Tearaways: Reverse Harem Romance (The Challenge Book 2) Page 4

  “There you go, mate.” Evan mock punched Harry in the arm. “Something for you to do when you’ve finished riding across America.”

  Harry grinned. “Might just do that. You guys…” He nodded at Mason and Lucas. “Could give me some private lessons.”

  Chapter Five

  An hour after the meal and feeling pleasantly full and a little light-headed from two bottles of beer, Olivia claimed one of the bedrooms facing west. The last of the sunset had turned the sky orange and the New York skyline was silhouetted.

  For a moment she paused and stared, thinking it could be a poster or a scene from a movie. Then she turned to the room. The bed was white leather, which was a definite theme in the penthouse, with silvery silk sheets. The furniture was pale and ornate with only a few decorative pieces. She guessed it wasn’t a room used often, despite it being prime real estate.

  After toeing off her shoes and shimmying down her denim skirt, she wandered into the en suite. The large square tiles on the floor, walls and ceiling were cream with gold flecks. The shower cubicle fixtures also appeared to be gold, as were the taps on the double sink. A mirror glowed rather than shone and a large vase of white lilies stood on a pedestal in the corner.

  “Phew.” She shook her head and admired the decadence. It was a far cry from how she’d had to live on Elysium.

  A selection of Elemis toiletries stood by the sink and she selected shampoo, conditioner, a face wash with added exfoliate and shower gel.

  After flicking on the shower, which sent water streaming from above and the sides, she finished stripping off and stepped in.

  As she held her face up to the warm water and let it soak through her hair to her scalp, she thought back to the Empire State Building and Evan’s words.

  ‘What would be the point in fighting over you, bickering about who you were with? That would make all of us unhappy, most of all you and that’s the last thing we want.’

  They didn’t want to fight over her. They wanted her happy. If she’d picked one emotion when in the kitchen with all her men and she was cooking, chatting, and laughing it would have definitely been happy. The thing was, though, they all seemed to make each other happy too.

  We’re a team.

  Each person complemented another in some way. Okay, Harry and Evan could be at loggerheads on occasion, but they sorted it out. Mostly.

  She reached for the shampoo and filled her hair with bubbles, enjoying the rich scent.

  What would Sandy, her best friend back home, make of it all? If she’d had her phone Olivia would have called her and confessed to the new route her love life had taken. She could only imagine the response.

  You lucky cow. Harrington Vidal with extras on the side. Get you, five men at your beck and call. Happy and satisfied, how could you not be?

  Olivia smiled and rinsed the bubbles from her hair then applied conditioner. She missed Sandy, and her family, but not her run-of-the-mill job or living with her parents.

  Being here in New York hadn’t been planned, but then the best adventures weren’t.

  And this sure was an adventure, in every department.

  She sluiced off the conditioner then treated her face to the luxury wash. The sea had been her shower only a few days ago, and then she would have killed for a nice moisturizer to slather on her skin.

  But now here she was, in a billionaire’s penthouse. Her men were all nearby and tomorrow she’d have a Harley to climb aboard.

  Perfect.

  When she’d finished showering, Olivia pulled on a pair of white cotton short pyjamas then blasted her hair with a super efficient dryer. She then plaited it so one long strand hung on either side of her head.

  The penthouse was quiet when she peeked out of her door. The living area and kitchen in darkness. Although it was only eleven o’clock, everyone was exhausted.

  She pushed the door up again and went to the dressing table. A selection of high-end face creams were set in a neat line. She opted for one with extra moisturizer to combat the effects of the sun on Elysium and rubbed it down to her collarbones.

  With a sigh, she climbed into bed. The sheets were cool on her legs and tucked in so tight she had to battle to free them. The pillows were puffy and high. She threw away two so she was left with one, but still her neck was at an awkward angle. She ditched that onto the floor too.

  After tossing and turning, spreading out on her stomach and back, she stood. There was something all wrong about the luxury bed.

  It wasn’t a bunk in a cabin.

  Or a grassy shelter.

  What has happened to me?

  Outside, weak stars battled to be seen in a sky glowing orange. She missed the constellations Lucas had taught her about. The whale that had slipped past them when they’d been on the raft. Her funny white bird, Angel, who seemed to follow her around the beach.

  Despite being in a huge room in a huge penthouse, she suddenly felt claustrophobic, as if the real world was slipping away.

  The real world where only she and the guys existed.

  She knew that wasn’t reality, of course she did. But right now her heart was beating fast. A sense of being surrounded by people and buildings she didn’t know tightened her stomach.

  After throwing the pillows back onto the bed, she slipped from her bedroom.

  Several empty bottles of beer stood on the low glass table by the white sofa. The door to the balcony was still ajar.

  She walked over and shut it, enjoying the cool tiles on the soles of her feet.

  Her mouth was dry so she headed into the kitchen. Raul had left it as tidy as before they’d started cooking.

  The refrigerator had a tap for filtered water so she filled a glass and drank deep, washing away the taste of toothpaste.

  But the thought of going back to her bedroom didn’t appeal. In fact, it made her heart ache. She didn’t want to sleep alone in a big cold bed.

  And why the heck should she when she had five boyfriends?

  She placed the glass in the sink, then walked quietly to the door next to her bedroom.

  Very gently she pushed down the handle and opened it.

  The room was in darkness.

  She stepped in. Closed the door with a quiet click.

  Through the dim light she could make out a large bed; a thin pencil of light from a crack in the curtains spilled over it. She headed closer, her feet silent now she was on soft carpet.

  A tingle went through her when she reached the bed and saw the outline of a sleeping figure—the rise of shoulders, dip of waist, curve of hips and long legs. A head of dark hair rested on the pillow.

  She peeled off her pyjamas, enjoying the sensation of the air on her skin, then dropped them to the floor.

  Reaching for the blanket, she carefully pulled it back and slipped into the bed.

  She scooted close to the sleeping figure and slid her hand over a warm body.

  He hitched in a breath, paused, then turned.

  “Ah, mi niña hermosa,” Raul whispered. “You came to me.”

  “Yes.”

  “So we can finish what we started?”

  “If your arm is okay, then yes, let’s finish what we started.” She eased closer squashing her bare chest to his.

  He groaned quietly and glided his hand over her waist and pressed the small of her back, pulling her nearer. “Of course my arm is okay.”

  He, too, was naked and his long cock, not at full hardness, butted against her belly. “I am glad you are here,” he murmured, then found her mouth and kissed her.

  It was a delicate kiss yet full of desire, and as his tongue tangled with hers his cock grew.

  She stroked over his taut buttocks, enjoying his warm skin, then reached between their bodies and took his shaft in her hand. Instantly, more blood rushed to it, hardening it rapidly.

  “Oh, si.”

  “You like that?” she asked onto his lips. Not that she needed to, his reaction spoke volumes.

  “You know I do. I have be
en dreaming of this moment, of your hands on me.”

  She smiled as she smoothed down to the root of his cock, then slowly rubbed back up again. The feel of velvety skin covering hard steely flesh thrilled her.

  He paused in kissing her, as though his concentration had gone to the sensations she was creating.

  There was a deep groove beneath the flare of his glans and she explored it with her thumb tip, gently, slowly, then toyed with the slim strip of skin there.

  He groaned and twitched his hips. “Olivia.”

  “Shh, we’re in no rush.”

  “No, no rush, but… you are so sexy, too sexy.”

  “Too sexy?”

  “Si, don’t make me come early. I want to be inside you when that happens.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  She slid her finger over his slit. The tip of his cock was wide and smooth. Her pussy trembled at the thought of soon having it sinking inside her.

  He murmured something in Spanish and glided his hand to her breasts, cupped each in turn then rolled her right nipple between his thumb and fingers.

  “Oh…yes…” she whispered. “Like that.”

  “And you keep doing like that.” He paused. “Just like that, por favor, por favor.”

  As she worked his cock, slow but firm, he grew firmer still and tilted his head back.

  She kissed his neck, feasting on the taste of his skin, and wrapped her leg over his. It was as if she couldn’t get close enough. She wanted more. More of everything Raul could give her.

  After a few minutes he ran his hand to the dip of her waist.

  Suddenly he shifted his hips, forcing her to release him.

  “Raul.”

  “Like this.” He pulled her on top of him, so she was straddling his belly, her pussy kissing the line of hair that traveled from his navel to his cock.

  She gasped at the sudden change in position and rested her hands on his chest.

  “Fóllame,” he said, his voice deep and guttural. “Fóllame.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked, pushing the tangled blanket from her shoulders.

  “Fuck me.” He gripped her waist. “Sit on my cock. Fuck me.” He was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling. Through the weak light she could make out the angles of his face—his tense jaw, his slightly parted lips and his eyes flashing with want.

  His demand and his need for her created an injection of lust into her veins.

  “Yes.” She sat, so her pussy was hovering above his cock.

  He gripped his shaft, his belly rigid, and flattened his other hand on her thigh. “Now,” he said. “Si.”

  “Si,” she replied. “Now.” She sank down a little, so her pussy lips were touching the tip of his cock.

  He groaned and squirmed on the bed.

  “Keep still,” she said, enjoying seeing him writhing with want.

  “You are teasing me.”

  “You teased me, on the beach.”

  “Maybe, but you still came.” He grinned.

  “I did. And I’m going to again… soon.” She lowered a little more, taking the first inch of him into her entrance. “And so are you.”

  He hissed in a breath.

  She forced herself to relax.

  “More.” He slid his hand from her thigh and slipped his thumb through her thin strip of pubic hair. He pressed her clit.

  She moaned and took him deeper.

  “That is it,” he said, rubbing her clitoris in slow circles. “All of me.”

  He had a long cock, not as thick as Harry’s or Evan’s, but longer. She continued to seat herself on him, enjoying the sensations he was creating in her clit.

  He used his other hand to hold her hip, urging her lower.

  His shaft was so dense, filling her, stretching her. On and on she went, pushing past a stitch of discomfort to take him all the way.

  Finally her ass hit his thighs. She moaned. She was so full, so full of Raul. The pressure was incredible. She was aware of every millimeter of his cock inside her pussy.

  He stopped rubbing her clit. “Come to me.” He tugged her arms.

  She tipped forward, gasping when the change of position pressed her clitoris onto his hard body. His cock shifted inside her and the gasp ended on another moan.

  “You are so hot,” he whispered. “Hot and wet on my cock.”

  “Raul,” she said, her breaths coming out as pants. “It’s so…”

  “Good, si, so good.” He held her waist. “Move, mi niña hermosa. Fóllame.”

  She did as he’d instructed, rolling her hips back then forward.

  He groaned.

  So did she.

  She did it again, then again. He gripped her waist and canted his hips in time with hers.

  Her clit was grinding against his body, being rubbed just right, just the way she needed it.

  She closed her eyes and became lost in the moment, enjoying the control she had over both of their pleasure.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said. “And giving.”

  “I’m going to…”

  “Si, come, when you need to, come.”

  “With me. Come with me.” It was what she’d hoped when she’d opened his door—that this time they’d both come… together.

  “Keep doing that and I will.”

  She sped up, allowing the pressure to mount, then reached the point of no return. “Come,” she gasped, holding her breath as an ecstatic release prepared to flood her body.

  He thrust upward, pulling her down at the same time.

  A pulse of pure pleasure shot from her clitoris. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, hugging it tight.

  He groaned and arched his back and neck. His fingers dug into her.

  On and on her release claimed her. She eked out every last bit of pleasure as she rode through his orgasm and hers.

  Finally she slowed.

  He flattened on the bed and flung his arms to the sides. He was breathing fast.

  She sat straight again, running her fingertips over his belly then dipping into his navel.

  They were both breathing fast.

  An after shock claimed her pussy and gripped his shaft.

  “Oh, si.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “That was worth waiting for.”

  “Yes.” A thin layer of perspiration sat on her skin, making it tingle. “It was.”

  “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  “Of course.” Gently she eased off his cock, aware of the dampness of both their pleasure between her legs. “I’ll use your en suite first.”

  “Si, it is that way.”

  Her knees were a little unsteady as she headed to the bathroom. Dim spots set in the ceiling meant she didn’t need to put on a harsh light. Quickly she freshened up, her flesh cooling in the air conditioning, then slipped back into bed.

  Raul’s skin was hot and he wrapped his arms and legs around her, cocooning her to his body.

  “Sleep now,” he said. “We have a long way to go tomorrow.” He kissed her brow then settled his head on the pillow.

  “Yes. A very long way.”

  Chapter Six

  “Hey, Raul. You seen Olivia?”

  “Mmm?” Raul shifted, nudging Olivia as he did so. “What?”

  “Olivia,” Evan said. “She’s not in her room.”

  “She’s here.” Raul flicked the blanket, which had somehow covered her head.

  “Oh.” Evan paused. “Okay, that’s cool. Thought she’d done a runner.”

  “As if,” Olivia murmured, then with her eyes still closed snuggled closer to Raul.

  Run away? From five cute guys, hot sex, and an adventure on a Harley? Yeah, right.

  “Riley is downstairs, with the bikes,” Evan said.

  “Much as I would like to stay in bed all day, we have to go soon,” Raul said, sliding his hand down her back to her butt.

  “That’s okay, I want to see my bike, I had a dream about it.”

  “You did?”

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sp; “Yes, all big and shiny as I burned rubber, and tore up the tarmac on the highway.”

  He laughed. “You are so cool, you know that? To be so excited over a bike. Most girls like the theatre and shopping.”

  “But I’m not like most girls.”

  “No, you are not.” He kissed her, once, on the lips, then threw back the covers completely.

  “Hey.” The cool air attacked her warm skin.

  “Up.” He leaped from the bed, naked, and clapped. “Before we fail our challenge because I decide to fuck you again.”

  “I thought I fucked you.”

  “Mmm, that might have been the case.” He grinned. “I go get ready. You do the same.”

  Twenty minutes later, Olivia, and all five guys, took the elevator down to the lobby.

  Leathers had been delivered and they were all dressed in tight black gear. It was all she could do to not gawp at the men’s reflections in the elevator’s smoky mirror.

  Harry looked dark and brooding in his—he hadn’t shaved and his jawline was again peppered with stubble. His shoulders seemed extra wide in his jacket, which he wore over a black t-shirt—as did all the guys—and his hips slim. As usual he could be on a catwalk, modeling the latest biker-wear.

  Evan was as comfortable as he always was, no matter what he wore. The leather hugged his cute butt like a second skin. He’d added a red neck scarf and his a few stray curls lay against it at his nape.

  Raul’s outfit showed off his elegant limbs, his slim torso and his height. She allowed her attention to hover on the barely concealed bulge at his groin and enjoyed the memories of their night of fun.

  The twins wore their outfits the way gangsters might and with their razor-short, white-blond hair, broad shoulders and bulging biceps, she reckoned it would take a brave guy to challenge them, and that was without knowing they were karate black belts.

  As for her outfit, she liked it. So did the guys judging by the wolf whistle from Evan and the ‘hell yeah’ from Harry when she’d emerged from her room. And she was pleased the pants were excellent quality; they were thin yet robust, supple too. She liked how they covered her legs, and the way the biker boots laced up almost to her knees. Unlike the men she wore a white t-shirt. She was carrying her helmet and jacket. All their jackets had the words Challenger embroidered on the back.