you have thirty seconds to strip then bend over this bed to take your punishment willingly,” he says.

A pleasant tingle runs down my spine.

“And if I don’t want to?” I ask.

“You either use your safe word or face the consequences of disobeying,” he says matter-of-factly. “Your time starts now.”

I slide off the bed and slowly peel off my shirt. My hands slide over my breasts, across my stomach to the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

“Ten seconds, Kitten,” he warns.

Hastily, I shed my pants and socks in a false show of obedience. I feel their eyes on me as I slowly slide one bra strap over my shoulder and then the other like I have all the time in the world.

“Time’s up.” Alexei smirks. “Oliver, Ian, put our pet in her place since she clearly can’t follow directions.”

My heart races as they start toward me. Part of me wants to run just to see what they’d do even though I know it’d be a fruitless attempt. The other part of me is desperate to submit and please them.

I let them take me to the edge of the bed closest to Alexei but resist the gentle push at the small of my back to get me onto the mattress. Warm fingers trace the outline of my shoulder blades while another pair of hands grips my hips, holding me steady.

As soon as I relax into the touch, I’m roughly shoved facedown on the bed.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Such a dirty mouth, Kitten.” Alexei sounds amused. “Now keep her there.”

The hands on my back and my hips disappear as Oliver and Ian appear on either side of me. They each wrap a hand around my wrist and pin my arms to the bed.

“Too tight?” Ian asks, squeezing my wrist gently.

“Tighter,” I plead.

“You heard her,” Alexei says.

I squeeze my legs together in response to the sudden ache I feel in my core at the tightening of their grip. I know it’ll leave bruises, but I don’t care. That’s what bracelets and long sleeves are for.

If this is the last time, I want it to be memorable.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Alexei forces my legs apart. “You didn’t follow directions. You’re not getting anything close to relief until I decide you’ve earned it. Not only did you spread lies about who’s in charge here, but you also tried to stall your punishment by not being where I told you to be.”

Something light and delicate brushes against the back of my legs. It feels so good it almost hurts. I moan as I feel it slide down the length of my spine.

Alexei palms my ass.

“I was going to tear these off you,” he says, running his fingers across the strip of black lace covering me, “But it frames your ass so perfectly, I think we’ll leave them on for now.”

That featherlight sensation is back, brushing over my legs and making them tremble.

A sudden, hard slap on my ass makes me cry out.

“You didn’t think it was going to be all feathers and gentle touches, did you?” Alexei taunts. “You said that you could get me to do whatever you wanted, that you were in charge. You need to answer for that, Kitten.”

He slaps my ass again. My back arches, and I press back against him.

“I’m going to tease you with this feather, with my tongue, with whatever I want, and then, when you’re nice and distracted, I’m going to slap that round ass. You’re not going to know when it’s coming, but you’re going to count them for me like a good girl,” he says.

“And if I don’t?” I ask.

“Then you don’t get to come,” Alexei threatens. “So, are you going to be a good girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I answer.

“Good.” He nods. “Oliver, Ian, keep her distracted for me.”

Ian shifts my hair to the side with his free hand and starts kissing my exposed neck as Oliver cups my breast. He brushes his thumb over my nipple, teasing me. This plus the feather tracing patterns over my skin makes my arms shake. An image of me falling flat on my face into the mattress overwhelms me. I tense up.

“Do you really think we’d let you fall?” Ian whispers, then traces the shell of my ear with the tip of his tongue.

I shake my head.

“I am always going to be here to catch you,” he says. “Let go, and let us take care of you.”

A knife to my heart might have hurt less.

Will he still say that once he knows?

Alexei slaps my ass hard, scattering the thoughts in my mind.

“One,” I gasp.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He pushes my legs further apart, and I am fully exposed just for him. He plants a kiss on my lower back then works his way lower. I cry out his name when his tongue traces over my back hole. Each stroke of his skilled tongue brings me closer and closer to the edge. Right before I finish, he pulls away and slaps my ass. The sound I make is somewhere between frustration and pleasure.

“Two,” I say sulkily.

He chuckles darkly, enjoying my frustration, and then slaps the other cheek.

“Three,” I breathe.

Four, five, six, and seven follow in rapid succession.

“Why don’t you help our Kitten out?” Alexei suggests. “She’s been taking her punishment like a good girl.”

“On your hands, Kitten,” Oliver orders.

I shift from resting on my elbows to supporting my weight on my hands. The loss of their hands pinning my wrists down makes me feel empty. At least it does until Oliver slides under my body and sucks my clit into his mouth. The feel of his tongue, coupled with the next two slaps on my ass, makes my whole body shake.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Alexei sighs disappointedly. “Clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson, Kitten, since you’re still trying to tell us what to do. Ian, why don’t you fix that problem for us?”

Ian shifts so he’s kneeling before me. My heart races as he slides his shorts down over his hips. He grabs a fistful of my hair and whispers my name when I take him in my mouth. I love the feel of him. I love the sounds he makes when I trace my tongue over his length.

I moan around Ian’s dick as Alexei presses a finger against my back entrance. He eases his finger inside me, sending pleasure tingling throughout my body.

“Good girl, taking us all like this,” he says. “You like having all three of us to yourself, don’t you? Filling you like the dirty fuck toy you are.”

He fucks me with his fingers as Oliver fucks me with his tongue.

“Take me,” I say, pulling away from Ian. “Take me like you want to. Stop being such a gentleman.”

Ian grabs my hair and takes my mouth for his own. I moan around his cock as Oliver sucks my clit into his mouth. Every thrust of Alexei’s fingers brings me closer and closer to finishing, but it’s not until he slaps my ass for the tenth and final time that I come hard. My body shakes as the orgasm racks my body.

“Ten,” I whisper after releasing Ian with a Pop.

“That’s my girl.” Alexei stokes the feather down my spine as I recover.

“On your back, Kitten,” Alexei orders.

I roll to my back obediently. The pleased smile he gives me makes my heart race. Generally, I don’t listen to arrogant men who tell me what to do, but my body feels like it was made to follow his commands.

Alexei leans over and traces the feather across my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my hips.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says, continuing to trace the feather over my body. “Ian is going to fuck your tits, Oliver is going to get to feel every inch of your tight, wet pussy, and I’m going to feel every moan you make as I take your perfect mouth.”

The thought of them having me this way makes my core ache with need. I want them in every way imaginable.

I love you.

I love you all more than I could ever begin to explain.

Those words are about to burst from my lips and make everything harder. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep them from sneaking out.

I must have been quiet for too long because Ian says, “We don”t have to. You can use your safe word or tell us what you want instead.”

“No,” I insist. “I want it. All of it. I need you to make me yours.”

Ian smiles. “You already are.”

Wordlessly, he holds his hand out, and Alexei tosses him a bottle of lube from a nearby drawer. Ian puts some into the palm of his hand and strokes himself. I shiver from the chill as a few drops from the bottle land on my chest.

“Cup those tits, Kitten,” Alexei demands.

Ian straddles my waist and lets out a low groan as his dick slides between my breasts.

“You have no idea how long I”ve wanted to do this,” he says.

I laugh self-consciously. “I hope it lives up to the hype.”

Ian reaches down and caresses my hair then smiles tenderly. “Do you really think you could ever be less than perfect to me?”

Once he finds a rhythm, Oliver eases into me. Even though they haven’t said a word to each other, they’re perfectly in sync. It feels incredible being able to please them this way, but something is still missing. I turn my head to search for Alexei, and he’s at the edge of the bed waiting for me. He devours me with his eyes. Most men would be jealous watching his friends fuck their girlfriend, but Alexei’s face is all desire. He strokes my hair tenderly.

“You are so beautiful.” He smiles. “Are you ready for me, Kitten?”

“Please,” I beg. “I need all of my men tonight.”

“Then open your gorgeous mouth and let me fuck you,” he says.

I moan in contentment as he slides into my mouth. The sensation of all three of my men taking what they need from me only heightens my pleasure. I feel whole in a way I have never felt before. The thought that this might be the last time rears up in my head, but I shove it deep down inside and focus on the feeling of us being together. I don’t know where I end and they begin.

Ian finishes first. He comes with a shout, then rolls to my side. The feel of his seed on my chest makes my pussy clench around Oliver. He calls my name and thrusts harder into me.

“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “You look so beautiful with my cum as a necklace.”

I moan around Alexei’s dick.

“Fuck, Kitten, I’m close,” he groans.

I hum and take him further in my mouth. When the tip of him hits the back of my throat, Alexei comes with a shudder, and I swallow every drop of him.

“Let go. Come for us,” Ian coaxes, kissing my neck.

Alexei’s hand finds my clit, making me cry out. My back arches, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. I come hard, dragging out Oliver’s orgasm with my own.

We collapse into a pile on the bed, and Ian tucks me against his chest.

“I love you, Emily,” Ian murmurs against my hair.

Before I can think of how to respond, he starts snoring softly.

The reality that this might be the end comes flooding back with a vengeance. My heart is lead and I suddenly feel dirty.

I have to tell them.