4-Ever Theirs: Four to Score, Book 1

by Jayne Rylon

  It would be fodder for her masturbation sessions for years to come, she was sure.

  Then he was there, pressing into her, filling her with warmth and firmness. Giving her something to hold within her and keeping her undulating muscles busy with something to work. Andi sucked Simon harder, loving the feel of one of them at each end of her. She felt stuffed with life and love and pleasure.

  And cock.

  Andi laughed to herself at that, nearly choking on Simon in the process.

  “What the hell is so funny?” he wondered.

  “Tell you later,” she said, then got back to work.

  Reed growled before raking his teeth down the nape of her neck. “I think I should give you something to get serious about.”

  She shuddered, a pulse of bliss wringing her and causing her to clench on Cooper.

  “Fuck yes, Reed. She wants it,” he said.

  “I know she does.” He began to massage her ass, working inward until his fingers danced over her hole. “Distract her while I do this right.”

  The next several minutes passed in a blur as Cooper fucked her with artful glides that left her oblivious to any prickles of pain Reed caused as he worked her open with a finger, then two or three. Simon had to take a break, so she switched to suckling his balls. She loved watching his toes curl when she traced the center seam of his sac with the tip of her tongue.

  When, finally, Cooper sank deep into her and held still, Reed was right there to take her higher.

  He fit his lubed cock to her ass and sank in bit by bit, making her cry out around Simon.

  It burned at first. She wasn’t going to lie about that. Still buried to the root, Cooper relaxed her with gentle nuzzles and soft strings of nonsense whispered into her ear.

  As her body adjusted to Reed’s girth, the stinging began to morph from pain into something distinctly not pain. It was an extreme sensation, one that heightened the rest of the intersections of her guys’ skin with hers. She felt every place they touched acutely.

  Even her tongue on Simon’s shaft seemed more alive.

  Andi felt as though she had superhuman powers. Doubly so when she saw, and heard, the impact she had on these three spectacular men.

  They rode her together, working collectively or in counterpoint but never at random. Everything they did to her was deliberate and well-orchestrated by Reed. She saw how each of their personalities entwined to create the perfect lover for her.

  That thought alone was enough to have her hovering on the verge of what promised to be the greatest orgasm of all time.

  Reed, so in tune with her and her body, put the others on alert. The instant she was ready, they were right there with her. “We’re going over together. Now.”

  Cooper ground against her, increasing the friction across her clit. She couldn’t have stopped herself even if she’d wanted to. The first hot wash of Reed’s come in her ass made her peak with him. And the clamping of her pussy around Cooper did the same for him. Simon squeezed her fingers and tried to withdraw from between her lips.

  She refused to let him escape her throat.

  Instead, she hummed at the first splash of his seed on her tongue then began to swallow every drop that pulsed from his cock. If she could only do this once, she didn’t want to waste a damn thing. Bruising fingers gripped her hips and shoulders as her roommates clung to her like a life raft in a turbulent ocean.

  When they could do more than simply endure the blasts of gale-force passion they’d whipped up together, Simon was the first to break the quiet.

  “That looked…amazing,” he sighed, his voice full of wonderment.

  Andi pressed a kiss beside his half-hard cock and masterminded a devious plan on the fly.

  “Why don’t you let me suck you until you’re ready again? We’ll swap positions. No reason you should miss out on the good stuff.” She grinned up at Simon, who blinked then nodded furiously.

  “You’re sure?” Reed hesitated. The other guys waited for her to confirm.

  “If you try to stop me, I’ll knee you in the balls.” Andi grinned as he reflexively covered his junk.

  “Give the lady what she wants,” he instructed. And they did.

  They tried it again, and again, just to be sure every possible combination was equally as marvelous, until she believed she might know how it felt to be an amusement park ride—spun around and ridden endlessly. She loved every moment.

  At some point, she lost track of what went where and who was doing those magical things to her each part of her body. The three guys melded into one. Where she went and whoever they were with after this didn’t matter. She would be forever theirs.

  Her mind detached from her physical being, ensuring all she could do was feel and react accordingly.

  Utter decadence.

  The guys didn’t seem to have any complaints either.

  A long, long while later they lay wrecked, finally spent.

  Andi snuggled among them, replete and drifting for some undetermined amount of time. She figured it was the utter relaxation of her body and the endorphins flooding her brain that made her speak her errant thoughts out loud. “What if there’s a way to make this work long distance?”

  It was as if she went from being nestled in a pile of puppies to lying among tombstones for how stiff the guys went. Reed especially. A mask dropped over his face, cutting her off from every genuine feeling he’d exposed previously.

  “We’ve already brainstormed every possible solution,” he explained. “It won’t work.”

  “Why not?” She swallowed. “I mean, I know I’ll be four hours away, but we could visit on weekends and holidays. The time in between would suck…”

  Shaking her head, she stopped her wishful thinking. “It’s not fair to you guys to ask you to give up a real relationship for me. I’m sorry.”

  Cooper surprised her by taking her hand. “Think about what you’re saying. You’d be alone most of the time. Waiting around for one of us to show up. And how would you…pick? Or maybe you know which of us you’d prefer to be with after the past week?”

  “Are we on the same planet?” She rose, tugging on her clothes as she spun to face them. She couldn’t bear to be so naked. “Why couldn’t I have you all to myself?”

  And when she said it like that…it seemed awfully selfish. How could she be enough for the three of them? Not for a fun night of fucking, but for something more permanent?

  She couldn’t, she supposed.

  Jumbled emotions had her pacing, mumbling to herself.

  Simon hopped off the bed and crossed to her. He hugged her tight then said, “Andi, this is fun. And amazing. But what are you going to do when there’s a Halloween party at your new boss’s house? Or a fundraiser? Take three guys with you everywhere? Rotate us? Make one of us your public guy, and the other two your sidepieces?”

  “I…” She shrugged helplessly. How could she hurt them like that?

  “You haven’t had time to really digest this.” Reed stayed put. “We have. We’ve thought about it a lot.”

  They obviously didn’t like the verdict they’d reached any more than she did, but what other choice did the four of them have? She could see it their way when she thought about how unfair it would be to them.

  Cooper glowered. “I can see in your face that you still don’t get it.”

  “We’re not worried about us.” Reed shook his head as he continued, “People will talk. They won’t necessarily be kind to someone who’s chosen an alternative lifestyle. And we won’t be anywhere around to protect you if you need us. We won’t put you in that kind of danger. Shit, look what almost happened last weekend! No more chances like that. If some wacko hurt you…”

  Simon moaned.

  “Okay, fine.” She rubbed her temples then said the unimaginable. “I won’t take the job. I’ll stay. Here…with you.”

  “No!” they shouted together.

  As much as she wished they were wrong, they weren’t.

  If she
didn’t go, she would regret it for the rest of her life. Everything she’d worked for would be for nothing. Her heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Sacrificing one dream for another wasn’t easy. It gored her so damn bad that she reacted like any wounded animal would.

  Andi didn’t waste any time after that. Staying longer would prolong the torture.

  She ignored their protests—refusing their help—and immediately began hauling her stuff out of her room. One box at a time, she packed up every bit of her existence and erased it from their apartment. It didn’t take as long as she might have thought. With that finished, she went to the bathroom, blew her nose, then took one final look around the kitchen before enclosing the doorknob in her fingers, willing her wrist to turn.

  “Andi, where are you going?” Reed tried to grab her, but she shrugged out of his hold. “It’ll be dark before you get to Cunningham. Late. You’ve got to be worn out after today. This week. Don’t do this. We’ll leave if you want. It’s not safe for you to drive so upset!”

  “That’s not your concern,” she snapped.

  “You’ll always be—”

  “No, I won’t. As of right now, I’m not. Not anymore.” She barely choked back a sob. “Now move!”

  It took Cooper and Simon tag teaming Reed to drag him back, giving her the chance to escape. “You’re going to miss graduation? Our celebration dinner?” He simmered down at that. “Not after how hard you’ve worked. Don’t go, Andi. Not yet.”

  “It’s time.” She swallowed the knot in her throat as she tried to be strong enough for all of them.

  Andi looked at each of the three special men who had made her college years full and rich. She’d never forget their time together or the spectacular way they’d ended it. “I love you. Goodbye.”

  She wasn’t proud of it, but she turned and ran while she could.

  The rush of blood through her system made it impossible to hear what they called after her. Tears poured down her cheeks as she drove away, refusing to so much as glance in the rearview mirror.

  Forward.

  She was moving ahead.

  Getting on with the rest of her life, having far more experience than she’d bargained for.

  Chapter Twelve

  One month later

  Andi sat on her couch, staring at the ginormous flat screen she’d bought with her first real paycheck. Whatever show was on, she hadn’t seen a second of it. It droned, providing background noise. She hadn’t realized how damn quiet an apartment could be.

  Her financial conservatism had insisted she put enough in savings to cover next month’s rent on her bright, cheery apartment, which felt like an extravagance since it was larger than the space she’d shared with three roommates. Another chunk of change had gone toward a certified pre-owned car that didn’t leak oil. Then she’d written checks for her first student loan payments, bought groceries for a month, started a rainy day fund, and she’d still had some room to spare in her budget.

  It felt fucking weird.

  So she’d splurged on the TV. Yet, somehow, she already could tell she wouldn’t be using it much. It just wasn’t the same without the clean but battered blue couch and the three guys who had overcrowded it in her last home.

  A knock on the door startled her from her trance.

  At first she planned to ignore it. She didn’t know anyone here, so it could only be a solicitor or maybe a group of church people hoping to save her soul. When it came again, louder this time, she changed her mind. After all, she hadn’t talked to anyone outside of the fellow employees she met at her new job. They were nice enough, but they weren’t friends.

  Yes, she was turning into that person. Next she’d be making small talk in the frozen food aisle at the QuickPick so she didn’t lose her damn mind.

  It might be too late for that.

  Annoyed with herself, she marched to the door and flung it open.

  “Hey.”

  The last person she expected to see was the guy standing there. Simon.

  Well, okay, maybe the very last person she’d expect to see was Reed. He was too stubborn to cave like that. He was the only one of her three ex-roommates who hadn’t emailed her in the past month. Not that she’d responded to the other two. She didn’t know what to say and didn’t trust her fingers not to type things she shouldn’t admit. Like an addict, she’d had to quit them cold turkey.

  Withdrawal was a bitch.

  One look at Simon and she knew she’d be hooked again after a single hit.

  “What are you doing here?” She tamped down the urge to fly into his arms and smother him with a desperate mega-hug.

  “Does that mean you won’t give me a tour of your new place?” he asked. “Seems like a huge step up. I understand if you want to keep the riffraff out.”

  “Shit, sorry.” She chewed her lip as she debated whether or not it was wise. It wasn’t. But she did it anyway. “Come in.”

  He nodded and whistled softly as he took in her new surroundings.

  “Thanks,” she said with a hint pride. Her hard work had paid off.

  “Anyway, uh…this came for you today.” Simon held up a thick envelope with DO NOT BEND stamped all over it in red block letters. “I thought you might like to have your diploma. Since you missed graduation.”

  His wince made it clear that he understood how big of a sacrifice that had been for her.

  “So you hopped in your car and drove four hours to bring it to me?” Her eyes went wide as she accepted the package.

  “Yeah, well, I’m not really big on planning, you know?” He shrugged. “Didn’t have anything better to do.”

  “What’s really going on?” She noticed the way he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Nervous, so unlike him.

  “There’s something I want to tell you.” He swallowed hard.

  “What’s wrong?” She put her hands on his shoulders, fighting the paranoid pessimism that she’d picked up right around the time her second parent had broken the news to her that he had a terminal illness. “Is someone sick? Hurt? Worse? Tell me straight. You’re scaring me.”

  “Shit. It’s nothing like that.” Simon sighed then invaded her living room as if he belonged there. When he plopped onto her couch, she instantly liked it better.

  “Then what?” She sat beside him and took his hand.

  “I know a guy…” He trailed off then started again. “Okay, no. That’s bullshit. A friend of mine has a friend who plays for the Sabertooths. I called in a favor. He put me in touch with the head of the training staff. It turns out they can use a guy like me. The job is mine if I want it.”

  “They play here, in Cunningham?” Her jaw dropped.

  “Yeah. I mean, I’d have to travel with the team during the season, but most of the time…”

  “Wow. That’s—” Andi shook so hard, still trying to digest his revelation and what that could mean for them, that when another knock came at the door, she literally could not stand to answer it.

  “Hang out a second. Take some deep breaths. I’ll get rid of whoever this is, and we’ll talk more.” He stroked her hair. “You don’t have to decide right now. I thought I should tell you in person. No pressure. But I’m not going to leave until you’re settled down, okay?”

  She nodded as she chewed her nails, a bad habit she’d picked up lately.

  When Simon opened the door, she certainly wasn’t prepared for him to shout, “What the hell?”

  Her gaze whipped up and saw Cooper standing there, equally as confused, on the other side of the door.

  “I could say the same.” He glared at Simon.

  “I didn’t break our pact. I just… Something came up and I wanted to talk to her about it before I said anything to you guys. Look, it was a dumb idea—”

  Andi didn’t like the sound of that.

  “Wait. No, it wasn’t, Simon.” She tried to rise. Her shaking legs pitched her right back onto the couch.

  Both of the guys were beside her in an instant. Cooper knel
t, then took her hand. “God, I’ve missed you, Andi. But…are you okay? Do you want me to go? I’ll kick him out too.”

  She shook her head. Now that they were here, she couldn’t stand to think of them leaving. Especially not after the bomb Simon had dropped. How would Cooper take the news?

  She shouldn’t have worried.

  He destroyed more of the carefully crafted vision she’d built for how her life would go from here on out when he cleared his throat. “I have some news too.”

  Her gaze snapped to his.

  “I transferred to the law program at U of C. I was wondering if I could crash with you for a while, until I get my own place. It happened kind of fast. Classes for their summer semester start on Monday.”

  “What?” she and Simon asked simultaneously, with equal amounts of shock coloring their question.

  “I’m not expecting anything. You know…between us. That’s not what I’m asking. I thought—” Before Cooper could finish explaining exactly what he had imagined, the door nearly rattled off its hinges. This time it wasn’t a knock that intruded on their conversation, but a series of bangs that could only belong to one person.

  “Oh shit.” Simon’s eyes went wide and he jogged to answer that nonverbal demand before her pretty white door got smashed to smithereens.

  He was smart enough to duck as it opened, barely dodging Reed’s punch. Holding his hands up, he said, “Hey, you’re here too. Don’t get pissed that we beat you to it.”

  “I was only planning to drive past and check out the neighborhood when I saw both of your cars sitting out at the curb. What the fuck?” Reed roared as he stomped into the living room.

  Suddenly it seemed a lot smaller than it had before.

  Andi cut through their testosterone-laden crap with the swipe of a hand. “What were you doing spying on me, Reed? How many times have you gone by and not had the balls to say hello?”

  He scrubbed his hand over his mouth before admitting, “A few.”

  “Now that’s pathetic,” Cooper said before thinking better of it. “At least when I drive four fucking hours to see a woman, I come inside.”