Page 23 of Good Girls Beg

"Fade might have a point." Oak stepped inside with a glass of some green liquid in his hand. He took a sip and didn't grimace at the taste like a normal person. Then again, if it was green and healthy, he'd put it in his body. And give us looks for not doing the same.

Weird fuck.

“Coming from the guy who keeps reliving that almost-fuck with her over and over in his mind." Fade swiveled to look at him. "Glad you took the time to wipe the drool off your chin."

Oak didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he lowered himself into the chair beside Fade.

"You really think a girl like her is going to do what we want her to?" His blonde hair fell over his forehead, but he didn't push it back. It rested there, half-covering one of his eyes.

"If she doesn't, she doesn't get paid." I opened my laptop and started to look through my emails. Nothing that couldn't wait until morning. Or next week. I deleted the spam. I didn't need to read anything from a bot claiming they could upgrade my website. It was already the best money could buy. If they bothered to look, they'd know that.

"You know there's women who'd do this for free, right?" Fade grabbed the drink from Oak's hand and took a sip. No one would accuse him of being normal, but he did make a face before he shoved it back at Oak.

"Bro, that's disgusting." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I don't want another woman." I glanced at the angry message from my mother in my messenger app before ignoring it and shutting down the laptop. She'd already sent the exact same message to my phone. I'd ignored that as well. "I want Theodora Ward.”

She was the only one I was interested in since I first saw her a year ago. From that moment on, I'd been watching her. Always from a distance, always trying to figure out the best way to claim her. Some way to tie her to me so she couldn't walk away.

Yes, I was obsessed. I owned it and didn’t give a shit. After all my planning, I was so fucking close.

Now these two clowns were trying to talk me out of it? They both should know me better than that. I never quit.

"She's cute, and I bet she sounds incredible when she comes…" Oak said slowly.

I slammed my hand down on the desk. He needed to stop talking about fucking my woman.

I needed to be the first. Me. Not Oak and not Fade. If they thought I was going to let them touch her before I did, they needed to fuck all the way off.

If he wasn't like a brother to me, I might have Oak’s balls cut off for being alone with her in the parking lot in the first place. His bones would be bleaching on a remote beach somewhere.

She was mine. I saw her first. The fact he didn't know who she was at the time didn't matter. I knew. At some point, he was going to pay for that, but it wasn't tonight. Not while I needed him.

"She's signed the contract. It's done," I said. "She'll be moving in here tomorrow with us. By the time the year is up…"

"She could hate all of us,” Oak finished for me. Not that I was going to finish that way. I was about to say she'd be ours forever. If not ours, then mine. Fully and forever.

In addition, I might not say as much, but the idea of saving Loams was appealing as well. The place was an institution in Saltgrave Cove. In spite of the way I was going about things, I had some admiration for her fathers. They were good men. Of course they were; they raised her. Fortunately, helping them would put them on my side. I might need them as backup at some point. I wasn't above using them or anyone else to get what I wanted. I never had been and I never would.

"Who cares if she hates us?" Fade said. "I want to get my cock into that pussy. Or her mouth. I don't give a fuck which." One side of his mouth drew up in a smile, smug because he knew he'd get a rise out of us.

Oak and I both glared at him.

"She's more than just a pussy," Oak said, his voice soft but dangerous. He was starting to sound as obsessed as I was.

Fade snorted. "You two have got it bad. That's why I'm the one who's going to be fucking her the most. You guys are too intense." He flapped a hand at us both. "Any woman with a couple of brain cells to spare would keep a close eye on you two."

"You don't know what you're talking about," Oak muttered.

"Maybe not," Fade said, "but once she gets a taste of my cock, she'll never look back." He laced his fingers behind his head and smirked. "She had a feel of you and didn't seem interested in round two. Why is that, exactly? She found out you weren't big enough to climb like an oak tree?"

"Because you two fucks interrupted us," Oak said, not quite snapping. He didn't do snapping or yelling. Apparently, those were 'bad for his blood pressure.' His preferred method of being annoyed was to seethe, which I didn't think was good for him either, but I didn't bother to point that out.

"If you hadn't, we could have gotten to know each other better," Oak added. "I was about to ask her out."

Before or after he fucked her? If we hadn't interrupted, he would have. Fade was right about him making bad decisions. His cock had been in too many places it shouldn't have gone. If he'd go to fucking therapy like I told him to…

"Lucky you didn't, or she would have walked the minute she saw us on that Zoom call." Fade told him. "She would have seen your real personality and run a mile away. Not to mention your real face."