“If you agree to be my date.”
Those brown eyes which were full of lust a moment ago have now vanished. Her hand leaves her beautiful pussy as she pulls the coat around to cover herself. “You want to talk about a date, and not fuck?”
I shake my head while walking around and reaching for the bottle of champagne pouring her a glass. “I plan to drink this from your tits soon, but before I do, I need you to agree to be my date.”
“But not a real date? Right?” Her nervousness makes me smile.
“No. Just pretend you’re infatuated by me, and I’ll do the same. That’s all I ask.”
“Then you’ll fuck me?”
Stepping back around to her, my hands pull open her coat as my fingers touch her nipple through her lace and pinch it. “You doubt my need for you?”
Storm moans and it’s like music to my ears.
“When is this fake date?” she manages to ask.
“Next weekend. It’s a wedding.”
She goes to speak but my mouth covers hers as I pull her to me. Her mouth opens and she kisses me back, just for a second before I feel her push on my shoulders, her mouth leaving mine. The air I was breathing is all for her, now it’s not.
“A wedding.” Her voice rises in pitch as her eyes bulge, she turns away then back to me.
Reaching for her again to try to calm her, my hands touch her softly, gripping her hip to still her.
“Whose wedding, Echo?” She uses my real name—she never calls me that.
“Does it matter?” My hand digs into hips tighter.
Storm’s eyes flick to my hand still on her hip then back to me. A slight head nod is all I get before she speaks. “It does matter. Whose wedding?”
“My brother’s.”
She breathes a sigh of relief I watch her visibly relax. “You aren’t close to him, is that right?”
I smirk at her words, her hands come back to me the tension she was holding now gone.
“What makes you say that?”
She shrugs, its soft, sexy. And everything that is her. My lips make their way to her neck, leaving soft kisses in its trail.
“Tracey said her brother is like your brother, that you’re all family.” Her breathing is thick now as she pushes herself closer to me. My cock hard is straining in my pants at the feel of her so near to me.
“She’s right, my family is my work. But I have to go.”
She nods her head as I go back to continue kissing her neck. The coat drops from her shoulders and crumples on the floor as her hands pull my shirt off my arms and it falls to the floor also. She doesn’t waste any time before she pulls at my trousers, moaning as she pushes my head away with her neck then bites my lips as I come up in front of her. The minute they are off, I reach for her around her sweet fucking ass. Picking her up, so she’s in my arms, and carry her back to the counter where I planned to have her anyway.
“Blondie…” She pulls my head back, and just before she says another word both our heads turn toward the door when there’s a loud bang. Then again. I ignore it going back to her. Whoever it is will go away when they realize I’m not answering. But before my lips reach hers, the knock comes again making her head turn and my lips reach her jawline instead.
She goes to sit up, pushing me with her. “You should get it,” she whispers trying to get down.
I pin her to the counter trapping her in with my hands. “No, they’ll leave.” The smile is beautiful as it touches her eyes.
“Maybe they will.” Her movement is slow, but what follows next is not.
“Echo…”
Storm pauses, then pushes me away from her, jumps from the bench, and reaches for her coat pulling it on straight away.
“I can hear you in there, Echo.”
“Red…”
She shakes her head. “Who’s that?” She looks to the door.
Fuck! I know exactly who’s behind it. My ex.
“Selena.”
She shoves her hair out of her eyes, her cheeks visibly flushed. I watch as she attempts to walk to the front door, the same one Selena’s standing at. My hand reaches for hers and pulls her back, her eyes go wide in surprise.
“It would be best if you left out the back.”
Storm’s hand pull free and they cross her chest. She stands a little taller when she speaks and her tone is sharp. “You want to sneak me out the back?” She’s making it sound worse than it is. Her hands don’t leave from her chest as she watches me.
“Yes, not because I’m ashamed.” Her eyes bulge. “No. Because I know she will never shut up.”
She turns and walks straight to the door, pulling it open before I can, and does not look back as she walks out. Shutting the door and reaching for my trousers, I pull them up before I take a deep breath then yank the front door open.