by Hamel, B. B.
We head inside. Already it’s full of people milling around, drinking champagne and wine. I recognize a few faces as we drift into the crowd and grab drinks for ourselves. I make sure to stick to club soda.
“Well?” Amy asks me. “What do you think?”
I grunt in response. “The CTO is here and I think that’s the CFO and his wife over by the side door.”
“Do you know their names?”
I hesitate. “Can’t recall.”
She sighs. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I’m sorry. I recognize their faces, but… I don’t know, they were never important before.”
“You’re hopeless. Are you even sure you want this company?”
“Yes,” I say, a little fire coming back into me.
“Good,” she says softly. “I don’t feel like going through all this trouble just to have you decide you don’t want it after all.”
I smirk at her. “Trouble? This is the most fun you’ve had… ever.”
“Hardly. This is more like a really, really long-term migraine.”
“Please. You’re loving it.”
“Come on.” She takes my arm. “Introduce me to that CTO guy. I’ll get his name.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
I shrug and drag her along, over to the man I recognized. She introduces herself right away, before I have a chance to screw it up.
“I’m Amy,” she says, “Everest’s wife.”
The man’s eyes light up, glancing at me, and shaking her hand. “Alan Young. Nice to meet you.” He cocks his head at me. “Didn’t know you’d be here, Everest.”
“Well, you know how it is. Dad is finally letting his sons step into the spotlight.”
The man grins but doesn’t seem genuinely pleased. “Your brother’s here somewhere,” he says as we shake hands.
“Oh, yeah? I’m sure he is.”
“Well, it was nice seeing you.” Alan turns and heads off to join another group.
“Huh,” Amy says, watching him go. “That was abrupt.”
“At least we know his name,” I grumble.
She frowns in thought. “Really, he just walked off. Didn’t you think that was weird?”
“A little off,” I admit, narrowing my eyes.
“Come on,” Amy says. “I have a hunch.” She looks around the room. “Point out someone else that’s important.”
I purse my lips, giving her a look, but I decide to play along. “That guy over there in the black tie. He’s the head of marketing.”
“Perfect.” Amy strides off, making a beeline straight for him. I have to scramble to keep up, wading my way through the crowd like a linebacker. I’m always self-conscious of my size at things like this. I tower over everyone, way bigger than your average office worker. I’m the biggest man in my family by a lot, and I sometimes wonder where the big genes came from.
Amy heads right up to the marketing guy. “Hi, I’m Amy,” she says, interrupting his conversation with someone I don’t recognize. “I’m Everest’s wife.”
The marketing guy turns to her, frowns, and shakes her hand. “Pleasure,” he says and gives me a nod. “If you’ll, uh, excuse me. I have to use the bathroom.”
He turns and strides off. The person he was talking to smiles sheepishly and wanders away without a word.
Amy grins at me. “Did you see that?”
“I saw,” I grumble. “Guy fucking couldn’t wait to get away.”
“Exactly!” She’s almost beaming with delight. “Come on. Let’s do one more.”
So I point out the CFO again and we head over. As soon as Amy introduces herself, the guy gives me one look and practically sprints away from us, although he does it as politely as humanly possible.
Amy’s practically giggling by the time he’s gone. “Oh my god,” she says. “They’re running from you!”
I glare at her. “I noticed.”
“No, I mean, on purpose. Something’s going on.”
I sigh and run my hand through my hair. “I hate these fucking games.”
Amy laughs again, totally delighted. “I know, it’s messed up,” she says.
“You don’t seem upset.”
“No?” She grins and shrugs. “I guess not. It’s kind of fun.”
“Fun?” I grunt at her. “It’s annoying as hell.”
“Oh, come on, Ever. Have a little subtlety, okay?”
“That’s not my strong suit.”
“Unfortunately, you can’t just beat everyone up until they agree with you.” She hangs onto my arm, looking up at me. “But you can at least try to be charming.”
I smirk at her. “I’m always charming, my dear.”
“I bet.” She sighs and leans against me. Although I’m pissed that I’m being stonewalled for some fucking reason, it is pretty nice to have Amy close up against me like this. I glance down at her and catch her breasts swelling under her dress, getting just a glimpse of cleavage, but enough to send my blood boiling.
But no, not right now. I’d better concentrate on this bullshit. It’s the reason I’m here. I’ve been out of the game for too long and I never did have much patience for the politics of this place.
I have to admit, I’m really, really happy Amy’s here with me. She figured this all out way faster than I did.
“Do you know anyone here?” she asks.
“Sure, most of them.”
“No, I mean, someone friendly.” I frown at that and Amy sighs. “Seriously?”
“It’s been a while,” I growl.
“You don’t have any friends here?”
I look around the room, mind spinning through contacts. Suddenly, I spot a man hanging off to the side of the room, his arms crossed, a perpetual scowl on his face.
“Not a friend,” I say carefully. “But someone we could talk to.”
She sighs. “Good enough. Let’s go talk to him then.”
I lead her through the crowd and approach Liam Blanch. He’s the head of West Coast sales and is considered probably the biggest asshole in the entire company. People hate going into meetings with him since he’s brash and bold and doesn’t take any shit from anyone.
Liam looks up as I approach, a slight grin sliding onto his face. He’s a tall man, nearly my height, with dark hair and dark intelligent eyes. He looks like he’s annoyed all the time, even when he’s smiling.
“Liam,” I say to him.
He nods. “Ever.”
“This is Amy, my wife.”
Liam shakes her hand. “Pleasure,” he says.
“Likewise.” She smiles at him. “Nice party.”
“Sure,” he says. “Another product for me to push on the masses.” He looks past us. “As if they have any fucking clue what the masses want.”
I grunt a laugh. “How many of them do you think actually went camping this past year?”
“None, and the same goes for me, but I don’t fucking pretend at least.”
“Guess we’ve got that in common.”
His eyes move back to me. “I’m surprised to see you here, Ever.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Your brother’s been talking shit these past few days.”
I arch an eyebrow and glance at Amy. She’s frowning again, lost in thought.
“What’s he saying?”
“Oh, you know. Just to avoid you, you’re coming back to shake things up, you’re bad news for the company, all that.” Liam shrugs a little bit.
“I guess that explains why nobody wants to be seen talking to me.”
“Sure, the smart ones stay far away.”
“You’re not smart?”
He chuckles. “I just don’t give a fuck. My numbers are so good that they’d eat pudding out my asshole before they fired me.”
I bark a laugh at his metaphor. “So it’s my brother then.”
“Rumor is, he thinks he has the CEO position basically locked down now that your old man’s sick. Sorry about that, by the
way. Your father’s a good leader.”
“Thanks,” I grunt. “I guess that means Whitney wants me out of the way.”
“Pretty much. Been laying the groundwork for it.”
“And why are you telling me this?”
“Because I think Whitney’s an asshole and I’d rather see you in charge.”
I’m surprised at how direct he is with that. Liam really is the most untouchable person in the company, but that sort of talk is probably stupid, even for him.
“Liam,” Amy cuts in. “Are there other people that agree with you?”
“Sure,” he says, glancing at her. “You want a list?”
“I’d love a list.”
He nods. “I’ll send it over.”
“Sounds like you were prepared for this,” she points out.
“As soon as I heard the old man wasn’t feeling good, I started thinking. I realized, he’s got two sons, two big mean motherfuckers that both probably want this company. I figured, I’d better start thinking about which horse I’ll back for the inevitable fight to come.”
I shake my head slowly. “Gotta admit, I didn’t expect this from you.”
“Yeah, well. I’ll be frank. You’re losing the fight right now. We don’t have time to sit around and poke our dicks at each other.”
Amy stifles a laugh. “What should we do, then?” she asks him.
He shrugs. “I’ll get in contact with some people I trust and we’ll see what we can do.”
“Thanks, Liam,” I say. “I don’t know why you’re backing me, but I appreciate it.”
“Like I said, Whitney’s an ass. You’re the lesser of two evils.”
I grin at him. “Glad to know I’m still an evil.”
He grins back and I take Amy’s hand, steering her away.
“That fucking cunt,” I growl at her softly.
“Who, Liam?” She looks surprised.
“No, not him, although we shouldn’t trust him right away. No, I mean fucking Whitney.”
“Ah,” she says. “Yeah.”
“Fucking asshole. Telling everyone to stay away from me? Saying I’m a threat?”
“To be fair, you are.”
“Yeah, to fucking him.”
She sighs and squeezes my hand. “It’ll be okay.”
“No, it won’t.” I look around the room, searching for Whitney. My anger’s starting to get the better of me, and I can feel it starting to overflow.
I haven’t been this mad at my brother in a long time. He used to piss me off all the time when we were kids, and when I finally got big, I started beating the shit out of him. Oh, he’d fight back and all. Sometimes he’d even win. But mostly, we’d fight until he finally gave up, although neither of us walked away without more than a few broken noses and black eyes.
We were vicious as kids. We mellowed out as time and distance and age softened all our sharp corners, but those corners are still there.
And I still want to break his fucking nose.
“Ever,” Amy says softly. “Why are you looking around like you want to kill someone?”
“I’m going to kill my brother,” I say softly. “Smash his fucking stupid, cheating, lying face in. That’d solve all our problems.”
“Not really,” she says, sighing. “I’m pretty sure you’d just go to jail.”
“I’m not sure I care at this point.”
She tugs on my hand. “Come on,” she says. “Come on, idiot, before you do something stupid.”
I growl at her but let her lead me away from the party. She rushes through a side door and we walk into an empty hallway. She finds the first door and we walk into it, ending up in some conference room.
She shuts the door. “You’d better calm down before we go back out there.”
I stare at her, my blood boiling, anger rolling down my spine. All I want to do is go out there and beat the shit out of my younger brother, that lying little fuck. I want to show all those sniveling, pathetic motherfuckers out there who the real fucking boss is.
Instead, I step up to Amy.
“Ever,” she says, eyes a little wide.
I grab her by the hair. “You want to fucking help me?” I growl at her.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I kiss her hard, tongue against hers. She takes a sharp little breath that drives me wild as I kiss her, pulling her tight, hand grabbing her hair rough. I love the feeling of holding her hard and dominating her, and right now I need that control.
I push her back against the wall and pin her there. She gasps as I lift her dress up, fingers finding her panties already wet. “You dirty girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Have you been thinking about getting fucked by me?”
“Maybe,” she groans as I roll my fingers along her wet pussy.
“I know you have.” I reach up and grab her panties, tugging them down over her hips. “You’ve been dreaming about my big, fat cock sliding deep between your legs. Fuck, girl. We’re supposed to be friends, and all you want to do is choke on my fat cock and come so hard you can’t stop saying my name.”
“Asshole,” she whispers. “You’re just using me to blow off some steam.”
“Fucking right I am,” I say, grabbing her hair tighter. “But that’s not all. You think I’ll let you leave here without getting what you need?”
She moans as I finish taking her panties off. I ball them up and pull her hair back, shoving them into her mouth. They half hang out but she clenches down with her teeth.
She moans against the cotton as I slide my fingers deep inside her pussy. She shivers as I tease her with my fingers, working her cunt and clit, rolling fast and kissing her neck. Fuck, I want to rip this dress off, but she needs something to wear out of here.
I pull her from the wall and roughly bend her over the conerence table. I pull her hair back and she gasps, panties still between her lips. She looks over her shoulder as I drop down between her legs, pulling her ass open wide.
I tongue her top to bottom, tasting every filthy inch of her. I love this girl’s body more than I can ever admit, and I love her taste most of all. She gasps and moans, noise stifled by her panties, as I suck and lick her from behind.
She gasps as I stand and slap her ass hard. My cock’s like fucking granite as I unbuckle my belt and slide my pants halfway down. I’m out of my boxer briefs in an instant, teasing her tight, wet little cunt from behind.
I know we shouldn’t do this. I mean, we’re barely down the hall from that fucking party. There are probably seventy people in there and any one of them could easily come into this room right now and catch us.
But fuck them, I don’t care. They already think I’m some kind of bastard because of my brother.
I need this pussy and I need it fucking now. I spank her ass hard again and she lets the panties fall from between her lips.
“Quiet, little princess,” I whisper in her ear, grabbing her hair hard. I slide my cock deep inside her, nice and slow at first, and she lets out a low, intense moan.
“That’s right,” I say softly. “You love this big cock deep inside your tight little cunt, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Oh, god, Ever. I love it.”
“You want it deeper?”
“Please,” she moans.
I growl and push my cock to the hilt. She gasps as I grab her hair tighter and start to slide myself in and out.
She rolls her hips and pushes her ass back against me. “God, Ever,” she moans. “This is such a bad idea.”
“You think it’s so bad? Tell me to stop fucking your tight little cunt.”
“No,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought. You like that it’s bad. You like that it’s fucked up.”
“I do,” she moans.
I growl again and fuck her harder. All my aggression and anger get channeled into her tight little pussy. She takes me as I fuck her rough, grabbing her hips, dominating her, controlling her.
I slam my cock deepe
r and harder, spanking her ass nice and rough. I love that she’ll have this pink ass with little handprints on it when we finally do go back out there.
I turn her around and kiss her lips before lifting her up onto the table. I push her back onto her elbows and slide my cock back deep into her pussy. I love the look on her face, both pleasure and pain, and a little shock that such a big cock could even fit inside.
“You love getting your tight little pussy all stretched out,” I whisper in her ear. “You love taking this cock, don’t you, little Amy? You love how fucked up it is.”
“God, yes,” she whispers.
I growl and rip into her, fucking her hard, loving the way her breasts bounce and her body tenses. She’s so fucking sexy I can barely breathe.
I bite her lip and fuck her rough. She rolls her hips up against me, pushing tight, moaning and panting. The whole table’s shaking with every thrust and I’m sure we’re making a ton of noise but fuck, I’m too lost in her tight pussy to give a shit.
“I need every inch of you,” she groans. “Oh, god. I need every inch.”
“You need every inch to get you off,” I growl back. “That’s right, little Amy. You need my big, fat cock.”
“Fuck, god, yes,” she moans.
I rip into her, losing my mind. Everything else is totally gone for me now, there’s only her tight pussy, her body, her eyes. I thrust into her, pleasure mounting, rolling through my skin.
She moans. “Don’t stop,” she gasps, almost breathless. “Please don’t stop.”
I thrust and grind into her pussy and pull her tight against me. She gasps and her back arches as she starts to come.
I keep fucking her through it, savage and intense. She moans the whole time, saying my name in little whispers. I can barely control myself, and as she’s finally finishing, I explode into her pussy.
I come hard, filling her up. She moans and lies back on the table, holding onto the edge with her fingers.
“Fuck,” I growl into her ear. I kiss her soft before pulling back.
“Yeah,” she says, grinning. “That’s not how I thought this party would go.”
I laugh and kneel down on the floor, resting my head on her thigh.