Page 45 of Her Christmas Harem

“We’re going to ask her to come up after dinner, right?” Ibrahim asked.

“So eager to get a second chance at that gorgeous ass of hers?” I asked, finding myself strangely protective of her.

“Don’t be crude,” Ibrahim snapped. “She deserves better.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “You like her.”

“I like her a lot,” he confirmed. “And she’s had a shit day, and it sounds like a shit couple of years, relationship-wise.” He met my eyes, his familiar smile rueful and affectionate. “Don’t be a dick, okay, James?”

He knew me too well. Benedict frowned because he knew me too. His eyes met mine, darkening. “Nobody’s going to be an asshole to her. Unless that’s what she wants, of course.”

Benedict was the wild card in all of this. Ibrahim and I had gotten into plenty of trouble before—with each other and with women. His sweet side balanced out my tendency toward mischief, but I suspected Benedict’s need to exercise iron control over every aspect of his life extended to sex too. I wasn’t sure how that would fit into our dynamic, but I was willing to give it a try if that’s what Piper wanted.

“Just a couple of days of fun, right?” I asked.

Benedict raised an eyebrow, communicating his disdain in one elegant movement. “Do you think she’d make a good girlfriend for a gangster like you?” I pressed my lips into a tight line. “Or me?” he continued with a hard stare.

Fuck. No. A woman like Piper didn’t need exposure to the dark underbelly of our lives any more than she needed a cheating fiancé.

Suddenly morose, I eased myself up off Benedict’s bed, leaving him to arrange his room in peace.

Ibrahim raised an eyebrow as I prowled toward him. I took off my sweater, leaving only my T-shirt as I pushed him back against the door, looking for quick relief from my frustration.

“You’re going to get all wet, James,” he murmured as I bent my lips toward his.

I hummed and dragged his towel off of him. “Oh no, anything but that.”

Ibrahim chuckled and wrapped his arms around my neck. I kissed along the seam of his lips, teasing him until he opened his mouth. Our tongues battled as our kiss turned passionate. His hand strayed down my neck to stroke down my back, pulling me closer into him so I could feel his hardness pressing against my own.

He dragged me backward into our room, until we tumbled down onto the bed, laughing together. I stripped off my now soaking T-shirt, and slipped my jeans over my hips. Ibrahim ran his fingers down my chest, his eyes hooded and dark with appreciation as he wrapped his fingers around my already hard cock.

I groaned as he pumped his fist up and down. “Fucking yes, Ibrahim, God,” I muttered, almost incoherent as he attended to my pleasure.

“She’s got you all spun up, doesn’t she?” he murmured.

I cupped my hands around his jaw, stroking my thumbs over his cheek, grateful for a play partner who didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. “Her and you, Ibrahim,” I said, offering him quiet words of reassurance and affirmation as I skimmed my lips down his jaw. Both of us were hard and near the edge, desperate for even the smallest respite from our aching need.

He threw his head back as I kissed his neck and reached down to take his cock in hand. Our limbs tangled as we stroked each other. I groaned as Ibrahim gripped me more tightly, smearing pre-cum over my length to ease the slide of his hand. “Fuck, Ibrahim.”

Ibrahim didn’t respond as he thrust his hips up into my hand. He squeezed his eyes shut as his rhythm turned erratic, and he came all over my hand. The sight of him taking his pleasure sent me over the ledge and I spurted cum all over his stomach, finding my own release.

“Fuck, James,” Ibrahim echoed, leaning his forehead against mine. “That was intense.”

I nodded, not saying a word, trying to catch my breath as we lay together. “Wet and sticky,” I muttered to myself, laughing at the mess we’d made. “Guess we’ll have to take a shower.”

Ibrahim kissed my nose. “Oh no, not a shower with you. Wouldn’t that be terrible?”

I laughed as I slid off the bed and sauntered into our bathroom. “The worst. Anything but that.”

He winked at me as he sprawled out on the bed, the deep umber of his skin practically glowing with contentment in the afternoon light. Whatever may or may not happen with Piper, I couldn’t complain about a peaceful interlude to play with Ibrahim and delay returning to the darkness of our lives back home.

WE GRABBED A TABLE at the hotel bar and sprawled out in the low seats, content to relax, drink excellent liquor, and wait for Piper to make an appearance. I kept my eye on the elevator as Ibrahim flirted with Benedict and the bartender. He couldn’t help himself. He was so fucking genuine and sweet that everyone responded to him.

When Piper stepped out of the elevator, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was wearing her white sneakers and her bare legs stretched for miles under a tiny black skirt. She wore a crop top that wrapped around her waist, then crossed over her chest before looping around her neck, exposing the inside curves of her breasts. It wouldn’t take much to nudge a strap to the side and take a perfect dusky nipple into my mouth.

She wore her garnet hair in loose waves draped over her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes darted around the room as if she was afraid we weren’t going to be there, waiting for her.

I caught her eye and Piper’s face lit up in a gorgeous smile, sending my heart racing. Her ex was a fucking moron, but his loss was my gain—our gain. She tugged on the hem of her skirt as she walked. Her modesty and discomfort, combined with the fact that she was a walking, talking, curvy sex goddess, was absolutely adorable.

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