Diver's Heart

by K. A Knight

  My wet body slams into his as he decimates my mouth, claiming it. He sweeps his tongue in, not teasing this time. No, he’s reminding me that I’m here with him, keeping me grounded as his hands trail down my back and cup my ass.

  Breaking the kiss, I drop to my knees, ignoring his protests, and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. His eyes shutter for a moment as his head drops forward so he can watch me. Licking at the tip, I suck and release until he pushes me away, his chest heaving as pre-cum drips from the mushroom head. “You keep that up, and I’ll be coming across your face before I even get a chance to get into your little cunt.”

  Smirking, I turn my head to see Riggs. He’s watching us, his fists clenched at his sides. His cock pulses, but he doesn’t move. Turning fully, I crawl across the shower floor to him. His Adam’s apple jumps, and his eyes track me, but he doesn’t move away as I stop before him. I slide my hands up his legs, and he flinches from the sudden touch.

  “You need to rest,” he mutters—whether he’s reminding himself or me, I don’t know.

  “I can rest later. Right now, I want you both in every way Fin promised. I want to feel alive.” I get to my knees, my breath blowing over his cock as I roll my eyes up to his. “Help me forget, Riggs, please,” I beg.

  “You never have to beg,” he growls out as if annoyed, and then he bends over, hoists me up, and turns me. He presses me against the glass shower door as he cups my chin and meets my eyes. “You do exactly what we say. If you hurt yourself more, I’ll be really fucking annoyed.”

  “Yes, sir,” I tease, arching my chest to rub against him. I wrap my legs around his waist as I dig my heels into his ass to urge him on, but he ignores that, the dominant side of Riggs coming out to play. I’ll only get his cock, only get to come when he says so. Not when I want to. I might have started this game, but he damn well is going to finish it when he’s good and ready.

  Fin is right—Riggs will destroy me…but in the best damn way.

  I look past him to Fin and see him grinning. He has his hand wrapped around his cock as he watches the show. Riggs pinches my chin harder, bringing my gaze back to him. “Look at him when I tell you to. Until then, focus on me.”

  Without waiting for a reply, he swoops down and kisses me hard, our teeth crashing together as I whimper into his mouth. He sucks my tongue, taking control, and grips my thighs to keep me still as I rock and rub against him. His hard cock presses against my pussy and stomach, and I impatiently grind against him, my pussy dripping as I imagine it inside me while Fin watches.

  He pulls away, leaving me breathless, and then turns me. Fin is there in an instant, pressing against my back. He slides his hands between us as I lean back into his chest. Fin drags his lips across my shoulder, his teeth catching on the skin as his hands glide up my stomach to cup and squeeze my swaying breasts hard.

  “Harder,” Riggs orders, frowning as he watches. “She wants it rough.”

  Fin chuckles into my skin as he clutches my breasts harder before tweaking my nipples. He plucks and twists to the point of pain, but that pain meets the numbness, the emotional agony inside of me, and explodes in a shower of desperate need.

  For them, for this.

  “Lean farther back,” Riggs orders, and I do as I’m told. I relax back into Fin, trusting them to hold me up. “Good girl,” he purrs, and for some reason, the praise makes my pussy clench as I visualise him saying that while he drives his huge cock into me.

  “You want her first?” Riggs looks to Fin and then tilts his head, his eyes going distant for a moment as he thinks. “Or you could have her ass. I read a book once where one was in her mouth?”

  “Fuck,” Fin mutters. “Don’t say shit like that. I’m close to coming as it is just from that fucking mouth.”

  “Then I’ll have her mouth,” Riggs decides. “I’ll control her that way, stop her from hurting herself. You can have her pussy.”

  “Deal,” Fin agrees, and the fact they are so casually discussing how they are going to fuck me makes me wild. I arch into Fin’s touch, rubbing my pussy against Riggs’ hard cock as I lick my lips.

  “We taking bets on who will last the longest?” I tease, trying to remain in control as much as I can. “Because I reckon Fin will fill me with his cum before you do.”

  Fin shivers behind me, twisting my nipples so hard, I cry out, even as the pain heads straight to my pulsing clit. “You two are going to fucking kill me.”

  “Sixty percent chance? I’ll take those odds. What does the winner get?” Riggs asks nonchalantly as he juggles me to one hand and drags the other up my thigh to my pussy. Finally, he touches me, gliding those long fingers down my center, swirling them around my hole, and sliding back up again, doing the same to my clit. He caresses me with maddening circles as he watches me try to form words, frustration and the need to come warring within me.

  “Whatever they want,” I rasp, lifting my hips to try and get him where I need him, but he just grins at me. Patient, as always.

  “Deal.” His fingers finally flick my clit before he trails them back down and pushes the tip of one inside me. Fin still kisses and licks along my throat, tasting my thrumming pulse as I close my eyes and shiver, caught between them and loving every second.

  Riggs slams two fingers into me, making me cry out. My eyes fly open to meet his as he starts to fuck me with them. He moves slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in, each one ending with him curling inside of me to stroke along my walls. But as Fin speeds up his kisses, Riggs increases his thrusts, fucking me harder and faster, jiggling me between them from the force. Fin grins, slowing down, and so does Riggs.

  They’re taunting me, building me up so I’m almost coming, only to stop when I reach the edge of the abyss.

  “Fucking assholes,” I hiss, whimpering when Riggs grinds his palm into my clit.

  “What was that?” Fin asks.

  “I said—” My words end in a yell as Fin pinches my nipples at the same time Riggs pinches my clit. It throws me over the edge, the orgasm ripping through me with wave after wave of pleasure. I cry out and jerk between them, my body taut and legs shaking. When it passes, I slump, trusting them to keep me up. My skin is slick with sweat and water from the shower, and my lips tremble as I open my eyes and meet Riggs’ cocky gaze.

  “Shit,” is all I can whisper, and they both laugh.

  Riggs releases my legs, and I dangle from Fin’s hold. “On her back, we don’t want to hurt her side,” Fin instructs, and Rigs nods. I’m limp as they manoeuvre me how they want me. They could fuck me in the ass right now, and I wouldn’t even care. I’m floating in such bliss… In fact, that sounds like a great idea.

  Riggs grabs a towel and rolls it up as Fin gently lays me down on my back on the wet tiles. Riggs raises my head and places the towel under my neck to keep me comfortable.

  Even in the throes of passion, as they unleash all of their pent-up desire, fear, and worry on me, they protect me, careful of my injuries. Fin holds me softly so I don’t injure myself further. They’re always protecting me, always looking out for my best interests. Right now, that thought makes me want to cry. I’ve spent so long looking after myself, it’s nice to be weak, but only ever with them, my loves.

  Fin crouches and lifts my legs, which I wrap around his waist. Leaning down onto his elbows, he kisses me softly, doing a push up to grin at me before he drops again and kisses me.

  I grin.

  “I’m winning that bet, and when I do, you have to be naked at all times,” he murmurs.

  “Now I kind of want you to win,” Riggs comments.

  “And if I win, I’m making Kalen walk around naked at all times,” I tease, and they both groan in mock horror.

  “Fuck her mouth already and shut her up, will you?” Fin mutters as he sits back on his heels, lifting my lower half into the air and just holding me there.

  “With pleasure,” Rigg replies, and I turn my head, watching as he gets to his knees beside me, cock in hand. Fin pre
sses his cock to my pussy, rubbing it back and forth, teasing me.

  In sync, Fin surges forward at the same time Riggs does. Riggs grips my mouth, forcing it open as his hard cock slides between my lips. Fin slams into me, making me cry out as he forces his huge cock through my tight, fluttering channel. Riggs pushes farther into my mouth, causing me to gag before I breathe through my nose. My fingers come up to grasp his base, so I have something to hold onto as he pulls out and slams back in, forcing his cock all the way down my throat. I suck but soon realise I just have to hold on as Fin pulls out and pushes in with hard, quick thrusts. He grips my ass as he lifts me higher, tilting my hips so that every time he pushes inside of me, his cock drags along my inner wall, making me cry out around Riggs’ cock.

  The sound is muffled as I skim my gaze up Riggs’ wet, tanned muscles to meet his dark, narrowed eyes. His lips are tipped in a snarl as he fights his own desire, taking my mouth for as long as he can. He’s intent on winning, but I want to break that control, so I swallow him deeper, right down to the base. He cries out, his cock throbbing in my mouth, and finally, that restraint breaks, and he slams into me mercilessly. Riggs takes my mouth so hard, I know I’ll ache later.

  Tightening my legs around Fin, I squeeze down on his cock. His thrusts stutter, and with a snarl, he fucks me harder too, pushing me down onto Riggs’ cock from the force. Fin’s fingers dig into my thighs, so I know I’ll bruise, as he grinds into me after each thrust.

  I feel well and truly fucking used, and I love it. They push every thought and every sensation from my mind but the taste of their skin and the feel of their desire until I can only just hang on and breathe. My own release builds within me, but then Fin rubs my clit hard and fast and throws me back over that precipice again.

  I scream around Riggs’ cock as I come, my pussy clenching Fin as he snarls and tries to fight it. Riggs doesn’t, he comes with a grunt, slamming into my mouth and shooting down my throat. Fin thrusts once more and finally lets go, filling me with his cum like I asked.

  All of us are sweaty and breathing hard when Riggs pulls from my mouth and, uncaring about his cum filling it, leans down and kisses me. Fin leans in and kisses my stomach as I lie here.

  “I won,” Fin murmurs, making me laugh as I swallow, still tasting Riggs.

  “I’ll beat you next time,” Riggs retorts.

  They lie here with me, holding me and stroking my skin as we come down from the high. I’m useless, remaining limp as they force themselves up. Fin washes my hair, while Riggs washes my body. Each touch is soft and tender and brings tears to my eyes. They even help me out of the shower and dry every inch of me methodically before Fin checks my wounds, redresses them, and puts me in one of his oversized, comfy shirts, ignoring my protest. He won, after all, but with one look into those loving eyes, I know he will claim that prize later.

  The caring, loving way they touch and watch me makes me weak again. But I’m sick of crying, so I let them pick me up and carry me back to the other room.

  Back to my other men.

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  Peyton

  We spend a week in the hotel before we all start to go crazy. There is only so much relaxing we can do, and for people who like to be on the go all the time, it’s mind-numbing. Tyler is healing well and can walk now. I’m still not allowed to dive, but I’m feeling much better. We get up early with the sun and go for breakfast before deciding to search out Steve and close up the location and dive.

  We all feel it—the need to leave this place.

  My thoughts this week have been troubled. I blame grief and worry, but it’s making me quieter than normal, and I know they are noticing. They try to make me laugh, to comfort me, to bring me out of my shell. Hell, last night, Kalen lost his shit with me and told me to fucking beat him up if I needed to and to stop withdrawing.

  Is that what I’m doing?

  It’s like I have moments of pure clarity, and I’m there in the moment with them, but then I’m lost in the dark, filled with worries and pain again. I blame myself for taking Michael down there, it’s that simple. His death is a weight on my shoulders. Everyone around me seems to die… How long before they do as well?

  I know it’s my own insecurities and fear talking, but I can’t seem to escape those grim thoughts.

  The worst part is knowing that I’m hurting them again, making them worry—the very thing I promised myself to never do again—but I can’t help it. I’m pissed at my own head, annoyed at my own hurting heart. The fact they are hurting because of me only adds to that.

  Steve greets us happily while I stand here quietly. I still don’t feel right, still don’t feel like myself. Tyler tries to hold my hand, and I flinch, making him frown as he pulls away. My eyes go to the sea near the boat we’re on, wondering if they are still out there, if Michael is floating down there.

  “Come, this is what I wanted to show you,” he tells us, leading us into the galley. We all follow, and I perch on the arm of a chair near Fin. He eyes me worriedly, but I ignore him and focus on Steve.

  “Show us what?”

  He licks his lips nervously and winces. “Please don’t be scared or angry.” He lifts a tarp from the table, and I leap to my feet, recoiling at the sight of one of the monsters lying there.

  Its mouth is open, showing its fangs, and blood coats its leathery skin. It looks so…fucking small and harmless.

  “It’s dead, I promise. I mentioned we went to check the exit of the cave to make sure they couldn’t get out and found some of them floating. We brought them back to study and to have evidence of your story. I promise it’s a good thing, it means that the cave will never be touched again, I made sure of it. But you needed to know, and I needed to ensure…this is the creature, correct?”

  I nod mutely, wrapping my arms around myself, wondering how such a terrifying thing from the caves can be here, being discussed so casually. “Yes,” Tyler answers, even as Kalen stands and paces, continuously glancing at me as I drop my gaze to the floor.

  “Okay.” Steve covers it, and I sag with relief. “The crew has…expressed interest in having a funeral for the lost this afternoon. I understand if you can’t be part of it, but we wished to honour them—”

  “Michael too?” I ask, raising my eyes, my voice hoarse.

  “Of course, Peyton,” he says with a sad smile, and I nod.

  “We’ll be there.”

  “Peyton—” Fin starts, but I glare at him.

  “It’s Michael,” I snap, and then look at Steve. “We’ll be there.”

  “Okay, feel free to stay here if you wish, or you can explore for the next few hours while I prepare what I can.” He stands. “I’m sorry, I wish there was more I could do. All I can do is offer you the knowledge that no one will ever go through what you went through again.”

  I stare after him as he disappears, the slow movement of the anchored yacht making me ache for my boat, for Michael’s laugh. I expect him to turn the corner with a chuckle and a dirty joke. It’s too much. I turn and rush from the boat as they call after me. They chase me, and when they catch up, I suck in a deep breath.

  I try to push the darkness away as they all talk. “I’m fine,” I snap, making them flinch. “Let’s just explore,” I say lamely.

  They frown at me but agree, and Riggs wraps his arm around my shoulders, starting to walk slowly into the city on the cobbled streets. Fin strolls next to me, talking about everything and anything. Tyler is behind us with Kalen. I feel Kalen’s eyes, and when I glance back, they are narrowed and seeing through me, demanding the truth, so I look away.

  I’m scared of the storm brewing inside me.

  We explore all afternoon until it’s time for the ceremony. It takes place at the beach. The whole crew is gathered, and there are some locals who knew some of the lost. It’s a nice ceremony. The sun shines down on us, and we’re close to the ocean as people tell stories, say goodbye, and honour those who died. Michael included. Steve asks if I want to talk, and
I can’t think of anything worse, but I do it. I step forward, owing the man who was my best friend for three years more than my silent pain.

  I turn to face everyone, scanning the supportive sad faces of my men before I quickly look away. “Michael was a good man. He made mistakes in his past, but he was doing his best and fighting every day to be a better man. He found me when I had nothing and no one. He always said I saved him, gave him a home and a job, but it was the other way around. I was drifting, completely alone at sea until I met him. He made me laugh again, brought me back to life, and gave me the drive to be better. He taught me how to fall in love with myself, and I was able to be who I truly was inside. He trusted me, he believed in me, and most importantly…he loved me. Selflessly.”

  My breath hitches as I push back the tears.

  “We explored this world together. Some of my favourite times were just floating on the ocean after a dive with a beer in my hand and his laughter surrounding me as we told stories to pass the time. We both lost family, yet we found another in each other.” The tears drip from my eyes. I don’t dash them away, knowing they need to fall, knowing each one is a memory of me and the man I loved. “He became my everything. I don’t know how to go on without him, honestly.” I laugh bitterly. “But he’d be kicking my ass right now.” I smile. “Saying, ‘Minnow, don’t fucking cry, it’s a waste of time. Have a beer in my name and get back in that water.’” Others laugh, knowing it’s true. “He was a brave, forgiving, imperfect man, and this world is a darker place without him.” I can’t say anymore. My chest aches, and my sobs are caught in my throat, so I quickly rush across the sand. Tyler opens his arms, and I slip into them, letting him hold me.

  The others grab my hands and hold me as we say a prayer and have a moment of silence. We all turn to the ocean. Like any diver, it’s where I want to be…but right now, all I see is a place where I lost so much of myself and my family.