The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

One Hundred & Six

"Yeah, I'm not sure why she wouldn't ans—"

Chris' deep voice ends abruptly as the doors jerk open to the lab. Methodical footsteps follow him, and I know without looking they belong to Michael. His are even, measured, and thoughtful, while Charlie's swagger oozes out of every inch of his being.

"She's in the lab," his chuckle makes my heart flutter. "Pretty deep in some research with Lewis and Jason... yeah, they're up and moving around already."

He's moving toward us slowly, eyes caught with mine. They're alight like twin flames, twinkling with mischief and lust. The white t-shirt he wears is skintight, lovingly shaping every inch of his muscles.

So handsome...

As my eyes roll back, he speaks again. It's distorted, garbled by my pulse ringing in my ears. Jason's skilled with his fingers and tongue—relentless on my pussy. A noise bordering on obscene leaves him and I come.

My muscles lock, hard. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, doing all I can to keep a scream at bay. Warm and viscous, blood explodes in my mouth and leaks down my chin.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." Lewis. His voice echoes in my ear, and his hands are beguiling on my skin. Gently, he traces my arms, and lower, to trail along my waist. "You're going to do that every day. Every. Fucking. Day. Do you understand?"

I know their voices, their touch, their walk. Would it make me a whore to know the exact length and girth of their dicks, too? To know exactly where my tongue needs to stroke and how hard I must suck to make them fall apart in my mouth? Down my throat?

Where to put my fingers? How to flex my pussy? How to position my legs to keep them deep inside of me?

I know when they want to fuck. I know how long it takes before their cocks are hard again. The look in Chris' eyes tells me where he wishes his cock was buried.

How is he still speaking with them? Why? Why isn't he touching me yet?

I need his hands on me. Michael's, too. And Charlie's.

My legs are spread so wide I'm sure he can see everything without trying. The person on the other end of the phone can wait. Life can wait. What matters is my next orgasm and the way Jason's tongue hasn't stopped despite the tremble in my legs and the desperate moans escaping from my mouth.

My stomach is taut, tightening further the more his tongue moves. Hungry for more, I sink a hand into his hair and rut my hips. I just need to—

"No, it doesn't appear they're suffering any side effects," Chris' laughter is edgy. "I'll let them know."

A shiver rocks my entire frame as Jason's fingers curl inside of me and his lips seal around my clit. I spread wider for him, back arching. Lewis stands behind me, functioning as a makeshift wall. His hands are under my shirt, cupping my breasts.

His voice is a seductive whisper in my ear.

I'm gorgeous. Wonderful. The best thing to ever happen to him. A dream come true. His forever. His love.

These and more.

He promises more than I can keep up with and more than I can ever hope for: pleasure, pain, and a bright future for all of us. I ache for the future he paints and the love I hear in his tone. The words he speaks stop only when Chris closes the distance between us and instead of Lewis' warm breath at my ear, his mouth sinks to my neck.

"Well... I suppose there is just one..." Chris muses, phone still at his ear. A brief smile overtakes his face, and he barks a laugh. "No. Nothing to cause alarm. It looks like Blue has a remedy for it."