by Stella Stone
I freeze at his words. He doesn’t, though, he quickly rolls out of bed and I watch him walk to the bathroom. He’s gloriously naked, his body too perfect for words. I can’t believe that this man slept with me, three times, this Adonis of a man.
“Pretty girl, c’mon,” he chuckles, jerking his chin toward the bathroom.
I scramble out of bed, praying that I don’t look as terrible as I think I do. Sterling doesn’t let me hang around the mirror and find out though, he guides me into the shower and starts the water immediately.
We stand to the side while it heats up. He turns to me, dipping his chin to brush his lips across mine. It’s so damn sweet that I could melt into a puddle right here and now.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I whisper. My cheeks flaring with heat.
Sterling doesn’t respond, immediately, he wraps his hand around mine and tugs me into the warm spray of the shower. “We’ll meet the guys at eleven. It’s only eight. I’m taking you shopping this morning, Tilly.”
I shake my head, my eyes watering at his words. “No,” I rasp. His brows furrow, and he wipes my wet hair from my face. “You spent all that money on me, to save me. I can’t let you spend another dime more.”
Sterling smirks. It’s cocky as fuck. “Pretty girl,” he whispers lowering his head. His lips skim just behind my ear before he whispers. “Not hiding you away in my house. You’re at my side now, and you need clothes.”
“Sterling,” I whimper.
He leans down, picking me up by my thighs and presses my back against the wall. I let out a long moan when he fills me with his cock. My eyes lock with his as he slowly fucks me, like he did the first time, last night.
“I own you, Tilly. But after last night, you own me, too,” he rasps. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire goddamn life, pretty girl. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs.
Opening my mouth, I attempt to respond, but his lips touch mine, his tongue fills me, and he fucks me against the warm shower wall.
All words completely disappear.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold on. My pussy aches, but my need to come is even worse. I arch my chest closer to his, groaning when my nipples skim his skin. One of his hands leaves my thigh and I feel his thumb press against my clit.
“Say my name,” he rasps. “When you come all over me, say my goddamn name, Tilly.”
I let out a sob, my body ratcheting even higher and then I shout out his name as I come. “Sterling, oh God,” I cry.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunts.
His hips start moving faster, his thrusts, harder as he pumps into my body. I feel his cock grow, and he stills. Instead of crying out my name, it comes as more of a whisper and it’s the sexiest thing I have heard in my entire life.
His lips touch mine, his tongue swirls around the inside of my mouth, and then he releases me. I stand on shaky legs, attempting to keep from falling. Sterling doesn’t let me go, he keeps his arms around me and he helps me shower. I’ve never felt so cared for in my entire life.
STERLING
Tilly disappears behind the dressing room door, and I have to adjust my dick at the thought of her stripping out of the clothes she’s wearing. I promised her shopping, so I’m delivering. Even if every single fucking fiber of my being wants to take her back home and fuck her within an inch of her life.
I unlock my phone and start to poke around. I don’t have any new notifications on social media, and I’m surprised. Usually someone, somewhere is tagging me in something. Then I find Connery’s number. Without a second thought I press send and call him.
“Hello,” he grumbles. He sounds fucked up, and tired, all at the same time.
I chuckle into the phone before I speak. “You get your girl last night?” I ask.
“Who the fuck?” he rasps.
It dawns on me that he probably didn’t put his glasses on to see who was calling him. The fucker is blind as a bat. “It’s Montgomery,” I murmur.
“Oh,” he chuckles, and I can hear rustling around. “Yeah, I did.”
I smirk at his admission. “We’re meeting at the club for brunch at eleven. Be there. Whitaker wants to know what the fuck is going on. He seemed intrigued.”
Connery clears his throat. “Uh, eleven?”
“I’m shopping with, Tilly right now. We’ll pick your girl up something to wear, see you in about an hour,” I announce before ending the call.
Just as I end the call Tilly walks out. She’s wearing a short, loose fitting cotton dress, but she looks more fuckable than she did in the bra and panties from last night. Maybe it’s because she’s mine, maybe it’s because I know exactly what a good fuck she is. I don’t know, but my cock aches to fill her up.
“Buy it. Pick something out for another girl too. We have a pit stop to make on the way to the club.”
Tilly’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t skip a beat. “What’s her size?”
I shrug, standing from my seat and closing the distance between us. Leaning down I press my lips against her ear so the nosy as fuck sales girl across the room doesn’t hear me. “One of the girl’s last night, I don’t know who,” I whisper. Tilly wiggles in a little shiver and I can’t stop my cocky smirk from appearing.
“Okay,” she breathes.
A few minutes later we’re walking out of the shop, Tilly in her new dress and a pair of high heels, holding a bag for Connery’s mystery purchase from last night. I’m carrying enough bags of shit to last her for at least a week, maybe two if I keep her naked for a few days.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TILLY
Sterling pulls up in the driveway of another McMansion and I sigh. He reaches for my thigh giving it a squeeze. “You know, Connery Abbott, right?” he asks, his voice gentle.
Turning my head to face him, I give him a smile. “I know of him,” I admit.
“What’s the sigh for, pretty girl?” he asks.
My entire body breaks out into goosebumps at his endearment when he says it with that little husk he adds at the end. Sweet Jesus, my pussy actually clenches. It sends shivers over my body and aches to my breasts and center.
I have never felt this way before. I didn’t think that it was possible after only just meeting someone, but I now believe in all that insta-lust at first sight business, but not insta-love, I still don’t quite buy that.
“I just didn’t think that I would be back here, that’s all,” I murmur trying to explain my sigh, so that I don’t crawl on top of him and try to hump him in Connery’s driveway.
Sterling’s brows knit together, and I swear his face starts to turn a little red before he speaks. “Back here?” he growls.
My eyes widen at his question, and I shake my head. “Not here, here, but society. The club, the big houses, here,” I say waving my hand around.
I watch as the red literally leaves Sterling’s face, and it goes back to his normal color. “Welcome back,” he winks.
Without another word, he opens the car door and unfolds from the seat. I watch him walk around his car’s hood to my side. He tugs the door open as I gather the bag with a new dress, and shoes inside. Then, I carefully slip out of the car as well. Together we walk up toward the front door. Sterling lifts his hand to knock when it’s pulled open before he gets the chance.
Standing in front of me is a man with sandy blond hair that’s a bit messy and shaggy. He’s wearing thick black rimmed glasses, and he’s shirtless. I don’t mind him being shirtless because he’s freaking ripped, almost as muscular as Sterling and not a bad view from where I stand.
“Put a fucking shirt on,” Sterling grumbles as he pushes past him.
Connery smirks and steps to the side allowing me entrance. “Where is she? I come bearing gifts,” I announce. His eyes glance down at the bag that I jiggle in my hand and his smirk changes, it grows into a bright white-toothed grin.
“Bex is upstairs,” he murmurs.
“Bex?” I shout.
Sterling chuckles behind me
, pressing his hand to the small of my back. “Christ, Tilly, calm down.”
I whip my head around to look up at him. “I can’t calm down. There’s no calm. We became friends last night, and she’s here. I’m so happy,” I squeal.
“Third door on the left, run now,” Connery chuckles.
Bouncing from foot-to-foot I give Sterling a pleading look, silently begging to go upstairs. He shakes his head once, lowering it slightly and brushes his lips across mine.
“Go see your girl. Be down in thirty, we have to leave,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I breathe. Then, I’m off. I hurry as quickly as I can, without running, because I’m in heels. I make my way toward Connery’s bedroom.
I push open the door and standing with her back to me, in a black silk robe, is Bexley. She turns around, her eyes widen, and I watch as smile appears on her lips. She doesn’t look abused or sad, so I can only hope that Connery is as good to her as Sterling is to me. Quietly, I close the door behind me, then I hurry toward my newfound friend.
STERLING
I accept the bottle of water that Connery hands me, twisting the top off and taking a healthy chug. He watches me for a moment before he speaks.
“Between you and Aldrich, I would have pegged Rich for picking someone last night,” he states.
I grunt, sitting down in a chair. He sits across from me on a sofa, spreading his arms along the back. “I’ve known who Tilly Harrington was since she was born. I always thought her parents were trash, but I never thought she was. Now, I know they’re trash and she’s not,” I shrug.
“You happy?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
Taking a moment, I think about his question. I don’t need to, not really, I know that I’m happy. “Tilly is mine,” I shrug.
“I feel the same about Bexley,” he murmurs. “Her brother’s trash, but she’s not, and she’s mine.”
Shaking my head, my eyes drift over to the staircase. “Fuck, I didn’t even realize this shit existed in the city, let alone imagined that I would go and do what I did last night.”
Connery lifts his chin. “I got into the wrong circle, got invited to one and I shit you not, it became an addiction. My curiosity took over, I had to see what was being offered each time. I never intended to go through with it, not ever. I told Aldrich about it a few weeks ago, and he was all for it, completely gung-ho to pick out a chick. Then he walks away with nothing, and here we are,” he laughs.
“No shit. I told him he was crazy for going,” I smirk.
Connery’s eyes soften, and his face goes serious before he speaks. “I wouldn’t trade it or go back and change any of it though. Fuck, Bex, she’s more than I ever imagined.”
I open my mouth to agree, that Tilly is the same for me, but my words escape me. Tilly starts to descend the staircase, and I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s just that fucking pretty, my woman. I guess Bexley is behind her, but I can only see Tilly. A few minutes later, Connery has donned a shirt, and the four of us head out toward the club.
CHAPTER EIGHT
TILLY
The club is just a building, and that building itself doesn’t scare me, it’s the people inside who terrify me.
Sterling reaches over and squeezes my thigh again. I suck in a deep breath, but I don’t voice my worries this time. I have both Sterling and Bex at my side, I’ll be okay.
Sterling walks around to my side of the car and helps me out. We make our way toward the entrance and wait for Connery and Bex to join us. They aren’t far behind us and I watch as he parks his car, and a few minutes later they’re making their way toward us.
Bex looks gorgeous in the simple dark green wrap dress I brought her, and luckily the shoes I bought are only half a size too big for her feet.
“Ready?” I whisper when she arrives at my side.
Her light brown eyes widen to the size of saucers. “I’m not. I’ve never eaten at a place this nice before. I don’t even know what fork to use,” she hisses.
I cover my mouth to hide my smile, before I speak, but Sterling beats me to it. “It doesn’t matter what fork you use, honey. You’re rich now. You set the trends,” he winks.
Bexley’s eyebrows raise almost to the sky, but Sterling turns and tugs me alongside him. We walk toward the club’s restaurant. Sterling is looking straight ahead as though nothing in the world is above him. I curl against his side, feeling self-conscious as all hell.
When the hostess asks us if we have a reservation he tells her that Aldrich and Whitaker are waiting. She looks over at Connery, but not once does she even spare a flick of a glance at me or Bex—the bitch.
“Stand up tall, Tilly,” Sterling mutters just loud enough for me to hear.
My back straightens at his words and I look around as we walk. A few people are looking at us, and I recognize them, but I try not to let their gaped mouth stares bother me. I’m never so grateful as when we arrive at the table.
Aldrich and Whitaker’s eyes bounce from me to Bex a few times before they stand as we take our seats. Thankfully, Connery has the good sense to seat Bexley next to me and I let out a sigh of relief. “This is completely insane,” she whispers.
I turn to her as the men start to talk, “It is, isn’t it?” I practically giggle.
“You’re happy,” she points out.
“You’re happy,” I reply.
Her small smile transforms into a bright as the sun smile. “So far, I really am. I want to know everything there is to know about him,” she states.
“I can’t help you there, I don’t know much about any of them. Just their names really. I’m at least ten years younger than all of them,” I admit with a shrug.
“I really want to feel like this is a dirty thing that happened,” she says.
I giggle, interrupting her. “But you can’t. I get it, I so get it,” I sigh.
We spend the rest of the afternoon drinking mimosas, talking amongst one another, and just plain enjoying ourselves. I never thought that I could find a slice of happiness when my parents did what they did. However, I know now that I have. Between Sterling and Bex, I don’t really see how things could get much better. Life is finally looking up for me and I can’t hardly wait for what happens next.
STERLING
Tilly giggles next to me and I smirk at the windshield. She’s tipsy. I make a split decision and take the next exit. It isn’t the one that will take us home, instead it will take us to a secluded nature preserve. Nobody ever comes out here, a long forgotten place, unless you’re looking to get lost.
I for one, am not a complete lover of nature, however, this place is somewhere I’ve always been drawn to. This is a special place for me, because my grandfather was a nature lover, and brought me out here as a kid. We didn’t come often, but this was one of his favorite places.
“Where are we?” Tilly asks, her eyes looking all around.
I shrug, pulling into a dirt and rock parking area. Switching the engine off, I tilt my head to the side to look at Tilly. Her green eyes widen, looking innocent and sexy as fuck all at the same time.
I don’t speak, my eyes refusing to leave hers. She unbuckles her seat belt and silently, I watch as she takes her shoes off before she crawls toward me, straddling my lap.
Sliding my palms up the outsides of her thighs, I glide them under her dress, to grab ahold of her firm ass. “Sterling,” she exhales, gripping onto my shoulders.
“I had to sit next to you at brunch, in the club, knowing what you feel like, but not being able to be inside of you.”
She snorts leaning forward, pressing her lips to mine. “Poor baby,” she murmurs.
My grip on her ass tightens, causing her to moan against my mouth. “You’ll think poor baby when you’re riding this dick,” I grunt. Lifting one of my hands I smack her ass, smirking when she squeaks out in surprise.
“It's daytime, Sterling, and we’re in a parking lot,” she says, her voice trembling.
I chuckle. “Nobody com
es out here, and even if they did, I don’t give a fuck. Take my cock out and ride me, Tilly,” I demand.
Her hands leave my shoulders and I watch with satisfaction as her shaky fingers find my belt. She works my pants open, then gently tugs my zipper down. I grunt when she reaches inside of my boxers and carefully takes my cock out, shoving my pants and underwear down as much as she can.
Digging my fingers into the delicate lace that covers her ass, I rip her new panties to shreds. “Sterling,” she whispers.
“I’ll buy you more,” I promise.
My hands wrap around her waist and I lift her up slightly, she takes the initiative and gently grabs ahold of my cock with her hand, aligning it with her center before she slowly sinks down.
Reaching forward, I tug her dress and her bra down, exposing her soft tits for me. “Never fuck me and keep these covered,” I growl, leaning forward to capture one of her peaked nipples in my mouth. “Pussy feels good, pretty girl,” I murmur against her tits.
CHAPTER NINE
TILLY
Sterling lets my breast go with a pop, but I’m afraid to move. He’s completely filled me up, and I don’t have much room in the front seat of his car, plus we’re out in the open. When my eyes look directly into his blue gaze, my heart swells. This man does own me, all of me, every damn piece of me.
“Fuck me nice and easy, pretty girl,” he rasps.
I shiver. That name, it makes me want to come every time he says it. I roll my hips, gasping when his hands grab ahold of my waist and hold on tightly. He moves them up a bit more, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. I wrap my hands around his wrists for support.
I whimper, pressing my lips together as I move my hips a little faster. “You feel so good, I want you inside of me, always,” I admit, my face heating at my own words.