Christmas with my Three Best Friends (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems)

Chapter 9

9

Jax

I was never one for long-term relationships.

My upbringing, the absence of a feminine figure in my childhood, and my penchant for trouble as a kid steered me away from anything resembling stability. Once I got into martial arts, I discovered the true value of discipline and perseverance, of healthy routines and of putting my mind, my soul, and my body in sync. But with my career came the attention of many women.

After all, who doesn’t love a fighter?

I didn’t consider being with anyone for the rest of my life until I met Shay. She doesn’t know that, and I can’t bring myself to tell her, either. What is happening now is strange and unprecedented to me, but it’s giving me the kind of access to her I doubt I would’ve gotten on my own. We’re close friends and business partners, and while we’re all in agreement that this thing of ours mustn’t bleed into the rest of our lives, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who’s aware that it’s already way deeper than it should be.

We agreed to go on one-on-one dates, too, to keep the level of intimacy comfortable for all parties involved. I certainly don’t mind, because Shay is such a warm and funny and smart creature. Every moment I spend in her company makes me a better man. I’m just constantly disheartened by the fact that it’s going to end, and I cannot allow myself to fall in love with her.

“I’ve never been out here,” Shay says as we continue our stroll through Central Park.

She wanted to see New York, and since both Marius and Richard wanted to try the mud spa today, I decided I’d give Shay an opportunity to visit the so-called Big Apple. It’s as crowded and as noisy as I remember it. I’m no stranger to this place, given the number of championships this city has hosted. But I do like the idea of seeing it with Shay. I love how she marvels at things that seem almost banal to me. The sense of wonder in her smoky blue eyes fills me with warmth.

“Central Park is definitely one of the strong points,” I tell her. “We’ll see Broadway next, if you want. I wanted to go shopping, anyway.”

“Shopping?”

“Yeah, new sweats and kicks, mainly. There are a couple of stores on Broadway that I really like. Boutique stuff, not the regular merchandise you find at every big brand store,” I explain.

Winter has the sprawling park covered in a thick layer of snow. The air is cold enough to make my breath steamy with each spoken word, but Shay’s pink lips have my undivided attention, particularly when they stretch into a smile. I wonder how she’ll feel later when it’s just the two of us in my bed. There’s a side of me I haven’t shown her yet. Maybe I should. Maybe it’ll help her keep her guard up. I don’t want her falling for me, just as much as I don’t want myself falling for her. Maybe I should give her a full view of who I really am. That’ll keep the brakes on.

“I have to admit, I never thought something like this would work. The four of us, I mean,” Shay says. “It’s crazy. Isn’t it?”

“Not unprecedented. I’ve heard stories, though none had much of a happy ending.”

“How so?”

I give her a curious look. “Don’t you think one of us will want more at some point? How would we go about it? What’s the logistic behind this dynamic? At least if we keep things strictly physical, nobody gets hurt.”

“Right. Yeah. We agreed on that,” Shay replies, gazing somewhere ahead.

It’s almost midday, and there are some people out in the park with us—mostly joggers who brave the winter snow to get their cardio in. I see a few couples, too, walking arm in arm and taking occasional photos of one another. They’re laughing and chattering happily, and I can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. That’s what it must be like… being a healthy couple. You enjoy one another, you don’t need to say much, you simply feel comfortable in their presence.

Shay leans into me, her arm hooked around mine as we turn left down a narrow alleyway. Around us, majestic oaks with naked crowns rise above, their branches arching over our heads as if to hug each other, to connect beyond the confines of nature and man-made structures. We sit on one of the benches, our thick coats insulated and comfortable enough to allow us a few minutes of rest before we head over to Broadway.

“But even so,” Shay says after a while, “I’m still in shock. I know it’s real, it’s happening, and it’s working—”

“For now.”

“Yeah, for now,” she says quietly “Aren’t you shocked, or am I the only one?”

I give her a long look and feel myself softening on the inside. “You’re not the only one, Shay. I think we should just make the most of it, enjoy every moment we have together and make sure we keep our friendship and our business partnership completely separate.”

“Oh, I absolutely agree. We’ve each worked so hard for the gym, for our clients, for our careers. It makes all the sense in the world for us to protect it. Speaking of,” she says, lowering her gaze for a moment. “I have this nagging feeling that Richard isn’t sure about our gym anymore.”

“You, too?” I let a heavy sigh roll off my chest. “It’s been on my mind as well. Marius and I have tried talking to him about it, but he keeps reassuring us that we’re in it together, in it for the long term and whatnot. Yet at the same time, he has said he won’t be investing anymore if the gym doesn’t pick up its revenue soon. I don’t know where that leaves us, or how we’re supposed to push through. We’re still in the early days.”

“We’ve been open for almost two years, though…”

I shrug, having seen my share of business enterprises come and go. “Most service industry projects need at least two years to start seeing a return on investment. If we manage to skate along the baseline, we’re golden. Richard wanted this place to boom right off the bat, and he should know better.”

“Except we’re not really along the baseline, either,” Shay replies. I can see the concern etched in the shadows dancing over her eyes. “We’re bleeding money, and we’re not bringing in enough new customers to stem the flow.”

“We knew that from the beginning, from the moment we found the space. We knew the neighborhood would be a competitive one, and that we would have to build a different and smarter identity,” I tell her. “We’re almost there, though. I can see our brand coming together, Shay, and I have a lot of faith in us. Like you said just a few days ago, we only need to get through the winter and things will start to pick up.”

“Yeah. They should’ve picked up with the cold season, though. Think about it this way. Summer is when most people are away on vacation. Autumn, winter, and spring should be full all the time. In the two years we’ve been open, Richard has had to cover the gym’s rent five months out of twelve. It’s a lot, especially for a man who lives and breathes by certain codes.”

“Richard knew what he was getting himself into,” I say. “I wouldn’t worry too much about him, Shay. He’s a good man, and he keeps his word.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second. But I do worry about the gym. We need to come up with something more, something to strengthen his trust in us and in the business.”

I nod slowly, stretching my arm around her shoulders. “We’ll figure it out. Hey, we’ve been riding this boat for two years, now, and we’ve only gotten better at it.”

“I guess…”

“Your evolution alone has been a favorite show of mine.”

Shay gives me a curious look, the corner of her mouth tempted by a smile. “Professional evolution, you mean?”

“All of it. I’ll be honest, I liked you since before you started your glow-up journey, as you prefer to call it. Your character, your personality… They made you beautiful and perfect just the way you were. I’ve always wanted to get closer to you like this.”

Shay takes a deep breath and gives herself a moment to think. I hadn’t planned on saying these things, but she has a way of making me open up to her even when I’m trying to be cautious and guarded.

“Jax… I had no idea. You never said anything.”

“How could I? We were in business together. And I didn’t know if you felt anything for me, either. It was too high a risk for me to take.”

“I was always attracted to you,” she sighs deeply. “Marius, too, and Richard. You each have something that makes me want you as a woman. You’re different and yet so much alike, it’s mind-boggling and wonderful and scary at the same time. I wasn’t sure I’d ever deserve something like this.”

I hold her close and kiss her ruddy cheek, breathing her in and closing my eyes for a moment. “You will always be deserving, Shay.”

“I know that now.”

“Good.”

We stay like this for a while, though there’s a fire burning in the center of my heart, spreading outward and out of control. The blaze will soon consume me, flesh and bone and soul. I won’t be able to stop it. It will eventually destroy me, despite my feeble attempts to keep my own emotions under control. Who the hell am I trying to lie to here? Shay has burrowed her way deep inside me. She’s been there for a while. It didn’t happen overnight.

She was always a distant dream. A sweet kind of what if.

After we’re done sightseeing in the city, we drive back to the Hedonerie resort in one of their rental Jeeps. The backseat is loaded with shopping bags. I made sure Shay got her fill at every single store that caught her eye. Lingerie, jewelry, shoes, dresses. Whatever she wanted, I got it. She objected repeatedly. At one point she refused to let me buy her anything—I kissed her hard and grabbed her ass and told her to do as she’s told. The dark undertone of my voice made her gasp and whimper with instant desire. When she’s all hot and bothered, Shay is exceptionally pliable and submissive.

“I still can’t believe you bought me so… much… stuff!” she exclaims as we pull up outside the resort. It’s snowing here in Chappaqua, and I’m loving the view. Thick snow clusters fall gently over the layers from yesterday, and it gives me a sense of peace and quiet I haven’t experienced in a while. “You really went overboard, Jax.”

“Consider it a Christmas present and be done with it,” I chuckle dryly.

“This is a motherload of Christmas presents!”

“You deserve it. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

She laughs lightly and leans over. Our lips meet, and it’s a sweet, tender encounter before I let my tongue go on a conquering rampage. A moan escapes her throat as I run my fingers through her hair, clutching tightly at the back of her head. “Oh, Jax,” she breathlessly says.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I pay a concierge to carry the bags to her room while Shay and I grab a quick drink at the cocktail lounge bar on the ground floor. We skip dinner and retreat to my room for the evening—we’ve already had our fill with New York staples of the street food variety. Besides, we’re both hungry for something else entirely.

As soon as I close the door behind me, Shay slips out of her boots and jeans, turning around to face me with a playful smile.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Making myself at home.”

“Oh, really? That’s audacious.” I smile as I watch her take her white wool sweater off. My gaze wanders along the delicious curves of her body, fingers itching to get the matching pink lingerie set off. Her panties are wet with desire. Shay is an incredibly sexual fiend despite her lack of experience. It was an honor to be one of her first, and I’m certainly eager to explore this side with her. “Stop, don’t move,” I say when she reaches for the bra clasp between her full breasts. “Wait a second.”

“Okay…”

“Ah, so, you do know how to obey,” I reply, hunger sizzling within me. My voice is low and thick, as thick as my cock at this point, every inch of me aching to be inside her. “Come here…”

“You could ask me nicely,” she chides playfully.

I shake my head. It’s time to show her who I really am and see if she still likes me when I’m done. “Come here, I said.” To my surprise, she obeys with wide, glistening eyes. “Undress me. Slowly.”

Her lips press into a playful thin line as she pulls my sweater over my head, first. I watch her gaze wander over my muscles and tattoos. She sees the scars and recognizes them from our previous nights of intimacy. I haven’t told her the story behind these cuts, though. Maybe I should.

“Don’t you want to know where I got them?” I ask as she stares at one of the pale lines running up my arm. She gives me a subtle nod. “I broke up a gang fight about five years ago. These kids in my old neighborhood were going at it with knives. I was training half of them at the community center in my spare time.”

She runs her fingers over the scar. Her touch alone is enough to send liquid heat coursing through my body. “They cut you,” Shay mumbles.

“They didn’t mean to. But at least it stopped them from fighting each other. I was bleeding and close to passing out, so they threw the blades away and called me an ambulance. By the time the cops got there, the kids were gone. When I saw them again at the community center, they were like little lambs. Of course, as soon as I was allowed to fight again, I took each of them to the mat and beat the shit out of them,” I reply, almost laughing as I remember the sheepish looks on their faces. “It’s how you talk sense into hard heads. Some people like it rough.” I pause when I see her eyes moving downward. It’s making my cock twitch. “Take the boots off next.”

Shay drops to her knees, ever so slowly, and unties the laces first. One by one, she removes my boots, occasionally glancing up at me. I give her a reassuring smile when our eyes meet, and she seems to enjoy this particular moment. I can tell from the way she keeps licking her lips. Her nipples perk up when she realizes she needs to get rid of my jeans, as well.

“You know what you have to do,” I say, my gaze never leaving her.

With trembling fingers, Shay unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down along with my boxers. I help her out at the bottom, my erection glistening, aching for her. She looks up and smiles. It’s all I can do to stop myself from claiming her right here, right now. But I want this to last. I want this night to be the best night she will remember with me.

“What, now?” Shay asks, her voice as sweet as syrup.

“Taste me,” I say.

She takes a deep breath and a firm hold of the base of my cock. Squeezing slightly, she licks the drizzle of pre-cum off the tip, swallowing it with a satisfied grin. “Oh, I’d like more of this, please…”

“You don’t call the shots here, baby,” I shoot back. “Take it all, like a good girl.”

Shay knows where this is leading, and she is beyond excited as she opens her mouth and practically slurps me down like her favorite popsicle. I curse under my breath, my muscles tightening as I feel the wet warmth of her mouth around me, her tongue gliding along the shaft.

She moans softly as she suckles the tip, taking her sweet time and using her hand to stroke the base, while the other focuses on my hardened, full balls. I take her by the head, handfuls of hair pouring between my fingers, and hold her in place as I move gingerly back and forth. Shay relaxes the back of her throat to let all of me in, like a fucking expert.

“You were made for this,” I manage as I thrust deeper and faster.

Tears trickle down her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop me. She loves it. She wants more. She likes having her mouth fucked like this, and the universe is my witness that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted. I revel in the sensation, feeling every sweet inch of her tongue, the sloppy slurping as I pull out for just a moment, for just long enough for her to catch her breath.

Her mascara is smudged, but her eyes are on me, smiling as she is close to unhinging her jaw for this. It’s too good. And she is anything but overwhelmed. I’m possessing her in ways I thought would scare most women, yet Shay is very much on her knees and welcoming everything I’ve got to give.

I can go a little further, so I stop and take a step back. She tries to get up, but I raise a hand to stop her. “I didn’t say you could get up, Shay.”

“Okay.”

“You stay there, on your knees, and take your bra off.”

She unclasps the bra and unleashes her breasts. I love the sight before me, the creamy flesh, the fullness beckoning for my touch. I bite my tongue as I admire her, as I thank the universe for having brought her to us.

“Are you pleased?” she asks, quick to catch on as a submissive. This is getting dangerously good. Shay likes it too much. And I can’t stop.

“Touch yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply. “That’s how a good girl responds.”

She giggles. “Yes, sir.” She cups her breasts while I stroke myself, watching as she squeezes her soft bosom, index fingers and thumbs pinching the nipples.

“Pinch harder.”

“Oh…” Shay gasps and closes her eyes as she tightens the grip.

“How does it feel?”

“So good.”

“Keep going.”

I’m about to fucking explode, but I can’t. Not until she has wholly submitted. So I put both hands behind my back and continue admiring this spicy show as Shay massages her breasts with slow, circular movements, once in a while stopping to pinch her nipples as hard as I told her. Each time, she hisses delightedly and throws her head back.

“Get up,” I order.

She smiles once more and stands up, her knees visibly shaking. I nod at her panties, and she knows what to do next. As soon as they’re off, I feel a grin slitting my face. I take hold of my cock yet again, my grip tight so I can edge myself easily when it’s time. The arousal is too much to handle, but I keep it together. I need to see where this leads.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I tell her. Shay lays on her back, and I move closer so I can see her in her entire gorgeousness as her knees pull apart. I admire the glistening desire glazing her pink, tender pussy, each fold begging for my attention. “Touch it. Go slow.”

She brings a hand down, fingers sliding between layers of yearning flesh. Her clit is swollen, primed and ready as she rubs it with two fingers. I can’t take it anymore, but I need her to tell me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Shay?”

“Yes, sir,” she moans as she brings herself closer to an inevitable conclusion.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

Her fingers slide farther down as she stretches her pussy open for me, her eyes fixed on mine. “I’m going to die unless I feel you inside me right now, sir.”

“You’re going to make yourself come while I fuck you. How hard do you want it?” I can barely breathe at this point. The way she’s playing along is feeding into my darkest dreams and fantasies. This can’t be happening.

“As hard you can give it to me, sir.”

“Fucking hell.”

I ram right into her. She cries out in shock, initially tight as I fill her to the brim. Slowly, she relaxes, and I feel her pussy embrace my cock with formidable ease. The feeling is extraordinary, and I know I won’t last long. But I’ll give her what she wants. One thrust in, and she’s flicking her clit again, panting as she intensifies the finger movement.

“Like this?” I ask, my second thrust harder.

“Harder, sir.”

By the third thrust I’ve got her by the back of the head, a handful of her hair tightly wound around my fingers. Shay smiles like the devil as I pound her into oblivion. Harder, harder, hardest. Faster. Deeper. She takes it all, moaning and breathing raggedly as she works her clit into a frenzy. I’m a fucking animal, taking her body and soul like this. But Shay wants it.

Shamelessly, mindlessly, desperately.

She holds on to the bed with one hand. She rubs her clit harder, applying more pressure as I feel her core tightening around me. She’s so damn tight, I lose control and fuck her with animal intensity. Hard and fast, relentless and aggressive, feeding on her desire as I feel myself close enough to melt into the sun.

“Don’t stop, sir!” Shay screams as she finally comes, rippling around me, gushing like a geyser as I go deeper, harder, faster.

The rhythm is impossible to sustain. I’m growling and thrusting, eager to feel every single atom of her marvelous pussy as she unravels, as she explodes in a billion colors, and I ultimately surrender. I fill her with my seed and feel the sweet release of ecstasy as she says my name.

“Oh, Jax, yes! Just like that!”

She’s going to be the death of me. I plunge myself inside her. I dissolve and disappear in the grayish pools of her eyes. I kiss her hard on the lips as my cock pulsates happily, enveloped in her throbbing core. Every ripple squeezes me dry. Every spasm shooting from her body reverberates through mine. She is perfection. She welcomes my darkness. It scares and exhilarates me at the same time.

This woman might very well be my end.