Page 55 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

What the hell was I thinking? One day together and I was already dreaming about a future marriage?

I couldn’t help it, though. That was exactly what I was doing. I was picturing my future. And it was a nice picture, I couldn’t lie. It was something I wanted to keep fantasizing about.

But who knows if it would ever come to fruition? We’d only had one good day. Maybe things were going to change. Maybe we wouldn’t be able to hold back our jealousy, and in the end, this really wasn’t going to work.

As I looked around at Harlow and the other two guys, though, that didn’t seem true to me. I hadn’t had a hint of jealousy about either of them. Even as we were all having sex, there was no jealousy. No need to be the one who got the most attention or gave the most pleasure. I was oddly at peace with them in this situation. I wondered if they felt the same.

In my heart, there was only one thing that mattered to me these days. That was Harlow. From the day I met her, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Though I tried to shake it, I knew she was the one for me. Love at first sight sounds so cliché and lame, but it was the truth. I loved her at first sight. I felt like she really was my soulmate.

More than anything, I desperately wanted her to be happy and safe. I believed that was the real reason why I was so at ease with all of this. I could see the happiness on her face every second that I spent with her, and it brought me so much joy. I had no room for jealousy. How could I be jealous of the two other men that were making her so happy?

Even beyond that, these were two other men who would keep her safe. I wanted that just as badly as I wanted her to be happy. Maybe it was the way we met, with her nearly getting drugged. Or maybe it was because just recently, she was almost dragged out of Crave and assaulted…

Either way, I’d been acutely worried about her safety. And that worry was a big weight on me because I didn’t feel like I could possibly keep her safe all by myself.

Now I didn’t really have to feel that way. Her safety was no longer just on my shoulders. We all could keep her safe. It made me feel… calm.

Harlow began to stir on top of me. She lifted her head a little bit, and as she did, I began to slide my arm out from under her. My other arm nudged Axel, and he began to wake up, too.

We were going to need a bigger bed. Do they get bigger than a California King? Whatever, we could have one custom made. Lord knows we had the money for it.

As everyone began to wake, Harlow stretched and yawned loudly, blinking cutely at me. Man, this woman was just so damn adorable. I was never going to get enough of her.

“How did you sleep?” I asked her.

“Fantastic,” She beamed, stifling a yawn. “I don’t know if it was the sex coma or the fact that I was in bed with all my men, but I slept like a baby.”

“So did I,” Diesel agreed. “It’s probably not because I got to sleep with all my men, though.”

We all laughed, and Harlow looked around the room.

“Did you guys have fun yesterday?” she asked.

I nodded. “I did.”

Diesel and Axel nodded in agreement.

“So, then… how are we all feeling about… you know? All of this?” Harlow asked.

“About us all being together?” I asked.

She nodded nervously. I knew why. She was scared that one of us was going to object to this. I could see how much it meant to her to have all three of us here, and how desperately she didn’t want to let that go.

Well, I definitely wasn’t going to be the one to break her heart when I wanted so badly for her happiness. I hoped Diesel and Axel wouldn’t, either.

“I feel good,” Axel said first.

“Yeah,” Diesel agreed. “So do I. I really didn’t think I would. I wouldn’t normally think I was capable of sharing my woman, but it was great. And the sex was hot.”

Leave it to Diesel to need to comment on the sex to all of us. But he wasn’t wrong, it was hot.

“Right,” Axel acknowledged. “There wasn’t any weirdness between any of us. Even though I know this isn’t a normal situation for most people, I felt fine with it. I guess, really, I felt more than fine. I really enjoyed yesterday.”

I could see the joy rising in Harlow’s face as she looked at me.

I was the one who doubted this yesterday, so my opinion was probably the one she was most nervous about.

“I really feel good about it. I know there are no guarantees on this arrangement—how long it could last, whether this is going to work out—but I’m kind of hoping it does. I don’t know. Something about this just feels… right?”

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