Page 99 of Break the Rule
“Come for me,” Charlie whispers against his lips, the kiss as soft as the fingers that smooth down the back of his head.
Desperately trying to regain some semblance of control, Eden slams his lips to Charlie’s in a bruising kiss, ill-prepared for Charlie to find a way to gentle it so that when Eden comes with a bitten off moan, Charlie is swallowing it down before peppering his face in kisses and holding Eden close.
Never in Eden’s life has he sat in a man’s lap. The very idea of it would’ve sent him running. Hell, part of him wants to run now. The bigger part—the more terrified part—doesn’t want to ever move away. The moment he does, everything is going to be too real, and Eden knows this can’t last. Nothing this perfect has ever been meant for Eden.
“That was better than pancakes,” Charlie says a moment later, breaking the silence with the kind of statement only he could.
“You say that as if those burnt globs qualify as pancakes.”
“They were pancake-shaped,” Charlie tries, laughing at the look Eden gives him. “Fine, they were a fucking disaster. Do me a favor, and don’t tell Alec how badly I fucked up. He spent so long going over the recipes and steps for me.”
“Why would I meet your brother?” Eden asks.
“Uh, because you’re my boyfriend.”
Eden ignores that statement and the way it makes his stomach twist, grabbing the rag he intended to use for cleaning to wipe his face then Charlie’s stomach instead. They’re both still sticky, but it’ll have to do for now since Eden won’t have time toshower if he wants to make it back home before Ella wakes up and has to get ready for school.
“Also,” Charlie starts, “because I want you to come to Friendsgiving this weekend.”
Eden startles, staring at Charlie like he’s grown a second head. “What?”
“Friendsgiving,” Charlie repeats. “Me and my brothers always do a thing. Alec is bringing his fiancé, and Jason will be bringing his new boyfriend, and then a few friends will come over. It’s very chill, just good food and beer which…you cannot drink.”
If the prospect of meeting Charlie’s brothers and friends weren’t making Eden nauseous, he might laugh at the apologetic look on Charlie’s face.
“You’re welcome to bring someone too if there’s anyone you’d like to be there.”
“I’m busy.”
“I didn’t even tell you which day it was.”
“I’m still busy,” Eden mumbles.
“Baby.”
“Fuck you,” Eden grits out, hating how fucking soft that name makes him.
“We don’t have time,” Charlie grins, rubbing his nose into Eden’s cheek like an overgrown cat. “Please come. I want you there. Besides, Andrew is coming.”
“I don’t know,” Eden grumbles, even though he does know. He knows he will go because Charlie asked and because he wants to see Andrew again, and these two stupid King men apparently know how to play him. Fuck them both. He won’t bring Addy and Ella though. They don’t need to be involved in whatever this is.
“Will you try?” Charlie asks, curling his fingers around Eden’s chin to turn his face so Charlie can kiss him. It’s a barelythere press of lips, but it does something funny to Eden’s insides. “Also full disclosure, you in my shirt might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Please promise to do this again. Often.”
“Caveman,” Eden huffs, pinching Charlie’s side for no other reason than because he can.
To his absolute horror, Charlie grabs his hand and brings it to his lips, kissing his fingertips.
“Please come, Eden.”
Truthfully, Eden already got this weekend off. Not for that but because he’d wanted to spend uninterrupted time with his girls and Charlie, not that he was going to admit that.
“When is it?” Eden asks. “I might be working.”
“Saturday at two. You don’t have to bring anything. Alec is cooking most of the food. You only need to show up with one important thing.”
“What’s that?”
“You.”
