Leaving Eden

by Kelly A Walker et al.

  “Let go and let us love you, Lusa.” Eli tells her while taking a step closer. He reaches for her sweater, pulling it over her head. Gabe stands behind her and I watch as her bra falls from her arms and onto the floor. Eli goes to his knees in front of her, slowly pulling down her leggings and panties. Once she’s completely bare, he stands back up, taking her face between his hands. I watch as my best friend leans in and kisses her slowly. I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I never thought I would share someone, but seeing this, it feels so right.

  Gabe reaches his hands between her and Eli and I see his hands massaging her breast. Not wanting to be left out, I quickly remove all my clothes and walk closer to her. I run my hand down her stomach and don’t stop until I hit her wet heat. Lusa whimpers against Eli’s mouth and my dick is as erect as it’s ever been. I slip one finger inside her, slowly moving it in and out.

  Lusa breaks her kiss from Eli and I move it, attaching my lips to her now puffy ones. She moans against my lips and I feel a second finger against mine already imbedded inside of her. Her hips begin to move and I hear Gabe chuckle.

  “Let go, beautiful,” Eli tells her. “Let go all over mine and Zac’s fingers.

  I feel her body begin to tighten before she pulls her lips away from mine. Throwing her head back onto Gage’s shoulder, she begins to shudder.

  “Good girl,” Gage says from behind her. “Get in the middle of the bed, Lusa.”

  Eli and I both remove our fingers from her and watch as she slowly moves to sit in the middle of the bed. “Lay back,” I instruct her.

  Eli looks at me and Gabe and we both nod. He’ll start this off. He met her first and pushed both Gabe and I to recognize the truth in what she was telling us. It’s only right that he takes her first. I watch my best friend, my brother climb onto the bed and lay his body on top of Lusa’s.

  “Take a deep breath, baby. This may sting just a little.”

  That’s all the warning he gives her before thrusting completely in. Her back arches and my hand immediately goes to my dick. I can’t take my eyes off of her. The way she’s moving, grabbing on to Eli with everything she has. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

  “She’s so damn tight. I won’t last long,” Eli pants out.

  My eyes go to Gage and I nod at him. My brother has had his fair share of women, but he’s never gotten too close. Even if he won’t admit it, he’s always been the romantic of our group. He’s kept his heart closed until he found his one. I know once I’m buried inside her nothing else will matter, so before I lose myself, I give her to my second brother first.

  Eli’s roar of release breaks into my thoughts and I watch him roll off of Lusa and try to catch his breath. “Damn,” he mutters.

  Gabe climbs up on the bed, then grab Lusa by the ankles, flipping her over onto her stomach. She lets out a girly squeal and we all three chuckle. “On your hands and knees, baby,” Gabe tells her.

  She does as instructed and he leans over her back, whispering something we can’t hear into her ear. Lusa wiggles her butt in the air and Gabe straightens back up. I see him line his cock up and slowly enters her from behind. Lusa drops her elbow, laying her head down on one of her pillows. From the sounds she’s making, I imagine she’s getting close to her release.

  “Promise next time will be longer, baby. But you feel so good, I’m not gonna last much more,” Gabe groans. “So good.” He thrusts one last time then stills, a loud grunt coming from him when he comes inside our girl. He pulls out and lays on the opposite side of her, away from Eli.

  Lusa looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “You sure you’re up to one more?” I ask. “We can wait until later.” It would kill me to wait, but for her, I would do damn near anything.

  “Get over here, Zac,” she calls out to me.

  “Get up,” I tell her. After she gets off the bed, I lay down on my back. “Climb up on me.” Lusa does as I say, and seeing her sitting on me? It’s the best thing I have ever seen. “I want you to ride me, beautiful. Are you okay with that?”

  She nods her head and slowly, so damn slowly lowers herself onto me. My head flops back and the muscles in my neck tighten. She begins to move up and down, finding her own pace. It doesn't take her long to speed up. Eli and Gabe were right. She’s so tight and wet that I won’t last long this first time. I’m determined to help her find her release before me, so I reach out, rubbing my thumb fast over her clit.

  “Oh,” she whispers. “I’m almost there.”

  I add a little more pressure and watch when she explodes. Lusa throws her head back, screaming while her body milks me until I’m right there with her. Once we both come back down, she falls forward, her body covering me like a blanket.

  “That was amazing.” Her words are muffled by my chest, but loud enough for the three of us to hear them.

  “It was more than amazing,” Eli says and I can’t help but agree.

  It was more than amazing. It was freaking spiritual and I can’t wait to do it again.

  10

  LUSA

  “So, how are the Three?” my best friend, Rupert asks me during our lunch together.

  “Amazing.” I can’t help the smile that takes over everytime I think of them.

  My three.

  It hasn’t been long, only four months since I found them. I never believed I’d ever find my one true soulmate and when I found that I had three? I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Eli, Gabe, and Zac are the most amazing men I have ever met. Of course, them meeting my parents for the first time nearly gave me a heart attack. Not only were they meeting my drama queen mother, but also my extremely overprotective father.

  I thought I would choke on my drink when they introduced themselves with not their abbreviated names, but their full ones. Elijah, Gabriel, and Zacharias. Yeah, the irony of this wasn’t lost on any of us.

  We quickly discovered we can’t stand to be apart from each other and let go of our apartments, mine, and the one the guys shared. We bought a house not far from downtown and their bar. The bar I now work at with them. After buying the house, the guys decided we needed a pet and came home with a serpent of all things. Ralph and I get along just fine as long as he stays contained in his aquarium. The first time my brother, Cain, came to visit, I thought he was going to piss himself laughing so hard.

  The four of us have settled into our new lives easily. The love I have for them was worth everyday I spent waiting, looking, wondering if I would ever find this.

  I reach down, rubbing my hand over my still flat tummy. It may be early in our relationship, but our lives are about to change even more a lot sooner than we had planned. I’m not worried though. I know my three, and they have so much love to give. This child will be loved unconditionally.

  I can’t wait to see what happens next for us.

  The End

  Kelly A Walker lives in the South with her husband of way too long, and their teenage son who knows everything. She’s been reading as long as she can remember. Judy Blume and The Babysitters Club started it all, and had her dream of one day writing. Kelly loves Jesus, her family, and SEC football (#HottyToddy).

  When Kelly isn’t writing, she’s driving her kid from one thing to another, going to the grocery store, or spending all her hubby’s money at Macy’s, or Michael’s, or the Dollar General...okay, she just likes to shop.

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  BOOKS BY KELLY A WALKER

  Memphis

  The Adventures of Winnie

  Book 1

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  The Secret Life of Piper Series

  Dear Eastside Boys

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  Memphis - Bonus Scene

  Leaving Eden

  GREED

  By Kandi Vale

  GREED

  Greed:

  The intense and selfish desire for something,

  especially wealth, power, or food.

  1

  AVA

  There were perks to being a pirate. Ava grinned as she stared up at the elaborate yacht before her, her eyes tracking the hunk who stood on its deck. He was turned away from her, his naked back bathed in moonlight as he perused the open sea. There was something almost regal about the way he stood, his status evident in more than just the boat he owned.

  Ava sighed, shaking her head. Someone that gorgeous and wealthy needed to be brought down a peg or two. She would simply balance the scales.

  Tucking a golden lock of hair back into place beneath her beanie, Ava watched him turn, enjoying the sight of his muscled torso as he returned inside. She waited a moment to ensure there were no other signs of activity, then began to creep closer to the water. She had been coming here for a week, watching the behemoth ship and learning its weaknesses. Tracking the yacht’s routine had been child’s play, really. Now came the fun part.

  Ava wondered if the men who owned this ship knew just how thoroughly they were about to be swindled. She thought back on when she had first laid eyes on the three of them and when she had decided to make them her mark.

  That day, she had been at the farmers market, one of her all-time favorite places. She would often find herself there on the weekends, running her fingers along the elaborate fabrics and trinkets for sale. She never could resist all the pretty shiny things…

  Ava’s spirit, or Affinity, as her people called it, was that of a Wyvern. Everyone had an Affinity of something or another. Lions, bears, and tigers, oh my. These Affinities influenced their personalities and abilities. Most times, it was just one more way for fate to be an asshole.

  As a Wyvern, which was a rather rare type of Affinity, Ava was graceful and intriguing. She was also a tad bit greedy and quick to temper. Just a tad...

  So, it wasn’t really her fault that she was a pirate. It was simply fate, this desire for treasure. If only she could satisfy that never-ending need. No matter how much she plundered, she still yearned for more; her own little treasure trove she could curl up on and hide from the world.

  It was there at the farmers market, with thoughts of treasure troves spinning in her head, that she first saw them.

  The Griffins.

  Like Wyverns, Griffins were a rare, mythical Affinity. Ava herself had never met another Wyvern, let alone a Griffin.

  She had watched the way they stalked the marketplace, their keen eyes looking for more than pies and jams. Perhaps they were soldiers? There was a war going on, after all—powerful affinities fighting one another and dominating the rarer breeds, beating them down until most were practically extinct. Lions and bears couldn’t very well let dragons and sphinxes flourish, for they knew just how powerful the rare breeds were. If they could gain a foothold, those rare breeds would dominate the others with ease. So the less powerful attacked first, building their armies and “cleansing” the world of the dangerous rarities, winning by numbers alone.

  It was a lonely existence to be a mythical Affinity. And a dangerous one.

  At least these Griffins had each other. Curiosity and a tinge of bitterness coiled beneath her skin. Maybe their uniqueness was what had piqued her interest, but that interest was quickly turning sour. Whatever the case, she would track and observe the strange creatures.

  They were tall and broad, with dark hair and fancy suits. Handsome would be an understatement. But there was something dangerous that licked across their auras. An otherness that made passerby give them a wider berth. An untrained eye would never notice how their auras flared every so often, highlighting their spirit wings. The wings that would never manifest.

  They couldn’t shapeshift into their Affinities, even with their heightened abilities.

  It was a constant irritant to Ava. The craving to fly, to feel the wind caress wings you didn’t have, was enough to drive anyone insane. Where that craving came from, no one knew. It was speculated that their Affinities were from past lives, leftovers from reincarnation. Ava didn’t believe that, though. She had met too many powerful Affinities that were dicks. If reincarnation was possible, surely the assholes would come back as mice or worms, right?

  It was when they had walked in the sunlight that she became even more transfixed. Their skin was golden. It looked enticing and smooth, and although it was probably just their mysterious heritage, Ava swore it was as if someone had melted the sun and created them just for her.

  But she couldn’t have them.

  A rage steadily grew in the pit of her stomach, her curiosity quickly waning as she watched them strut about, their riches evident in their careless spending. They were her worst nightmare, these golden boys with their fancy suits. Not only did they flaunt their wealth and companionship in her marketplace, tainting all of her shiny things with their prettiness, but then they had to be gold made flesh? It wasn’t fair.

  So, here she was, a week later, staking out the place. Waiting to pirate their ship.

  What? She never claimed to be rational.

  The familiar adrenaline tasted sweet on her tongue as she tracked the security cameras, ticking off the time of each oscillation, tapping out the seconds on her thigh.

  One... two... three… swivel.

  Ava ducked into a neighboring building’s shadow, resuming her count.

  One... two... three... swivel.

  She elegantly dropped down onto the edge of the marina, hugging tight to the low wall to stand on a small ledge of concrete that kept her out of the sea. She wore an all-black wetsuit, the tight material flexible enough to not hinder her movements. Apart from the pale skin of her face, she was nothing but a shadow. She had tried wearing the face masks some of her fellow pirates preferred, but they made her feel claustrophobic, like the fabric was made of seaweed that would drag her down into the ocean to join them.

  Being a pirate wasn’t easy.

  It wasn’t about getting wasted on rum and swordfights. It was so much more than that. It was freedom. It was being on the open sea with nothing tying you down, nothing but your dreams and the will to pursue them. Oh, and the treasure didn’t hurt.

  It wasn’t for everyone, that’s for sure. It took moxi to be a pirate.

  But more than that, it took patience.

  Peeking up around the dock, Ava scanned for the last camera.

  One... two... three... swivel.

  And into the water she went.

  Holding her breath, Ava swam the short distance to the base of the yacht, careful to stay well beneath the surface. Knowing that the armed guard circled around every ten minutes, she knew that if she went harborside, he would be on the opposite, giving her the time she needed to slip on board undetected.

  Breaching the surface, Ava let her breath out slowly, ever silent. There would be no ridiculous hiccup or sneeze to fumble up this quest tonight. No. Tonight was special. And for some reason she couldn’t logically explain, personal.

  Reaching into her fanny pack, Ava pulled out the two suction-cup palm attachments, fastening them to her wrist. Sure, fanny packs weren’t exactly stylish, but neither were wet suits and beanies. She looked like a stoner surfer from the 80’s. If it wasn’t imperative she remain silent, Ava would have snorted at the absurdity of it all.

  With the cups firmly in place, she began her ascent. Grateful for all of the pull-ups her friend and mentor Loba had forced on her, Ava hauled herself up the side of the yacht with ease, reaching the top and pulling herself over the ledge.

  What would Loba think of her current quest? Ava winced thinking about it. Loba was fierce and the best damn thief Ava had ever seen. They had met as teens when Ava had foolishly tried to pick-pocket someone in Loba’s territory. Instead of breaking Ava’s fingers, Loba had t
aken her under her wing, teaching Ava the ins and outs of being a pirate. She had become Ava’s mentor, but more importantly, her friend.

  She would not be amused at Ava’s emotionally fueled antics. Loba was a professional. Some people pirated for fame, some for greed. Loba pirated because it was embedded in her very soul.

  Ava focused again on her task. Once onboard, she slowly shimmied out of her wetsuit, bunching it together and hiding it under the tender. Her black leggings and tank top hugged her slender form, making her one with the shadows. The only thing that stood out was her golden hair, which she double checked to make sure was still secure beneath her beanie.

  Maneuvering through the interior of the cabin was the trickier part. Ava had researched the boat’s design dozens of times, but rich pricks loved to add their own little touches. All she needed was to trip over a damn foosball table.

  Her emerald eyes scanned the darkness, her body hugging the sides of the cabin as she listened for movement.

  Ava closed her eyes, using her senses to reach out and explore the yacht. One of the perks to having a Wyvern Affinity was knowing where to find the good stuff. She felt the pull and followed. Simple, really.

  Within moments, she knew this cabin had a cellar. She also knew there was a vault in that cellar, one that held something exceptionally valuable. The images of the layout flitted through her mind like an old memory. Vague but reliable.

  Then those images flipped to another room where a tanned, muscular, golden body lay splayed across silken sheets.

  Shaking her head, Ava cursed, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks. It would be her luck for her Affinity to glitch while she was on a mission.

  Silently, she made her way to the cellar, grateful to find every room empty on her way. Running her fingers along the elaborate decor, Ava had to remind herself repeatedly to stay focused. There were just… so many… shinies…

  A door to her left opened, jolting her out of her gold worship. She molded herself to the side of what appeared to be a bar, her heart racing.