The Bad Boys of Eden

by Avery Aster

  “You won’t seduce the pants off me—” I begin.

  Ryder whisks me up into his arms, then into the air. My sundress skirt flies up as he positions me with my legs around his neck.

  I squeal. I’m aware of how close my pussy is to his mouth. Then he draws me in closer, so I can feel his hot breath through my panties.

  Supporting my ass with one hand, he pulls my undies aside. His mouth does amazing things to my clit, my pussy. He knows how to make me climax, and he starts licking my pussy as he always used to. With slow, light caresses of his tongue over my clit. Making me tremble. Making me get hot. Making me hurt with need.

  His tongue rasps over me. He presses harder, gets my clit ready to ignite, then his tongue plays with my pussy lips and slides up inside me. The warm pressure strikes a magical spot inside me.

  “Oh. Oh. Oooooooh,” I moan.

  Should I be doing this? But this is what I’m supposed to do: discover whether I love Ryder or Xavier.

  Xavier was amazing in my kitchen.

  Ryder is incredible right now.

  Ryder’s hands grip my ass and he pushes me into his face like he’s trying to devour me. I want it hard. I need it intense. Right now.

  I grip his head, grinding against his mouth.

  “God, oh God, oh yes!” Then a wail comes out of me, just as my whole body seems to take flight and pure pleasure washes through me.

  Pleasure that keeps coming.

  I almost fall off Ryder, it’s so intense.

  He grips me and holds me tight. Holds me and keeps me safe while I come.

  I see rainbows. Starbursts. Comets. I erupt on him, climaxing like never before.

  I sob and squeal and yell his name.

  It lasts forever.

  Then Ryder puts me down gently. I almost fall over, so he holds me to him. Ryder has always been amazing sexually, but I’ve never felt anything like this—

  Then I get it. “Bermuda Triangle orgasms.”

  Ryder frowns. “Tessa, I gave you the orgasm. Not the triangle.”

  I get up on tiptoes and kiss him. I realize he’s right. When we stop kissing, I say, “The magic came from you.”

  I say it breathlessly. It’s a big epiphany for me. He is magical to me. He always has been.

  God, if a guy is magical and he’s a good, rock-solid, hot guy, shouldn’t that be enough?

  I’m just not sure if I can go back, knowing Ryder will be haunting and hurting and I’ll never be able to do anything for him.

  “I struck a deal with Malone,” he says. “He gets you this afternoon and it’s my turn tonight.” Then he grins. “Making you come right now was cheating. But I’m not going to play fair to get you, angel. I love you.”

  * * *

  “I need to put my bathing suit on,” I say to Xavier, when he arrives at my room.

  Xavier’s slow, hot smile unfurls. “No problem.”

  Ryder has dimples, and his boyish grins melt your heart, even as you know he’s thinking very wicked things.

  Xavier’s smiles are cooler, reflecting the tough businessman he has proven to be. He doesn’t smile easily, but when he does, curving his wide, attractive mouth, it’s magnetic. You can’t look away.

  “You get changed and I’ll meet you downstairs. There are a few things I need to arrange.” Xavier’s voice is deep, husky. Without waiting to see if I agree, he leaves my room. Xavier does that, just like Ryder does. Takes charge.

  When they were teenagers, Xavier was quieter and more distant than Ryder, and I always felt he was more dangerous.

  Xavier’s mom was a biker chick, and he lived with her in a ramshackle bungalow on the outskirts of town. One of her boyfriends operated a MMA fight club, which got Xavier into the competitive world after he’d trained with Mr. Kendo. Then Xavier brought Ryder to the club, and they got onto the fight circuit.

  When Xavier was seventeen, one of his mother’s drunken, stoner boyfriends tried to beat him up. It was at one of the high school parties that used to be held in a field.

  Ryder stepped in and got cut with a knife, trying to help out Xavier. I saw how Xavier attacked the guy to defend Ryder. He went wild. When it looked like Xavier was going to kill the guy, five students had to hold him back. The boyfriend took off and never returned.

  It made me understand the deep bond of Ryder and Xavier’s friendship.

  Their friends-to-rivals story fascinated fans on the fight circuit. Female fans would pick their favorite to cheer for. Either Ryder, with his blond, boy-next-door charm, or Xavier with his dark, mysterious aura.

  I have no idea how those women could choose.

  When I was young, I liked both guys, thought they were both gorgeous, but I fell hard in love with Ryder.

  Now I don’t know exactly what I feel.

  I do know I don’t want to destroy their friendship. But I can’t see how else this is going to end.

  Frowning about that, I change into my new black bikini and throw on my wrap. Then I erase the frown, and go meet Xavier downstairs. Hand-in-hand, we walk again through the lush gardens. I’m aware of how strong and scarred his hands are from fighting. Xavier lifts me down a rocky part of the trail, his hands on my waist, and I’m gasping at the contact of being held.

  Xavier dated a lot, but his relationships never lasted more than two or three months.

  Was that actually because of me?

  Eden is protected by a reef, so here the water rolls in gently in turquoise waves tipped with white foam. Xavier leads me to the water’s edge and we walk along the white sand beach. I’m surprised to discover we’re alone. There are other guests after all.

  The sun on the water is dazzling, and I shade my eyes to look to the horizon, even with sunglasses on. We round a rocky outcrop of the island. There, set on the sand at the edge of the water, is a small bistro table and two chairs. The waves murmur up, lapping around the legs.

  “This is what you arranged?”

  He draws out one of the chairs for me. “A private beach for us. Do you like it?”

  “Oh yes.”

  For all Xavier grew up in a rough situation, with a mother who had problems with drugs, alcohol and criminal guys, he’s become very cultured. He has an apartment in Manhattan and is often seen at the theatre or art galleries. He’s also always been protective and gentlemanly with women.

  From the foliage near the shore, a waiter appears to take our cocktail orders.

  I laugh. “Is there a bar in the foliage too?”

  “We have a mobile bar that can be set up anywhere on the island. Mr. Malone requested its exclusive use today.” The waiter hands me a long embossed leather book—the extensive drink menu.

  “You can have anything and everything you want,” Xavier says. “That’s the beauty of Eden.”

  “You aren’t going to stick this on Ryder’s tab, are you?” I ask. I think of their rivalry, played up by fight promoters to draw in crowds. If they were really both in love with me, how much of it was actually real?

  I still can’t believe that.

  “I wouldn’t do that. Not to my friend. I want to steal you from him honorably.”

  “Xavier, I don’t think you can steal someone honorably.”

  Instead of the usual resort drinks, I choose something called the Eden Orchid. My drink proves to be stunning. In a tall glass, it is a psychedelic swirl of purple, pink, and blue, topped with fruit and a perfect white orchid. I expect it will be sweet, but when I take a sip through the straw, it’s an amazing blend of sweet and tart, rich and fresh flavors.

  The warm water rushes around my bare feet. The ocean is dark and mysterious beyond the reef, but light and turquoise on the inside. “I could live here forever.” I sigh.

  “That’s possible. Not on Eden, but somewhere like it. I’d be happy to buy you your own island.”

  And he could.

  “Jakey needs to go to school.”

  “Tutors could be brought to the island.”

  “He needs playmates.�
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  “Brothers and sisters would be great playmates,” Xavier says. There’s a wistful note to his voice. He’s drinking a beer. Moisture runs down the glass onto his long fingers.

  He’s thinking of a family. I realize how serious he and Ryder are about this. “Boys his age,” I say quickly. “Friends. So, no, I can’t really live on a luxurious deserted island.”

  I sip my straw and quickly get the sucking noise that means my drink is finished. At once, a second one is delivered.

  The first one has left me relaxed and slightly buzzed. It tasted so good I can’t resist a second. When I’m finished it, I announce, “Think I’ll walk in the water.” It sounds more like, “Shtalk in the sauter.”

  As I pass Xavier’s chair I stumble in the sand. Xavier catches me and deposits me on his lap.

  I suppose going out into the water is not such a good idea when you’re loaded. “Those two drinks were pretty potent.”

  “In a good way,” he says.

  I’m sitting on Xavier’s lap, my bottom balanced on his rock-hard thighs. I’ve never seen Xavier dressed this way. He’s wearing cotton shorts, sandals, a loose Hawaiian shirt in a blend of colors that sets off his dark hair, dark blue eyes, and slight tan. He used to wear leather or jeans all the time. “You need to cut me off.”

  “I intend to look after you.” His voice is deep, smooth, sensual, and it resonates with determination. His dark eyes hold mine. “I’d like to do that. I’d like to lay the world at your feet.”

  I know he can do that. I’m remembering Jakey’s birthday party, followed by sex with Xavier in my kitchen. “So I’m supposed to test drive you.”

  “Accelerate me. Corner me. Take me around the pylons and put me through my paces. Decide which man you want to spend your life with.”

  “What if it is neither of you?” I tease.

  “I hope it does prove to be me,” he says huskily “Can I kiss you?”

  I know Xavier is ruthless in business. The way he is tender and polite to me makes me breathless. What would it be like to be married to Xavier? I picture being on our own island, with an exotic open-air beach house and kids of our own so Jakey would have brothers and sisters…

  Xavier’s mouth moves over mine, a caress of his lips that’s hotter than fire. His tongue plays with mine. He kisses in a controlled way. His kisses make me melt but they’re different than Ryder’s passionate, wild kisses.

  He lifts me and carries me to the water. My wrap falls off and Xavier sets me down at the edge of the breaking surf. Then he rolls over, so his back is in the wet sand and he pulls me on top of him.

  The waves wash over us, warm, and soft as silk while our mouths duel.

  His cotton shorts are soaked and I reach down and unfasten them. He arches up so I can shove them down. His wet shirt clings to his muscular body. I can see the dark tattoo of a stylized panther on his left side, claws bared, tail coiling around his body, just above his lean hip.

  I slip my bikini bottoms down and realize Xavier has rolled a condom over his thick, rigid cock. Kissing me, he moves me and I hold his cock up so I can sink down on it.

  Soon I have him inside me to the hilt. We’re joined as intimately as we can be. I sit up and brace my hand on his chest, on his wet shirt. I ride him with wild and fast thrusts at first. Then I milk him, sensually moving my hips. I want to please him. Thrill him.

  Xavier holds my hips, guiding me, and he moves me so—oh God—each thrust teases my clit.

  After my first orgasm (with Ryder), I’m still sensitive and Xavier directs my hips in just the right way—

  The climax ravages me. My hands slap down on Xavier’s chest.

  “Ride me, Tessa,” he urges. “Ride it out on me. Hard.”

  I’m thrashing on him, jerking back and forth, out of control. Then it ebbs so I can regain control and I ride him just the same way until I explode a second time.

  Xavier hangs onto his orgasm.

  “I want to make you lose control.” I push damp hair off my face. “I want to do anything you want.”

  “This is what I want.”

  Even though he’s flat on the ground with me on top, he lifts me up and moves me so I end up on all fours, with my ass facing him. I love anal sex, but I’m too shy to ask for it. Ryder knew I wanted it, and our sex sessions usually went with him making me come a few times with his cock in my pussy, then getting on me from behind and fucking my ass until we both burst into oblivion together.

  I quiver as Xavier runs his hand down my back. He caresses the globes of my ass. I feel tingly and aware and hot everywhere. Water splashes around me.

  God, I want this. And when I feel Xavier’s cock wedge between my cheeks, I moan. “Yes. Please.”

  The head pushes against my entrance. “You’re so tight,” he groans. “So perfect.”

  Being perfect excites me and I press back against him. Tension builds because he’s not inside me yet, but I know the head of his cock will pop in at any second.

  Then it happens. He’s inside me, just a little, and he’s huge.

  “Sorry, love,” he murmurs. He withdraws, as if he knew it was just too much.

  I take deep breaths. His fingers play with my clit and the waves of pleasure relax me.

  “I’m ready to try again,” I moan.

  He works gently, pressing inside, then moving slowly, gliding his long, thick cock inside my derriere a little at a time.

  It’s so good. Soooo good. I love being filled by him. He’s so hard and hot.

  I’m so on the edge that he thrusts twice and my body explodes in pleasure. Fighting to control myself while I come, I keep working back against him. But then I can’t, I just have to surrender.

  “Tessa.” My name comes out on a strangled groan. His hips slam against my butt. His cock seems to grow huge inside me.

  He’s coming. I love sharing this moment with him, the moment he’s in ecstasy.

  He rocks against me for a long time and when he finishes, he almost collapses on me. He kisses my back. Then he withdraws and helps me to my feet.

  Xavier staggers as we straighten up. “I’m having a hard time standing. You’ve drained all my strength, gorgeous.”

  He kisses me. Cups my face and presses his lips to mine. “I love you,” he says, just before our lips touch.

  I’m almost delirious with pleasure. I want to tell him I love him—

  I just don’t know.

  But Xavier doesn’t seem to mind. He helps me back into my bikini and wrap. When he pulls his shorts on, his wet body soaks them through. But the island is warm and we walk together back to my building.

  “I hope I was good,” he says.

  I know Xavier is never hesitant in the business world. With me, he’s polite and he won’t push me.

  “You were amazing, Xavier.”

  “In the last few months, I realized what a mistake I made not fighting for you years ago, Tessa. You’re the woman I want to be with.”

  “Thank you. I—” I take a deep breath. “I could so easily fall in love with you. But I have memories with Ryder. I had no idea memories were such powerful things.”

  “Yeah,” he says. “The stuff you remember can make you happy or it can eat you alive.”

  I stop on the path. Those quietly spoken words came right from Xavier’s heart. “There is something in Ryder’s past that literally tortures him. Do you know what it is?”

  Xavier doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t meet my gaze.

  “You are his best friend. You guys grew up together. You do know what it is.” I grab his arm, looking into his grizzled, handsome face.

  “He never told you about it?” he asks slowly.

  “He refuses to tell me. Please, Xavier, I need to know.”

  I know he is thinking it over and I look pleadingly into his eyes. But he shakes his head. “I can’t, Tessa. I have to let him tell you. It’s not my secret to share.” He lets out a long breath. “You care about him a lot.”

  “I was
crazy in love with him.”

  “What about now?”

  “The truth is, I don’t know.”

  * * *

  I shower, then have dinner with Xavier. After dinner, we go out by the pool for a drink. When he puts another Eden Orchid in my hand, I frown. “I should go to my room and meet Ryder.”

  “One drink, then I’ll let you go.”

  His fingers stroke my bare arm, making my skin tingle.

  We spent dinner talking about the past. Though I had a hidden agenda. Something happened in Ryder’s past and Xavier knows what it was. It must have happened before I moved next door to Ryder. So I talked about their lives together before then, seeking some clue.

  Maybe Xavier guessed what I was up to, because he was careful and revealed nothing. Except there was one moment when he talked about a summer when he was thirteen and Ryder was twelve. He was telling me how he and Ryder used to ride their bikes around the woods near their houses, when he stopped abruptly.

  When I asked what happened, he just said, “We had a fight. That’s all.”

  But I don’t believe him.

  “Oh! My! God!” gasps a woman behind us.

  I turn around. Ryder has arrived, of course, and several women are hauling out their phones to snap his picture. He’s wearing faded jeans and a white shirt that showcases his broad chest. He walks over to my side.

  “My turn.” It is all he says, but it sounds dangerous. Those two words vibrate through my body.

  Xavier shakes his head. “You had last night with her. I want a whole day with Tessa.”

  “We alternate,” Ryder growls.

  “You had her to yourself for years,” Xavier says.

  “Don’t do this, man,” Ryder says. “Don’t make me hit you. Even here, I will hurt you.”

  Xavier’s slow smile lifts his lips. “You won’t.”

  “I’m willing—”

  “Yeah, I know you’re willing to start beating on me in here. But you won’t beat me. Truth is, I can take you. You’ll be the one knocked out on the pool deck, King.”

  Great, now they’re starting trash talk.

  “You guys are not going to fight here,” I protest.

  I can just picture the scene. Punches. Kicks. Amazing gymnastic manoeuvers. Followed by people screaming, drinks flying. Chairs getting smashed. Tables breaking. “No,” I say firmly. I look at Xavier, captured for a moment by his dark, dark eyes. “You have to follow the rules, Xavier. Even you.”