Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.

“Maybe they are trauma bonded. Otherwise, Con has been snatched up and replaced by a new model. Model A for asshole is gone, so this must be model B.”

And I will not have you four interfering in my life just because we live together.” “And occasionally kiss and fuck,”

“Better tell Ethan about your new rules because he’s a bossy prick who likes to control.”

“I could fuck all five of you on a regular, rotating schedule,” I shot back, as their eyes widened and jaws slackened, “and that still wouldn’t give you the right to dictate my life. Not now. Or ever.”

“Excuse me!”

“You’re excused,”

“I thought we decided that this was a no-whore zone,”

“Shouldn’t you be off on your knees somewhere, making Andrew some money?”

“You lowlife thug. Just because all of you share a house now, doesn’t mean you’re anything but scum.”

“Andrew, I don’t understand why you’re sitting here with them. Are you sure the dean would enforce this punishment? Have you spoken to your mother? They’re your enemies, for Fletcher's sake.”

“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice commented just moments before warm hands clasped my waist. “Sore back?” I moaned, leaning back into Ethan’s touch. “Yes…those chairs aren’t ergonomic in the least.”

“Ethan,” I sighed as he grabbed the skirt of my dress, bunching it in his fist. I didn’t even waste time turning around, just craned my neck and met his mouth in a harsh clash of desperate need.

“This is dangerous,” I murmured against his kisses, turning in his arms as he boxed me in with the bookshelves. “What if⁠—” “Shhh,” he cut me off, a sexy grin playing over his lips. “So long as you’re quiet, no one will ever know.” More dizzying kisses, then he hiked up my skirt. “Can we be quiet, Lilith?”

“I’ve been going out of my damn mind all week, watching Brodie’s hands on you during class…”

“Shit, Ethan…” I gasped at the intense sensations zapping through me from his touch. “Shhh,” he chuckled. “You’re in a library, Lilith. You’re meant to be quiet.”

retaliation I wrapped my hand around his hard length and gave a squeeze. A strangled moan escaped him

“Shhh, Ethan, you’re in a...

We both quieted one another by kissing again, and when he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist without hesitation. It was a tight squeeze as his dick slid into me, pinning me to the shelves at my back, but he was kind enough to swallow my gasps and moans with more of those addictive, drugging kisses of his. “Holy hell,” he whispered, breathless as he moved his ...

My head tipped back against the books, my eyelids fluttering as he fucked me harder.

“I so badly want to make you scream right now,” he confessed in a dark whisper. “But we can’t get caught, so be a good girl and bite your lip while you come, okay?”

He thrust hard another couple of times and then I broke. My vision darkened and my ears rang as fireworks exploded in my core, and I only remembered at the last moment to clamp my lips shut and not scream Ethan’s name in euphoria for all the library to hear.

“Fuck,” he breathed, lips against my earlobe as we both gasped for air. “If you can believe it, I didn’t actually come here to do that.” I chuckled quietly, sweat dripping down my spine as he gently lowered me back to the floor. “No? Why not? It’s part of the reason I chose this corner to study in.”

“You look…so fucking delicious right now, Lilith,”

“Your lips are flushed and pink, your pupils are all blown out with arousal…I could get hard again just looking at you.”

“Where have you been, Evie babe? And with who?” My eyes widened. Was it that obvious? “I was just studying at the library.” His eyes rolled. “Ah. I see. Ethan.”

“Don’t forget our date tomorrow night, Evie babe. I wanna be the one that puts that look on your face.” He nipped my lip between his teeth, then released me with a wink.

“Evie babe,” he breathed. “Holy—You look like a fucking dream.” He leaned down, his lips brushing my cheek. “A wet dream.”

Evie belongs to all of us, and you have to learn to share.” Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“I’m right here, Evie babe. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fuck, I hope our room only has one bed,” he whispered, almost too quiet for me to even hear. “I can’t wait to get you alone.” Heat flushed through me and I squirmed in my seat, remembering how worked up he’d gotten me during the movie.

“You can’t sleep there now. I guess we will have to share.”

“Thank fuck!” Then he launched across the gap, tackling me flat onto the floral comforter and slamming his lips to mine.

“Shit,” Brodie groaned between kisses. “I’ve waited so fucking long for this, but I don’t have protection.”

“You spent two hours of that movie getting me worked up in a horny mess, but you didn’t bring any condoms?”

“I don’t even know how to say this without sounding…whatever. I’ve got an IUD, so if you⁠—” “I’m clean so that’s good enough for me,”

“Holy shit, Evie. You’re gorgeous.” His hands cupped my breasts through the sheer bra I’d worn, teasing my nipples into hardened points. His teeth indented his lower lip as he played, his gaze heavy. Wanting more of that reaction from him, I reached behind and unclipped my bra clasp, letting the fabric loosen in his grip.

“Perfection,” he breathed. Then he grabbed my waist and flipped our positions once more, pinning me to the bed as his mouth found my left nipple.

“Brodie,” I gasped, moving against him as desperation fueled me. “Please.”

“Please what, Evie babe? You’re going to need to use your words with me.” Oh fuck. Words were hard. “I need to come. I need you to make me come right the fuck now.” Okay, maybe not that hard at all.

“Holy shit you’re hot, Evie. So freaking hot. I’m going to fucking devour you, babe.”

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he murmured, giving me a searing look before he licked from my ass to my clit in one movement. The groan that escaped him was almost as erotic as the motion of his tongue as he flattened it against my cunt and lapped at me. “Fuck.”

Brodie’s strong hold around my thighs kept me down, and even when I fought to move, he didn’t let go. “Oh god. Brodie. Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“So fucking responsive,” he groaned, the sounds obscene as he growled and lapped against me. “You’re better than anything I could have dreamed up, if I knew to dream of perfection.” “Brodie Keller,” I panted, writhing against his hold. “You’re—fuck.” “I am fuck,” he confirmed. “As in, I’m about to fuck you.”

“You’re delicious,” he said as he rose up and settled between my thighs. “You want to taste?”

“Taste yourself, babe. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”

“Good, right?” he said, watching me closely, his pupils dilating as I sucked harder. “More,” I huffed. “I need more.” His wicked grin was the only warning I got before he slammed his full, thick length inside me.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he repeated between kisses, “I’m not going to last long. For the first time.” An orgasm was racing up my spine as he spoke, so it wasn’t going to be any issue for me. “Wait?” I gasped. “First time?”

yeah, baby girl. This is only the beginning. I hope you weren’t expecting to sleep.”

“Evie babe.” He jerked harder inside me before slowing each thrust, drawing out both of our pleasure as the final tremors rocked through me.