The Bad Boys of Eden (19 page)

“Last one there is a rotten egg,” Jack teased.

Before she could stop herself, her favorite childhood response to that silly saying spilled from her lips. “The first one has to eat it.”

“Deal,” the guys said in unison before jumping in.

“Hey,” she blurted out before stripping off her clothes and diving in after them.

The water felt gloriously cool against her fevered skin, but did little to quell the heat between her legs. She swam underwater then rose, inches from the dock. She looked up to see Jack and Blair standing over her. Caleb was right. She did have something else in mind for tonight. They reached down, each gripping an arm to pull her from the water.

As they positioned her between them, and her breath rushed from her lungs, a bevy of fantasies flitted through her mind. While she’d never been with two men before, especially two this hot, there was a part of her that wanted to try this.

Jack ran his thumb over her mouth. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since that first night at the club,” he murmured, his eyes so dark, so full of heat, her nipples tightened almost painfully.

“And I’ve been dying to taste you,” Blair said from behind her, his hands all over her body.

“Now what was this about eating…?” Jack questioned, a teasing edge to his voice as his fingers slipped between her legs.

She opened her mouth to tell him it was just a silly saying when his lips crashed down on hers, stealing her response. He kissed her hard, and from behind, Blair pulled her hair from her shoulders. “How about I go first,” he whispered.

Tension rose in her as he kissed a path down her neck, untying her bikini top along the way. Once he released the strings, it fell to the ground, and Jack groaned as her breasts pressed up against his naked chest. He broke the kiss and dipped his head, closing one hot mouth over her hard nipple. She arched into him, loving the feel of her breasts encased in his warm hands as Blair sank to his knees behind her. Deft fingers gripped the band on her bikini bottom, and she wiggled slightly as he shimmied it down her legs. He reached her feet and tapped her inner thigh. Reading his silent command, she lifted one foot then the other, kicking the wet scrap of material aside.

After a good hard suck on one nipple, Jack spun her around. He held her tight against him as she faced Blair. “Open for him,” Jack demanded in a soft tone. “Show him your pussy.”

With Blair still on his knees, she widened her legs, and his nostrils flared as he reached out to pull her wet lips open. He spent a long time just looking at her, and she could feel herself grow wetter.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured before he leaned in to swipe his tongue over her clit.

“Oh, God,” she whispered with effort. As her knees weakened, Jack held her tighter, his hands once again going to her breasts as he packaged her against him. Blair gripped her thighs and buried his face between her legs, his tongue circling her swollen clit before plunging hungrily. His hair tickled her inner thighs while the soft blade of his tongue did the most delicious things to her pussy. She moaned without censor as the fresh sea breeze whipped over her hot body, doing little to cool it down. One thick finger pushed inside her, and her body responded with a shudder.

Jack continued to pinch her nipples, the erotic sensation traveling to her inner core. She could hear cheers coming from a boat as it passed, and it gave her a secret thrill to know she was being watched.

“You like that, baby?” Jack asked, pinching her nipples harder.

Since a reply was beyond her, she whimpered and concentrated on the points of pleasure between her legs as Blair feasted on her. A second finger joined the first, and her body went up in a burst of flames.

Feeling wild, reckless, delirious with pleasure, she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Blair’s mouth as he finger fucked her. She began to shake, the tension in her body escalating, then, in a haze of arousal, an explosion tore through her, her muscles clenching hard around Blair’s fingers. Her knees gave out, and if Jack hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed in a heap.

“That’s it, baby,” Jack said, as Blair continued to lick her, soothing her sex as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. “Take what you need.”

When the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, Jack groaned and rubbed his cock against her back. “I need to fuck you. Now.”

He pulled a foil packet out of his pocket, kicked off his shorts, and sheathed himself as Blair stretched out on the wharf and pulled her on top of him. He kissed her hard, and she could taste herself on his mouth. Before she could even catch her breath, Jack grabbed her hips and flipped her over. From below her, Blair captured her legs in his and spread them wide, completely exposing her to anyone interested in looking.

Jack gazed at her naked body and trailed his fingers over her breasts, her stomach, stopping when he reached her pussy. He stroked her, then slipped a finger inside.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked.

She nodded as he climbed up her body, his crown breaching her opening. His skimmed his mouth over her breasts, his weight coming down on her and Blair. As their three bodies melded together, Jack jerked his hips forward, driving the length of him into her.

She opened her mouth, but he swallowed her cry with a kiss. He slammed deep, his teeth scraping her lower lip as he chased an orgasm. Gripping her shoulders, he angled his body to pound hard, and Blair groaned into her ear as he slid his hands around her waist to play with her nipples.

Jack continued to fuck her, long, hard strokes that sent her higher and higher. Her nails bit into his shoulder, and she whimpered as her passion soared. She gave a breathy cry as Jack’s body began to tense, his muscles bunching. Knowing he was only a stroke away, she gave herself over to the pleasure. Her throat clenched, and her body convulsed as her pussy muscles tightened and contracted around his throbbing cock. Jack threw his head back, stilled, and joined her in orgasm.

His breathing labored, Jack depleted himself inside her then collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck as they both recovered from their climax. She touched his back, running her fingers over his moist skin, his rigid muscles relaxing beneath her soothing touch.

As she lay trapped between these two awesome guys, her passion receding, a strange, uneasy feeling moved into her stomach. Her hands stilled on Jack’s back, and her brain took that moment to think about the lump pushing into her throat.

The sex was good. Really good. These two were skilled and definitely knew their way around a woman’s body. So why then did she suddenly feel so lost, so completely empty inside?

Because it was lacking intimacy, a real connection, her inner voice warned.

She’d come here to have fun and get laid. But as she found herself sandwiched between these hot guys, it occurred to her that she still felt lonely. That sobering reality startled her and had her questioning what it would take to fulfill her, to make her feel loved…important.

A noise in the distance caught her attention. She lifted her head, and when the hairs on her nape began to tingle, her breathing became shallow.

She peered into the night and caught the silhouette of a guy standing on the upper deck of a boat. Her heart jumped into her throat, and her body tightened. There was something about him that held her attention, something about the way he stood there with tension in his posture, tracking her every movement, that felt oh so familiar.

Jack lifted his head, worried eyes moving over her face, when he asked, “Hey baby, are you okay?”

“He’s here,” she murmured, her voice a strangled whisper. “I just know it.”

Blair ran soothing fingers down her arm and in a soft tone asked, “Who’s here, sweetheart?”

“Jesse.”

Chapter Six

After waking up early, Alaska dressed in a simple, button down sundress, slipped into her flip flops, and hurried outside. She spent the better part of the day searching the island for Jesse, trying to catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. She checked with registration, but they had no record of a Jesse Cavanaugh ever arriving on Eden. Then again, he could be using an alias like her. As day bled to night, she paced the beach, searching endlessly for signs of him. Everything in her gut told her he was here, watching her.

Feeling frustrated, she began the trek back to her room, squishing the warm sand between her toes. She slipped on her flip flops when she reached the lit path leading to her cabana, but when she heard a motorcycle revving in the distance, she stilled her movements and listened carefully. She caught the sound again and parted a few tree branches to peer into the woods. The beautiful multi-colored bird that seemed to be following her spread its wings and took flight, startling her. With her pulse pounding, she pushed tree branches out of her way, determined to find Jesse and figure out what was going on.

The trees grew thicker, the canopy of leaves over her head blocking out the moonlight and making it difficult to find her way out. Something moved in the underbrush, and feeling a little nervous, she hurried forward, fearing she was never going to find her way out, or worse, find a snake slithering underfoot. A few feet later, the trees thinned and she stepped from the wooded area. She glanced at the huge clubhouse overlooking the ocean, numerous motorcycles parked outside. It occurred to her that the trolley tour she’d taken the day after she arrived had never passed through this area, or if it had, the building wasn’t there at the time. As she examined the clubhouse, she wondered whether this was another fantasy, or if she’d just stumbled upon Jesse.

Her pulse leapt, and with renewed purpose, she hurried toward the building. She could hear music from the open windows as she looked over all the motorcycles, searching for one that Jesse might drive. Pushing her mussed hair from her face in an attempt to fix herself up after her trek through the woods, she opened the door, giving her eyes a moment to adjust.

The sound of balls cracking on a pool table pulled her focus, and she looked at the men walking the table and drinking beer, oblivious to her. She scanned their faces and catalogued the room but was forced to step out of the way when three men came barreling in behind her, all wearing leather beanie caps, with bandanas masking their faces. A fine shiver moved through her as she studied the skull pattern on their masks. She looked at their gang colors and the patches on their leather jackets, patches that identified them as…outlaws.

As the three men made a commotion, their biker boots hitting the wooden floor hard as they kicked off debris, all eyes in the club turned her way. Her stomach tightened. Feeling like she’d just walked into the lion’s den, she took a step back, hoping to lose herself in the shadows.

Too bad the guy who appeared to be the gang’s leader seemed to have other plans.

“Well, well… What do we have here?” he asked, stepping away from the pool table. He walked around her, and she could feel his eyes sizing her up. Everything in the way he moved told her he was the one in charge, the alpha.

He stopped in front of her, and she lifted her gaze. Her heart leapt when she came face-to-face with a guy who could easily double as Charlie Hunnam, the sexy actor who played Jackson from Sons of Anarchy.

Oh Gawd...

He cupped her chin, and as he turned her face from left to right, giving her a thorough examination, it occurred to her that this man—this scene—was straight from her fantasies.

He grinned. “Looks like we found ourselves a trespasser,” he said.

“I didn’t…” she began. “I’m looking for… I’m not looking for trouble.”

He pressed his finger to her lips to silence her. “Yeah, well I think you just found it,” he responded, his voice dropping an octave. He took a step closer, his hard body crowding hers. He dipped his head, and she could smell beer on his breath, leather on his skin. His mouth was so close to hers she thought he was going to kiss her. “You’re trespassing, sweet thing, and you do know what we do with trespassers around these parts, right?” he asked, his strong hands going to her hips.

“Hell, yeah,” a few of the guys hollered out. Chairs scraped across the floor as the men rose, preparing for what, she had no idea.

“No, what?” she asked, her voice a low strained whisper as she worked to figure out how this fantasy was going to play out. She wasn’t even sure she wanted it to, not if Jesse wasn’t involved.

Promise dripped from his voice when he said, “We punish them.”

“Punish?” she squeaked out, her mind conjuring up the kind of punishment this dangerous biker dude could dole out.

He stepped behind her, his fingers tightening on her waist. He pressed his chest to her back, and with a little nudge, set her in motion. Her knees quivered as he guided her to the pool table.

“I think we’re going to have to frisk her, boss,” one guy said, meeting them at the table. “She could be carrying.”

“My thoughts exactly,” the leader agreed, giving her a little push until her breasts were flat out on the pool table.

Someone grabbed her hands and held them on the table above her head while a foot moved between her ankles to kick them open. Spread wide and completely at their mercy, she felt a big pair of hands on her legs. They slid all the way up one thigh, coming perilously close to her pussy before sliding down the other leg. Once complete, the guy ran his palms up her sides, stroking the edges of her breasts.

A small sound caught in her throat, and she tried again, “I’m looking for someone.”

She was lifted from the table and spun to face the leader. “You’re in luck. You’ve found someone.” Two guys stepped up to her, caging her with their bodies. She caught a flash of silver, and her heart leapt as her Jackson look-alike pulled a knife from his pocket.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head to silence her. He ran the knife down the length of her dress, then began popping the buttons with the sharp tip. She compressed her lips as the buttons clattered to the floor and rolled away. Her dress began to spill open, exposing her nakedness beneath. Biker dude cut away her last button, and her safe word lingered on her tongue when he straightened to his full height, his eyes locking on hers.

“Tie her up,” he ordered.

* * *

What the fuck was she doing here?

Jesse moved deeper into the shadows. He paced restlessly and mumbled a few curses as fellow biker, Keegan Gates, a guy he’d met when he first arrived, gave Alaska a pat down. Fisting his hands, he drove them into his pockets and fought for a measure of control. But how the fuck was he supposed to get his shit together, especially after watching her perform on the dock last evening? He might be the guy giving her the opportunity to live out her deepest, darkest desires, but watching her with those two jocks last night had damn near killed him. As they touched her, he couldn’t help but imagine it was his tongue circling her pale nubs, coming closer and closer to her coveted peaks. Couldn’t help but visualize it was his cock inside her, driving her higher and higher until her body exploded with pleasure. What he’d do to feel her come on his dick, to know that he was the guy giving her what she needed.

Last night it had taken every ounce of strength he had not to dive into the water, go to her, and claim her as his. At the last second, he’d somehow miraculously stopped himself from acting on his urges. As much as he wanted to climb onto that wharf and give her the fuck she always wanted from him—the fuck he always wanted to give her—he knew it was all kinds of wrong. Not because her father would kill him—hell, he was ready to stand up to her bastard father—but because, since the first time he met her, he knew that if he ever really touched her, ever drove his cock into her, he’d want more.

From the way she eyed his body, he knew Alaska wanted a piece of him, but he was a nobody, some punk-ass kid raised on the streets. A beautiful, intelligent girl like Alaska had a bright future ahead of her, providing she got out from under her father’s hold, and deserved more than Jesse could ever give her.

He grabbed his beer, took a long pull, then slammed it on the oak bar top with much more force than necessary. The bartender gave him a questioning look, but he ignored it, all the while trying to fight down the lust rising in him. He’d come to this club tonight to cool his heels, to get his shit together. The last thing he ever expected was to find was Alaska walking through the front door of a gang’s hangout. This was his sanctuary, goddammit, and she wasn’t supposed to be here. As he chewed on that, another thought struck. Perhaps this was one of her fantasies. Or perhaps someone in charge was fucking with him.

Or maybe, just maybe, in some twisted, fucked up way, fantasy was tangling with reality.

One of Keegan’s guys walked her to the middle of the room, where a rope hung from the rafters. He bound Alaska’s hands, putting her naked body on view for every biker in the club to admire. Exhibitionist that she was, she nibbled her bottom lip as Keegan walked around her, lightly trailing his hands over her body. When he gave her ass a good hard smack, she made a whimpering sound that roused the hunger in him.

Feeling like he’d been sucker punched as another man stroked her and a handful more ogled her, a storm roiled inside Jesse. He fisted his hand, but the flash of possessiveness cutting though his gut like a sharp blade nearly brought him to his knees.

Fuck.

He finished off his beer and bit back another heated curse as he watched another man take what he wanted. His gaze shifted restlessly, moving over her beautiful, naked body. Jesus, she was so sexy, so sensual, so fucking impossible to resist.

Her glance moved over the room, searching the crowd. When she looked in his direction, he stiffened. Something in his gut warned that she knew he was here.

Keegan lowered his head, and when he took her nipple into his mouth, Jesse just about went out of his fucking mind. His body trembled, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he imploded. Keegan sucked her long and hard, and a look of desire moved over her face. She made a sexy noise, and Keegan inched back. He removed his belt, folded it, and stepped behind her. The snap of leather hitting her soft flesh cut through the room as he gave her a light whack on the ass.

Her mouth opened and closed, and when her nipples quivered, Jesse’s mind practically shut down. Aware of the passion rising in him and completely ruled by lust, his mind abandoned any rational thought. As he watched Keegan touch her, every reason he had for staying away from her suddenly seemed insignificant.

Knowing he was fighting a losing battle, he adjusted his leather beanie cap over his forehead and tugged on the bandana around his neck, pulling it over his nose. Once his features were masked, he pushed off the counter, his vision a red hot blur of desire as he stalked toward her. His cock ached as he circled the room, quietly coming up behind Keegan. He tapped Keegan on the shoulder, and Keegan turned around to give Jesse a questioning look. With a flick of his head, Jesse gestured for him to back the fuck off. Keegan stepped away, leaving Jesse in charge of Alaska’s pleasure and pain.

With his features hidden, he reached out and touched her back, lightly trailing his fingers down her spine. That first sweet touch of her nakedness had air rushing from his lungs. Her body quaked beneath his fingers, and he sucked in a fueling breath. Her skin was so damn soft, so warm it fired his blood from a slow simmer to a raging inferno.

He stepped closer, and she drew a small, shaky breath, her body visually quivering, and he realized that she might not be okay, that she might actually be afraid. Did she want out of this? He put his mouth close to her ear, the sweet scent of her hair twisting his insides.

“Are you afraid?” he asked, pitching his voice low.

Her body went suddenly stiff, like she knew the players had changed.

She breathed deep and exhaled slowly. “No,” she answered in a soft whisper that made his blood rush. “I could never be afraid of you.”

“You want this?”

“I want you,” she said and moved her hips, relaxing under his touch, driving every sane thought from his brain. Her ass brushed up against his cock, feeding the intensity of his arousal as she urged him on.

As moisture collected on his brow, he clenched down on his jaw, working to keep it together when all he wanted to do was grab her by the hips and ram his cock into her. It frightened him how badly he wanted to fuck her, to bury his face in the heat between her legs. He closed his eyes against the flood of heat and worked to leash his control. Now that he had her where he’d always wanted her, he didn’t want to rush anything.

Knowing just what sweet little Alaska needed, he slid his hands over her bare skin, his movements slow, deliberate, as he caressed the lush curves of her ass. She arched into him, and he pulled his hand back to give her a light whack.

With her body trembling, she let loose a little whimper, her head falling forward. He soothed her with his hands, then gave her another whack, a little harder this time, and she cried out. Jesus, he loved the way she reacted, how she let go of every inhibition and gave herself over to him.

He gripped her chin from behind and tilted her head back until it rested against his shoulder. He put lips to her ear. “You like that, do you?” he whispered.