I think it’s already intense, but I get what he’s saying without him having to spell it out. We’re just enjoying each other, and this—what we’re doing right now—is as far as it’s going to go. Which I already knew.
A knock on the door prevents me from responding.
Randy opens his mouth to speak, so I do the most reasonable thing I can think of: I grab his hair and bring his face to mine. He still tries to talk, but it’s a lot more challenging with my tongue in his mouth.
He doesn’t fight me on the kissing. Instead he starts back up with the humping. I’m not nearly as full as I was before—I’m assuming that’s because he’s getting soft—but it still feels good. I forget there’s a reason for the spontaneous making out until another more-vigorous knock startles me.
“Lily? Are you in there?”
Randy pulls away and grins. I put a hand over his mouth to keep him from talking.
After a few seconds of silence Sunny says, “They’re about to serve dinner.”
Then she’s talking to someone in the hall. “I have no idea. I saw her the last time you saw her. I’m calling her phone.”
“At least she waited until it was over,” Randy whispers from behind my hand.
“Shh!”
He sticks his tongue between my fingers. I snatch my hand away and press my face into his shoulder, biting him to keep from laughing.
All of a sudden my phone starts ringing. I push on Randy’s chest, and he rolls off me. I scramble across the room to get it, even though it’s too late.
“I know you’re in there, Lily! I can hear your phone!” Sunny rattles the knob.
I cut the call, which is pointless. I look over at Randy, and I’m sure my eyes are wide. I don’t know what I’m so worried about. It’s not like Sunny doesn’t know I was planning to do the dirty with Randy. She provided her opinion, which is that I should treat it as a fling, because logically that’s what it is—and Randy’s confirmed this. I’m good with that. It’s not my usual thing, but I’m living a little.
“Give us a minute!” Randy calls out in his still-raspy sex voice.
“Balls?” Miller asks.
“Yeah.”
“Seriously? You two couldn’t wait until later to bone each other?”
“We were just talking,” Randy calls back.
“Bullshit!” Miller rattles the door this time.
“Miller! You’re gonna break the handle off!”
“I’m fucking around, sweets.”
Randy pulls his boxers up and tucks himself away. I don’t get so much as a glimpse of his unit before it disappears. He picks up my dress from the floor, his gaze roaming over my totally naked body. He passes it to me and tweaks one of my nipples while my hands are occupied. I suck in a breath, and he smirks. Then he reaches for the doorknob.
“What’re you doing? I’m naked!” I whisper-shout, gripping his arm. The one covered in tattoos. The one with the fingers that were inside me not all that long ago.
“I’m not letting them in. I’m just gonna talk to Miller not through a door.”
We’re both sweaty. My hair feels damp. It smells like sex and latex in here. Randy’s hair is a mess. I’m sure my vagina is all over his beard. He’s got scratch and bite marks on his shoulders. Apparently I’m aggressive during sex.
“Well, wait until I have some clothes on, please!” The dress is inside out, and the lamplight doesn’t make it any easier to figure out which way around it’s supposed to be. Randy turns on the overhead light to help.
“The price tag is still on that,” he points out.
“I know. I’m returning it when I get home.”
“What? Why? You’re smokin’ hot in that dress.”
“It’s not like I’ll have anywhere to wear it again.”
He reaches over and yanks the tag free. “You can wear it tomorrow night, when I take you out for dinner.”
He crumples the tag in his fist and flips the lock, opening the door.
I shove my hands through the straps and pull the top up so my boobs aren’t on display. Sunny may have seen them before, but I don’t need Miller checking me out.
“Dude!” Miller says. “You couldn’t even put on clothes? Sunny, don’t look.”
“It’s not like I haven’t seen him in swim shorts before. Oh, wow. You might wanna do—something with…” She makes a sound and then stops talking.
“Where’s Lily?” Miller doesn’t sound happy.
“I’m right here.” I step out from behind Randy—he’s broad and tall enough to hide behind. “Can you zip me up?”
“Sure thing.” He tugs the zipper, skimming my spine along the way. I shiver at the gentle press of his lips between my shoulders.
Miller makes an unimpressed noise.
“Oh, no.” Sunny claps a hand over her mouth.
“What?”
“Your hair!”
“What about it?” I touch the front. It’s flipping out instead of under right now, but that’s not a big deal. I can always attribute it to the humidity.
“No, the back! Sunny shoves her way past Miller and Randy and takes my hand, leading me to the bathroom. She turns on the light, slams the door shut, and locks it. Taking me by the shoulders, she turns me to face the mirror.
“Oh, shit!” The back of my hair is like a peacock. It gives new meaning to bedhead. There was a lot of vigorous thrusting. The state of my hair reflects that. My skin is flushed, and the rest of my hair has started to curl out at the ends, but otherwise, I don’t look too bad—I don’t think, anyway.
“Everything okay in there, ladies?” Miller asks.
Sunny opens the door and jabs a finger in Randy’s direction. “I’m fixing Lily’s sex hair, no thanks to you!”
He’s already got his pants back on and is shrugging into his shirt. It’s a whole lot wrinkly now. Sunny closes the door and locks it again, then starts finger-combing out the knots.
“Ow!”
“Stop whining and help me! Dinner’s already started, and people are wondering where the two of you are.”
“I bet no one even noticed.”
“Alex did.” She turns on the tap and lowers her voice. “You’ve been gone more than an hour!”
“We have not.”
“Oh, yes. You have. It’s almost eight.”
“No way.”
“Yes way.” Her fingers get caught in my tangled hair, and she struggles to pull them free. “So?”
“So what?”
She lowers her voice even more. “Don’t so what me. How was it?”
“Remember how I told you about that spontaneous orgasm I had before?”
“Did that happen again?” She says it way louder than she should.
“Shh!”
She mouths sorry. “Did it?”
“No, but it was the same kind of orgasm. So intense. I don’t even know how to describe it. God, Sunny, the sex was incredible.”
“Better than with Benji?”
“There isn’t even a comparison.”
“See? I knew a fling was exactly what you needed. Sometimes there’s no replacement for hot sex.”
“Yeah. Totally.” No strings. No attachments. Just a whole lot of awesome orgasms.
Chapter 11
All The Thwarts
RANDY
Miller’s pissed at me. I don’t see why. It’s not like anyone but Lily’s going to sleep on those sexed-up sheets. And no one cares if we go missing. We’re not essential to the party.
“Think you can wait until the end of the night before you lock Lily in another bedroom to get your dick wet?” he grumbles as we head down the stairs.
I fasten my cuff and smooth a hand down my shirt. It’s wrinkled from being on the floor, but I’m not the focus tonight, so it’s doubtful people will notice. “What’s your problem, man? Lily says you two have been disappearing all day. If you’d invited me to come early, maybe I could have kept her company.”
He grits his teeth. “Serious
ly, Balls, I’m not in the mood for this right now. Violet’s hammered, and we’re trying to get her sobered up so she doesn’t say something stupider than she usually does. I don’t have time to police you and your dick. Lily’s like part of Sunny’s family. Alex is almost as protective of her as he is of Sunny. You see how you’re not helping things?”
“Does he have a thing for her?” A hot feeling shoots down the back of my spine.
“For Lily? No.”
“Did he ever?”
“How should I know? That’s not relevant anyway, considering he’s marrying my sister. My issue right now is that it makes Lily look bad if you’re hauling her off to bang her all over the house. Alex won’t like it. I’ve worked way too hard to smooth things over with him for you to go fucking it up by screwing Lily around.”
“I’ve already told you, I’m not screwing her around.”
Miller rubs his forehead. “I know you’re not trying to, just use a little judgment. You’re in Waters’ house. He’s already stressed. He doesn’t need a reason to snap.”
Lily and Sunny come out of the bathroom, ending our conversation. Lily looks just as gorgeous as she did before I got her naked and made a nest of her hair. It’s still a little tangled, but I can’t imagine anyone noticing, other than present company.
Honestly, all I want to do is bail on this party, take Lily back to my place, and fuck her until she has to leave for Canada. She is everything I like in a woman, plus she skates. And she’s on the rebound. So I’m nothing but a gateway to the next guy. It’s the absolute perfect setup. Miller’s getting his balls in a knot over nothing.
Lily’s eyes settle on mine. There are questions in them. She probably wants to know what I’ve been saying to Miller while she and Sunny have been in the bathroom. She holds Sunny’s arm while she slips her feet into her heels.
Miller gives me a look, which I ignore. I thread my arm through Lily’s. “Ready for dinner?”
“Where’s my underwear?” she whispers.
I have no idea. Once they came off I had no interest in putting them back on. “You don’t need them.”
“But I—”
“We need to get down there. Charlene keeps texting. I think Violet’s having a hard time,” Sunny says while checking her phone.
“We’ll find them later.” I squeeze the back of her neck and Lily leans into me, holding my arm as she hums. I don’t know what that’s about, but I like the way I affect her. I bet I could get hard again right now without much work.
Dinner is going to be so much fun.
I let Lily go ahead with Sunny and follow Miller out of the room. He’s still in a mood. I assume he’s worried about Vi. Those two are tight for being stepbrother and sister. They’re exactly how siblings should be, except they do a lot of sharing. And not the kind you want from someone you’re related to.
A huge covered tent with tables and twinkle lights has been set up in the backyard. Everyone’s already seated, so it’s a bit of a production for us to get to the table assigned to us.
We get a few looks as we make our way through the maze of guests. Lance is at our table when we get there. Tash looks less than impressed right now. She’s pushing salad around on her plate and talking to a girl I don’t know. The chair beside her is empty, although it looks like someone’s been there based on the napkin placement.
I take the seat beside Lance and hold out the other one for Lily. She smoothes her hands down the backs of her thighs as she sits, reminding me that flimsy fabric is the only thing covering that sweet, hot pussy. I tuck her in close to the table and take a seat.
“What’ve you been up to?” Lance gives me a knowing grin.
“Just gettin’ a tour of the house. We miss anything?” I stretch my arm across the back of Lily’s chair.
She crosses her legs and pulls her chair in a little tighter, but she doesn’t look my way. She’s focused on Sunny and her phone.
“Nothing yet, but I have a feeling something’s brewing. Waters’ girl is hammered.” His eyebrows lift, like he’s excited for the show.
I check out the head table, not far from us. It’s no different than ours. Violet and Alex, along with Darren and his girl, sit with the parents. It’s a weird collection of people. Violet’s mom looks exactly like she does, just older. They have the same body, same face, same mannerisms. Sidney, Miller’s dad, looks a lot like Miller, but with darker hair, and less of it. Violet tries to pour herself a glass of wine, but her friend switches the bottle for a different one. Waters leans in and says something, and Violet gives him a pouty face.
When Waters tips her chin up, I look away. Miller’s expressed concern on multiple occasions that this whole engagement party might be a little much for Violet. He says she gets nervous in front of people. There must be a story there, but he hasn’t offered to tell it.
Miller pours Sunny a glass of wine. I trail a finger up the side of Lily’s neck. She inhales a tremulous breath, and goosebumps rise along her skin.
“Cold?” It’s warm for late September, and heat lamps are set up all over the place, but Lily doesn’t have much in the way of body fat.
She gives me a strained smile. “I’m fine.”
“You want something to drink?”
“It’s okay. I can get it.” She reaches for the bottle of wine in the center of the table. As she stands, the back of her dress rides up. I stand and move behind her so no one gets a view they shouldn’t.
“It’s okay, baby, let me do that for you.” I put my palms on her shoulders, thumbs smoothing down the ridges of her spine, fingertips caressing her collarbones. Lily drops back into her chair, her fingers brushing along mine, close to her throat. Everyone is looking at me. Or her.
I don’t know why it’s such a big deal that I’m considerate enough to get my date a damn drink. I pour her a glass of wine, then offer it to everyone else to make a point before I sit back down. Kirk drops down in the empty seat across the table. He drags the chair the blond girl is sitting in closer to him so he can use it as an armrest. She nearly spills her wine all over her dress. Fortunately, it’s black, and she doesn’t seem to care. He rests his elbow on the back of her chair. He’s got pit stains. And his forehead is sweaty.
“You guys get lost in the bathroom or something?” Kirk winks at Lily.
“They were getting the house tour,” Tash says, then goes back to chatting with the blonde and ignoring Lance.
I scoot my chair closer to Lily and put an arm around her. It’s not that I feel some kind of ownership, or the need to stake a claim, or that we’re having a pissing contest; Kirk’s a dickface. He’s the kind of guy I don’t ever want to become.
He’s approaching the end of his career. Winning the Cup last year bought him an extra season. But he’s pretty much done. Now that his wife has finally left him and taken his kids, he’s all about getting the bunny action.
He didn’t make a mistake once or twice; he did it all the damn time. Like being away from home was a reason to fuck someone other than the person he married.
I remember the fights my parents used to have when they thought I was asleep. The nights my dad came home from away games were always the worst. When I was old enough, I could’ve stayed at Miller’s, but then I would’ve had to leave my sister to deal with it alone, and she was too young. It was a lot of years of listening to screaming matches and tears before my mom finally had enough of the bullshit. I don’t see much of my dad. I don’t have much use for him. My sister moved all the way to Australia last year for school, so she sees him even less.
Lily’s hand on my thigh pulls me out of the dark spiral of my thoughts. I realize I’m glaring at Kirk and give my attention to her. Her smile is tight, questioning. “You okay?” she whispers.
I shift her chair so she’s right up next to me and brush my nose against her cheek. She shivers. “I’ll be better after dinner’s over.”
“You’re not hungry?” She pokes at her salad.
I don’t think she�
�s eaten anything. Based on how lean she is, and how active, and how incredibly flexible, I don’t think it’s advisable that she misses any meals.
“I’m hungry, but not for this.” I stab some lettuce, so I’m a good role model, and shove it in my mouth, chewing slowly.
She spears a lone leaf and regards me thoughtfully. “What’re you hungry for?”
“You. Come home with me tonight.” I don’t consider the words before they’re out. I just say them. If she was a bunny, the answer would always be yes.
“I-I—” She removes her hand from my leg. “I can’t. What would I tell Sunny’s parents?”
“You don’t have to tell them anything.”
“I’ve been invited to stay with Alex and his family for the weekend. We have some kind of shopping thing we’re doing tomorrow.”
“I’ll drop you off early, then pick you up later, for dinner.”
“Don’t you think it’s kind of rude to take off so I can have my brains screwed out?”
“Is that what you think I want to do?”
“Isn’t it?” She arches a brow.
“What if I just want to talk?”
“In moans?”
I laugh. She’s a funny girl. I really do want to screw her brains out, without having to worry about anyone interrupting, or either of us having to be quiet. “If you don’t feel comfortable coming home with me tonight, you should at least plan to stay over tomorrow.”
“You’re determined to get me back into a bed.” She stabs another piece of lettuce and takes a bite.
“The bed isn’t the most important part; it’s the getting you naked again part.” I trail a finger across the back of her dress from shoulder to shoulder.
She shivers. “I can’t do a sleepover. My flight’s super early on Monday. I have to work in the afternoon.” She looks at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “You could crash here tonight.”
“I haven’t been invited.”
“No one’ll notice.”
I spend the rest of dinner trying to get my hand up Lily’s skirt while she tries to eat. It’s next to impossible because of how close we’re sitting together. It’s a good thing I’m a lefty and she’s a righty, otherwise I’d have to leave more space. She excuses herself to the bathroom, and I think it’s going to be the perfect opportunity to follow her out for a quickie, but Sunny goes with her.
Pucked Over (Pucked #3) Page 11