by Eve, Jaymin
I turned fully toward him, suddenly desperate not to think about my fucking stalker and this messed up Delta world. I needed to stop seeing those crime scene photos. “I’ll tell you soon,” I breathed, moving my face closer to his. My heart stuttered out of rhythm for a moment as I stared at Beck. He was fucking gorgeous. Too gorgeous for his own good.
“First though … why are you awake?” I asked softly. His eyes darkened, going stormy at my change of subject. But he indulged me, letting the heavy shit go for a moment.
“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he admitted, brushing a thumb across my cheek. Beck leaned in close, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and touching his lips ever so softly against mine. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, baby. I think I’m addicted.”
I smiled into his kiss, embracing the rush of butterflies erupting inside me at his words. All the bad thoughts disappeared, and I was back to my happy place. The potency of Beck confessing his feelings never seemed to dissipate, and it was fast becoming my kryptonite.
“If that’s true,” I murmured back, sighing with pleasure as he kissed down the side of my neck, “then I’m just as addicted. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you, Sebastian.” Demonstrating my point, I ran my hands down the hard planes of his bare chest, skimming across his abs and settling at his waist.
He let out a small, manly groan as my fingernails trailed over the lines of his lower abs, those delicious ones that created the V shape right above his junk. “I have an idea how we can handle this,” he informed me, between scorching kisses.
“Hmm?” I replied, fuzzy headed with lust and fascinated as to how I’d just ended up straddling Beck when a moment ago I’d been sitting beside him. He was smooth. Real smooth. “How to handle our mutual addiction to each other?”
“Uh huh,” he confirmed, pushing his t-shirt that I’d borrowed up and tossing it aside. I’d been sleeping naked, so without his shirt, my whole body was bare to his touch. “Normally I would just do it, but something told me I should actually ask. You know. Make it official?”
I froze, even as his warm hands cupped my breasts and toyed with my hard nipples. “Make what official?” I asked in a breathy whisper, scarcely daring to breathe. What the fuck was he asking me?
Beck took his time, kissing me long and deep—prolonging the anticipation—before replying. “Butterfly? I was wondering...” he trailed off, dropping scalding kisses against my skin until he reached my breast and captured a nipple between his lips.
I let out a low groan when he sucked, threading my fingers into his hair. Whatever the fuck he wanted to ask, he was seriously making sure I’d say yes. “Wondering what?” I pressed, even while I shifted my weight up on my knees and tugged his boxers off. When he didn’t immediately respond, I took his hard shaft in my fist and gave him a few teasing strokes. “What were you wondering, Sebastian?”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers finding my wet heat and dipping inside. “I was wondering if you...” he broke off again, gripping me by my waist and pulling me closer so that his cock was lined up with my aching pussy. “If you’d be cool with me moving in. Permanently.” He punctuated his request by thrusting inside me, tightening his arms around my body to pull me down until we were totally joined.
The air all rushed out of my lungs, and my fingernails bit into Beck’s muscled back. Whether it was in response to his suggestion or the sheer delirious ecstasy of having him inside me, I wasn’t totally sure.
He only gave me a hot second to adjust before starting to move, holding me still as he pumped his hips up, grinding into me deep and possessive as he always was. Except, unlike all our anger fueled fucks lately, this time it was pure, unfiltered love that he screwed me with.
“Holy shit,” I moaned as his pelvic bone ground against my clit with every thrust, “Sebastian... you’re playing dirty.”
A dark chuckle bubbled out of him, and he laid a hot, open mouthed kiss against my throat. “You’re damn right, I am. So?”
I laughed back, relishing in the exquisite pleasure radiating from my core. “And if I say no?”
A low, dangerous sound rumbled from Beck’s chest and he flipped us, landing us with my back on the couch and him firmly entrenched between my thighs. “You’re not going to say no, Butterfly,” he informed me with utter confidence.
The deadly little twist he put into his hips as he fucked me had me panting with need, and when he slipped a hand down to toy with my clit, I almost screamed. Still…
“What makes you so sure?” I pushed, enjoying making him wait for my answer. Power play was always going to be our thing, no matter how comfortable we got with each other.
His lips brushed mine ever so softly, his tongue tracing the curve of my lower lip carefully, teasingly. “Because you’re just as in love with me as I am with you, Butterfly.”
I groaned, totally unable to deny it and also totally unable to fight the orgasm that was building with every push of his hips, every flick of his fingers, every delicious word from his lips.
“Fuck you, Sebastian,” I moaned, locking my heels together behind him and holding on for dear life as he pushed me over the ledge into a toe-curling, earth-fucking-shattering climax.
“I guess it’s okay, then.” My voice was husky from the screaming and panting of my finale, but he still heard me. His grin was wicked and totally smug, and seconds later, he came with a grunt.
“Thank fuck for that,” he mumbled into my sweaty neck when he collapsed on top of me. He was heavy enough that I was totally trapped... but in a good way. “I already arranged to move my stuff in today while we’re at school.”
Typical. Fucking. Beck.
I started laughing then, but it was one of those exhausted, totally relaxed sort of laughs, and Beck vibrated against me with a silent laugh of his own. Fucker.
“I’m just glad you were asking that and not something more serious,” I admitted, feeling a bit silly for that initial spike of panic—and excitement—that I’d experienced when he mentioned making things official.
Raising his head, Beck gave me a bemused smile. “Butterfly,” he practically purred, “did you think I was going to propose to you? Like this? With my cock buried inside your sweet cunt and a serial killer lurking somewhere in the night?” His tone was slightly joking, but there was a darker thread to it that made me shiver.
“It would be your style,” I muttered back, defensive. “Not that I’m in any way considering marriage to you. So we’re clear. We are way too freaking young for that shit.”
Beck just hummed a noise in response and crawled backward down my body, hooking my legs over his shoulders. His warm breath feathered over my throbbing, swollen pussy, and my breathing stuttered.
“Sebastian,” I growled in warning, “you do agree, don’t you?”
He hummed his response again, using his fingers to part my lower lips and dragging the tip of his tongue down my pulsing clit. I gasped in response, a shuddering sound that ended in a pathetic sort of whimper. Damn him for playing my body like a seasoned pro.
“Agree to disagree, Butterfly,” he murmured, his voice muffled as he kissed my inner thigh, “but I promise I won’t propose.” Two fingers entered me, and his mouth closed over my sensitive clit, drawing a cry from my throat. Just when I thought that we’d put the matter to rest, I caught his whisper of, “this week.”
Sneaky fuck.
16
Beck and I had finally made it back to bed around the same time the sun was coming up, and couldn’t have been asleep long when someone started hammering on the door.
“I’ve got it,” I told Beck, sitting up and hunting for clothes. Where the fuck were all the clothes?
Beck made a growling noise of frustration as he rolled out of bed and sauntered into the living room totally naked and unashamed. “No, Butterfly, you don’t. Did you forget you’re being stalked by a murderer?” He leveled a warning glare at me, and I dropped back into the fluffy bed with a deflated sigh.
; Honestly? Yeah, I had forgotten for a hot second there. Being with Beck made me feel so safe, and this whole fucking relationship felt like such a dream that every now and then the real world just faded away.
“What?” Beck snapped, yanking my front door open and not even trying to cover his nudity.
A little bit scandalized, I raised my head from the pile of pillows just enough to see who was getting an eye-full before breakfast. My bed was in just the right position to view the front door from where I lay.
“It’s done,” Jasper snapped, totally devoid of his usual cheery disposition. “Katelyn was getting the roses too. If we can convince Huntley to hand over their black files, Dante should be free by the end of the day.”
Hearing this, I let out a squeak of excitement, shooting upright on the bed and totally forgetting to cover myself. “Jasper! That’s fantastic news!” I paused, frowning. “I mean, not that she was being stalked by the same guy... but there’s no way they can let the case against Dante stand now, right?”
Jasper gave a shrug, running his hand through his messed up blond hair. A gesture he looked like he’d done a lot before coming here. “Right. If we can find out why Huntley hasn’t already come forward with the info. Anyway, it’s been a hard night, I’m going to catch some sleep. I’ll be at Ducis by lunch or something.”
His voice was totally flat, and he didn’t even give my naked tits a second glance before leaving.
“Uh, what the fuck was that?” I demanded of Beck when he closed the door again.
“What was what?” he replied, coming over to me and pushing me back into the pillows. “Other than you giving Jasper spank bank material for the next thirty years. How many times do I have to tell you that these are mine, Butterfly?” He was teasing, but the possessive way he cupped my breasts made me groan.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I said, keeping the conversation on track before he distracted me with another orgasm. “Jas didn’t even glance at my tits. No jokes, no sly grins, nothing. He was like a robot. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t so much as flinch seeing you open my door in the nude.”
“Ah, that.” Beck let out a sigh, rolling off me and propping his head up on his hand. “I suspect whatever he did to get Layla’s help isn’t sitting comfortably on his conscience.”
My brows shot up. “Jasper has a conscience when it comes to women? Color me shocked.”
Beck gave me a quick grin. “You know he does. The thing with Layla last year was over before we really knew much about it, but I know she messed him up a bit. I even thought he was a bit heartbroken for a while there.”
I shook my head, confused. “So what changed?”
“Nothing, Jasper just went back to being Jasper. We haven’t really talked about her since then, until we came up against this hacking issue. That’s what put her on his radar, you know? She hacked his computer and tried to blackmail him with all the naked selfies he had saved. Clearly, she didn’t realize how widely distributed those pictures already were.” Beck laughed lightly at the memory, and I smiled.
Still, it made me feel awful for our friend. This chick must have been someone pretty special to have such a profound effect on Jasper.
“I feel bad,” I confessed, sighing. “I never want to put you guys in awkward situations to help me.”
Beck snaked a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me toward him and kissing me firmly. “Jasper would happily walk through broken glass to help you, Butterfly. We all would. Don’t act like you’re forcing us to do shit we don’t want to do.”
I grumbled, but knew he was telling the truth. I might only be sleeping with Beck, but all the guys—and even Eddy—had found places in my heart. And me in theirs.
“Come on, get dressed and we can stop for donuts on the way to Ducis,” Beck suggested, and I eagerly bounded out of bed.
“Fuck yes!” I yelled back at him as I entered the bathroom and started the shower running. “Gimme ten minutes.”
* * *
The first half of my day went by pretty uneventfully. I’d become pretty used to having one of the boys shadowing me, and Evan was good company so I wasn’t complaining. Better yet, Eddy didn’t seem to have the same desire to fight with him that she had with Jasper, Dylan, or really even Beck. So it was a peaceful sort of day.
“Is this weird for you?” I asked my best girl friend as we put our books away in our lockers after Chem. “I know when I arrived here you didn’t really hang out with the guys at school. Now you’re queen of Ducis.” I was teasing but also kind of serious.
She snorted a laugh. “Princess, at best. And only because I’m friends with the real queen.” She poked me in the side, and I laughed. “But yeah, it is kind of weird. Our whole lives, Jasper has been my brother in private and a stranger in public. The other four were even worse than that. Ever since Oscar—the oldest of the heirs—turned thirteen and the board took more interest in the boys lives, none of them had really even acknowledged my existence outside of the Delta estate.”
“You know that wasn’t our choice,” Evan commented, and Eddy whirled around to scowl at him.
“Private conversation, dickhead. At least pretend you’re not listening.” She propped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes in challenge, to which Evan raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m just saying,” he forged on, risking Eddy’s ire, “We were just doing what we thought was best. No one ever accused teenage boys of being the sharpest tools in the shed, right?”
Eddy folded her arms and huffed. “You’re not a teenager, Evan.”
“I was then,” he countered, rolling his eyes. “We all were. By the time we realized that wasn’t the only way to play it, you seemed to hate us all. It took this walking tornado to shake shit up and blow away the past.” He shrugged and jerked his head in my direction.
I gasped with mock outrage. “I resent being called a tornado,” I muttered.
“Whatever,” Eddy replied, dismissing Evan with a wave of her hand. Like he wasn’t just going to keep walking with us, regardless. “Anyway, it’s kind of nice.” This was said back to me, answering my original question. “Not the whole thing where everyone treats us like we could crush them if they cross us ... but it’s nice being close to Jasper again. I missed him.”
Evan made a loud fake cough, and Eddy rolled her eyes.
“I guess the others aren’t as bad as I thought too.” She paused, looking wicked. “Except Evan. That guy is a total prick, right?”
“Hey!” Evan yelled, “Little shit.” He tried to grab her, but she danced out of his reach with a peel of mocking laughter.
I snickered a laugh as he chased her into the lunchroom, eventually catching her around the waist and tickling her until she apologized. It was such a cute normal moment, I could almost see the two of them as a couple.
Almost.
I started to follow them when a red-haired girl stepped into my path. Her chin was tilted up with determination, but I was quick to notice the tremble in her hands, clenched at her sides.
“Can I help you?” I drawled, narrowing my eyes in a threatening sort of way. Sure, it wasn’t the friendliest thing to do given I didn’t know this chick from Barbie. But I was pretty confident she wasn’t about to invite me for a sleepover.
“You think you’re so much better than us,” she spat, but her voice quivered. With fear? I hoped so.
My brows shot up. “Do I?”
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” she waged on, like I hadn’t spoken. “You’re nothing but a loose-legged homewrecking murderer. Beck will use you up and throw you aside and the rest of us will be there to laugh when it happens.”
This chick clearly had a screw loose. Didn’t she hear that I punched a girl in the face yesterday?
I took a step closer to her, feeling a thread of satisfaction when she flinched. “Listen ... whatever your name is. You all seem to be under some delusion that I’m one of you. I’m not. I’m one of them.” I
indicated to the lunchroom where my guys were all at our usual table, and Beck was glaring menacingly over at us. “As for whose home I supposedly wrecked, you can’t seriously be talking about Brittley?” I scoffed a laugh. “She was never dating him, except inside her own head. Grow up, stop tearing other women down to make yourselves feel better.” I flicked a glance down the hall where her friends watched with rapt concentration. “It’s not classy, and it’s certainly not going to get you ahead in life. So, just back the fuck off. Got it?”
The redhead looked uncertain, then steeled herself. Her nostrils flared and her fists tightened at her sides. “What if I don’t? What are you going to do about it? Hit me, like you did Sarah-Jane? She’s probably going to need a nose job, thanks to you.”
Sick of the dramatics, I took another step closer to her, and she flinched back again as predicted. “Maybe I will.” She paled to almost gray, and I rolled my eyes. “Have a great day.” I brushed past her with a deliberate shoulder check and continued into the lunchroom to join my guys.
For all my independence and preaching about being bigger than petty high school games, I still went straight to Beck, sat in his lap, and kissed him for way longer than was acceptable in a public forum. So sue me, I was human. Those crazy bitches needed to learn that Beck and I were solid, and I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Everything okay?” he asked me in a husky whisper when I released his lips. His eyes shot across the lunchroom, indicating to red-haired Barbie.
I gave him a smug smile. “Totally fine, I just needed to mark my territory.”
His brows shot up, and a small smile played across his lips. “Butterfly, did you just piss on me?”
“You’re damn right I did,” I replied with a wicked grin.
17
“Oh, bingo!” I announced, checking my phone. “He agreed to meet tonight, even invited us to dinner.” I grinned broadly at Beck across the dining table from me and waved my phone.
