4-Ever Theirs: Four to Score, Book 1

by Jayne Rylon

  “Is that good for you?” she asked.

  When he groaned and banged his head on the soft ground beneath it, she figured that was decent enough confirmation.

  Andi concentrated on squeezing him tight as she lifted off a bit. Then she eased up as she pressed close once more. When she could hardly concentrate on anything but the mounting pleasure, she released his hands.

  Eager, he directed them to her brightest pleasure points in a flurry of motion that would have made a champion boxer envious.

  All the while, as she used him for her own pleasure, his hands flew over her from her breasts to her ass. Finally, one of them wormed between their bodies to manipulate her clit.

  Resisting that additional stimulation would have been impossible.

  “I’m not going to last much longer, Andi.” He groaned. “Come, please. Come on my dick.”

  Flying with him was the most alluring prospect of all.

  As if on command, her body obeyed his desires. She went rigid, her body bowing as the pressure built to impossible proportions within her.

  “Yes! Yes!” he shouted to the sky.

  And she knew it was because she’d given him what he needed.

  Andi came so hard, she worried she might break his cock. Through her entire orgasm, he pumped into her, fucking her like mad when she lost the strength to do it herself. She held on tight to his broad shoulders and rode the waves of ecstasy for as long as she could.

  As they lay there, her half-collapsed over Simon, who had crashed—completely blissed out—in the mud, the rain began to relent. It dialed back from downpour to drizzle, then a fine mist, and finally quit entirely.

  They sighed in unison as birds began to sing once more and the sun peeked through the clouds, chasing away any lingering chill.

  When his cock softened enough to slip from her body, she whimpered. It was a long walk back to the car, yet the only thing she wanted to do was settle in right there. Her scuffed knees and tired muscles proved she wasn’t immortal after all. Damn.

  “Got a little carried away there, huh?” Simon grinned as he levered himself to his elbows.

  He cradled her against his chest as he climbed gracefully to his feet, carrying her to the shelter.

  “Maybe just a tad.” She giggled as she curled around him, hugging him tight. “It was worth it, though.”

  “Shit, yes, it was.” He set her on the bench then snagged his shirt off the ground, using it as a towel to dry the majority of the droplets and mini mud puddles from her skin. As for himself, he shook off like a dog then stepped into his pants. He tried not to wrinkle his nose at the soggy mess his feet made in his sneakers.

  Andi followed his lead, letting him assist her in getting trail-ready once more.

  Just before they headed back, she drew him to the edge for one last view of the world far below. As they stood there, fingers linked, a glorious rainbow stretched in a perfect arc over the horizon. She couldn’t help but think it was some kind of sign.

  But what was it trying to tell her?

  That this guy was the guy?

  That nowhere was going to be better than here?

  That something even more amazing was waiting at the other end of the rainbow?

  More confused than ever, she followed him down the mountain. When they arrived at the trailhead, Simon turned to her, for once somber.

  “You know, this wasn’t what I had in mind for today, but you proved to me that the best things in life are always the ones that come as a surprise.” Simon hugged her tight then tucked her into the passenger seat of his car.

  They weren’t quiet on the ride home. No, they sang along to the radio and passed each other an imaginary microphone for the good parts.

  By the time they pulled into the driveway, her ribs ached from laughing.

  Dirty and starting to shiver from the combination of her damp hair and the air-conditioning, Andi shouted, “Race you to the shower!”

  They tore along the sidewalk then bounded up the squeaky wooden stairs of their porch. She shed clothes in each room between the front door and the bathroom.

  By the time they were locked inside together, she wasn’t sure she was going to need the balmy spray of their shower to get warmed up. Simon was looking at her like that again.

  Sure enough, by the time he’d finished soaping her up, he had her bent over, palms on the tiled walls as he pounded into her from behind.

  “What is it about fucking me in the water that you like so much?” he asked between labored breaths.

  She laughed. Right there in the middle of a moment so intense she wouldn’t have imagined it possible the day before. “I’m not sure. Quit chatting and finish the job. Then we can dry off and compare what it’s like to screw in a nice comfy bed.”

  “Somehow I think I like this better.” He put his foot on the edge of the tub for additional leverage and drove deeper within her.

  By the time they finally crawled into bed together, neither of them had the energy to test out their theory. Besides, there was something about their carefree mating that simply wouldn’t be the same in bright lights and ideal conditions.

  Instead, Simon seemed happy to comb the snarls from her hair and put her back together, help her prepare for her reentry into civilization following their walk on the wild side. After he finished untangling her hair, he braided it then nudged her to her stomach.

  A decadent massage relaxed her muscles, which were surprisingly sore—either from their trek or the sexual gymnastics she’d been undertaking. After all, he was an expert, trained in keeping athletes at their peak performance. His hands felt divine. But when she offered the repay the favor, he declined.

  “Can I just hold you for a while, babe?” he asked.

  For a guy usually so committed to motion and activity, it struck her as a deeply affectionate gesture. Maybe this is what she brought him, the ability to be calm—still in both mind and body—for once.

  Andi cuddled against his side. She dropped a kiss over his heart, nuzzled her cheek on his shoulder, then embraced him every bit as tightly as he did her.

  It was a long time before they drifted off together.

  Chapter Nine

  Waking up to a lonely bed was even harder the second time.

  Andi rubbed her chest, hoping it was just a lingering sore muscle and not something less curable—like a slowly breaking heart—that was causing the ache there. No such luck. Despite Simon’s magic hands and the amazing rubdown he’d given her before bed, she winced as she stretched.

  She wasn’t used to all that…activity.

  Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to see she’d slept until noon again. This was the first time she’d been able to catch up on her sleep in years, so maybe it made sense. Committed to the decadence of the next few days before being thrust into the real world, she refused to be sorry about it.

  After another quick shower, which loosened her some, she wandered into the kitchen. She smiled when she opened the refrigerator and found a plate with half a sandwich inside. There was a note on top, taped to the plastic wrap.

  I know you like my leftovers. Just like Reed. HA HA HA -xoxo Simon.

  Any other guy might have gotten smacked for that, but he didn’t intend any malice. Especially after yesterday, since he’d probably filled his quota of serious for an entire decade. The chuckle he gifted her with helped ease her nerves a bit too. She owed him for that.

  Speaking of Reed, by the time she was down to the crust of the bread and picking at the last of the good stuff from inside, he came through the back door with his hands covered in grease and an endearing smudge across his cheekbone.

  Despite her recent overindulgence, her entire system purred at the sight of him.

  In between both Simon and Cooper in terms of height and build, her inner Goldilocks declared him just right. His hair was darker than the others, nearly black, and his contrasting eyes granted him a shocking stare. They fluctuated between gunmetal gray and cornflower blue
, depending on what he wore and the lighting in the room, not that she’d spent a disproportionate amount of time studying them over the years. Right.

  Despite his calloused hands, he was a thinker—a strategist and a coordinator. Those traits were going to make his medical supply 3D printing start-up a smashing success. She couldn’t wait to see him rising to the top and knew it wouldn’t take long for him to get there.

  Driven and focused, he wouldn’t settle for anything else.

  Engrossed in studying him, she didn’t hear what he said to her when he noticed her sitting at the table.

  “Hmm?” she asked.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He didn’t turn to face her as he scrubbed his hands in the sink. “When were you going to mention that your oil light came on again?”

  Oh. That.

  “Never.” She shrugged. “I’m gonna have to learn to take care of this shit on my own, right?”

  “Not yet.” He practically spit the words. “And you know we’re not going anywhere. If you need help, we’re not that far away.”

  “You’re going to drive four hours to work on my car?” She didn’t mean to be a bitch, but she also couldn’t allow him to make false promises. The only way this was going to work was if she made a clean break when she walked away.

  “I would if you’d let me.” He shook his head as he dried his hands. “Sorry. I don’t want to waste our time arguing.”

  “Me either.” She came up behind him and hugged him, resting her head between his shoulders.

  Reed put his fingers over hers then squeezed. “It’s harder than I thought, and I knew it was going to suck donkey dick.”

  “I know.” She sniffled, trying not to ruin the day with tears.

  Then he turned in her arms and took her cheeks in his palm. “No matter what, don’t forget how proud I am of you. All of us are. You deserve this job, this chance to make a difference in your field. It’s a big deal. You’re doing the right thing.”

  It felt natural to strain upward until he kissed her.

  The first brush of his lips over hers felt like coming home. Ironic, since it was kind of the opposite. Andi committed the moment to memory and knew she’d think of it often when she got homesick. Hopefully his encouragement would give her the strength to stay the course on the long, lonely nights when she waffled over her decisions.

  And she knew she would.

  But he was right.

  This was what she’d been working for. It was what she wanted.

  Making a difference in people’s lives, helping relieve the anguish of thousands of people… Well, she’d seen how both of her parents had suffered through long illnesses before finally succumbing. It was the best thing she could think to do with her life to try to prevent others from going through the same thing.

  If she got really lucky, maybe some of her involvement in trials would lead to cures.

  People like her wouldn’t be so alone if their loved ones could be saved.

  Any personal discomfort she might sustain had nothing on the upside. She had to do this.

  Reed separated them and smiled at her. “You’re going to make a difference. I’m just a selfish bastard, that’s all.”

  She bit her lip and nodded once, because part of her was just as egocentric and pissed at what she had to forgo. Hard decisions, but ones she’d already made. And she wouldn’t change her mind.

  He wandered away from her then rested against the wall, closing his eyes to gather his thoughts or maybe just to keep her from scrutinizing those glorious eyes of his, which told her so much he never would say out loud. “Do you mind if we stay in today, Andi?”

  “Not at all. Honestly, I’m still kind of recuperating from yesterday’s jungle adventure.” She stretched as she admitted it.

  “I told Simon to be careful with you.” His brows drew together, making his eyes turn as stormy as the afternoon had been the day before.

  “He was.” She wondered how much she should share. “It was my fault. I got kind of carried away.”

  “In that case…good. I don’t feel like sharing you with the rest of the world yet.” He stared out the window with his hands clasped behind his back. “Not until I have to.”

  “That’s kind of ironic, isn’t it?” She swallowed hard. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about our arrangement?”

  Reed turned slowly to face her. He tipped his head to the side a bit. His stillness had never made her nervous before, but maybe his intensity had never been quite so focused on her. “Simon and Cooper aren’t the rest of the world, they’re part of mine. And we have you to thank for that. I never would have fallen into this kind of arrangement otherwise. It was you…and the damn frittata girl. I thought it would be enough to close my eyes and imagine she was you. Then I realized how much more there was to sex when I was sharing someone with those two. Bringing her three times the pleasure. It was incredible. Blew my mind. Then there was no going back.”

  She nodded weakly, twisting the hem of her shirt between her fingers.

  “Are you changing your mind? It’s okay if this is too much. I understand.” Reed seemed resigned, as if he’d expected exactly that all along.

  Andi couldn’t deny that she was struggling this morning. She figured if she had any chance of surviving until graduation…and beyond…she had to be as honest as possible with him, despite the fact that she knew he wouldn’t like what she had to say.

  “That’s just it—I’m not. I want this, Reed, even though I’m not sure it’s best for you. I mean, I feel pretty slutty needing you as much as I do, considering that I’ve fucked both of your best friends in the past forty-eight hours.” She couldn’t meet his stare when she asked, “Are you sure that’s not a problem for you?”

  “What’s not fucking okay with me is you demeaning yourself. Don’t make me put you over my knee for saying shit like that.” He would do it too, she didn’t doubt it.

  The purr that escaped was probably not the kind of encouragement she should have given him.

  Reed strode to her and took hold of her shoulders. “I’m going to show you exactly how much it turns me on knowing that you’ve opened yourself to them. Finally learned to take. And then I’m going to let you see what it’s like when I do the same for myself. Because once I let go of all this shit I’ve been keeping in check, it’s not going to be…civilized.”

  Unlike Cooper, he wasn’t gentle. Unlike Simon, he wasn’t playful.

  No, being with Reed was serious business.

  Andi knew why he’d come to her last. He was capable of a whole new level of passion that he’d had the others build her up to. She hoped she was as ready as she was eager.

  He wasn’t the kind of guy to hedge his bets or take the long way around. “Be sure you’re up for that.”

  “I am.”

  Reed was direct, and he was coming for her.

  She couldn’t wait to be caught.

  Chapter Ten

  Reed captured Andi before she could utter any more reassurances. He backed her up against the kitchen wall, trapping her between it and the long, hard length of his torso. A squeak burst past her lips when she realized how much control he had over the situation.

  Had always had over her.

  “You’ve been planning this the whole week, haven’t you?” she whispered.

  The barest of sounds was all that was necessary since his lips hovered a hairsbreadth from hers.

  “Much longer. I’ve been plotting this since the moment you applied for the open roommate spot on our lease.” He was dead serious too. “I never thought I’d actually get to live out my fantasy.”

  “I want to be whatever you’ve dreamed of,” she admitted.

  “You are. Without trying, you’re everything I could want. More than I need.” He brushed his mouth over hers in a deceptively tender caress. She could feel his teeth behind his lips, though, waiting their turn to leave their mark.

  “If I only get to do this onc
e, with you…” A shiver made it hard to finish her thought, but he waited patiently to hear what she had to say. “I want it to be everything. I need that as much as you do. Don’t half-ass this, Reed.”

  As if she’d unleashed a tiger, he growled and pounced. He crushed her with the well-muscled wall of his chest and jammed his thigh between her legs. While it held her up it also stoked the fire in her core, which grew from a glowing ember to something that could rage out of control and turn them both into a pile of ashes if they weren’t careful.

  It seemed the more she indulged sexually, the more insatiable she became. Good thing there were three of them and one of her. Soon she was going to be an unrepentant nymphomaniac, completely out of control and loving every second.

  Or maybe desperation fueled her desire. Like a bear preparing for a barren winter, she had to hoard enough to get her through the cold, lonely nights ahead.

  Either way, she couldn’t seem to stop feasting on Reed, who didn’t try to curb their shared appetite for desire.

  She squirmed against him, trying to rub herself on him and glean what pleasure she could from his clenched quad against her mound. Meanwhile, she reached over and slid her hands beneath his shirt, running them up his back before raking her nails along either side of his spine.

  Andi couldn’t say what made her do it, except that she liked the idea of him bearing some proof of their time together. Unlike with Simon yesterday, he responded to her aggression by growing bolder himself. He wasn’t the kind of man she’d ever be able to flip things around on. Instead, he would take her passion and match it. Escalate it.

  As much as she’d enjoyed herself yesterday, today was a new day.

  And she appreciated that about him.

  No matter how brazen she got, how uninhibited, he wouldn’t be fazed…or undermined.

  Reed smiled down at her, though the expression held a steely edge more than kindness. “I like it when you’re untamed. I always knew you had this in you, Andi. I’m glad you’ve realized it too, even if I only get a taste.”