Page 42 of There's No Us Without You
“Yes.”
The man in front of me narrows his pale-blue eyes and taps a finger to his pursed lips. After a long moment of silence, he lets out an audible breath and takes a step towards me. “Cooper,” he says. “And you are?”
“Eden.” My voice cracks, but I keep my head held high.
Cooper grins, his eyes shining under the fluorescent lights as he assesses me in what I can only describe as mock humour. “Well... Eden. This is an interesting turn of events. What are your terms?”
“That I can get Emerson to sleep with me.” The words fall from my mouth, but not without leaving a vile taste on my tongue.
My dad would be so disappointed. However, I don’t see another way out unless he’s going to rise from the grave and help me out.
“Does de Silva know you want to screw his brains out for money?”
I don’t like this guy, nor do I trust him.
Too late now, though.
I shake my head, squaring my shoulders. “And I’d appreciate if it stayed that way.”
With a glance to the two other men in the room—both of whom are yet to say anything—I beg them with my eyes to keep my little secret.
Cooper folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head while narrowing his eyes on me. “And why do you want in? It can’t just be because you want to fuck de Silva. What else is in it for you?”
“I need the money.”
“For what?”
“That’s none of your business. Do we have a deal or not?” My voice is more forceful than my shaking body, but my guess is these guys would swallow me whole if I gave them the chance.
So I won’t give them one.
For a moment, Cooper just stares at me, making me squirm on the spot. Then he holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers. “Five grand, and we have a deal.”
I take his hand. “Deal.”
ELEVEN
Will
With one handthreaded through Corbin’s hair as he kneels in front of me, his lips wrapped around my cock, I grip the edge of my office desk with the other hand and let my head fall back as I lift my hips in time with his movements.
I can’t remember the last time I had another person touch me, but I couldn’t control my needs any longer. Corbin was always my go-to for no-attachment sex, so when he sauntered into the bar earlier, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into my office out the back.
Not usually my style, but I’m fucking desperate here.
Corbin gags when the head of my dick hits the back of his throat, so I thrust upwards again, loving the sound he makes—like he’s choking.
Yeah, I’m a little fucked up, but who isn’t?
I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. “So fucking good,” I say, giving his dark hair a little tug.
His moan is all I need to push me closer to release, the vibration of the sound rolling through my body like a tidal wave.
I’ve resorted to blow jobs under the desk in the privacy of my office at the bar because this way I’m not tempted to cross a line at home I can’t come back from.
It’s been two days since Eden picked the rest of her things up from her ex’s house. Every time I walk past her room, the smell of vanilla invades my nostrils. Then I get the urge to knock on her door and ask her how she is.
After Emerson filled me in on what her ex—and her mother—did, I’ve wanted to grip the back of her neck and pull her to my chest, then erase any memory of that fuckstick from her brain.
