Meet The Beckett Boys. Three Brothers. Each One Dirtier, Rougher, and Sexier Than The Next…
A standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA
I want her.
Plain and simple truth. I want her. I want to push inside her. I want to grip her hair and tug her scalp and lick her bared throat. I want to tie her wrists and ankles to my bed, make her helpless, weak, begging for me.
I want to leave my marks on her, bruise that delicate flesh, have her sore and aching after I ravage her.
But my cravings are most definitely too dark for her.
I’m not the white-picket-fence kind of guy, and I can’t let myself start thinking otherwise.
My life is my brothers, the bar my father left us, and proving to everyone in this craphole town that we’re not the trash they think we are.
But Aubrey is off limits.
I should stick to the kind of girls I’m used to, the kind who are fine with one night.
Aubrey deserves love, real love, the kind of love I’m incapable of.
The problem is she’s all I want.
I know I can only destroy her.
But I can’t stay away.
I try to pretend that I’m not aware of the tattoos covering him. That I’m not aware of the muscles of his arms and legs. I try to pretend my core doesn’t tighten in response to his raw sexuality, pretend I don’t want him to push me up against the wall and have his way with me.
I’m so attracted to him I can barely focus.
He thinks I’m just some scared little girl, and maybe he’s right.
Am I really so naïve as to think that maybe what Smith and I are doing is different? Or is this just me being blind?
Sometimes I can see every emotion on his face. Other times, I can’t tell a damn thing he’s thinking.
I’m plagued by doubts, yet also trying to convince myself that I know what I know. I’m not just a booty call to Smith. There’s more between us than that. What that “more” is, I don’t know. But it’s there. Either that, or he’s the world’s greatest actor. Because the emotion in our last kiss was so strong it almost blew me over.
If I’m wrong about him, it will shatter my heart, break me into a million pieces.
The only thing worse would be walking away…
Aubrey’s standing there, lips swollen, breath panting, eyes heavily lidded. She’s so innocent but so primed for me. I could probably take her upstairs to my apartment, spread her wide and plunge deep inside her.
But I can’t do that. Because she deserves better than to be one of my random booty calls. I can’t ruin her.