Stephen gives me a long look, then smiles and happily lets himself out. I clean myself up hopefully leaving no trace of Stephen behind. I clean up my makeup, spray my perfume lightly, and adjust my hair.
It’s the best I can manage, and it doesn’t seem half-bad. I’m ready to see Chase, to put this behind me and move forward. I just have to hope I have some kind of luck on my side and don’t run into him coming out of the bathroom I just got fucked in.
I shake my head at the conversation that would bring up, with Stephen waiting outside, eager to claim me and mark his territory. Chase’s fury and my lame excuse:I know you were running late, but I just can’t resist my ex-boyfriend and we couldn’t pass up the chance to fuck in the bathroom. You get it, right?
Thankfully, Stephen isn’t waiting for me outside of the bathroom or on the stairs. My body is still shaking, but I can blame that on being anxious about lying to my new boyfriend. I remember Stephen’s hands on me, his cock in me, his mouth… No! No.
I have Chase. Sweet, fun, passionate, and demanding Chase, who makes me feel alive and wild all at once. I see him with two girls eagerly basking in his attention on the patio. It’s never surprising to find him with company. What girl can resist a sexy, rugged man with his sleeves rolled up and a five o’clock shadow, especially at a ridiculously formal affair like this?
His lack of effort, the tousled sexy style of his hair, and his effortless charm are refreshing compared to the stuffy men and old guys looking for a sugar baby or an ego boost. I glare at the girl edging into his lap and take the spot before she can, lounging across him and kissing his throat, making sure these bitches know he belongs to me.
“Hey, baby,” he manages to get the words out just before I bite his bottom lip. He groans and holds me tighter, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and staking claim. He’s so much rougher than Stephen, less refined. But just as fucking hot.
My eyes open as I draw back and watch the girls walk away with obvious frustration and jealousy. Good. I don’t want them sniffing around him. Chase chuckles, treating me to that heartbreaking smile.
“Someone’s jealous.”
“You’re late.”
“If that’s the hello I get when I’m late, I don’t think I’ll ever be on time again.” His fingers slip under my chin and he pulls me back to his mouth.
I can’t help but smile as we kiss. His tongue and mine dance together as he cups the back of my neck. Chase doesn’t care who’s watching, and for a moment, I don’t either. I don’t care that it will be a nice juicy tabloid piece. I don’t care if people whisper. I just want to forget that I was in the bathroom fucking my ex less than ten minutes ago.
Chase tugs my hair and nips across my jaw. He reaches my ear and sighs. “How long do we have to play dress-up before I get you naked in my bed again?”
I giggle and feel lust flare up in me all over again. Stephen and I may be puzzle pieces, but Chase and I are instant chemistry. I smile at him and nip his throat. “You don’t like seeing me all dressed up?”
“You want me to compliment your dress?” he teases, tugging the fabric. “It looks great, but…”
“You’re about to be cheesy, aren’t you?”
“It would look better on my floor.” He winks at me shamelessly.
I giggle and watch him laugh. What Stephen and I have is romantic, sensual, and so filled with emotion that I’m always left breathless. But Chase is hot, fun, witty, and easy.
Suddenly, I can’t wait to ditch the party.
Stephen
Ileft to avoid a scene. The last thing either of us needs is someone hearing that we’re back together, or that I can’t stay away from her. Between her dad and the money-hungry paparazzi, every potential problem presents a real consequence.
When it comes time to find her again, it takes a full walk around the mansion and a check to the patio. I’m about to lounge near one of the tiki torches when I get the shock of my life. Olivia,myOlivia, struts by me like I’m not here.
I can’t remember the last time she missed me, even in a crowd. Worse, she slides her sexy ass onto another guy’s lap. As if everything we just did in the bathroom is meaningless or didn’t happen at all!
She leans back, revealing none other than Chase. I stand with my mouth agape.What the fuck!
When he rubs her back and she giggles before leaning into a kiss, the gears of my brain jump back into place. The guy she mentioned she was dating, the guy she wouldn’t leave me for…is my brother. My immature, wild, “here for recovery” brother. My own brother dating the girl I’m in love with. The girl I crave. The girl I didn’t plan to let go anytime soon.
So then…was she the girl who blew him on the pool deck? The girl he raved about all morning? The woman who had him smiling at his phone like some lovestruck teenager? How could I have missed it?
Chase’s hand slips up her thigh, revealing her birthmark, the one I’ve kissed more times than I can count. Jealousy clouds my vision for a second, but I remember Garrett’s punch, his face when he confronted me about fucking his only daughter. I have to take a breath.
Just breathe!
I take a long breath even as Chase greedily steals another kiss. He doesn’t know she’s filled with my cum, has no idea I had my face buried between her legs and had her moaning in the bathroom. Somehow that makes me feel better.
Her hand strokes over Chase’s chest, then he cracks a joke and she giggles. I hate it. I hate him touching her. I hate her leaning into his touch, draping herself across him easily, waving to friends without a care. I hate that I can’t give her that peace. And I hate myself for continuing to watch them.