by KC Kean
Trying the handle, not caring for privacy, I find it locked, which only adds to my frustration. So many barriers continue to stand between us.
Raising my fist, I knock on the door loud enough to wake the dead, bouncing on the balls of my feet as I impatiently wait. Why the fuck is no one answering?
Just as I go to rap my knuckles against the door again, it swings open, revealing Eden in a tiny white bathrobe.
Her blonde hair is wild compared to the slick straight style earlier, her red lipstick long gone and her mascara slightly smudged around her shimmering blue eyes. Yet she still looks divine.
“What the fuck, Xavier?” she whisper-shouts, holding the bathrobe closed with one hand as she keeps the other on the door handle, and glances over her shoulder.
Ah, so he’s still here then.
Her eyes fall back to mine, waiting for an answer, but I don’t offer one as I push against the door, and she lets it fall open. Walking around her, I spot Tobias passed out in her bed, a fucking teasing smile on his lips as he sleeps.
The door clicks shut before a hand wraps around my arm, turning me to face a frowning Eden.
“Xavier, what are you doing here?”
Turning to face her fully, I cup her chin softly. “I’m mad.”
Her frown deepens as she stares me down, waiting for more of an explanation, but I already feel like I said too much.
“Xavier, are you drunk?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest, and the material of her robe falls open a little, offering me a glimpse of the marks Tobias has left.
Jealousy floods my veins as I release her chin, stroking my finger over the top mark on her breast, the skin a mixture of red and purple already. She doesn’t push me away or try to cover her skin. Instead, she squeezes my shoulder.
“Xavier, go home. You’re drunk.”
Moving to step back, I grab her hand before she gets too far, pulling her back into me. Her chest hits mine as I stare down at her, and she looks up at me with wide eyes, the sleep that was there moments ago long gone.
Wrapping my other arm around her chest, I say nothing at all as I just take her in.
“You are so annoying when you say nothing at all, keeping your face neutral so I don’t know what you’re thinking. I’m too tired for your shit right now, Xav—”
I press my lips to hers gently, letting them mold together as I inhale her. The second I feel her kiss me back, I increase my pressure, swiping my tongue against her delectable lips as she moans into my mouth.
Her free hand wraps around my neck, deepening the kiss, when movement from the bed makes her pause. Pulling her lips from mine, she glances over her shoulder, and I look over her head to see Tobias getting comfortable in his sleep.
Turning to face me again, I lower my lips to hers, but she presses her fingers against my mouth.
“Xavier, what are we doing here?”
“I mean, do you not know what kissing is? Because I thought you did, but if you need a training plan, I’m feeling generous enough to help out.” I grin down at her, but my smile only seems to make her more confused.
“Did you bump your head or something? Like, you know I’m Eden Grady, right? We hate each other. We’ve established that.” She searches my gaze, likely looking for the usual anger that simmers beneath the surface.
“I never said I hated you, Nafas,” I murmur against her fingers. “Do you hate me, Eden?”
“You’re an asshole, Xavier. A complete douche who manhandles me and pushes me around to do exactly what you want.”
“But do you hate me?” I repeat, stroking a finger down the side of her face, and her eyes almost close.
“You played the video of me walking through school naked in class to fuck with me,” she states, her voice barely above a murmur.
“I’m not hearing an answer to my question.”
Her eyes pop back open, meeting my gaze head-on. “You won’t tell me more about Ilana.” I don’t repeat myself. Instead, I stare her down, waiting for her to fill the silence with her answer, and she sighs. “But no. No, I can’t seem to bring myself to hate you.”
Moving her hand from my mouth, I drop my lips back to hers, feeling the urgency in every fiber of my body, but she pushes back all too soon.
“But Tobias is in my bed, Xavier.” There’s no guilt in her eyes, and I don’t expect there to be.
“I know that Hunter told you we share, and he wasn’t joking.” Resting my hands on her waist, I don’t want her to step out of my reach. Uncertainty flashes in her eyes a little. “I can’t stop thinking about the night I first came up here, intrigued by the blonde with pain in her eyes. It’s like I was compelled, but so were you, the way you dropped to your knees…” My voice trails off as lust fills each word, heat filling her gaze as she looks me over.
Stroking her hands up to my neck, I squeeze her waist, silently begging for something, anything from her as my cock burns to be touched.
Slowly, she trails her hands from my neck, down my chest and abs, to the waist of my jeans, looping her fingers through the belt loops at the front and pulling me in even closer.
That move alone has me close to bursting, but the way she looks up at me as she drops to her knees is my undoing. She doesn’t take her eyes off me as she pops the button of my jeans and lowers my zipper, my cock instantly jutting out in desperation, and her eyes widen, clearly liking me commando again.
Wrapping her fingers around my length, my cock humming with pleasure at the familiar touch of her delicate hands, she leans forward and strokes her tongue from the base of my dick all the way to the tip.
Hissing with pleasure, my chin rests against my chest as I watch her every move. Squeezing my cock, she wraps her lips around my bulging end and slowly swallows me down, her eyes fixed on mine as my mouth falls open. Hitting the back of her throat, I use all my willpower not to inch forward, fucking her face, but a second later, her other hand squeezes my thigh, encouraging me to do just that.
Releasing her hand from my cock, she strokes my balls, keeping the pressure on the back of my thigh for me to thrust into her mouth, moaning with pleasure as I do.
Testing her nonexistent gag reflex again and again, I watch as her eyes water, her plump lips wrapped perfectly around my cock as she digs her nails into my ass, encouraging me. Her robe falls open, revealing her perfect tits as they bounce with each thrust.
“Holy fuck,” I bite out, raking my fingers through her hair, wrapping it around my wrist at the back of her head.
“Stop going easy on me. I want it all,” she murmurs, catching her breath for a second before sucking on the tip hard.
Fuck. She asked for it.
Holding her head in place, I fuck her mouth harder, faster as she tugs on my sac and squeezes my ass, urging me forward.
I start to stutter, my mouth falling open as pleasure rushes through my body, and just as my orgasm starts, she holds me at the back of her throat, swallowing around my cock, enhancing my climax to another level.
“Fuck. Holy fuck. Shit,” I ramble as I feel my skin flush with heat as she swallows my cum.
How the fuck did she have me fuck her mouth, yet she was practically the one in control the whole time? There are no words. No words.
Standing before me, the grin on her face tells me just how pleased she is with herself. I stroke a hand down the opening of her robe, wanting to bring her the same pleasure as she just gave me, but she pauses my movement.
“I’m sure,” she whispers, and it takes me a moment to understand what she’s saying.
“But I want to give you an orgasm.”
“You did. I just swallowed it.” She grins, making me shake my head as I pull her in close, and we stand staring at each other.
“Can you guys get in bed now? I’m trying to fucking sleep,” Tobias grouses, making Eden startle, but the grin on his lips as he settles in with his eyes closed proves my point on sharing.
“Oh good, I’m fucking exhausted. Hot show, though.” My ga
ze flickers to the door, where Hunter leans against the doorframe before stepping farther into the room and shutting the door behind him.
Without a word, he falls onto her bed with a stumble, blindly kicking his shoes off as he rolls onto his side next to Tobias.
“What the fuck is happening right now?” Eden mutters under her breath, and I grin.
“We’re sleeping, Nafas.” Tucking myself back in my pants, I lift her off her feet, placing her down on the bed beside Hunter as I climb on beside her.
Her California king is nowhere near big enough for the four of us, but it’ll do for the night.
Not bothering with the blankets since there is enough body heat between us, I close my eyes, but I feel her watching me.
“Don’t think, just sleep, Eden,” I whisper, falling too easily into my own slumber, my mind at peace, even if just for a moment, my arm wrapped tight around her waist.
28
Eden
The heat of the sun through my balcony doors beats down on me, the brightness burning my eyelids, forcing me awake. It feels like a damn heat box in here.
Prying my eyes open, I find wavy blond hair in my face, my fingers laced through it from when I was sleeping. My robe has fallen open, my bare chest pressed up against Hunter. As I extract my hand, Hunter doesn’t stir when I try to move, but a leg thrown over mine and an arm banded tight around my waist doesn’t let me go far.
Peering over my shoulder, I’m surprised to find Xavier clinging to me so tightly, reminding me of what happened in the middle of the night. I should feel guilty about tasting Xavier’s cock after all the sex I’d had with Tobias, but I don’t. I can’t help but question his motives, since nothing is ever straightforward with him, but I feel liberated and fucking starving.
Slipping my legs from under Xavier’s, it takes a minute to extract myself from under his arm, since he tightens it every time I move. This guy confuses me, holding me close yet at arm’s length all at the same time. Nothing good will come from this.
Crawling down the bed, I tiptoe to the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind myself before I drop my robe to the floor.
While the shower warms up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and gape at the marks on my chest. Dragging my finger over the bruises on the swell of both my breasts, I move closer to the mirror.
Tiny blue fingerprint bruises mark my hips, and I can’t lie, my core is sensitive in the most blissful way possible.
Damn Tobias and his fucking cock. I feel lighter almost. Spending the night fucking all my problems away had the perfect impact on me. Now it’s back to reality, but I need a shower first.
Quickly showering, I drench myself in coconut body wash, using the same scent on my hair, and I feel fresh. With a towel around my body and another around my hair, I sneak back into my room to where the guys are still sleeping and slip into the closet.
Throwing on a pair of denim shorts and my favorite Machine Gun Kelly tee, I French braid my wet hair down my back as my stomach grumbles for food. A quick glance at my phone tells me it’s just past eleven in the morning, no wonder I’m hungry.
Stepping back into my room, the three of them don't stir at all, so I make my way downstairs, the smell of bacon filling the air as I do. I don’t expect it to be Richard, since Archie said he was away for the weekend on business. Rounding the stairs, I freeze in place as I spy Charlie sitting on the countertop, with Archie between her legs, peppering kisses all over her face.
Well then.
"I want to say it's about time, but I'm not the cheesy type to really say I told you so, and it feels the same," I say, making them jump apart as I approach them. Charlie's cheeks redden, but Archie grins as he shakes his head.
"Oh my god, Eden, I am so sorry," she gushes, pushing Archie back so she can drop down, and I can't help but laugh at the panic in her eyes.
"Why are you saying sorry?" I whisper-shout, stopping in front of her as I place my hands on her shoulders in support.
"Because…… Is this weird for you?" she whispers back, glancing over her shoulder to see if Archie can hear her, and the innocent look in his eyes tells me he can.
"Why would it be weird for me? You two have been giving each other the googly eyes since I got here. I can't imagine what you were like before I arrived. As long as you don't like, get married and expect to split me in the divorce, then I'm all good," I say with a smile, hip checking her as I pass to grab the freshly brewed coffee from the machine.
"See, I told you Eden is as cool as a cucumber. It's why we're her friends, remember?" Archie mutters, cupping her cheek, and the sight of them is almost sickly sweet, especially seeing Charlie swoon over Archie’s touch.
I can already see the wedding, the children, and fur babies. Their whole life is mapped out before them. The epic kind of high school sweetheart love you dream of. Basically, everything I am against.
"Do either of you two want a cup of coffee?" I ask, adding the sugar and creamer to my own mug, but they both point to the mugs on the counter beside them.
"So did someone have fun last night with a certain Allstar?" Charlie asks, linking her arm through mine before I can take a sip of my coffee, pulling me towards the huge sofa area, and I refrain from rolling my eyes at her.
"You say a certain Allstar like you saw the other two actually leave last night, Charlie," Archie teases, giving me a smirk as he throws himself down on the sofa, patting the seat beside him for Charlie to take, but she gives him the middle finger and sits next to me.
Sticking my tongue out at him, I glance at Charlie, who finally catches on to what Archie just said and gapes at me.
"Wait, how many Allstars are up in your room right now?" Charlie shouts in surprise.
Taking a huge gulp of my coffee, the liquid burning my tongue a little, I look at everything around the room before finally looking back at her. I don’t need her judgment, and it’s not all as it seems, but I’m not embarrassed.
"Three."
"Three! Holy shit, Eden. Did you…" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as I take a sip of my coffee and almost spit it out as her question catches me off guard, and I cough as it goes down the wrong hole.
"What the fuck, Charlie. Are we at the stage of our friendship where we discuss this?" I ask sarcastically, but she nods eagerly. "No, no, I did not," I grumble, answering her question, but I don't add that I would not have said no to that scenario either.
"Are they still up there now?" She leans back on the sofa, her arm stretching out on the back, desperate for the gossip, and her face lights up when I nod. "So what are you guys then?"
"What are you two?" I throw back, and she balks, blushing again as she refuses to glance in Archie's direction. "Don't ask me questions you're too afraid to answer yourself, Charlie James."
"What questions might they be?"
I almost get whiplash turning in the direction of Xavier's voice as he walks down the stairs like he owns the joint. He’s still in his clothes from yesterday, yet he looks ready to walk a runway. His clothes don’t look rumpled, his eyes are wide and alert, and his hair is swept back into place. Unbelievable.
"Ignore the gossiping girls, X. You want coffee or a smoothie?" Archie responds, jumping to his feet and heading back to the open kitchen as Xavier continues towards me.
When he drops down beside me, I can feel the heat radiating off him, even without his touch, as my body seems to become more accustomed to his.
"The other two will be down in a minute as well, so smoothies, please, man," Xavier calls over his shoulder before turning to face me.
Up close, I notice his five o'clock shadow and the little bags under his eyes as he searches my face. I assume he's looking for embarrassment or regret, but he won't find it. That's not how I operate.
"So while you were becoming more acquainted with Tobias and his body, did you guys happen to discuss the threatening message you received yesterday?" Xavier asks, his facial expression remaining neutral with his usual asshole att
itude back in place, and I lean towards him, a sly grin on my face, wanting to get a rise out of him.
"We were a little too busy for that. And if I'm being truly honest, we didn't do all that much talking in general."
I hear Charlie giggle behind me as Xavier quirks his eyebrow, licking his lips as he remains in place.
"Hmm, true. I know what it's like to have you naked and pleading for more. I couldn't get a word in when you were begging me either." I can’t tell if he was talking about last night or the first night, but either way, he’s not that wrong.
Charlie's giggles turn into all-out laughter, making Xavier grin, pleased with himself as I glare at him. I hear Archie laughing from the kitchen too, so I stick my middle finger up in his direction, then in Charlie’s as my eyes stay fixed on Xavier.
"You think you're so high and mighty, but you fucking love my mouth. So much so that you came knocking on my door last night while you were drunk because you felt left out. Isn't that right, snoockums?" I goad, my face mere inches from his as we stare each other down.
"Okay, children, settle down." Hunter's voice breaks through the moment, but before I pull away, Xavier leans forward, touching his lips to mine ever so slightly, leaving me stunned as he relaxes back onto the sofa.
Hunter rounds the sofa, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a seat on the other side of Xavier. How is it Hunter makes me feel more nervous than Xavier or Tobias, but he hasn't seen me fully naked? I think it's because I know where I stand with the other two, at least a little bit, while Hunter is an enigma.
At a glance, he looks like some surfer dude who’s the life of the party, but actually, he’s so closed off, I’m surprised he is even friends with the other two.
I don’t know what’s developing here at all, with any of them, they’re so confusing.
"Heyyyy," Tobias shouts moments before throwing himself over the back of the sofa, almost knocking the coffee from my hands as he lands upside down in between Xavier and me, his legs up in the air and his hat firmly back in place as he grins up at me.
