Chapter 24
EVE
The following weeks after our mini-blow up in the house turned out to be some of the best of my life.
Brodie returned for an extended period of time, we all made it to every class, and between studying I found myself rotating between the guys in these perfect, stolen moments of time.
There was a lot of sex with everyone, other than Haze, but we were making progress too: long, drugging kisses, lots of touching, time spent adjusting to each new touch and sensation for him.
Though he was really a very quick study when it came to my wants and needs. Though, to be fair, he had spent more than a few weeks watching me with his best friends, so he had walked into this test already knowing the questions.
It wasn’t all perfect of course. Professor Adams was still causing issues, and as I sat in Ethan’s class, I had to force myself not to stare at the sexy professor.
He had a new assistant, an older, dour-faced woman who kept her beady eagle eyes locked on him.
This was the new requirement after the accusations had gone to the school board.
They didn’t have enough evidence to come outright and charge him with anything, but they suggested that all professors have an assessment period for the rest of the year, just to ensure their amazing students and parents that they were on top of any issues in the college.
Also known as checking their professors weren’t banging said amazing students. Dean Attworth should have thought of that before he assigned me to live in a house with five hot-as-fuck guys, one of whom was my professor. Too late to cry I care about the students now.
Not that I wasn’t aware there’d been more than a little coercion on the guys’ side, and the Dean was just an unwilling victim of their manipulations.
Which I was no longer mad about.
Still, Ethan might be cold as ice in public, but in our house, with all the blinds drawn, he was insanely possessive and obsessed. Which was apparently just how I liked my men.
My therapist would have a lot to say if he knew the direction my life had taken since moving states.
Luckily, I’d made the very intelligent decision of never speaking to him again.
I was probably cured. Why not? I only had nightmares when I slept alone, which made the five-boyfriend situation make a lot more sense.
Along with the fact that I was obsessed with all of them.
That afternoon, as I entered the house with Haze, Brodie dashed over and hauled me up into his arms. My feet left the floor, and my backpack would have clattered down, but Haze’s quick reflexes caught it before it landed.
“Baby, I’m nominated for an Oscar,” he crowed, spinning me until I was dizzy, the excitement in his voice filling the front room.
Haze’s voice was dry from over my shoulder. “You’ve already won two Oscars, Brodes. I’ve never seen you act like this.”
There was a deep chuckle, and before I could admonish Haze for his lack of support, Brodie said, “Yeah, I really don’t give a huge fuck.
I just wanted an excuse to haul Eve off the ground and press myself against her delicious body.
” He pulled away to look at me, his eyes bright and filled with mirth.
“Though, every emotion since finding you again just feels stronger. Maybe I—” He shrugged. “Maybe I kind of give a fuck.”
Tightening my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips to his. “I absolutely give a fuck,” I told him. “I’m so fiercely proud of you.”
His eyes were briefly shiny, which made it harder to swallow and breathe for a moment.
“Thank you,” he replied, uncharacteristically serious and quiet.
“You know my parents are useless at anything other than being famous drama queens. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone I truly love tell me they’re proud of me. Fuck, it kinda hits hard.”
Ah, my poor famous rich boy. He might need the most love of all.
I’d never met his parents, and in all honesty, I hoped I never would.
They didn’t seem like nice people, and I wouldn’t be able to help myself telling them where they could shove their fame.
Which would only hurt Brodie, and that was the last thing I’d ever do.
Haze’s heavy hand landed on Brodie’s shoulder. “We’re proud of you too.”
Brodie’s expression really got emotional then, as he stared at the hand. “You’re touching me, bro. Holy fuck. What a day.”
Haze’s eye twitched, but he kept his hand there for another second, before he lifted it and brushed his fingertips across my cheek, leaving a burning mark in its wake.
The big guy sauntered off into the house, and when Brodie set me on my feet, he leaned in and captured my lips in a longer, more demanding kiss.
The slow burn in my body was soon an inferno, and when I wrenched my mouth away, my breaths were hard puffs as I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache.
“Yeah, that’s not happening, baby,” Brodie grumbled, his gaze darkening. “I will be easing that pain you’re feeling.” His hand slipped down my body, applying pressure right where he knew I ached. “Here, baby? You want my fingers here?”
I nodded silently, the desperation for release flooding into my core until I knew my panties were soaked. Or more soaked to be accurate. Five boyfriends were hell on a girl’s underwear.
This time when our lips collided, Brodie hauled me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his narrow waist, desperately seeking friction. He walked us up the stairs, somehow without either of us dying, and when we got to his room, my clothes were torn off me so quickly it had my head spinning.
When he was naked too, he stared down at me sprawled on his bed, his eyes almost black. “Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, pained need streaking across his expression. “Delicious torment.”
He crawled over the top of me, and I couldn’t help but run my hands down the firm muscles of his chest. All the guys worked hard for their amazing bodies, and I was going to admire every cut line and give them all the praise.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I whispered.
“You’re perfect, Brodes, and I’m not just talking about your incredible abs. ”
Brodie’s smirk was filled with male satisfaction, and that really shouldn’t be such a nice look on him. Lucky bastard. “You’re talking about my incredible cock, right?”
My lips twitched, and I pressed my teeth against the bottom one to stop my smile. “No, I’m—”
My words were cut off as he thrust the thick head of said cock notching at my entrance.
He continued to smirk down at me. “Are you sure it’s not about my cock?
” he repeated with another thrust. I was mumbling nonsensical words, the sensation of him stretching me wide sending me mindless and babbling.
Brodie took a minute to fully seat himself. I’d learned recently that while I loved foreplay, nothing got me off more than the moments where they couldn’t wait to have me. That almost painful stretch as they thrust desperately, frantically into me, had me screaming into an orgasm so fast.
Case in point, the tingles and waves of pleasure were already strong, and I tilted my head back as I arched to get him even closer.
Brodie groaned, and when he was vocal, my pleasure increased.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, baby,” he whispered, breaths ragged.
“There’s no way to describe how your pussy feels wrapped around me, hugging my dick like you were made for me.
” His kiss was messy and desperate, just like his thrusts, and I cried out as my body started to tighten and I lost control.
I came hard, my release flooding between us, allowing Brodie to move more freely. His thrusts slowed in speed but not force, pulling all the way out before sliding back in again.
“Never giving you up,” he told me fiercely. “You’ll be at the Oscars with me. You’ll marry me. You’ll live the rest of your life with me, and I’ll make you happy. Whatever it takes.”
Dirty talk was one thing, but having this insanely amazing man want to tie himself to me in every way was enough to send me reeling into my second release. Brodie groaned and fucked me harder as he came too, my name on his lips.
He kissed me until the darkness creeping on the edge of my vision finally faded.
In the low light of his room, holding each other, we remained locked together for a long time.
Our conversation was lazy and relaxed. “I’ve got a stylist booked for your Oscar dress,” he murmured against my throat, his tongue darting out to taste me.
“The appointment is next week in town. They need at least four weeks to get it finished.”
My laughter held a resigned edge to it. “You just assumed I’d go with you months ago, didn’t you? There’s no way you booked a stylist worthy of the Oscars on no notice.”
Brodie’s laughter was as soothing as his fingertips tracing my bare spine. “Baby, I’ve had this stylist booked for the Oscars and our wedding for months. Basically from the first moment I walked into that damn classroom.”
My heart did a weird stutter, and I briefly wondered if it was a heart attack, before realizing it was just the strength of my emotional response to that statement. All those statements.
“You—you have to learn to ask first,” I managed to say, and Brodie just did that deep, rasping chuckle again.
“Oh, Evie babe. We are inevitable. It’s fate, kismet, serendipity. Whatever you want to call it, we’re meant to be together. I won’t waste one minute of our time second-guessing what is very clear to me. You’re mine.”
I wasn’t only his, but now wasn’t the time to bring that up.
Brodie had been the most relaxed in accepting our odd relationship dynamics, so his statement most likely wasn’t about taking me from the other guys.
It was about making sure I knew how he felt, and if that wasn’t the sexiest thing a man could do…