39. CHAPTER 39 #4
“Fuck this shit,” he sighs, and jerks Tek away from the wall. “If you’re gonna act like a child, you can get treated like one.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Tek complains the whole way—still trying to get Carey’s hands off of him.
Pressing his forehead against my brothers, Carey says, "Someone’s got to,” and pushes him out onto the porch. “Now get in the fucking truck!”
Again, the deep bellow of his voice makes me jump, and I look to Eden who pulls me to his side.
Quickly shutting the cabin door, Carey leans against it and gives us both the sweetest, butter wouldn’t melt, smile. “It was nice to meet you, Jin.”
“Ah… Same. I guess.”
Then all his attention is on Eden. “For your sake, I hope this is real.”
“You think I’d put up with this shit if it wasn’t?”
“I mean, I saw you beating Tek into the wall, so I’m not quite sure what you were putting up with.”
“I don’t have to answer to you.”
Carey points outside with his thumb. “And I don’t have to take him away.”
“He was out of line.”
“And to him, you’re out of line. So maybe just consider it from his side, then soften it a little bit and—never mind.” He shakes his head. “Do you have an ETA on when you’ll be home?”
Eden’s hand tightens on my shoulder, and I look up at him.
With nothing needing to be said between us, he turns back to Carey. “March first.”
His smirk is sly but understanding as he gives me another once over. Then he gestures to his brother’s leg. “I don’t suppose that’s Korean for I’m fucking my best friend’s little brother, but I don’t wanna talk about it? ”
As he gazes down at his wrapped calf, Eden’s hand slides from my shoulder until his fingers are inside the rolled waistband of my sweatpants. “Only the first bit.”
“Then expect a lot of questions.”
“Maybe the whole thing then.”
The brothers share a sympathetic—if not forced—laugh as Carey turns towards the door. “I’ll sort him out, I promise.”
“And you expect him to listen?”
Staring off into nothingness, Carey nods; "Yeah. I do,” and opens the door.
As soon as it’s shut, I run over to lock it, and see their argument pick back up when Carey nears Tek's truck.
“Get the fuck over here.”
I run my fingertips over my exposed stomach, then lower until I start feeling hair.
When I finally turn around, Eden is on the sofa with his flannel off and his sweats pushed down.
A condom wrapper is already on the cushion beside him and I watch with wide eyes as he rolls the rubber down his length.
“How the hell are you already hard?”
“I’ve had a semi since you told me I could fuck you as soon as they left.”
I lick my lips and walk to him. “You know, the curtains are open?”
Eden grabs my ass and pulls me forward until my shins hit the sofa. “Let them watch.”
“Do you really mean that?”
“I don’t care who sees us together. And Tek is a fucking liar. I’m not ashamed to be with you. You’ll never be a secret because I’ll never hide you. I love you, Jintae. And I want the whole fucking world to know.”
Climbing on top of him, I wrap my arms so tight around his neck he has to reach up to loosen them. “I’m not sure if it’s real yet.”
Eden guides me to sit down so he can look at me. “It’s real. And this is it. It’s me and you from here on out. I’ll take shit from your parents, but not from anyone else. And I’ll never stop fighting for us, or for you. Because I want you to have everything.”
“I don’t need anything but you.”
“All the more reason for it.”
“Don’t be silly.”
Eden raises my chin; “I’m not,” and kisses me.
It’s soft, and hard at the same time.
So full of promises.
So full of love.
“Were you being serious? About what you said before?”
Eden smoothes back my hair. “About what exactly?”
Nerves and self doubt well up inside me. “Never mind.” I shake my head dismissively and lean back in to kiss him.
With a cheeky, pompous chuckle, he plants his hand against the base of my neck. “Yes, Jin. I was being serious. I do want to marry you. One day. When you’re ready.”
Leaning to my right, I dive between the couch cushions to retrieve one of the many hidden bottles of lube we have stashed around the cabin. After pushing it against Eden's chest, I stand up, and remove my sweatpants.
The lid of the lube clicks back into place, and his glistening hand waits tentatively against his thigh.
I straddle him again, my palms resting against his tattooed pecs as he reaches between my legs.
His first two fingers press inside me with ease, and after only a few pumps a third is added.
"I told you that by the time spring came you'd be totally fucked."
"It's only because you broke me."
"You begged me for it."
"And you did such a good job." Rolling my hips, I push back against Eden's fingers and smirk. "You know I was ready before we started."
My hands leave his chest and I grope my ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
Eden growls and withdraws his fingers. The head of his pre-slickened cock is pushing against my hole a second later.
"I fucking love how desperate you always are for me," he grits through clenched teeth as his crown sinks past my rim.
My body tenses, and his hands drop to my thighs.
I release my ass, and his eyes roll.
I lean forward, all the weight of my upper body bearing down on Eden's neck as I push against his windpipe with my palms and wrap my fingers tight.
He pulses as I sink onto him; torturously slow, feeling every single inch until I'm as full as I can take him in this position. It's still not easy, but it helps that we start most days with him pounding me into the mattress.
With our eyes locked, I pull up just to sink back down; my body soon rolling in a smooth rhythm from chest to hips.
Eden grips my thighs as he struggles to hold his position.
He wants to move. He always does when I'm on top. But it's all part of the game.
He likes this too much—being used by me. Like he's just a lump of flesh for me to fuck.
I deny him of my eyes and let my head fall back, and I swear I feel him grow inside of me.
This is the kind of tortured bliss he craves.
My neck is bare to him; my jaw sharp and my veins straining against my skin.
He growls so low and deep I feel it radiate through me.
My dick lightly smacks his stomach with each descent.
I can feel every tightening twitch of his muscles as he simmers just below breaking point—like a kettle about to boil.
"Fuck… So good," I moan, my head still back and bobbing loosely with each bounce. "This dick… It's so good."
His nails bite the skin of my thighs. "Who's dick is it?"
I smile up at the roof and answer; "My dick. Mine to use whenever I want." Knowing it will bite him back just as hard. And it works.
With the next roll of my hips Eden hammers up into me.
I push harder against his throat, wringing his neck with all the strength I have.
He thrusts harder and my body lurches forward; my forehead falling to his shoulder.
With one hand in my hair, he jerks me back up to look at him.
Now I get what I want.
My hands around his neck mean nothing because he can manipulate me so easily.
It's what I crave.
It's what I live for. This, and his love.
The man who can praise me with the sweetest words, but also fuck me senseless—clearing my brain of every doubt and worry. Proving to me time and time again that he's the only one I'll ever need.
"Who's dick is this?" he asks, driving up into me again.
I raise my finger and push it against my crooked smile, hushing him.
Taunting him.
"You'll answer me or I'll never let you leave."
"It's not a threat if it's what I want." I grin back at him. "That's what you really promised. That I'd be addicted to you, and only you. That I'd forget about everything except how you make me feel."
"Fuck you, I love you so much," he groans, then kisses me—his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me in place.
"I love you, too," I tell him; my chin against my chest and my forehead pressed against his. "All of you, everything you do. But I'm ready for more. I need to feel all of you."
"You're so perfect," he tells me, and I reply with;
"Just fucking do it."
And that's when beast Eden takes over.
His grip in my hair tightens and I'm thrown down on the sofa cushion beside him and off of his dick.
I gasp, my need for him growing deeper by the second.
Controlled power.
The right pain.
He stands behind me, dragging me by the head until I'm kneeling on the sofa and my cheek is mashed against the cold glass of the back window.
He slaps his cock against my right butt cheek.
He lines himself up, and enters me again—stopping just inside so he can take my arms and pin them at my sides with his giant hands as he grips my waist around them. Then, in one fluid motion, he slams all the way into me.
I'm full to the brim.
It feels so good.
Completely helpless, I let him use me just like I did on the stairs.
Each impact sends shockwaves through my body.
His balls slap wildly against me.
Condensation fogs, then drips down the glass from my breathy moans.
Messy black hair falls forward over his face.
His tattoo covered biceps bulge as he grips me tighter, fighting against the power of his own blows.
My voice breaks around the filthy noises being punched out of me.
I feel like fireworks are going off in my skull, drowning out everything but the guttural sounds of Eden's grunts and the feeling that I'm about to come untouched.
I don't know how he does it, but it seems to be getting easier for him to completely unravel me.
Dominated, debased, content, loved.
We each hold the other in the palm of our hand.
"Gonna… I'm gonna…" I pant out, and Eden's ironclad grip loosens and my back is bathed in the warmth and weight of his chest.
His thrusts shallow, focusing in. It's insane how well he knows my body.
White-hot flashes of pleasure blind me with every connection.