Saving Savannah - A Reverse Harem Romance Page 3

  Our eyes met again, and a thousand unspoken words passed between us. She was already at the edge, I could tell. Straining to hold back as I rocked her gently. Her lips were wet, and slightly parted. The corners of her eyes drawn upward with eyeliner, in a sexy cat-like way that was driving me absolutely crazy.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, screwing down to meet my thrusts. Her perfect, angelic face was framed by long ringlets of beautiful red hair. “Please…”

  I settled back, focusing on the raw feel of her. The exquisite push-pull of her G-string against my plunging shaft, as I sawed into her again and again. Eventually I yanked the fabric to one side. She grinned at the sudden pressure, as the others raced to strip off the rest of their clothes.

  I’d almost forgotten they were there. Savannah reached left and right, for Roman and Zane. She closed a hand around each of them, and began stroking them up and down, in rhythm to our own carnal movements.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  We’d already discussed how incredible she was on the way over. Beautiful. Sexual. The kind of girl who was sweet enough to love, but confident enough to rock your world. The one you always had to be careful with, because she broke hearts.

  But beyond her tough exterior, there was something else there, too. Savannah had a certain mystery about her. Mystery… and maybe even a deep-seeded loneliness.

  She was new to Salem. New to New England as well, if we had her pegged right. Pizza and furniture aside, we’d wanted to make her feel happy and welcome. Maybe start her off by making a few good memories in her new place, while having some fun of our own.

  But now…

  Now things had progressed way past the point of friendly.

  Savannah had her head turned to one side. She was licking her way up and down the underside of Zane’s cock, dragging the flat of her tongue all over it. With her free hand, she stroked Roman’s entire, impressive length.

  And oh yeah… she was still staring directly at me.

  Holy shit.

  I wrapped my hands around the tops of her thighs, pulling her tighter against my body. Watching her switch back and forth effortlessly, blowing my two best friends as I plowed into her. It was insanely hot, all of it. The way her mouth moved. The way her body bucked and writhed, responding to mine…

  I found myself going harder, faster, as if each stroke needed to be deeper than the last. Somehow Savannah kept up the pace. She screwed me back, rolling her hips without losing focus on Roman or Zane. Whimpering desperately around them, as her brows came together in a look of confusion or pain or—

  It happened without a hint of warning. Her back arched as she bucked violently upward, and then suddenly she was exploding around me. Squeezing me involuntarily from within, as her pussy went through a series of blissful spasms that sent me sailing straight over the edge, well beyond the point of no return…

  “I— I can’t…”

  I reached downward, and Savannah saw what I was about to do. She shoved my hand away and dug her ankles into the small of my back, slamming me back inside her. Holding me prisoner there, while I went off like a bomb inside her.

  “AAAHHHHH…”

  My whole body went tight, as I thrust forward one last time. Then I was coming. Exploding over and over inside her, my cock thumping hard somewhere deep in her belly. Each pulse was its own wave of pure white ecstasy. One by one they crashed over me, sending me to heaven as the world blurred and my balls emptied and stars crept into the corners of my vision.

  And throughout it all, Savannah. Holding me there. Keeping me pinned inside her, while watching me the whole time. She was grinning like a demon, her hair fanned out over Roman’s lap. Milking me dry from the inside, while slowly stroking my friends…

  Holy fucking hell.

  Zane was the first to speak, the first to move. He took her legs from my hands, and guided her body in his direction.

  “My turn bro,” he murmured excitedly. “Looks like you’ve had enough.”

  Seven

  SAVANNAH

  It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be. Wild. Crazy. Totally out of control. Between my already-high comfort level and the buzz from the wine, my inhibitions were lifted completely. I did things to the guys I hadn’t done with anyone in years… if ever at all.

  And the things they did to me were unspeakably hot.

  They were three gorgeous strangers, sharing my body. Taking me at will. Drilling me again and again, as I was flipped over and turned on my side and traded off from either end, whenever they felt the need.

  Zane took me slow and steady, plowing me deep from behind while I stared soulfully into his friends’ eyes. His cock was long and strong, just like he was. It hit places inside me that made my eyes cross with pleasure.

  I was ready to come all over his perfect dick when I felt Roman take control of my body. He rolled me onto my back. Pinned my legs so high over his chiseled bronze shoulders that I squealed into his mouth as he plunged into me. He fucked like a machine — like his beautiful ass was attached to some great, magnificent piston. My arms flailed to either side of my body. My fingers curled, digging into the sheets…

  Then he went to kiss me…

  That was the hottest part for me, all the kissing and attention. There wasn’t a time during the whole crazy night my mouth wasn’t occupied by a pair of soft lips, a probing tongue, or the manly girth of a thick, throbbing cock.

  They took me two at a time, with the third holding me steady while the others had their way. I remember Roman, screwing me until I was breathless. Erik, coming back alive again in my throat. Moments later Zane was scissoring one of my legs, fucking me sideways while the others took turns making out with me. Whispering the nastiest shit in my ear. Making me three times as wet as I’d ever been in my whole fucking life.

  I was in total heat. I couldn’t get enough of them. And each time they switched, I grew hotter and more desperate. Each passing moment brought me back to the brink of climax. Closer to that inevitable edge…

  Eventually I took what I wanted, shoving the nearest guy backward and then mounting him smoothly. I looked down into Roman’s eyes. I saw my own lust reflected there as he lifted his hips and bucked upward, driving himself even deeper inside me.

  I exploded just as his hands closed over my breasts. I was screaming, gasping into Erik’s open mouth. Shaking my head back and forth as he held my cheeks in both hands and planted soft, gentle kisses all over my face, as I floated back down from cloud nine.

  Roman’s jaw went tight, and I knew he was close. Still riding him forward and back, I reached behind me and found his balls…

  Then I squeezed, firmly but gently.

  “FUUUUCK!”

  There’s nothing in the world quite like feeling a guy come inside you. The rawness of it all. The sheer power you have in that penultimate moment, as he loses his mind… right before he loses everything else, in a series of thumps and throbs and pulses.

  I rode out Roman’s orgasm, manipulating him with my fingers the whole time. His sack was warm and heavy in my hand. I swore I could feel the come leaving his balls, as he pumped my pussy full to overflowing, with the second hot load of the night.

  “God…”

  A pair of arms slid beneath me, lifting me gently as Roman rolled away. Then I was shoved forward frantically, face down, ass up. Two hands clamped themselves to my hips, and another lover filled me all the way in a single glorious stroke…

  Zane.

  He was slamming me fast and hard, without reservation. Without any regard for anything else, other than the sheer desperate need to relieve the pressure that had been building inside him.

  “Oh fuck…”

  His voice was more of a croak, really. So low and thick with lust, it was practically unrecognizable.

  “I— I’m…”

  His fingers turned to claws. They dug in hard. “I’m gonna—”

  “Do it,” I called back, flipping my hair over one shoulder. “Come for me, b
aby. Don’t stop.”

  My eyes met his, but he wasn’t seeing me. He was somewhere else. Someplace else entirely…

  “Dump it in me,” I smirked back at him. “Don’t hold ba—”

  Zane didn’t cry out, he actually roared. It was incredibly hot, watching him go from screwing me a million miles a minute to a dead, shuddering stop. He rammed himself against my body one last time, his hands going so tight they felt like they fused into my hips. Then he was coming. Roaring loudly and pumping his seed inside me, as I admired every cut and curve of his young, well-muscled physique.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit…

  I collapsed, somehow into Erik’s arms. He held me protectively, my quivering body melding perfectly against his hard, strapping chest. I could feel his heart, thundering away beneath my cheek. I sighed happily, as a random hand smoothed itself over my naked ass.

  Then he let out a deep laugh; one that reverberated through me.

  “What’s so funny?” I managed to gasp.

  “And you thought we were all done screwing and hammering things for the night,” he chuckled.

  Eight

  SAVANNAH

  I woke to a blaring phone alarm that was distant and far away. I was warm. Sleepy. Sore.

  Sore?

  My eyes blinked open. I bolted upright, squinting against the light streaming in through my untreated window. I was in a new place, a new apartment. And I was alone.

  But… I hadn’t always been.

  What the—

  The haze of sleep dropped away, and memories flooded in to take its place. Good memories. Fantastic memories.

  OH MY GOD!

  I reached left and right, spreading my arms across the giant bed. I found nothing but my brand new sheets, which still had that silky, unwashed feel to them.

  So the guys were gone, then. All the better. No awkward goodbyes. No morning after remorse.

  Remorse?

  I did a cursory search of my feelings. Nope, no remorse. Only butterfly-inducing memories of a hot, crazy evening. That, and the flat taste of last night’s wine in the back of my throat.

  I stretched, got up, and grabbed my robe. Then I hit the head first. After brushing my teeth and taking care of business, I crept out into the empty living room to locate the source of the offending alarm.

  After only two steps I stopped dead in my tracks.

  “Whoa…”

  I expected a giant mess. Beer bottles, boxes, packing material… all the hallmarks of last night’s little get-together. Instead, my studio apartment was pristine. The mounds of cardboard were gone, carried off with the piles of Styrofoam and pieces of shrink-wrap that had been littered around the room as we assembled my furniture.

  Even the pizza boxes were gone. The table had been cleaned, the wine glasses washed and put away. I located the remaining cheese pie tucked away in my fridge on paper plates, presumably for later.

  “Damn.”

  I finally reached my phone and killed the alarm. It was right where I’d left it on the kitchen counter, only now it rested atop a hand-written note:

  Good morning gorgeous!

  Last night was legendary! Hopefully it

  gave you some good memories

  to kick off your new place.

  Here are our numbers. Be sure

  to call on us again if you need

  anything else… well, ‘moved.’

  - Your favorite hunks

  At the bottom of the note was a smiley face, followed by a trio of phone numbers in three different handwritings.

  So yeah… wow. Last night actually happened. It wasn’t a dream or a fantasy, it was one step better:

  It was the fulfillment of a fantasy.

  Best of all, it had happened with three ridiculously hot and incredible men. Guys who’d helped me out. Who’d drank with me. Who’d made me comfortable in a strange new place, and gotten me to laugh and relax.

  And then fucked the absolute daylights out of me, of course.

  There were no strings attached, either. No pressure, no worries. I could toss the note in the garbage right now and no one would be the wiser. File the whole experience away for future recollection as a hot, happy little memory.

  You really should.

  My hand hovered over the box I was using as a makeshift garbage can. Three long seconds went by. Four. Five…

  Once more, I ignored the voice in my head. Since my phone was already in hand, I punched a few buttons and added the three numbers to my contacts list. They hadn’t left names, though. I had no idea whose number belonged to whom, so I listed them as Hunk 1, Hunk 2, and Hunk 3.

  That couldn’t hurt, right?

  I’d wanted my start to be as fresh as possible. A whole new place, a whole new life. In fact, I promised myself I’d steer clear of guys for a while. All guys. Especially after what happened…

  Then again, they were only phone contacts. Totally innocent on their own.

  Sort of.

  Satisfied, I made the command decision to take a hot shower and get on with things. Today was my first day at my new job, and there was tons to get done. For one, I needed to set things up. To get things arranged and established, and to grow accustomed to my new digs.

  Glancing around at my empty cabinets, my stomach rumbled an all-new reminder:

  I desperately need to go shopping, too.

  That part would be fun, and I was actually looking forward to it. But not now. Much later.

  I headed back through my bedroom, which looked more like a den of sin. Up until yesterday it was a blank canvas, an empty room. But now…

  Now I had memories in there that would last forever.

  I spun the hot water spigot all the way open. Standing in front of the mirror, I leaned forward and evaluated myself as the bathroom filled with steam.

  I still can’t believe you did that.

  The thought made me laugh out loud at my own reflection. Really? Someone like me? Shit, it was almost surprising I hadn’t done it sooner.

  My head spun with a thousand upcoming tasks as I shrugged off my robe. I lacked focus. I lacked sleep. The way my brain was working, I wasn’t sure of anything right now. Except for one thing:

  I was definitely having pizza for breakfast.

  Nine

  SAVANNAH

  There were two categories of people who came to Salem, Massachusetts. There were those in it for the rich, four-hundred year-old history of the legendary seaport… and those in it purely for the spooky, more Halloween-esque vibes.

  As it was, I loved both types equally. Because while it was fun to roam the streets during the busy fall season, it was equally enjoyable to visit the places that made Salem an instantly-recognizable word in the minds of just about everyone. Salem had life. Character. A rich, yet often sad cultural identity that revolved around the famed witch trials of 1692, but even beyond that, a place where Americans could commune with the ghosts of their past.

  I thought about these things as I made my way through the heart of the Essex street fair, which was going through the last throes of initial setup. It was still early in the day. Half the booths and most of the shops hadn’t opened yet. In a few hours the brick-lined streets would be teeming with people. But on the upcoming weekend…

  Well, at this time of year things would get especially crazy.

  I inserted my shining new key into the new lock, and opened the door to my would-be shop. The place was old of course, like everything else in Salem. But it was yet another blank canvas for me. Aside from the few pieces of furniture I’d already had delivered and some giant armoire left behind by the previous owner, I could set things up in any configuration I wanted.

  And what I wanted most, I realized, was to replicate the past.

  I sighed as I placed my hands on my hips. Maybe this was the one thing I wanted to drag up to Massachusetts with me. The layout was a little different and the windows were in the wrong place, but I could probably make it close. With a little elbow grease and some cr
eative decorating it could at least feel like my old shop, and therefore, seem a little like home.

  Home.

  I pushed the word away with a short, acrid laugh. Had I ever really had a home?

  When it came down it it, probably not.

  I moved through a narrow doorway, into the smaller back room where I’d piled my stuff. My little bedroll was still there, staring up at me dutifully. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it had been a good place to crash for the better part of last week, while straightening out my new apartment.

  DING!

  I whirled at the sound of the tiny bells mounted on the back of the front door. Silently I cursed myself for not locking it. My first potential customer, and I’d have to turn him or her away. Sounded like bad luck to me.

  “Savannah?”

  The voice was thin and raspy, just like the man it belonged to. I exited the back room to find my landlord standing in the center of the shop floor.

  “Right here.”

  He was tall, thin, and heavily bearded. Normally I didn’t mind a beard. But Gus had that kind of patchy, untrimmed beard that seemed to crawl haphazardly down a man’s neck. And that was never a good look.

  My landlord’s eyes narrowed as he regarded me carefully. Then he reached up and scratched at his chin.

  “Are you staying here?” he asked accusingly. “Because you can’t live here. It’s not even remotely residential.”

  “Why do you ask?”

  “A few of the locals noticed lights blinking on and off in the back of the store,” said Gus. “Late.”

  “Just setting stuff up,” I answered smoothly, glad I was already in position to block the back room’s doorway. “That’s all.”

  The answer wasn’t good enough for him — I could tell right away. Gus was the type of person who kept pushing. Well beyond normal boundaries.