Page 34 of The Cabin-A Reverse Harem Romance
These men cared for me more than Brad ever had. They cared about me probably more than any other man would too. To Brad, I was a possession, a thing he owned. To them, I was a beautiful woman, independent of mind and spirit, and they cared for me as such. They encouraged me to simply be me, and never failed to make me feel like I was truly enough. I was blessed to have these gorgeous, sweet, perfect men in my life, and as I laid there, I realized that my body yearned for them to be closer than they were.
No one asked me about the possible pregnancy. None of them, not even Trevor, chastised me for not telling them about it, or judged me for possibly carrying Brad’s child in the first place. They simply held me. The bed was large but was hardly big enough for all of us to lay comfortably, so the guys were crammed together in awkward angles, sitting upright while I laid curled amongst them. I was touching all of them in some way. Trevor’s hand was in my hair. Sean rubbed my shoulder and left arm. Nolan and Chase were down by my legs, one on each side, my legs brushing against them, their big strong hands stroking them gently. Chase had his hand on my knee, while Nolan ran his fingers down my calf in a soothing, gentle way.
Closing my eyes, the desire inside of me grew stronger and stronger with each touch of their hands upon my body. It wasn’t the right time to admit my feelings for these men. Like there was ever going to be a right time, but, at that moment, I was still in shock about everything that happened. My body was a live wire of raw energy, and confused, conflicted thought and emotion.
Despite that though, I knew that my feelings for them wasn’t just an adrenaline rush, or a product of my confusion. I’d had feelings for them all at one point or another, and none of those feelings every withered and died – not even when I became interested in another. I loved them, all of them. I loved them for their differences, the things that made each of them unique. They were all good men. Great men. Taken as one whole unit, they were the absolute perfect man for me, with each contributing one special trait after another.
Chase had a normally down-to-Earth and laid-back nature that I admired. Though, when he stood up for someone he cared about, he could be downright fierce. I stared down at him near the foot of the bed, feeling my heart swell at his boyish good looks, his sweet smile, and those blue eyes. His short cropped reddish blonde hair was growing out, just a bit, and was a bit shaggier than normal for the boy-next-door look, as was the scruff growing along his chin. It added to his sexiness. I turned toward Nolan, the quiet, thoughtful one of the group. He was an introvert at heart but was smarter than anyone I’d ever met. Long conversations about philosophy didn’t scare him away, and in fact, seemed to energize him. Intellectual discussions lit him up in ways little else did. We’d spent many nights up late, while my brother slept, drinking beer and talking about the stars, the universe, and what it all meant. He’d removed his glasses to lay comfortably beside us, and I missed them on his face, strangely enough. They made his eyes look larger and sweeter than they already were. With his big, brown eyes and nearly black hair, Nolan was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome.
Then there was Sean, of course. There was no denying the tatted up bad boy was a hottie, with his shaggy brown hair that fell almost to his shoulders, and those vivid green eyes of his that promised a little mischief, and a little something more. His skin was a light brown, dotted with colorful works of art that I could stare at all day. Sean liked to act big and bad, but I’d seen sides of him that others didn’t get to see. I’d seen the softer side of my bad boy. I’d seen the side that cared deeply about the people in his life. He didn’t let people in easily, but when he did, when he gave somebody his heart and trust, I knew he’d fight to the death for them. Just like he’d done for my brother.
In many ways, Trevor was similar to Sean. It was hard to imagine a born and bred Texas country boy having a lot in common with a city boy who grew up on the streets, but they were both tough on the outside, and little more than gooey on the inside. At least, they were if you ever made it past that hard outer shell, something very few people did. They could both be tremendously guarded and quick to fight to keep anybody from getting past their own defenses.
