Wicked Garden (9 page)

Her pussy was sopping wet again. As her sex clenched and throbbed, she squeezed her thighs together and gasped when a tiny orgasm rocked her. She looked up and saw Billy’s eyes were still on fire, still devouring her.

“Jesus you’re beautiful. Absolutely steal-my-fucking-breath beautiful, Eden.”

Her heart damn near turned over in her chest.

He released her shoulder and his hand moved down to cup the underswell of her left breast. His thumb brushed a thick rivulet of come from the tip of her nipple and he brought it to her lips.

Eden opened her mouth and sucked his thumb inside, swirling her tongue, savoring his taste.

“Again.” Billy dragged his finger through the sticky wetness cooling on her breast and held the offering to her.

Eyes on his, she licked away every drop.

They made it through two more rounds of erotic finger painting before Jon said brusquely, “Enough. It’s my turn and after that little display I’m hard enough I could fuck her clear through the wall.” Jon helped Eden to her feet and wiped away the remnants of Billy’s spent passion.

She shivered at the cool washcloth skating over her heated skin, wondering when Jon had left the room. No surprise neither she nor Billy noticed.

“Eden.” Jon’s melodic voice tickled her ear and she trembled.

“What?”

He didn’t answer immediately, he lazily traced every vertebrae down her spine, causing the buzzing sensation in her skin to hum back to life. She’d never experienced arousal this prolonged. Never believed she could ache for more.

“I want you.” Jon’s teeth sank into the slope of her shoulder and she cried out from the pleasurable nip of pain. His next words and his hot breath burned her like a brand. “But I want to tie you up first.”

“Why?”

“Not only do I get off thinking about fucking you as deep and as long as I want, but it’s a way for you to give yourself over to us, before we take you completely.” He clasped her hands together behind her back, twisting the bandanas around her wrists again. Then he gently spun her around. “Close your eyes.”

Eden feared she might topple over from too much stimulation on her sex organs and not enough blood reaching her brain.

Soft, moist lips drifted down her jawline, starting on the left side below her earlobe, ending at the right. Those sweetly arousing lips traveled up her hairline from her temple across her forehead and down the left side. Then Jon rained kisses on her eyelids. Her cheekbones. The corners of her mouth before taking her mouth in a wet, sizzling kiss that robbed her lungs of air and her mind of reason.

“On the bed.” Jon crawled on first and stretched out on his back. He rolled on a condom and looked at Billy. “Help her. She’s going to be facing you as she’s riding me.”

Anticipation quickened her pulse. Without use of her hands it was difficult to balance, but Billy steadied her, helping her straddle Jon’s pelvis.

“Your knees need to be wider.”

Eden shot him a panicked look over her shoulder. “But I’ll fall forward.”

Jon smacked her ass and she yelped. “No, you won’t. I’ll be holding your hips. Now spread ’em.”

Billy braced her shoulders as she lowered on Jon’s cock.

“Oh yeah, you’re really wet.” He guided his shaft inside her to the hilt and stilled all movement. His hands floated up her bound arms. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Slow and easy. Let Billy tend to you while I enjoy your beautiful body and prep you to take both of us.”

Her eyes were focused on Billy as Jon began to rock his hips. The movement was subtle but accurate. The widest portion of his cockhead continually pressed her G-spot.

“Oh. That’s good.” She gasped. “Really good.”

Billy caught her next gasp in his mouth. His tongue speared past her lips, languidly dueling with hers. His hand stretched from her collarbone and curled around her neck, holding her in place. He flattened his other hand and it drifted down her quivering belly. The long middle finger reached her bikini line and kept going until the tip connected with her clit. He rubbed tiny circles and more wetness flooded her pussy.

Jon fucked her in a steady rocking motion. His hands roved from her calves to her arms to the crack of her ass in a constant caress. “So beautiful. Every part of you.”

She was teetering on the edge of complete meltdown. Jon controlled her sex and the movement of her hips; Billy controlled her mouth and her clit.

And her heart.

No time for that emotional detour now.

Concentrate on nothing but physical pleasure and the pulsing, throbbing, sexual adoration these men are bestowing on you.

Billy put his mouth on her ear. “It’s right there, Eden.” He increased the pace of his stroking finger. “Scream, baby. Come for me. Come for Jon.”

Just like that, her body erupted. She cried out as her clit spasmed and her internal muscles clamped down on Jon’s cock like a vise. Surge after surge bombarded her.

When the throbs became little pulses, Billy licked the sweat running down her throat, latched onto the sweet spot on her neck with his mouth and sucked, shooting her into orbit again. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, stop. I can’t take any more.”

“Ssh. Baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Breath sawed in and out of her mouth. She had to rely on Billy to keep her upright. “Please.”

“Eden. Look at me.” He tilted her chin up and she blinked her eyes open. “I need you to turn around so Jon and I can take you together, okay?”

“But—”

“This is what you wanted.”

You’re what I wanted. You’re all I ever wanted.

Why couldn’t he see that?

And just for a moment, she thought he did realize it when he murmured, “Trust us. Trust me. This is a one time only wicked, wild thing, remember?”

Jon untied her hands and massaged her wrists. He patted her ass and she lifted on her knees, letting his still hard erection slip free from her sheath. Then Eden threw her leg over Jon’s hip and faced him.

His grin was pure conquering warrior. “I apologize in advance. This ain’t gonna last long, because I’m about to blow.”

“You don’t have to prove your staying power to me. You’ve wrung me out.”

Plastic crinkled behind her as Billy donned a condom.

Jon gathered her against his chest and kissed her. Keeping her focus on the soft, wet, warm recess of his mouth as Billy coated her puckered hole with cool gel.

Eden shuddered with want when Billy inserted one slippery finger past the ring of muscles. More gel, another finger coating her, stretching her. Fucking her. Marking her.

“So tight. So hot. So
mine
.” Fingers were replaced with the head of his cock. “Gonna be good, but baby, it’ll be hard and short.”

“Such an adventurous girl, taking us both on. How’s it gonna feel to be stuffed with cock?” Jon cranked her head to the side and sucked the sensitive skin above her collarbone, ratcheting her need another level.

A tickling tongue zigzagged up her spine. “Ready?” Billy breathed against the back of her head.

“Past ready. Do it now.”

Billy canted her pelvis to his liking. Jon reached between their bodies, poising his cock at the entrance to her pussy.

They plunged into her simultaneously.

“Oh God.” She felt every twitch and jerk of their cocks in her ass and her pussy and her womb, even when they weren’t moving.

Billy stayed in place while Jon pulled out. Then they switched. Back and forth. Their bodies shook uncontrollably, yet they kept an easy, careful penetration. But that wasn’t what Eden wanted. She wanted roughness, no-holds-barred passion. To be used shamelessly. “Stop.”

Both men froze. Jon said, “Are we hurting you?”

“No. I want you to let loose. I want you guys to fuck me like you mean it.” She tightened her anus and her pussy around their cocks and they both hissed. “I won’t break.” She turned her head and challenged Billy. “But I dare you to try.”

Billy snarled, “You asked for it,” and rammed deep.

Jon twisted his fingers in her hair and jerked her head up so he could watch his cock impaling her. Over and over.

They fucked her without pause. Thrusting together. Each taking what they needed. Sandwiched between slick, hard, pounding bodies, surrounded by the scents of sex and the sound of primal male grunts, she started to come apart with a prolonged scream of complete female satisfaction, taking both men over the edge with her.

No one said a word.

Billy pulled out first and left the room. She rolled off Jon, landing flat on her back on the mattress. Several seconds passed as she acclimated her breathing.

Then Jon’s serious face was above hers. “You’re beautiful. Thank you for sharing yourself with me one last time.”

“Oh, I see. Now that you’ve proven your rock star penchant for threesomes, you’re tossing me out?”

“No.” He pushed a section of hair behind her ear. “I’m stepping aside.”

“What?”

“We’re still friends, great friends, but no more friends with bennies. Billy is a great guy and he really cares about you.”

“How do you know?”

“Any man who’d willingly share his woman with another man because that’s what she wanted, even when it makes him see red, is a man insanely in love.”

“But—”

“No buts. Trust in it. Trust in him. Be happy, dollface. You deserve it.” He kissed her forehead. Like a friend would. “Now scram. I need my beauty sleep.”

Eden hopped off the bed and dressed, noticing Billy’s clothes were already gone.

He faced her. “Hey, beautiful. You okay?”

“Yeah. Worn out. I should go.”

No. Stay.
He smiled tightly. “I’ll walk you out.” It surprised him when she reached for his hand as they left the condo and walked to her car.

Cicadas sang in the trees, filling the silence.

Finally she spoke. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Are you done with the Feather Light project?”

“Almost.”

“What happens now?”

“I’ll have a final decision by tomorrow.” Feeling helpless, he let go of her and shoved his hands in his jeans. “You know I have to give the city my recommendation first?”

She nodded and glanced away.

But not before he caught her hopeless look. Were her eyes tearing up? Or was that a trick of the moonlight? His stomach muscles knotted. “Come over for dinner tomorrow night.”

Her suspicious gaze whipped back to him. “You cook?”

“No. But I do a mean take-out order. It’ll give us some time alone before—”

“—you go back to Chicago.”

“Does it bother you? The thought of me leaving?”

“It doesn’t surprise me.” After opening the SUV door, she stopped. “Good luck with your reports. Call me tomorrow and let me know what time I should come over.”

“Eden—”

“Goodnight, Billy.” The door clicked shut. She started the engine, the radio blared Stone Temple Pilots and she sped off.

“That went well,” he said to her taillights.

Several hours later Billy rubbed the grit from his eyes. Decision made, he signed off on the report, printed two copies and hastily shoved the sheaf of papers on top of the desk in the living room.

He’d drop off the original tomorrow. Maybe put it off until the next day if it’d give him more time with Eden. He crawled in bed, unsure for the first time in his career whether he’d made the best choice.

The white ceiling wasn’t particularly interesting, but he stared at it for an eternity before he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

The doorbell dinged.

Eden slunk in wearing a skin-tight black cat suit and a cat-like grin. “Hope I’m not too early.”

Billy wrapped his hand around her neck and took her mouth. The taste of her burst on his tongue. “Might be a little early for dessert.”

“Mmm.” Her dainty fingertips traced a straight line from his throat to his stomach, lingering on the waistband of his jeans. “I was thinking more along the lines of an appetizer.” On tiptoes, she brushed a fleeting kiss on his chin. “But I guess I can wait for dessert, if you can.” She sauntered to the breakfast bar separating the small kitchen and the living area.

Damn. He drooled at the curve of her ass and followed her like a dog on a leash. He’d need every ounce of patience to survive the night. While he poured the wine, she silently assessed the condo’s sparse furnishings.

“What’s your apartment like in Chicago?”

“A lot like this.” Boring. Bland. Lonely. “Although it does have a better view.”

Eden murmured her thanks when he passed her a glass of red wine. “You’ve made your decision?”

“Yes. But you know I can’t tell you—”

“I know.” A beat passed, then two. “I am anxious, but mostly because I’m not sure
what
I want anymore.”

“Professionally?”

“And personally.”

If he said the wrong thing she’d clam up. He kept his tone offhand. “Well, you already own a charming bungalow with the picket fence. Looking for a husband and the 2.5 kids to go along with it?”

“I have three hundred kids right now who count on me,” she said dryly. “It’s a pretty hefty responsibility. Besides, I can’t imagine with my upbringing that I’d have any parenting skills.” She poured merlot in her empty glass. “I’ve focused all my energies at the center. I don’t have time for much else. Didn’t you say your social life was pathetic? Mine is worse. My friends are more forgiving than the men who’ve tried to have a relationship with me.”

“Which is why hooking up with Jon works out?”

“Yeah. We’ve been buddies since college. No chance either of us wants more.” She smiled. “Last night was unbelievably hot.”

“No regrets?”

“No. But it’s not an experience I ever have to repeat. Guess I’m more of a one-woman man.”

He’d be that man if he had anything to say about it. “So, if you’ve been hooking up with Jon whenever the mood strikes you, when was your last actual relationship?”

“Three years ago.”

“How long did it last?”

Eden’s eyes narrowed. “How long did
your
most recent relationship last, Billy?”

“The longest relationship I’ve ever had lasted a month.”

She truly looked shocked. “So what is wrong with us?”

“Maybe we’re not willing to settle for second best when we’ve had the real thing.”

“Real? Lord. We were so young neither of us knew what that meant.”

Billy angled across the counter and briefly placed his mouth over hers. “I know you don’t want to talk about this. But what we had ten years ago was real.”

The timer on the stove dinged.
Saved by the bell
. Billy dropped the discussion. “Come on. Let’s eat.”

During dinner Eden was as animated, slyly sarcastic and charming as ever. After they’d devoured the meal, she washed the dishes while he dried. Peace settled over him. What would it be like to come home to her every night? While her hands were occupied, he snugged his body behind hers, holding aside her silky hair so he could trail warm kisses down her neck.

She angled her head letting him take what he wanted.

“Coffee?” he murmured.

“No. I’m too wired the way it is.”

“Why?”

“Partially because you’ve made the decision regarding the center and you’re so damn good at hiding it. Partially because I’m anxious to be with you all sweaty and naked in the dark.”

He chuckled. “Soon. But I have a surprise for you first, so why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?”

She spun around and placed a soapy hand over his heart. “Billy, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“I know. I wanted to.” He’d meant to say something witty, but the seriousness in those tawny depths changed his mind. “I can’t think for wanting you. Just you.” His mouth met hers in a sweet, slow, bone-melting kiss. “Go sit down before I forget my own damn name.”

She turned on her high heel and left him gawking after her like a tongue-tied boy.

Once Billy regained control, he removed the box from the fridge and dimmed the lights in the living room.

Eden was tucked in the corner of the white leather couch. She looked so small, so wary. So damn perfect his heart nearly stopped.

He handed her the clear plastic box. “This is for you.”

A beat passed. “That’s exactly like the corsage you gave me for prom.”

“I know. Remember you threw it at my head when I took off?”

“Pretty childish, huh?”

“No. It was childish I left without explaining why.”

Eden’s lower lip trembled before she firmed it. “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I can’t believe you’d think I’d forget.” Billy helped her to her feet and slipped the corsage from the package. The heavy scent of gardenia filled the room. Eden held out her wrist, he slid the stretchy silver band over her small hand.

An eternity passed as she fingered the white roses surrounding the creamy gardenia. She lifted the corsage and inhaled. “Why?”

“To show you I’ve never forgotten you. Leaving you is the only thing in my life I regret. Can we go back in time, just for tonight and be those two people who were so crazy for each other?”

Eden fought a wave of tears. Dammit. She should tell Billy the truth. She wanted him the way he was
now
—the gentle, thrilling, demanding man he’d become and not the confused young man he’d been.

Before the end of the night she’d tell Billy how she felt about him. Before she found out his decision on the community center. Before she lost her nerve and let him walk out of her life again. “I’m still crazy about you, Billy.”

“Show me.”

His gentle caresses turned energetic. Mouths, which had teased with slow, deep, wet kisses, became frantic. When Billy pulled his lips away, Eden whimpered and tried to reconnect their hunger.

“No. I want to do this right. We have all the time in the world.” He opened his hot mouth on the tender skin beneath her jaw line and sucked.

She allowed him this fantasy and repeated the words she’d said that night at the Motel 6. “Make love to me.”

Billy studied her face, his blue eyes filled with longing. Slowly, too slowly, his deft fingers peeled the silky material off her shoulders and down her arms. Breathing unevenly, his hands clenched on her hips, he merely stared at her.

Her skin tightened, spreading the aching, needy feeling throughout her body. “You gonna gawk at me all night?”

“Maybe.” He tugged until her one-piece outfit slithered to the carpet. Clad in black bikini panties and a black demi-bra, she shifted on the knee-high spike-heeled black leather boots and kicked her clothes away.

“Should I call you ‘Mistress Eden’ in that get-up?” One blunt finger traveled from the hollow of her throat to the dip in her navel, sending waves of heat rippling across her skin. “Or should I ask if you have a cat-o’-nine tails hidden in your purse?”

“Seems you’re well-acquainted with pleasure tools. Got some bondage fantasies, Mr. Buchanan?” she murmured silkily.

“Only with you. Next time, leave the boots on, but for now, take them off. I want to feel nothing except your skin on mine.”

Eden sensed Billy’s control had stretched to a thin line. She sought to shatter it.

She swiveled her hips, bracing her hands on the back of the couch. With her back flattened, her ass curved up in blatant enticement. Exposing the dampness between her thighs was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, but she did it anyway. Glancing over her shoulder, she wet her lips. “A little help removing the boots? I’m having a hard time catching my balance.”

“I’m having a hard time catching my breath.” Next thing she knew, Billy slung her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and was striding to the bedroom like his feet were on fire.

She squealed, “Billy!” when he sharply smacked her ass.

“You definitely need to learn submission.” He tossed her on the bed and yanked her boots off. Darkness disappeared as he lit the candles lined up on the nightstand.

She melted as easily as candle wax when faced with his romantic side. “Maybe I’m dominant. I like being on top.”

“You’ll get your chance later. For now,” he started to unbutton his dress shirt, “you get to be on the bottom.”

Soon as he was naked, Billy swept the bedding to the floor. Eased her panties off, unhooked her bra. In one graceful move he tumbled them both to the mattress, her underneath him.

The coolness of the cotton sheets on her back exaggerated the feverish feeling of his heated skin on hers. She couldn’t help the small shudder of anticipation.

“Cold?” he asked, smoothing tangles of hair away from her face.

She shook her head.

His hand looked enormous drifting down her body, so capable of exacting pleasure as it skimmed over her beaded nipples, past the indent of her navel to disappear between her legs.

Her breath caught.

Billy didn’t stop his indolent caresses as he pressed his lips to the delicate skin below her ear. His middle finger slid inside her sheath. He made circles inside her, lazily licking down her throat. “I want you nice and wet. Open and ready for me.”

Eden wriggled her hips higher to meet his rhythmic strokes when he added another finger. With a hint of steel in her voice she clamped down on her internal muscles, trying to pull his fingers deeper and said, “I am ready.”

“Not yet.”

With his continual attention to her clit, an orgasm rocketed through her. She moaned his name as every region of her pelvis contracted in pulsing billows that didn’t end until he gently withdrew his hand.

A condom package rustled. Billy spread her thighs wide.

“Eden. Look at me.”

She focused on those serious blue eyes as his body covered hers.

The scent of Billy, vanilla candles and sweet flowers surrounded her, making her dizzy. “You’re smashing my corsage.”

“Forget it.” Billy’s hips pressed forward and he slipped just the head into her opening. “The only thing I want you thinking about is me.” He kissed her. “About us.” He kissed her again, longer, sweeter. “How if we’d done this years ago I wouldn’t have had the guts to leave you.” He thrust inside her completely.

Their joining was as tangled as Eden’s emotions, fierce one minute, tender the next. And when neither could hold back any longer, he whispered, “With me, Eden, always with me.”

They came together in a molten rush.

As she lay crushed beneath Billy’s spent body and the weight of his words, she knew losing her job paled in comparison to losing this man.