Lilac: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

I knew the three of them were waiting for some kind of sign or answer from me. My heart knew what it wanted, but my head still wouldn’t agree. I knew the only solution to my dilemma was to sit them all down at once. I just didn’t know what I’d say or what I’d do once I did.

Would I say yes and take a chance, or would I turn them away out of pride? I wasn’t all that convinced they’d suffered enough.

I certainly had.

Sighing, I finished pulling my wet hair up. I didn’t realize until I looked in the mirror that I was still wearing Loren’s medallion. I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to keep it, but I liked wearing something that belonged to him, even if it was temporary.

Smiling, I left the bathroom only to find the bedroom occupied. The room seemed ten times smaller with three rock gods invading it.

Houston sat at the edge closest to me, Loren at the foot of the bed, and Jericho taking up the opposite edge. I stupidly thought I had until morning before I was forced to face them again. I could see the restraint dwindling in their eyes and knew my time was up.

“Come sit down,” Houston told me.

I garnered by his tone that it wasn’t up for debate. “What are you guys doing in here?”

“Waiting for you, obviously,” Loren answered. The glare he bestowed on me was full of accusations.

“Sit down, Braxton,” Houston ordered once again.

Huffing, I stormed over to the bed. I felt their eyes on me as I climbed the mattress, braced my back against the headboard, and held my legs up to my chest with my arms wrapped around them. It was all the distance I could put between them and me. All the protection I could hope for.

Jericho chuckled as he read my mind, and a teasing light entered his eyes. “That won’t help you, baby.”

My lips parted slightly as I felt my legs tremble. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to fight these feelings they evoked. They obviously knew how to wield them against me.

“Now that we’ve had your undivided attention,” Loren stated, “you have ours.”

“Tell us what you’re thinking.” The request had come from Houston.

“I don’t know. I’m not done yet,” I snapped.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Loren said to his friends instead of me. They were talking around me again. “She’s overthinking.”

“It must be all the space we’ve been giving her.”

Jericho.

I never thought he’d be the one to betray me.

All at once, they closed in around me. The room began to smell like I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and there was no one else around. Only the four of us.

We were lost and drifting, resigned to our fate with only each other, and the last of our hope left to sustain us.

Houston reached me first, and I was plucked from the bed and set in his lap once he took the spot he’d forced me to vacate. Loren lay on his stomach now between Houston’s legs and propped his chin in his hand while Jericho lounged on his side, using his arm to keep him up.

“That’s better,” Loren said before kissing my naked thigh. All I’d managed to put on were panties and a muscle tank that stopped just below my belly button.

“You’re not playing fair,” I accused no one in particular. They were all at the top of my shit list.

“Fair doesn’t get us what we want,” Houston lashed harshly in my ear. I could feel the scrape of his teeth against my neck as his lips moved. “So no. We won’t be playing fair. It’s going to get real dirty from here on fucking out.”

I gulped. “You think that will make me say yes?”

“Oh, I know it will.” I knew he was looking at Loren now because that onyx gaze shifted over my shoulder to Houston. “Her panties. Remove them.”

“With pleasure,” Loren agreed with a devious grin.

It was then I knew.

Before the night was over, I’d give each one of them everything. All of me. Irrevocably.

My panties were no match for Loren’s eagerness to be rid of them, and so he accidentally tore them while wrangling them down my legs.

“That’s two pair you’ve ruined,” I reminded him. Why wasn’t I fighting?

“I’ll buy you more,” he stated absently. He looked between my legs once Houston spread them and released a long, agonizing groan. “Fuck, that pussy is pretty.”

“I want you to eat it,” Houston commanded, making a whine spill from my lips. “And I want you to keep eating it until she gives us what we came for.”

If there was ever a time for Loren to rebel, this moment unfolding would have been it. Of course, he chose now to follow Houston’s orders blindly.

Gripping me underneath my thighs, Loren pushed my legs up and out until I was open and bared for him completely. Houston took over, holding me hostage by hooking my legs in the crook of his arms from behind.

There was nowhere for me to go.

Nothing I could do but let Loren sate that hungry look in his eyes. They slowly shifted over to Rich, and my breath caught in my throat because I knew what he would say before he ever spoke.

“Two heads are better than one.”

Oh, God.

I squirmed in Houston’s lap to get away, but he only held me tighter. I could feel his chest heaving as his breathing increased, and his hard dick under me growing even harder.

“Wait!” I yelped as Rich slowly stood up. My heart began racing as he joined Loren between my legs. “I…” I swallowed. I could barely speak around the taste of cherries coating my tongue.

“You what?” Loren challenged. My silence was heavy as the three of them waited for me to agree to a relationship. “Didn’t think so.” The soft chuckle he released was nothing compared to his smile. It was taunting and promising more than I could handle.

“Bon appétit,” Houston inserted from behind me.

It was an order for his friends to enjoy their meal and also for them to hurry the hell up.

Neither Rich nor Loren wasted another second before their heads lowered at the same time. I knew whose mouth found me first when I felt the cold metal from Jericho’s lip ring. His tongue lapped me in an open-mouth kiss, and then he pulled back for Loren to have his turn.

They continued like that.

They took turns attacking my clit and dipping their tongues inside of me.

Each time I tried to move away from the horde of sensations they stirred, Houston held me tighter. They weren’t playful or teasing, either. They were aggressive, leaving no part of me untouched. The greedy sounds Loren and Rich made as they ate me filled the room until they were drowned only by my cries. Resting my head on Houston’s shoulder and burying my face inside his neck, I closed my eyes, thinking it would bring me relief, but it only heightened the intensity of their touch.

Turning his head, Houston kissed me deeply as his best friends went down on me.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered against my lips. “It would be a shame if you missed anything.” Houston spread my legs even wider, and I could feel both of their lips on me now. I felt my bottom clench at the ramification, and giving a weak shake of my head, I kept them closed.

I knew the image that would be waiting for me once I did.

Loren and Rich weren’t taking turns anymore.

Against my will, my eyes drifted open.

What I saw…my pussy began throbbing uncontrollably.

“Oh—” My words were cut off as I came hard watching them. I couldn’t tell where Loren’s mouth began, and Jericho’s ended. They were enjoying each other as much as they were enjoying me. And when the remnants of my orgasm trickled out of me, Loren eagerly lapped it up before turning his head and sharing with Jericho. I watched them kiss as if it was nothing they hadn’t done before, and just like that…another orgasm ripped through me.

I couldn’t say if multiple orgasms were something I was capable of before the three of them. All that mattered now was that I couldn’t seem to stop.

“Jericho,” I moaned when he kissed my pussy one last time.

It was the only warning I got before he took me from Houston. I was yanked off his lap and brought to the center of the bed. Once my muscle shirt was gone, he pushed me down onto the bed until I was flat and naked on my back.

The impassive look in his eyes both frightened and excited me, the emotions blending when he reached for his belt.

“Something to say?” Loren teased me. His finger lazily brushed my nipple as he waited for my response.

“Yeah,” I breathed out as I struggled to catch my breath. Even Rich paused from undoing his jeans, and we locked gazes as the three of them waited. “Do your worst.”

“Aw shit,” Loren instigated as he fell onto his back. He locked his hands behind his head as he cheesed at the ceiling. I wasn’t as confused by his response as I was by Rich’s.

He wasn’t cocky or angry as he nodded. He simply held out his hand to Houston without breaking our stare, and I didn’t understand until Houston passed Jericho a condom from the nightstand.

I could say no to whatever was about to happen, but everyone in this room, including me, knew I wouldn’t.

I wanted them to convince me.

I wanted them to force my mind to finally let go.

My heart and body were already on board.

Rich tore the condom open with his teeth before shoving his jeans and boxers around his thighs and quickly sheathing himself. He talked the least shit, so it made sense that he had the biggest dick. I could already feel him inside me, forcing my body to accept him and carving his name on my walls.

He took the time to partially remove his shirt, lifting the neck over his head but leaving the material bunched around his shoulders. I watched his abs flex as he moved between my legs and brought the fat head of his dick to my entrance.

I wasn’t expecting for him to go slow. I could feel Houston and Loren watching every inch that disappeared inside of me until Jericho was buried to the hilt. My breath caught in my throat at how deeply he reached and how completely he filled me.

“Braxton.” My eyes had begun to drift close when I heard Jericho’s whisper. I opened them, and he smiled down at me gently. “Tell us what we want to know.” He was still fucking me slowly when he lifted my hips off the bed and gripped my ass hard enough to bruise. “Say yes.”

“Make me.”

As if he had expected me to defy him, Jericho’s lids lowered as he bit into his bottom lip. There was no warning before he changed his pace. My bottom half was still completely at his mercy when he began slamming into me with thrusts that could be heard fifty feet away.

“Oh, my God,” I yelped.

But Jericho had no mercy to give.

He pounded me as I gripped the mattress above me with both hands. I even started twisting my body to try to get away, but that only made him growl and fuck me harder.

I smelled the bergamot and orange in Loren’s cologne as he moved closer, and then he was kissing me and swallowing my cries.

“I know,” Loren cooed when the sounds I made turned broken. “Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.”

I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all night,” he said when he was done.

“Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. The most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does lose control…” Loren smiled. “There are two more cocks waiting to service you.”

As if the three of them commanded it, I flooded Rich’s dick.

It was only the beginning.

Jericho came down on me as my pussy convulsed on his cock, and with a groan, he began fucking me into the mattress. I had no choice but to hold onto him as my sharp nails scoured his back, and my heels dug into his ass. The sound of his dick tunneling into me was all that could be heard for a while as I came again on a silent scream.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I could already feel my mind splintering apart.

One word, and he’d let himself come.

He’d offer a reprieve—if only until his friends were ready for a turn.

“Jericho, please,” I found myself sobbing when I came for the third time in mere minutes. I wanted mercy, and he wanted me.

Only one of us was getting what we wanted.

“You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear.

I shook my head.

“You want me to come?”

I nodded.

Logically, it made no sense, but I knew what he was asking when he offered to stop. I wasn’t denying him my body. I denied him my heart. The only way to end this was for him to give in by releasing or for me to give in by saying yes to being theirs.

Tangled was an understatement to describe the web we’d weaved.

“Then you know what to do,” he responded without mercy.

As if he knew I was standing on a precipice, his strokes slowed, becoming deeper, longer.

And then he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

The genuine need for me in his own is what captured me in the end. I was lost in his silver gaze and the scent of berries when I heard myself say it. I leapt off the cliff, but I didn’t fall.

I flew.

“Yes.” My voice was lower than a whisper, but it rang loud in my heart.

“What was that?” Jericho’s eyes had lit up as if he were watching me fly, so I knew he’d heard me. He just wouldn’t make this easy.

“Yes.” I was louder now, but still not enough.

“They can’t hear you, Braxton. Let them hear you,” he urged. His pace was picking up again, his breathing deepening, telling me he was close to coming. On either side of us, Houston and Loren looked on, both silent and still and waiting.

“Yes.”

“Louder!” Jericho barked while shoving himself inside of me.

“Yes!” I repeated on a short, high cry. He’d never gone that deep before. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“Aw, fuck,” he moaned lowly before smashing his lips against mine. His thrusts shortened, becoming more erratic and frenzied as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” he growled with his lips still attached to mine. “I—”

Suddenly, Jericho stiffened with a grunt, and I knew he’d let himself come.

I wondered what he’d been about to say.

He started kissing me again, and all thought fled as I melted under his tenderness now that I was his.

“All right, you stingy motherfucker,” Loren griped. “Quit hogging her. We want to celebrate too.”

Jericho kissed me a few seconds more before carefully sliding himself out of me as he lifted up.

I felt the soreness right away.

“What?” he asked with a confused frown when he noticed his friends watching him. Turning my head to Houston and then Loren, I realized that they were as shocked by Rich’s dominance as I had been despite the show they put on.

“Nothing,” Loren answered, keeping his amusement from his gaze. “I’m just glad to be a top and not a bottom, is all.”

As Loren took over kissing me while Rich fixed his clothes, Houston stood from the bed. I didn’t know where he’d gone until I heard the water in the bathroom running. Loren was still kissing me and promising to be the best boyfriend ever when the bed dipped with Houston’s weight again. A moment later, I felt the warmth from a wet cloth between my legs as he gently began to clean me.

We didn’t have sex again.

As the events of the night came rushing back, I knew it was because I’d fallen asleep before Houston was even done cleaning me. The next morning I woke up and found myself lying on Jericho’s chest and still wearing Loren’s medallion. I didn’t understand why I was on top of Rich until I turned my head left and then right and found that Houston and Loren were in bed with us too.

They’d kept Jericho and me in the middle while they slept on opposite edges. The sun must have barely risen because not even Houston was awake yet.

As I admired his mussed hair, pursed lips, and naked chest slowly rising and falling, I wondered why I’d woken so early.

I knew the answer before the question could fully form. My mind was too restless to sleep through the morning. Houston, Loren, and Jericho had gotten me out of my head, but it had only lasted a short while.

The questions and doubt were back now and with a vengeance.

As carefully and quietly as I could, I left the bed and my bandmates sleeping in it.

I guess…technically…they were my boyfriends now.

I’m sure that’s what I had agreed to last night. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to deliver.

Shuffling out of the bedroom and through the bunk area, I intended to use the half bath in the front because I didn’t want to risk waking the guys. I needed the quiet time alone to think without one of them literally trying to fuck me out of my mind.

The moment I stepped through the sliding door, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a dark-haired woman sitting with her back to me at the kitchen table like she belonged there.

“Hello?”