All Chapters of The Widow's Harem: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JocelynWhen I woke up the next morning, the remnants of the conversation I had overheard were playing at the edges of my mind. However, I chalked it up to being a dream.Rolling over, I realized I was in bed alone.I got up, freshened up and decided to borrow one of Vincent's shirts. Leaving the bedroom, I found him sprawled out on his couch. His chivalry touched my heart. He probably hadn't been sure about where exactly our relationship stood and hadn't wanted to cross any lines until we'd had a chance to talk.Padding into the kitchen, I made myself at home and started cooking up breakfast. I found some ham, cheese and eggs and started making omelets. A few minutes after the smell permeated the air, Vincent shuffled into the kitchen all bleary-eyed and looking sexy as hell with his unkempt hair."Mmm, that smells good," he complimented, coming up right behind me and wrapping me in his embrace. He tucked his face into the slope of my shoulder and breathed me into him before placing a

Jocelyn Monday couldn't come fast enough. It was pathetic, but I was already missing Vincent's company. "Hey beautiful, I'm headed on in to the shop. Would you like a coffee?" Vince texted. I couldn't help but grin at my phone like an idiot. He called me beautiful. The girl inside was screaming in excitement and joy. "Yes please!" "See you soon, beautiful." It felt like eons had gone by before Vincent walked through the door to our joint office at the back of our shop. "Hi handsome," I greeted, instantly on my feet. I strode over to him, took my coffee and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you! I really needed this." I said, taking a sip and humming my instant approval. Vincent's gaze darkened and I knew exactly where his mind went. "I may have to bring you coffee more often if

Jocelyn What did I want? "I want to be protected emotionally and physically," I stated. There were some very deep wounds and secrets I carried. Those characteristics were very important to me. If, after I had done my part in helping them heal, maybe I could rely and trust them to help me on my journey to heal as well. "Also, I've been caught in a limbo for a while. I am rather lonely and am looking to find myself again. I want to be able to have fun, to enjoy life and to explore my sexuality and desires in a safe and judgment free zone." "We promise to fulfill those needs and wants to the best of our abilities," Tristan promised, speaking for the group again. "On the subject of sex," I started. "Can there be intimate moments with one or two partners, or does it have to be all three? And later with all four when Ashland joins us?" I wanted to clarify this, especially since I knew the

Jocelyn I woke up sometime later. It took me a moment to orient myself and find my bearings. I was laying down on the couch with my head in Riley's lap. It was a bit odd how the roles were reversed here. Usually his head was in my lap, though I wasn't going to complain. The room was dim. No lights were on. Just the remnants of whatever light was outside. Which meant it was getting late. I quietly studied him as the minutes wore on, watching as he played aimlessly on his phone in the darkened room. His other arm rested across my torso, his fingers deftly stroking the fabric of my dress, below my breasts. The caress was gentle, and something he probably didn't realize he was doing. It was nice, getting this glimpse of him without his mask on. He was handsome. A heartthrob just like the rest of them were. But I could see the strain and toll life had taken. A few more moments passed before he realized I was

Jocelyn "Sorry I'm late," I apologized to Vince as I scurried into the office. His knowing smirk made me blush harder. "I figured you would be late. Riley ... Has a specific kink." His voice dropped to a whisper, so no other ears could hear. "Oh?" "Edging." My brows furrowed in curiosity. I'd never heard the term. I looked it up and it all made sense. "Alright, note to self, I have to set a time boundary with Riley when having smexy time," I whispered under my breath as I took a seat at my desk. "Was it enjoyable?" He inquired. My gaze flitted to the open door, not entirely comfortable talking on the subject when anyone at any point could eavesdrop. Vince chuckled and stood up. "Well?" He pressed, leaning against the now closed door. "Yes, it was. I literally could not get out of