Epilogue #2
“Watching you like this is even better than I dreamed,” Beau says. His own voice sounds breathless, his cock rock-hard through his pants. He’s almost as turned on as I am, and I want so much to come so I can finally feel that cock inside me.
“Beau, please. Please, I want?—”
“I know.” He kisses my shoulder. “I know, you’re so close. You can take a little more, though.”
“I hate you,” I whimper as I buck my hips back against him.
“No, you don’t.” He smiles. “It’s okay, though. Do you want to hear what I’m going to do once you come?”
I nod. I need something to think about other than how much I want to come.
“I’m going to get out of this suit. Then, you’ll bend forward just a bit, put your hands against the mirror, and spread your legs nice and wide for me while I fuck you from behind.”
“Oh fuck…”
“And after you’ve come again, I’m going to take you to bed, and I’m going to fuck you so deep you see stars, Brin.”
I moan, because I want exactly that. So much.
“And once those stars turn supernova, I going to come with you.”
He finally presses harder against my clit. “Okay, baby.” Beau strums me, picking up speed, making me squirm so violently he has to hold me tight to keep me on my feet. “You can come now.”
That permission is all I need. I writhe against him as pleasure sweeps over me in a massive wave. My eyes squeeze shut, and Beau’s hands on me are the only things that keep me from collapsing.
“Hands on the mirror,” he orders once I stop shaking.
I follow his orders. Behind me, I can see Beau shucking off his clothes until he’s gloriously naked.
His muscles will never stop amazing me. He looks so powerful, like an ancient god.
My mouth goes slack as I watch him move up behind me, fisting the base of his cock.
“I know I haven’t warmed you up for this, but you can take it, right?”
I nod. I know it’ll be a tight fit, but I crave that full, stretched feeling.
His seeping head presses up against my wet core. He pushes inside me, and we both moan. We watch our reflections as he sinks deeper until he’s bottomed out. He moves his hand over my stomach, tracing how far inside me he is.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you now?”
I nod again, and he chuckles darkly.
“I know you’re really turned on when you lose your words.” He pulls out, then pushes sharply back inside, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes my thighs shake.
“ There it is. There's that face. Look at it, baby. Look at what I do to you.” He pulls out slow this time, almost all the way, and I watch his cock emerge from me slick and obscene. “That's what you look like when I'm inside you. That's what you look like when you're mine.”
He sinks back in. My knees almost buckle.
“And every time you stand in front of this mirror after tonight, you're going to remember exactly how you looked taking my cock.”
He slowly speeds up with every thrust until he’s pounding into me, watching my tits bounce in the mirror as he bottoms out again and again and again. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on his muscles, and I’m letting out indecently loud sobs of pleasure.
“I’m getting close,” I warn him as heat spirals up inside of me.
At my announcement, he has to slow down, get control of himself so he can make good on his promise.
“No,” I groan. “More. Don’t stop.”
I don’t care if he comes with me now. I need him to move.
Beau growls, bucking into me, reaching around my hip to rub my sensitive nub, bringing me to orgasm faster.
“Fuck, Brin—” It’s the tension in his voice that undoes me, and I come again, this time on his cock, my breath fogging the mirror as I scream my release.
I’ve barely come down from it, legs shaking like a new foals as Beau pulls out just long enough to carry me to the bed.
He lays me down and swiftly crawls over me.
It’s only a second before he’s on top of me, thrusting inside, gazing down at my face with a combination of tender affection and bottomless lust.
He braces one forearm beside my head, his other hand snaking down between us. His hips don't break rhythm.
“One more time, Brinley, Baby,” he says through his teeth, tension across his brows. “I want you screaming my name into this fucking ceiling, so the whole goddamn building knows whose name belongs in your mouth.”
Beau’s finger moves down to my clit. He circles it mercilessly, no longer dragging it out but drawing me out toward the edge.
“I want you here every night.” He pants. “I want this all the time.”
“Yes.” I slam my lips against his in a clash of teeth and tongues. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I scream his name as my orgasm draws me tight and sends me spiraling. He fucks me through it, coming right afterward and collapsing on top of me. We lie together in a sticky, happy mess until Beau drags himself to the bathroom and returns with a wet cloth.
He cleans me with the same focus he uses when he's plating a dish—slow, deliberate, like every inch of me is something he refuses to do hastily.
When he's done, he kisses the inside of my thigh, then the curve of my hip, then my temple.
Three kisses, three places. I file it away in the part of me that catalogs his rituals, because someday I want to be eighty and remember exactly how he loved me.
Then he crawls back into bed with me.
Our legs twine together, my head on his chest.
“You don’t have to, you know,” he says. “Move in. At least not right away. I feel like I put you on the spot. I don’t expect you to just drop everything and?—”
I kiss his chest over his heart. “I wanted it before you even asked. I’ll need some time to figure out what I’m going to do about my own place—and Eden, but, I love you, Beau.”
“Fuck, I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”
“And I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say it back.”
A low laugh rumbles in his chest as he kisses the top of my head. “I love you, too, Brinley baby.”
For a moment, we lie together in the extraordinary reality that we no longer have to hide or pretend. We can be a perfectly ordinary, perfectly happy couple.
My phone rings and I groan, hitting the reject button.
“Who’s that?” Beau asks sleepily.
“Reed. One of Eden’s insane brothers. It’s not enough to text her and make sure she’s safe. They text me constantly, too.”
“So they’re overprotective?”
“‘Overprotective’ doesn’t even begin to cover it. Reed is the least obnoxious about it, though. Anyway, I’m sure Eden’s fine. I’ll text them later.”
As soon as I snuggle comfortably back into both arms, my phone rings again.
And again.
And again.
I sigh. “Do you mind if I pick up? I don’t think they’ll stop till I do.”
Beau just grunts his assent, and I accept the call, but this time it’s Jasper’s number on the phone. “Hello?”
“What the fuck, Brinley?” a low voice yells, so loud it makes the speaker on my phone buzz. It’s Wade. I recognize the deeper, authoritative tone, even after a couple years of not hearing it, and I remember Eden blocked his number. “When did you know? Why didn’t you fucking tell us?”
My brow furrows with confusion. “I don’t?—”
“I thought you were a good friend. I thought she was safe with you, but goddamn , what kind of friend lets their friend become a fucking cam girl?”
The words hit me like a pie to the face. It doesn’t make any sense. Wade might as well be shouting nonsense words.
“Holy shit,” I breathe when reality hits me.
That’s Eden’s plan. That’s the “idea” she wouldn’t explain. That’s the money that would “float her through spring.” Eden—sweet, grounded, practical Eden—is doing cam girl work to stay in Toronto. No fucking way.
“I swear, I didn’t know,” I say quickly, before Wade can start yelling again. “Seriously, I had no idea. Are you even sure it’s true. Maybe you?—”
“Well, at least it’s not just us she’s lying to,” Wade says darkly. “This can’t fucking happen, Brinley.”
“No idea of what? ” Beau asks, and I shush him.
“Look, I’ll talk to her as soon as I can, but…”
A brief, terrifying silence. “But what ?”
“I can only give her my opinion. If Eden tells me to mind my own business, I will. It’s not up to me or any of you what Eden does with her own body. She gets to make that choice.”
“Tell me you’re joking,” he snaps.
“I’m not saying I approve! Just that I can’t make the decision for her.”
He responds with a string of the most inventive expletives I’ve ever heard, then declares, “That’s it. We’re coming to Toronto.”
My heart sinks. “We?”
“Yes, we. Her brothers. All of us.”
The line goes dead, and I’m left staring at my phone.
“What was that?” Beau asks. “What the hell is wrong?”
I shake my head. “I don’t even know where to start.”
The Locke brothers are coming to Toronto. All three of them. Cowboys in the city, armed with overprotective fury and absolutely zero chill. Eden doesn’t know yet. And somewhere across town, she’s making the most reckless decision of her life, thinking she has all the time in the world.
But she doesn’t.
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