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

Chapter 10

10

Jax

M arius is infinitely more energetic in the morning. I actually like that about him, especially because he’s the first to wake up and in the kind of mood that has his hands running up and down my body under the covers. My eyes peel open as I part from the sweetest dream, his fingers kneading the toned flesh of my ass and hips. I’m usually the little spoon so I get a perfect sense of how eager and rock-hard he already is.

“Morning,” I mumble, feeling his breath on the back of my neck.

His heart thuds against my back, his cock twitching between my bottom cheeks as his hand moves around my hip and works its way up. “Morning, baby,” he whispers in my ear, then kisses and playfully nibbles on the lobe. Sparks shoot through my belly as his hand finds my bare breast and squeezes gently.

I hiss and arch my back in response. He loves it, groaning harshly as he trails wet kisses down the side of my neck. He slips his left hand around my waist to keep me glued to him, while the right hand works back downward and between my legs. I part my knees to welcome him.

“Oh, I see we’re in the mood,” I giggle and turn my head just in time to receive a long, tender kiss. He licks my upper lip, embers burning in his dark eyes as he looks at me.

“I’m always in the mood with you,” he says.

His fingers work my clit, sliding between the wet folds as my temperature spikes. I’m aching for him, deep down, my core throbbing as I shift so his cock can find its way to where it’s supposed to be. I feel the head at my entrance, warm and slick against my creamy pussy.

“Dammit, Shay, you’re more than ready for me,” Marius grunts harshly as he goes in.

I suck in a deep breath as he moves slowly at first, stretching and filling me. I don’t want this to ever end. I’m home with him, I’m safe with them, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, happier than I ever thought possible. Marius holds me for what feels like forever, then starts to move again. This time, he goes deeper and faster, our bodies melting into one another, undulating like reeds in the water.

The motions are perfectly synced, our breathing and our hearts beating in unison. He rubs my clit harder, feeling me tighten around him as he intensifies his thrusts. Sweat drips along my temples as I sense the deluge coming. The climax shakes me to the core as I crumble in his embrace. I ripple outward like a scorching sun, feeling his every motion deep within me. He possesses me, body and soul, biting my shoulder as he takes me harder.

“Come over here,” he says, then rolls us both over.

I climb on top of him, still gushing and pulsating as he spears me with his magnificent cock. I don’t move for about a minute, content to simply enjoy the sheer size and thickness stretching me. He cups my breasts and fondles them, smiling devilishly when I begin to move again.

The rhythm intensifies as he plants his heels into the bed and starts meeting my every move. My hips rock back and forth.

This position is optimal for my own pleasure, I quickly remember, as my clit presses against his groin. He thrusts upward, faster and harder, pounding into me while I grind to match his motions. It causes a devastating orgasm to build up before it explodes.

“Harder,” I cry out.

Marius moans loudly as he tightens his hold on my breasts and fucks me harder and deeper. I’m bouncing and sweating and climaxing all over him, my mind in shambles as I feel his cock twitch, as I feel him come inside me. I love the look on his face, the way he breathes and the way he closes his eyes to revel in the sensation.

I’m so tender, quivering like a leaf blown by the morning winds. My nipples red from pinching, my clit overly sensitive with each grind throwing me over the edge repeatedly. I want every drop of this man inside me, I want to be his with everything I’ve got. He’s already mine. I can tell. And as I collapse on top of him, panting and glistening in the afterglow, as I kiss him lovingly on the lips, I know we’ve got each other no matter what.

The two of us are amazing together. The four of us are unstoppable. Yet Marius has a link to my heart, a certain sensitivity that connects us on a wholly different level.

“You’re my favorite kind of breakfast,” Marius says.

I chuckle softly, my arms wrapped around his neck. “We should eat something, though. I doubt we’re getting out of this room before noon.”

“Oh, is that so? I take it you’ve got plans for me, Shay?”

“Well, you can’t just tease a girl with a morning snack and not expect her to want more,” I reply, planting sweet kisses on his rugged cheek while I run my fingers through his beard. “I want a full breakfast, sir.”

“A full breakfast you shall have, then.”

A half an hour later, we’re having an actual breakfast in bed, courtesy of the spa’s illustrious room service. We’re comfortably seated with a bamboo tray between us, loaded with mini-sandwiches and fresh fruit salad, coffee with steamed milk and an assortment of sweet and savory pastries.

“I don’t know what it will be like when we go back to Seattle.” I let the thought slip out as I grab another sandwich.

Marius gives me a curious look, while I briefly enjoy the idea of the two of us, naked and sharing breakfast. He’s been out of my reach for so long, I still can’t get used to us being like this.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“This foursome thing works beautifully up here. But how will we manage it further? I like where it’s going, I love how we are together…”

“Yeah, me, too. It’s different. Insanely fun. Intimate. Not like anything I’ve ever experienced, to be honest,” Marius admits.

“Right?” I can’t help but smile. “It’s crazy and wonderful at the same time. And so far, we seem to have succeeded in compartmentalizing our relationship… but we’ve passed another threshold up here in Chappaqua, so I wonder… how will we fare in Seattle?”

Marius thinks about it for a moment. “We could just keep it simple and take it one day at a time. We did agree that our foursome should be strictly physical. We keep our expectations low and see where it leads.” He pauses to give me a long, intense look. “It doesn’t mean I plan on letting you go anytime soon, Shay. You and me, we’re a different thing altogether.”

“Are we?” Why do I sound surprised? I’ve been crushing on this man so hard for so long, after all.

“Of course. Don’t you think so? Or am I delusional?” he asks, and I’m compelled to shake my head.

“No, definitely not delusional. I guess I’m just always expecting something to go sideways or horribly wrong. My past experiences haven’t been indicative of great things being great for too long.”

“This isn’t that,” he says, and it instantly makes me feel better.

He looks like he’s got some thoughts of his own on his mind, so I ask. “What’s up?”

“Just some work stuff. I know we aren’t supposed to be talking about it here, but…”

“No, tell me,” I say, reaching out for him.

Marius’s gaze softens as he covers my hand with his. “You know my frustrations about the reception staff already. I’m just worried I’m going to reach a boiling point where I will simply start firing people left and right and be done with it.”

“What happened?”

“I was checking my emails earlier.”

“Earlier when I was in the shower, missing you?”

He gives me a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” I laugh lightly. “You’re never too far from your work, no matter how hard you try. I know what that’s like and I totally get it. So talk to me.”

“It’s just… I got an email from the accountant, and it’s not looking good. There’s a significant loss on the drinks stock, way more than it should be, and none of the reception staff seem to know how it happened.”

My brows furrow slightly. “How can they not know? They work the reception desk. They sell the drinks, the supplements, the gym passes… That’s not a reasonable answer.”

“Right. I agree. The point is, if Richard hears about it, he’ll be pissed.”

“Shit.”

The last thing we need is to give Richard one more reason to consider pulling out of the gym at a time when we need him the most.

Marius takes a deep breath and a sip of his coffee, his eyes searching my face. “I don’t know what to do about this, how to approach the issue with the reception staff without firing all three. It’s not even the first time, as you remember.”

“How much of a loss are we talking about?”

“About a grand.”

“Last time it was two grand, right?”

He nods once. “Yeah.”

“Do the inventory again when we get back. Make sure all three are present and make sure they sign the stock sheets. Then have the accountant revisit the figures and see where you stand. Then call a meeting with us, then with the reception staff once we decide how we’re going to proceed. Either we fire all three or we take the loss out of their pay. There’s no other way around it.”

“I think I was happier when I was just training clients.”

“But you love the management side of things. And you’re really good at it. I doubt our gym would’ve worked as well without you behind it,” I tell him.

He smiles softly. “Thanks, Shay… but it’s not working as well as it should be. You know it, I know it, Jax knows it. Richard definitely knows it. We just can’t take any more hits at this point.”

Marius is right. We can’t afford losses on the drinks stock. We can’t afford missing gym passes. Tardy receptionists. Fewer clients altogether. We can’t afford any sort of dent, not when we’re so close to failing entirely. I reckon we will need to sit down and talk about this before we even go back to Seattle.

The accountant always makes sure we’re all carbon copied into her emails, so if Marius got these figures, so did I, and so did Jax and Richard. I’ve done my best to keep my nose out of my work email while we’re at the spa, but I’m pretty sure Richard won’t resist the temptation of checking his soon—if he hasn’t already.

Just as I suspected, Richard did read that email.

We meet downstairs at the restaurant for lunch, fully aware we’ll be broaching this hot topic. Jax looks tense, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched as he cuts through his steak. Richard seems calm, but it’s the kind of calm that settles before the storm. I can almost smell the rain coming as he works his way through a plate of pasta. Marius and I were more or less prepared for this, but I still don’t like the feeling, the uneasiness with which we sit in silence and just… eat.

I break the silence eventually. “There’s an elephant in the room that we need to address, guys.”

“I was hoping we’d get to dessert, first,” Richard sighs and puts his fork down, his plate now cleared of most of the ricotta and spinach ravioli he ordered.

“Honestly, I didn’t want to talk about the gym at all,” I reply. “But that email…”

Jax shakes his head slowly. “It’s the second time.”

“Yeah,” I say.

“I was hoping we’d talk about it and reach a reasonable conclusion together,” Marius says. “We didn’t take action the first time because we were still in the beginning and there was a lot of stuff going on at the time. We had multiple errors and holes to patch, and things got lost in the shuffle. But now, we’re two years in. We shouldn’t have an issue like this at this point.”

“I agree,” Richard says. “For the sake of fairness, I’d say charge all three receptionists for the lost amount. We don’t fire them. Yet. If they want to quit in protest, that’s their problem.”

“Oh, I’m all for that,” Jax says. “Charge them. They need to pay for carelessness. The company paid enough the last time.”

I wonder what Alice will think of that. She is usually the loudest and often going on about workers’ rights without having done any of the work in the first place. I look to Marius for guidance in this conversation, mainly because he is usually the one who deals with the reception issues.

“What do you say?” I ask him. “Do we just charge them and see how they take it?”

“They’ll have to take it or leave it,” Marius replies with a tired shrug. “I’m done covering for them. I’m done rewarding incompetence. There’s no point in keeping people around if they’re sinking this ship we’ve worked so hard to build.”

Richard gives him a slight frown. “We’re not firing anybody.”

I think he’s trying to tell us not to fire Alice if she rebels and says she’s not going to pay the charge for our missing stock. I’m compelled to respond, however, but not before a long sip of rose wine.

“Richard, if they want to leave, we can’t stop them. But like you said, we have to charge them.”

“Right. No, I agree,” he quickly backs down.

It irks me. I never liked the subtle favoritism he showed towards Alice, and while I understand their previous history, I do worry that he might still be holding her to a higher rank than the other reception staff.

‘Is there something we don’t know about Alice?” I ask bluntly.

He gazes at me. “She’s lived a tough life. But you’re right. She doesn’t get to take advantage. We’ll treat them all the same.”

“We can’t sustain another loss like this.”

“We should definitely implement new fitness programs,” I say. “Lyle and Marius have their project; I’ve agreed to give them my full support on the matter. And Jax has new martial arts training programs he wants to advertise. We need to get our marketing team on top of that.”

Richard gives me a soft smile. “Always our rock, huh, Shay?”

“We’re in this together,” I reply. “And I want the gym to work as much as you guys.”

“Whatever we do, it needs to move quickly and it needs to grow fast,” he says. “I’m not throwing the towel in, but I’m not feeling much enthusiasm for it, either. I don’t want to put anybody out, but like I’ve said in the past, I’m not willing to inject any more cash into the business right now. I hope you all understand.”

Jax pats his shoulder with a nod of understanding. “I get you, brother. You’ve already done so much. It wouldn’t be fair of us to ask you to keep bailing us out. But we do need you by our side. Your whole network could be useful here, you know? Your bodybuilding connections, former colleagues, trainers, their clients… I mean, once we get some of the preliminary marketing materials together, could you at least forward everything to your contacts? You know it would help.”

“Tremendously!” I agree enthusiastically. “Your social media following alone should yield some new clients in January and February if you post the announcements.”

Richard thinks about it for a moment, absentmindedly scratching his red beard. “I’ll ask my secretary to share and post everything as soon as you send it to me.”

“Rick, I know we’ve been through plenty together, and I know we’ll get through this, too,” Marius tells him. “I just hope you’ll stay on board. Through thick and thin…”

“I don’t plan on bailing anytime soon,” Richard says. “But let’s finish the gym-related conversation here, okay? I don’t want to talk about West Key until we’re back in Seattle. There is still so much for us to do here, don’t you think?”

Almost immediately, I feel the heat rising up to my cheeks. “What did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper as I finish my wine.

“We haven’t tried the Leather Room,” he says, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I’ve been wondering what you might look like in a black leather outfit. The hostess gave me a catalogue to pick from.”

“Oh, really?” Marius tries not to laugh upon noticing the blush on my face. His hand reaches under the table, fingers grasping my thigh and squeezing gently. “See, Richard, now you’ve got me curious about the leather outfit, as well.”

Jax grins broadly. “Shay, I’m thinking us three guys could go over the catalogue together and pick an outfit for you. How does that sound?”

“Only if you plan on fucking my brains out while I’m wearing it,” I shoot back confidently as Marius’s hand works its way up my thigh. “Or after I take it off.”

Somewhere behind me, at another table, I hear a woman gasping and moaning softly. I’m pretty sure her husband is doing something deliciously dirty, much like at every other meal we’ve had in this place. Everybody is so shameless and horny all the time, it’s almost making me wish the rest of the world could be as open and as uninhibited as we are when we’re here.

I’m already slick with anticipation as I think about the leather outfit. Whatever they pick, I know I’ll get my fill in it. Judging by the hungry looks in the eyes of my men, I know they’re going to give me everything and more if I ask. But what I find most appealing is our ability to keep business and pleasure completely separate.

Part of me worried we’d fail on this matter.

So far, so good. I’m still in danger, sort of. I’m falling for them. I feel it. Every time I look into Richard’s wild green eyes. Every time I feel Jax’s lips on me. Every time I breathe in Marius’ scent. I’m falling harder and harder, and I’m not sure I have a working brake system. But at least I’m definitely and undoubtedly over Vincent. At least I have that.