Page 112 of Cocky Brutal Sinner

I throw my arm dramatically over my eyes. “Tell me you’re not leaving me, Eden. Not after all we’ve been through!”

“Maybe not. I might have an idea.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“I don’t want to get into the details. It’s not a sure thing.”

I frown. “What, are you blowing all your savings on lottery tickets or something?”

“Or something,” she says vaguely. “Let’s just say that if it works out, I’ll have enough money to float myself all the way through until spring.”

Of course, I have a million questions. Is Eden getting into bank robbing, or getting a sugar daddy? Do I have to be worried about her? I had to force myself not to push her. She never pried when I was spiraling about Luke and Peppermint. I owe her some privacy–for now, anyway.

Eden’s phone buzzes. She checks it and laughs, angling the phone toward me. “Right on time. Jasper’s daily check-in.”

Jasper

Haven’t heard from you in two days. Sending proof of life request. Also, does your building have a carbon monoxide detector? I read an article.

Rolling her eyes, Eden takes a selfie with her glass raised. I make a silly face in the background. She sends it to Jasper with the caption, “alive, thriving, detectors present.”

I shake my head. “Your brothers are absolute madmen. They’re going to lose it when you start dating someone.”

Eden’s smile flickers a bit. “That’s a problem for future Eden. For now, I’m free, and I plan to enjoy it.”

The key clicks in the door, and Beau walks in, grinning. Immediately, he strides over and kisses me. Fiercely. I would laugh at the intensity of it if it didn’t make me feel all melty and dreamy.

“What was that for?” I ask when he finally pulls away.

“Nothing. Just happy. And hi, Eden.”

My friend laughs and shakes her head. “Well, it’s time for me to head to my room and put on my noise canceling headphones. Please, carry-on.”

Beau picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Will do.”

He carries me straight to my bedroom and tosses me on the bed. I won’t lie—it still gives me butterflies when he uses his big muscles to toss me around, even though it probably makes me a bad feminist.

Beau crawls on top of me, my favorite lopsided smile spread across his face. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi back.”

We grin at each other like idiots for a moment, then his mouth is on mine, hot and hungry. He tastes me like I’m the dessert at a five-star restaurant while he tugs off my shorts and underwear. He only stops kissing me to take off my shirt, then his. Then he’s back on top of me, his weight deliciously heavy.

I’ll never get over how good it feels to drag my fingers over his defined chest, built by hard work at the gym, which is no longer driven by anxiety. Sometimes, I can’t believe how gorgeous my boyfriend is. I can’t believe he chose me.

Then he’ll do something like kiss my neck and whisper, “I’ve been waiting to do that all day,” and all my doubt disappears.

The hard line of his cock presses against me through his jeans. I reach between us to undo his button, and Beau sits up for long enough to take off his pants.

Long enough for me to climb on top of him, too. I straddle him, flattening my palms against his pecs and leaning down to kiss him. His hands rove over my thighs, my ass, my back, my breasts. He touches me like he can’t get enough of me.

I gasp when his fingers find my clit. He circles it slowly, deliberately.

“Sit back up so I can watch you, Brinley baby,” Beau says.

Because I love the way he looks at me, I follow orders without an argument. He strums my clit with one hand while he teases my nipples with the other. His cock strains directly under my core, adding an exquisite pressure against my sensitized pussy. Electric heat shoots through me in little jolts as he coaxes me towards an orgasm.

The whole time, he looks up at me like I’m something precious. His eyes move from his hand on my pussy to my face and back again, watching for my pleasure. Anticipating it.