She smiled then. A seductive one. “Where do you want to fuck?”
I stalked past her and grabbed her hand, taking her back into the kitchen.
“Take off your panties,” I ordered.
“I’m not wearing any,” she replied.
I turned her around, looked at her, then down at the short skirt she was wearing. She’d wanted this. To be available. Maybe she had planned on bending over at some point to give me a view. Whatever the reason, I appreciated it in this moment.
“Put your hands on the island,” I ordered.
She did so, sticking out her ass without direction. She knew the score and how to fuck.
I walked up behind her and ran my hands up her bare thighs before jerking the small amount of fabric covering her ass up to her waist. Then, I slapped it hard. As hard as I wanted to slap Brielle’s juicy, tanned ass.
Maegan moaned and wiggled it at me. I slapped the other side, then went back and forth until both cheeks were red and she was panting and groaning.
I reached into the drawer of the island and took out a condom. Maegan didn’t seem surprised I had condoms in here. It was the main reason I had brought her in here. I unzipped my jeans and shoved them down to my knees, then slipped the condom down over my hard shaft. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her back and onto my dick in one hard thrust.
She cried out my name. I knew she was loud during sex. I’d heard her and Kiro going at it more than once. One night, I had even sat back and watched them on the rug in front of the fireplace. She smiled naughtily at me then, as if wanting me to join in. I considered going over and sticking my cock in her mouth, but I didn’t. I’d wanted boundaries.
Today, I didn’t care. I just needed release. I was going to get it too. Right here in this available, willing pussy.
“Harder, Dean! Fuck me harder!” she cried out.
I didn’t want to hear her talk. I just wanted her body.
Reaching around, I covered her mouth, then continued to pound inside of her. Closing my eyes and thinking of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, looking back at me over her shoulder as I fucked her. Big, heavy tits swaying and bouncing as our bodies collided.
I moved my hand from Maegan’s mouth as she screamed out my name and twitched beneath me in orgasm. Then, I came, but the relief I had hoped for didn’t come too. Just guilt and disgust with myself.
eight
brielle
There was no new furniture or more talk of new furniture. Nothing had shown up, except for the mattress, and I had stopped expecting it.
It had been a week since Dean had come into my apartment, insulting my furniture, then making my panties wet directly afterward. I fell asleep, thinking about the way his voice had sounded in my ear and how he had smelled so completely masculine. It was a very dangerous, slippery slope that I was ready to fall down. In the heat of the moment, nothing else mattered. It should have. It should have mattered a lot.
Then, Cam called.
Dean left.
There had been no texts, calls, or glimpses of him since then.
This was a good thing. It was what needed to happen. I was glad he had put distance between us. It needed to stay that way. I knew this. But in my dreams, I often forgot all that.
Damn him and his sexy, dark, tempting voice. I continued icing Mrs. Jo’s cake with little rose flowers I had learned to make from a YouTube video. I had other things to do than think about Dean Finlay all the time.
Gavin had called and asked me out again. I’d had to cancel our last date because of the water damage and just not being in the mood to go out. He had asked if we could try again next week and offered to help with anything in my apartment that might need his expertise.
I should have let him come over and help me move the entire sofa frame onto the balcony to dry in the sun. Because it was starting to smell bad. I had bought it years ago at a secondhand shop for twenty-five dollars. It was more than I could afford, but I also needed somewhere to sleep. The single bed Cam and I had been sharing was getting too small for both of us. He was almost six, and I had wanted him to have his own bed. Something I had never had as a child.
Now, there was a good chance the wooden frame was rotten and wouldn’t hold up much longer. I could afford another used sofa, but admitting that would mean Dean was right. I just didn’t want him to be right. Maybe I was being stubborn, but I wanted to be right.
The cake was complete, and although it wasn’t professional, I thought it’d turned out pretty. I reached for the bag of party items I’d bought for Mrs. Jo’s party to find the candles. While I was placing the number seven candle and the number eight candle on the cake, I realized that my getting to celebrate with her was thanks to Dean. He’d expedited getting her moved back in. She had so much new furniture, and she was thrilled with it all. She’d shown me around the place with pride the day she moved back in. He had even replaced her old light fixture in the living room with a ceiling fan. The way she talked about Dean, you’d think he’d invented the wheel.
A knock on my door was followed by the sound of a key in the lock. I glanced over my shoulder to see Clara, who I had been expecting. She was wearing a short white leather miniskirt and a yellow crop top. I envied her the ability to wear tops like that. Smaller boobs were just so much easier. You could wear all the stylish tops, and you looked thinner.