Destructive Luxe-A Luxe Novel: Book 2

by H. Q. Frost

  "Mmm, Justin," she moaned as he filled her.

  He held her hips while she slowly rocked on his cock and the only thing he wanted to focus on was her face. He was enamored by her fluttering eyes, lips in a perfect O, and sweet moans filling the jeep. He wanted to taste her, suck her nipples, study hidden parts of her body, but they were fucking in the parking lot of a music hall.

  "Fuck," he grunted both consumed with anger and pleasure.

  "I knew you'd feel perfect inside of me," she moaned, her head dropping to his shoulder.

  "Dammit, El, I can't get enough of you." His mouth went to her neck before he said something he wasn't ready to say.

  He didn't want to be in love with that particular woman, but he was certain no one but Lilith would have brought it out of him again.

  Her lips pressed to his ear. "Come for me, Justin," she breathed, unable to find her own release because the pill was causing sensory overload.

  His arms wrapped around her back and he pulled her harder down onto him. The moans escaping her would be forever branded in his memory, and he hoped one day they wouldn't be the noises that would haunt him.

  A quiet grunt escaped him as he thrust her down onto him a few more times, spilling himself inside of her. Lilith leaned back with a relaxed sigh and laid on the horn. She jumped sitting forward, collapsing her head onto his shoulder as she started to laugh. He pushed her hair to the side and softly kissed up her jawline.

  "I came inside you," he said rubbing her arms.

  "Do you have napkins?" She lifted her head and climbed off him.

  "Glove box." He pointed and she still saw some sort of question on his face.

  "I'm on birth control. And I'm clean." Her attention went to cleaning herself but the silence was too intimidating. "Are you?" she blurted.

  A small chuckle escaped him and his hand wrapped around to the back of her neck while he pulled her toward him. "Ya, ZP, I am." He kissed her. "I need to get you into my bed though. I want to make love to you until I have your body memorized." Letting her go, he made sure he was zipped, missing the enamored gaze she held on him.

  She'd never heard that before and it made her heart rate spike. Ian fucked her. Sloan laid down with her. And Shaun didn't name it. But Justin wanted to make love to her, and no more questions lingered in her brain as to if she was falling in love with him.

  As they approached the others, Ashley threw her arms up. "Where'd you park? Ohio?"

  "There were no spots." Lilith giggled, hugging Caesar.

  He held onto her, spinning her in a circle. "Wait, watch," he said when she tried to pull away. Holding her pressed against him, he started to rub her ear, then ran his fingers down her neck.

  Jackass Justin was kicking in watching Caesar caress his girlfriend to enhance her high. When Caesar finally let go, Justin pulled her to him while they walked into the venue. He kept his arm around her back and hip, to keep her at his side.

  Is JUSTIN her anything?

  I opt to stand by the bar and watch her get giggly and annoying with the other girls. Daft Punk hasn't even come on yet but she's dancing to some crap beforehand.

  Fucking her in my jeep for the first time was both great and shitty. I didn't want some romantic planned night or anything, but a ten minute fuck in my cramped jeep wasn't how I wanted to confirm we're perfect together. There was doubts things would work out between us and I kept telling myself I'd probably validate them once I got balls deep, but it didn't happen. Her moans, her face, the flutter of her eyes, her pussy, everything was right, drilling this girl straight through my chest. How can I be in love with a woman who has a fiancé? I guess the same way I can make her my girlfriend.

  Caesar's friends have pissed me off by checking her out and I think Caesar's picked up on I don't like him all over my girl so he's staying away from me. The second El made me her boyfriend it gave me the right to get pissed about this stupid shit. As far as I understand, no other men are going to be touching her besides Jacks. Fucking Jacks.

  I slam my beer thinking about how I got into this. There are a million other girls out there that I never even spared a second glance at. Why am I hung up on this one? There's the obvious, her looks, she's fucking gorgeous and now with that hair…damn. The hair I told her she'd look good with and she went and did it. I smirk to myself. That's not the only thing about her though.

  I'm glad this isn't a paid for date because I'd be pretty pissed off right now. I haven't talked to her in almost an hour. Not that I'll have paid for dates anymore. Now I assume the role of the boyfriend. What is that role? I don't even know how to be a boyfriend anymore. It's been a long time. I stopped being a husband long before my divorce. I was more like a caretaker and not by choice. I know what my gut's telling me to do. Touch her, hold her, kiss her, tell her how beautiful she is. I think that's the role of a boyfriend. And I'm at this concert with her and her friends making sure they're safe and safely get home; that's all boyfriend shit.

  Caesar approaches the bar high out of his mind as sweat drips from his face and he's panting for a solid breath.

  He drinks an entire water bottle then turns to me. "You on a date?"

  "No." I smirk. "I'm done with that."

  "Done? Done, done?" His tone of surprise annoys the fuck out of me. "She's your girlfriend now or something?" This look on his face is further pissing me off. I don't know if it's surprise or humor.

  "Yeah, she is." My brash tone is to let him know not to question it any more.

  "Damn." He laughs and looks toward the girls.

  "What're you guys?" I blurt. "You guys friends? You dated her?"

  "She's my bitch." He shrugs and walks away.

  What the fuck does that mean? I don't like that. I don't like he's said it about her even if he's joking. What's that mean?

  Two shots and another beer keep me company until El breaks free from her friends and she comes looking for me. I quickly drink the second shot and grab my beer before I head over to her. There's a huge smile on her face, but it's the drugs.

  "I'm so thirsty," she says when she spots me.

  Guiding her like she's an infant learning to walk, which is unnecessary on my part, I walk her to the bar.

  "I need three more," I say to the cute girl behind the bar that was giving me flirty eyes earlier.

  Grabbing the waters and El's hand, we head over to the other two girls. The tall blonde, the hot one from this morning, grabs her water and I watch her drink it. Ashley's hot too. She's a loudmouth and I like that about her, but she's a Jacks.

  I watch Ashley drink her water then turn to face El and she's staring at me with her wide dilated pupil eyes. She's fucking adorable right now but she doesn't look happy. I think maybe she caught me watching the girls drink their water, which I don't know why I did. It's not a turn on or something. I just…I don't know.

  "You thirsty?" I open the water bottle. She shakes her head no then sees Caesar and walks over to him and his two douchebag friends.

  Obviously I've pissed her off by stupidly watching her friends drink water. I think I wanted to make sure they were okay, hydrated, or maybe I'm just used to being able to flirt with women with no repercussions. I feel no shame for the fact I like women.

  The blonde started talking to me and I'm pretending to listen, but I'm watching El and I don't like what I'm seeing. She's laughing with these other two guys and the one keeps touching her. He does it a few more times, just subtle little touches, before he pushes his hand to the back of her hair to rub her neck and head. Not wanting to be rude, I look at the blonde and put my finger up, not that I've heard a word she's said. Taking my time, I stroll over to El and this fucker I'm going to pound.

  "Don't touch my girl, man." I push his hand away from her and give him a small warning shove.

  "No harm." The inebriated man raised his hands in surrender.

  "Just don't touch her." Justin scowled at him and Lilith put her hand onto Justin's chest.

  "No problem. I didn't know s
he had a boyfriend."

  "You didn't know… You didn't just see us together for the past two hours? You didn't know?" Losing his cool, Justin stepped around Lilith to stand in front of the drunk.

  "No offense, man, take it easy."

  "Justin." Lilith grabbed his arm and yanked him toward her. "Come on." In an aggressive pull, she dragged him toward Ashley and Tash.

  Justin glared at the man over his shoulder while Lilith pulled him away. When she approached the girls, she grabbed Justin's chin and yanked his face so he'd focus on her and not a pointless fight. The glare on his face that he directed at her made her narrow her eyes.

  "You don't like it, do you?"

  "Don't let other men touch you." He scowled at her.

  "Don't eye fuck my friends." As hard as she attempted a scowl, the drugs in her system didn't allow it.

  "I wasn't!"

  "Then I wasn't!" she mimicked him. "You saw me and I saw you. You want them?"

  "No!" he blurted. "Fuck no, I got you." His arm went around her while he pulled her close. "I'll snap his fucking arm if he touches you again. I don't give a shit if he's falling and you're closest and he tries to grab onto—" He stopped talking when Lilith shoved her finger to his lips.

  "You're really killing my high."

  With a laugh he slid his hand up the back of her shirt, enjoying the dampness on her skin she built up from dancing. When he slowly pulled his fingers across her back she leaned into him, closing her eyes. Gentle bites circled her clammy flesh at her neck, and he let his tongue taste her salty skin.

  The lights dimmed and her attention went toward the stage in anticipation. With a quiet growl, Justin put a little more pressure to his bite, wanting to do so much more but he took a step away. The audience began to scream and Lilith rushed Ashley and Tash.

  Not wanting to be pinned in the crowd, Justin stood back watching them, all three of them. Rubbing and touching, heightening their high and he didn't mind the view. When Caesar and his two friends joined the girls, Justin decided to make his way over. He grabbed Lilith's hips from behind and she looked over her shoulder at him with a grin. The wiggle and grind of her ass woke his cock and he held her tightly.

  Mid-show, Heidi approached with Caesar and the first thing she noticed was Lilith grinding on a man other than Ian. She stopped Ashley from dancing and pointed out Lilith. Ashley shrugged and went back to moving to the music.

  "Don't you have a fiancé?" Heidi snickered into Lilith's ear.

  Lilith stopped moving and glared at her. "Nothing you need to worry about." She hadn't realized Heidi would show up, and she wished she would have known that.

  Justin kept a tight grasp on her hips but let her have words with the bitchy girl he remembered from the bar.

  "Weren't you jumping down my throat about fucking Ian, which I didn't, and now you're here grind fucking him." She scoffed at Justin.

  "Nothing you need to worry about," Lilith repeated.

  "Oh, honey." She put her finger up. "I'm not worried about you. I think your fiancé might appreciate this information." The flash of a blinding light stunned Lilith for a minute until she realized it was from Heidi's cellphone.

  Justin shook his head from the flash then looked at Lilith who stood upright from leaning into him. She reached her hand out and shoved it into the back of Heidi's hair, pulling back roughly to press her lips to Heidi's ear.

  "Don't involve yourself in my life," she threatened. "I will make sure you're sorry." Letting go of her hair, Lilith pushed her away.

  In shock Lilith assaulted her, Heidi gaped, but was still sending the text.

  IAN has become to be a walking enmity

  It's going on ten and I'm sitting in a bar with my father and a few of his scummy colleagues. I'm wondering when Lily will be home and I want to text her but I don't want to interrupt, don't want to seem overbearing or like a needy fiancé. I probably should have taken her up on the offer of getting married at the courthouse, but I couldn't do it. She says a wedding doesn't matter to her, but she's a woman. If it doesn't matter now it'll matter one day and she'll hate me for not letting her have a wedding. This still isn't going to be anything elaborate like I'd prefer to show all my friends and family what's mine, but it'll be better than a courthouse wedding.

  My phone beeps and I quickly pull it from my pocket hoping it's Lily. Maybe she's home and if she is I'll walk out of here in less than a second. I see Heidi's name come across my phone and I roll my eyes. After meeting with her about the party for Ashley, I've felt guilty. Nothing happened, and in fact I didn't even look at her the way I did when I first met her. She's more of a leach now. She's latched onto Ashley and she's trying to latch onto me. I don't know what she's trying to gain yet but if it's me, that'll never happen.

  I open the media text to a picture that I can't really make out. Bringing my phone closer to my face, I recognize Lily in the blurry picture. Behind her is Borg. I didn't know she was going to the concert with Borg.

  Another text chimes from Heidi.

  HEIDI: Your fiance is having an affair. I thought you should know because it's not right. I hope it's not to far along to call off the wedding. If you need to talk I'm here and willing to answer any questions you have

  I've slid to the edge of my seat and anger is starting to build inside. I must be making an alarming face because my dad says my name with distress. Without acknowledging him, I stand and walk out of the restaurant.

  Who the fuck does she think she is? This fucking bitch is telling me to call off my wedding and now she's trying to get to me by offering to talk about it. This woman has definitely got a bitch screw loose and I want to tighten it. If there's one thing I can't fucking stand it's people stepping in where they don't belong. I want to know if my girlfriend is cheating, but not from some bitch I don't know or trust. Not from some bitch who thinks she knows me or my life. Not some bitch that's going to invade my wife's privacy, that technically isn't really private at the moment. That's pissing me off too, but nothing like this Heidi shit. I want this bitch gone and buried. I don't want her around me, Lily, or my sister anymore. She's one of those people that makes friends just to cause circles of drama.

  I walk back into the restaurant because my dad has called my phone.

  "Needed a breath of air," I say as I sit back down and wave the waitress over. "Double scotch on the rocks."

  If this waitress bends over anymore her fake tits are going to fall out of her shirt. I'm not sure I'll mind, but I don't want to see it. I wonder what Lily thinks about fake boobs, wonder if she'll ever want some. She's busty enough for her frame, but god, I hope she doesn't become a plastic surgery whore like my father's girlfriend.

  Now that I've calmed down about Heidi, I'm thinking about Lily. I didn't know Borg was going tonight and it kind of pisses me off. Lily's had this concert planned a while so does that mean she invited him weeks ago? I was never invited to the concert and at first it didn't bother me but now I know why. Borg took my place. Fucking Borg.

  I open the picture again and the waitress walks up; I flip my phone.

  "Thanks." I smile up at her and she smirks at me.

  I could put her to work, she's a cute girl. My eyes automatically go to her ass as she walks away. I always do this and I should really stop. I wonder if Lily does shit like this. I wonder if she's still attracted to women or if that was just a phase when she was breaking out of her shell.

  Remembering the picture, I flip my phone again and start dissecting the blurry picture. Borg's got his arms around her.

  I take a drink of my scotch.

  His tattooed arms are curled around her and it makes me sick thinking about what they're doing so I'm going to stop. I know he exists and I know she didn't tell me he was going because I don't want to know this shit. I've realized to get through this, get through her being with someone else, I have to act like it's not happening. Pushing my phone away, I join the conversation again.

  "I feel like a wet washcloth," Tash mumbl
ed in the backseat of the jeep. All three girls were sweaty and beat.

  "So am I supposed to drop you two off at your place, or what?" Justin asked, merging onto the expressway.

  "My car's at Lily's."

  "Mine too."

  "Come to my house. We'll stay the night," Lilith said.

  Justin briefly closed his eyes and clutched the wheel tightly.

  "K, Ashley?" Lilith glanced back at her. Ashley nodded her head with a clenched jaw, coming down hard from her high.

  "I'm so tired," Tash almost incoherently mumbled.

  "The lights are lines," Lilith said and Justin glanced at her.

  Her finger started to move in lines over his window. He reached over touching her clammy arm.

  "You alright, ZP?" he asked and she slowly turned her head to look at him.

  "You're blurry." She squinted and when she opened her eyes wide her dilated pupils took over everything but a sliver of golden brown.

  He quickly flipped on the light noticing they didn't fluctuate. "You feeling okay, El?" Worry was starting to make him tense.

  She bobbed her head before leaning it against the window and reaching forward. She pushed her index finger into the dash like she were pressing a button. Remaining silent, he watched her until she started to giggle.

  "What're you doing?"

  "The light changes colors." She giggled.

  This was something he had experience with. A delusional woman because of drug. And he hated it. It brought back memories of Layna. He reached out, grabbing her hand and putting it on his leg. The rearview mirror showed the other two sat quietly with their eyes closed.

  "Fuck," he quietly muttered, not sure how he'd get them up to the apartment, and there was no way he could leave them to go up on their own.

  A high-pitched gasp came from Lilith as she slapped her hands over her mouth, then turned such a despondent gaze onto him that he reeled back.

  "You hit a dog," she squeaked.

  "What?" He looked in the rearview mirror.

  "Did you hit a dog?" Her voice quivered.