Pretty Boy (The Boys of Apartment 13, #1)

by Brianna Flores

“Okay. Okay, good. It’s just you for me.” He settles back against his pillow, his hands relaxing again now that we’ve cleared that up. “Okay,” I smile. “Bash?” He huffs a quiet laugh. “Princess, go to sleep.”

“I don’t really know a lot about you. I’ve told you lots of things. Like, about my childhood and my family and my friends. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, but… I want to know you.”

“How’d you end up so… great?” He snorts, but I mean it. You hear stories like this, and more often than not, those kids just end up like their parents. But he didn’t. “You are, though. You’re kind of amazing. You know that, right?”

“Well, I want you. So, you better let me––” “Shut up,” his hand covers my mouth as he rolls us until I’m on my back, his face hovering above mine, his floppy hair skimming my forehead. “That’s all you’re going to get out of me for a while, so I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Why is there a dildo stuck to the floor?” “Oh. Don’t look at that.”

“He’s gay, fucking my brother, and rides giant, hot pink dildos. That’s just… great.” “Leave him alone. You need to apologize to him, actually. You were a bitch.” “I walked in to find my ex-boyfriend sitting on my brother’s lap, Seb. A little freak out was definitely warranted!” “You sounded like a bigot. You’re going to apologize.”

“You’re, like, really serious about him, huh?” My jaw clenches as I stare at her, a mental hurdle making it difficult to just say the very obvious answer. “We… are dating.” “You look constipated.”

“You know you hurt his feelings, right? He’s the sensitive type and was upset when you made him leave. You haven’t really screamed good boyfriend so far.” That has my chest and fists tightening. I’m not a good boyfriend. I’ve never even been a boyfriend.

“You’re going to be insufferable as a boyfriend. He’s a big boy, Bash. But, whatever, I will tell your pink-dildo-riding boyfriend that I am so very sorry.” Her face sobers as I fix my unimpressed eyes on her. “Sorry,” she grins sheepishly. “I––so you are lovesick, huh?” “No.”

“We aren’t even––I don’t even think he is my boyfriend. He hasn’t messaged me all day and brought my phone over when I wasn’t here. He’s never said the word boyfriend. We’re just… dating exclusively.”

“Hey! If I’m not having sex on my birthday, nobody is!”

Are you––” I blow out a breath, wondering if I should give him a second to fucking breathe before I start coming at him strong and clingy. “Princess,” he frowns as he presses against me, and the hand that curls around my waist points out just how much I’m shaking. I was worried I wasn’t his princess anymore, that I’d never hear him call me that ever again.

“You are the horniest motherfucker I’ve ever met.”

“Yeah, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t fuck guys in my room.” I stop walking to stare at Cade, feeling Bash walk into me a second later. “It’s my room, too.” And I’ve literally sat in the living room before so he could have sex. With girls. As much as he says he doesn’t have a problem with me liking guys, he just keeps saying and doing shit like this that proves otherwise.

“What’s. Wrong?” “Nothing. I just… well, my asshole trainer fucked me and then fired me. So, I’ve gained a little weight, is all.” His face falls. He actually looks upset, like what I said wasn’t funny at all. Honestly, he’s taking it way too seriously. “Liam, I––” “It’s okay. I was just kidding. Well, I have gained some weight, but it’s fine.” “Liam.” He shakes his head, once again pressing his forehead against me. “You are so fucking sexy. All of you, princess.

“And I’d normally just use sex toys to make myself feel better, but you do it better.” Except he’s going home. Without me. “Yeah? What makes me so much better, sweetheart?” I sigh against his skin. “You just fuck me so good,” I moan, both of my hands now fisted in his tee.

Before Liam, I’d never kissed anyone in public.

“You’re so…” he bites his lips and gives one leisurely roll of his hips before settling again and pressing his forehead to my shoulder. “What?” I ask, my grip tightening on his skin with the effort it takes to not move inside him. “Beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin, and I stiffen. That doesn’t make any sense.

I tug his thong off and push his knees to his chest, fucking myself back into him and watching as his face settles into a look of ecstasy. “Liam,” I groan. “This pussy…” “It’s yours.”

“Jesus,” I mutter quietly. “You’re fucking filthy.” “I’m what you made me,” he accuses, still breathing heavily, broad chest moving as his body starts to sink into the couch. Mine, my entire body sings. I’ve made him mine.

“Don’t fucking call him that.” “Sorry, Bash, no can do. It suits him, I think.” He chews noisily as Bash lets out a growly little groan. “He’s pretty like a princess.” I don’t really mind being teased about Bash’s favorite pet name. I am pretty like a princess, thank you very much

“Wha––” My eyes spot a few cans of Diet Coke on the top shelf, and I know Bash doesn’t drink it. I turn around, spot the rest of the room and their drinks––bottles of water or coffee––and decide that he must have bought them for me. He stocked his fridge with my favorite drink. That’s… he’s just so annoying.

“I’d like to meet them,” I say. “My mom is excited to meet you, too.” “You told your mom about him? We dated twice as long as you two have been together, and you never even mentioned her.” I give her a dead stare. “Hm.” Good thing, too, I think, just as Jax snorts at my response.

He comes hard, his hole spasming so much that it pushes against my hold on the toy enough that it slips out of him. I replace it with my fingers, pegging his prostate and feeling his hole convulse around them until he’s actually crying. He has tears streaming down his cheeks and I keep stroking him until he pushes my hand away. He’s oversensitive, letting out soft little whines as his body tries to settle.

“You… did not cheat on me.” “If I did, I would have at least removed the condom afterward.” He lifts his head to glare at me.

“Should you drive?” “Why? No.” I’ve fully embraced my title as a Princess, and that includes Passenger Princess.

“Does she know I punched your dad?” “First of all, you pushed him. Big difference. Second of all, no. But she would be on your side if she knew you were defending me. She’d do a lot more than push him if she could.” Probably.

“Have you talked to him?” “No,” I snort. “I quit baseball, and he thinks I’m gay with a six-foot-four boyfriend who is not afraid to throw hands. He doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Am I your boyfriend, princess?” My body fights a shiver, trying to tense up despite the words being spoken right against my skin. “Um, I thought you were.” I bite my lip, refusing to let myself look at his face. “You said I was yours.” “You are.” His voice is hard, his hand climbing up until it’s cradling the back of my head in a firm hold. “Okay then. Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Hi,” he forces a smile, one that only just barely triggers his dimples, and then gets real weird as he holds his giant hand out for her to ignore completely. She goes in for a hug, her head only coming up to his broad chest, and he panics a bit. His eyes widen and his movements are choppy as he half-asses a one-armed hug. I warned him this would happen, but I don’t think he believed me.

“Wow,” she says dramatically as she pulls away, hands moving to the outside of his shoulders. “No wonder my son’s gay now!” She actually does pinch his cheek. She’s not even old. Why does she do that so often? “Mother.”

He is kind of stupid, my dimple-having boyfriend.

“I’m kidding, Liam. I think you’re beautiful and that you’re stuck with me. Nothing short of actually turning into a duck would ever make you less sexy.” “What?” I scoff. “So you wouldn’t like me if I turned into a duck,” I squint my eyes. How fucking rude. “Well, I wouldn’t want to bone you.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” Jax pauses all dramatic-like to stare at us over the top of his cup. “Liam wants me to assure him that I’d be down to stay his boyfriend if he ever turned into a duck.”

“I don’t really like sleeping alone anymore. I actually think I hate it with my whole entire soul.”

“So, still being a dick, I see.” “Liam,” he sighs. “I’m not trying to be a dick. I don’t have a problem with your… boyfriend.” He cringes. “You can’t even say that with a straight face.”

“God, you always smell so good,” I emphasize the word with a squeeze. “You’re making my dick hard, stop.”

“All you think about is sex, princess.” “Wrong.” I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him. “That’s not true. I was thinking about cuddles and how good you smell. You’re the pervert who mentioned his dick, knowing I can’t have it.”

“It’s asses like this that are the reason the peach emoji is the universal ass emoji,”

My hole is closed tight like it’s forgotten what it’s for now that I’ve gone a week without a real dick, and that first lap against it is so underwhelming I consider changing my mind and telling him to get one of my sex toys, but I wait.

“Tell me I’m pretty.” “Oh, fuck, Liam, you are. So fucking beautiful.” I whimper, my hips rolling against his as he sinks in deeper. “Tell me I’m yours.” “You are,” he smiles, flashing his wretched dimples at me. “You’re mine, princess.”

“The truth ain’t crazy. I’m going to marry you, have your babies.”

“You want to get married one day, have kids?” “Oh, fuck yeah,” I nod my head as much as I can before I’m groaning. “Just knock me up, daddy.”