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Single Mom's Sparkle
A Contemporary Reverse Harem Romance
Kai Lesy
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Single Mom’s Glow Up (Preview)
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"We adore you and your little girls. We can't risk losing you."
I clutch my pregnant belly. "What aren't you telling me?"
I was a homeless single mom.
Stranded on an icy road with two little girls.
Then we found a loving home with Kellan, Fallon, and Luke.
The men of my dreams showed me I was truly deserving of love.
And they protected us from my abusive ex husband.
But everything changed when I became pregnant...
The three of them are keeping something BIG from me.
The kind of secret that could take away everything I hold dear.
I'll be damned if I put my little girls through danger. Never again.
Is this the beginning of the end?
Or can we somehow overcome the biggest hurdle yet?
1
Avery
“It’s going to be okay. Right guys?”
That’s what I asked Kellan, Fallon, and Luke when I first broke the news of my unexpected pregnancy a few days ago.
They were surprised and somewhat pale-faced for the better part of a minute, which had me worried. But then all three broke out in huge smiles before hugging and kissing me. They said they were happy and eager for us to build a family together, and I wanted to believe them.
I still do.
Yet I’m not sure if it really is going to be okay. Maybe I was lying to them and trying to appease myself when I said those words. I still mutter them every once in a while to the woman in the mirror—if only to reassure her.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
I never expected to find myself stranded on the side of a road, in the middle of a Nebraskan snowstorm, with two daughters in tow while running away from my abusive ex-husband. I never expected to find refuge in the arms of three handsome ex-Navy SEALs.
They sheltered and safeguarded us, even to the extent that they had to see to it that my ex-husband, Daniel, was no longer in the picture.
Scoring a positive on a pregnancy test a couple of weeks ago wasn’t in the books, either.
Love has a funny way of showing up when it’s least expected, though I’m not sure love is going to be enough. The shift in Kellan, Fallon, and Luke’s behavior since they learned about the baby has been undeniable. I’ve been seeing less and less of them—they always seem to be busy or traveling or stuck in the meeting rooms of the mansion’s east wing. Even Annie and Miley have started asking about them, saying how much they miss them and the amount of time we used to spend together.
I’ve been resisting pressing my flight-or-fight instinct button, but I don’t feel like I have a choice anymore. My head is a blur, my heart is in turmoil. I am restless, and fearful of losing the stability I thought I’d managed to build here in this wonderful place.
I’ve decided to pack a bag for the girls and me—just the essentials until I find a rental apartment for the three of us—and to leave the mansion behind. It's a hasty choice, driven by my mind's need to take control of the situation, since my soul is torn and hopelessly in love with these men.
“Come on, Avery, you don’t have to go,” Helen says as I carry my suitcase down the hallway toward the stairs. “Do the boys know?”
“No, they don’t know,” I reply. “I have tried talking to them about it, but they keep giving me the busy card—a meeting here, a drug bust there, a car to tow somewhere else—and another day passes that I am unable to address my concern with their recent change in behavior. Let’s be honest, Helen, it’s not something to be discussed over the phone, is it?”
She gives me a sad look. “No, it’s not. But honey, this is abrupt and a little bit extreme, too. You’re pregnant.”
“I don’t feel welcome here anymore.” I sigh deeply, my hands shaking as I build up the courage to carry the suitcase downstairs.
“Avery, they’re just busy, especially after that whole incident with Daniel. It took a toll on them, too, you know. You need to be a little more patient with them.”
“They can tell me all of this themselves,” I say, and I know that deep down she’s right. But my fears are far too strong and deep-rooted, my desire to protect myself and the girls from further heartache and disappointment having a strong hold on my judgment. “If they want me to stay, they could at least find the time to tell me.”
“This is wrong,” she shakes her head slowly, the dismay evident in her otherwise soft voice. “Avery, you’re not using your head.”
“Oh, but I am. It’s my head that I’m actually using for the first time since I got here. Helen, I’ve got a good gig going with the interior decorating, and I make enough money to support myself and the girls. I was never supposed to stay here forever, no matter what our feelings were in the aftermath of what happened with Daniel.”
That dreaded day when my worst fears came true. My ex-husband snatched my girls out of their school, killing two Wolfhound Security agents in the process. Then he abducted me, holding all three of us hostage in a remote cabin. If Kellan, Fallon, and Luke hadn’t stepped in he would have surely killed me and most likely himself, leaving our girls locked in a room alone and terrified.
They saved us. Luke had no choice but to do the unthinkable. But none of that weighs as much as it should if I feel like I can’t trust them going forward, if I don’t get the reassurance I so desperately need in order to stay in the mansion. I don’t want to live lonely in an occupied house, waiting for morsels of their time and attention.
“Please, Avery, at least wait until they get back tonight,” Helen tries to plead with me again.
I give her a long look, fully aware of the love she has for Kellan and Fallon in particular. She’s their aunt, after all, and she’s been more of a mother and a parent to them than their actual parents ever were. Elizabeth and William Cassidy chose their dirty business practices and fattening their family fortune over their sons a long time ago. They’re also responsible for the financial ruin that ultimately killed Helen’s husband and left her a destitute widow. She’s been by the boys’ side ever since, and I can’t blame her for speaking in their favor. To be fair, I’m not so sure that I’m doing the right thing—the more she speaks, the more confused I get. The weight of the suitcase feels heavier than it did five minutes ago.
“If I don’t do this now, I’ll keep hanging around and finding excuses to try again tomorrow,” I tell her. “I have to go. I won’t be a desperate woman begging for attention they don’t have to give.”
Yet as soon as I reach the ground floor and brace myself to leave, the front door opens. Kellan, Fallon, and Luke come in, leaving me breathless and wordless as I try to find the courage to walk out the door.
“Helen called us,” Kellan says upon noticing my confusion.
I give Helen a sour look and she responds with a shrug. “What was I supposed to do, honey? I’ve been trying to talk you out of it since this morning but clearly it didn’t work. You left me no choice,” she says.
“Don’t be cross with her,” Kellan says, his gaze fixed on me.
I can’t tell if they’re angry or worried, scared or just being their usual, surly selves. They’ve been so damn difficult to read since they saved me from Daniel. It seems they are trying hard to mask the trauma, to give me the impression that they’re fine and in complete control of their lives, of the life we’ve built together. But I can see through the cracks, even though they are trying to protect me from the dark. That entire ordeal took a toll on all of us.
“Avery, what are you doing?” Fallon asks, his voice low, his tone heavy.
“I need a break,” I reply, though I’m not sure if those are the right words to say. My earlier resolve is slowly dissolving as my anger and anxiety are gradually subsiding, causing even more confusion. “I just need to get out of here.”
“Why? You have everything you need here,” Kellan says. “Including the three of us.”
“Avery, you’re pregnant with our child,” Luke adds, his s
“Ever since I told you guys about the pregnancy, you’ve been aloof and distant. Always busy, always out of the house, never around when I need you. Something is going on, and none of you are willing to talk about it. I’m thinking I’ll be better off on my own, if only for a while. I won’t stay where I feel like I’m a burden.”
The guys exchange worried glances and take a deep breath in unison.
Fallon looks at Helen. “Would you be so kind as to take the girls upstairs to their room?” he asks her. “They won’t be going anywhere today.”
“You don’t get to decide that” I protest.
“Avery, the four of us need to talk,” Kellan cuts in. “It’s best if Annie and Miley are with Helen while we do that. Let them enjoy some playtime in the comfort of their room.”
“Fine,” I tell him, since talking to them is all I’ve wanted for a damn week now. I nod slowly and watch as Helen gently guides my girls upstairs, a peculiar sense of relief washing over me.
Once Helen and the girls are upstairs, Luke takes my hand and the four of us head to the second floor, as well. They take me straight to our playroom, our safe haven, our lovemaking nest. It’s been over a week since the four of us have been in this room. But the anticipation is already building up, making my insides squirm and my panties ridiculously wet.
Kellan is the first to come closer, unbuttoning his sheriff’s uniform shirt while his eyes undress me—it’s his brother’s hands that are putting his thoughts into action, though. Fallon is right behind me, this mountain of a man with hard muscles and a gigantic erection subtly wedged between my butt cheeks. Luke watches us intently, fingers working on his silver-plated belt buckle. He’s just come back from a meeting, dressed in one of his fine-tailored suits. I feel small and feminine, a puddle of arousal and the focus of their absolute desire.
“What thought process led you to want to leave us?” Kellan asks me.
“I’m angry,” I mumble, my voice raspy.
“You’re not going anywhere,” Fallon growls as he nibbles on my earlobe. It sends darts of pure electricity through my whole body, my nipples perking against the lacy fabric of my bra—the next item to come off and land on the floor along with my jeans, boots, and t-shirt. “You hear me, Avery? We’re not letting you walk away from us at the first sign of discord.”
“Are you saying that my pregnancy is a sign of trouble?” I shoot back, but then he trails wet kisses down the side of my neck and I melt in his strong arms while his fingers dig into my hips.
Kellan squeezes my breasts firmly, nipples pinched between his index finger and thumb until a whimper escapes my throat. He kisses me, ravenously and shamelessly, our tongues clashing as my legs part slowly so that Fallon can get rid of my panties, too.
“The fact that you’re pregnant is only cause for joy, babe,” Kellan whispers against my lips. “Don’t ever doubt that, not even for a second. That’s our child growing in your womb. Doesn’t matter who contributed the genetic material, mind you. He’s ours. And so are you.”
Luke swoops in and pulls me into a kiss. “Don’t think for a second that we’re not happy about it.”
“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I retort, trying to resist, but he licks and suckles my lower lip, while Fallon holds me in place. Still standing, I begin to tremble as he grinds into me from behind.
Kellan starts kissing my breasts, taking each in his mouth, lovingly licking every inch of tender, delicate skin. The atoms in my body come alive, friction causing heat to spread throughout. This is it, the last of my defenses crumbling as I surrender to my three men. I was a fool for believing I could just leave. I think I knew that from the moment the idea popped in my head, and yet I tried it anyway. It’s almost amusing to think about now.
“Get on your knees,” Kellan tells me, and I am compelled to obey.
I kneel on the plush, cream-colored carpet as the three of them stand in front of me, cocks huge and hard and ready to be serviced. My hands run slowly up and down their thick, veiny shafts, my fingers picking up droplets of precum for me to taste while I look right into their eyes. “Mmm, delicious,” I manage, then take Kellan in my mouth first while stroking Luke and Fallon.
Listening to the gruff sounds coming out of their throats and watching their muscular chests move as they breathe in and out, I revel in their excitement as I deep throat each of them like a hungry tiger. I loosen the back of my throat and relax my jaw so I can take as much of these men as possible. I feel Fallon swelling in my mouth, veins twitching slightly against my tongue. This man is ready to explode, so I pull back and grin, silently beckoning him to claim me.
“You will unpack your bag,” Fallon says, lifting me off the floor. “And you will put everything away where it belongs.”
“Yes, sir,” I giggle as he guides me closer to the bed.
“You will bend over, now. I wanna see that gorgeous pussy of yours,” he adds.
“Yes, sir.”
I do as I’m told, and I can feel his hot breath caressing my slick folds just before he slides his tongue through them. Tiny fires ignite, the passion coursing through my veins as my knees buckle. I hold on tightly to the edge of the bed as Fallon eats my pussy, then Kellan, then Luke, who takes his sweet time fucking me with his tongue.
I feel three fingers enter me, stretching and priming with each thrust, then curling as he pulls out. I moan harshly as Kellan guides my hand around the front so that I can work my clit into a much-needed frenzy. They love watching me touch myself while they possess me in every possible way. I’m all theirs for the taking, every single part of me, and I love every second of it.
“Tell me, Avery, how does this feel?” Luke asks, heat dripping from every word.
“So good, baby. So fucking good!” I moan, bringing myself closer to the edge.
Fallon and Kellan get in front of me, kneeling on the bed so I can suck them both, harder and deeper while Luke takes me from behind. I feel him go in, spearing me with his full length as I wrap my lips around Fallon’s monstrous cock.
“Make yourself come,” Kellan says, hissing as I take him next while feverishly stroking Fallon. “Look me in the eyes while you do.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply.
Our gazes are locked as Luke fucks me hard and deep. I welcome Kellan’s engorged manhood down my throat, listening to Fallon’s ragged breaths as I bring him closer to climax. The possession is complete and feral as Luke slaps my ass with every thrust, pounding into me until I cry out in sweet agony, exploding all over him as my orgasm has me unraveling at every seam.
I come hard, begging and screaming for more, holding Fallon and Kellan’s cocks tighter in my hands and sucking the tips until I feel them pulsating, until their seeds fill my mouth, the delightful saltiness glazing my tongue. Luke smacks my ass one last time, and it stings in the best possible way as I clench him tightly inside me, squeezing him dry of every last drop.
Damn I’ve missed this.
And yet I still have no answers to ease my concerns, my doubts left unresolved.
I don’t have any regrets, but I feel uneasy as I descend from the heavens. The afterglow will be long and sweet. They will claim me again and again until the morning sun turns the eastern sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges.
All they did was buy themselves some time.
2
Avery
If I can’t bring myself to trust them, how will a relationship between us ever work? And if they can’t trust me enough to tell me what’s truly got them so glum and evasive, how will anything between us last? How will we be able to raise three children together if they’re holding back on me?
I know I can’t leave, and I don’t know why I ever thought I could, despite my weak attempt the other day. Helen is over the moon, and the girls are too busy with school and roaming freely around the massive house to notice anything’s amiss. Kellan, Luke, and Fallon have begun spending a bit more time with the girls so there has been effort on their part in that sense. What irks me is that they’ve yet to open up to me about what is clouding their minds. They continue to be quiet, distant, and secretive. Something is definitely going on, and I’ve decided I’ll have a better chance of finding out what that is if I stick around.
