The Bad Boys of Eden

by Avery Aster

  “I don’t share. This has been an exception,” Ryder says bluntly. His hand tightens and I realize he’s carrying a beer bottle. Normally he never drinks before a fight. Not even a mouthful. Ryder never does anything in half-ass measures.

  But now he drains his beer. “Now, you have to choose Tessa.”

  My heart tugs toward Ryder. He’s Jakey’s father, I love him—every inch of him. Then I think of walking away from Xavier, who has been so good to me for months, who was always my friend.

  Maybe I want Xavier…

  But I can’t say goodbye to Ryder.

  “I can’t choose,” I say softly. “Does that mean you are going to walk away from me for good, Ryder?”

  He hesitates. Puts the bottle down. “Hell, I can’t. I love you too much. I’ll share you with Xavier, if that’s what you want. I’d rather have a little piece of your heart than nothing at all.”

  Chapter Six

  Both of Them

  I totally need sometime alone before I agree to their proposition.

  I walk away. Ryder and Xavier let me. Hugging myself, I follow the path to the water. The sun is setting, and golden light sparkles between the foliage. I feel like I’m walking through a mystical doorway.

  After all, none of this feels like it can be real. If I say yes, I will have a threesome with handsome Ryder King, the man I once loved with all my heart, and Xavier Malone, the hottest, sexiest ex-fighter ever.

  God, I don’t know why I’m hesitating.

  But I’ve never done anything like this before.

  And they are so competitive. How can they be willing to share?

  There is definitely something weird about this island. In the restaurant on the first night, Ryder and Xavier almost punched each other out. If Eden has made them willing to work together to pleasure me, the island really is magic.

  I emerge at the beach where I had drinks with Xavier. Once again, the view steals my breath away. There’s the stretch of lagoon, then the coral reef, bathed in gold, and the water looks like molten gilt.

  I turn to walk along the shore, then I stop in surprise. I’m not alone here on this stretch of beach. A young man stands many yards away, palm fronds framing him. He leans on a cane. He wears Bermuda shorts and a loose white shirt that flutters in the breeze. A bell-shaped hat, called a Bermuda hat, sits upon streaked blond hair styled in dreadlocks.

  I recognize him from the spa. He’s looking out over the water and strolls to me.

  “Hi.” He falls into step with me. “Mind if I join you?”

  Do I? I’m supposed to be making a decision: will I make love with two hot men at once. But I don’t want to be rude. “No, I don’t mind.”

  “I’m Rex.” He reaches out and shakes my hand, dazzling me with his smile. “You’re Tessa. You were at the spa today. Are you enjoying your stay on Eden?”

  “It’s complicated,” I say. Then add quickly, “But Eden is beautiful.”

  He’s quiet for a minute, then he asks, “Is your complication Ryder King and Xavier Malone?”

  I stare at Rex in shock. “How do you know?”

  “Everyone’s noticed how both men look at you.”

  I blush. Great. Now all the guests on Eden are interested in my love triangle. To change the topic of conversation, I ask, “Have you worked at the spa long?”

  “No.” His answer is curt. “It’s a temporary gig.”

  I draw back, surprised. After all, he asked me a hugely personal question.

  “I apologize, Tessa. I’m damned sick of pampering other people. I’d like to come to Eden as a guest, not the hired help.”

  “I’m a waitress. I get that.” I look out over the water. “I can’t believe I’m in the Bermuda Triangle. This is so amazing. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to see the actual, famous Devil’s Triangle.”

  Rex grins. “That’s not what most people like about Eden.”

  With the decision I have to make about Ryder and Xavier, the mysteries of the triangle should be the last thing on my mind. But it was the yearning to understand the planet’s amazing natural phenomena that got me into geology in college. I want to be doing that again, instead of waitressing. If I could give up my need to be independent, I could. But I can’t explain all this to a guy I barely know. “I’m fascinated by exploring things like the triangle.”

  “Eden has a lot to explore.”

  I blush again, but Rex surprises me by adding, “Wrecks. Sunken ships.”

  “Are you a diver?”

  He hesitates. Then says, “I just work in the spa.”

  “I wish I knew how to dive,” I say. “I would love to explore the Bimini Road—the underwater rock formation near Bimini Island. It’s said to be naturally occurring, but the rocks are so even they look like an underwater road made by human hands. There must be dozens of wrecked ships out there.”

  But I’m not the risk-taking type.

  “Yeah, there are treasures out there, waiting to be discovered. Treasure that could change a man’s—”

  “Rex, you’re needed at the spa.”

  The deep voice behind us makes me spin around in surprise.

  It’s Caine, the Eden employee who was at the spa today. The man interested in Jenna, the beautiful woman with the long black hair I saw talking to Xavier by the pool.

  Caine and Rex exchange a look—I feel Caine was issuing some kind of warning. I also notice a faint resemblance between the two men.

  Rex shrugs. “Just making conversation. But if duty calls, I have no choice but to answer. Have a good night, Tessa.”

  Using his cane, Rex walks up the path toward the castle, limping slightly.

  “I hope Rex wasn’t intruding on your private time?” Caine asks.

  “Oh, no. I’ve always been fascinated by Bermuda Triangle mysteries. Anyone else would think I’m a total geek, but Rex was talking about wrecks in the area.”

  Caine looks startled. “There are a lot of legends. Many have been proven to have been exaggerated stories.”

  “The fun is in believing they aren’t exaggerated,” I say.

  “I hope Eden is everything you dreamed, Ms. Tate.”

  I have to giggle. I never dreamed I would have Xavier and Ryder fighting over me. “I came to Eden hoping for more than a tropical getaway.” I see that now. “I was looking for answers. Instead, I’ve gotten way more questions than I bargained for.”

  “What kind of questions?” Caine asks, gently. He has the most gorgeous deep voice. It’s just like magic.

  “I was married to Ryder King, but we separated. We just—we just couldn’t live together. I needed a deeper level of trust than Ryder could give me.” Suddenly I find I’m unburdening myself completely on Caine, the poor guy. There’s something about him that makes me want to talk to him. “Ryder keeps things close and buried inside him. He doesn’t reveal much.”

  “He looks like a tough guy.”

  “He’s a fighter and he is definitely tough. But there are some things you shouldn’t try to bear alone. Not when you don’t have to.”

  “We all have secrets. Things we don’t want to admit to other people, especially those we love.”

  “Those are the people you can tell. They would accept you.”

  “Not always,” Caine says softly.

  “They should. That’s what love is about.” I sigh. I need to talk this out and I find myself saying, “I’ve known Xavier Malone since we were teenagers. He and I have been seeing each other, but I’m just not ready for another commitment. This time, I’m the one who is wary. I’m afraid to open my heart and trust.”

  “I have to admit, I can’t see why any woman would turn down a billionaire like Xavier Malone.”

  I shake my head. “It’s not what a guy has that matters. A woman cares about what kind of man he is and what’s in his heart. I really want a man who loves me enough to trust me.” Then I blush. “I’m sorry. You really didn’t want to hear all that.”

  “No problem,” Caine says. His f
riendly smile warms me. I don’t feel quite so embarrassed about spilling my guts.

  “I’d better go back up to the castle,” I say. “I have two guys waiting for my decision.”

  * * *

  I discover both men are waiting for me in the lobby of my building. “Okay,” I say. “Come up to my bedroom.”

  A guest joins us in the elevator, so the three of us stay quiet. But once we’re in my room, I shut the door, swallow hard and say, “Yes. I want to do this.”

  “Perfect.” Xavier comes over to the door. He reaches for me and pulls me into his arms, then his hands go under my ass and he lifts me easily. I hold his shoulders but I have to let go as he lifts me until my legs settle on his shoulders. My sundress skirt hikes up. Now he is basically eye-to-panties with me.

  He nuzzles my pussy through my panties.

  He stops long enough to glance at me—I have my arms wrapped around his head. He gives me that luscious, slow smile. “I’m going to prove I can love you better than Ryder.”

  Then he gently brushes his teeth over my pussy lips. I moan, feeling it through the silky fabric of my undies.

  He starts suckling on my pussy lips. We’re soaking my panties from both directions—by his saliva and my juices, which are flowing fast. I’m hot with arousal and anticipation.

  My body knows how good each man is in bed.

  What about two of them at once?

  I start to get an idea when I feel my panties get tugged down at the back. It’s Ryder. He slips his hand into them. His long index finger strokes the tight entrance to my ass. With his other hand, he reaches up and pinches my left nipple. My nipple gets hard at once. And my ass tingles in anticipation of penetration.

  Xavier sucks my clit through my panties and Ryder works his finger gently up my ass. All this while I am held in mid-air, supported by the two men. Xavier’s big hands on my butt are holding my cheeks slightly apart, which lets Ryder slide his finger deep inside.

  Oh God.

  My head arches back. I’m panting and moaning. Desperately.

  Being shared is incredible. Emotions and excitement are bursting in me. I’m nervous. I feel shy. And I’m aching with love for Ryder and Xavier—

  Xavier draws back, still holding me up. “Stop,” he commands Ryder. “She’s going to come.”

  “Yeah, and Tessa can come again and again.” Ryder’s finger thrusts slowly in and out of my sensitive, tingling ass. “I love making her come so much she’s weak with pleasure. Then I feel I’ve really done my job and fucked her brains out.”

  His words make me shiver, which makes his finger in my butt tease me more. I want more. I want to come.

  “I intend to draw out her orgasm, make her wait for her first one until she’s so on the edge, that it’s like a world-shattering explosion,” Xavier says.

  “Yeah? I want to make her come now,” Ryder responds, huskily.

  “Shows you know nothing about pleasuring Tessa. It’s not quantity, man. It’s quality that counts.”

  I can’t believe it. They’re fighting over my orgasm.

  “What do you want, angel?” Ryder rasps behind me. I’m the one being overwhelmed with sexual sensation—my clit is so sensitive that even a whisper of Xavier’s breath or a light tug of my undies stimulates it and brings me almost to the brink.

  Then Ryder slides a second finger in my ass, stretching me erotically. He thrusts his two fingers and I can’t hold on. The climax explodes inside me, rushing through me.

  My keening wail echoes through the room. Xavier tightens his grip to support me.

  The waves of pleasure go on and on. Maybe I’m going to come forever. Maybe that’s the amazing thing about being with two guys—you never stop coming.

  Oh God. God. God.

  But the orgasm starts to fade. My heart starts to slow. My muscles stop going crazy. My pussy pulses and throbs, but lightly now.

  I gaze into Xavier’s dark eyes—they’re such a deep indigo they almost look black, framed with velvety black lashes. “I couldn’t help it,” I whisper. “Once the climax started, I was powerless to stop it.”

  “Not your fault, Tessa.” He glares at Ryder, who gently slides his fingers out of me. “Not playing fair, Ryder.”

  I twist just in time to see Ryder’s insolent, sexy grin. “You think I’m going to play fair about making love to Tessa?”

  Ryder bends slightly and gently bites my butt. My pussy clenches again at the sight of his teeth lightly sinking into the plump curve of my ass cheek. He grazes his teeth over my skin, making me tremble. I hold onto to Xavier tightly.

  I took a shower before changing into my new, soft pink sundress. My skin was clean and smelled of the jasmine-scented soap. It was slightly damp from the shower, now it’s damp from all the arousal rushing through me. But I’m glad to be clean with Ryder’s tongue sliding over the curve of my cheek—

  He parts my cheeks and his tongue slides down the valley between them. Then touches my anus, circling it.

  My startled cry of pleasure must almost deafen Xavier. Even he stares over my shoulder, looking surprised at what Ryder is doing.

  His tongue dabs into my anus. It’s so erotic, so forbidden, and the warm wetness of his tongue feels so good. A rush of juice floods out of me. I blush, knowing Xavier must be aware of how soaked I am—my undies are drenched and I can smell my own creamy juices.

  Xavier moves me, drawing my pussy closer to his mouth. His tongue slicks over my wet panties, stroking my pussy lips, teasing my clit, while Ryder does wicked things to my ass with his tongue.

  Tension winds up in me and I’m ready to burst again—

  Ryder’s hands cup my ass, near Xavier’s hand. Xavier suddenly moves his right hand and he roughly tears my panties to one side, baring my pussy. I breathe in my ripe scent and gasp as Xavier’s lips touch my bare clit. He sucks me.

  Hard.

  So hard I clench my fists. And shout his name. Then Ryder’s name, as Ryder’s tongue goes deep inside me.

  “Oh! Oh! I’m coming again!”

  I jerk against Xavier. As my climax unleashes and I’m thrashing and sobbing with it, Ryder withdraws his tongue and he lifts me, taking me away from Xavier. Ryder was always wild sexually. Daring. Ready to try anything, especially to please me. That’s all he ever did when we made love—if I wanted it, if it was going to make me come, that’s what he wanted.

  I kiss Ryder. If he did something so intimate to me, I can do it to him. He starts to carry me away.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Xavier demands.

  “Somewhere to make Tessa comfortable for our threesome.”

  * * *

  Ryder carries me all the way to the private room in Eden’s dungeon. People stare of course—they recognize Ryder and they must wonder why he’s carrying a woman away. I know I’m blushing. At least my skirt is covering me, but I wonder if everyone can tell I’ve just had amazing orgasms.

  As we enter the room, Ryder gazes in my eyes. “This is what I want to do,” he says. “For the rest of our lives.”

  “Carry me? Or take me to a dungeon?”

  “Be there for you. Take care of you.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want to be ‘taken care of.’ I don’t need to be carried.”

  “You don’t need it, but admit there are times you like it.”

  There is such hoarse need in his voice I give him the truth. “Yes, I like it.”

  Ryder sets me down on the threshold of the room. He opens a bottle of wine and gives me a glass. He pours a small glass of whiskey himself, then hands the bottle to Xavier, who drinks slightly more.

  “You shouldn’t be drinking. You never drink before a fight.”

  “Things have changed,” Ryder says, draining the glass. He looks around the room. “I reserved it for the two of us,” Ryder says. “I wasn’t expecting three.”

  I sip my wine—white, crisp, amazing. “Your fight is tomorrow night—Saturday night.”

  “Yeah.”
Ryder comes to me, brushes my hair aside and cups my neck to draw me against his body. Against his large, obvious erection. Both men have erections bulging in their trousers. I’ve come twice and they must be in pain.

  “I know Ryder never stopped having sex before a fight, but aren’t you guys supposed to be sex-starved so you’re more aggressive?”

  “That’s an unproven myth,” Xavier says. “It’s been shown that sex increases testosterone. It’s good to have sex before competition.” He grins cockily at Ryder. “Tonight we’re having both sex and competition.”

  That must make it a double-dose of testosterone. The fight tomorrow night should be stunning.

  Ryder walks to the middle of the room. “Come here,” he says, his voice low but commanding. His eyes glow with desire for me.

  “Take off your dress,” he says.

  Both men have seen me naked, but at first I hesitate.

  “Nothing to worry about,” Ryder says gently. “We both know how beautiful you are.”

  “If you aren’t comfortable, you don’t have to,” Xavier breaks in. He’s fighting with Ryder by defending me.

  I can do this—I can make love to them together. Maybe this will help me see the light and make a decision—

  Who am I kidding? This is the hottest, most erotic thing ever. But I’m nervous as I slowly draw up my dress. Not to build anticipation, but because it’s got a tight bodice and it takes a while to wriggle it upward. I lift it off over my head.

  I let my dress fall. Then my panties.

  “If this is too intense, Tessa,” Xavier says, “Just say the word—”

  “You don’t know her, Malone.” Ryder leads me to the center of the room. He reaches up—and I realize there are cuffs hanging from the ceiling. I lift my arms obediently. I can only reach the cuffs because I am perched on heels. My legs look shapely and sexy this way, my ass looks round and curvaceous. I’m completely naked except for my pale pink shoes.