Buttercup baby, p.1
Buttercup Baby, page 1
BUTTERCUP BABY
Copyright © 2022 by Nelly Alikyan
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To the stories I create in my head to help myself fall asleep.
This was all you.
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Contents
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Soundtrack
1. Tommy
2. Emory
3. Tommy
4. Emory
5. Tommy
6. Emory
7. Tommy
8. Emory
9. Tommy
10. Emory
11. Tommy
12. Emory
13. Tommy
14. Emory
15. Tommy
16. Emory
17. Tommy
18. Emory
19. Tommy
20. Emory
21. Tommy
22. Emory
23. Tommy
24. Emory
25. Tommy
26. Emory
27. Tommy
28. Emory
29. Tommy
30. Emory
Tommy
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Acknowledgments
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Buttercup Baby
Promise of A Lifetime
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Whittle Magic Series
Alluring Darkness
Beholding Darkness
Claiming Darkness
Desiring Darkness
Catchers Series
With the Flames Catching Midnight
With the Rains Catching Dawn
With the Ice Catching Twilight
With the Storms Catching Dusk
With the Winds Catching Sunlight
With the Ashes Catching Daybreak
Soundtrack
*because I like to pretend this is a movie*
C - chapter ; S - scene
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My Brother’s Best Friend by Hannah Trager (open/close credits)
Kiss the Girl by Brent Morgan (C2, S2)
Blue Collar Boys by Luke Combs (C4, S2)
Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley (C10)
Hooked by Dylan Scott (C12, S1)
Colouring This Life by Vybz Kartel (C15)
Perfect by Topic & Ally Brooke (C19, S2)
I Guess I’m In Love by Clinton Kane (C21, S3)
Like My Father by Jax (C22, S2)
Breathless by Shayne Ward (C25, S2)
I Got You by Erin Kinsey (C27, S3)
Hey Stupid, I Love You by JP Saxe (C28, S1)
CHAPTER 1
Tommy
Darius flips the burgers steaming on the grill while his little friend tells everyone how they'd been thrown out of the movie theater even though they had been innocently watching the film.
A load of crap.
Not a single person is going to believe that story, especially with the way the two of them glance at each other as they tell it. They look like they’re about to go at it right there in front of everyone.
But who cares because this is Darius Aabeck we’re talking about, and everyone knows he’s a class A whorebag.
He’s my best friend, but the man has seen more ass than Santa has children. He likes to joke that he’s just making up for my modest five, but the man is no angel, and that devilish smirk he throws at girls has nothing to do with me. He’s just a pig.
But I still love him. My brother.
He took me into his world when I was nine years old, and we’ve been brothers ever since. Joined at the hip, twins, soulmates.
“Yeah, what a load of crap, asshole.” I push Darius as he flips another burger and bring the beer to my lips.
He just winks with that smirk that gets him past just about anything. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean you’re a whore.” He knows I don’t pull for any of his shit.
“Am not.” He squares his shoulders, but that glimmer in his eyes says he knows damn well that he is.
“Are too.”
I freeze.
Because that wasn’t my response or that of anyone at this BBQ. That was the voice of little Emory Aabeck, Darius’s baby sister, who was meant to be three thousand miles away in London.
Darius is standing rigid beside me, and we both look at each other before slowly turning around. I drop my beer at the sight of Emory Aabeck standing confidently in front of us with the widest grin across her face.
And fuck, I’m stopped short.
When Emory left for London four years ago after she’d graduated high school and Darius and I college, she’d been a kid sister.
But fuck.
She definitely doesn’t look like a kid sister anymore.
She is still the same beautiful woman I last saw four years ago, but this time, I’m frozen. Breathless.
Darius breaks from his astonishment first and barrels toward her to lift her into his arms for a tight squeeze as he laughs giddily. And she holds on just as tight. Tighter even.
Emory’s back, and something tells me I’m never going to see her as a kid sister ever again.
After an eternity, she pulls from her brother and looks at me. Her smile is wide across her face, and her perfect brown eyes are warm as they stare into mine.
That dark hair that I played with a billion times through the years blows behind her like that of a goddess, and all I can think is, ‘She’s so stunning.’
Now my cock is up and wide awake.
Not the right time and most definitely not the right girl.
She’s in front of me when she says, “I think I’ve got enough breath in me for one more bear hug.”
And that’s when the grin cracks the very structure of my face and threatens to swallow me whole.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and I hold on tight as my face falls to the crook of her neck and I breathe her in. She’d never smelled so good, so perfect.
It’s been years since I’ve been around her, seen her, mostly only talking to her on the phone on the off chance I was around Darius when they were speaking. It’s been four years, and I didn’t realize until this very moment with her in my arms how much I missed her.
I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to release the scent that’s flooding my every sense. But I have to. If for no other reason than because my cock is stirring again, and I can’t have her feeling that specific reaction. The girl looked to me like an older brother, the same way she saw Darius, and the last thing she needs is my dick pressing into her.
Darius throws his arm around her shoulders. “Now, you wanna tell me what the hell you’re doing here?”
“I’ve come home. I thought I’d surprise my two favorite men.”
Her smile is too much. Too beautiful. Too hypnotizing. Too…much.
“I can see you’ve come home, smartass. Why?” Darius walks her over to the grill where Luke has taken over as grillmaster.
“Because I graduated,” she states matter-of-factly.
“I thought we were all coming over for a graduation ceremony,” I say because I definitely remember her telling everyone the ceremony would be held later than expected and to hold off on buying tickets. “I’ve been looking forward to checking out London.”
She pinches my cheek. “I’ll take you.”
The phrase is taken completely out of context in my head as erotic images take over, and I have to crush them before they can solidify.
“Be serious, princess,” Darius says.
“Graduation is this weekend.”
“No ceremony?” Darius asks.
She shrugs. “You know I don’t like that stuff. I didn’t want to be a part of it.”
“Your parents are gonna be upset,” I state because they definitely will.
She shrugs again, and it’s obvious she doesn’t like that she’ll be upsetting them, but she pushes the thought aside. “Tough.”
“And who is this?” Laura, Darius’s current fuck buddy, interrupts the conversation with a grimace.
They’re not together and nobody would be stupid enough to think they have feelings for one another, but I think Laura still doesn’t want Darius whoring around on her if she doesn’t know about i
And though Darius is a whore, he’s a one-woman whore.
For the most part.
I throw my arm over the one Darius has around Emory’s shoulders. “This is Emory.”
“My baby sister,” Darius adds, a smirk telling her he knows why she’s asking.
Smiles blossom at the statement, and everyone turns to her, ready for introductions. I stand back as Darius pulls her into his side and moves for one end of the yard to begin them. There’s a good load of friends here, so it’ll be a while before Darius gets her through the entire crowd.
I stand by Luke and Drew as they start another argument about some game from a month ago because those two are always ready to argue sports; it doesn’t matter how old the game is.
But that doesn’t matter to me because Emory’s back.
She’s back, and her smile is wide and her presence exhilarating.
It’s remarkable how in only a few short minutes my life is thrown off it’s hinges. Last I heard, she was thinking about taking that job in London after graduating.
And as she stands before me, I’m unable to wrench my stare from her direction, and all I can think is that I’m so happy she didn’t take that job.
My nose kind of hates my eyes because they get to continue taking her in while her scent is all the way across the yard.
Her scent. So intoxicating. I can only imagine how intoxicating her scent is.
My cock is stirring again, growing harder with each passing second, and I need to stop this. What the fuck is going on with me? I cannot be thinking about Emory fucking Aabeck in that way. Darius would kill me.
But then she glances back at me while Darius is introducing her to another small group of friends, and my heart somersaults. Her eyes spark as she stares at me, and I know there’s nothing I can do about the stiffening between my legs. I’m a lost boy, and she’s my Neverland.
Darius got some brother time in with her after introductions were over, but he’d left her alone about half an hour ago and ran off to the bathroom. The fact that I saw Laura head into the house only a couple of minutes before was no shocker.
Emory’s sitting alone at the wooden table we have set out in the yard, but she looks content. She’s never been the type to shy away from being alone or looking like a loner. It’s why she was always comfortable with the idea of being in another country on her own. She is very comfortable in her own company.
As I watch her, I realize she hasn’t eaten the entire time she’s been here—going on two hours now—and I can guess that she didn’t stop to eat before getting to the house either. She has to be starved.
I grab ingredients for a cheeseburger and make it up the way she likes—mustard, ketchup, pickles, tomatoes, and lettuce with a side of cucumbers. She used to eat those suckers like they were fries.
I grab a water from the cooler and walk up behind her, leaning into her as I place the plate and bottle on the table. “You have to eat.”
She relaxes when she realizes the strange intrusion by her ear is me, and the part of me that came alive two hours ago when she got here is excited to see that.
I straddle the bench, and she turns a wide smile my way. I feel like I’ve won the greatest award of all time to be on the receiving end of that smile.
She just stares at me like she’s taking every part of me in. “I’ve missed you, Buttercup.”
My jaw ticks at the nickname, but I also feel the lightness in my eyes as I watch her. She’d given me the stupid nickname the second time we met because I’d fallen off a tree and hurt myself and she’d stayed by my side as Darius went off to find their parents. At five years old, she comforted me by saying, ‘It’ll be all right, Buttercup’ like her mother always told her when she was hurt.
And somehow, the nickname has stuck.
“Eat,” I grit though I can’t hide that I’m not mad at the use of the name. I know she can see how much I’ve missed hearing it.
She mimics my grumbles but takes the burger in her hands and takes a large bite. As her lips close around the burger, all my mind sees is her lips wrapping around my cock—no teeth, of course—but the image is there and clear as day.
Darius takes a seat across from us, and the fucker has a huge I-just-fucked smile on his face.
And I’ve just been imaging his sister sucking me dry, so maybe I shouldn’t be judging. And maybe—okay, definitely—it’s a good thing he’s here.
He steals a cucumber from Emory’s plate and laughs as she calls him a slut through a full mouth, but he doesn’t give her time to swallow as he asks, “And do Mom and Dad know you’re back?”
“Nope,” she says as she swallows the last bite and chugs down some water. “And you won’t tell them either. I wanna surprise them.”
He smiles. Darius loves surprises. “How?”
I’m curious too, but I can’t focus on anything except the fact that she’s just finished that burger in a few bites. She must’ve been hungrier that I’d thought. “Pause.” I move quickly, making her another burger and putting it before her as I straddle the bench again, my knee brushing her hip as I sit a little bit closer. “Eat, then, how are we surprising them?”
She smiles warmly at me. “Thank you, Buttercup.”
“Eat, baby.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say that, but her eyes widening a fraction tells me she’s very aware of the slip.
And thankfully, Darius is oblivious. “He’s right, baby sister, eat. Then we can talk about how we’re giving Mom and Dad a mini heart attack.”
She’s three bites in when she finally puts it down to tell us the plan. She looks between Darius and me before settling on whatever she was thinking about.
She looks to her brother. “Call and tell them you guys wanna go over for dinner. Tell them Tommy’s bringing a girl home.”
Another flash passes me. This one an image of taking Emory out and introducing her as mine.
Then fucking her against the wall of whatever dark hall we find.
I pinch myself to stop that train of thought as Darius asks, “Why Tommy?” His tone is more curious than offended.
“I highly doubt they’re going to believe you’re bringing home a girl, whorebag.” She takes another bite. “Plus, I need you to show up earlier than us so you can make sure they’re both around. No last-minute calls or hopping to the store.”
He rolls his eyes, but that grin says he doesn’t give a damn what everyone thinks of him. Pretty much because he knows they’re all facts.
This is how we work. We never lie, just omit facts.
We won’t tell them I want to introduce a girl because that would be a lie. But if we tell them I want to bring a girl over, it could literally be anyone. Even Nana Isla.
Darius is dialing when Emory brings the last bite of her burger to my lips. “It’s too much. Finish it for me.”
“It’s one more bite, Em.”
Her lips fall into that pout that she perfected over the years to get me to do whatever she wants. I’ve forgotten how effective it was after all this time.
I sigh and swipe the last bits from her fingers, my tongue taking the opportunity to taste a bit of her skin. Her pupils dilate a little as she watches me, and I try to manipulate my mind into believing I didn’t just see that.
It doesn’t work.
But as I turn to listen to Darius talking to his mom, I realize how at ease I am. Truly at ease, something I haven’t felt in so long because the opposite has become the new normal. But having Emory back, I feel it again. That contented peace of life with the two of them. I have my family back together, and I don’t want to let go ever again.
