Incomplete

by Eliza Park

  “Bublé’s a singer, moron. Read a book,” Mav replied.

  “I thought it was so romantic, like something out of a movie!” Brody’s date said next to me, her voice high and bubbly, “I would love to dance like that!” She glanced sideways at Brody, who ignored her, “You can really tell you guys are in love.”

  I felt my face blush all the way down to my collarbone and looked down at the white tablecloth. “Thanks,” I murmured.

  “Your dress is beautiful, Celeste, where did you get it?” Ashley asked.

  I looked up at her, surprised, “Oh, um my friend designed it for a class actually. He used me as a model and said I could borrow it,” I shrugged.

  “Wow, must be nice to have friends like that.” Ashley quipped.

  My jaw clenched, feeling an underlying meaning behind her words, “I tried Valentino, but he only comes out of retirement for weddings,” I replied, ice in my voice.

  Maverick’s finger touched my bare shoulder and Brody’s date laughed. I held my hand out to her, “I’m so sorry, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

  “Mindy,” she said giggling, “And I agree, your dress is super beautiful and so unique.” She picked at the fabric of her own navy gown, “I found mine secondhand in the city.”

  I leaned forward, pointing at the bodice, “It’s gorgeous, and it fits you so well. I love the beading here,” My finger outlined the faux pearls decorating the top of the neckline.

  Mindy’s eyes lit up, and I knew I had her. “I love it too! My mom thought it was childish.”

  “Childish? Why on earth would she think that?”

  Mindy and I delved into conversation about her mother, her family, her clothes, her shoes, her studies, and anything and everything she could possibly think of. Maverick kept his hand on my shoulder, tracing small circles, interrupting my concentration every now and then by touching the strap on my dress, his knuckle following the line down my back and up again. I heard snippets of his conversation with Brody and Logan, mostly football strategy and their upcoming games. Ashley was forgotten, and after a while she stood to join another table. I wasn’t even sure Logan noticed at first.

  Any time a slow song came on, Maverick interrupted his own conversation to whisk me back to the dance floor. We weren’t the only couples anymore, but I hardly noticed. I had eyes for one person only, and I couldn’t seem to bring myself to look away. The more I thought on a two-week vacation alone in the Hamptons with Mav, the giddier I became, and I knew every hour that ticked by was putting us closer and closer to a long night between the sheets of his bed. I was going to have him alone, with zero interruptions or distractions for two whole weeks and I could hardly contain my growing excitement.

  “What are you thinking about now?” He asked, fingers skimming along my bare skin as we spun in a slow circle.

  “You,” I answered, biting my lip with a grin.

  “What about me?”

  Bringing my hand down from around the back of his neck, I straightened his tie, moving my fingers slowly down his chest, “Will we really be alone over break?”

  I felt him stiffen beneath me, muscles growing taut, “Yeah, just you and me.”

  I considered this, “No…maids or butlers or chefs?”

  His mouth twitched with a smile, “No, Ace, the house isn’t very big.”

  “So, I could walk around completely naked if I wanted to?”

  The answering look I received made me laugh. His eyes widened and he swallowed, hard, “Fuck, I hope you do.”

  We were quiet for a moment before he spoke again, voice low, “Do you walk around your apartment naked?”

  I shrugged, “Sometimes.”

  Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against mine with a low groan, “Move in with me.”

  I laughed and the music came to another halt, the tempo picking up for a livelier dance. I knew the music would switch more to the club-type soon, and I was feeling that familiar sense of eagerness to get out and go home. I pushed against Maverick’s chest when he wouldn’t release me, “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, giggling as his hands roamed down my body.

  He let me go and straightened, watching me walk away with a gleam in his eye and a noticeable bulge in his suit pants.

  The bathroom was across the dance floor and I made my way there easily, holding the train with my right hand and pushing through the swinging door to the girl’s bathroom.

  I did my business quickly, standing and spending extra time straightening my undergarments, knowing that soon they would be admired up close.

  The door to the bathroom swung open a couple of times while I was in there, but no one had spoken much. A girl’s voice reverberated over the stalls, loud and clear, “So what do you know about her?”

  I bent to push a piece of glitter off of my toe, wondering where the hell that had come from. A voice I recognized, Mia, replied, “Not much, just that her dad is Jack freaking Hanson, and she has a drug problem.”

  I froze, my skirt dropping to the ground, finger hovering over the silver latch.

  Had a drug problem.

  The girl scoffed, “Every rich girl has a drug problem. Does she go here?”

  I rolled my eyes. I knew plenty of wealthy girls my age and very few of them had drug problems. I mean, the majority did, sure, but that’s because I knew them from rehab. Totally different. I peeked through the slit of the metal doors, anger growing in the pit of my stomach. And here I was beginning to think Mia was warming up to me.

  “No, apparently not even her dad could buy her into an ivy league school.”

  I choked on a laugh, covering my mouth with my hand to stay quiet.

  “That’s really sad, I feel bad for her,” the other girl said.

  I saw Mia shrug, her small shoulders lifting indelicately. “I think Maverick is just placating her until she relapses and has to go back to rehab.”

  “Has he said that?”

  “In so many words.”

  I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe the other girl was taking any of this drivel. It was so obviously senseless.

  She was watching Mia in the mirror, “It’s a little strange he would bring her here, and invite her to all his games. I heard a rumor he was shopping for rings.”

  I stared down at the painted red nails of my toes.

  Shopping for rings. What a rumor.

  I could feel Mia’s irritation, “If he was shopping for a ring, it would be for me, not her!” She almost shrieked.

  The girl held her hands up in defense, “Just repeating what I heard.”

  They both fell silent, Mia angrily returning to her reflection and shoving things around in her purse.

  “She is really, really pretty though,” the girl said, “And that dress is crazy amazing.”

  I smiled.

  Fuck yeah it is.

  “Yeah, well I wouldn’t be surprised if her dad bought that too. Boobs included.” Mia said with a sneer.

  I chose that moment to exit the bathroom stall, a wide smile on my face. Mia gawked at me in the mirror as I sauntered up to the sink next to hers, my eyes on her frightened brown ones while I washed my hands. I dried them off slowly with a paper towel, then reached across the sink for the clutch resting against the mirror. I dug through it, ignoring the open-mouthed Mia, and pulled out a tube of red lipstick. I held it up to her, “Mind if I borrow this? Red isn’t really your color, anyway.” I hesitated before taking the cap off, “It is lipstick, right?” I asked, squinting my eyes at her, “You know what I mean, Mia. From one drug addict to another.”

  Mia’s gaping, fish-like mouth snapped shut with a clack, “Of course it’s lipstick, I don’t do drugs.”

  I snorted a laugh and rolled my eyes, “Whatever.” I removed the lid and pushed the tube up, applying it expertly in one sweep, smushing my lips together and dropping the tube back into her clutch, noting the large silver compact with satisfaction. “I knew a girl in rehab who kept her coke in a compact just like that one.
” I winked at her, stepping closer and watching with satisfaction as she hovered backwards an inch. The fear was clear on her mousy features. “Next time you choose to spread lies about someone, Mia, be sure to check if they’re in the room first.” I shrugged, “It’s basic common courtesy, something I know you weren’t taught through public education.”

  Smirking, I turned and walked out of the bathroom, spotting Mav across the dance floor. I took a deep breath, drinking in the sight of him in that suit one more time. He was talking to another football player and when he saw me, excused himself and walked around to meet me. Taking my hand, he brushed his lips across the back of my fingers. “I missed you,” he murmured.

  I smiled.

  “I saw Mia go in shortly after you. You deck her?”

  “Mia loves me,” I said, stepping closer to him, “We’ve talked about making matching friendship bracelets.”

  He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist, “This whole new jealous side of you? I fucking love it.”

  I ran my tongue over my teeth, eyes raking over his broad shoulders, “You ready to go home now? I’m getting a little tired of the dress.”

  Maverick whirled, holding my hand as he led us quickly out of the Hall, “Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

  Chapter 42

  Maverick

  I called a cab to take us back to the house, my fingers drumming on my thighs the whole ride. I was anxious for more than one reason. So far I’d been unable to keep my hands to themselves the entire night. Even when she went to the bathroom and I had to shove them so deeply into my pockets to keep from fidgeting. Stroking the soft skin of her shoulder and feeling her delicious curves pressed against my body simply wasn’t enough. I’d been distracted the last few weeks, to say the least, but when Celeste was in front of me I could think of only one thing: getting her fucking naked.

  Two weeks ago, Mia had presented me with a whole stack of papers. Ultrasound pictures, blood tests, genetic results. I’d sent it on to Josh, who’d called me laughing while I sat next to Mia at the office of an OBGYN, claiming they were all fake. I hadn’t looked long enough to notice, feeling like a complete idiot. I’d waited a while before I confronted her, just wanting to see what would happen next. And before the doctor had a chance to call us back, she claimed she felt too sick to stay. We left and I told Mia what Josh had said.

  She’d denied faking everything, of course, and it took every ounce of control in me not to scream at her. I hadn’t spoken to her since, assuming the saga was over.

  I couldn’t understand what her motive was. Did she just want Celeste and I to break up? Was she completely off her fucking rocker?

  We pulled up to the front of the house and I leapt out of the cab like a man possessed, tugging the racy blonde behind me, and throwing enough bills at the cabbie to make a dent in his kid’s tuition. I was trying not to think too much, to dwell. I had fucking secrets.

  Secrets, secrets, secrets. And the longer I kept them from Celeste the worse it was going to be when they were finally revealed. She’d agreed to stay with me for those two weeks and the countdown had begun. The more I dwelled, the more information that came to light, the more I knew she wouldn’t want to stay with me after the truth came out.

  A giggle erupted from her perfectly red lips when I dragged her through the house and into my room, the door slamming shut behind me. Celeste stood at the foot of my bed, clutching her coat with red nails, looking like a fallen goddess. I tore my coat off, throwing it on the desk chair and stalking over to her.

  I was angry. I was so fucking angry. Celeste hadn’t mentioned anything Mia may have said while they were in the bathroom together for those few agonizing minutes. She didn’t seem mad or upset, the only expression she wore matched the look I knew I was giving her.

  Hungry.

  I’d fucking seen Mia in that tight black dress with no visible bump. Brody had too. Which meant for the last three weeks she’d been pulling my fucking chain, making me jump through hoops for a baby that didn’t fucking exist. And I was mad.

  I held Celeste by the back of the neck, forcing her to tilt that pretty pointed chin up at me, puffy red lips parting for a kiss she knew was coming. “Three weeks is too fucking long,” I grumbled. Her grassy greens focused on my mouth for a moment before dragging up to meet my gaze. I could see the line of her dress under the parting of her black coat. That deep, irresistible V between her perky, round breasts. Removing the coat from her shoulders with slow, controlled movements felt like unveiling the world’s most erotic painting. She was the statue of a Grecian goddess, carved from lust and obsession.

  Another reason I’d been unable to keep my hands from her all night. Everyone was always fucking looking at her. Men, women, professors, staff. They ogled and admired.

  The rage grew in my veins. I had claimed her before the school and my teammates, but soon I would be losing her, again. And some other asshole would swoop in, touch her where I’ve touched her, hold her where I should be holding her. The thought was driving me completely and utterly insane.

  Celeste’s expression had turned to curiosity, but before she could question it, before she could read too much into the ticking of my jaw like she always did, I spun her around, yanking her ample ass into my groin. She gasped and I held her in place by her hip, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder. I let my hand wander down her side, looking for a zipper or a clasp or whatever other shit women used to keep their dresses on, but couldn’t find anything. Nearly ready to rip the fucking thing from her body, I inhaled slowly, pushing the thin straps down over her shoulders and guiding the rest of the fabric easily to the floor. I smiled against her neck and bit down gently on that smooth, pale skin. “That was easier than I thought it was going to be.”

  She pulled away from me and turned, forcing me to survey the ensemble she’d prepared under the dress.

  “Fuck,” I said with a strangled groan.

  Celeste was wearing fucking lingerie. Not just any lingerie, but some seriously high-class kinky shit. Her massive tits were pooling out over the top of a black corset type thing with a V deeper than the Nile. The fabric was sheer enough that I could see the outline of her pink nipples through the lace and my mouth watered at the sight. The corset ended at her hipbone, exposing her navel, and met with a sheer piece of matching fabric that stretched across her lower abdomen. She spun in a small circle for me, her puffy lips stretched into a smile, and I realized with utter shock, amazement, and a whole shit load of horniness, that the underwear she wore disappeared between the roundness of her ass cheeks. My hand twitched, remembering earlier when I’d cupped her ass and hadn’t felt the telltale sign of fabric beneath. That shit had made me hard all goddamn night.

  A painted finger swiped the hair away from her face and my cock rose in my suit pants at the blush creeping into her cheeks. Her lips were bright red, hair still pulled back from her beautiful features, and the whole look made me want to weep and beg at her feet. I dropped to my knees in front of her, looking up into a confused expression, and held her by the hips, “Marry me,” I demanded.

  She laughed, the sound like bells crashing into the brick wall of my heart, “I thought you might like it.”

  I surveyed her from top to bottom, my eyes resting on the flimsy fabric covering her freshly waxed pussy and swallowed a groan. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to start. She had laid out a buffet of desire before me, and I didn’t know which course sounded more appetizing. I lifted her heeled foot and kissed the insole, working my way up to lick the inside of her thigh, hooking her leg over my shoulder. Celeste’s fingers dove into my hair and she gasped when my tongue connected with the skin to the left of her thong. Using my pointer finger, I stroked the line of fabric from her ass to the front of her slit, noticing how wet she already was. I kissed the lips of her pussy through the fabric, and she moaned, her other leg beginning to buckle.

  I grinned, happy to have had this effect on her so quickly and stood, leading her gently t
o the bed and discarding my suit jacket on the floor. I lifted both of her legs, enjoying the green gaze she surveyed me with, and parted them before me. Leaning forward, I took the flimsy fabric covering her pussy in my hands, and met her gaze as I ripped it easily from her body.

  Her mouth fell open in shock, but I didn’t give her a chance to protest, descending on her sweet sex and licking between the folds. She whimpered as I tasted her, sucking on her clit, and using my tongue to tease her in hard circles. Her hips bucked beneath me and I held her thighs apart, feeling wetness pool into my mouth. She tasted incredible, sweet, and warm, and I dipped my tongue into her tight hole, loving the desperate hiss falling from her lips. I started up a rhythm, sucking and licking and teasing her pussy, my tongue dancing with her lower lips, and soon she was squirming, clutching the sheets beneath her hands and panting. I stuck two fingers inside of her and she let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her shocked eyes meeting mine before her head fell back against the bed. My tongue twirled around her hard nub, the pads of my fingers hooked into her g-spot, stroking and stroking. Her fingernails dug into my arm and I felt the muscles of her vagina tighten as she came, a loud moan erupting from her throat. Her toes curled, heels digging into the mattress as she fucked my mouth and hand, riding her way through the orgasm. I slowed my onslaught and withdrew when she finished, then stood, sucking the remainder of her juices from my fingers.

  Celeste lay there, panting, her eyes closed, hands above her head. She looked utterly peaceful and spent, but I was just getting started. Letting my hands fall to the black corset, I gripped the hard boning, noticing the latches keeping it together down the center seam, and pulled it apart. Angry green eyes shot open, and she sat up, watching as I threw the broken thing to the ground. She pursed her lips together, “That was completely unnecessary.”

  I splayed my hands over her abdomen, pushing her gently back into the mattress, my thumb and forefinger finally finding what they’ve been searching for. I pinched both of her nipples and she moaned, painted red nails coming to clasp over my hands. “I disagree,” I said, bending to take one pink nipple into my mouth. I took my time with each of her breasts, arguably my favorite part of her body, licking and sucking and biting till they were angry and hard under my hands. I was working her back up again, wanting her more than ready for a second orgasm as soon as my cock was buried deep inside of that soaking pussy. It didn’t take long for her to tug at my hair and forearm, her teeth sunken so far into that bottom lip I thought for sure it would bleed.