Chapter 8 : Reunion

Eden POV They're trying to prove a point of some kind, but I can't determine what it is, exactly. I think they want me to feel owned by them, by their lips that swerve all around my shoulders and neck. I breathe deeply, Ryder's hand massaging my inner thigh while Dante is focused on toying with my hardened, enticed nipples. Someone tears me out of my shirt, leaving me naked and at the will of the brothers. Dante pulls me around, pressing my chest into his so he can be at the perfect angle to meet our lips together. Ryder shifts to stand behind me, his throbbing erection begging to be cut loose out of his pants. I beg for it too, dreaming of this moment since Mason kicked me out of the bed. "Please," I beg, unsure for what, but it doesn't matter. Ryder latches his hands onto my hips, pushing me even closer against Dante, pinning me between them until I can't breathe. Dante kisses the front of my neck, and I let my head fall back into Ryder's shoulder. Every single touch, every kiss, it all sends waves of fire into my core. All the stress and fears from today wither away. "Over here," Dante says, yanking me forward. Ryder's hand brushes my ass before he strips naked and sits on the couch with his legs parted and waiting for me. I grow too eager, collapsing on my knees to put Ryder in my mouth but Dante doesn't let me. "You aren't in control anymore," Dante says against the back of my neck, lifting me off my knees. "Now, turn around, kitten." He makes me turn, pushing me onto Ryder's lap, facing away from him entirely. I feel a little dizzy and confused with this movement, but I try not to ask any questions. They seem better versed in how to handle the semantics of a threesome than I do. "There we go," Ryder growls, latching his hands onto my sides and pulling me to sit down directly onto his pulsing arousal. It fills me quickly, too quickly, and I squeak alive with the feeling of it. "Ah, f*ck." Dante stays in front of me now, exposing the tattoos that trail all over his body that he had hidden under his clothes. I watch his fist curl around the base of his c*ck, his other hand running down the back of my head and grabbing ahold of my hair. Ryder isn't gentle with his movements, and neither is Dante, both of them so on edge so soon. I realize now that they may have been just as enthusiastic for this to happen again as I was. My lips run down Dante's c*ck, and he tips his head back, breathing strangled and aggressive moans to the ceiling. I let my tongue circle him, practically inhaling him completely, my lips curved around the base where he finally moves his hand out of the way and lets me gain some control back. I've never been anything but submissive in sex, just letting Jack choose whatever he wanted to do and waiting for it to be over. This is so very different from that. The little control I have on Ryder's lap and sucking on Dante, it makes me feel powerful and strong. I grow intoxicated with having them both pleased by me. They both thrust, they both growl, and they both need more as I bounce up and down, riding Ryder's thick c*ck faster and faster. Dante wraps his hands around the back of my neck, stilling my movements so that my lips are wrapped right around the edge of his erection. He brushes my hair back, tilting my chin up so that my eyes meet his glare that towers over me. Suddenly with wild thrusts Ryders comes, his hands gripping tight on the sides of my hips where I rock in his lap. The feeling of his warmth in my core sends me off the edge where I've been lingering. I fall into my orgasm, fighting Dante's grasp on my head so I can gasp and moan and scream. Dante smiles and leans his head back, thrusting in my throat once more. His come is hot and sticky, leaking down the back of my throat. "Stand up," Dante snaps, yanking me off his brother's lap and placing me on unbalanced legs. His arms wrap around my sides, and he kisses me so deeply I choke, my lips wet and slippery, but Dante doesn't seem to mind. If anything, he kisses me harder because of it. Ryder leans forward, his lips pressing into the small of my back. I shiver. They both laugh. Ryder lifts me off the floor and carries me to my new bed, Dante pulling back the clean, pretty bedding and replacing the blankets over my body. I need another shower, even though my hair is still damp from the first one, but I'm far too exhausted and overwhelmed to move. They both find my lips, one at a time, and my eyelids grow heavier and heavier until I eventually succumb to dreary sleep. I dream of the brothers, thankful that now it's my reality yet again. When the morning comes, I sleep for as long as I can, but the pressure of needing to get up and find Ryder and Dante is too overwhelming. A little cup of coffee sits on the nightstand in front of me. I take it with bewilderment, the smell of strong, black coffee mixing with a little hint of honey. They even knew my coffee order. I guess it's one perk of them staking out the bank. I slip into a shirt hung on the door and wear it into the living room, nursing my little, still warm, cup of coffee when I spot Mason on the couch, incessantly tapping his fingers onto the top of his bony knees. "Good morning, Eden Smith," he says, forcing a friendly bite to those words. "I'm supposed to apologize for my brash behavior when I let you leave," he continues with little remorse in his tone, "I am supposed to protect my cousins no matter what. I don't need them getting bit in the ass over this later." I nod, finding a seat on the chair and crossing my legs to hide the fact I have on nothing else. My coffee is kind to me while Mason's glare isn't. "I don't want them getting hurt either," I whisper. He cocks his head sideways. "What if I offered you three million dollars to leave them alone?" I blink plainly at Mason without a touch of interest in that deal. "I want to stay with them. It makes me happy, and it makes them happy, too." He smiles coyly. "Good. That was a test. You're not here for the family wealth." "Family wealth?" He nods, grabbing his own cup of coffee and breathing in the lingering steam of it. "We're one of the richest families in New York. You didn't know that?" I only shrug, the caffeine settling in my empty, starving stomach. "I never heard of the family before. I know the Donahues, just because of their business at the bank. Otherwise, I'm not really aware of who in this city has wealth and who doesn't if they don't use the Grand Dominion." "You chose one hell of a pair of guys then," Mason chuckles. "The Golden family has more business in this city, in the whole state, than the Donahue family could ever dream of." "What kind of business?" It's the first time Mason goes inexpressive at my question, and I shiver. "You should probably talk to them about that, Eden. I'm just a little piece of the great puzzle that is the Golden family." I look around the apartment, the place so calm and still. "Where are they?" "They went out to meet with their dad, Felix. He is the head of the family, and while he didn't approve of the bank robbery," he says, shaking his head exasperatedly, "they are working on what to do with the trinket they stole." I figure I should also ask the brothers about that box, too. Mason doesn't seem very open to me yet, but he is nice enough now for me to trust not to drive me back to Jack. I can only imagine my ex's rage right now. "There's a familiar face," Mason says, pointing to the television. I recognize myself on the screen and dare to look away, too afraid of what they're saying about me now. Mason turns up the volume, and I swallow, finally leaning in to watch a new spin on the old surveillance footage. "…Was seen helping the robbers in this new angle of footage from inside the vault," the news reporter says, showing me grab the silver box to hand it to Dante, but he never took it away. "It is believed that Eden Smith has been released from police questioning, but she is still a suspect." "What?!" I bark, the coffee cup jumping forward with me and spilling into my lap. I hiss, setting aside the cup but standing up, watching as the horror unfolds. "Did she say—say suspect?" "Yeah, I heard that too," Mason gasps, his voice hollow and deep. "Did they say you were a suspect when you were being questioned?" "No, they took my statement. I told them I didn't know anything about the brothers and—and—" I try to move, to comprehend anything that was just said on the news. "I can't go to jail! I'm not a bad person." "You're just sleeping with the guys who robbed a bank," Mason says, somewhat snarkily. My dreary, wet eyes find him. He bows his head. "Sorry. That was a cheap insult. I didn't mean to add to the stress." "You don't even know me," I groan. "Why are you so sure I'm a bad person? I have had a very troubled life, and I have still stayed on the right side of the law. I didn't wake up one day and think about robbing a bank vault, okay? That was your family!" He raises his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, it wasn't personal. I just want to make sure they're not going to get hurt." "Get hurt, how?" I demand. "How could I hurt them?" His gaze seems far away and cold. I can tell already that I won't like his answer. "They're very powerful brothers," Mason says at last, shrugging off his serious tone. "They do a lot of dangerous things. They aren't exactly the type of guys you would want to take home to meet your mother." It's a good thing I don't have one, then. I keep that to myself, sure that Mason, like the Golden brothers, knows everything about me already. "If it's just for fun, that's one thing," Mason sighs. "If you think they will care about you for any more than what you do in that bedroom, you might be disappointed." My heart sinks, but I ignore the feeling. They care about me, and they showed that when they came back to get me. I don't think the extent of this situation deserves a label. I wanted to be here with them, and they wanted me to be here too. So I will stay right here until they get home, no matter how much it seems to irritate Mason. And then… we will figure out what to do about this new information. Together.