Page 24 of Good Girls Beg

"Fuck off," Oak grumbled. He actually looked like he might launch himself at Fade. If they killed each other, they'd get rid of one problem for me, but they'd create a whole lot more. Fortunately for everyone concerned, he flipped Fade off instead.

"Enough," I said. "What may or may not have happened doesn't matter. The only thing that does is following through with our plans."

I took a long, slow breath before I lost my shit with both of them.

"We all have work in the morning. Get out of here." I jerked my chin toward the door.

They didn't stop glaring at each other, but they left my office, one headed one direction, the other stomping off in the other.

Knowing those two, the conversation would be all but forgotten in the morning. Oak would remember Fade lived to push other people's buttons, and Fade would get bored of trying to push Oak's and go looking for someone else's buttons to push. As long as he didn't try to push mine, I didn't give a shit.

I rubbed a hand over the back of my head and glanced around the office. The curtains were open, bracketing the view of the ocean, the waves illuminated by the lights from houses along the waterfront.

The office itself was decorated with dark wood and deep colors. Dark blue wallpaper, walnut chair rail. I needed to get it redecorated, it was too coastal for my taste. Less wood and more black. Slick and sophisticated. More me.

According to the agent who sold me the place, the people who owned the house before I bought it met with a messy end. The man did, at least. He was shot by someone no one would name, not even when I offered money for them to remember.

Whatever, it left one of the oldest, grandest homes in Saltgrave without an owner. I'd snapped it up before anyone else could. Me and my friends, my brothers, moved in shortly after. Oak and Fade, where I could keep an eye on them.

I closed the office door behind me and headed up the staircase that was original to the house. At some point, the wood was sanded down and re-stained, but it still held its original character. The bannisters, worn from a hundred years of hands rubbing up and down. Here and there were nicks in the wood. One bigger chunk looked a lot like someone tried to take a bite out of it. Whatever the story behind that was, I'd probably never know, but it caught my gaze every time I made the journey upstairs to my bedroom.

I kept the top floor to myself; a big primary bedroom, bathroom, and another room I used as a sitting room until recently.

A couple of weeks ago, I'd had it redecorated with a bed and everything Theodora— Teddie needed to be comfortable. And close to me.

I stopped in the doorway to her room, my hands on the door frame to either side of me. I imagined her lying on the bed, her hair spread out around her. Her body bare, knees bent and apart, waiting for me to climb in and lie over her. She'd look me in the eyes and beg me to fill her with my cock.

I'd take my time with her, teasing her, pushing her close to the edge before pulling her back away again. Working her until she was begging for me. Until her body was aching with the need for me to fuck her.

I undid the front of my jeans and pushed them and my boxers down until my cock sprang free. I imagined her on her knees, at the edge of the bed, her ass in the air, pussy slick, ready for me to slide inside.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my fingers around my cock. Nice and tight, like her pussy would be. I stroked myself, imagining her insides doing that instead. She'd be warm and wet, so wet for me.

I pumped myself harder, hearing her begging for more.

"That's it," I whispered. "Beg like a good girl. Beg me."

"Please." Her voice echoed in my mind. "Please, Hel, fuck me harder."

I pumped harder, my hips rolling. With a grunt, I came, shooting out a string of cum onto my hand and the threshold that led into her room. It lay glistening on the floor, a puddle of release. I wished she was there to see it. Wished she'd kneel on the floor and lap it up, enjoying the taste of me on her tongue.

I let my cock go, left it to swing between my thighs as I pushed my pants off the rest of the way and walked half-naked to my bedroom. I'd leave the puddle of cum for Shannon, our cleaner, to deal with. I didn't give a shit what she'd think when she found it there.

It was the beginning of the things she was going to see on this level of my house. She was going to have to get used to changing Teddie's sheets daily because I intended to leave them covered in cum every night.

Fade and Oak probably had the same expectation.

The next time anyone spilled their release into Teddie's body, it was going to be me. I'd make her beg for me, then I'd make her scream my name.

CHAPTER TEN

TEDDIE

Teddie

I managed to convince Lyra and my fathers that I didn’t need helping packing and moving. They’d all given me concerned looks, like they suspected something was up, but I told them I knew one of the guys from college and he offered me a room. We all agreed I couldn't sleep on Lyra's couch forever. I'd miss her, but when this was over maybe I'd buy myself a big house and she could move in with me. How much would a beachfront property cost? Probably more than I was getting from this deal. A small cottage a street or two back would be perfect. One close enough that I could take a quick walk whenever I wanted a swim. Somewhere close to Loams too. And not too close to the three men.

Right now, as I stood in front of the address they gave me, I was starting to reconsider the whole thing.