False Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 7)

by Breena Wilde

  All the booze is free. I’m guessing it’s paid for. A part of me thinks this is Cruze’s doing, except he hasn’t shown up yet. I can’t help wondering if he’s mad or if he and Scarlett really are happy together.

  My friends have me sit on a chair and I open presents. I get all sorts of fun random things, from lingerie to perfume to a hot pink sweat band that says Run for the TaTas along the front. When I’m done opening presents, it’s time for the shots.

  “Come on,” Jessica says. “You’ve had four. Only seventeen more to go.”

  “No problem,” I say.

  The waitress hands me a shot.

  I tip it back and swallow. “Five,” everyone yells when I slam the glass on the table.

  Cruze and Scarlett walk in just as the waitress pours me another. The room goes quiet… well, except for the ear splitting music coming from below.

  “Hey,” he says, coming over and kissing me on the cheek. I notice he’s holding Scarlett’s hand.

  I stand.

  “Everyone, say hello to John and Scarlett,” Jessica says, taking me by the elbow.

  Our friends welcome them in unison.

  “Thanks for having me.” He smirks at Jessica. “You sober, or should I lock up my lips now?”

  “Ha. Ha.” She gives Scarlett a once over. “I’ll be at the buffet table if you need backup,” she stage whispers.

  “Awesome,” I respond.

  Cruze leans down and whispers in my ear. “Hi, Cade. Way to throw yourself a party.”

  I don’t correct him. Obviously it isn’t him who did this. Instead I smile. “Hey Cruze, that’s for coming.” Then I look around him to Scarlett. “So glad you could make it, Scarlett. You look beautiful.”

  And she does. She’s wearing a form fitting white dress with a plunging neckline and jagged pieces cut out of the front. A sheer material covers the entire dress. She isn’t wearing nylons and has on pearl white shoes. Her hair is straight as a stick and hangs to her breasts, and she has on an obscene amount of makeup.

  John is in a pair of jeans, loafers, and a black tee shirt. It looks like he hasn’t showered in days. He’s rumpled and sexy as hell.

  He hands me a beautifully wrapped pink box with a big black bow. “This is from Scarlett and I.”

  “It’s just from John,” Scarlett says with a scowl.

  I chuckle. “Thank you,” I say, taking the present. I undo the ribbon and tear the paper. Inside is a Tiffany’s box. My hands are shaking. On the one hand, I’m grateful he came and that he got me a present. On the other, I hope the gift isn’t too personal. I take a deep breath and open the box. It’s a bracelet, an incredibly gorgeous fucking diamond bracelet. “Cruze,” I breathe, amazed at how thoughtful the gift is. “I don’t think I should accept this.” I glance at Scarlett. Her expression is surly. Obviously she’s not happy. Then I look at Cruze. His eyes are shining with happiness.

  “Do you like it?” he asks, taking it from the box and unhooking it.

  “Yes, but…”

  “I mean, shit, how much did you spend?” Scarlett asks, her hands on her hips. “I thought you were done with her.”

  Cruze gives Scarlett a death stare. “Don’t start, Scar. She’s a friend.”

  Scarlett stomps off and grabs a glass of champagne.

  “Hey,” I say as he puts the bracelet on my wrist. “I don’t want to make waves between you and Scarlett.” He smells like cigarettes and his cologne.

  “Don’t worry about her,” he says. He hooks it and kisses my cheek again.

  I touch it and am in shock. “This is too much.” I don’t even want to imagine how much he spent. Like thousands of dollars, I’m guessing.

  “It isn’t too much. I wish I could give you more, what you need. Maybe someday?” He grabs my hands and squeezes.

  I don’t want to get his hopes up. “I don’t know….”

  Cruze puts a hand to my lips. “No serious talk now. It’s a party, right? Let’s party!” he shouts. His demeanor changes from sweet to hard. “Bring me and the birthday girl a shot.”

  A waitress walks over with a tray filled with shots. Cruze takes one each for me and him. He clinks my shot glass. “To getting want you want,” he says and swallows down the shot.

  “Sure,” I say throwing my shot back.

  After my eleventh shot I really need to pee. The bathroom is to the right of the VIP room. It’s gorgeous, decorated in cotton candy pinks, blacks, and silvers. There’s also a sitting area with three couches, mirrors, and vases full of fresh roses.

  As I’m washing my hands, I hear the door to the bathroom open. I wait for someone to walk around the corner, but no one comes. I dry off my hands with a towel and dig in my purse so I can freshen up my lipstick. When I look back in the mirror, I see him.

  “Zane,” I whisper and turn around.

  “Hey, sweet Cadence.”

  I want to jump into his arms, but I’m frozen in place. I can’t move. “You’re real,” I whisper and feel tears pool in my eyes.

  He crosses the space between us and wraps me in a hug. His lips cover mine and he kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around his waist and feel he’s already hard. My pussy is immediately wet.

  God, I want him.

  “Cadence,” he whispers.

  I start to unbutton his pants, but he stops me. “Wait.”

  “What?” I ask, worried he’s going to leave before I get a chance to feel him inside me.

  He takes my hand and smirks. “Come on. We need to be stealthy.”

  I smile. “We do.”

  “Yes.” He walks me to the bathroom door, opens it.

  I peer over his shoulder and see Lincoln. He’s stoic. “Hi, Lincoln,” I whisper and see a ghost of a smile.

  “Ma’am,” he says.

  “Are we clear?” Zane asks.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Excellent.” Zane pulls me by the hand down the hall and into another room. He opens the door and flips on a light. They’re like the lights in the other VIP room. It’s starry, but the lights have been dimmed. In the center of the room is a circular bed. It’s covered with blue bedding and pillows. The bed and floor is covered in rose petals. Black velvet drapes line the walls and have also been drawn to close out the noise from the club below. The thumping of the bass can still be heard, but the room is cozy.

  Lincoln closes the door. Zane lifts me into his arms, carries me over to the bed, and sets me down.

  “Take off your dress,” he says, unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

  My heart is beating so fast. I want to fuck him, but I want to fuck him every day, not just when he can come out of hiding.

  “After we fuck, are you leaving?”

  “Yes,” he says, matter of fact, taking off his shoes.

  I cross my arms. “I don’t think I can do this,” I say, quietly.

  Zane stops. “Are you having second thoughts about me? Are you interested in Cruze?”

  “No,” I say. “I want you. But I want you all the time. Every day. Not just when you feel like it.”

  Zane sighs. “I know, but it can’t be like that now. I’m sorry. I wish it could.”

  He takes off his pants and his shirt and drapes them over a couch to the right of the bed so he’s only wearing his boxer briefs. Then he walks over to me. “Cadence, I adore you,” he says, kissing my neck. His eyes find mine.

  God, he’s fucking handsome.

  He kisses each of my shoulders. He kisses my forehead, each cheek and the tip of my nose. With each kiss, I open up.

  And when his lips crush mine, I’m gone. He runs a hand down my side to my stomach and lifts a leg so that my foot is on the bed. His fingers trail the inside of my leg, swirling circles that get closer and closer to my pussy. When his fingers finally touch my clit, he gasps in surprise.

  “You’re wearing it.”

  “Yes,” I say, kissing the tip of his ear and his neck, running my hands under his shirt, up his back. “I hoped I’d see you.”


  He flicks the pearl ring tenderly and I moan. He runs a finger along my slit and pushes a finger inside. I hear his swallow, let out a groan.

  I lean into him, biting his shoulder, dragging my nails down his back. He pulls out and lifts my dress over my head. I’m wearing a bra and no panties. I took them off right before I left the house, but I didn’t want Jessica to know.

  “You look so beautiful,” he whispers, placing his hands on my breasts and pinching my nipples.

  “So do you,” I reply, sucking on his bottom lip.

  His cock presses into my belly and I tug down his underwear. He steps out of them.

  “So what are you going to do to me?” I ask, smiling against his mouth.

  He flicks my clit ring again. “It’s your birthday, my sweet PFA, what do you want me to do?”

  I gaze into his eyes. “Really?”

  “Yes, really.” He smiles and runs his finger along my slit. “What do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me,” I say, wistful.

  He chuckles and my heart soars. I love the sound of his laugh. I have to think about it. What do I want him to do? I’ve never been in charge with him. The idea excites me, but I don’t know. “If I had a scarf, I’d cover your eyes. Then I’d tie you up and suck on your cock until you come.”

  His eyes twinkle. “That sounds like what I want,” he says, but pulls a black scarf from under one of the pillows.

  “Get on your knees,” I command.

  He does what I say and I walk behind him, tying the scarf over his eyes.

  “I’m in your hands,” he says, and swallows.

  I get the feeling he isn’t used to letting someone else dominate him. He seems nervous.

  “You can trust me,” I say.

  “I know,” he says, his voice low and raspy.

  “Stand up.” I put a hand on his arm to help him, but he doesn’t need it. He stands. “I’m going to direct you toward the bed. I want you do lay back, okay?”

  “Yes,” he says.

  I turn him and push him toward the bed. When the backs of his legs hit the edge, he sits.

  “Lie back and scoot up.” It’s kind of freeing when I can’t see his eyes. They’re so intense. With them covered, I feel braver.

  When he’s scooted I straddle him, lean over, and take his huge shaft into my mouth.

  He lets out a jagged breath.

  I run my tongue along the ridge and then suckle the top. The clear liquid that’s his precome oozes out, and I lick it and spread it around the head. Then I run my lips along over his cock until he’s touching the back of my throat.

  Zane plays with my hair, takes a strand and wraps it around his finger.

  I wrap a hand around his shaft and rub him as I move my mouth up and down on him.

  “Fuck, Cadence.” He groans.

  I remove my mouth and slap the tip of his dick, the way he slaps my pussy.

  He shudders.

  “You can’t have pleasure without the pain, Zane,” I whisper hoarsely.

  His cock gets bigger and he reaches for me.

  I press his hands away. “Not yet.”

  I slap the tip of his cock again and then take it into my mouth, swirling it with my tongue.

  “Fuck,” he roars and sits, grabbing me by the arms. “I want to kiss that fucking mouth.”

  I smile and lean over him, gently pushing him back. “No, Zane. You have to wait.”

  He’s frustrated as fuck. I can tell, but he’s totally loving it too. “Fine,” he growls, “but remember, payback is a bitch.”

  I giggle.

  He puts his hands above his head. I lick my palm and rub his cock with one hand and pinch his nipples with the other, all the while kissing around his belly button, up his abs and to his chest.

  Then I take his cock in my mouth again and move up and down fast until he’s almost over the edge. I stop and climb on, sliding my soaking wet pussy over his cock.

  We both groan.

  “Fuck, Cadence,” he says between breaths.

  I ride him, moving quickly. The tension between my legs is so strong. My clit and the pearl ring attached are rubbing against his skin and I’m in a delicious lusty haze.

  His hands find my breasts and he pinches my nipples. I throw my head back and moan.

  “God, I love you,” he whispers.

  I open my eyes.

  The blindfold is gone and he’s watching me, his expression serious.

  I want to tell him that’s how I feel too, but I’m afraid, scared that if I say the words, he’ll use them to break my heart.

  “My turn,” he says, and flips me onto my back.

  I squeal. “Zane.”

  His cock is still inside me and he pushes deep, so deep that it feels like we’re one. He pulls out slowly and shoves in again, then rubs my clit. That throws me over the edge and I come, hard.

  He rocks in and out a few more times and groans with his orgasm. Then he lies on top of me. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his back. I hold him tight, hoping he’ll realize we can’t be apart.

  “Zane,” I whisper, pressing kisses into his neck. “I love you too.”

  His mouth finds mine. We kiss and kiss and kiss until I’m breathless. “You’re going to leave again, aren’t you?” I ask, and can’t help the immediate tears that well in my eyes.

  “I have to,” he says.

  I tug on his sensual bottom lip, wishing I could suck away the words he’s just said. “I’ don’t want you to go.”

  He buries his face in my neck. “I don’t want to go either, but I don’t have a choice.”

  I suddenly wish he’d ask me to come with him. I’d go. I just want to be where he is.

  “Let me come with you,” I say softly.

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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four