by Eve Bradley
“You’re so bad,” he says. “You know what? You can’t come until after I cum all over you.”
Shawn opens the car door and jostles me off of him. In one swift movement, he grabs me by my hips and flips me over so that my ass is in the air, my cunt gleaming for him. He reaches forward and grabs my hair. I wince in pain but I have barely a second to acknowledge it before he rams his full length inside of me. I cry out, unable to contain it.
“Don’t you dare come,” he warns me, pulling my head back by my hair possessively. I try to fuck back onto him, to move my ass against him as he pounds into me, but he moves like lightning, and I can only focus on the pain in my scalp and the splitting fullness between my legs, pushing me closer and closer to release. What if I can’t stop myself?
Shawn groans and then pulls out of me, and I feel warm fluid spray across my ass and lower back. Suddenly he releases my hair and pushes down on my head. My face is pressed against the middle divider, and I moan loudly as he slaps my pussy with the other hand.
“Now, what are you going to do next time for me?” he coaxes, tone buttery.
“I’m going to keep myself wet for you Mr. Van Doren,” I mewl, completely at his mercy.
This promise is enough for him to force his cock inside me again, but this time he pushes in as far as he can go and grinds into me. He pets my clit and lavishes me with every ounce of passion, swirling his fingers, caressing my ass and thighs, and then kissing my back and running his hands through my hair. This moment is quiet compared to when he’d taken his orgasm, and he lets me feel every single second of it, giving me everything I wanted and more.
“Thank you,” I whimper against the leather divider as my body clenches around his cock and spasms of repressed pleasure rack my entire body.
Eleven
It’s Vacation Time
I’ve never been on a road trip, but from the backseat of Shawn’s black convertible BMW, with the wind tousling my rose-gold hair, my feet up on the back of the seat, I feel like I’m in some mystical land where nothing can touch me. I’m wearing thick Prada sunglasses, black lululemon leggings, and a pink crop top, and I know if someone took a picture of me I wouldn’t recognize myself.
Not this girl who has fucked a billionaire and is attracted to his two best friends. If anything, I should give myself a new name. Penny and Allie are out the window, and I need something new. Something fitting.
Rhett is seated in the passenger seat, and Alexi sits close to me. We take little candid shots on his phone and laugh together, high on life. Rhett puffs on his cigarette and I see him glance at me in the side mirrors through his own dark sunglasses. I can tell that he’s thinking about me too, just like Alexi, and just like Shawn. It’s an exciting and yet sickening realization that I have three men who I’m deeply attracted to, who are also intrigued by me. But it’s not only desire, it’s something harder to describe. I haven’t felt like this for almost anyone, and now that I have three real, solid, men that make me feel it, I’m scared of two things: one, that I’m going to lose them, and two, the knowledge that I will have to lose them to keep them all safe from fighting over one rotten little bitch.
Shawn seems relaxed; poised. We’ve all won, and there’s a sense of ease now floating through our interactions. Part of me wants to ask him about his family, if he misses his mom, but I’ll save that for another time when we’re alone. Currently, I don’t want to kill his mood.
I wasn’t told where Shawn was taking us, and Anita packed my things before I had any say. Although I think she might have added some new items, and judging by the array of clothing and swimsuits, we’re going to be gone for a while. The black tote of cash I tucked in safely next to me when I’d hopped in the car, taking care always to know its location.
“You keep a close watch on that thing, don’t you?” Alexi snickers as I kick it deeper under Rhett’s seat.
“It’s my security blanket,” I respond sassily.
Shawn and Rhett chuckle when I say this, and yes, I’m joking. But it does make me feel secure to know that I have stacks of cash at my fingertips if I need it. Because let’s face it, money is freedom, and freedom is money.
“So when does the money go through?” I ask, and Shawn’s eyes narrow in the rearview.
“Soon enough,” he says, hands holding the wheel. “They were glad we came to our senses.”
Thinking about the Young Brothers gives me a chill. I hate that Shawn, Alexi, and Rhett even deal with them. Alexi had said they’d pulled guns on them the other day, and when I finally acknowledge this, it causes my stomach to churn. Why do they do it? What’s so important that they have to do these cons? There are criminals everywhere, and they won’t be able to stop every single one. Not only this, but these cons aren’t even Shawn’s main source of income. A few million here and there is nothing compared to the billion-dollar companies he owns and manages. So…the puzzling question fills up my head and doesn’t let go: why?
“How did you choose them?” I ask.
I see all three of them start to shift in their seats or change their hand placements. What are they not telling me?
“I told you I sought them out,” Shawn says, but his voice is stiff. I can tell there’s something more, maybe something that he’s still holding back from me, but I decide not to push it.
However, now that these questions are coming to light, I think I’ll have to brood on them for a while. I feel like although Shawn wants me to trust him completely, there are still things I don’t know about him, and I can’t give him utter control over me if there will be secrets between us. He can’t have both, but I guess that’s what he’s done up till now. Suddenly Alexi and Rhett seem so much simpler.
Yet, we all have our issues. Shawn was probably ignored and neglected emotionally, Alexi was abandoned and despised, and Rhett was forced into the normalization of drugs and illegal activity. Anita calling them a “band of misfits” makes so much more sense to me now.
“So where are we going?” I ask, propping my feet up on the seat again. “I’m curious.”
“Post Ranch Inn. Three more hours and we’ll be there,” Shawn says. “It’s in Big Sur.”
I shrug, not knowing where on earth that is. I am surprised he’s not taking me somewhere more secluded. But I suppose now that everyone thinks I’m dead, there’s not really any reason to worry. Still, I can’t help the nagging fears that occasionally bristle in my constantly unsettled mind.
“It’s a beautiful place. You’ll love it,” Rhett turns back and winks at me.
My stomach flops. I’m in the car with three gorgeous men and I have a hard time thinking about anything other than how I feel about them. Honestly, there is so much unexplored. I know that I should probably still be wary. If there’s one lesson life has taught me, it’s to question everything and trust no one. This just feels too good.
I smile in satisfaction and shut my eyes as the sun tickles my face, and the wind batters my hair. Sometimes you just have to live in the moment, and sometimes, the things you’ve learned from years of struggling to survive no longer serve you.
I’m in awe when we pull around the roundabout that will lead us into the Post Ranch Inn. Big Sur is a beautiful location settled in the midst of lush green forest, wildlife parks, oceanic scenes, and is just off California’s Highway One. Post Ranch is more luxurious than any hotel I’ve ever seen, and Shawn mentions that it’s one of the best luxury resorts in the country.
My mouth hangs open as we wander towards the lobby, which is separate from the scattered modern buildings checkering the hillside, overlooking a crystalline view of the pacific. I breathe deeply, inhaling the scent of woods and water. This is paradise.
The buildings and cabins are crafted to appear mid-century modern with long cedar planks and slanted rooflines. On a few of the roofs of the cabins, grass grows in undulating clumps. The vibe is definitely woodsy and yet, I see from a map that they offer an array of services, including morning yoga, guided nature walks,
meditation, stargazing, and spa treatments. This resort has everything. Although, it feels smaller than a resort. Quainter. As if we’re actually quite secluded and the rest of the world is automatically deflected by the sound of the waves and the cozy cheerfulness of the suites.
Shawn signs us in and I overhear that he’s rented one of the Cliff houses. The excited young receptionist applauds him on his choice.
“Oh you’ll love it! It’s my favorite. Especially the outdoor spa tub. It also has a glass wall in the bedroom so you can wake to a beautiful view of the ocean,” she says, ponytail swinging as she comes around to hand him the key.
“Thank you,” Shawn responds tersely, and then he leads me outside once again, onto the winding pathways. It’s starting to get dark, and the sun is fading beyond the flat blue line of the horizon.
“Any other girls coming out to join you gentlemen?” the receptionist asks with a little giggle as she points us in the right direction.
“No,” I say as I pass her. “Just me.”
All three of them hang their heads and smirk, and I notice the girl’s mouth twitch in what appears to be awkwardness. I can’t help but snicker to myself.
Rhett and Alexi go to gather our things and lug them up to where we’ll be staying. I have my black bag swung on my shoulder, and as I follow Shawn into the cabin that is going to be our home for the next few weeks, I feel giddy. How did I get so fucking lucky? Does anyone know what this is like? Does anyone actually appreciate the beauty and the luxury like me? I feel like everyone just goes about their lives and they think all of this is normal, the pretty buildings, the furniture, the beds with blissful mattresses, the shopping, the endless dropping of cash- I just don’t understand how anyone could ever get used to it.
I toss my bag aside and run and jump onto the crisp white comforter of the bed and laugh as I sink into what feels like a cloud.
“Fuck!” I scream.
I hear Shawn saunter in, and I look back as he stands in the doorway to the bedroom. He’s got a smug smile on his face and his arms are crossed. His dark blonde hair is pushed back a little with gel, slightly messy, and by the loose expression on his face, he seems completely satisfied. Maybe it’s the low lighting, the neutral tones, and the dark ocean night in the background that make him look more relaxed than before.
“You like it?” he asks, and I can tell he already knows that I do.
“Yes,” I say, nearly breathless. “I can’t even believe this is a real place, and that I’m here. That we’re here together…I’ve never even gone on a vacation before. I just…” I grapple for words, but eventually exhale and drop back on the bed again.
Shawn comes to me and sidles up alongside me on the bed. He curls his strong, hard-cut body around me and buries his face in my hair.
“You deserve this and more,” he says, his voice buzzing in my ear.
I move my face to look into his eyes and he pulls back a bit, staring down in curiosity. I lift myself to kiss him, emotions coursing like rivers through my entire body. His lips are smooth on mine, possessive and hungry, and when I taste him my body instantly responds to his unwavering sensuality. I hold onto his cheek and tug him closer and one of his hands glide down my waist and thigh.
“I want to fuck you,” Shawn hisses through our kisses. “Like you deserve to be fucked. With a beautiful view in the background, with your body against the glass, with my handprints on your ass, and with diamonds dripping from your neck.”
I gasp as he reaches down to nibble at my neck, and then lower. He slides the crop top up over my free breasts and clutches one in his grip before moving down and sucking my nipple. I’m arching back against him, desperate for the warm wet of his tongue on my sensitive skin. He sucks in so many places that I nearly forget myself and start to release the pent up desire that arrives in the form of small whimpers in my throat.
Then I hear the door slam.
I scramble to cover my breasts, but it’s clear that Rhett and Alexi have already seen us lying on the bed together. I hear Rhett snort, and then they both continue to load the suitcases and bags into the cabin. Guilt pours over me like a geyser, and I let out a conflicted, tense breath.
“Allie,” Shawn’s fingers grip my chin, and he turns me to look at him again. “I want to tell you something.”
I nod, showing that I am attentive. But I’m not. I shouldn’t be this conflicted. I shouldn’t feel like this at all, should I?
“Don’t worry about anything. Just focus on what feels right,” he says in that demanding, yet utterly calm tone. “You’re mine. But I can’t stop you from pursuing pleasure. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
I’m confused and try to move, but he keeps me there in his tight grip, making me a complete slave to his demands.
“What? Why are you saying this?” I ask quietly.
“I have to go back to LA for a few days,” he says, crushing my heart in the process.
I lurch forward, wrapping my arms around him, burying my face in his sweet, clean chest. Fuck, I don’t think I can handle being alone with Rhett and Alexi. How am I going to keep myself away from them? What if they flirt with me? A thousand worries work themselves up like tidal waves in my head, just waiting to crash down and ruin whatever Shawn and I have going.
“Don’t. Come on, Shawn. We just got here.”
I say it because I feel like he’s the glue that’s sticking us all together. He’s the one I have the least doubt in, and I know for a fact that he cares about me. Or maybe my body’s simply aching for his, and that’s skewing my logic. I know he has business to do; I know that he doesn’t afford things like this beautiful cabin on the clifftops overlooking the Pacific Ocean from sitting on his ass. Still, I want him here. I want to spend time with him, relax with him, get to know him.
“I have things I need to take care of,” he says and caresses my back, sending tingles down my spine. “I’ll be back in three days. And believe me, I’m looking forward to it.”
“I just feel like…” but I don’t know what I feel. I wish I could explain to him what he means to me. What all of this means to me. “I don’t know you. I want to know you better. We’ve had sex…what? Three times now? You’ve given me thousands of dollars worth of clothes, shoes, and makeup. You’re posting me up in this amazing cabin with a spa and a million rich-person things to do, and I guess I just feel like…why? Why are you doing this for me?”
Shawn pulls me up so that I have to face his overwhelming gaze. His features are tilted into cold amusement, and he shakes his head.
“You don’t need to understand,” he says, and then sits upright. He pulls a black box from his back pocket and offers it to me. “Life is full of surprises. Not all of them can be explained.”
I’m painfully aware of the quickening pace of my heart when he says this. I glance down at the box in his hand, nearly afraid of the mere thought of the expense.
“But…” I start to say, but he lays one finger on my lips.
“Open it.”
I reach out for the velvet box and crack it open. My jaw drops as I take in a glittering platinum diamond-encrusted key on the end of a dainty chain. The logo says Tiffany’s.
“Shawn!” I nearly reach out and punch his arm, but remember that he’d probably punish me for that, and I really don’t want to make him mad right before he leaves. Unless that would get him going. Then I might consider it.
“I told you you’d get a gift for that makeup idea,” he says, jaw tight.
I fight the awkwardness away and lay a hand over my mouth. How can he do things like this? It gives me further reason to question everything.
“Listen,” he grows serious again, gray eyes like daggers. “I know there’s a lot more we have to learn about each other, and I want that too. But there is no reason to rush. Enjoy this moment, right here. Enjoy your life on your terms. You’re so used to rushing through life, rushing to get to the next place, rushing to find a way to stay alive. Slow down. Let yourself breathe.”
“I’ll try.”
This is enough for his intensity to settle. He kisses me one more time, a hard connection of lips, and then he goes to say goodbye to Rhett and Alexi, who are no doubt hiding in some other part of the cabin. I wonder what they think and how they must feel with everything that’s happened between Shawn and I. Rhett and I kissed, and I know there could have been more if the circumstances had been different. Alexi has held me in his arms multiple times, and I can’t say that I haven’t longed for more. God, maybe I’m going mad.
“I’ll be back in a few days. Keep your phones on,” I overhear Shawn say, and then he heads out the door. Fuck if the slam of the door doesn’t make my heart race and my palms sweat. They had to have seen my boobs as I was lying on the bed with Shawn, and this makes everything ten times worse.
Building up flimsy little bits of courage, I lift myself from the bed and go out to the living room. It seems like they’ve been waiting for me because they’re both sitting in armchairs silently, looking out at the ocean as the fireplace crackles and a tea kettle starts to boil on the stove. I wonder what kind of food we’ll have here. I saw that Alexi had brought a reusable bag of all the sugary treats we like, but I don’t know if they brought them in yet. My stomach begins to growl pathetically as I remember that I haven’t eaten since lunch earlier today.
“Tea?” I try to sound cheerful as I go and assemble some of the mugs that are kept in the cabinets on hand.
