Chapter 18 — Make Him Choose #3
Reese collapsed against me, breath ragged, face tucked into my neck. My cock was still inside her, still pulsing softly. Eden's arms came around both of us, one hand on Reese's stomach, the other sliding over my shoulder.
"That was very thorough," Eden said.
Reese laughed against my skin, breathless and ruined. "I'm not sure I still have bones."
"You have enough," Eden said. Her mouth brushed my jaw. "Move over."
Reese lifted her head.
Her eyes were soft and wrecked and bright with satisfaction. She kissed me once, slow and warm, then shifted off my lap with a little shiver when my cock slipped free of her.
Eden was already moving.
"My turn to be judged," she said.
***
Eden climbed onto me before the water had settled.
That was Eden. Patient only until patience stopped serving the plan.
Her knees bracketed my hips, her naked body sliding against mine under the water, all bronze skin and dark wet hair and eyes gone so focused they made my pulse trip.
Where Reese had been warm and rolling, Eden was sharp and hungry.
She settled over me like she had been waiting through Reese's entire turn by counting heartbeats.
"Still judging," she said.
I laughed once, breathless. "You're ridiculous."
"You like ridiculous."
"I love ridiculous."
Her expression flickered.
Only for a second.
Then she kissed me like the softness had opened a door and she planned to kick it off the hinges.
Her mouth was hot and demanding. One hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me to her. The other slid between us and wrapped around my cock, which had no business responding as fast as it did after what Reese had just done to me.
Eden felt it happen.
Of course she did.
"Already?" she said, voice low and pleased.
"You're naked on my lap."
"Good answer."
She stroked me once, slow and firm, then rubbed the head of my cock through her slick folds.
My hands found her ass under the water, gripping hard enough to make her breath catch.
She watched my face while she teased herself with me, and there was nothing distant in her now.
Nothing composed. She was all want and wicked control, using both like weapons.
"You feel what she did to you?" Eden asked.
"Eden."
"I do." Her mouth brushed mine, not quite a kiss. "I like it."
Reese made a soft sound beside us, still wrecked and flushed, and Eden's eyes flicked to her with naked satisfaction.
"I like knowing she had you first," Eden said. "I like knowing you're still hard for me anyway."
That was Eden's version of vulnerability.
Not a confession with soft edges. A claim with teeth in it.
She wanted proof, but not because she doubted me.
She wanted the proof inside her body. She wanted to feel that Reese hadn't emptied the want out of me, that nothing about choosing Reese made Eden less wanted, less necessary, less mine.
I understood that with my hands on her ass and her pussy sliding over the head of my cock.
"You're not anyway," I said.
Her gaze sharpened.
"You're Eden."
For one second, the rule-maker vanished and the woman underneath looked straight at me, startled by how hard that landed.
Then she smiled.
Dangerous again.
"Don't manage this," she whispered.
"I'm not."
"Good."
She took me inside.
The first slide stole the breath from both of us.
Eden sank down until I was buried deep, her pussy gripping me tight, her forehead dropping to mine for one suspended second.
Her eyes closed. Her mouth parted. The sound she made was soft and shaken and not nearly as controlled as she probably wanted it to be.
Then she opened her eyes and started moving.
Fast.
Not frantic. Eden didn't do frantic unless she chose it on purpose. This was hungry. Measured enough to ruin me. Her hips lifted and dropped, grinding down at the bottom of each stroke, her nails biting into my shoulders while the water rocked around us.
"God," she breathed. "You feel impossible."
"That was the review?"
"Don't get smug."
"Hard not to."
She drove down harder, and my answer broke apart in my throat.
Reese moved in beside us, still flushed, still breathing unevenly, but very much present. Her hand slid up Eden's side to cup her breast. Eden's head tipped back against Reese's cheek, and Reese kissed her neck, soft and deliberate, while Eden rode me harder.
Three bodies found each other again.
Reese's mouth on Eden's shoulder. Eden's hands on me.
My hands on Eden's hips and ass, lifting her, dragging her down, feeling the wet grip of her body tighten with every stroke.
Reese kissed me from the side, warm and lazy and still sex-drunk, then kissed Eden with enough heat that Eden's rhythm stuttered.
Eden hated that it made her stutter.
I saw it in the flash of her eyes, the tiny offended breath, the way she tried to take control back by rolling her hips slower, deeper, making each stroke count.
She pinned one hand to my chest under the water and rode me like she was proving a point to herself.
To Reese. To me. Her breasts moved against the steam, wet and heavy, her nipples tight, her stomach flexing every time she lifted and dropped.
"There she is," Reese whispered, smiling against Eden's throat.
"Careful," Eden said, but the word came out too breathless to be a warning.
Reese laughed softly and slid her hand down Eden's stomach. "No."
Eden's mouth opened.
Her pace changed again.
Not faster. More exact. She found the angle that made her whole body tighten and used it, grinding down at the bottom of every stroke until I felt her clit drag against me under the water.
My hands clenched on her ass. She felt that too and rewarded me with another slow, devastating roll of her hips.
"You're doing that on purpose," I managed.
"Everything I do is on purpose."
"That's not true."
Her smile broke for half a second. "It's tonight."
"Don't stop watching," Eden said when she pulled back from Reese.
I didn't look away.
Eden was gorgeous like this. Not polished.
Not composed. Naked in the steam, breasts wet and moving with every thrust, mouth open, eyes locked on mine like she wanted me to see exactly what I did to her.
Reese's hands were everywhere on her. My body was under her.
The hot tub water splashed over the edge, and Eden kept riding me like the whole night had been built for this second.
She started to shake.
I felt it in the way she clenched around me. Tight little pulses at first, then stronger. Her nails dug deeper. Her breathing shortened.
I got my hands under her thighs.
She blinked at me. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you win properly."
Her smile flashed, wicked and breathless. "Finally."
I stood.
The water churned around us as I lifted her.
Eden's legs locked around my waist, arms around my neck, her body rising partly out of the hot tub.
Water ran down her back and over the curve of her ass into my hands.
I turned her, braced her against the edge with her hips at the waterline and her torso above it, breasts gleaming in the amber light.
Reese inhaled softly beside us.
"That's unfairly hot," she said.
"Agreed," Eden gasped.
I drove into her from standing.
The new angle hit deeper.
Eden's head fell back. Her cry tore into the night, raw and open, and any remaining thought I had about being quiet died right there. My hands gripped her hips. Her legs tightened around me. I fucked her in long, hard strokes, the water sloshing over the edge in sheets, the deck getting soaked.
The standing position changed everything.
In my lap, Eden had been in charge because she needed to be.
Out of the water like this, braced against the edge, she had nowhere to hide from how badly she wanted it.
Her body was displayed in the deck light, water running over her breasts and down her stomach, droplets catching on her nipples before sliding lower.
Her thighs locked around my waist. Her ass filled my hands.
Every thrust lifted her, rocked her, made her cling tighter.
"Look at me," I said.
Her eyes opened.
There she was.
Not the strategist. Not the woman with a plan and a backup plan and an exit route. Eden, naked and shaking in my hands, taking me deep while Reese watched with one hand pressed to her own stomach like she could still feel me there.
"I'm looking," Eden whispered.
"Good."
I drove into her again, harder, and her control cracked wide enough for a helpless sound to get out.
Reese stayed close, one hand at the back of my neck, the other on Eden's breast. Her mouth found Eden's jaw, then mine, then Eden's again, and her voice came warm at my ear.
"Give her everything."
Eden heard it.
Her pussy clenched around me so hard my knees nearly gave.
"Luke," she gasped. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
I couldn't have stopped if the lake caught fire.
I drove up into her, over and over, each thrust lifting her slightly, each stroke dragging a broken sound out of her.
Eden's body shook above the waterline, slick and bright and completely undone.
Reese's hand moved between Eden's thighs, and Eden swore, low and filthy, her legs locking tighter around me.
"That's what you wanted," Reese said, voice soft but merciless. "You wanted him like this."
Eden nodded once, sharp and desperate.
"Say it," Reese whispered.
Eden's nails dug into my shoulders. Her eyes stayed on mine, even as I drove into her hard enough to make the water slap against my thighs.
"I wanted all of it," she said. "Her first. Me next. You unable to choose because you belong to both of us."
"I do."
Her body clenched around me.
"Say the rest."
I buried myself deep and held there for one brutal second. "And you both belong to me."
Eden came apart on the words before the orgasm even hit.
"That's it," Reese whispered. "There you go."
Eden came with my name in her mouth.