by Anna Brooks
“Because I’m gonna fuck you back here.”
“What?”
“Drunk sex, baby. By the time we get home, you’ll be passed out.”
Her eyes widen. “Here? Won’t someone see?”
“Nope. Now crawl in. Flip that little skirt up on your way and stay on your hands and knees.”
She licks her lips and turns, doing exactly as I said. I get in behind her and toss my keys in the front seat and push the lock button. My windows are heavily tinted, so we’re all good in case someone did come out. Even though they won’t.
It’s a tight fit, but I’ll make it work. I glide my hand between her legs and yank her panties down to her thighs. “Already wet for me.”
“Yes.” She moans as I dip a finger inside.
I undo my jeans and pull my cock out, gliding it between her slick folds once, twice before sliding in balls deep. “Hand to the window and tilt your ass up.”
She puts both palms flat on the glass and arches her back, making her at just the perfect angle. “Hold on, baby. It’s gonna be fast, but it’ll be so good.”
“It already is.” She squirms and pushes back.
“You wanna fuck me, be my guest.” I guide my hands along her hips as she slides forward then pushes back again. “Yeah, baby. Fuck me.”
She whimpers as she speeds up, using the window for leverage as she gets wild for me. Moaning and cursing when she finds exactly where she needs the tip of my dick to hit. “There it is,” I encourage her. “You work that pussy, Quinn. Make yourself come all over my cock.” She loves it when I talk dirty in bed and right now is no exception as she pulses around me.
I take over, pounding into her as she screams. I’m so fucking deep like this, and it only takes a minute before I’m coming right along with her. Her hands drop off the glass, and she twists her neck to look back at me. “Drunk sex is fun. We should do it more often.”
Dick still inside her, still hard, aftershocks of an intense as hell orgasm still leaking out of me, I throw my head back and laugh. “Goddamn, I love you.”
Quinn
I wake up to an empty bed, which isn’t totally unusual. But what is unusual is the noise coming from downstairs. Usually, Wes wakes up before me to work out, then he’ll shower and wake me up. But he’s always quiet about it.
Tossing the covers off, I stretch my arms and push my feet into a pair of slippers before I head downstairs. The beeping of the front door lets me know someone is either coming or going, and I cross my arms over my chest.
Wesley’s voice trails down the hallway from the kitchen, so I head there and stop at the entrance. My hands fly up to cover my mouth.
“Sit still, you little shit.” He falls forward and grabs a little tan fluffball of a puppy. “How are you so damn strong for being so little? Jesus, baby girl. Come here.”
He brings her closer to his face, and her little pink tongue darts out and laps at his cheek. “Okay, gross.”
When he sets her down with one hand, he uses the other to reach up on the counter and grab a pink bow. The dog whines and wiggles out of his hold and runs straight for me. He lunges for it but misses and finally sees I’m standing here. He looks up at me from the floor, on his stomach with an arm extended. “Shit, you were supposed to be in bed still.”
I crouch down and scoop up the dog, shoving my face in the curly fur. “I’m awake now.”
I don’t see him moving but hear his footsteps. “Happy Birthday, baby.”
“She’s so cute.”
“I know, right?”
“Wes, I love her.” I hold her to the side and bury my face in his chest. “I love you.”
He kisses the top of my head and then does the same to the puppy. All I did was mention it once. One freaking time months and months ago and he remembered.
“I love you, too.”
I hand her off so I can grab a tissue and wipe my eyes. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
“I remember everything.”
“I know that now.” I laugh. “But still.”
“Where did you get her from?”
“A rescue. There was a dog who they saved from a kill shelter who was pregnant. This is one of her puppies. They’re not positive what kind of dog she is, but they think she’s got poodle and some kind of terrier in her.”
I reach over and scratch the top of her head. “I don’t know what she is, but she’s adorable.”
“What do you want to name her?”
“Butter, of course.”
He laughs. “Of course.”
“Can she come with us?” I’m doing a short summer tour for a few months that we leave for this afternoon.
“She’s your dog, and it’s your tour, so you can do whatever the fuck you want and not listen to anybody else.”
“Then she’s gonna come with us.”
He chuckles and sets her on the ground where she runs right up to me. I pick her up and nuzzle her little head against my cheek.
“Only one rule for me.”
“I thought I didn’t have to listen to anybody.”
“Anybody except me.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t see that in the fine print. What’s your rule?”
“No dog in the bed.”
“But she’s so precious.”
“She can be precious somewhere else. I don’t want a dog watching me fuck you, and I definitely don’t want to accidentally squish one when I’m fucking you.”
Things can get pretty exciting and fun and intense between us, so I totally agree with him. “Fine. No dog in the bed.”
“Thanks, baby.”
“You can thank me in said bed later.”
“Or…” He takes the dog from me and sets her in a little pink crate next to the island. “You could let me thank you right now.” He takes my hand and leads me through the kitchen, then stops in the dining room and sets me on the table. “I haven’t had breakfast yet.”
Falling back on my elbows, I watch as he pulls my pajama shorts off.
Then he eats breakfast and thanks me in the most perfect way. And later, he shows me exactly why the dog isn’t allowed in the bed.
* * *
All the lights dim and a sound effect of a low swoosh goes right along with it. My heart hammers in my chest because this isn’t part of the show. We’ve been on this summer tour for a few weeks now, and this has never happened before. My neck aches when I turn so fast to find Wes. He’s not where he normally is, and I look to the other side and find him missing from there as well. Something is wrong.
I can hear my heartbeat over my fans screaming.
“I hope you guys can forgive the interruption for a second.” A spotlight shines to my right, and I take a step back as I see him walking my way as he talks into a microphone. “But I have something I need to ask my girl here, and I thought now would be a good time.”
The crowd screams louder, and I drop my mic, the thump echoing even against the roar of the fans.
He struts my way, ridiculously hot and confident in front of this many people. His jeans fit his strong thighs, and the black boots give him a commanding presence that really isn’t needed with the way the same color shirt hugs his muscular biceps. The silver chain he wears reflects the lights, and he smiles at me as he continues to talk. “Now, I know you all are here because you love Quinn, right?” He pauses, and a low chuckle slides through his lips when they scream even louder.
“That’s what I thought. But the thing is, I love her, too. And although you guys get this part of her, there’s a special part of her that belongs to me. And I’m just here to ask her if she wants to give that to me for the rest of her life.” They scream again but start chanting say yes before he continues. “I haven’t even asked her yet, guys.”
My eyes have already filled with tears, and when I blink, I finally realize it. My makeup is probably getting smeared, but I can’t bring it in me to care one bit. He gets a couple of feet away and stops, then smiles even bigger at me. Without saying another wo
rd, he goes down on one knee, and if I thought they were loud before, I was wrong.
In all the shows I’ve done, in all the stadiums and auditoriums, I’ve never had a crowd get as loud as this one just did. He sets the mic on the ground and holds a ring out to me. His nana’s ring. Oh, my God.
“Quinn, baby. You know—”
I don’t let him get another word out because I’m flying through the air. He wraps his arm around me and falls to his back, grunting as he absorbs the brunt of our fall. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as I rain kisses over his handsome face.
“You wanna marry me?”
“Yes! God, Wes. Of course, I do!”
He brings his hand around and slides the ring on my finger, then grabs my face and pulls it down to his and kisses me hard and deep. I know hundreds of thousands of people will see this, but I don’t care. He spikes his tongue in my mouth, and I moan, tightening my arms around his neck. A round of oohs and ahhs and whistles penetrate my brain after a minute, and I finally pull back. “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby.”
“We’re getting married.”
“Yeah, we are.”
“When?”
He cups my face. “Soon as you want. But maybe we can talk about it after you finish your show?”
“Oh, my God.” I turn my head, remembering that I’m in the middle of a performance. “But I don’t want you to leave.” I want him to stay with me.
He kisses my nose before standing with me still in his arms. I don’t want to let him go. “Then I’ll stay.”
I slide down his body and when my toes hit the stage, a microphone stand is set in front of me. The music starts again, so I sing… with Wes right alongside me. Where I know he’ll always be. Forever.
* * *
Click here for the next book in the Guarding Her series, Closer.
We were inseparable from the moment we met, but it only took one night to destroy it all. Lies were spoken, truths were revealed, and mistakes were made.
For years, I took that anger out in the ring, but no matter how much time has passed, I still love to hate her… even when she storms back into my life almost a decade later.
But when I see the fear hiding behind her captivating brown eyes, I’ll fight to make her safe again. Then I won’t ever let her go.
Notes and stuff
Hey! Thank you for reading Edge! I really hope you loved Wesley and Quinn’s story.
I’ve had a ton of fun with the series so far, but this book in particular was a blast to write, especially because the words just flew. That doesn’t always happen (which you know if you’ve read the notes and stuff in Surface and Drift) so I get super excited when it actually does!
Being completely honest, I don’t have much else to say in Edge’s notes and stuff! It is one of my favorite books and one of my favorite couples ever. They were such a joy to write. I don’t have any funny stories about the writing process for this one or anything of the sort, so I’ll just keep this note short and sweet!
There is so much more to come for the men of Royal Ace Security! I hope you stay tuned for Gio’s book, Closer, which is a friends to enemies to lovers romance!
Please don’t hesitate to contact me on social media, I’m @annabrooksauth everywhere!
Xo,
Anna
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A preview of Steady, where you can read Erik and Polly’s story.
I open my door, and before I even have my feet on the ground, Erik is there, grabbing me by my waist and hoisting me out of the truck. He slams the door and turns to face me. Oh, he’s pissed. His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches.
Predator, prey. He stalks me until my back hits the brick wall of the club. He puts his forearms on either side of my head, caging me in. The fury in his eyes should scare me, but it doesn’t. At all. In fact, I’m feeling the absolute and complete utter opposite of fear.
His nose actually brushes against mine. “What. The hell. Are you doing?”
“Excuse me?”
“You seriously got into a truck with a man you don’t know. Alone? Jesus Christ, Polly.”
My justification flies out of my mouth because I don’t want him thinking I’m an idiot. “My car died, and when he came, he offered me a ride since it was on his way. It’s really not a big de—”
“Oh, yes, it is. You were alone with a guy two times your size. He could have touched you, taken advantage of you… He could have hurt you.” He ends the statement on a whisper and drops his forehead to mine, his warmth sinking into me.
“He didn’t. And I was fine, Erik, perfectly safe.”
“Don’t ever do that again. Please. If you need a ride, if your fuckin’ drain is clogged, anything, don’t call another man. Call me.”
“Why?”
His lids close slowly before he opens them. The unrest swirling in his eyes makes them darken a shade, turning the amber jade specks the color of evergreens. “Because if something happened to you, and I wasn’t there…”
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“Jay.” Livvie slaps my stomach. “Stop it.”
Ignoring her, I continue, “And she was unable to answer her phone last night because—”
“Enough,” she snaps. “I’ll be right back, Paxton.” She puts both of her hands on my chest, shoves me back into the apartment, and then slams the door behind her. “Stop it. Right now.”
“Not gonna let another man stand there, right in front of my face, and spit lines at my woman.”
“He’s not.”
“You got a dick, baby? ’Cause I do, and I know the game he’s playing. I’m not going to be a participant in this shit. It ends, Livvie. Now.”
She shakes her head and points at me. “He’s my boss, Jay. He gave me a job when I needed it. You don’t need to be a dick to him just because yours is threatened.”
“Oh, my dick ain’t threatened, darlin’.” I grab my junk and saunter up to her. “What it is, though, is hard. So fuckin’ ready for you.”
I grab her waist, pulling her to me. My hands palm her ass, and I rub her against the object of our conversation. Her lips part on a quiet moan.
“Get rid of him, Livvie.” I slide my palm up her back and rest it just above her panty line and bring the other one up to the back of her head to fist her hair. She gasps and sways into me, right where she belongs. “If you don’t, I will.” When she starts to protest, I take advantage and cover her mouth with mine. My tongue dominates, seeking the control I feel I lack right now. The fact that this guy thinks he has a claim to her amps me up in a way I know isn’t fair to her.
But if she cared, she’s certainly not acting like it right now because her fingers inch up my sides until they’re at my shoulder blades, and her nails sink into my flesh. I grab her by her ass again and back her into the door, lifting her up and pinning her there with my hips against hers.
She moans against my mouth, and I slide her core up and down, her pussy hot even through her yoga pants and my shorts. The heels of her bare feet dig into my lower back as she grinds herself against me. Her chest heaves, and she drops her arms, slamming them against the door and arching toward me as pleasure rips through her.
I’m evil enough that I pull my mouth from hers so when she calls out my name, I know he’ll hear it on the other side of the door. After a moment, her breathing evens out, her legs uncross and fall, and she glares at me.
I smirk back at her, not at all regretting what I just did.
Her hand comes at me, and I don’t stop it as her palm whips across my face. She pushes me, but I don’t budge. “You’re such an asshole.”
“An asshole who just proved his point.” I put my hand on the knob. “Get rid of him.”
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“There’s something else going on with you, though.”
“How do you know?” I sigh as his mouth tra
ils feather light kisses up and down my neck. The combination of his day old stubble and the whisper of his tongue have me weak in the knees. I grip the edge of the countertop to keep from falling.
“Your eyes, sweetheart. They tell me everything without you having to say a word, they always did. And you not looking into mine is all the proof I need. Tell me. Let me help you.”
God, I want this man. Everything about him is perfect for me, but I can’t. I’m too afraid of how he’ll react. The longer I hold him off, the longer I can prepare myself. I have to talk to my therapist because I don’t know if I can lose him when he finds out. I can’t lose another person that I love. “Travis, I can’t,” I reply staring down at the water that is circling around the drain.
“I know, sweetheart. I’ll wait as long as it takes. But this…” He grips my shoulders and turns me around, forcing me to look at him as he frames my face with his strong hands. Those eyes that remind me so much of the lake penetrate through me and see more than anyone ever has. “This is nowhere near over.” He runs his thumb over my lip and smiles before turning to walk away.
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