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  The printer has stopped. I pick the pages off and bring them over to the counter.

  “I need a drink.” Ronnie gets her purse out from under the counter. “You want anything from the cafe?”

  I shake my head after a second’s hesitation. I’ll take a break a later, go for a walk and get something myself. She leaves, and I study the manual. I go back to the air-con unit and check it, armed with more knowledge of what I’m looking for now. I still can’t figure out what’s wrong. Nothing looks broken. It’s just not working.

  “Damn,” I mutter as I get back down and put the ladder away.

  A couple enter and go straight towards the history section of the library. In another couple of hours it’ll be busier. I can feel myself starting to sweat. I don’t know what it is about this building, but when it’s warm out it turns into an oven, and when it’s cold out it’s like the Antarctic in here. The air-con works much better than the heating system to regulate the temperature so I’m not used to the heat.

  Apparently Ronnie isn’t either, because she walks back inside almost half an hour later wearing a ridiculously flimsy sun dress, with a popsicle in one hand and her purse in the other.

  She rolls her eyes at my disapproving glance. “The dress code can go to hell. This place is already there.”

  Normally, I’d be in agreement, but there’s something odd in her gaze that won’t let me shake off the feeling that something is wrong. With her? I don’t know. Maybe the heat is just getting to me.

  “Mmm,” she murmurs as she eats her ice-cream.

  I don’t glance her way. I’ve given up on the manual, but I keep my gaze on the page.

  I hear two little thumps and glance to my side to see Ronnie is sitting on the counter next to the fan. Her shoes are on the ground, apparently kicked off. She stretches her pale legs. Her skirt barely covers the tops of her thighs, it’s bunched up and her shoulder straps are having a hard time staying up. She sighs. “I wish I had Eden’s body.”

  “Um, what?” I hear myself asking, though I don’t think I really want to know the answer.

  The look in Ronnie’s eyes is unmistakable. It freezes me in place. No. She can’t.

  “If I looked like her you might give me a second glance,” she tells me, turning her ice-cream and letting it drip down her chest. It’s a measured move to draw my attention to the fact she isn’t wearing a bra. If I hadn’t thought of her as a second sister our whole lives and if she wasn’t still a teenager, this might have been a head turner. As it is, my skin crawls that she’d dare to think of me in that way.

  “Ronnie, the heat is obviously getting to your head. Take the afternoon off.” I can’t pretend this didn’t happen, but I’m shutting it down before she can go too far. As if dripping ice-cream down her flimsily covered body isn’t already crossing a line.

  She slides down from the counter and lets the ice-cream drop into the trash. Her gaze drifts down me before she walks past, stopping at my side to stretch onto her toes and whisper, “I know Eden has other lovers. Aren’t you entitled to something more too?”

  Her hand brushes my arm before she leaves, her purse and shoes left lying behind the counter. The couple who entered moments before approach the desk with a stack of books. I snap into work mode, intent on ignoring what just happened. My stomach churns. I know it’s not going to be that simple.

  Something’s going on. That wasn’t Ronnie. So who the hell was it?

  Chapter Five

  Eden

  When the doorbell rings, my body tenses. I’m not expecting visitors and I don’t want another nasty surprise landing on my doorstep. I’ve barely been home for a day. I consider ignoring it. Too bad Nick is already downstairs. He’ll get it, I know he will. His curiosity can’t let something like a ringing bell lie. I groan as I throw on jeans and a T-shirt. He calls up to me a second later.

  “Eden! A doctor is here to see you.”

  A doctor? For a second I’m confused, and then I remember cancelling my last appointment with Blake. Guilt hits me. I should have spoken to him properly, but in my emotional state I’d just wanted to do whatever I could to protect anyone else from becoming involved with me. It had seemed becoming one of my men paints a target on a guy’s back and I hadn’t wanted to force anyone else through that.

  I go downstairs and find Blake standing in my kitchen with Nick, agreeing to the coffee on offer.

  “Hi,” I manage, feeling nervous butterflies stir in my stomach as soon as Blake turns my way.

  “Hi, Eden,” he says with a smile. “I wanted to speak with you.”

  “Okay,” I tell him, trying not to just hear that arousing voice of his and immediately picture him naked. Too late. I’m envisioning it already. How good it would feel to have him whisper dirty thoughts in my ear while Nick goes down on me. Way to turn it into a threesome, Eden. I can’t help it. Once you’ve had two sexy guys at once, it’s kind of hard to dial back the fantasies to anything less.

  “Is there somewhere we could talk?” He glances at Nick who smiles knowingly at me.

  “Hey, just say the word, and I’ll clear out,” Nick offers, giving me a stare that I know means, ‘but you’ll have to tell me every sordid detail later’.

  “We can talk in the dining room.” I motion towards the door. If I was wondering how obvious it is that I’m into Blake, I just got my answer. He goes into the room and I follow, glancing back at Nick and catching him smirking right before he takes a sip of coffee. I might as well be naked right now, and mounting him. My attraction is so blatant.

  Blake takes a seat after a second’s hesitation. He’s wearing a T-shirt and jeans, so I’m guessing this is a day off for him. He clears his throat before he turns his gaze back on me. It’s a sombre expression he’s wearing which makes my heart drop. He’s probably about to lay into me for not taking my therapy seriously.

  “You cancelled an appointment.”

  I nod. “I’ll be honest, I’ve been feeling better and I don’t...”

  “I was glad.”

  I press my lips together as he brings out a smile that fades quickly.

  “Let me explain,” he continues. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything like this, so I apologise if this comes off desperate.”

  Oh, fuck. If he does much more talking, my panties are going to be soaked through. “Desperate?” Like I am to feel his touch?

  “Since we met I’ve felt a connection between us. Something I can’t explain, but that I know is real.”

  Oh, I just knew he was going to be one of mine. He knows it too? My fourth and final lover.

  Calm down, Eden. You pushed him back because you wanted to avoid him being hurt. Damn, the truth hurts. I already have two lives to worry about protecting from those who would harm me. Asher, I don’t need to worry about thanks to already having to save his life. He’s immortal, like me. Nick and Eli are a different story. Do I really need to add a third name to that list?

  “I feel it too,” I tell him, before I can stop myself. Damn. I can’t seem to help myself around my men.

  “So, I was hoping I could refer you to another doctor, to allow us the chance to get to know each other better.” He finishes and hits me with an expectant look. His fingers are entwined and I can see how tense he is by how hard he’s clasping them. He really hasn’t done this in a long time.

  “Sounds good.” I reach out and touch his hand and my light travels into him. Shit, what am I doing? I can’t ask him to be a part of this. I bite my lip and refuse to ask if he’s okay being with me when I have other men. With Asher and Nick, it was different. I’d known them for a long time. It was right. Even with Eli, he extended his trust so easily that falling head over heels felt natural. At this moment, all there is between Blake and I is mutual attraction. I need to spend more time with him. This is too fast.

  He relaxes and I’m certain the flash of Goddess light I sent through him contributed to that at least as much as my answer. The tension seems to completely drain
from his body. He takes a breath before he speaks again, “Look, I’ve seen the pictures online and I realise you’re going through a... wild phase. And I’m not going to try to pin you down. I just... I like you, Eden, and I want to see where it goes.”

  A wild phase? Oh, right. The pictures of me kissing Nick, and being seen around Rapture with Asher. He thinks that’s wild? Boy, is he in for a shock. Then I realise, I haven’t made my statement to the press yet. Again, I wonder if it’s too soon to explain to Blake that I’m fully committed to three men who each own a piece of my heart? Yeah, it’s way too soon to expose him to that. We really do need to get to know each other better first. Let him think it’s a wild phase for now.

  “I’m interested, but I’m not sure what this week is looking like,” I tell him, thinking about talking to my manager about going back to work. She hadn’t called me back after our meeting. I was probably looking at finding another manager before I did anything. “I might be going back to work soon.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know you were considering that.”

  “Neither did I until this morning.”

  Chapter Six

  Nick

  I watch Eden walk into the other room after the buff doctor and my smile widens. Things are going to get seriously kinky around here. I stretch out the front of my pants just thinking about it. Last night was incredible. I can hardly wait to find out how much dirtier things can get. How many men Eden wants in her bed.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, hoping she isn’t going to be too long with the doctor. It feels like the more I’m with her, the more I want her. She’s been the face of every fantasy of mine for so long, she’s the only woman I can imagine being aroused by. The only one I want to be inside of.

  The door opens and she walks the guy out. As soon as the door is front door is closed, I go to her.

  “What was that about?” I ask with a teasing tone. I know they didn’t fuck. There wasn’t time for that. But she’s fully aroused, her nipples straining the material of her skin-tight T-shirt. I know before I pull her to me, ass to my groin, and push my hand past the waistband of her jeans that she’s wet and ready to be filled. My fingers stroke through her fine hair and reach her swollen clit. She leans back against me and sighs blissfully.

  “Do we need to talk about it now?”

  I brush my lips over her shoulder as my fingers still inside her panties. “If you don’t want to talk, I can always keep my hands to myself.” My left hand is on her hip, though it’s ready to move up under her T-shirt, to stretch the fuck out of the material tweaking and stroking the big, pointed tips of her full breasts.

  “You’re telling me you won’t rub my pussy if I don’t tell you why I’m so wet for Blake.”

  My fingers dip lower and find her slick. “He didn’t take you. The guy must be crazy.”

  She sighs. “I’m supposed to have four lovers. I found that out while I was in L.A. I think he’s going to be the fourth.”

  Interesting. “I don’t know how he could resist being alone with you.”

  She laughs. “We were alone plenty of times, Nick, before this happened.”

  “Yeah. I plead temporary insanity every single one of those times.” I start to work her clit the way she likes it and she stretches for me, arching her back against me and spreading her legs a little wider. I don’t let my other hand move to her breasts until she’s already moaning under my touch. I’m too impatient to work my way slowly under the material, so I push her top up over the peaks to get easy access.

  “Oh, Nick,” she says with a gasp.

  I move my hips slowly, rubbing my straining dick against her ass. I’m desperate to strip away the fabric and be inside of her, but we’ve got all day together. I know there will be time for everything we want and more.

  The creak of the stairs makes me turn as Eden starts to come, wriggling against me. My gaze falls on Eli. The guy is built, and that towel looks like it’s barely holding together around his waist. He’s looking a little tired, but his dark eyes seem aflame when they come to rest on our woman. Fuck. Is he the jealous type? I guess we’re about to find out.

  He hesitates for a moment before he walks toward us. My dick twitches as I wait for his response to finding us locked in this embrace. My left hand drops from Eden’s breasts to her waist, but I don’t remove the other from her panties. Her eyes open.

  She gasps in a breath, and I can imagine how wide her eyes have gotten realising we’re not alone. “Eli. Are you...”

  He moves in close and kisses her hungrily as I start to work my fingers into Eden’s pussy. She kisses him back eagerly, her arms pulling him in close. She’s drenched now, and her legs shake a little. I’m certain that reaction is courtesy of the pleasure of having two men pay her attention at once. It happened a few times last night.

  Eli moves back slightly and then dips his head to her breasts. She arches a little more to push them closer to him.

  “Hold on,” I tell them, moving back A few steps to lean against the counter. I wrap an arm around her waist, and pull my hand out of her panties. “We need these jeans off,” I tell her.

  Her hands drop to unzip them. They fall to the ground and she kicks them away, along with her panties. “Better?”

  I kiss her when her head turns to me. “Much.”

  Eli drops the towel. I lift Eden into place, feeling my dick throb in my jeans and knowing now isn’t the time to mention double penetration to the guy who just got shot protecting Eden’s BFF. He moves between our spread legs and I feel Eden tense as she takes him. Then she relaxes and wraps her legs around his waist. I loosen my grip to let her bounce a little. The friction of her ass against my jeans is bringing me close to the edge already. She twists one arm back to stroke through my hair as she takes Eli’s dick. I kiss her neck and use one hand to tease her nipples while he fucks her slowly against me. She’s pinned between us and each moan and gasp shows just how much she’s loving every second.

  As impatient as I am to have everything I’m imagining, I know this is only the beginning and that calms my desires enough to allow Eli to finish. He moves back as Eden starts to breathe like she’s going to faint. I feel wet between the legs suddenly, but it’s his spunk, not mine. Fuck. I can’t believe I haven’t come. I’m so hard I’m surprised my dick hasn’t just punched out through my jeans.

  Eden’s legs tremble as she sets them down. I hold her against me, to keep her from falling.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine,” she says. “I didn’t think a girl could have too many orgasms, but I might be wrong.”

  She pulls at me to let go. I refuse.

  “I’ll carry you to bed. You look like you could use the rest.”

  “I’m fine, Nick, let go.”

  I let go reluctantly when she insists. She kisses Eli before pushing him back. Then she gets on her knees in front of me. I watch her unbutton my jeans, and I know what she’s going to do. Her flushed face is gorgeous and one glance at how euphoric she looks when she takes my dick into her mouth is enough to send me over the edge within seconds. I shudder as I come hard, straight down her throat. She quickly inches all the way down my length and swallows over and over until every last drop has been drunk.

  “That’s definitely your special power.”

  She gets up, licking her lips. “Yours seems to be making everything so steamy I can barely handle it.”

  I have to grin. “I live to please.”

  She smiles as she pulls her T-shirt down and I pull her into a hug. I’m not immediately aroused again, but give it five minutes. I glance at Eli, who has wrapped the towel back around his bottom half. His gaze is on her ass. He’ll be into double penetration. Maybe I’ll even get to be the guy on top with him. Okay, yeah, that wasn’t even five minutes.

  “Are you hard again, Nick?” Eden sounds like she can’t believe it.

  “It’s a phantom hard-on,” I lie, with a smile. “Happens because you’re partially clothed. It’ll go away on its own,
ignore it.”

  She runs her hand over it. “Ignore it?”

  “If you keep touching it, I’ll have to fuck you over this counter while Eli watches. You won’t get any rest today, Eden. We’ll keep that pussy of yours filled until you can’t move a muscle anymore.”

  She tightens her grip. “Promise?”

  “Oh, fuck,” Eli whispers.

  Eden strokes me as her lips curl into a smile. “Promise, Nick.”

  I grip her ass and pull her in closer. “I promise, Eden.”

  Chapter Seven

  Eli

  I woke up a little groggy but the shower took care of that. I’d looked for Eden, but she wasn’t around. At least not upstairs. When I got down to find her coming at Nick’s hands in the middle of the kitchen I got a vivid flashback to my dream. This is what I’d accepted by becoming one of her men. The reality made me pause, but only for a second.

  This was what Eden wanted. I would do anything to please the woman who’d accepted me in spite of my transgressions. I found out within a few seconds of kissing her that I wanted this too. I could feel her excitement as he touched her between her legs while I turned my attentions to her breasts.

  My cock strained against the towel. I wanted to be inside of her. It all happened so quickly, and it wasn’t really sharing. She was wedged between us, but I was the one fucking her. Watching the woman I love get to her knees to swallow the dick of another man was a little strange, I’ll admit. When it came right down to it, I found myself more aroused than anything else. I’d expected some measure of jealousy to kick in but I didn’t feel it.

  When Nick issued his challenge, my heart started to race. The moment Eden accepted it, I knew I was committed completely to this strange relationship of ours. Eden insisted on moving to the bedroom after Nick made good on his promise to screw her over the counter. Hearing her moan under him made me rock-hard all over again. I picked her up and she gave me a concerned look.