4-Ever Theirs: Four to Score, Book 1

by Jayne Rylon

  Andi could have sworn she felt him laughing against her moist folds. Damn him.

  As she shuddered, she ground out the only four words that mattered. “Fuck me. Now. Please.”

  It was the last one that seemed to do him in.

  His eyes melted into golden pools that shocked her with their brilliance.

  At the same time, he reached to the nightstand and the box of condoms he’d set there before. She’d hardly started to catch her breath before he had a packet open and was rolling the thin rubber over his impressive length.

  Next time—if there was one—she swore she’d return the favor and blow him. It would be fun to grant him as much pleasure as he had given her.

  For now, she could only think about fusing them together. Taking him inside her body and making them one, at least for right now. Not for one instant did fear enter the equation. Sure, he was huge compared to the guys she’d been with, but he’d never harm her.

  She knew that down to her bones.

  So she spread her legs wider to make room for his hips and glanced between them to watch as he fit the fat head of his cock to the opening of her pussy. He’d guaranteed she was wet enough to take him easily. In fact, he slid across her sensitive flesh a few times before he found the optimal angle to penetrate the tight ring of muscles at her entrance.

  Nudge by nudge, he prodded her open and began to sink inside.

  Andi’s stare flew to his, which had never left her face. They locked together gaze to gaze and cock to pussy. Nothing had ever felt so right to her.

  “Perfect,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”

  He drilled deeper within her until they fused completely. When she held every inch of him, he paused as though as overwhelmed as she was.

  “Want to make it good—” He gritted his teeth and looked up at the ceiling.

  “You already have.” She put her hands on his chest and kneaded the muscles there. “Don’t hold back. Not now, Cooper. We don’t have time for that.”

  Deep lines marred his face as he realized that what she said was true. They were gone quickly, though, as he refocused on what they did have. Now. And it was glorious.

  With a worshipful streak of curses, he began to stroke, dragging his cock over the most amazing spots inside her. Every time he triggered a clench of her pussy, he fucked harder, faster, dooming them both to the inevitable end of their lovemaking.

  Through it all, though, he was gentle. Liquid and smooth. Never jarring.

  He treated her as though she was precious, and his deference touched a spot deep in her core that his body alone could never reach.

  “Coop—” she tried to warn him, but she couldn’t.

  She didn’t need to since he was right there, living the moment with her.

  “Yeah. Me too.” He kissed her hard as he pumped into her again and again. Full of him and the glow he surrounded her with, she surrendered.

  Andi shattered around him, hoping the rhythmic pulses of her body were enough to milk him dry. His primal shout, along with the slightly jerky pumps of his hips that accompanied him filling the condom with jet after jet of his come, guaranteed it was.

  When the storm of passion had blown over, neither of them moved.

  A pervasive calm stole over her. Content, she wallowed in his weight and warmth as their hammering hearts eventually returned to normal. It was no secret that Cooper was an expert-level snuggler. She often cuddled with him on the couch of their living room while watching TV.

  This was different, though.

  Cooper rolled to his back. He wrapped his arms around her and shuddered before breathing deeply with his face buried in her hair. His genuine caring and the honesty of his physical intimacy with her were evident in his hugs. What neither of them had the words to say, they showed each other with tender caresses and lingering touches.

  For a long time, they wallowed in the bliss they’d manufactured together.

  Eventually, Cooper left her—though only for a minute—when he retrieved their chocolate cake.

  As promised, he fed it to her in bed, letting her lick icing from the spoon and then from his body when she decided she was hungry enough for seconds. And thirds. And fourths.

  It was nearly dawn when they fell into a very sated sugar coma together.

  Andi was sad, though not surprised, to find his place by her side empty when she woke just before lunchtime the next day.

  Chapter Seven

  “Happy hump day, Andi.” Simon grinned as she stumbled into the kitchen with only a T-shirt on. It was one of the guys’, though she had no idea who she’d swiped it from when she’d gone fishing in the laundry basket they shared. That was Cooper’s contribution to the household and she didn’t feel guilty in the slightest about letting him take care of the chore.

  “Same to you,” she responded. For a moment, she wondered if he was commenting on her just-fucked look, the day of the week, or the fact that it was his turn today, but then she decided any of the above were funny.

  A giggle forced its way past any potential embarrassment threatening to stifle it. Maybe that had been his intention. She studied him as he flitted around their kitchen, grabbing a mug and dumping a bunch of sugar in it, just like she liked.

  A few inches shorter than Cooper, he was bulkier. All that time hanging around the jocks had influenced him some. He burned off his constant supply of energy in the gym most days and trained along with many of his patients. Strong and capable, he never failed to impress her.

  “Thanks,” she murmured as she wrapped her fingers around the steaming coffee he brought to her at the table. Haze gradually lifted from her mind as she neared the bottom of the brew. Then she looked around, fully awake for the first time and wondered, “Where is everyone?”

  “Cooper’s at a meeting with his guidance counselor, setting up his classes for next semester and shit. Reed’s meeting with a couple of investors.” He grew serious for a moment, something that didn’t sit well on his jovial shoulders. “They’re not planning on coming home today. Didn’t want to intrude. I can call them if you’d rather they didn’t stay away. Cooper especially…”

  Andi wouldn’t deny that she missed him already, but neither would she make Simon feel like he was any less important to her. She wouldn’t have agreed to this arrangement if that were the case.

  “What did he tell you about last night?” she asked. She had no idea what the rules of this new game were.

  “That it was the best of his life.” Simon smiled. “I’m happy for you, both of you. Glad that it rocked. I won’t stand in your way if you want more of that.”

  “Of course I do,” she admitted.

  His face fell for a split second before he smiled, then kissed her on the forehead. “Let me give him a call.”

  “Hey, that’s not what I meant.” She snagged Simon’s hand and drew him back. “I regret not doing this sooner. When we had more time. Is it weird for you, knowing that I slept with him last night?”

  “I wouldn’t say that.” He shrugged. “It’s a lot of pressure, though, to live up to the matching set of shit-eating grins you’re both sporting this morning.”

  It shouldn’t have made her heart race to know that she’d pleased their friend, but it did.

  “You know me. I don’t like to think too much about stuff. Overanalyze it. I leave that to Reed and Cooper.” Simon winked at her. “All this communicating is stressing me out. I like to jump right in to doing.”

  Andi had Cooper to thank for boosting her self-esteem enough to suggest, “Well, if you want to…”

  She grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to walk it up her thighs suggestively.

  “Christ. Not now.” He slapped his hands over his eyes.

  The violent reaction might have offended her if his arousal wasn’t apparent given the thin cotton of his shorts. She laughed.

  “If you do that, we’ll never leave the house. I want to spend some time with you.” He cleared his throat. “Aside from all
this sex stuff, it really is our final chance to hang. I want to say goodbye properly.”

  Just like that, he had her poised on the verge of tears.

  “Don’t you dare. If you crack, I will too.” He hoisted her from the chair and spun her so that she faced her room. “Go get ready. Wear sneakers and clothes you can move in. I want to take you to the gorges.”

  “Hiking?” She nodded and clapped. It’d been a while since they’d made time to roam around the woods together.

  “Stop bouncing until you put a bra on or no one’s going anywhere,” he teased her before snapping a damp hand towel at her and barking, “Hurry up. Some of us didn’t sleep half the day away.”

  She heard him loading the dishwasher as she took a record-breaking shower then threw on some clothes. It hadn’t really occurred to her before how they split the household tasks around here. They’d each picked up some slack, making life easier for everyone in the process. Andi would be giving up more than she had realized when she drove off on Sunday.

  Staring into the mirror, she wondered for the first time if she was doing the right thing.

  “Annnnnnnndiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,” Simon whined, obviously out of whatever tiny portion of patience he had started with. “I’m bored.”

  She swallowed hard and ran out to meet him. It was impossible not to smile when his contagious enthusiasm spread to her. They held hands as he drove them to one of their favorite parks. She kept his grip the entire time they walked along the rocky path.

  The burning in her thighs felt good, refreshing. It also gave her a sense of control over her body. Whether it was on purpose or not, her roommates knew how to make her feel strong, even when she wasn’t sure that she was.

  As they hiked, Simon told her dumb jokes, sang songs and generally kept her entertained every second. She didn’t once have time to ruminate on what she’d done the night before or debate if what she was about to do was wise. Or fair. Or crass.

  Playful and adventurous, Simon had always ensured their lives were full of impetuous fun.

  This day was no exception.

  It was impossible not to enjoy herself. And him. Especially him.

  They wound their way along canyons and stopped to admire waterfalls before he helped her cross the stream on a series of logs and rocks. Never once did she feel off balance when he clasped her hand in his, leading her through what seemed like his personal playground.

  Along the way, they stopped to investigate anything that caught their interest, and once to enjoy some of the snacks he’d stashed in his backpack on an informal picnic.

  She hadn’t realized quite how far they’d gone when they reached one of the lookout points on the trail. Standing with him at her back and his arms looped casually around her waist, she rested the crown of her head on his shoulder.

  Together they drew in the crisp mountain air.

  They might have stayed for a while before heading back down from the zenith except that a storm cloud chose right then to roll over from the opposite side of the peak.

  A booming clap of thunder was followed by an instantaneous downpour.

  Simon cursed as he tugged her into one of the shelters on the side of the path. It resembled a campus bus stop. A Plexiglas roof and walls provided an unobstructed view and a place to take a break from the wind at the summit on the metal mesh bench beneath.

  “Let me guess, you didn’t check the weather report this morning?” She grinned, sure of the answer before she’d asked.

  “Don’t expect miracles, babe. Just ’cause I’m finally going to get to sleep with you doesn’t mean I got any smarter last night.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit, Andi. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin…”

  “You didn’t.” She stopped him right there with the only thing she knew for certain would work.

  Andi went onto her tiptoes and braced her hands on his shoulders. When he looked down at her, she ambushed him, covering his mouth with hers.

  He tasted like salt and summer.

  They kissed as thunder rumbled in the distance and the rush of rain beating the leaves surrounded them. Steam rose off the rocks where the hot earth met the cool water, blending and becoming something ideal.

  She understood exactly how that felt.

  When Simon drew away, blinking down at her with slumberous eyes, she knew what to do. Listening to her instincts, she toed off her shoes, tucked her socks inside them, then quickly dispatched her shirt and pants, folding them neatly on top of her sneakers.

  Finally, she unhooked her bra then wiggled out of her panties, ensuring she’d have some dry clothes for the ride home.

  “Come on, Simon. Play in the rain with me?” She curled her finger suggestively at him as she stepped out into the downpour. Her hair was plastered to her skull in no more than a few seconds.

  The water coursing down her face, breasts and torso felt divine. Invigorating and sort of taboo, like her liaisons with her roommates. It was a sensation she could easily get obsessed with.

  Twirling around with her arms outstretched, she laughed as she caught the rain in her palms.

  Until she heard him say, “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Insane, but gorgeous.”

  And then he was there—naked as she was—kissing her, drawing her down onto the soft grass.

  Chapter Eight

  The truth of it was Andi would never have done something so outrageous if it wasn’t for Simon’s impulsive influence. He—and each of the guys—brought out a side of her that didn’t exist without them. They enhanced her experiences, and made her a more well-rounded person.

  She wondered what she gave them in return.

  Simon peered down at her, rain dripping from his nose as he paused to study her soaking features. Grinning up at him like a fool, she hoped he liked what he saw.

  He pressed her arms above her head and held her wrists in one of his broad hands. With her immobile, he began to feast on her. He started with her eyelids, kissing each, before moving on to the tip of her nose.

  Spending an inordinate amount of time on her lips and tongue, he nearly caused her to lose track of where they were. All she could feel was him and what he did to her.

  When his free hand covered her breast, the diamond-hard tip threatened to dent his palm.

  “Too cold?” he asked.

  “Not anymore.” She smiled up at him when he adjusted his position above her to blanket as much of her exposed skin as possible.

  Andi expected to see steam rising off his sculpted ass like it had those boulders a few minutes ago. She couldn’t help but ogle his ripped frame. Heat poured off him, keeping her toasty as he continued to lap rainwater from her skin.

  When the ground began to turn to mud, he said, “You don’t belong in the dirt, babe.”

  Releasing her wrists, he put his hands on her waist. Before she could ask what he meant, he’d rolled, pulling her over him with her knees straddling his narrow hips.

  Suddenly, it was her turn to investigate the wonders of his body. The entire time she allowed her fingers to tease and prod his firm muscles, roaming the landscape of his build, the rest of her picked up on the subtle shift of his pelvis that accompanied the flexing of his ass and thighs in response to her handiwork.

  Soon she was grinding against him, sliding along the length of his bare cock. Thicker than Cooper, he might have been a little shorter, but nothing she could complain about in that department.

  Damn. If he felt half as good inside her, she was likely to fly right off this mountain when she came. There was no doubt now that she would. They’d gone too far to turn back before taking each other over the edge.

  “Andi, hang on,” he grunted loud enough for her to hear over the white noise made by the rain spattering around them and the periodic base of the thunder. His hand flailed on the grass beside them, searching…

  She spotted the foil packet a few inches from his fingers and plucked it from the tangle of wildflowers it had fallen in. Ripp
ing it open with her teeth, she allowed herself to embrace her feral side, and the naturalness of the act they were about to share.

  Not one ounce of hesitation or embarrassment had room to squeeze past the joy he inspired in her heart. She couldn’t wait to share this with him. Their first time, maybe the last too…

  “Don’t go too fast,” he cautioned when she winced, mistaking the pleasurable pinch of his fat head spreading her pussy wide for the twinge in her chest.

  His hands were on her hips, supporting her and keeping her from impaling herself. Gradually, they introduced his shaft to her channel. Empty and aching, all she wanted was to be full. Of him, of life, of happiness, and pleasure.

  Though it might have been an unconventional variety, their entire day together had been foreplay of sorts. Waiting another moment to be joined completely wasn’t in either of their best interests.

  So she took charge, swatting his hands from her and leaning forward. This time her fingers latched around his wrists, turning the tables. Though he could have broken her hold, he didn’t, humoring her.

  The twitch of his cock within her insisted that he didn’t mind much.

  “I love seeing you like this.” He groaned her name into the wind. “Fierce and sure. Take me, Andi. Take whatever the hell you want.”

  Something wild came over her then, allowing her to do exactly as he had given her permission to do. She pushed back, embedding him deeper within her on every rock of her hips. It thrilled her that he rose up from below to help, to meet her halfway and make her desires a reality.

  She shook her head from side to side, relishing the stings imparted by the wet clumps of her hair, which whipped her shoulders.

  Andi felt like some tempest goddess called down from the heavens to thrill this mortal man.

  Her laughter might have frightened someone else. Simon seemed awed by her transformation from bookworm to deity. He urged her to fuck him harder.

  So she did.

  When finally she held all of him within her, they called out simultaneously.

  Her clit rubbed against the muscles at the base of his shaft, making her eyes nearly cross. Her pussy clamped on him, hugging him solidly. The motion of her fucking switched from bobbing over him to some kind of figure-eight grind.