Undeniable: A Friends To Lovers Romance (Love Desired Book 4)

by Cassie Verano

  I sighed and ran my hands over the top of my head. “No, it’s not, baby. It’s not,” I said, pulling her against me. “But I also just want to protect you. And if you and I get out so soon after my fans have just discovered my identity, I’m not so sure how well I can protect you.”

  Peyton nodded, wiping the tears away.

  “I know.”

  I pulled her into my arms at the moment, not caring who saw us. Lowering my head, I pressed my lips against hers and sucked on them. We kissed for several seconds before I broke it off and stared into her eyes.

  “Thank you for being by my side this weekend.”

  “Sure, Bryce. I’d do anything for you.”

  And I knew she meant that.

  CHAPTER 23 – PEYTON

  THE REST OF OUR CREW arrived Friday night just in time to kick things up a notch and have a bachelorette party. The men had left and gone into town for drinks, and Bryce’s mom and aunts had gone out to dinner.

  “I can’t believe your ass is getting married!” Seda said, stuffing a chip into her mouth.

  “Believe it! We need to find us some fine ass men to get married to,” Dior said, all glassy-eyed from her fourth drink of the night.

  “Fuck getting married. How about getting a good screw in?” Melissa said.

  “I still don’t know why you’re having a hard time getting some dick when you run an online dating site!” Karina hiccupped.

  “Lots of dick!” Silver replied, holding her non-alcoholic margarita up with a smile.

  She and I were the only ones who weren’t on our way to three sheets to the wind. I’d had one drink, but I was taking it easy. The rest of the ladies would be driven in a limo back to their hotel at the other end of the island.

  I would remain at the beach house with Bryce and his family. The last thing I needed was to give his mother another reason to keep her eyes pinned on me.

  And it wasn’t that she was rude, she wasn’t. If anything, she was too hospitable, going out of her way to make sure that I was comfortable. But she watched me closely, especially when she thought I wasn’t looking. I was sure she didn’t trust me.

  A beat dropped that had us all looking around, trying to determine where the music came from and why. Aaliyah was on her feet working her hips no sooner than the music started and Mahin, Gianna’s youngest sister, was right by her side.

  Gianna’s twin sisters, Parisa and Rosana, pulled me to my feet. Yasmin and Gianna danced together, back to back, laughing. Karina, Gina, Silver, and Dior hopped up and started shaking their behinds.

  Seda and Melissa finally joined the party and started dancing together.

  We were all confused about where the music came from, but the answer came in no time at all, when the fast beat changed.

  “That’s Fifty!” Aaliyah screamed.

  Six men wearing different colored ballcaps, grey sweatpants, and t-shirts poured into the room dancing. Each of them wore a bandana matching their ballcap around their eyes with small slits to see through, but long enough to cover their nose.

  Aaliyah and Seda flocked to them, dancing with them, turning around and grinding their behinds against the men.

  They ripped their t-shirts off and flung them to the floor. Just as 50 Cent started singing the lyrics to Candy Shop, one of the men licked his tongue out, holding Aaliyah’s hands against his chest as he slowly tugged them down to grasp his crotch.

  Her screams erupted with mine and the other ladies in the room. Chocolate muscles, golden-colored muscles, and olive-colored muscles had all of us losing our mine.

  When the lyrics I'll let you lick the lollipop came, all six men ripped their grey sweatpants off and rolled their hips. They began moving throughout the room, and the women were all over them.

  The man Aaliyah was rubbing hoisted her up onto his shoulders, burying his face between her legs. Aaliyah screamed, making me wonder if the move alone made her cum. His head rotated as he licked her through her panties, knocking his ballcap to the floor.

  One man grabbed Mahin and pulled her down to lay on top of him. Another man climbed on top of her and humped her from behind while the man underneath her humped the front of her.

  I was shocked, but it didn’t last for long.

  I was surprised when one of the men wearing a black ballcap grabbed my hips, pulling me against him. Stunned by how hard he was and how intimate his grasp on me was, I stood frozen for several seconds.

  Another man wearing a red ballcap came behind me, grabbing my waist from the back, grinding against me. Both men worked me hard in the front and back as I screamed.

  “Girl, you’d better share!” Seda said, dancing towards us.

  The man standing in front of me turned towards her, leaving me alone with the man behind me. His hands were possessive, holding me as if they wouldn’t let go. A loud breath whooshed from my lungs when he bent me over and ground against me from the back. He, too, was hard.

  His pumping actions became fierce, hard, and fast, causing me to feel every inch of the dick he slung against me. I know my face turned every shade of red it could find as the heat rose on my cheeks.

  Melissa yelled from across the room, “Get it, Peyton!”

  Every woman had a turn being on the receiving end of the attention of some man in the room. I kept thinking I’d be so embarrassed if Bishop, Bryce, or any of their family members were to walk into the room.

  Eventually, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed, I disentangled myself and found a seat on the couch, watching the performance.

  I was thankful the men had their nights out planned, and I relaxed, enjoying myself.

  When the music switched to a slower song, Jeremih’s Birthday Sex, I found myself once again as the recipient of attention.

  Softly swaying side to side to the music, I obeyed the man’s command when he pointed to the floor, indicating for me to kneel. Placing his hand on my head, he ground his junk in my face. I remained still, accepting everything that he did until I couldn’t help myself.

  Slipping my tongue to the tip of my lips, I licked the leather encasing his dick was strapped in. Pulling back, he slung it back and forth and then hit me on my bottom lip. Walking behind me, he pushed my shoulder forward, causing me to lay face down on the floor.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed him kneeling behind me just before he straddled me.

  The weight of his body on mine wrapped me in warmth and comfort. Slowly he pumped up and down, the length of his penis resting between my ass cheeks.

  His hands gripped them and slid me open as he let his sheath covered dick slide up and down, burrowing in deeper and deeper into the groove of my dress. I was horrified at the realization that my panties were wet, and the little cotton sundress and thong panties I wore were no barrier for what he was doing.

  His hands slid the dress up around my waist, and my ass was bare for all the room to see. I reached behind me to pull my dress back down.

  We were practically having sex. I glanced around briefly to see all of my friends in similar compromising positions. But all of that disappeared in this intimate moment I held with this stranger.

  The man rested his hands on my shoulders, lifting the front half of my body, until I lay only on my belly and legs, resting my upper body on my forearms. His grinding grew deeper and more intense than before as he held me in place.

  When the music transitioned to Trey Songz, Neighbors Know My Name, he flipped me over onto my back, holding one of my legs in the air. Straddling me sideways, he pumped slow his back arching deep before he rolled backward, letting his hips do all the work.

  I licked my lips, and he winked an eye at me, licking his lips and moving down between my legs.

  Nerves had me clenching my legs tightly, but that didn’t stop him. He pulled them apart again, his nose and lips nuzzling my lower lips.

  This man didn’t need to be inside of me to cause me to cum. Everything he did was so sensual and intimate; it felt as if we were alone and not in a semi
-private sex show. But I had nothing to worry about as I saw the other women in similar predicaments.

  The third song had the men dancing in a choreographed performance once more as we sat on the couches of the entertainment room, watching the show.

  I know the other women had to be as hot and bothered as I was. Thankfully, I could shower afterward and change clothes. I had no one to answer to about why my panties were wet.

  If Bryce was into keeping secrets, I had a few of my own to keep.

  We continued to enjoy the fun, dancing, singing and being entertained by the men through the night.

  Hot from the alcohol I’d consumed, I stepped outside onto the patio for some cooler air. I walked around to the side of the house onto a private patio a few paces down for a few moments of quiet.

  “You good?”

  I spun around, looking for Bryce, hearing but not seeing him.

  “Bryce?” I called out into the darkness.

  “Yeah,” he said, stepping away from the side of a palm tree, making his presence known.

  The moonlight shone on him, causing me to gasp.

  “That was you?”

  “Yeah,” Bryce said, his fingers hooked into the waistband of his grey sweatpants. The red baseball cap turned backward on his head completed his outfit because the t-shirts the men wore were torn.

  “I...you...what’s going on? I thought those were professional strippers back there?”

  “They are. And B and I hired them to choreograph a show to put on tonight.”

  “Wait, Bishop was there?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And who else?”

  “The other four were professional dancers. Kole and Darnell are still out. But B and I called it an early night to get here.”

  “Oh,” I said in a faint voice.

  “So, it’s like that?” he asked, his smooth brown forehead furrowing into a deep frown.

  I placed my hand against the back of my neck, trying to tamp down the shame I felt.

  “It was a bachelorette party, Bryce.”

  “You practically had sex with a dude you didn’t even know,” he accused in a low, deep growl.

  “It was a party, Bryce. Besides, it was you,” I said, trying to ease the tension.

  Scoffing, he said, “Yeah, but you didn’t know that.”

  “If you were at a bachelor party—”

  “I didn’t, and hell nah, I wouldn’t.”

  “Why’d you test me?” I asked, stepping closer to him as the late summer night heat rested on us.

  “I thought it might be fun, but I didn’t expect this shit, PJ!”

  Laughing softly in irony, I said, “They always say be careful about seeking trouble. Usually, when you go looking for it, you’ll find it.”

  “You really gon’ stand here and say that shit to me?” he asked, his eyes narrowing and his nostrils flaring as he took a step closer to me, bringing us toe-to-toe.

  “Look, let’s not stand here and pretend like we’re in some committed relationship, Bryce. You’re the one that wants to keep secrets and not tell anyone we’re involved.”

  “Trying to protect us, PJ!”

  “What if I don’t want to be protected, Bryce! What if I just want you to make me yours?” I cried out in the night.

  “As opposed to whose? Your ex-husband’s?”

  Shaking my head, “It’s not like that.”

  “Is it? Because I can’t tell. He’s creeping around, and now you’re in there on the floor, practically fucking a stranger in a roomful of other people!”

  “I...I didn’t!”

  “The only thing you didn’t do was kiss, Peyton.”

  I turned my head away, recalling the moment I licked his leather pouch.

  “You wanted to, though, didn’t you?” he asked, grabbing the back of my head.

  “No,” I whispered.

  “You’re lying. What would you’ve done if I’d done this?” Bryce asked, crushing his lips over mine and slipping his tongue into my mouth.

  Bryce viciously claimed my lips as if trying to stencil the memory of his tongue and taste into the grooves of my mouth.

  My breathing hitched up a couple of notches, but I didn’t stop his kiss. Neither did I stop his hand as it bunched my dress up around my hips. One finger slid across my slickness.

  “Still wet,” he said against my lips. “From another dude.”

  “It wasn’t another dude, Bryce. You’re tripping; it was you!”

  “But you didn’t know that,” he repeated, as a sneer turned his lips up. “Same damned thing.”

  The loud ripping sound rent the air around us as he snatched my thong off.

  “Ouch!” I cried out from the burn against my skin and the light chaffing against my lips.

  “That hurt?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Right here?” he asked, rubbing his fingers against my slippery lips.

  “Mmm, yes,” I moaned.

  Bryce lowered to his knees and placed one of my thighs over his shoulder.

  A slow, long swipe of his tongue against my pussy had me grinding against his face. My eyes fluttered closed as I held onto his head to maintain my balance.

  Bryce pushed my hand off his head. “You don’t get to do that. Stay still, and your ass had better not move,” he growled.

  I bit down on my lip, bending one leg a little to keep my balance. Looking down, I watched in pleasure as his tongue fluttered in short tensing and relaxing movements before it slid inside of me.

  My eyes fell closed once more as I almost lost my balance, losing myself in the moment.

  “Aww fuck,” I purred as his lips closed over my clit, sucking it.

  The intense licking and sucking caused waves of pleasure to wash over me. Nothing should feel this good. It had to be against the law, I thought, as I pumped forward, pushing my hips out.

  My head started spinning when he hoisted me quickly off the one leg and lifted me until I was almost sitting on his shoulders. In much of the way the dancer did to Aaliyah, Bryce now had me against the wall, legs over his shoulders as he ate me out.

  “Bryce!” I moaned, rolling my hips forward so that he could taste every drop of my pussy juices.

  My hands clenched around his head, and I briefly wondered how I could allow anyone else ever to touch me after he’d had his way with me. How could I ever be intimate with another man when Bryce was so ingrained on my soul, his touch on my body, and his scent in my nostrils?

  Bryce devoured me, lick after lick with every voracious suck. He didn’t stop until his hunger was satiated, or I had nothing more to give. I wasn’t sure which came first because I was delirious with pleasure.

  “Fuck that,” he growled, releasing me and letting my body slide down the wall. “Turn around.”

  I did as instructed and placed my hands against the wall. Sliding my dress back up, Bryce shoved my legs apart with his foot.

  I prepared my body to accept his width and the length of Bryce as he pushed himself inside of me. But I wasn’t ready for the force of which he would enter me or move.

  Sucking in a breath, I held it trying to wiggle around and adjust my body to his. With my face plastered against the wall of the patio, he licked along my jawline, trailing his tongue down my neck.

  “Do you want me?” he asked in a tortured voice.

  “You know that I do,” I whimpered.

  “Then give yourself to me, Peyton. All of you,” he rasped.

  “Someone might catch us,” I said although we’d done more than enough outside. It was only now that I was coming to my senses.

  “No one’s coming,” he growled.

  “Please, Bryce.”

  “Nah,” he groaned, pulling my body away from the wall and bending me at the waist.

  Bryce took me, proving something to both him and me. His movements were careless and forceful as he had his way with me. And I can’t deny it felt good to be rough-handled. I’d never been handled quite like this.
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  “Come on,” he grunted in a rough manner pulling out of me and opening the door on the patio.

  CHAPTER 24 – BRYCE

  “WHAT’S THIS?” SHE ASKED as we stepped into the room off the patio.

  “The old library. They don’t use this one anymore since the new one was built upstairs,” I said, pushing the door closed behind me and pushing her against the wall.

  I nipped at her neck, biting her chin when I reached it. Thoughts of her licking my shit when it was in the leather pouch filled my mind, pissing me off.

  Would she cheat on me? Could I consider it to be cheating when we’d made no titles or rules?

  Taking a step away from her, I walked to the corner and grabbed the mostly empty bottle of wine and glass that I’d hidden earlier in the evening. The old library was one of my favorite rooms in the beach house because it was rarely used anymore.

  It was easy to come here to hide away from everyone and never be discovered for hours. I’d planned all night to bring her down here and spend time alone, but not like this. Not in anger.

  Not in hurt.

  Yet, as I walked back towards her, those emotions mingled together to become one, stoking my desire. I always wanted Peyton. Whenever she was around, my dick was on ten and shit, wanting to slip inside of her.

  But right now? Right now, all I wanted was to punish her.

  I thought about how much I wanted her every time she walked into a room. How many times over the weekend I’d wanted to claim her as mine. To hell with what anyone thought. My fans. My mom. The fellas.

  Years, weeks, or even days apart did nothing about the way that I felt for Peyton except increase the intensity of it. My love for her. Yeah, because that’s what this shit was, no matter how much I denied it.

  Love.

  The anger, the pride, the determination, the confusion, the desire, the impulsivity, the hard-ons, the need to see her smiling and happy. It was the same thing. Love, pure and simple.

  I poured the remnants of the wine into the glass, allowing it to spill over the edge, onto my fingers, dripping down to the floor.

  Staring at it, I looked back up at her. I licked the rim of the glass and sipped it down just low enough to hand it to her.