[Invitation to Eden 21.0] Falling or Flying (8 page)

And she had. She’d seen a beautiful home here when she’d closed her eyes. Her home.

Sadly, the commute to work would be a pain in the ass.

Austin kissed her shoulder. “It was a motorcycle. My accident? It wasn’t in Afghanistan, believe it or not. I was stateside, angry and lost and making reckless decisions. Court tried to help, tried to get me writing again or talking to someone, anything to shift gears, but I wouldn’t listen to anyone. That whole mad-at-the-world thing. I can’t believe I was so irresponsible, but luckily the only person hurt in that accident was me. It was a wake up call.”

He was a writer. She should have known. The man had a way with words and he was a bit of a romantic. It was hard to imagine him like that. Reckless. Angry. “Before the accident, when you and Court were in Afghanistan, were there any close calls?”

“Too many,” he sighed. “The worst one—well, that time
he
nearly died.”

And Austin had saved him. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind. Court had come with him to Eden because he thought he could finally repay the favor. But Austin wasn’t in danger. Not here. He was healthy and strong again, and no longer lost.

Unless you counted being stranded without a plane.

“There’s something
I’d
like to know, and I have to ask because I don’t have a gift like yours.” Austin sat down beside her and waited for her to look into his eyes. “Your first and only home, you said. Artie, your flying instructor.”

She shook her head. “Those aren’t questions.”

“Joely.”

“What?” she muttered. “Mine isn’t a going-through-a-phase story, with a happy beginning and ending to bookend the maudlin middle. You think you do, but you don’t really want to know.”

“Tell me anyway.”

She stared at him until she realized he was serious and he wasn’t going to let it go. She decided to rip the Band-Aid off as quickly as possible so they could move on. “Until I was ten-years-old I lived with my mother. She couldn’t hold down a job, which meant we had keep moving. Moving is expensive, so for a little while we lived in the car.”

There was no need to tell him how long that “little while” had been.

“Jesus Christ.”

“I warned you.” She didn’t want that. Pity. She looked down at the journal. “For a few weeks we parked beside this private airfield in Arizona. I loved it. I spent all day watching the planes, wishing I could fly. Long story short, one day my mother drove away in the family home, and I ended up with Artie at his airport.”

For a few years. And then Artie had had a stroke. At sixteen, she’d helped keep his small business flying while he fought to recover, but in the end he was too tired to go on. His family had swooped in for the funeral, sold the planes and the property and left Joely alone again, with a pilot’s license but no place to go. No idea where her mother was or how to find her. No home.

Joely shifted away from him defensively. “I survived. I always do. And for years now I’ve been the second most important person on this island, privy to secrets that would shock the world, living the high life in an actual castle. I’m a walking fairytale.”

Austin didn’t say a word, and she was grateful. Instead, he tangled his hands in her hair, tilting her head back and kissing her in way that had her melting despite herself. He was a damn good kisser.

When he lifted his head she heard a noise, and it took her a minute to realize what it was. “It’s almost morning.”

“How can you tell?” He was kissing her jaw, her neck and shoulders.

“Those birds. They’re more persistent then my alarm clock. And louder.”

He took the journal from her hand and lowered her onto her back, his expression hidden in shadow. “How many times, Joely? Did we make it to four?”

Her body instantly responded. “Five.” Though she’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her in between. “I was impressed.”

Austin smiled in approval. “I’m goal oriented. In fact, I have something in mind for today. Another experiment I’ll need your help with.”

Please.

“I’m here to help,” she gasped when he slid his hand between her thighs. “It’s my job.”

“And you do love your job, don’t you?”

His lips trailed down her stomach and thighs to follow his hands. She slid her fingers in his hair and moaned when his tongue thrust inside her. “Yes! I love it.”

Her hips lifted helplessly as her sensitive flesh responded to his now familiar touch. “I love it so much.”

The water was the perfect temperature. She shouldn’t be surprised, she thought as she lowered herself into the crystal-clear pool and swam toward the rock shelf Austin had pointed out to her before he left.

He’d mentioned something about hunting for breakfast. Last night’s dinner, this morning’s breakfast—unless he was hiding a bow and arrow in the bushes, she wasn’t sure how he was doing it. She should stop being surprised by his abilities. He was more than she’d given him credit for. A millionaire with money to burn and a life of relative ease? Yes. But also a veteran, survivor, writer, hunter…kinky bastard. He
was
kinky, and after last night she knew Court was too. He liked to watch. He liked to direct. For two men who said they preferred ménage to the dungeon, they certainly walked the line. Austin’s request was proof of that.

You agreed.

It was hard to say no to a man who was making you scream in pleasure. But Joely knew she would have agreed to it regardless. She couldn’t stop thinking about Court spending the night alone beneath the stars so she and Austin could christen the cave. About the way he’d watched them by the fire.

Her attraction to him had taken her entirely by surprise. Austin Wright was the man in her dreams, not the earthy redhead. But when they met he’d teased her as if he’d known her forever, and she’d teased him right back. She hadn’t been playing a role or adapting to their needs. She’d just been herself, and Court seemed to like it. When he’d looked at her, watched her pump her hips against Austin’s mouth and beg him to make her come,
she’d
liked that. Loved it, if she was being honest.

She’d wanted to hear him whisper dirty nothings in her ear while Austin took her. She’d wondered what his beard would feel like scraping against her breasts. Her clit. She’d wished she’d taken a closer look at his naked body when she had the chance.

I think you’re rubbing off on me after all these years. I’m becoming a shameless sex fiend.

Eden’s influence aside, she couldn’t deny Austin his request. She pulled herself onto the shelf, so the water was barely lapping at her thighs, and set down the dildo he’d taken from Court’s bag of necessities.

“Let the sun caress your bare skin while you think about last night. What we did. What you want us to do next. Then do what I’ve told you to. When he sees you and asks what you’re doing, don’t stop. He likes to watch you. Let him watch. But that’s all he can do until I get back.”

She’d asked Austin if he was punishing her or Court and he’d laughed. “A little of both, but you’ll enjoy it. And you’ll love what comes next even more. Now turn over for me, Joely.”

Her legs shifted at the memory and she leaned her head against the smooth rocks, feeling the plug he’d inserted with every movement. Austin wanted to share her, and she couldn’t deny that with every passing hour the idea held more and more appeal. This was an Eden fantasy after all. She couldn’t find the will to resist it, so why shouldn’t she indulge?

Would Court agree? She slid her hand down until her fingers were pressed against her sensitive clit and bit her lip. He talked a big game but what if that was all it was? She slipped a finger inside, spreading her legs in the water, and moaned. What if it wasn’t?

He was big, like Austin. At least, from what she’d been able to see in the dark cave. Big and sexy and all muscle, the both of them. She’d spent most of her life being strong, being alone, but with them she felt feminine and protected in a way that was irresistibly attractive. When they finally took her, she would be trapped between their hard bodies, at the mercy of the two dangerously sexy men who wanted to have their dirty wicked way with her.

Two men inside her. Two men fucking her. “Oh God.”

“Do you do this every morning, Mary Ann? Or is this for me?”

She opened her eyes and saw Court standing still as a stone at the end of the pool, watching her as Austin said he would. He was wearing a wrinkled white t-shirt with a pub logo branded across his broad chest and his biceps bulged against the short sleeves in a way that made her lick her lips. The expression in his blue eyes was hot. Hot but wary.

Austin hadn’t given her a script, so Joely decided to be honest. She slipped another finger inside her and gasped. “For you, Ginger. Don’t try and stop me.”

Court’s smile was strained. “Stop you? Honey, I’d film you if I thought Austin would let me get away with it.”

He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the ground. “I’m guessing this was his idea. He’s a creative son of a bitch, isn’t he? And he must have been really damn convincing last night. From all the noise you two were making I would have bet you’d both be sleeping for the rest of the day.”

“Mm-hmm. He’s very convincing. And energetic.” She lifted her fingers and reached for the toy, amazed herself that she still wanted more after all the orgasms Austin had given her last night. “We borrowed a few things. I hope you don’t mind.”

Joely gripped the silicone toy and guided it inside her while he watched.

“Fuck.” He kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and was in the water before she could tell him to stop.

She couldn’t stop. Austin told her not to. “You’re only supposed to watch,” she warned, breathless.

“Of course I am,” he rasped as he stalked closer to her in the water. “I know how much he wants you. Our professor is more possessive than you’d imagine, especially when it comes to the wonders of Eden. But I’ll play along. I won’t touch you until we’re all together. And this means we’re going to be, so I can wait. Still, if I’m going to watch, it’s only fair that I get to see everything.”

She knew. She knew when she agreed to the show she was letting Austin know she wanted this too. Giving her consent. She pushed the toy in deeper, her neck arching as she was filled front and back. The way they were going to fill her. Two men inside her. Austin and Court inside her.

She couldn’t get the thought out of her mind.

Court put his hands on the shelf, careful not to touch her. “He did leave me with the best view, I’ll give him that. Where is he?”

“Breakfast.” She was no longer capable of speaking in complete sentences. All she could do was feel.

Court made a disapproving sound. “He left you like this for me while he went off to play good provider? Dangerous decision. What if I wasn’t as strong as he seems to think I am? You’re a hard woman to resist, Joely Jones. Especially all spread out naked and willing like a banquet for me.”

She licked her lips again. “You resisted last night.”

He watched her tongue. “I was under orders and you were otherwise occupied. No one ever got around to daring me, because Austin knows I wouldn’t have been able to resist.” His gaze dropped between her legs. “I might have forgotten it was a game. You are the sexiest fucking tour guide I’ve ever seen. I want to taste that pussy, Mary Ann. I want to feel it bruising my cock. And your ass… Is my plug inside you right now?”

“
Yes
.” She wanted him to touch her. Wanted Austin to hurry.

Court’s attention was fixed to the dildo stretching her sex. “I knew it. Show me.” When she didn’t respond, his tone changed to one tinged with command. “Get on your knees and turn around so I can see my property.”

A tremor ripped through her when she realized what he wanted. How close he would be. Nothing would be hidden from him. It was almost more intimate than… “He told me not to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” Court responded roughly. “You can fuck yourself on your knees. Just think of it as practice. After I get a good look at that sweet ass you’ll be on them again when I own it tonight.”

She moaned and obeyed, moving into position, her arms shaking with excitement and an unsettling feeling of vulnerability. “
Who
doesn’t like mind-fuckery, Ginger?”

His breath on the cheek of her ass made her shiver, and she heard him swear as she started thrusting again. “This isn’t a mind-fuck, Joely. Unless Austin is just letting you do this to torture me. I’m making promises, and those I take seriously. I promise I will make you scream with my tongue. I promise I’m going to have my hands all over your body as soon as I’m allowed to touch you, and that I’ll be balls deep in that perky pink ass before we get to your resort.”

He lowered his voice and she could feel the vibration of it against the back of her thigh. “I’ll tell you a secret, Joely. I’m dying for it. I’m aching to get a chance to have you. The second I climbed inside Wanda, I knew what the fuss was about. Knew you would be worth it. I haven’t touched you, but I get the strangest feeling that when I do I won’t be able to stop. I get the feeling you’re going to love it. That you want it. Do you want it, Joely? Want to know what it would feel like to fuck me?”

“Court.” She couldn’t stop her moan or deny him. He was right. She wanted to know. Was dying to know. “When we get back…you’ll have those perks you talked about. All you want.”

A man as obviously sexual as Court? He would have a harem.

He growled. “Fuck the perks. I can’t say I understand the metaphysical tango it took to get you all to ourselves, but I’m not sorry we’re here. If I had my way we’d stay in this spot and fuck and eat and sleep and fuck again until another castaway showed up to take our place. That sounds like heaven to me.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered, elbow deep in the water now as she fucked herself with the toy. She wanted to be taken. She wanted him to keep all of his promises. Wanted to believe what he was saying. “
Court
.”

“Don’t stop, Joely,” he muttered. “Be a good girl for Austin and fuck that pussy for me. Tell me how it feels.”