Chapter 16: Eve

Kissing Beau had rattled me more than I’d expected it to, so the next morning, when everyone else went for breakfast, I went for a walk by myself, hoping to clear my head. It was a chilly morning, and fog coated the ground. In the distance, the ocean waves roared against the shore, but I headed in the opposite direction, not really thinking about where I was going as I stumbled through the trees and brush, winding up not too long later at the last place I thought I’d ever willingly go.
The cemetery.
It was peaceful out here during the day, hauntingly beautiful in a way that so few people could appreciate. Dew clung to the green grass, and birds chirped softly in the trees above my head. Not caring about the wet ground, I wrapped my jacket tighter around myself and took a seat in the grass, leaning up against a tree to take a long, deep breath. The autumn air chilled my lungs, and I closed my eyes, basking in the peaceful silence of the island. Without the academy in full view, the island was magnificent. I imagined building a little cottage in a place like this, living in peace next to the shore, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday people and the mundane life they lived. I could do it. I could live alone, take care of myself, and relish in the peace that came with isolation. I didn’t need anybody.
Especially not those boys that made my body ache with the kind of desire that left my skin flushed and the area between my legs dampened with moisture.
“Fuck,” I said aloud, slapping my hands over my face to take another deep breath. Every time I thought of Beau’s kiss, my head spun with confusion, and the lightheaded feeling that came with a bout of euphoria overtook me. And it wasn’t just him I was thinking about, either. I thought about Keane and Teague and what it would be like to kiss them, to allow their hands to trail up and down my body until I whimpered with want and desire. Sometimes, I imagined them one at a time. I wondered how different each of them would be, how their fingers on my body would feel different, beautiful. Often, I envisioned all three of them at once, and that’s when I really started to lose my mind.
“Get it together, Eve,” I muttered aloud, squeezing my thighs together unconsciously. But the image of the boys wouldn’t fade. I imagined Keane’s fingers brushing the outside of my undies, teasing me, as Beau’s lips landed on mine, hungry for me, exploring his mouth with mine just as he had yesterday afternoon. I imagined Teague’s fingers running up and down my bare skin, making me shiver, and tremble for him.
My hand snaked down my lap as the faces of the Rogues filled my vision, stopping just inside the slit between my legs. With a small moan of pleasure, I tightened my thighs around my hand as a buzz of anticipation traveled through me. My hips rocked slightly, meeting my hand. I tilted my head back, letting a breath of air slip between my teeth as my fingers rubbed my crotch over the undies I wore. A second later, I slipped my fingers under the panty line, inserting one finger inside of myself with a small gasp. My eyes fluttered closed, and another moan slipped past my lips. Just as I was on the edge of orgasm, writhing against my own hand in ecstasy, the snap of a branch pulled me back to reality. I jerked my hand up and away, horrified when Keane stepped into the clearing, his eyes on me, Teague and Beau trailing directly behind him.
“Well, well, well,” Keane said, his eyes traveling over my flushed skin as I made an unsuccessful attempt to pretend I hadn’t been doing what I’d just been doing. How much had he seen? “You look awful disgruntled, kitten,” he said, stopping in front of me as his eyes raked over my body. “What are you doing out here all by your lonesome?”
“Trying to get away from you three,” I said defiantly, hoping they wouldn’t smell the sex on my hands like the fuck hounds they were. “How did you find me?”
“You must forget who we are here,” said Teague, his eyes also roaming my body. “Why so flushed, bunny? You look like you’ve been running.”
“I have. Away from you.” I started to stand, legs slightly shaky, but Keane put his hand out to stop me.
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” he purred. “We’ve been looking for you.”
“Why?” I leaned unsteadily against the tree, feeling open and vulnerable like I was splayed out in front of them on an open table. “What could you possibly want now?”
“We have a rule, see,” Keane mused, tilting his head in my direction as he drank me in, eyes raking over my body hungrily. “You’re not allowed to kiss or fuck one of us if you don’t kiss or fuck all three of us.”
I looked at Beau, hurt that he had dared say anything about the kiss we’d shared in his room, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. There wasn’t one without the others, and while I was annoyed, I was prepared for this. How could I not be?
“And what makes any of you think that I’m interested?” I asked coolly, folding my arms over my chest. “I can kiss who I want without repercussions.” As I stared them down, challenging them, I noticed that instead of drying up, the wetness between my legs was only expanding.
I wanted to scream.
“That’s debatable,” purred Teague. “And you know it.” He ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair, winking at me, and the spark between my thighs reminded me that I wasn’t in charge here. Not even if I wanted to be. Because, as I’d already come to admit, Beau hadn’t been the exception. All three of them drew reactions from my body that were both unfamiliar and thrilling, a sensation that had me on edge at every second, every moment.
But if they wanted a game, they’d get a fucking game.
“So, are you going to tell me what you want, or do I have to drag it out of you?” I asked with a small purr. A flicker of surprise crossed Keane’s face, but it was gone in an instant.
“You suddenly seem so willing,” he said. “Why is that?”
I laughed humorlessly and shook my head. “I don’t know, Keane. I guess I’m feeling wild today.” I let my eyes flicker towards Beau and then to Teague. Neither of them spoke. They seemed confused, too.
I loved it.
“Come on now,” I said, stepping towards Keane with what I hoped was a sultry grin. “You talk the talk, big man, but can you walk the walk?”
Keane chuckled darkly, that self-assured grin lighting up his face. He stepped towards me and reached out, touching my face, fingers trailing down my cheek and to my chin, where he secured it between two fingers.
“Be careful what you wish for, kitten,” he purred. “It’s all fun and games until you get what you ask for.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I?” I whispered, trembling beneath his touch as Keane’s fingers dropped from my chin, trailing down my bare neck, making me shiver. For the first time since I’d met the Rogues, my first reaction wasn’t to run and hide. Not anymore. Any fear I had of them was pushed down, shoved aside in lieu of the sudden, overwhelming, aching desire I had to feel their bodies pressed against mine.
“She’s ready, Keane,” Teague said behind him, running his tongue over his lips hungrily. I was pleased to see his prick hardening beneath his jeans, fighting for release. They wanted me as much as I wanted them, and that mere thought gave me power over myself and them. Gone was the frightened girl who couldn’t stand up to her bullies. The Rogues had proved more than once that they weren’t going to force me to do what I didn’t want to do. They were assholes, mega assholes, but they’d waited. Patiently or impatiently, it didn’t matter. I had nothing to lose, not anymore.
There was a good chance I was never getting off this fucking island, so I might as well just give into it.
But only if I enjoyed it, too.
“Get on your knees,” Keane instructed, his voice hard and cool. “Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
Briefly, a sudden panic welled in my chest, but I shoved it down, staring into his eyes. I wouldn’t let the fear win, not this time. I was ready.
“Do it now,” Teague said, stepping up beside Keane, a dangerous smile on his lips. I swallowed down any sliver of fear I might have had and nodded just once before dropping to my knees in the damp grass, clasping my hands behind my back. A chill of apprehension crawled up my spine, but I ignored it, lifting my chin defiantly to stare at the two of them. Beau was still behind the other two, leaning against a tree, watching the scene from a few feet away. Despite his false disinterest, his hardening cock betrayed him as he watched us silently, and a satisfied smirk rose to my own lips.
“Have you ever tasted cock?” Keane asked, squatting down in front of me. His hand reached for my hair, twirling a strand of it around his finger, teasing me. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand trailed once again down my neck, this time continuing on until his finger roamed over my covered breast. I bit my lip, chewing on it between my teeth as Keane’s fingers grabbed and twisted my nipple, sending a shock of pain through my body. I hissed in surprise, feeling my body betray me as he played with my erect nipple, taunting and teasing me. The arousal between my legs grew, and I swallowed, forcing myself to look away from him as he demanded a reaction from my body. As I kneeled there in the grass, hands behind my back, Teague leaned forward and removed my jacket, dropping it on the ground next to me.
“You shouldn’t cover so much of yourself,” he said, head tilting to the side as he took me in. “You’re too beautiful to hide under so many layers.”
Goosebumps rose on my skin, and I knew it wasn’t just from the cold as Keane’s fingers worked gently on my other nipple, kneading it until it was just as hard as the other. I wasn’t wearing a bra, not expecting that I’d see the Rogues today, and the thin tee shirt I wore did nothing to hide the reactions of my body.
“Fuck,” Beau moaned from behind Teague. My eyes flickered in his direction, thighs squeezing together when I noticed he was touching himself, reaching for the button on his jeans. Teague, as he watched Keane twist my nipples, did the same.
“Open your mouth,” Teague instructed, and a sliver of apprehension ran up my spine as he dropped his pants to his ankles, letting his cock release from the restraints of his pants. I was shocked to see how big he was, bigger than I’d ever experienced before. Though, that wasn’t saying much because I’d only been with a small handful of men before now.
A sudden uneasiness overtook me as my eyes fixated on Teague’s dick. I shook my head defiantly, pursing my lips together in a panic.
“Do as he says, kitten,” Keane whispered in my ear, his fingers briefly abandoning my nipples to trail up my neck, holding me captive as he tightened around me. My hands dropped from behind my back, ready to fight them off, but Keane’s grip on my neck tightened, warning me against it.
“I can’t,” I murmured, but I knew it was too late to back down now. I’d committed to this, to them, and falling apart now would undo every ounce of confidence I’d had seconds ago. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, feeling the tightening of Keane’s fingers on my neck until it was uncomfortable.
“Open your mouth, Evelina,” Teague murmured, stroking himself as he smiled down at me. I hated this, I hated him, and more than anything else, I hated that I wanted to.
“Fuck you,” I said. Keane’s fingers ran through my hair, tightening until he had me in a vice-like hold. Teague stepped forward as Keane held my head still, running the tip of his cock over my lips, taunting me. I pressed them shut, trying to turn my head away, but it was impossible.
“Suck it,” said Beau across the grass. He was touching himself, too, watching the scene from his place against the tree. Once again, this turned me more, and the wet heat that formed between my thighs was a slap in the face.
“It’s okay,” Keane said, whispering in my ear. “I know you want it. You know you want it.”
I knew I did, too, and I hated myself for it. But as Teague continued to tease my lips with his cock, my lips began to part. Keane released me then, and Teague took his place, tangling his hand in my hair for more control. I closed my eyes, but my body was no longer fighting this, and a small moan escaped my lips as Teague’s cock slipped into my mouth. He blew out a breath of air as I took him in, tasting him, longing for him. I closed my eyes, gagging as Teague’s erection slid into the back of my throat, smothering me, but I didn’t pull away.
Not that I could if I wanted to.
“Yes, baby,” Teague moaned. “Fuck yes.” He guided my head back and forth against his shaft, teasing me, forcing me. I gagged again, but he didn’t stop, his grip only tightening in my hair.
“Let her breathe,” Keane instructed somewhere to the side of us, and Teague’s cock slipped from my mouth as I gasped for air, lurching forward as I fought to compose myself. Before I could fully pull myself together, Keane’s dick was in my mouth now, replacing Teague’s.
“That’s it, baby,” Beau moaned from his place near the tree. “Take him all in. Let him fuck you. Let it hurt.”
“Don’t gag,” Keane snapped as I started to choke, his fingers yanking my head back as he filled me. If possible, he was even bigger than Teague, and my throat ached, lungs screaming for air. “Don’t gag, kitten. Swallow. Swallow all of me.”
Before I could anticipate what was coming next, warm, salty liquid shot into the back of my throat. I started to cough, but Keane forced my head back again, shaking his head as his cock quivered inside my mouth.
“Swallow,” he instructed. “Swallow all of it, Eve.”
I held my breath and did as I was told, feeling the tears stream down my face as Keane released his load into my mouth, body shaking with release. His hand loosened from my hair, and he dropped it to his side, pulling his dick from my lips as I slumped forward, panting, gasping for air I didn’t think would ever come.
A moment of silence fell over the cemetery as Teague and Beau also reached climax. With a deep breath, I tried to climb to my feet, but my legs were jello, and I collapsed back onto the grass, overcome with exhaustion, still tasting the saltiness of Keane’s seed on my lips and in the back of my throat. My limbs trembled and shook as adrenaline coursed through me, and heat flushed on my skin. I raised my chin to look at Keane, who smiled down at me, buttoning his pants before reaching for my chin and holding it between two fingers.
“Good girl,” he whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You did well.”
I scowled at him, wanting to hate him, wanting to hate them all, but it was no use.
I couldn’t hate them. Because I’d fucking loved it.
I just wasn’t sure how quickly I could admit that to myself.
“Come on,” Keane said, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. He put a strong arm around me, holding me up, his warm body pressed against mine possessively. “It’s getting cold out here. Let’s go back to the room.”