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“Eve,” I mumbled, the pounding in my head so intense I needed to close my eyes. “Call me Eve.” He gave a small, husky laugh. “More like Lilith than Eve with lips like that.”
“Breathe with me, sweetheart,” he whispered, his husky voice close to my ear. “In and out, regulate your breathing. No one will hurt you. I promise. I will destroy anyone who tries.”
“All of it is creepy,” I deadpanned. “Don’t get confused about how this situation reads.” Brodie just grinned good-naturedly, and I wondered how this famous, gorgeous, rich-as-fuck guy could appear so down-to-earth.
I jumped about a foot in the air because I’d completely forgotten my stalker. “Shit, Brode,” I said, slamming my hand against my chest to hopefully calm my heart’s frantic beat. “I forgot you were even there. We need to get you a bell or something.” His lips twitched. “I have to say, you’re hell on a guy’s ego, Evie babe. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a chick forget I was there before. Though I do like the new nickname. Pretty sure that makes us besties now.” He bopped me on the nose. “And besties don’t forget besties are standing there.” “Please stop saying bestie. You’re making it creepy and
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to, I deflected. “Weren’t you off to blow some woman’s mind?”
“I don’t believe I said anything about blowing a woman’s mind, but if you’d like to volunteer, I’m happy to change your entire existence. All you have to do is say yes.”
“There’s not a fucking chance I’ll ever be another notch on your well-used bedposts, Brodie Keller. But nice try.” A desperate rumble escaped him, but I was already gone, heading back for the house.
Haze, aka not a janitor,
explanation. I didn’t have a clue which of the douchebags out there were his friends. Although I had a sneaking suspicion that there was a lot more to the relationship between all five men than anyone else knew. Even in my short time amongst them, I’d noticed a familiarity. Not to mention, why else would they need an NDA?
Connor, the gun-toting psycho.
The fact that I needed an escort in the house I had to live in, and I’d signed an NDA to not reveal anything these guys did here, didn’t bode well for my future. My family had sent me here to be safe, but I might have wandered from one gunfight into an entirely different deadly situation.
You pulled a gun on me; I poison your food. It was called balance. Or karma.
Well, fuck. When Ethan took charge like that, it had me imagining him in charge in other ways, and if I didn’t get laid soon, my lack of sleep was going to be the least of my worries.
“You’ll barely even notice that I’m here.” Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.
That was another part of what I’d been running from, these feelings of belonging. Belonging meant it could be torn away, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive it again.
“Kissing you is destructive perfection.”
“I need you to touch me,” I said, no hesitation. This was going to happen, and I wanted it to be tonight, when I needed him the most. “Touch me wherever you want, Professor Sullivan. I’m already wet, and I need your mouth on my cunt and your cock inside me. I need you to make me come over and over until I can’t breathe. Until there’s no fear. Please. Please.”
“I changed my mind,” I finally said, my voice rough and husky. Ethan lifted his head slightly, his body tensing. “Oh?” I grinned into the darkness. “Mm-hmm. I decided storms are actually pretty great after all.” Tension flowed out of him in an instant and he buried his face into the side of my neck. “Cheeky girl,” he muttered. “But I agree. Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.
As Ethan said, we had no idea how long we’d be on this gravity ball, and I, for one, was glad not to miss out on the sort of mind-blowing sex we’d had last night.
“Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” he asked, shocking the hell out of me. Eyes wide, I shook my head. “Absolutely the fuck not. Nothing happened, Connor. Nothing. I never ever want to talk about it, and so help me if you tell Andrew—or Ethan—that we kissed, I will cut your dick off and make you swallow it.” His lips twitched, then curved into a full-blown grin. “Vicious brat. I meant your panic attack. You’ve got some real trauma with guns, huh?”
You’re the first real thing to walk into my life since these four assholes found me at youth camp.
Why was I such a fucking mess? Oh yeah. Trauma. It was amazing how fucked up a guy could be after enduring torture in a Serbian prison camp as a young teen.
I had to shore up my resolve again or I was about to blindly obey his command. Dominant Ethan did things to me that were downright depraved, and I lost every ounce of feminism in my body.
he made me fall ten times harder for Brodie Orgasm-King Keller.
“Stop staring at me, brat,” he mumbled without opening his eyes, and I would have jumped, except I was too damn comfortable. “You let me sleep on you, trauma bestie.” Connor’s chest rumbled, but I swear the smallest of smiles tilted up the corner of his lips as he finally graced me with the gorgeous green of his eyes. “You’re an absolute pain in my ass, but even I hate seeing the literal suitcases you’ve got under your eyes. I wasn’t going to risk waking you, not even to get more comfortable.”
“You keep looking at me like that, Lilith, and we’re not making it back to Bluebell House before I…” He trailed off, visibly biting his own lip as his gaze dipped to my mouth. “Before you what?” I prompted in a whisper, rising up on my toes to bring us closer to kissing. “Before you bend me over the hood of a random car and take turns fucking me with Brodie?” “Whoa,” Brodie exclaimed, having just exited the bar himself. “We’re doing what now? Fuck it, no explanations needed. I’m in. Which car, Evie babe? Your pick.”
Don’t be the guy she needs protecting from. If you can’t be better, then don’t be surprised if she finds better.”
