I Love You Beth Cooper Novels & Stories

I fucked her wildly, pounding into her, pushing her legs back, spreading her wide. "Do you like fucking me? Tell me you love it. I want to hear my name from your lips. Tell me." She was laying it on thick, her voice caressing me. "I love fucking you, Beth," I whispered into her ear, "I'd love to fuck you all night, sweet, naughty, Beth." We'd never played games like this before, but it was obviously getting to her as well. "That's right, who am I? Who is your secret lover, Alex," she moaned, thrusting hard back at me.

But my phone buzzes, interrupting my thoughts. Landon: Beth reached out again. She wants to cooperate with you. She says you can both get what you need if you work together. I stare at the message, my understanding dawning slowly. Beth wants to use my identity to secure a rich and powerful husband. She gets her prize, and I get my freedom. It’s… logical, in a twisted kind of way. Yet, the thought makes my stomach turn. I won’t cooperate with a vain woman full of lies. Me: Tell her I refuse. I’m not interested.

"Theo doesn't complicate things maliciously. He just has no instinct for restraint." "Sounds exhausting." "He's the best person I know," I said, and it came out without the careful distance I usually maintained around true things. She turned and looked at me. I held it. "You love him," she said. Not a question. "Yes." "You said that it cost you something." "Everything true costs something." She looked at me for a moment longer than usual and I was aware of the exact distance between us and the fact that it was not very much and that I was not going to increase it. Then she turned back to the counter.

Denver and India joined them; the four of them huddled on the old couch as the night deepened. “You’re not alone, and you deserve so much better, Beth,” Denver whispered. Beth leaned into his shoulder, the weight of false promises finally lifting as tears fell from her lids. “Thank you. I needed someone to say it out loud.” India smiled, brushing Beth’s hair from her face. “You’re more than enough. Promise me you’ll never forget that.” Beth nodded, the beginnings of a real smile forming. Outside, Dominique’s car sped away, but inside, Beth was home—surrounded by people who saw her, cherished her, and would never let her settle for anything less than the love she deserved.

“Good morning, my love.” A soft female hand lifted the covers, searching the bed for her beloved. When she felt he wasn’t there, she pulled the cloth from her face. Din Cooper stood in front of the mirror, knotting his tie. She crawled back beneath the covers. “I see you are all dressed and ready for work,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. Din approached the bed, climbed onto it, and leaned over her. He slowly pulled the blanket from her face. Beth stared into his ocean-blue eyes and whimpered softly, then gave him a warm smile.

Beth whispered, her palms joined as if in prayer, as she listened with rapt attention. "I'm on cloud number nine, Beth.” Tears welled up in my eyes. Beth closed her palm around her mouth as she stared at me. “You're in love with him aren't you?” My eyes widened at her statement. I awkwardly cleared my throat and responded, “How did you know?" "Girl, there's evidence all over you. So," she leaned closer, curiosity dancing in her eyes," does he feel the same way you do?" “He told me he loved me,” I bit my lip to stop my smile from spreading.

I muttered as I stepped inside. She pressed into me instantly. “Don’t pretend I’m the only one, Dr. Cole. Or should I call you Daddy today?” I shoved her against the wall and kissed her—hard, messy, without meaning. She moaned into my mouth like it meant something, like it wasn’t just friction. But all I could think about was Beth. Beth, kneeling for me in the car. Beth, flushed and sweet and wanting to be claimed. Not because I demanded it, but because she wanted to.

I demanded. She pulled her hand out of mine once I said that and she scoffed in my face angrily. “So you want me to just leave?” “I’ve got a lot on my plate at the moment, Beth. But when it’s all over, I’ll give you the attention you want… just not now” I explained to her and she sighed with another eyeroll again. “Fine. it’s about your beloved partner, Sophia. I know you have fallen for her but sadly, Damien, her heart’s been taken by another. You can’t win her over” I followed her as she made her way over to my bar and served herself a glass.

I chuckled in response, thoroughly entertained by his irritation. Beth looked between us, clearly unsettled. Her gaze lingered on Rhett, and I couldn’t help but notice how her hands shook slightly as she took him in. Her knees still seemed unsteady, her face flushed. She was no doubt feeling the aftereffects of what I could only imagine had been cold, mechanical sex with my brother in the kitchen. Rhett had always been a detached lover, and Beth, in all her desperation, seemed oblivious to the fact that she was just another pawn in his game. “Beth,” I greeted her with a faint nod, my voice cold, not bothering to mask my disinterest.

A smiling Michael and Milan accepting the trophy I helped earn made my heart clench. "Anything I see or do reminds me of my miserable past." Because that wasn't what was being played on the screen; it was my favorite TV show, but that was what I saw anytime I looked at it. So, I turned off the TV. Just then, my sister's voice broke through the silence. Maya: "Sis… honestly, you can't keep wasting your tears on people who clearly don't deserve you," she said with her hands placed on her hips. Aria: “ It's just … I thought he cared, you know?” I sighed . “I thought he loved me”.