Heartbreaker

by Romy Lockhart

  Asher looks tired as hell by the time we make the drive back to Rapture. It took a few trips to get all the captives back into town. They were kind of dazed, some of them tearful. It was a trippy experience to say the least. And now we have about a six hour drive back to Eden’s place. It’s gonna be after midnight by the time we get back there.

  “So what’s the best place to stop for dinner?” I ask, casting a glance back at Asher as he closes his eyes. I doubt Eden’s been out this way before, and the old man in the passenger seat shrugs non-commitally when I glance his way.

  “There’s a burger place about a few hours down the road,” Asher murmurs.

  “That’s it?”

  “I didn’t notice other restaurants. Wasn’t exactly a normal road trip,” Asher says, as Eden gives him a side hug.

  Silence fills the air and I can hardly stand it. I get that everyone’s exhausted, but man this is dreary.

  I put the radio on and find myself raising an eyebrow back at Asher who’s expression has melted from weary to irritable. “Didn’t pick you for a Britney Spears fan, Ash.”

  “It was Grace. Long story. Don’t ask.”

  “I can imagine.” Grace, the girl in the prom dress with the fire-poker in her hand. She was a character, for sure. Talked about vampires the entire time she was in the car with me and her brother and some other guy who barely said a word. I laugh and turn the dial. The old man relaxes the second I flip to a classic rock station and turn the volume down a notch. Guess no-one in the car is really into pop music.

  The drive is a long one and all of us are drained by the time I’m pulling into the burger joint parking lot. The food doesn’t do much more than perk everyone up for about ten minutes. The rest of the drive back is fuelled by back to back cans of soda while a chorus of snoring fills the car.

  I roll the window down to let in the night breeze. I wake everyone up when I’m finally driving back into Rapture. Asher directs me to the place I need to go to drop off his dad.

  Sasha comes out of the house first, followed by the woman who must surely be his mother. His father greets them with hugs and the woman cries on his shoulder. Asher gets out and a few minutes later comes back.

  “Eden’s place?”

  He nods and we go home.

  Chapter Forty

  Eden

  I crashed out the second my head hit the pillow last night. Exhaustion hit like a truck. I’m still tired when I slink out of bed in the morning, managing to do it without waking Asher or Nick. I vaguely remembering some mild arguing about sleeping arrangements the night before, but Asher had won the sympathy vote and he’d allowed Nick to call shotgun. I’d just been glad to be wedged between their warm bodies as we got into bed.

  I yawn as I leave the room, glancing back to check they’re both still asleep. They haven’t moved since I did. I close the door over and head to the bathroom in the master bedroom. My room, I guess, though I don’t really care where I sleep as these days as long as it’s with company.

  I hit the light in the bathroom and close the door. One look in the mirror and I realise I don’t look quite as weary as I feel. That’s something. I run the shower and yawn some more as I get a towel from the cupboard under the sink and place it next to the sink.

  I don’t know if it’s the heat or the steam, but the shower gradually brings me back to life from the moment I step under its stream. By the time I’m finished washing my hair, I’m ready for anything. Which is just as well when the door to Logan’s room opens as I’m grabbing my towel.

  His short blond hair is looking a little wild and he has sleepy bedroom eyes right now. Damn. Why do men look so good when they’ve just rolled out of bed? How do they do that? It’s like magic.

  “Hey,” he says, standing there in his boxers, letting his gaze drift over my wet, naked body.

  “Shower’s free,” I tell him, stepping out and wrapping the towel around me.

  “It’s not really the shower I’m interested in,” he tells me, stepping closer to pull me into his arms.

  His lips meet mine and I close my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck and sinking in. The towel drops at the insistence of his hands. His hands stroke my ass and I’m pulled in close enough to be in no doubt over what he’s really interested in this morning. I’m just enjoying the feeling of his hard shaft pressed against me when a second set of hands suddenly roam gently down the sides of my thighs. I break away from Logan, gasping in a sharp breath as Eli’s fingers reach my slick lips.

  His mouth presses against my shoulder, and then he leans in close to whisper, “You’re all wet.”

  I am, and not just where he’s pushing his fingers. Droplets are falling from my hair down my front and back. I shiver as Eli moves one hand to glide a finger up my spine. “Well, you two don’t seem to be in the mood to let me dry off.”

  “Two?” Logan asks, the first hint of a smile twitching his lips at the corners. “You might want to do a recount.”

  I turn my head and find Nick’s hungry gaze devouring us from the doorway. He grins as his eyes rise to meet mine. “Hey, gorgeous.”

  “Nick! Isn’t it too early for you to be up?” I can hardly believe it.

  I hear Asher laugh lightly behind Logan. “Eden, it’s the middle of the afternoon. You slept half the day away.”

  “Asher?” I turn back and he leans against the doorframe.

  All of my men are half naked and surrounding me on all sides. This bathroom suddenly got very small and extremely hot. “I don’t think this bathroom is big enough for all of us,” I tell them, not quite able to believe what’s going on right now.

  “She’s right,” Asher says.

  “It’s not as if there’s a big enough bed in this house,” Nick puts in, shrugging when my eyes widen. “You’re going to have to special order one sometime, Eden.”

  I glance back at Logan, searching his eyes. I see nothing but warmth. Holy shit. I’m really going to have to get a bigger bed. Eli lifts me up suddenly. He spins me around and Nick backs out of the doorway as I’m carried into my bedroom. I’m lowered onto the bed a few seconds later.

  My men fall on me like ravenous predators. Eli and Logan are wedged in close at either side of me, hands wandering and mouths exploring my breasts. Their hands spread my legs open and Asher’s tongue swirls through my lips and around my clit. His low moan before he goes back to licking is almost enough to push me over the edge. I gaze at Nick as he gets comfortable behind Eli, his face level with mine. He grins at me as I moan under the intense touch of my other three lovers.

  “I’m not even between them and I know your legs are shaking, Eden.”

  He’s right. I’m a trembling mess beneath them. Haven’t even been penetrated yet, and I’m a complete wreck. Eli and Logan are holding my legs apart for Asher while they keep my nipples well stimulated with their hungry mouths. And Asher is eating me out like he’s never tasted pussy before.

  “I’m so close, Nick,” I gasp out, my body tensing.

  Nick moves in close and kisses me, slowly and intently while my first climax crashes over me. I come hard and fast and moaning against his tongue, my fingers tangling in his hair.

  Asher moves away, but I don’t get time to recover before he fills my contracting pussy with his engorged cock. He moves slowly to begin with, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I lose touch with the others, Nick pulling away first. I wrap my legs around Asher as he pushes in deep, towering above me while Logan and Eli go back to sucking on my nipples. I lay back and gaze over at Nick.

  The look in his sparkling green eyes is depraved as he gazes back at me. He strokes his dick before moving over to kiss me, this time from behind. Asher begins to fuck me hard and fast, just the way I like it. My throbbing pussy can hardly take any more by the time he spills his seed inside of me.

  Nick backs up and strokes his cock again. I can see how wet the tip is and I moan low in my throat as he gets up. Asher moves back and Nick takes his place, thrusting inside b
efore I can get a chance to recover from my first good, hard screw.

  “No walking today, Eden,” Nick tells me, stroking his fingers over my inner thighs lightly. “We’re going to give you more than even a Goddess can handle.”

  Asher’s smile as he fills Nick’s spot beside me is wry but wide. “I’m sure Eden can handle it, Nick.”

  “You didn’t see Logan’s porn star dick yet,” Nick warns him.

  Asher raises an eyebrow at me, before his gaze drifts over Logan, who’s staying quiet and still wearing his boxers. I just smile. There’s no use pretending Logan isn’t huge. It’s going to be obvious soon enough just how much he’s packing.

  “Just shut up and fuck me, Nick.”

  He does as told, and I come while Asher’s kissing me. Nick isn’t far behind. I feel absolutely drenched by the time he moves away. Logan and Eli let go of my thighs and remove their mouths from my breasts. I feel almost boneless right now, well sated and basking in the afterglow.

  I know immediately as they get up that this isn’t over yet. Not by a long shot. They strip and move back to either side of me, positioning me to face Logan and pulling me back up the bed. Nick and Asher are watching quietly at the foot of the bed as Eli and Logan move in that insanely perfect harmony that they seem to just have going between them. Eli slides his dick inside of me from behind, and Logan from the front. I gasp at the feeling of fullness as they move me slowly between them, shallow thrusts keeping me impaled.

  It’s lazy weekend sex turned up a notch or ten. I can’t believe how good it feels.

  Logan brings my lips to his and Eli kisses my neck and shoulder. My climax seems to hit out of nowhere, the achingly slow movements seeming set to drive me crazy before I moan low in my throat when I’m thrust sharply over the edge into earth-shattering oblivion. I’m shaking between them when it’s over, and they finish up with a few deeper, harder thrusts, one after the other.

  I gasp in a breath as they pull out, Logan first. Nick and Asher come closer to the bed and help me up. I know from one glance in Asher’s dark blue eyes that this tryst isn’t anywhere close to being over. My thighs are slick, and my legs are trembling as Asher pulls me into his arms and bends his head down to kiss me, slow and hard.

  I blow out a quivering breath when he moves back, still holding me.

  Nick’s arms wrap around me from behind. “I guess we need to up our game,” he tells Asher, in a stage whisper. “Considering those two seem to have a hive mind.”

  I snort as Asher smiles wryly at Nick. “I think we can manage that.”

  “I’d love to see you try,” I tell them.

  “Challenge accepted,” Nick murmurs, kissing my throat.

  ***

  I’m shaky as hell, in the best possible way, by the time my men have spent themselves. Having all four of them take turns to pleasure me seemed to inspire spirited rivalry that quickly burned away to pure unbridled passion. I look around at the muscular bodies surrounding me and I can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of my mouth.

  “Ready for more?” Nick teases, apparently the most alert of us all.

  I laugh lightly. “Don’t even try to pretend you’ve got more left in you right now.”

  Asher has an arm possessively draped over my stomach and his head is close to my shoulder, his eyes closed. He’s tired enough to sleep, but he isn’t there yet. Nick is behind him, skin touching, one arm propping his head up as his gaze fixes on me.

  “When do I ever pretend?” he asks, and I watch his left hand move downwards.

  Asher moves his arm and slaps Nick’s hand, making him snort.

  “Our Goddess is sated. Go jerk yourself off if you’re still horny.”

  Nick rolls his eyes. “I was kidding, Ash.”

  “It doesn’t feel like you’re kidding.”

  Nick moves back a little, shooting me a smirk. “I guess I’ll go take a shower then.”

  He gets up and walks out the room, his cock fully engorged. Asher shakes his head before laying back down properly beside me and kissing me gently on the lips.

  Logan’s arm moves from my side where his fingers were clasped in mine to reach up and stroke the left side of my face. He turns my head to him and kisses me a little more insistently than Asher just did. He breaks it off and sighs happily as he moves back, looking more content than I’d ever seen him. Eli’s arm snakes across his waist and his fingers entwine in mine as Logan keeps his hand where it is, stroking the side of my face with his thumb. Asher moves his arm back around my stomach and kisses my throat close to Logan’s hand.

  I almost wish Nick hadn’t gone to take a shower, but I can guess where his hand would have wandered to if he’d stayed. As much as I loved his one-tracked mind, right now I was too tired to really reap the benefits.

  I gaze at Eli’s hard body pressed up tight against Logan. It’s hard to believe how close they’ve become, how comfortable they are with each other. I can’t imagine Logan ever letting Asher or Nick embrace him like that. Maybe one day. It’s not like this is a temporary arrangement.

  “What are you thinking, Eden?” Logan asks.

  “I’m thinking I should probably go finish the shower you interrupted earlier.” Now that the desire has burned off, my wet hair is making me feel a little cold. And after everything we all just did, I’ve sweated hard enough to earn another shower. If I’m too shaky to stand I’ll just have to make it a bath.

  He laughs, kisses my jaw and nudges Eli. “Get up. Eden wants to shower.”

  Eli mumbles something about being comfortable before he lets go of my hand and get up. The bed creaks as my men move off. Asher remains at my side as Eli leaves. Logan’s gaze stays on us for a few seconds before he retreats through the bathroom to his room.

  Asher gets up once he’s gone and puts his glasses on before helping me up. “Do you need me to carry you?”

  I bite down on my lower lip. “I’m probably fine.”

  He keeps hold of my hand as I get to my feet, and promptly fall back on my ass.

  “I’ll be fine in a second,” I tell him.

  He shakes his head at me, his gaze apprehensive. He picks me up swiftly and carries me into the bathroom, where he places me down in the bathtub before stepping in behind me. I reach out for the sides and start to haul myself up. He turns on the water and stops me, kneeling down behind me.

  “Stay down, Eden.” It’s a command and I obey it as the warm spray of the water hits us.

  My muscles relax under the stream as Asher’s fingers start to massage my head. It feels so good. I let out a little moan and he curses softly.

  “Pass the shampoo,” he instructs me.

  I reach out and grab the bottle, passing it back to him. He moves, his legs suddenly coming in at either side of me before he pulls me in close and starts to wash my hair. I feel his throbbing cock at my back but he doesn’t try to bring me onto his lap. He just takes his time with my hair, asking me for the conditioner once the shampoo has been rinsed out and the water falling down my body is clear of it. Even knowing I’m pretty raw right now doesn’t stop me from feeling completely turned on by the way he’s taking care of me. When my hair is done and it’s time for soap, I pass him a bottle of coconut scented shower gel.

  “Where’s the sponge?” he asks as I lean back against him, my head against his right shoulder.

  “I don’t know. I guess you’ll have to use your fingers.”

  I watch him squirt the liquid into his palm, before he sets the bottle down and begins to rub it over my shoulders and chest. I push my breasts into his palms as he tries to skim them, forcing him to slow down. His hands squeeze lightly and I feel his cock throb against my back. He groans, struggling before giving in to the temptation to touch me a little less chastely. My nipples are hard and he tugs on them, making me gasp in a sharp breath.

  “What do you want, Eden?” he asks, his voice husky.

  “I want you to finish washing me, Asher.” I take one of his hands and move it dow
nwards. “Right here.”

  He grabs the shower gel, almost dropping it. When he gets control of himself, he uncaps it and sprays the liquid onto my belly. Then he drops the bottle and slides his hand downwards, spreading the sweet-smelling soap over my pussy. It starts off slow and gentle but his controlled stroking doesn’t last long. His fingers delve between my wet, swollen lips and he moans.

  Feeling his cock twitch against my back is a special kind of torture as he brings his fingers back to my clit and strokes just the way I like it. His other hand strokes my breast, until I push it back to move it onto his cock.

  I feel him stroke himself hard and firm while he remains gentle but persistent with me. My back arches as my climax builds and he moans as his spills over. I come under his hand, gasps lost under the rush of water. My heart is pounding wildly as he picks up the shower gel and continues washing me. I contain myself when I start to feel that same rush all over again as he finishes up and helps me to my feet. I can stand without feeling like my legs are going to give way. I probably shouldn’t do anything to screw that up now.

  He washes himself in front of me before turning off the water and wrapping a towel around me. I see the fire in his eyes and I wonder what he’s thinking as he starts to rub the towel over my back.

  “Need any help drying off?”

  The question brings my thoughts to that night we fucked in the pool. I shake my head slowly. There’s no way in hell asking him to dry me off won’t end with his cock buried deep inside of me. As good as that sounds, I don’t want to have to sleep half the day away because I’ve been fucked into a coma.

  “I think I’m good,” I tell him, stepping out of the shower and sighing in relief that my legs are working normally now. I demonstrate how fine I am with a little walk around and a twirl, when I catch a hint of concern lingering in his eyes.

  He smiles as he grabs another towel and heads out of the room. “I’ll start on lunch then. See you downstairs.”

  My stomach grumbles at the thought of food while I dry my hair and get dressed. All feels well and right with the world. I’m looking forward to a relaxing day with my men. I should have known that wouldn’t be how things would turn out.