Dangerous Games

by Selene Chardou

  I didn’t realize I was still wearing a ridiculous smile on my face until Etienne pointed it out when I got back home. He was out by the pool as I joined him though I didn’t change clothes. I had no intention of getting my hair wet but I would take a shower before I saw Finn.

  All that sexual frustration that had been building could finally be resolved. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was highly attracted to my stepfather but if I crossed that line then what would happen to me? How was I any different from Finn? His hatred of trust fund kids had driven him to humiliate me in one of the worst ways so would I return the favor? Would my dislike for my own mother cause me to sleep with her husband?

  I wasn’t a fool and he knew he was attracted to me too. Although I couldn’t tell if he really was attracted to me as a person or because I was youth personified, and something that he would never be able to have with my mother? She was getting old, and she knew it. All the expensive creams in the world from France and Japan together couldn’t halt the process of aging. She’d maintained her dignity at the moment, and hadn’t gone under the knife yet but she’d had plenty of Botox and chemical peels to last her a lifetime.

  My mother had great skin but still, she couldn’t hide her age anymore than I was able to hide mine. It would be almost a year before I could get into L.A.’s hottest clubs legally but due to who we were related to, Monika and I could step foot anywhere we wanted. That still didn’t stop the bartenders from referring to us as “little girls” because they were well aware they were serving drinks to minors.

  “Why are you so happy?” Etienne teased as I sat next to him.

  My smile disappeared. “No reason…”

  “Come on, you are absolutely aglow…what is going on with you?”

  “If I tell you, will you promise not to tell my mother?” I whispered in his direction.

  “As much as I hate keeping secrets away from your mother, my lips are sealed.”

  “Finn flew all the way from Boston to see me, and is now living here in L.A.” I smiled but also watched the expression on my stepfather’s face.

  “And that is good news how, Elvira?”

  I winced because he only called me by my Christian name when I did something that he somehow “disapproved” of, and thought I should know better.

  “Well, it’s not a big deal to you since you sleep with your wife every night but some of us need to get laid, and don’t want to find a different guy every time the feeling strikes us.”

  “Are you seriously telling me you haven’t had sex since you and Finbar broke up?”

  “Only with myself and self-gratification only gets me so far. I’m not a whore you know, and I’ve lived in this cesspool before. Men in L.A. are damned hard to find…why do you think my mother snagged you when she was in Montreal? This place is a complete and utter wasteland, filled with self-important assholes who are too busy looking at their own reflection to notice those around them. It’s not worth the time or effort especially when I’m not even promised an orgasm,” I explained in a casual manner.

  Etienne pursed his lips as his blue-green eyes stared at me like daggers. “So you plan to sleep with this man that broke your heart?”

  “Well, not exactly sleep but something like that.” It was my turn to glare at him. “Do you not approve?”

  “It’s a slippery slope.”

  “Not that slippery. I haven’t committed myself to him, and I don’t plan to until he makes up for what he did to me back in Boston.”

  “And how exactly does he do that? I am genuinely curious.”

  I crossed my arms against my chest in a defensive position. “Are you making fun of me? I mean, what is this crap, Etienne? Do you believe you’re the only one who deserves to be happy or have you been feeling like the cat with the cream these last couple of months? I come home all teary eyed, and tell you of my relationship woes and then you get to string me along while you’re sleeping in the same bed as my mother. How is that cool? And don’t you dare pull that ‘concerned step-dad’ crap out of your ass.”

  “Evie, I am only concerned about your well being. You are very young and impressionable—what Finn did to you in Boston was wrong, and you shouldn’t ever allow a man to get away with that. My only concern is you.”

  “You could have fooled me. Since we are being so ‘open’ and ‘honest’ with one another, let’s acknowledge the great pink elephant in the room. You want to fuck me but you’re scared I might go back and tell Mommy. Or worse, she finds out and throws you out on your ass. I get it but don’t try to pretend you give a shit about my well being because we both know you don’t.”

  Etienne laughed out loud. “Seriously, is that really what you believe? I could have had you when your mother wasn’t here, Evie. Or better yet, I could still fuck you, and you know what would happen? She would throw you out on your ass, not me.”

  He laughed in my face cruelly and without an ounce of mirth. “Have you seriously deluded yourself to the point where you don’t understand your mother doesn’t really care that much about you? Getting you back to L.A. was about control, and by the way, she gave me permission to fuck you if I wanted to. The only thing that has held me back is you are a genuinely good person, and I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt. You are not easily in control of your feelings and you might fall in love with me. That would be bad news because I will never leave your mother.”

  My smirk disappeared and I had no doubt he was telling the truth. My mother would throw me out on my ass, and the worst part was she’d be more than willing to take her husband over me, her own daughter.

  I managed to arrive at Finn’s shortly before seven in the evening. The sun had started its descent on the west side but was still high enough I didn’t need to use my headlights. I knew now what had always driven me to him, and it had more to do with love I had and never would receive from my parents.

  Finn could be a world class jerk and asshole—hell, what man wasn’t?—but he loved me unconditionally, and would never let anyone hurt me. I suppose that made his betrayal that much more severe because he was the only person I knew I could depend on regardless what happened in my life.

  Yes, he’d crossed the line but I just had a man—someone I’d barely known for two months—tell me to my face that if it was between him and me, my mother would choose him. I never had to wonder where Finn’s loyalty lay, and that in itself was a relief.

  I knocked on the door softly and he opened it moments later. God, he looked better than I could remember. His light brown hair was mussed but the bright Los Angeles sun had caused blond streaks throughout. He was lightly tanned and his crystal blue eyes sparkled with an intensity I hadn’t seen in a long time. He’d recently showered and shaved; he smelled delicious and from the aromas wafting out of the open door of his apartment, he also happened to be cooking too.

  “I didn’t know if you had eaten yet so I just made something simple. Baked salmon with a lemon-honey cream sauce, steamed asparagus and wild brown rice. I bought you your favorite—Ben & Jerry’s Cake Batter—for dessert…looks like you could put on a few pounds if you ask me. You’re as slim as a greyhound.”

  “When in Rome…” I trailed off before I smiled shyly. “Everything is super healthy around my mother’s home, and she has her head maid do all the shopping. Did I mention she shops for me too? ‘Calories, calories…what you put in your mouth today ends up on your ass tomorrow.’ It’s all a bit too much for me but it’s only two years, and they are going to fly by.”

  “For you, maybe, but when you weren’t there with me, I felt every minute of every day. I can’t believe I did that to you and to us. I know it doesn’t make you feel any better but just know that…whether you slept with Etienne or not, I don’t care. I just want you back, and I am going to do my best to make you trust me again. I swear it.”

  I pushed him inside and shut the door behind me. “Can you please just shut up and kiss me?”

  Finn grabbed me by the waist and before I coul
d think clearly, his mouth is on mine and I was inhaling the very essence of him. It was a soul-consuming kiss that has our tongues swirling around one another in a single, perfect harmony. I didn’t want to rush our moment of togetherness, and wished to savor every gentle wave of magical heat we’d managed to create together.

  However, once his hands wandered down and cupped my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist and continued to kiss him with a feeling I could only imagine before he’d come back into my life.

  He was the one who broke away from me first. “Are you hungry? I made food too just in case.”

  I slipped my arms around his neck and replied, “Later. Right now, all I want you to do to me is ravage my body and then we can discuss food.”

  “It’s been that long? I would have sworn you wouldn’t have waited all this time…” he trailed off.

  “Yes, I waited for you because I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else, and I love you. I know we’ve had our differences in the past but I also realize I was being extremely stubborn about the situation. My feelings have a lot to do with something Etienne said to me today, and it definitely snapped me out of it. You’re one of the few people I can count on in this world, and I don’t want anything to ever happen to that.”

  I paused and pressed my hands against his firm chest. “I know we have some trust issues to overcome but I am more than willing to work on them with you. I need you in my life, Finbar, and I know how silly I behaved but remember, I am young, and I’m going to make some very stupid mistakes.”

  His crystal blue eyes stared down at me. “What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything wrong. I needed you to do what you did to me because I will never take advantage of you again. I promise this right now but I am more than willing to wait as long as you need to trust me again.”

  Finn and I kissed again but it was playful as we began to shed clothing on the way to his bedroom. His bed was, not surprisingly, immaculate and made up. Lots of dark hues of blue and red decorated his room. We both collapsed on the bed before he spread my legs and worked his way down.

  It never surprised me how he could drive me crazy and that’s exactly what he did as he kissed my navel and slowly worked his way down to my soaking mound. His thumbs spread me like a flower and his hot, wet tongue flicked over my clit with slow, deliberate intensity. My hips bucked on their own as the pleasure overwhelmed me with a delicious, and immediate need to orgasm but he pulled away at the last minute.

  Two of his fingers slid inside me and began to massage my G-spot. I sighed out loud and ground my teeth together but the feeling of pure pleasure was too much for me. I counted down from ten and by the time I reached one, my orgasm flowed over me in great waves, flooding his fingers with my juices as he lapped at my clit again and again to add to the intensity.

  My head turned to one side and then the other in a spasm of overwhelming desire to have him inside me. I needed to be connected to him and I wanted it to happen at that very moment.

  “Finn, please fuck me,” I whispered.

  “We’ll get to that eventually unless you have become a very selfish lover or…going down on me holds too many bad memories.”

  What was he talking about? I loved having his cock inside my mouth and that is what made his betrayal that much deeper and profound. What we did in our sex life was supposed to be intimate and private, and he’d broken that bond that night when he made me humiliate myself around those rich kids—and my peers—unfortunately.

  I sat up, slid his boxer-briefs down and came face to face with his hard-on that was painful in its intensity. My right hand grabbed it and began to massage up and down the length while I inhaled his deep masculine scent which smelled of a freshly washed body and just a hint of cologne, definitely expensive but I couldn’t place the scent at the moment.

  “Did you share your dick with anyone? Did some random Southie chick get to enjoy this?” I wondered out loud before I flicked my tongue over the tip and tasted the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum.

  “I wish I could tell you I was a walking stud while you were gone but no…I just couldn’t. Not once because I’d thoroughly convinced myself we would get back together. It wouldn’t have been fair for me to do that to you but then have issues if…something had happened between you and Etienne.”

  I searched his eyes out in the darkness. “Nothing happened between us…though I did find out my mother has allowed him to have his way with me.”

  Finn unlocked my fingers from around his manhood and sat up next to me. “What are you talking about, Evie? Please tell me your mother has not whored you out to her husband?”

  “Well, she did, Finn. If anything happened, she’s assured him I would be the one to go, not him. She’s officially chosen her husband over me and there is nothing I can do but sit it out and wait for my inheritance.”

  “Is it still worth it to you? I mean the waiting and knowing what she has done? I would hate her if I were you.”

  “I guess a part of me does hate her. If you hadn’t come when you did, I can’t promise I wouldn’t have slept with Etienne as a revenge fuck. I mean, I know I don’t care about him…not like I care about you but I care enough about him the sex wouldn’t have been completely empty.”

  I smiled. “He’s a great cook and conversationalist but he never replaced you and I missed you so much. I had to let you make the first move though…I couldn’t have done anything in regards to our relationship because my pride wouldn’t let me. Every time I thought about calling you, that night would flash in my mind, and I would bury my phone at the bottom of my handbag.”

  “Does Athena know I’m back?”

  “She shouldn’t if Etienne keeps his mouth shut. I was very excited and accidentally blurted out you had come to L.A. He said he wouldn’t tell her but I trust him about as far as I can throw him.”

  “Well, it wouldn’t pay to rock the boat so I encourage you to stay close with him. You know that old saying about keeping your friends close but your enemies closer.”

  I kissed his lips again and his tongue darted inside my mouth with a gentle caress. I threw him on the bed and kissed my way down his beautiful body. When his manhood, still hard as a rock, came into view, I licked the underside of his cock and he breathed in deeply.

  I always knew what area to touch and kiss. My tongue played with the mushroom head of his manhood before I wrapped my lips around the firm flesh and sucked hard. My mouth began to work up and down his length with precision and aching gentleness because I didn’t want him to be anywhere near coming.

  When I began to deep throat him and take his whole length inside my mouth, he lost control started with the feeling of his hips as they jerked toward my head and the thick, viscous fluid of his semen flowed down the back of my throat.

  “No worries…that was a shallow orgasm. I’m still hard and I want to come inside you, Evie. Please let me come inside you,” he begged.

  I laid on my back and spread my legs as he climbed onto my body though he distributed his body weight so I didn’t feel it on top of me in an intrusive manner. I grabbed his cock and guided him inside me before he thrust his whole length into me to the hilt. We stayed like that for a moment, and I could see his eyes in the dimness of the room.

  We found each other’s lips and kissed again as he found a pleasing rhythm to which he assaulted my body with sheer brutality yet also a gentle pleasure that I couldn’t quite come to terms with in my mind.

  How could we have found a place where we could be soft and hard, gentle and brutal, and yet it all felt the same? It was a gentle mix of heaven and earth and I relished the sheer pleasure of our lovemaking.

  Sometime during our marathon session, we rolled over and I rode him with intensity and passion that made me, and him come almost instantly. The feeling of him spilling his seed inside me as I clutched my vaginal muscles around his manhood was magical. I began to join him as he furiously rubbed the padding of his right thumb over my clit.

  It was beau
tiful and completely mind-numbing at the same time. We continued to milk never ending orgasms from one another, and I thought the pleasure would never end. It didn’t, not really, but it became less intense and my sex throbbed as he pulled out of me and we lay next to one another.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Finn inquired after a long silence.

  “No, of course not. Besides, it’s a nice ache to have.” I smiled and buried head in the crux of his neck before I licked the strip of sweaty skin.

  His taste was salty-sweet and I realized there was nothing about this man I didn’t love. So why weren’t we a real couple again? That would be my fault and the issues I had to work out but I did know the thought of him with another woman made me think crazy thoughts. He was mine even if I hadn’t claimed him again, and I’d be damned if another woman touched him intimately.

  “I know I am going to sound like a real bitch but I don’t care…can you promise you won’t sleep with anyone else? I know we aren’t officially back together but I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.”

  “You think it’s any easier for me when it comes to you and that French prick?” He rolled over onto his stomach and lay out on his arms while they acted like a pillow. “Go ahead and fuck him because if you don’t, you’ll always have that ‘what if’ playing in your mind, and I don’t want that.”

  My eyes stared into his. “You’re kidding, right? Finn, he’s my mother’s husband—”

  “—and the same man she gave permission to have his ‘way’ with my girlfriend and her own fookin’ daughter. What’s wrong with her?” he wondered in a voice where his Irish accent was back with a vengeance. “At this point, I don’t even think of it as you giving him anything…I just would like to wipe that smug look off of your mother’s face when her husband finds himself enthralled with my girlfriend, and he can’t have you, not ever. Sick, I know…but I am the same man who made you suck me off at that rich prick’s house so if I didn’t say something similar to what I am saying now, I would be a huge hypocrite.”