Page 15 of Single Mom’s Undoing (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems #1)

“Barely,” Jace scoffs.

I want to resent that, I do. But I can’t, because he’s right.

“You’re not resigning,” Carter says as he takes a step toward me.

I move further back, increasingly eager to reach the door before he can stop me. “I can do the designs remotely and send them over. I’ll draw up a services rendered contract, I’m good with that.”

“I’m not,” he replies, closing the distance between us. “I’m done playing, Clara. You’re not going anywhere. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m not letting you leave. ”

“You can’t keep me hostage,” I state firmly, quivering on the inside.

Carter crowds me until my back is against the door. I gasp as I hear him turn the lock.

“I said you’re not going anywhere,” he hisses and presses his thigh between my legs, causing my mind to spin.

I lose track of time and space, holding my breath as Carter drills holes into my soul with his furiously aroused glare.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says again, then kisses me hard on the lips.

I can’t resist.

He’s too angry.

I’m too turned on.

He’s hard and pulsating against my lower belly. The kiss evolves into something primal and impossible to control. His hand comes up to remove the pin from my hair, a cascade of red falling over my shoulders.

“It’s time you learned a very important lesson, Clara,” Carter says, his breath hot and ragged as it tickles my swollen lips. “You’re ours.”

I glance over his shoulder to see Damon and Jace taking their clothes off, hungry looks in their eyes. In the meantime, Carter unzips my pants and unceremoniously pulls them down, while I mindlessly fumble with his shirt.

I groan as he grabs my breast, squeezing tightly through my blouse and lacy bra.

He takes my blouse off, quickly unsnapping the bra clasp in a desperate effort to undress me. In under a minute, I’m left naked and wanting, flanked by three men .

Jace pulls me into a deep kiss. His cock twitches, pressed against my hip, while Damon gets behind me, his hands roaming up and down my back.

Carter grips my chin, pressing his lips against mine. “Always mine, always ours. Say it.”

“Carter…”

“Say it!”

“I’m yours.”

They are the easiest words to ever roll off my tongue.

We look into each other’s eyes for a long, heady moment. And then our lips crash again, our tongues clashing. Four bodies, skin on skin, tangled and burning hot as we melt into each other.

I feel Damon’s tongue drawing a line down my nape.

Jace’s teeth nip at my shoulder while his hand slips between my legs.

Carter kisses me, hard, furious, his index and thumb pinching my nipple until the sweet sting travels and spreads to my core, igniting every nerve. The control I barely had a hold of in the first place is gone.

“On your knees, baby,” Carter commands me.

“What?” I ask, dazed and aroused beyond any sense.

“On your knees.”

I kneel on the soft carpet, and the three of them get in front of me.

I stroke Carter and Jace’s hard cocks with slow moves, tightening my grip at the base.

Over and over, a rhythm builds as the men watch me, as I look into each of their eyes while I wrap my lips around Damon’s cock, tasting the precum on the tip of my tongue.

I suckle the head with growing hunger, while he runs his fingers through my hair.

When it’s Jace’s turn, I relax the back of my throat and let him go all the way in, reveling in the sound of his grunts as he thrusts himself deeper.

“Open wide, baby,” Carter says as he takes over. I quicken my strokes on Damon and Jace while Carter holds my head firmly and thrusts into my mouth.

By the time I catch my breath again, I feel my hot juices trickling down my thighs. I’m so aroused I can barely function, turning into sizzling putty in their hands.

Carter shoves a hand in my hair as he pulls me back up to my feet. I lean against him, my breasts pressed to his broad, muscular chest. Jace’s hand slips between my thighs, his fingers finding me primed and desperately ready.

“Fucking hell,” he snarls.

“I’m yours,” I moan as Jace’s fingers probe my entrance.

“Ours,” Damon corrects.

“I want you,” I manage, quivering and struggling to remain upright as a ball of tension unfurls in the pit of my stomach. “All of you.”

“Careful what you wish for,” Carter warns me. “You’re going to get it, but on one condition.”

I remain still as Jace’s fingers tease my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. He keeps me there, in a desperate limbo.

“Anything,” I beg. “Just take me. ”

“You’re not leaving us again,” Carter says matter-of-factly.

“I–I won’t…”

Jace flicks my clit harder and faster, once again making the blood rush to my head. “Say it,” he growls. “Say it.”

“I’m not leaving you again. Oh, god, don’t stop!”

But he does.

And I cry out in genuine frustration, holding on to Damon and Carter’s sculpted shoulders as Jace removes his hand and slaps my ass. I welcome the sting, my pussy clenching in sweet agony as they edge me until I can’t take it anymore.

“I’m not leaving you again,” I tell Carter, then look at Damon and Jace. “I promise.”

“We’re going to hold you to it,” Damon replies.

Carter allows himself a subtle smile as he pulls me over to the sofa. Showering me with kisses, the men take their positions.

“Here,” Carter says, sitting on the sofa first. “Get on top of me.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, eager to let him fill me.

He stills, his cock twitching upon hearing those words. “Say that again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans. I glance down just in time to see his erection struggling, swelling even more. Thick veins bulge along the shaft, and I am compelled to put all of it inside me .

I settle on top of him, our gazes locked as he holds the base of his cock for me to slide down on. Jace settles behind me. My heart skips a beat as I feel his tip probing my entrance, my juices glazing them both while the blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy.

“Easy, baby,” Jace whispers, then nuzzles my ear.

Slowly, they both slide in.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry out in sheer ecstasy as they stretch me beyond my wildest dreams. “Oh, this is incredible.”

There are no words to describe the sensation, the complete abandonment of self. But when Damon climbs on top of the sofa to position himself in front of me, I realize that I’m about to be claimed by all three of them at once.

Without so much as a second thought, I grab on to Damon’s hips, looking up to meet his gaze as he slides down my throat. My moans are muffled as he caresses my face, his lips parted, his breath fractured.

At the same time, I let my hips sway back and forth a little as I ride Carter. Jace starts moving, matching our rhythm until a flow is established.

“You are officially ours, Clara,” Jace says, his fingers digging into my hips.

Carter slips a thumb between us, keeping his other hand wrapped around my throat. He loves what it does to me, and when he starts rubbing my clit, faster and harder, I explode. I let go of everything I know, of everything I am.

My body disconnects from my mind altogether, then Damon takes a hold of my head .

Our eyes meet, and I see the ecstasy shining in those brown orbs of his.

“Ours, Clara,” he grunts and stiffens, his cock jolting against the back of my throat. His seed jets out, hot and salty, and I swallow every damn drop.

“I’m yours,” I reply, short of breath as he leans down for a sloppy, savory kiss.

Jace and Carter continue to thrust into me.

“Yours… all yours,” I say it again, melting into a loud moan as Jace’s hand comes down to slap my ass again. My pussy clenches in response.

“Fuck!” Jace gasps and plunges himself deep inside me. I feel him coming.

Carter pulls me in, our noses bumping as he looks into my eyes. “Damn fucking straight you’re ours!” he growls.

Carter comes next, filling me full.

We sit tangled, naked and covered in sweat, the afterglow casting a golden shade to our eyes. “I am and I’m done fighting this,” I whisper after a while.

“That resignation is going straight into the shredder,” Carter says, then pulls me closer. “I’m done tiptoeing around this, Clara. Whatever you’re dealing with, we’re going to face it together.”

Easier said than done, but I don’t have any strength left in me to fight him on it. There’s been enough running and hiding over the past five years.

Right here is where I belong.

My body knows it .

And so does my soul.

As the minutes roll by, and we gradually recover our breath and senses, I look around at the office, at the clothes strewn about, wondering where my panties might be.

“Looking for these?” Jace asks and holds up his hand. My panties are hooked around his finger.

“I was, yes,” I giggle and try to grab them.

“Oh, no, we’re not done yet,” he replies as he throws the panties back on the floor.

“I thought we were going to keep this professional while we were at the office,” I protest.

“I think we’re well past that, don’t you?” Damon smirks.

Carter’s desk phone rings, causing all of us to go quiet. It’s like we just got busted by the teacher.

“Don’t move an inch,” Carter sighs and walks over to his desk. I admire his gloriously naked body as he moves. Every rope of muscle, the tattoos on his back, the faint scars on the back of his right leg. “Hello?”

I don’t know who’s on the other end of the line, but I can read Carter’s face. It causes a knot to tighten in my chest—so tight, in fact, that my fight-or-flight instinct threatens to kick in.

“I’ll need a few minutes,” he says, then hangs up and looks at us, regret written in his expression.

“My father is in the building. He wants to see me.”

And just like that, despite the promises made just moments ago, I’m ready to run.