by Amy Brent
I wasn’t sure, but what I did know was that I was late for lunch with Justin.
Embracing my friend before we sat down was awkward at best. I was finding it harder and harder to be around him, especially with what was going on between me and his sister. I was looking my best friend in the face and cracking jokes while withholding the fact that I was fucking around with Jessi.
That didn’t sit well with me.
Just like it hadn’t two years ago.
Justin was going on and on about this redheaded chick of his. How awesome she was and the energy levels she had in bed. He kept going on and on about her like she was God’s greatest gift to the world, but I was only half listening. My mind kept going back to the conversation I had with Jessi. The sadness that poured through her voice in that one little question she’d asked.
Was Jessi okay?
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to take a look. I figured it was work or the designer demanding I get back to the venue to help with the girls. But instead, I saw Jessi’s name scrolling across my screen.
She had sent me a message.
“Everything good, man?” Justin asked.
“Yeah, everything’s good. Just got a text,” I said.
“Does it happen to be from this mystery girl you still won’t tell me about?” he asked.
I looked up at him as I opened Jessi’s text on my phone. But all it had was a picture.
A picture of her in that gorgeous evening gown from the runway show.
Better take me somewhere appropriate.
I grinned down at the message before I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
“It was from her, wasn’t it?” Justin asked. “Why the hell won’t you tell me about her?”
“Because it’s still pretty casual. But it seems like things are heating up between you and that redheaded minx from the bar. How many times have you seen each other since that night?” I asked.
“Five,” he said with a smile.
“Oh shit, man. You’re sunk,” I said.
“In all the best ways.”
I wanted to tell him I got it. That I understood how he was feeling. But the last thing I wanted to do was open a conversation about how I was fucking his sister and oh, by the way? I thought her kid was mine because we fucked around two years ago, too.
Shit, things were getting complicated.
I really needed to talk to Jessi.
Chapter 15
Jessi
“Paloma. Fancy,” I said.
“A stunning venue for a stunning woman in a very stunning gown,” Chris said.
“Wasn’t sure if you got the hint,” I said. “You didn’t respond to my text.”
“I have to keep you waiting a little bit. What would bring you back otherwise?”
Chris opened the door for me and the two of us walked in. There was a dimly lit table for two in the corner, reserved specifically for us. I was thankful that Caleb’s nanny was okay with watching my son, because I was actually looking forward to the evening.
Though I was trying to swallow my excitement down so I could get to work.
“How was the photoshoot?” Chris asked, as he pulled out my chair.
“It went well. There’s room in the contract for talks about me representing their curvy girl line of clothing, so Pierre’s working on it.”
“Pierre your manager?” he asked.
“My miracle-worker, yes.”
“And here I thought that was my nickname,” he said with a wink.
The two of us ordered a round of drinks and a small appetizer to split between us. As the conversation went on, I was thankful he didn’t bring up the subject of Caleb. I was worried he would, since the last time we were together he wouldn’t stop asking questions. Questions I was uncomfortable answering. Questions that made me think he had a sneaking suspicion Caleb was his child.
“That dress really does look stunning on you. Have you posted it anywhere yet?” Chris asked.
“I was actually hoping I could get you to take a picture of me out by the fountain. The water would backdrop the fabric of this dress nicely,” I said.
“Always willing to help a fellow model out with her career.”
You weren’t willing to do that two years ago.
I smiled kindly at him, but every word that dropped from his mouth reminded me of why I was doing this. And I had to step up my timeline. With us getting so close—much closer than I’d intended—I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep Caleb a secret from him. Chris had turned on his nice side, the charm he oozed whenever we were together. It was making me weak in the knees and causing me to do things like look forward to the time we would spend together and dream about him when I closed my eyes.
All of that stuff was counterintuitive to my plan. And I wasn’t going to have it.
“How’s your drink? It matches your dress, oddly enough,” Chris said.
“When I work it, I really work it,” I said.
“Oh trust me, I know that all too well.”
He winked at me as I felt my face beginning to flush. I took a sip of my drink as my mind began to swirl. My eyes drifted along his body, taking in the way his muscles pulled at his outfit. His button-down shirt swelled against his chest and his foot was scooting closer to mine underneath the table. His body heat alone was rattling my iron bars, and I needed to get out of the situation quickly.
My body was betraying my game plan.
“Excuse me. I need to go to the restroom,” I said.
“I’ll be ready and waiting,” Chris said.
The tone of his voice deepened, pulling goosebumps along my arms. My gown fluttered behind me with every step I took as I made my way for the bathroom. I needed space between us. I needed to take a moment and remind myself of why I was doing this.
I needed a moment away from him.
Stepping into the one-person bathroom, I went to close the door. But a grip on my waist caused me to gasp. I felt my back against the bathroom door as the lights went off, and I tried struggling against the body that had me pinned.
“You didn’t think I was going to let you walk away, did you?”
Chris’s breath was hot on my neck as I heard the lock on the door flip.
“Chris?” I asked breathlessly.
“The way this shimmering fabric sparkles with the swaying of your hips. The thought of another man looking at you—”
I felt his hand run down my side as his breath pulsed against my lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a whisper.
His lips pressed into mine. Slowly. Delicately. Like a child cherishing a prize or a woman holding a delicate little kitten.
Or a man holding his sweet, sweet girl.
“I’m showing you just how beautiful I think you are,” Chris said into my lips.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. I couldn’t resist him, no matter how hard I tried. His words were thick with want and his breath made me salivate. Feeling his muscles pressed into my body was too much. The heat of his skin was too much.
Everything about him was too much.
His hands moved to his zipper, and his belt and pants soon crashed to the floor. I slid my panties down and kicked them off to the side before his hands gathered my body in his arms. He pressed me against the door, my leg locked around him as I stood on my tiptoes. I felt his hands bunching up my evening gown as his cock pressed deeply into my thigh.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Jessi,” Chris said. “How much of my mind you take up.”
I felt his cock pressing against my entrance as my body betrayed how much I wanted him. My arousal poured from between my folds, dripping down his cock. I heard him chuckle into my ear. A low, rumbling sound that both embarrassed me and sent electricity surging through my veins.
“I knew my sweet girl couldn’t resist me,” he said.
I whimpered at his use of the nickname for me as he pressed his dick into my body.
; He rolled deeply into me, his hands keeping my dress bunched up at my waist. My arms hung around his neck, my body at his mercy. My clit raked against his trimmed curls, shooting fire behind my eyes. The darkness of the bathroom and hearing all the people walking around outside. It was all too much.
And yet, it still didn’t seem like enough.
My moans grew and I felt Chris slide his hand over my mouth. His face was so close I could see the beauty of his eyes. Even through the darkness. I held his gaze as he picked up the pace, my leg jumping every single time he thrust against my clit.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I came around his cock.
“That’s it,” he said in my ear. “Give it to me. Give in to me, Jessi. Let me show you how much I missed you.”
Missed me?
Chris had missed me—?”
He slid out from my pussy and whipped me around. Pressing my body into the door, he pulled my hips back into his cock. He filled my pussy with his solid girth as I felt him pulsing against my walls. My legs were shaking and my chest was panting for air as I used the door for leverage.
To buck back into him and feel more of his body against mine.
His hand wound into the long tendrils of my hair. He tugged on my head, bringing me up from the door. My tits were bouncing and my body was shivering. He was fucking me faster and faster as his lips descended to my neck. My back was flush with his chest as his arm wrapped around me. I could feel his legs flexing with the effort it took to fuck me standing up. He rolled up into me and my hands flew to his hair. His teeth were biting into my skin and my toes were curling into my heels.
I could feel myself building again as his fingertips slipped between my folds.
“What do we have here?” he asked. “I think someone wants to come out and play.”
His fingertips pinched my clit and white hot pleasure shot straight to my pelvis.
“Chris. Chris. I—I—oh fuck. It—someone’s gonna—”
“No one will hear you,” he said, as his lips found mine. “Your sounds are only for me. No one will ever hear you this way but me.”
I stood on my tiptoes as my world was shattered again. Stars burst in my darkened vision as my pussy milked his cock. I could feel him growing within my body. I could feel my juices drenching his cock. I was dripping down the inside of my own thigh as he pulled out from me again, not allowing me to ride out my orgasm on his cock.
I whimpered at the loss as he guided me over to the sink.
He turned me back around and grabbed onto my waist. Like I was a feather-light doll, he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the bathroom counter. He scooted me to the edge and I wrapped my legs around him. Then I leaned back onto my hands and braced for his cock.
He gripped my hips tightly and pushed himself in, and the moan that fell from my lips was something I couldn’t help.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the single restroom as my legs shook in his wake. With each thrust he took, my entire body jiggled for him. His hands wandered up my body, squeezing my tits and running down the sides of my torso. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me.
It was like I couldn’t have enough of him.
He fucked me harder and harder, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure as I thrust myself forward. I had lost control of my body. Of my actions. Of the verbal reel inside my head. Instead of chanting how I needed to stay on task and break his heart, my mind was only chanting one word. The word I’d come to associate with Chris from the moment I laid eyes on him.
More.
The word kept running through my mind again and again.
Throwing my arms around his neck, I crashed our lips together. His hands cloaked my back as he slammed into me, his cock pulsing against my walls. I could feel him filling me. I could feel threads of cum shooting from his dick. Our tongues connected in a battle of fire as his hands splayed across my back. We breathed one another’s air and felt each other shivering. My body shook as his cum triggered my own orgasm, my body melting into him as I trailed kisses down his neck.
I buried my face into his body as I whimpered his name.
We stayed there like that. Clinging to one another as I leaked onto the bathroom counter of one of the nicest restaurants in Los Angeles. I didn’t understand why, but the sex simply kept getting better and better. It was mind-blowing. Earth-shattering. Exponential in ways I had never remembered it to be. I nuzzled into his neck as he placed kisses to the side of my head, then he sat me upright and pulled out from between my legs.
“Here, let me get you something to clean up with,” Chris said.
Then he turned on the light and I was met with the face of the man that had broken my heart.
Why did he have to have that face?
Chapter 16
Christopher
“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked.
“Yep. I want you to come over and meet my girlfriend,” Justin said.
“Is this a joke? Is someone watching me with a camera?” I asked.
“Quit being an asshole, okay? I want you to come meet Roxy.”
“Holy fuck. Are you dating a stripper?” I asked.
“No, numb-nuts. It’s the redhead from the bar.”
“She’s got a fucking stripper name, Justin. What does she do for a living?”
“She’s a paralegal for a law firm here in L.A.”
“That’s—hm—not a cover job for a stripper,” I said.
“I want you to come over tonight and meet her.”
“She gave me her number, remember. I’ve already met her.”
“Then come meet her again. Quit being a dick about this. I don’t want you to meet the girl from the bar. I want you to meet Roxy. My girlfriend.”
“I’m never going to get used to hearing that, but okay. I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.
“Six o’clock. And leave your dick attitude at home.”
It was still strange to me that Justin had a girlfriend, but he sounded happy on the phone. And what was I going to do, refuse my best friend? I sure as hell was gonna give him a hard time, but I was also happy for him. It was about damn time he focused on dating instead of simply fucking.
Maybe that would make it easier to tell him I was fucking his sister.
I got to Justin’s townhouse and got out of my car. I was a few minutes early, but it didn’t really matter. There was a good chance Roxy had been here all day with Justin, so I was bracing myself for the smell of nasty ass sex the moment I walked in.
But a soothing voice caught my attention as I stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Chris? That you?”
“Hey there, Jessi. Did Justin call you, too?” I asked.
“Yeah. He said something about meeting a girlfriend. Did I hear him right?” Jessi asked.
“Trust me, I asked myself the same thing.”
I looked down into her arms and I saw Caleb. I took in his big blue eyes and his light brown hair. My eyes fell onto the dimple on his chin and how broad his smile was. He was staring straight at me. Like he knew the secret everyone was so intent on keeping.
The small boy was adorable, and without thinking I reached out to touch him.
I tickled his stomach and he giggled at me. I ran my finger along his cheek and he turned to try and take it in his mouth. I felt my cheeks being pulled into a grin as my eyes rose to meet Jessi’s, and I saw her staring at me with this look in her eyes.
It was a mixture of surprise and confusion. But I really couldn’t put my finger on it.
I’d never seen that look on her face before.
“Hey guys!” Justin said. “You, uh—just gonna stand out here?”
“Sorry,” I said. “This little guy’s too cute.”
“I know. Time flies when he’s around. Come on in. Roxy’s in the kitchen.”
I tried to shake Caleb from my mind as Justin ushered us into his home. It was hard for me to take this seriously with all the memories we had of this plac
e. I looked at the couch and saw all the women I’d caught him bending over it. I looked down the hallway and saw all the women he’d had sprawled out on the carpet. We turned into the kitchen and instead of seeing Roxy, I saw all the women I’d fucked right there on that counter in his own damn home.
Shit, this night was gonna be hard.
“Well you look familiar,” the redhead said. “I’m Roxy, if you don’t remember.”
“Oh, I remember,” I said, with a smile. “How are you doing?”
“Very well, thanks for asking. And you must be Jessi, Justin’s sister.”
“How do you know Chris?” Jessi asked, as she shook Roxy’s hand.
“Your brother and I met when I gave my number to Chris in a bar and he passed it off.”
“He passed it off?” she asked.
Jessi’s eyes panned over to me as she gazed at me with a quizzical look.
“Doesn’t sound like Chris,” Jessi said.
“Well, it was that night,” Roxy said. “And I’m glad it was. Your brother is a good man.”
“You sure we’re talking about the same person?” I asked.
“I’m sure we are,” Roxy said, with a giggle.
“I’m sorry. You passed on this beautiful woman’s number? When do you ever do that?” Jessi asked.
“Ever since he started seeing some mystery woman,” Justin said. “He won’t tell me about her, but he sure as hell wouldn’t pick up women with me. At the bar or at Dad’s record release party.”
Jessi’s eyes were hot on me as she swallowed hard.
“Is that Caleb?” Roxy asked. “Your nephew?”
“It is,” Jessi said. “Would you like to see him?”
I watched Roxy interact with Caleb as I stood off to the side. The light in my best friend’s eyes was apparent. He was happy with this girl and I was happy for him, so who the hell was I to say anything? I’d always known Justin to be a player, but even the biggest of players sometimes met their match.