“Fearless.” His mouth pulls to the side in a half smile. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
We kiss and I get caught up in him. Entrapped. I don’t even register that he used the wordalways.
8
Stanmore
We’re standing in the hallway, my hands on Amber’s princely ass,my tongue grazing her teeth, the walls of her mouth and she’s pushed up against the wall, her one leg curling around my hip, the lower part of our bodies locked.
Her eyes are darkened from liner, her mouth painted a deep red that drives me crazy and her smell is so soft and sultry, I want to lick, drink and eat her.
I need more from her. Now...
When the doorbell rings, I let out a stream of furious curses under my breath, making Amber snigger. She’s wearing high heels, causing her mouthwatering curves to look even more appetizing.
“They’re here,” she says, throwing me a side-eye. “Behave.”
“Always.”
Saying that, I have no idea that a couple of hours later she will know just how false those words are.
Shoving the front door open, Amber lets out a squeak. “Gautier!” She jumps and hugs a man, a couple of years older than me, wearing dark clothes and thick framed glasses.
He pats her awkwardly on the back, throwing me a tight glance and I straighten. This is her brother. He’s allowed to touch her. My fists clench.This is her brother.
“I was just telling your handsome brother what a weird name he has,” Gina says. She has dyed red hair, wearing a too tight suit and her I’m familiar with because I’ve seen her with Amber before. She cheek kisses Amber, glancing at me curiously.
“What about my sister?” Amber says. “Her name is Rischa. And then our parents named me Amber.”
Gina nods. “Almost like they knew you could always end up twerking a pole if your career goes to hell.”
Amber laughs, glancing at me and I can hear the emptiness in the sound. That insensitive bitch just insulted her and I put my hand on Amber’s lower back and she gratefully looks up at me.
“This is Stanmore, by the way,” she murmurs, “my..um...”
“You can say it, all mine,” I answer, enjoying the expression on their faces and the sight of Amber’s pink cheeks.” I’m her boyfriend.”
“Of course.” Gina’s eyes narrow and she looks me up and down. “So you’re the mysterious stranger who’s nestled himself into Amber’s life?”
“Be nice,” Amber says, shaking her head and Gautier reaches his hand out.
“Pleasure, Stan.”
His hand crushes against mine and inwardly I grin, crushing back and his face pales. I smile, showing my teeth.
“It’s Stanmore.”
With a nervous laugh, Amber grabs her purse and steps over the threshold, clearing her throat. “All right then. Let’s go shall we?”
We’ve already booked tables at a restaurant, because apparently it’s a tradition before a concert. I’d rather not be here. I’d rather just have Amber away from everyone else because I’m stingy with her. Selfish.
“I always feel so scattered before I’m about to play,” Amber twitters, pressing her lips that are still swollen from my treatment. “I feel like food helps.”
An orgasm would probably help too. It would have been cheaper had she just asked me to fuck her senseless.
My shaft is straining in my pants as we sit down and Gina tries to get Amber to sit on her side but I clamp down on Amber’s thigh, keeping her in place and Amber’s eyes flare.
“I’m f...fine where I am,” she stutters. She’s more than fine. She’s in the only place where she belongs.