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Published October 28, 2020
“You want to kiss me?” he asks, and I nod slowly. He smirks and steps back, releasing me. I miss the heat of his body straight away. “I just watched you stick your tongue down Lake’s throat and now you want me? Fuck, Eva. Get some class.”
Sex OW Having Eva pressed up against me like that got me thinking all kinds of things. I start my bike and head in the direction of Shelly's house. It’s a risk, but I need to release this tension, and she’s just as fucked up as I am.
Sex OW I push my hand into her silk nightdress and grope her breasts. “Callum could have been here,” she adds.
“He isn’t though, so shut the fuck up and stop pretending you ain’t turned on,” I hiss.
Sex OW I remove the condom into tissue and shove it in my back pocket. I can’t risk Shelly's husband finding out. It’s a complication I don’t need. She straightens her nightdress, but there’s no disguising that just fucked look. “Callum's not home this evening. You could stay,” she says with hope in her voice. I shake my head and move for the door. Our arrangement works for us both and I’m not about to change anything by spending the night with her.
Anna is always taking the piss outta me. She calls me a hopeless romantic because I believe there’s someone out there for everyone.
“I fuck what I want. Sometimes I visit the same woman, but if she’s not around, then whoever.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “Let’s concentrate on the woman you see most of the time. When you see her, do you stay the night together?” I shake my head. “Why?” she asks.
“Because her husband wouldn’t approve.” I sigh.
“Married. Interesting.”
“You still fucking that rich bitch?” asks Riggs. I lower the bar to my chest and growl as I push it back up to the bars.
“Why?”
“Her old man called. He needs security again for an event. He requested you, but if you’re still fucking his wife, I thought it’d be best to send Chains,” says Riggs.
“No, I’m good to do it,” I say as I begin another set.
Riggs glares at me. “Fuck’s sake, brother, why you gotta live on the edge all the time?”
“She likes the same shit as me. It’s addictive.” Shelly likes dangerous sex—indoors, outdoors, any way I want it. “And she doesn’t want anything from me. It’s not complicated.”
I cover my mouth to hide my sniggering. This could be my big chance to discover who Michelle is having sex with. I press myself against the wall and carefully step closer, then take a deep breath and peer around the wall. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Michelle standing with her hands pressed against the wall, her dress around her waist, and her legs splayed open. Behind her, fucking her fast and hard, is Cree.
My mouth falls open in shock and I steady myself against the wall.
“You didn’t say you worked for NewVision,” he grits out.
“You didn’t tell me you were fucking my boss,” I almost screech. “She’s married!”
“You saw,” he mutters, looking pained.
“Yes, I saw,” I growl through gritted teeth. “She has children.”
“That’s her problem, not mine,” he says.
I feel the moment her hands begin to move from her sides and up towards my chest. I catch them before they make contact and I break the kiss. She looks to where I hold her and frowns. “Now, stay the hell away from me and my brothers,” I hiss, then I drop her hands and stalk away.
“She caught me fucking Callum’s wife.”
Chains laughs hard. “Shit. What did she say?”
“That it leaves Lake open for her because apparently that’s how it works?”
“Do you honestly . . . ” I whisper, brushing my lips lightly over his. “Think that . . . ” I run my tongue over his lips and he hisses. “I would fuck you after I witnessed you fucking my boss?” It takes a second for my words to hit his sex-fogged brain, but the moment it does, he releases me. “Now, get the hell out of here,” I snap.
He feels around for my breasts and pulls my bra down. I shudder when he gropes at me and I press myself further into the couch to avoid his wandering hands. Something doesn’t feel right. This isn’t how I imagined sex between me and Cree.
She nods her head. “You’d better get out of here,” she says quietly.
“I had?” I ask, hardly believing my luck. No chat, no dissection of feelings, or going over what happened?
Eva dries her hands and turns to me. “Yeah. What just happened can’t happen again. I’m really sorry, Cree. I should never have let it happen in the first place.”
“Let’s stay out of each other's way from now on. No more turning up here. No more bringing me lunch. You got it out of your system, leave it there.”
“Got what out of my system?” I snap.
Thinking about Cree and Michelle makes me shudder. Why did I let him have sex with me after what I saw him doing to her?
I head down to the kitchen, and I gasp when I see that Cree is practically hunched over Becky, one of the club whores. She’s giggling as Cree holds her arms above her head, his mouth level to her ear. I didn’t think my heart could hurt any worse, but seeing him like this slays me. He glances at me, and for a second, I see guilt, but it’s quickly replaced by a stony glare. “Can I help you?” he snaps.
I take a deep breath and steady my voice. Emily is more important right now. “I got some messages,” I mutter, moving my eyes away from the way his body is pressed against hers.
How do I ask if he’s okay? He was forced to have sex with a woman when he didn’t want to, and he’s not exactly the talkative type, but I know deep down it must have brought back some bad memories for him, not that he’ll ever admit it.
I turn the light on and it’s bright enough to cause them both to cover their eyes and groan in protest. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell, and Cree sits up, his face full of shock and confusion. “You said you loved me!”
He blinks a few times and then looks to the woman beside him. It’s now I notice she’s one of the club whores who hang around here hoping to become an ol’ lady. I glare at Cree, waiting for an explanation. He lifts the covers slightly and sighs. “We didn’t fuck. I have clothes on.”
“You passed out,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“Get the fuck out of his bed!” I yell, and she huffs before stomping out of the room. “All the fuss you made about lies and here you are in bed with a club whore. You cheating piece of shit!” I hiss. “This is too much. You’ve done too much!” I turn and rush back to my room. The tears roll down my cheeks and I refuse to let him see.
I don’t know why I grabbed that random girl by the hand as we were leaving the bar. It’s not like I'd spent the night grafting her. I just saw her, took her hand, and insisted she come back with me. I’m the VP, so she wasn’t gonna be asked twice. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stupid fuck!
I suck in a breath. “That wasn’t cheating,” I say. “That was ra—”
Cree moves so fast towards me that I flinch away. “Don’t finish that fuckin’ word!” he shouts.
“I have some exciting news,” says Anna, smiling in Riggs’ direction. He looks confused. Everyone’s attention is on the pair. “I’m pregnant!” she announces happily. Riggs' face goes through a range of emotions. Anna is swept up in hugs from ol’ ladies, but all I see is Riggs looking shocked and frozen. Eventually, Anna realises he isn’t jumping for joy, but before she can get to him, he goes into the clubhouse. She looks at me panicked, so I head inside after him.
“We talked about it,” he mutters. “We agreed to wait.”
The office door opens and Anna stomps in. “What the hell?”
“We agreed to wait,” he snaps. “I told you to wait.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose, Riggs. I think my contraception pill didn’t work when I was sick.”
“Likely,” he utters dismissively.
“I should leave you guys—” I begin.
“Are you calling me a liar!” yells Anna.
“I’m saying that one minute I’m telling you no, and the next, you’re pregnant,” shouts Riggs.
“Fuck you,” she hisses and then storms from the room.
“I told him I’d leave and he shrugged, said I should do whatever I wanted to. I’m so angry that he’d treat me like this. He was so cold and distant. Any man who thinks I’d do that on purpose doesn’t deserve me.”