Chapter 34
“Sir,” Rick catches me just before I enter the kitchen area to find the others. I see him place a back box with a red ribbon on the console table in the foyer. “This arrived for Ms. Rivers about twenty minutes ago.”
“And this is for you,” he hands me a black attache. “It’s the report you asked about Catalina Mancini.”
I take it and shove it inside the console table’s drawer.
“Also, regarding the individual from the interview we caught.”
I turn to face him with a held breath.
“The authorities had to let him go. They investigated his apartment and locker at work, but other than a crazed, obsessed fan, there’s no indication that he’s a dangerous stalker.”
“But even crazed fans could be dangerous.”
“I agree, but if they have nothing to justify keeping him locked up. They can’t hold him.”
I sigh my frustration and look at the blasted black box before us.
Fuck, not another cryptic wild goose chase.
Eden and Storm are in the kitchen with the lads.
Catalina’s with her sister in New York.
Brittney’s filming in San Fransisco.
I can’t think of anything else that could be kidnapped.
“Have you already examined it?”
“Yes, I took the liberty, considering it was delivered by courier with no sender info.”
“Good man,” I say, pressing my lips with frustration. “And what’s inside?”
He opens the top lid to reveal torn sheets of paper mixed with dried red rose petals that have been shredded. Examining the paper further, I reach in and pull a few pieces out.
“These are photocopies of music sheets,” I say, taking out my phone to check Eden’s IG profile. “As suspected, they’re the photographs I forwarded to Sierra, asking her to upload them onto Eden’s online account.”
“This could be his way to express that he’s not happy.”
I raise a sarcastic brow at him, “You think?”
“Perhaps rethink the filming for tomorrow. I wouldn’t recommend it until we know who and what we’re dealing with.”
I pat him on the back.
“And that’s what I have you and your new security crew for. We cannot afford to delay the music video. It needs to be completed with the release of the single online.”
“Problem with the video?” Eden breezes through with Jagger.
His eyes immediately land on the opened black box and then gaze at me. I shake my head at him to stop him from bringing it up.
Quickly closing it, I shove it into Rick’s chest.
“Dispose of it,” I say firmly.
“I’d rather take it to forensics and have it tested,” Rick mutters, taking the box from me. He means business, but I don’t need Eden to know about this. For starters, she’s been through enough drama with this pisshead stalker. Secondly, she loathes social media, and even though she understands she needs to have some online presence, she doesn’t know Sierra, and I have been actively posting shit to keep fans guessing.
Like these music sheets I photographed from her journal, Sierra titled them online as work in progress.
“Then do so,” I mumble to Rick and casually approach Eden.
“Hello darling,” I say, putting on a broad smile and going to block her view of Rick leaving. “I was just coming to chat to you about something.”
As I nudge her to turn around, she frowns, shoving me aside. I briefly raise my head in the air and shut my eyes.
Why me?
“Why does forensics need that box? Did it come from the fucker?” She asks Rick directly, ignoring me, probably annoyed that I’ve tried to deter her from it.
She cocks her head at him, waiting for a reply.
“We believe so, Mam.” He says in his usual stoic manner.
“Can you open it for me, please?”
“Mam?”
“Open the goddamn box, Rick.”
“There’s no need to get nasty, princess.”
“Then stop hiding shit from me. I deserve to know what’s going on.”
Jagger looks at me silently, shaking his head, and joins Eden’s side as Rick opens it for them.
“What’s all the ripped-up paper from?”
I pinch the edge of my nose in an attempt to divert an oncoming migraine.
“Luv, it’s just some shite he found online.”
“This looks like a handwritten music note, but maybe it was from a photo?” She says, reaching in and taking some pieces out to examine them.
“Princess, when Rick gets the results back from forensics, we can talk about it. Fancy a cuppa?” I say, my eyes urging Rick to disappear.
Eden tosses the lid back on the box and turns to me.
“Haze Evans, if you know what’s good for you, I suggest you start talking now.”
“I’ll be at the local precinct,” Rick quietly announces before departing. “Jones is out front checking on the cameras.”
I nod and my gaze goes back to Eden as I swipe my hand across my face, visibly pleading with her to just let this go.
But Eden is relentless; she isn’t going to give up, and there’s no point in looking at Jagger for support because I know he’s finding this scenario and me digging my own grave amusing.
Bloody bastard.
She’s got her arms across her chest and her bare feet planted firmly on the grey stone floor. Her face is stone cold, pissed off and I know a storm is brewing within her, just waiting to erupt and go all mad on me.
There’s no point hiding something that she’ll keep nipping at, so I tell her about the photos and Sierra.
“I don’t care about you posting things about me online, but when you go into my personal stuff, digitize it, and post it so millions of people can see it, that’s a step too far.”
“I have to agree with Eden,” Jagger buts in.
“Fuck off!” I say to him.
“Princess, it was random shite, obscured. You couldn’t even tell where it came from.”
“I don’t give a damn! That was my private space you made public. My journal!”
“You’re a touch overreacting, darling.”
She’s breathing out bloody fireballs.
“Wrong thing to say, bruv,” Jagger mutters, and I give him a bombastic side-eye, silently silencing him for eternity.
“Tomorrow, we’re filming in the desert. Maybe I should move back home!”
“Well, I couldn’t agree more with that, darling,” I yell back.
“Good. Because I meant alone. Far away from you invading my privacy!” she abruptly turns and heads up the stairs.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
“Upstairs to pack!” she shouts as she reaches the top of the landing. “I wouldn’t even want to spend another second in your vicinity. Let alone your home!”
“The hell you will!” I shout, running up the stairs after her. Just as she goes to open her bedroom door, I reach out and yank her backward. The strong force causes her to smack into my chest.
“Let me go, asshole!” she struggles to get out of my grip, except I overpower her and hold her in place.
“Never. I’m never letting you go, princess. We’re for life, so get bloody used to it. You want to move back home? Then expect me to be there with you.”
“Fuck you, Haze. No fucking way. Not when you think it’s okay to invade my privacy like you did!”
I move forward and shove her against the wall, locking her in as my body overpowers her. I hold her arms above her head firmly. And my other hand on her waist as my legs keep her from trying to bolt.
“When it comes to you, I’ll do whatever I believe is right. You want to fight me on it? Just remember I’ll always win, baby.”
“I hate you. Just let me go.”
“Never, darling,” My hand slips from her waist and moves swiftly down to her hip as I slide it under her skirt and work my way to the strings of her thong. Pulling them down, I penetrate her core, that’s already slick and wet for me.
“For someone who hates me, you sure are excited about it,” I say, looking down at her as she scorns me deep, and my smirk grows wider. She’s fucking drenched, and when my forefinger breaks through her folds and finds her clit, a soft gasp leaves her lips.
“Go to hell, Haze.”
“Oh, I’m already there, princess, with you, and it’s beautifully fucking hot.” I tease her clit enough to stop her from wanting to squirm away from me and instead rocks her pelvis against my hand.
“Do you love me now?” I say with an amused grin.
“No, you fucker, I hate you even more,” she ends her sentence with a groan and shuts her eyes, causing me to chuckle.
I use the opportunity with her eyes closed to lean forward and catch her lips with mine. She meets me with a sharp nip on my lower lip, causing me to abruptly move my face away from her.
Caught by the surprise of her action, I stare back at her as I lick the trickle of blood from my lip and watch her smirk, proud of her actions.
“My little bloodsucker,” my smile now amused. “You’ll pay for that,” I say, removing my hand from her core and maneuvering her so her back faces the wall, and I shove my body against her hard.
“Feel that?” I say, grinding against her arse, my knob hard as a rock and tenting against my jeans. “It’s a fucking monster, and I plan to use it to punish you, princess. Scream as loud as you want,” I tear off her skirt and then pull the strings of her thongs apart, tossing them aside. “I intend to let every male in this house know what the fuck I plan to do to you.”
I unzip my trousers and lower my shorts, pulling my throbbing knob out.
“Ahh,” she groans as I tease her back slit with the tip.
“That’s right, scream so they know you’re mine.”
“One of the security guys might hear and see us. The camera’s on in the hallway.”
I don’t look because I already know it”s there.
“Good, they can see me slap this juicy arse of yours and watch me claim you.”
Slap! Ooh yeah! I smack my hand against that pale inked skin and watch her arch her back so her arse sticks out more.
“Like that, eh?” Slap! I give it another hard smack, and she’s practically begging me for more with her fucking goddess arse out like this.
I lift her vest above her head and arms and toss it aside. Unfastening her bra, I slide it down her arms, my other hand sneaking its way to her front, yanking her against my cock.
Fuck, her arse always feels bloody good against my skin. Dipping my roaming fingers through her warm pussy lips, she moans out as soon as I rub my forefinger around her seriously aroused clit.
“Dirty little princess. You want the world to hear that beautiful voice of yours, don’t you?”
“I want everyone to know how much I hate you,” she groans.
“Hate, eh?” I smirk.
“You want me bad, vixen.”
“Go to hell, Haze,” she moans deeply.
My hand leaves her body and swiftly pushes the same forefinger through her lips.
“Taste yourself. Taste how sweet and delicious you are,” she sucks and licks my finger the same way she loves to do so to my knob.
“That’s why I’m never leaving you. You’re my ambrosia, darling. I’m addicted to you, your body, your cunt, and I have no intention of ever going off you. It’s me and you, sexy. Like it or not, hate me forever, but I have enough love for the both of us.”
I feel her tense slightly as soon as I use the word love, and she pops my finger out of her mouth. There’s a moment of stillness between us, and I’m not sure why she strained her body the way she did.
“For someone with strong words, you sure are fucking weak in the physical aspect,” she mumbles, causing my dick to stir against her naked arse.
Sweeping her hair to the side, I grab a chunk of it, pulling her head back so my lips touch her cheeks.
“Patience, little one, you’ll be begging me on your hands and knees for me to fuck you.”
She huffs a laugh, “Please!”
Letting her hair fall, I string her arms upward against the wall as my other hand reaches down to her front. I swiftly spread her lips and push two fingers through.
“Ahh!” she moans as I begin to pump her pussy, feeling her tight walls grab onto my fingers like suckers making sure I stay there.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” I whisper low.
I add a third finger and then a fourth, and she’s grinding herself against me, and just when I know she’s about to rocket herself to the moon, I pull out.
“Fucker!” she scoffs. “I hate your fucking gut, asshole. You…you…”
I abruptly pull away with a chuckle, placing my hands on either side of her hips, pull her arse out and plunge my throbbing hard knob inside her, causing her to yelp slightly from the sheer size of me.
“I’m going to corrupt your mind, invade your soul, and dominate you.”
Each time I drive back into her, my hips smack against her arse, and when I pull out halfway, I follow it with my hand slapping her arse as I drive my cock back home. I’m not yet hammering her, just giving it to her in a strong and steady rhythm, holding her tight enough that I know she’ll be left with a bruise.
I can feel her walls stretch to accommodate me; she winces when my fat cockhead pushes and stretch her wide as she holds onto the wall I have her facing.
Pulling out, I see my knob covered in her juices mixed with my pre-cum that oozes out and hangs from the tip of my cock. In and out, my thick shaft and its fat head rub against her G-spot. As the tingle in my abdomen grows, I can also feel her on the fringe of an orgasm, my own coming too, but I’m not quite yet there, just on the edge.
Slap…slap…slap.
I keep at it, fucking her in this same measured space, holding her in place as I thrust my hips. I’m sweating, my eyes are screwed shut, and I’m focused on the intense sensations coming from my knob. One stroke hits her at a slightly different angle, and I feel her tense up and ready to release.
I force myself to pull out of her.
God, this is fucking torture.
“Why?” she asks, her voice weak, ragged and irritated.
“Enough of showing everyone how fucking hot you are. Get inside the bedroom,” I command and catch Jagger watching us intently at the end of the hallway leaning with one arm against the wall, his eyes drifting to her arse as she walks inside the room, subconsciously swiping his tongue across his lower lip.
“You’re going to suck my knob while Jagger eats your pussy.”
She stops and turns to see him, a tiny smirk working its way up her mouth.
“Maybe he’ll succeed in getting me off,” she says with a voice full of sarcasm, gliding inside the room, and I bite my tongue, stopping myself from all the wicked things I plan further for her.
He smiles and pushes himself off the wall, sauntering over to us. I walk inside the room and remove my remaining clothes. My eyes don’t leave the naked beauty sprawled out on the bed. The throbbing pain in my knob for not letting it complete its task is intense.
“Don’t get too comfortable, princess. I plan to make you work for it,” and before she has a chance to retaliate, I get on the bed, grab hold of her hips, and flip her around to lie on her front.
My hand traces over her intricate ink, a swirling blend of vibrant colors and delicate lines that seem to dance across her skin. It’s a narrative, and her skin is the canvas on which the story unfolds. At her hip, a blooming lotus flower takes center stage, its petals unfurling with a sense of grace and elegance. As the tattoo ascends along her buttock, a cascade of ethereal butterflies emerges, their wings carrying an array of soft pastel hues. Each butterfly appears to be in perpetual motion, creating a sense of dynamic energy and freedom. Moving up her lower back, a winding vine gracefully intertwines with the butterflies adorned with leaves and delicate blossoms. I know exactly why she has this design, and I never needed to ask her; it’s her story of growth, beauty, and strength. The journey she took to find herself and transform into the person she truly is.
“Tell us, Eden … which geezer tattooed this beautiful arse of yours? Because that’s going to be the last time any male, other than your bandmates, will touch you here.”
“Is that so?” she says defiantly.
Slap.
My hand smacks her arse. And rather than smooth the sting, I grab her buttcheek and squeeze it in my grip. At the same time, my aching knob twitches in annoyance. I spit on my finger and move it through her crack to tease her entrance with light circular motions causing her to groan and lift her arse up for more.
“And the security men in the camera who watched you fuck me?”
“Disabled,” Jagger says, removing the last of his clothing and strolling over to the bed. “I shut the hallway camera down as soon as I heard you moan, Eddie.”
“Did you get off on thinking you were being watched?” I ask, watching her writhe as I continue to tease and stroke her.
“I got off on you knowing they were watching you fuck me,”
“You like that princess?” I stop moving my finger and wait for her response.
“I prefer it when you guys watch me.”
“No other man will ever touch you again,” I say, pulling my hand away and smacking her arse.
“That includes your tattoo artist, Eddie.”
“I can’t. She’s way too talented to never use her again.”
She?I cock my head at Eden with this interesting fact.
“I plan to get my vag inked when I gather the courage.”
Fuck.
I don’t dare look at my best friend because I swear my knob is throbbing.
“Do you mean like pussy lips too?” I ask, intrigued.
“Above the vag, although I haven’t yet decided on the design.”
“It’ll look fucking incredible,” Jagger says.
“Fine, as long as the artist is female, and I’m watching you get it.”
She huffs a laugh. “Absolutely no way.”
“Exactly,” Jagger confirms. “We’ll all have to be there.”
“No, to that too.” She lifts up from the mattress, and her head turns to face us. “This is a private matter for me, which I will share with you the day I brave it and get it done. But you won’t be there when I get it.”
“Move towards the edge of the bed, princess,” I say as I move off the bed close to where she’s sitting. I lift my foot and place it on the bed next to her. “You’re going to milk me with your mouth, and Jagger here is going to eat you out, and if you’re a good girl, we’ll both fuck you.”
“No. I’m done doing things your waaaayyyy….”
I chuckle as her words get lost on her lips. Gripping the back of her head, I pull her closer, my hand dangling in her silky dark hair. I press my teeth to her lips until she opens enough to let my tongue inside. She growls as she tries to fight me, but she’s loving every minute of it. I force my tongue deeper, dominating her, marking her lips, taking what I want. There’s no gentleness in this kiss. Our tongues duel and our teeth clash as we try to get more of each other.
Abruptly pulling away, I watch her for a second time eye me with irritated fury. That’s the kind of energy I want from her when she blows me. Desperation makes Eden so fucking horny, I know how to work my princess.
Jagger drops to his knees, pulls her closer to the edge so that both feet are planted firmly to the ground, and lifts her left leg. He strokes it and kisses her inner thigh before pulling it over his shoulder, giving him better access to her cunt.
“You hungry, luv?” I ask, gripping hard onto my knob and pumping it twice.
“Famished,” she says, eyeing my thick cock, and I guide it to her plump lips, spreading my precum like fucking lipgloss over her mouth.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and she sticks out her tongue to lick it and does the same with the slit of my cock.
She kisses the tip, running her tongue down my shaft, and then up again from my balls to the top, and then takes me in her mouth slowly, not breaking eye contact as she makes her way down my knob. I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible and warm.
With her current temperament, I expect her to stop, but she keeps going, pushing almost all of me into her mouth.
I swear softly against my breath as I slide against the back of her throat, hitting her gag reflex, and she pulls halfway out and tries again, this time succeeding in her mission. My hand tangles in her soft hair, pulling it away from her face so I can watch her as she slowly pulls out again and pushes back in, her head bobbing. Her eyes flutter shut, and she hums softly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant soft and deep, and I know if I don’t pull out now, I’ll come in her mouth, and I’m saving that for her pussy.
Just a little bit longer, I tell myself as I hold her head and thrust my hips into her face, pushing my cock deep down her throat. She’s taking everything I give her like a good girl.
Seconds later, she lets go as her mouth opens wide. As she cries out, I free my hold on her, and she pops me out of her mouth. Her hand grips the bedcovers as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes, princess,” I whisper. “Look at Jagger.”
As soon as her eyes flutter open, she looks down as my best friend locks his sight on her, his face lodged between her thighs, his mouth sucking her pussy.
“Promise us that you’ll never take off again. No more running, princess. You’re ours.”
Her eyes don’t leave Jaggers as her chest rises and falls, panting heavily.
“I’m my own person, Haze,” she groans, desperate for that release. Yet, even on the cusp of her desperation, she’ll defy us.
Little vixen.
Jagger abruptly pulls back from her, his gaze not breaking away from her. His mouth is covered in her juices.
“Goddamn you both!” she exclaims, her voice ragged and beaten.
A wicked smile emerges on Jagger’s mouth as he leans forward and sticks out his tongue, licking her slit.
“Fuck!” she yells. “You’re both bastards!”
“Two bastards who love you and in no way intend to ever let you go. Get that into your pretty little head, princess.”
Jagger swipes the tip of his tongue along her inner knee that sits on his shoulder, and he drags it along her inside thigh and up her entire slit from top to bottom.
“Oh god,” she gasps. Her entire body tensed, eager for that release. “I promise…” she breathes heavily and stops.
“Promise what?” I say, my amused grin gazes at Jagger, who’s also smirking.
He inches his mouth once more to her clit, getting back to work on her.
“I will never run away from you again.”
“Why?”
“Because I fucking looovvve….ahhhhh….” Her sentence ends with her orgasm release as her entire body twitches, and she squeezes the sheets in her fists.
Jagger continues his onslaught attacking her with his lips and tongue, and when she comes again he releases her with a final kiss to her pussy.
Eden’s chest rises and falls, panting and when she finally finds her breath, she collapses backward onto the bed.
“Because I fucking love you, Haze. All of you, men. I fucking love you,” she says, and I don’t let her take another breath as I crash my mouth onto hers and kiss her, hot and hungry. The sound that leaves her throat as I suck her tongue drives me insane, making my knob hard.
“I love you too, princess. So fucking much,” I whisper as I lean over, and my face gets lost in the crook of her neck, my lips grazing her skin as I find her earlobe and nibble on it, causing her to giggle lightly.
Such a beautiful melody her voice has.
“I need you both to fuck me,” she says, and I lift my head to see her gazing at Jagger, who’s lubing his knob.
“Jagger’s going to fuck your arse, you alright with that sweetie?”
She nods her head, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Get on your fours, luv. Let”s see how much you want his knob in your arse.”
She turns around and faces her bum at us. Her pussy drips with her own creamy cum, desperate for my dick inside her. I open my palm up to Jagger and he squirts a dollop of lube over my fingers.
I get closer to Eden’s arse and squeeze one plump cheek with one hand as the other dips a finger into her puckered hole. I push the tip of my forefinger halfway in and she groans at the pressure, arching her back and sticking her bum up, ready for more. I pull out and thrust two fingers inside, stretching her further, and I watch with fascination as my fingers disappear inside her.
It’s fucking bloody sexy watching her allow us do what the fuck we want with her body.
“So fucking hot, Eddie,” Jagger breathes out.
“I’ve got two fingers, princess. Should I try three?”
She groans, pushing her bum into my hand. “Yes,” she says.
I pull out and try for three. She’s flippin’ tight but takes me like a breeze, and I observe with fascination, my fingers dive in and out of her hole.
“Ahh,” I hear Jagger groan. “Fuckin’ ell mate. I’m gonna blow into my hand if you don’t let me have her arse.
He’s right, I could probably come just doing this too. It’s so fucking hypnotically sexy.
I pull out, and Eden’s about to move.
“Stay where you are,” I tell her and maneuver myself so I can slide underneath her, giving her a quick peck on the lips before lying down and gripping her hip so she lowers herself onto me.
Eden lifts herself, takes hold of my knob, positioning it at her entrance and slowly settles herself over it, slithering her cunt down my shaft and the feeling of her tight warm, soft walls has a tantalizing effect on me.
“Ata girl, ride me slow,” I groan deep as she rocks against my cock, rotating her hips, and it feels incredible.
I watch her arch herself, giving me a full view as she moves her hips, fucking me gently, her tits lightly bouncing as she continues to work her body over mine.
Jagger joins her from behind, his body working in tandem with hers as he sweeps her hair over her shoulder and kisses the back of her neck, grasping onto her breasts and rolling his fingers over her hardened nipples. He whispers something in her ear, causing her to smile as she continues to grind her cunt against my pelvis.
He guides her forward and directs her tit to fall into my mouth. My lips take hold of her nipple, and he lets go to position himself better over her. I bite her bud, and she groans hard, causing her walls to grip my cock.
Damn, I don’t know how the fuck she does that.
“Baby, fuck, that feels good,” I whisper, popping her breast from my mouth, my eyes travel up to meet hers.
She grins. “You mean this?”
Once more, I feel her walls tense around my knob.
“Fuck yeah,” I groan.
Jagger slides up Eden’s back, lowering her further against my chest, allowing him better access to her.
I lift my head off the bed, and she meets my lips, and I kiss her long and hard until I feel her tense a little as the second cock enters inside her. We both moan as our lips clash together, and I feel Jagger on the other side of the thin wall inside her. I begin to counter his thrusts with my pelvis as Eden’s unable to move, sandwiched between us. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire.
Slapaslapaslapaslapa.
Skin is slapping from all angles against Eden, and the noise is orgasmic. We’re both like two machines, thrusting in and out of her holes, I grip her thighs while Jagger digs his fingers into her hips.
“Ohhh….ahhhh,” she moans into my mouth, releasing her lips from mine, and she shuts her eyes tight.
“Princess, open your eyes, let me in, let me watch you come, baby,” I say softly.
Her eyes flutter wide open, the green in them almost darkening to black, her mouth opens, and I feel her body going into a full-on tremor as her orgasm reaches its peak.
“You look so incredibly beautiful,” I say watching her going over the edge and magically taking me with her on her ride to the heavens. Her body twitching as Jagger and I relentlessly continue to pump into her taking her on an extended ride.
“Oh my fucking god!” she screams!
”Uuuunghh, gonna.....cum,” Jagger grunts, and pushes into Eden. It”s hard enough to push me into the mattress, and I hold both their weights on top of me. I feel him tense and push, tense and push five times. Then, he relaxes and slides a hand up Eden’s back, almost caressing her.
”Oh, darling, that was fucking great,” he says, softly as he strokes her back. He pulls out, and I feel his cum run out of Eden and onto my balls.
Removing myself from Eden, I flip her on her back. She looks absolutely unreal under me, her naked curves flushed and glowing with sweat, her dark, long waves splayed out across the white bedding.
Taking my knob in my hand, I direct it into her cunt, thrusting straight back inside her. Her eyes almost roll back, and my face is sharp and strained as I slowly start rocking forward, gradually picking up the pace. She’s too overwhelmed, and her moves are sloppy, so I take control, lifting her leg up and over my shoulder and continuing to thrust into her at a steady tempo, picking up the pace as the seconds roll by.
Eden grips my shoulders so tight her knuckles almost tighten. Her fingernails bite into my skin so hard, but it feels something wonderful, and she doesn’t seem to care.
I keep pounding into her as I shoot my load, grinding against her Gspot, panting into her hair as I let her leg drop. I feel her walls throbbing, and as much as I’d love to join her physically, it’s not going to happen.
She thrusts hard and then relaxes, but it’s mere seconds before her climax comes on fast. I keep grinding my pelvis against hers, gradually, my thrusts slow to a stop. We remain panting, trying to catch our breaths, our hips still making little rocking motions against each other.
Reluctantly, I pull fast out of her and flop over beside her, our lungs going back to normal.
Grabbing the dampened handtowel Jagger passes me, I clean up Eden, making sure to wipe away any cum from her and then I use the same cloth to clean my knob and balls.
I toss the towel on the floor and bring the bedcovers over us.
“Turn around,” I tell her and she turns her back to face me. I wrap my arm around her waist, dragging her body against mine as I spoon her. Her arse fits perfectly against me and I kiss her shoulder and slide my lips across to her back neck and kiss her there, taking in her scent.
She smells so sweet and fresh, and I could just eat her in every sense of the word.
“You’re the best thing to happen to me, princess.”
“Love you, Haze,” she whispers back, taking hold of my arm around her and squeezing it as she nestles her body against my chest.
“Mine always,” I say deeply.
I feel Jagger slide into the bed on her other side, gets himself close up against her front. He takes her lips, and I hear both groan into each other”s mouths.
“Close your eyes, Eddie,” he says softly. “Take some well-deserved rest. We’ll both still be here when you wake up. You’ll always be safe with us, darling.”
“He’s right, princess. You’re ours. The most important person to us. We’ll always keep you safe and sound, baby.” I kiss the back of her neck again and keep my lips there until I finally feel her body relax and her breathing slow down.
Despite the challenges ahead, my determination to keep Eden safe will never waver. I’m fueled with a relentless commitment to finding the minging arsehole who traumatized her and continues to do so today.
I know she holds doubts. For a decade, that bastard brainwashed her into believing he’ll kill her if she talks. But I’ll remain her relentless shield against any potential harm as I’m transformed into becoming her constant guardian, always watchful and prepared to act swiftly if the need arises.