Lovestruck (Rock Goddess Reverse Harem Book 1) Page 11

  “Oh, Eden.” His breathing is erratic now, his thrusts coming faster.

  I slide a hand between my legs and stroke my clit as he starts to come inside me. My climax hits as his is slowing and he gasps, “I fucking love you.”

  “I fucking love your dick.”

  He pulls it out of me and his fingers slip out of my ass. “Holy hell,” he breathes. “Sorry, I got a little ambitious there. Couldn’t believe we were going to do that. That you’d let me fuck your ass.”

  “We’re gonna need lube for that.” There was no way in hell his monster cock would get in there otherwise.

  “Any stores around here sell some?” He smiles as he pulls me to my feet. “Preferably late-night stores. That I can get to in ten minutes before my boner comes rushing back.”

  I hit him in the arm. “We can wait, until we get some.”

  He sighs. “I don’t know. I might die tonight. That was too good. You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about having you like this. Your body is fucking incredible, Eden.”

  He kisses me, pulling me in close. My nipples harden against his chest and he moans into my mouth. His hand squeezes my ass and the fingers he’d eased into it before start to rub against the hole again. He brings his other hand around the front to my clit and strokes as the fingers on his other hand plunge into my ass. I start to gasp at the sensation and he muffles the sound with his persistent kiss. His movements force my nipples to rub against his chest, sparking fresh waves of desire that travel down to my swollen clit. Fucking me with his fingers, he makes me come hard and fast. Being rocked against him in this restrictive way feels so insanely incredible that I can barely stand straight when he moves back.

  His dick is rock hard again when I look at him, sinking to sit onto the sofa because my legs have gone weak. But he’s moving to get his jeans.

  “Nick, you’re not actually going out to look for a store, are you?”

  He laughs. “No. But I’m not going to fuck you again until we get some lube.”

  “Don’t tell me that’s the only way you like it?” I smile at him. “I saw how you looked when I was going down on you. You were so close…”

  “I think it might be your special talent. I mean besides having the voice of an angel with a naughty side. It’s not the only way I like it. Your pussy felt incredible.”

  “So why deprive it of your manhood?”

  “So, you can do your best to convince me otherwise.” He smiles. “It’ll turn me on.”

  I get up and move closer. “Drop those jeans and sit down on the couch.”

  He does as told, and I kneel between his legs. “I’m kind of disappointed that this didn’t take more convincing.” I begin to stroke and lick, easing his cock into my mouth.

  “This is definitely your special talent. Holy hell, Eden.”

  I move once he starts to groan, climbing into his lap and sliding down onto his slick cock. He bends his head to my breast and latches onto my right nipple. I rock on him slowly, gazing into his eyes once he’s done teasing my nipples into swollen points.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  His arms wrap around me and his lips grind against mine as I quicken my motions. He grabs my hips and slows me down every time I try to speed up to hit the climax I’m chasing.

  He shakes his head as he breaks his lips away from mine. “I want to do this slow. I want you on me like this all fucking night. Keeping me hard and so close to losing it. I never want this to end.”

  “This isn’t an ending, Nick. It’s a beginning.”

  He nods but there’s still a sort of desperation, a need in his eyes. “I just want this night to last.”

  So, we make it last. And when it does end, we’re both spent and satisfied. So much so that I forget where I am. We both do. I fall asleep in his arms on the couch, a throw he pulled from under one of the coffee tables covering us though we’re both warm from our exertions. Sleep claims me within seconds, his soft kiss on my neck

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  * * *

  NICK

  I’ve never been a morning person. Doesn’t seem to matter what I try. Even waking up with the woman I’ve been obsessing over, naked and pressed tight against my erection, doesn’t quite make me capable of moving. Other than to rub against her a little before I try to get back to sleep.

  She gasps suddenly and breaks out of my grasp. “Shit!”

  I frown at her through narrowed eyes. “What?”

  “We’ve been here all night, Nick.”

  “So?” I’m trying not to sound grumpy, but it’s hard. I want to go back to sleep. I want her back next to me.

  “So, we left Skyler and Cain…”

  I snort. “Those two? Eden they probably dance-fucked all night to Skyler’s shitty music.”

  She gasps at me. “Nick!”

  “He’s her back-up guy. She fucks him when she’s bored. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice.”

  I sit up when it becomes obvious she’s getting dressed. “No, she doesn’t.”

  “Yes, she does.”

  She frowns at me.

  I rub at my eyes and stifle a yawn. “I’ve caught them before. I don’t know why she wouldn’t tell you.”

  She sighs. “It doesn’t matter. I need to get home.”

  “Why?” I don’t get why she’s being so panicky. It’s not like she has a curfew. We’re not kids. “Is this about Logan?”

  “No. It’s… He’s supposed to be leaving today. He’ll notice we were out all night. I don’t know if that might change his plans.”

  “It’s your house, Eden. Kick him out.” Now I’m awake, and no less grumpy for it. Why is she so worried about that prick? “Promise me, he’s not the other guy.”

  “I already promised you. It’s not him.”

  “Then who?” I really feel like I need to know now. To be sure.

  “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to know. You don’t know him. He doesn’t know you.”

  And she’d like to keep it that way. I stretch a little. “Hmm. Maybe I don’t need to know right now.” But I’m definitely going to want to find out later. It’s too intriguing not to play on my mind. What’s he like? Is he into anything kinky?

  “I need to go, Nick. I’ll call you later.”

  I nod, shrug and lie back down. More sleep now. Everything else later.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  * * *

  EDEN

  I can’t find Skyler in the club, but the front door is unlocked so I suspect she and Cain went back to my place. My stomach churns when I think about Logan. He’s going to know I stayed out. He’s going to assume I was with Asher. That’s going to piss him off, and he’s already pissed off.

  I leave the club and take my phone out of my purse. Skyler texted to tell me she was heading back, and that she hoped I was having fun with Nick. Asher texted to ask me out. Tonight.

  I reply to Skyler, asking if Logan left yet. I don’t want to text Asher back until I know Logan’s leaving.

  The walk home seems to take forever. It usually does in heels.

  I wonder about Skyler and Cain, but there’s no way I can ask. It would feel too invasive. As close as I’ve been with Skyler, we don’t share too many details when it comes to men. Telling her I’d slept with Logan was the most intimate thing I’d ever shared with her, and that had been out of complete and utter desperation.

  I get a text back from Skyler when I’m just outside the house.

  He’s gone.

  I breathe out a sigh of relief as I enter the house. Skyler’s sitting at the kitchen counter, eating from a bowl; slices of fruit that Cain probably cut up for her. My friend avoids menial tasks as much as possible.

  “Logan made me swear we wouldn’t leave until there was a security team in place.” She rolls her eyes. “Cain called the company. They’re going to hook you up. Might take a few days so… girl time?”

  “I might have a date tonight.” I know if I blow Asher
off, I’ll end up with Nick. Even if it’s only because I end up at his club with Skyler. It doesn’t seem fair to Asher.

  She sticks out her tongue. “Aw boo. Didn’t you get enough of Nick last night?”

  I just smile. There’s no way in hell I’m telling her I’m dating someone else. She’d call it playing the field, and that’s not what this is. Even if my sex drive is through the roof, I’m only involved with men I care about, men who care about me. It’s not the fuck-buddy situation she’ll assume it into.

  “Hey, wait a sec. Nick’s club opens tonight. He’s calling that a date?”

  Damn. She’s too good. I don’t answer, I just try to think of something we can do now to change the subject. I text Asher back and agree to meet him when he finishes work. Cain isn’t Logan. He won’t freak because I need to leave the house alone. Speaking of…

  “We can do lunch? I just need to get showered and changed. Where’s Cain?”

  She snorts. “He’s sleeping off the hangover. We got really fucking smashed last night.”

  “How smashed?” I wonder. Was Nick pulling my leg about her sleeping with Cain? Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like it’s an insane notion. He’s attractive and he seems like a decent guy, but Skyler just isn’t into relationships. She never has been, as far as she tells it. It’s one more reason I don’t share much about mine. We have totally different ideas about men. She doesn’t like to be seen with the same one twice. Which is why I can’t wrap my head around her sleeping with one she spends so much time with.

  “Cain crashed out on the dance floor. He was actually snoring. I had to throw a drink in his face to wake him up.” She shakes her head. “He can’t handle alcohol. It’s funny. He’s so big, and it takes so little to just wipe him out.”

  “You try to get him drunk a lot?” There’s warmth in her voice, but I’m not convinced it means anything. Skyler has a lot of friends she cares about. She’s not talking about him like he’s special.

  She laughs. “Only when I’m bored. Hurry up and get dressed. I want to get out and see what this town has to offer.”

  Now, that sounded more like Skyler. I go upstairs to my room and pick out jeans and a T-shirt before I go into the bathroom. I don’t see the note until I make to run the shower. The lipstick-marked mirror is reflected in the mirror on the wall of the bathtub. My skin crawls as I turn to read it.

  The writing is in broken block capitals which makes it easy to understand. My skin crawls as I stare at the message. The words are horrible, but that isn’t what makes me feel sick to my stomach. Someone had gotten into the house. Someone who harbored malicious intent towards me. I turn and throw up into the toilet. I don’t stop heaving until my stomach is emptied.

  When I’m done throwing up, I flush and get up and splash water on my face. Then I go into the hallway, and roar, “Cain! Sky! Someone’s been in the house.”

  I’m almost afraid to move. It seems clear that leaving a note meant the person had left, but it made my skin crawl to think someone had been here at all. I rush to the top of the stairs as Cain comes running along the hall, in his underwear, his dark eyes alert.

  “What is it? What’s happened?” He sounds kind of out of breath, and he looks a little green. Damn Skyler for getting him drunk out of boredom.

  Sky walks up the stairs. “Did you yell?”

  “Someone’s been in the house. They wrote a note on the mirror in my bathroom.” My heart is hammering. I need to know what happened. I rush into my room and check the note Sasha had left with the book. The writing is entirely different. That’s a slim chance anyway, but I damn well need to know how she’d gotten in now.

  Cain and Sky rush into the bathroom as I check the balcony door. It’s still locked. It made the most sense as an entry point though. Damn it, Logan had been right about getting CCTV cameras. I wish I’d listened.

  “Oh my God, Eden. This is fucked up.” Sky’s face is pale when she comes out of the bathroom.

  I see Cain on his phone. “Don’t let him call Logan.”

  “That’s what you’re worried about right now? Seriously?”

  I shiver. “I just… It’s weird that the day he leaves, this happens.”

  “What are you… You think he could have done this?”

  “No. I don’t think so, but it’s a pretty big fucking coincidence.”

  “Shit.” Sky looks at Cain. “Call the cops, not your company.”

  She put an arm around me. “We’ll get this figured out. Is there a hotel or something we could stay in maybe?”

  I shake my head. “There isn’t. Not in town. Closest place is a rundown looking motel, like ten miles away.”

  “Damn.” She shivers. “Okay. Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.”

  I listen to Cain’s voice as he recites the words from the note, “Go back to L.A., whore. This is my town and you’re not welcome. Stay, and you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

  Chapter Thirty

  * * *

  ASHER

  I manage to convince everyone I’m not a liability by being at work and not causing any catastrophes within the first hour. The day is off to a much better start than yesterday.

  Until Diana walks into the library. Few women have had a profound effect on my life. My mother, my sister, Eden, and the bitch I took to prom and couldn’t seem to get rid of for years. Diana is stunningly beautiful, and she knows it. She enjoys bending men to her will, forcing them to change for her, forcing them to give up things they love for one night in her bedroom.

  I lost count of the number of times I promised myself I wouldn’t go near her ever again. Of course, it was never my choice. She came to me, whenever she felt like it, and I pushed her away, but never hard enough, and she sank her claws in as deep as she dared. Ripped out another piece of me before she crawled back under her rock.

  I force a smile as she approaches. Things are different now.

  “Asher,” she says, as if it’s such a wonderful surprise to find me here, where I work. “I’m so glad I found you.”

  “Damn, I thought I was hiding so well.” I shrug. “What the hell do you want, Diana?”

  “What do I want…” She seems to consider it. Her little act ceased being endearing a long time ago, but she never seems to get tired of it. “Asher, you make it sound like I only come to see you when I want something. I feel offended.”

  “Feel however you like.” I always feel a little guilty being mean to her, but I don’t know what choice I have. I can’t let her get to me again.

  “Okay, fine.” She drops the pretence and pulls a face. “I’ve been thinking about how badly I treated you and I want to make amends.”

  For a split second, I think this ties in with the better luck I’ve been having. Then I realize she almost got me with her sincere sounding bullshit. Again.

  “You want to make amends? The only way you can do that is to stay away from me.” I hold her gaze, so she can see I mean it. No amount of wheedling, pleading, or sexually aggressive action is going to force me to bend.

  “Well, well.” She smiles slowly. “Look who grew a pair.”

  Her hand moves towards me and I step back from the counter. “I mean it, Diana.”

  There’s a storm in her eyes now. She’s pissed that she hasn’t been able to manipulate me. Of course. She dressed to impress, in a tight but tastefully reserved dress. Wore her long, dark hair down. She even spritzed on the perfume I stupidly bought her when I thought we were dating. The closest approximation I’d found of Eden’s. It smelled more cloying on Diana, less intoxicating.

  “You’ll get sick of being one of many, Asher. You think she isn’t manipulating you? You’re blind.”

  She walks out as her words sink in. The bitch always seems to know more than she should. I know it shouldn’t bother me. I’m used to her bullshit. But those damn retreating shots of hers play on my mind. I know Eden is nothing like her. I know she said what she did to get me to question the woman I love. It doesn’t ma
tter that I don’t trust Diana, or that I know why she said what she did. She’s already done the damage.

  Chapter Thirty-One

  * * *

  EDEN

  Afraid to be alone, I stick close to Sky and Cain. We went into one of the spare rooms, after calls were made to the police and Cain’s security company. I showered with the bathroom door open and the two of them waiting for me in the bedroom. The clothes I picked turned out to be a denim skirt and a backless vest. That’s what I get for grabbing the first things I pulled out of my drawers.

  I don’t care. I’m cleaned up now, and at least feeling a little refreshed.

  I step out of the bathroom and Sky looks up from the bed. “Ready?”

  I nod. It’s likely to be a long afternoon. The cops will have questions and the security company was sending men to search the house and start a proper schedule. Apparently, the emergency was enough to let it happen.

  We walk down the stairs and Sky takes my hand. “I was thinking…”

  I glance at her. “What?”

  “I know this is like one of those things where you can’t let the bastards win, but maybe you should come back to L.A. Like, just for a while? We can shop and…”

  “I can’t go back.” I’m done with it. Burnt out. I’d only just begun to find my muse again, and it had only happened because I came back home, because I’d started to accept the truth about myself.

  “Edie!”

  “Ugh. Don’t call me that.” I head straight to the kitchen fridge.

  “Okay then, Eden.” She follows me over. “Most people don’t deal with a break-up by moving to another place. It’s been six months since you left Hunter. I know you’re not hung up on him. The whole thing with Logan never would have happened if you were.”