She smiles at me and I would be lying if I said her smile didn’t dazzle me a little. “I thought you looked familiar. You work with my husbands, too, right?”
I nod and grin at her. It’s hard to picture this tiny woman with the huge ex-soldiers that are Sam, Ryan and Caleb but they transform when she’s around.
“Eden, this is Sam’s wife, also married to Ryan and Caleb who you haven’t met.”
Her eyes widen comically, making the ladies chuckle.
“That’s nothing,” the redhead says, rolling her eyes. Frankie shoves her playfully.
“Gracie is my girlfriend,” Callum repeats, “but she’s also with my best friends Carter, Kane, Ryder, and Jackson.
“Wow? Seriously?” Eden asks in wonder. “Do you all get on well together or do you find yourself wanting to throat punch them occasionally?”
They both laugh at that.
“It about fifty-fifty for me,” Gracie admits honestly.
“Girl, you haven’t met Ryan yet.” Frankie laughs, making Noah and me laugh with her.
Yeah, we’ve had the pleasure of working with Ryan. he’s a good guy, but he’s a shit stirrer too. I relax more and more as the evening progresses, largely in part to the ladies and Sam joining us a little while later. It takes the edge off being caught up in the sexual tension that usually surrounds the four of us.
“So, are you guys all dating?” Frankie asks from her seat where she is now securely in Sam’s arms.
“Mason, Noah, and I are. It’s early days, but it’s going well if you take away the whole stalker thing.”
“Girl, do I get that,” Gracie mumbles around her drink.
“A toast.” A tipsy Frankie raises her glass in the air.
“To stepfathers, stalkers, and exes, may they all burn in hell.”
“Here, here.” Everyone drinks to that but a squawking on Callum’s walkie-talkie drags my attention to him.
“Problem?”
“Damn fight has broken out downstairs and we’re short-staffed especially with Jackson and Carter out on a job. Keep an eye on Gracie for me.”
“Sure.”
He stands up, but Mason snags his attention. “Need a hand?”
Callum looks him up and down and grins. “Absolutely.”
The look on Mason’s face lets me know how much he is going to enjoy this.
“Okay, I need the bathroom.” Eden stands up and everyone else stands up too. She looks around at us, startled.
“I’m beginning to worry about people’s obsession with watching me pee.”
“I need to go.” Gracie grabs her hand.
“Me too,” Frankie’s adds, jumping out of Sam’s arms
Why do girls always have to go to the bathroom together? I secretly think they’re planning world domination or some shit like that.
“I’ll watch them.” Sam follows behind to wait outside the bathroom.
Noah slides over to the chair Mason was in as the stagehand sets the stage for the last act of the night. It’s their headliner and I know Eden is interested in seeing her. I guess she wanted to compare notes or something.
“Sitting at a table with a group who are all in relationships with multiple people and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.”
“Leave it, Noah.”
“It wasn’t a dig at you. I’m just stating that it’s nice to not feel like we should hide it.”
Yeah, whatever.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Gracie and Frankie supporting an unfamiliar woman before passing her over to one of the security team members who monitor the room. They make their way over and I go on alert at the look on their faces. I notice Noah is the same. Just as I’m about to open my mouth, Callum and Mason step back up to the table.
“Where’s Eden?” Mason asks, looking around.
“Yeah, about that…” Gracie begins, looking nervous. “Lisa, who was due to go on in about thirty seconds was in the bathroom throwing up. Turns out she’s pregnant and her sickness is out of control, so…” she trails off.
“Nope.” Noah stands but Mason grabs his arm to stop him as the intro begins on the next song.
“Don’t do it, Noah. She won’t thank you for it.”
“What’s going on?” Callum asks, confused.
“Eden volunteered to go on in Lisa’s place as we have nobody else. Sam’s guarding her.”
The beat kicks into TLC’s “Red Light Special.” The spotlight illuminates Eden—or Eve—now decked out in a sexy version of a black suit, white shirt and tie with a black trilby hat covering her white-blonde hair. Too late now. We all sit back down but I can feel the anger pouring off Noah.
The next ten minutes are the longest ten minutes of my life. My dick is so hard I’m convinced the only reason the table isn’t tilted at an angle is because everyone else is suffering from the same problem. Mason and Sam exchange nods before Mason walks over to take his place guarding Eden.
“I think I have a girl crush,” Gracie whispers from beside me.
“Me too. I’ve never been with a girl before, but I am seriously turned on right now.” Frankie barely has those words out of her mouth before Sam is behind her picking her up and flipping her over his shoulder before storming out. No prizes for guessing where that is going. I can just make out Mason ushering Eden backstage as the crowd goes nuts—jumping to their feet cheering and clapping. It must be five minutes or so before the cheering dies down. As it does, I spot Eden making her way over to our table, back in her own clothes, Mason clearing the way. She stands at the edge of the table looking nervous now that the adrenaline has started to wear off.
“You want a job?” Callum asks.
“Eh…”
“Fuck off, Callum.” Noah storms up to Eden and picks her up bridal style and heads to the exit.
I turn to look at Mason and shrug. “I guess he forgot I’m driving.”
“Dude, the only head that guy is thinking with is his little one.”
We say our goodnights and head down to the car. When we get there, we find Eden pressed up against it with a very demanding Noah flush against her.
“Why do you do these things to me? I swear to god you just like watching me squirm.”
“Believe it or not, Noah, not everything is about you. That poor girl was sick and couldn’t go on. It wasn’t a hardship for me to help out.”
“I don’t like everyone seeing you like that.”
“I am not ashamed of the body I have, Noah.”
“And you shouldn’t be, but I don’t want everyone seeing what’s mine.”
“See, herein lies the problem, big guy. I might have given you my heart, but this body is all mine.”
He growls and pushes her further back against the cold metal of the car. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Eden. When I slip inside you and fuck you until you come screaming my name, then we can talk about who owns this body.”
“Okay, guys, break it up. Eden in the front.” Fuck, when did I turn into their father?
The music plays softly on the stereo on the way home, staving off any arguments, thankfully. By the time we get back, cooler heads seem to have prevailed.
“I’m going to head up to bed.” I don’t hang around. The air around those three is combustible. If I don’t get away from them, I might get burned alive.
They murmur their goodbyes, quite frankly not bothered in the slightest about my departure. Despite the hour, I climb into the shower and try to wash away the image of Eden from my mind. Eden on that stage, Eden with her head thrown back in laughter over something one of those girls tonight said to her. Eden in that goddamn dress.
I make a conscious effort to avoid touching my dick. He can salute me all he wants but getting myself off to images of the woman I’ve told multiple times I want to be nothing more than friends with is not going to happen. It feels like I’m just proving Eden right. How the hell can I make her understand that not wanting her has nothing to do with her physically? I only ha
ve to see her and my dick stands up and starts shouting, look at me, look at me, like an attention whore. It’s what’s inside me that shrivels up and dies at the prospect of pushing us further. Some days I honestly feel like an empty husk of a man but instead of letting the emptiness worry me I wear it as armour to protect myself. I cloak myself in bitterness to warn away the next person who thinks they can come along and hurt me.
I towel off and snag a pair of boxers from my drawer and climb under the blankets of my king-size bed. I’m just drifting off when I hear groaning. I’m out of bed and heading toward the noise before my brain registers that the sound is not from Eden having a nightmare as I had assumed. The noise is coming from the living room. I step off the stairs and am just turning to enter the living room when I see Mason standing against the glass doors looking out into the darkness. I freeze when I can’t see Eden and I’m just about to head back upstairs to find her when I hear her groan again and spot a flash of white-blonde hair illuminated by the moonlight spilling in. Eden is in front of Mason, pushed up against the glass with him crowding her body, hiding her almost completely from view. He pushes against her again, making her gasp, and I finally realise her groans are filled with pleasure, not fear. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what they’re doing.
I leave as quickly as my legs can carry me and throw myself back onto my bed. So much for the cold shower. I reach between my legs to adjust myself just as Eden moans again, only longer and louder than before, making me inadvertently squeeze my throbbing cock. Fuck it. I slide my boxers off before wrapping my hand around my dick and squeezing again. I pull the skin down over my length slowly before speeding up my actions. I close my eyes and imagine Eden’s delicate hands wrapped around me moving up and down my shaft faster and faster as she breathes her sexy little moans into my ear. It doesn’t take long until I hear her scream, making me erupt all over my stomach as I fantasise about fucking her from behind and her shouting out my name. It’s all quiet now from downstairs and I feel like a fucking hypocrite all over again as I lie on the bed with my cum coating my stomach.
Chapter Twelve
EDEN
Eli has gone to bed and Noah has disappeared to have a shower, leaving me and Mason alone in the living room. The lights are off so I can see out to the turbulent waters below. Even though it’s peaceful, I’m still feeling wired from performing tonight. Mason steps up behind me, wrapping a strong arm around my shoulder to rest on my collarbone and pulls me back into him. I can feel him hard against me and I wonder if that’s from earlier or if it’s just the effect I have on him. Either way, it’s intoxicating.
“You look so fucking sexy tonight. I’m loving this dress,” he tells me as he trails the fingers of his free hand over the exposed skin of one of my thighs. “You might want to hide it before Noah gets hold of it though.”
I laugh softly knowing he’s right. If Noah gets his hands on it, he’ll set it on fire. My laugh quickly turns into a gasp as his fingers, gradually making their way higher, graze the crouch of my panties.
“All night, pretty girl, I’ve been thinking about doing this. Seeing how high these splits go, knowing it would take but a second to slip a hand between your thighs and a finger or two inside of you.”
I moan when he rubs against my clit on the outside of my panties.
“You like that, pretty girl?” He rubs a little harder as he bites the skin of my neck below my ear.
All I can do is whimper again in answer. His fingers follow the seam at the edge of my underwear before ever so slowly dipping underneath. He rubs his fingers over my clit again but this time, without the material barrier between us, it’s ten times more intense. I hear a noise behind us and freeze but Mason doesn’t let up for a second and I soon find myself lost in the sensation all over again. When one of his fingers slips effortlessly inside my wet channel I moan long and embarrassingly loud.
“Starting without me I see.”
I open my eyes and see the outline of Noah reflected back at me in the glass. I flush but it’s not in embarrassment, it’s in arousal. I guess I know what the noise was earlier. Mason removes his finger and turns us so we are facing Noah. I move to take a step forward but the band of Mason’s arm across my collarbone pulls tight.
Noah stalks over to me, his movements predatory, and I find myself growing wetter than I thought was possible.
“Eden Myers, I do believe you are a little tease,” he breathes against my lips before devouring them as Mason pins me in place. He pulls away, making me whine and Mason chuckle behind me, but he doesn’t go far. His fingers follow the trail Mason set before him. Finding my core wet and aching, he plunges a finger inside me quickly followed by two more as he swallows down my gasps, drinking my combustible arousal into himself. He slides his fingers back out, leaving me feeling empty as he grips the material of the dress at the thigh in each hand.
“Such a fucking tease. Do you know what I think, Eden? I think you like to be watched. You get off on having eyes trail over the length of your body.” He suddenly pulls hard on the material in opposite directions and given its flimsy material, the dress rips apart like tissue paper in his hands.
“Fuck, Noah,” I complain as he continues to rip my dress to shreds. It shouldn’t turn me on, not one little bit, but it does and the wetness coating the inside of my thighs proves it.
The dress gives up in defeat and falls to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but my bra, panties and silver strappy sandals.
“Beautiful.” He steps away from me, clearly happy now that the dress has met its demise and sits in the chair facing us. “So, you liked to be watched, huh? Well, I’m about to make that fantasy happen for you. Mason?”
Mason finally releases his arm from around me but only so he can open my bra and free my breasts. He slides the straps down my arms before tossing it to Noah, leaving me exposed to both of them. Large hands cup my breasts, taking their weight as he tweaks and plucks at my nipples until they are rock hard and standing at attention.
I gasp and grind back against him, never taking my eyes off Noah who is unfastening his belt in front of me.
I’m so focused on Noah, eager to catch my first glimpse of the dick I rubbed myself all over earlier in the day. I don’t even notice Mason sliding my panties over my hips until I feel them catch on the strap of my heels as they hit the floor. Mason bends down beside me and I miss his heat immediately, but I keep my eyes on Noah as he slowly strokes himself up and down as his eyes devour my body. One of my legs is lifted a little and then the other as my panties are pulled free. When I feel a hot kiss on the back of my calf, I gasp in surprise and wobble slightly in my heels. Mason’s strong hands slip around my thighs, securing me as he climbs his way back up my body, leaving a blazing trail of hot kisses in his wake. I don’t know how much more of this I can handle but when his fingers find their way back to my core, combined with the visual effect of watching Noah stroke himself, I know it won’t be long.
“I want inside you, pretty girl,” Mason whispers into my ear before biting down on the lobe. “You going to let me in?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he presses down on my clit with his thumb.
His hands disappear as I hear him unzipping his trousers. The rip of a condom wrapper is next before I feel the blunt head of him against me. Thank god for these ridiculous high heels because he pushes me forward a little, which in turn tilts my ass up for him, and I realise I’m at the perfect angle for…“Oh, god.”
He surges inside me, holding tight to me so I don’t topple forward. He holds still when he’s all the way in, giving me time to adjust to his size. It stings a little, but I don’t want him to stop. He pulls out agonisingly slowly before surging back inside me again.
“Touch yourself, Eden, I want to see you cream all over Mason’s cock.”
Noah’s words make my pussy spasm, causing Mason to curse behind me and speed up his movements. I rub my clit as instructed, watching as Noah’s hand moves faster and faster.
The room is filled with the animalistic sounds of our love-making. Each gasp and growl, moan and groan pushes me closer and closer to the edge. I’m so close I can taste it, but I feel as if Mason is holding back.
I lift my free hand and reach up behind me until I can feel Mason’s hair. I grasp it tight. “Fuck me, Mason.”
His resounding growl makes my stomach clench as he pushes himself deeper over and over until I’m a trembling mess.
“Fuck, Eden,” I hear Noah shout my name.
I open my eyes in time to watch him shoot all over his hand. The carnal sight is enough to push me over the edge. My pussy contracts around Mason, making him shoot inside me as I continue to milk him until we’re both completely spent.
I watch as Noah stands up and stalks over, grabbing me before my legs give out and I collapse to the floor. “You okay?” he asks me.
“Hmmm…” I mumble as I bury my head into his shoulder.
He pulls me gently away from Mason and carries me upstairs to my room before laying me down upon my own bed. He disappears for a second before coming back with a cloth and cleaning me up. Mason stumbles in behind us, looking like the cat that got the cream, making me smile at him lazily. He uses my bathroom to clean up before crawling into the bed beside me.
When I don’t hear anything else, I open my eyes and find Noah looking down at me awkwardly. “Goodnight then.”
I flip the cover back and rub the bed beside me. “Get in.”
He doesn’t need telling twice. He strips off and climbs in. I turn and face him as Mason spoons me from behind. Noah kisses me softly before tucking my head under his jaw and linking his fingers with mine.
I squeeze his hands, not daring to open my mouth as I suddenly and inexplicably feel choked up. These guys, these wonderful and amazing guys have taken something that was tarnished and made it beautiful. I close my eyes and snuggle into their embrace. The world could implode right now, and I would not give a single fuck.
Morning arrives far too early. The sunlight streaks a blinding line across my face, stabbing into my brain. I really need to remember to close the freaking blinds when I go to bed, especially if I’m planning on drinking cocktails all night. I roll over in preparation to throw myself out of bed and into the shower when I collide with a warm body.
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