by Amy Brent
“Guess she’s okay with the backup friend.”
“You’ve never been the backup friend,” I said.
“And anyway, what gives? In any other scenario, you wouldn’t have gotten to the third girl before you had one of those women out the door.”
“Just not feeling it tonight. Been a long day.”
“Of watching hot ass women walk up and down a stage. Have you met someone? Is there something you aren’t telling me?” he asked.
“Maybe. Sort of. It’s not really a big thing, but I like spending time with her.”
“Are you settling down on me, Chris? Did turning thirty do something to your libido?”
“My libido’s fine, thank you very much. But sometimes, there’s just that woman you can’t shake.”
“I had that happen one time,” Justin said. “Kept her around for an entire weekend. Best weekend of my life.”
“Then why are you still single?”
“Because her husband kept calling her.”
“Seriously?” I asked.
“What? I didn’t know she was married. She didn’t have a ring on her finger, she certainly wasn’t dressed like she was married.”
“How’s a married woman supposed to dress?”
“Yep. Turning thirty did something to you,” he said.
“Sorry, I don’t like sleeping with married women.”
“Apology accepted again,” he said with a grin. “So? What’s her name?”
“Who’s name?”
“Your flavor of the month this month. The woman that’s ruining the plans I had for us tonight?”
“Not important,” I said.
“Oh come on. If we aren’t gonna pick up any women tonight, the least you can do is fill me in on some of the wonderful details of the one you’re sporting around for now.”
“You’ve got the number of a nice redhead in your pocket. Who the hell said you couldn’t leave with her right now?”
“Because I’m with my best friend, that’s why! It’s taken me four weeks to get you out somewhere with me. And no woman is going to ruin it.”
“Even though you keep harping on mine.”
“Point taken,” he said.
In reality, I had no idea how I was going to tell him I was fucking his sister. Hell, I had no idea how I was going to tell him I’d had a prior relationship with his sister. Justin was protective as fuck over Jessi, and the last thing I needed was for my best friend to beat my fucking face in. I saw how he got when men were around Jessi. There was some pimply asshat that invited her to prom her senior year of high school and Justin about jumped down the poor guy’s throat. And that was just for asking her to prom.
He’d kill me if he knew I was fucking around with his sister.
“Okay. Change of subject,” Justin said. “My father’s having this album release party tomorrow night. You in?”
“Hell yeah I’m in. I’m always in for your dad’s parties. After work, though. Tomorrow night’s dress rehearsal night with the designer. Sometimes that shit ends around eight, and I’ve been part of some that have gone until midnight.”
“Oh shit. Well, damn. Okay. I’ll text you the address. Just come by whenever you can. And dress nice. You know the drill with these things.”
“Should I come ready to be your wingman at that thing, too?” I asked.
“Nope. Because if I play my cards rights, I’m hoping that petite little redhead will be on my arm tomorrow night.”
“You do you the best way you know how and have no shame in your game,” I said.
“I’ll drink to that.”
We tapped our drinks together again as I relaxed into my seat. It was nice being out with Justin again. Before shit exploded in my face, we used to do this all the time. It was our Friday night ritual. Drinks, women, we went our separate ways, then we’d have breakfast Saturday morning and talk all about our nights between the legs of the gorgeous creatures we’d left with the night before.
Justin was still stuck in that world, which was fine. But I had graduated to other things.
To a woman no one would ever find in a place like this.
“Earth to Chris. Hello?”
“Sorry. Long fucking day. What was that?” I asked.
“I asked you if you’d talked to your mom since you came into town.”
I clenched my jaw as I felt my gaze harden.
“Shit, Chris. You still haven’t resolved that thing with her yet?” Justin asked.
“What she did was wrong. Everything about it was batshit crazy. That woman threatened to ruin my career over that piece-of-shit man. Of course I haven’t talked to her.”
“Fine. Okay. Sorry for asking. But I’m worried about you, if I’m gonna be honest.”
“There’s no need to worry,” I said.
“What happens if you come across her in town?”
“I’ll nod my head like I do every other stranger, then go on with my day.”
“You’ll just—treat your mother like a stranger.”
“She treated me like a common criminal. Compared to that, ignoring her is a damn favor.”
“Point taken. But still, she’s your mom,” he said.
“And I get where you’re coming from. Your family is wonderful. Your mother and father have a wonderful marriage and the two of them are really in it for the long haul. Not all of us are fortunate enough to have that family dynamic. It isn’t anything you can fix and it isn’t anything that’ll ever change.”
“I see why the girls like you now,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“They like a guy they can try to fix. You’re just broken enough to draw them in with their desire to patch up your life.”
“Do you think about anything other than sex?” I asked.
“Do you?” he asked.
I laughed at my friend as a smile crossed his face. Justin was the biggest fucking horndog I knew, but he had been there through everything. I owed him so much more than I could ever communicate to him, and I was glad he wasn’t angry that I dropped off the face of the planet for a time.
Especially since Jessi still was.
“I’m glad you’re back man,” Justin said. “To Friday nights and Saturday morning breakfasts.”
“Here, here,” I said.
Then we threw back our drinks, ordered some more, and shot the shit until the bartender signaled last call.
Just like old times.
Chapter 9
Jessi
Dress rehearsal day and as such, a madhouse. Everyone was dashing around, trying to tailor everything to the designer’s needs. Apparently, he was one of those people who wanted to come in and change everything at the last minute. Christopher was running around at his side like a pathetic personal assistant, and it made me grin every time the designer got onto him about something he didn’t like.
I knew the choreography was going to get changed last minute.
“All right, girls. Get in your heels and your practice skirts. The designer has some changes to the choreography, so I need you all alert and awake.”
I grinned and shook my head as I got ready to go on stage.
The designer was an asshat, but most of them were. I was used as an example and I grinned at the girls who were glaring at me. They hated the fact that plus-sized models were so in demand right now. They hated the fact that I had my own dressing room. They seethed at how Chris praised me and how the designer used my body to showcase the new choreography that ran right over what Chris was trying to do.
Fuck, it was the best day of my damn life.
I nailed the choreography after thirty minutes and was dismissed from the stage. Which left Chris alone with the pack of wild women that wanted to devour him whole. A bit of sweat was dripping down my back as I made it to my dressing room, and I was ready to cool down. I grabbed the ice cold bottle of water sitting on my vanity and sank onto the couch. I closed my eyes and ran the choreography through my head to make sure I had all of th
e changes the designer had made.
Then there was a knock on my door.
I ignored it and the knock came again. Probably one of the women wanting me to show them the turns again or something. I sighed and pushed myself up off the couch, my feet aching in the six-inch heels I was being tortured with.
But when I threw the door open, I didn’t see any of the girls.
Instead, I saw Chris.
“I see you picked up on the choreography pretty quickly,” he said.
“I see you didn’t,” I said, with a grin.
“Some designers come in and change things last minute. Comes with the territory, and I know how to go with it by now. Nice room, by the way.”
“Thanks. It comes with being a sought-out model.”
“I really underestimated where you’d taken your career,” he said.
“You did, yes.”
He chuckled and shook his head as he leaned against the doorway.
“I saw Justin last night,” he said.
“How’s my brother doing?” I asked.
“He invited me to your father’s album release party tonight. Will you be there?”
“Don’t know,” I said, shrugging. “I wasn’t planning on going.”
“I bet your father would enjoy having you there,” he said, as he stepped into my room.
“Which tells me you haven’t seen my family in a while,” I said.
“What makes you say that?” he asked.
He closed my dressing room door behind him and leaned against it.
“Family tensions can run—rough sometimes,” I said.
“Trust me, I get it,” he said, flatly.
There was a history there, and I wondered if it had anything to do with why he disappeared. The reality was, I knew about the release party. But I didn’t want to go. I wanted to stay in for the rest of my Saturday night and spend time with Caleb. Every time a show got down to the wire like this, he saw his nanny more than he saw me. And that always made me feel guilty. I wanted to wrap my body around my son and be there with him.
I didn’t want to stick him with his nanny again so I could go off and look into the eyes of a man who couldn’t stand my existence right now.
“Anything I can do to convince you to come?” Chris asked.
“Probably not. I wasn’t planning on going, so I was looking forward to a quiet night in before the big show,” I said.
“Oh, come on. It’s gonna be fun. And I’ll be there. Maybe we could play the game where we fake we haven’t seen each other in a while before sneaking off to the bathroom?”
“We’d have to play that game anyway if we didn’t want my brother killing us both,” I said, with a grin.
His hands came down onto my hips as he backed me into the wall. I watched his eyes dilate with lust as his body pressed against mine. I felt my tits rising to painful peaks, betraying how much I wanted him as I grinned up into his face. He was right where I wanted him. Unable to resist me and getting attached in ways he couldn’t yet see.
But he would when I threw everything back in his face.
Just like he had done to me.
His lips dipped down to mine and the kiss was kind. Quiet. Sensual. I slid my hands up his chest and gripped at his strength, committing his muscles to memory. Fire ignited in my toes as his tongue slid across my lips. My knees were growing weak in my heels as he pinned my hips to the wall.
“You want to do this here? Now?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Well, I won’t see you tonight. What other choice do I have?”
He bit down onto my lower lip, pulling a moan from my throat. I could feel his cock grinding against me. Teasing me and heating my body as his hand ran up my leg. His lips dipped to my neck, sucking on my skin as I sighed into his ear. I ran my hands through his hair as his arm hooked my leg around him. I could feel his hands reaching for the robe I had on. I felt him undoing it. Exposing my body underneath as he slid it from my shoulders.
I watched his eyes twinkle with delight as he stared at my voluptuous breasts.
“How the hell did I not know you hid in this room back here?” Chris asked.
“I’ll take that as your apology,” I said, with a grin.
The robe fell to the ground as he turned my body around. We both fell to the couch, his hands working my panties off my body. He shoved his pants down and pulled out his raging cock, slicking the head of it between my dripping folds. His lips connected with my chest, biting into my skin in places that would be covered from the crowd the next day. Little tidbits of our passion for my eyes only as my legs spread for him.
“Holy fuck, Jessi. You’re gorgeous.”
His words heated my core as he slid harshly into my pussy. His lips crashed against mine, stifling my groans as my hands flew around his neck. He snapped his hips against mine as my legs wrapped around him, and I could feel the palm of his hand traveling up my leg.
My tits bounced in his face as he burrowed into them. My hands wrung tightly in the tendrils of his hair. He rocked me against the couch as I bit down onto my lip, trying to keep myself silent as his fingertips found my aching clit. My legs jittered with delight. My clit swelled with every flick he delivered. I felt his cock growing against my walls, pressing into crevices only he had ever touched.
But I couldn’t’ hold it in any longer.
I couldn’t hold back his name.
“Chris. Chris. Yes. Oh—holy fuck.”
“Say my name. Say it again, Jessi. Louder.”
“Chris,” I said.
“Louder.”
“Chris,” I said with a moan.
“Louder!”
“Christopher!”
I shook with my orgasm as my pussy pulled him deeper into my body. He pounded into me, our foreheads connected as my back arched with ecstasy. His name poured from my lips like a desperate call for help. Whoever was around us would most certainly know who I was with.
And I didn’t give a shit who knew.
My pussy fluttered around his cock as he rolled deep into me. He threw my leg around his shoulder, then bent me in half. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my hands gripped his forearms. I felt his muscles twitching with the effort it took to fuck me as his lips peppered my naked skin with kisses.
“Holy—fuck—yes—”
My moans were choked as my second orgasm roared over my body. My toes curled and my leg cramped, but fuck did it feel good. My juices were dripping down my ass crack and the smell of our sex tainted my dressing room. I felt his hips stuttering as my walls massaged his cock, throbbing against me and threatening to spill forth.
“Jessi. Holy hell, sweet girl.”
He crashed his lips to mine again and I could feel them swelling underneath his contact. He stilled inside my body, painting my walls with his cum as we breathed one another’s air. My head was spinning with pleasure and electricity was coursing through my veins. I could feel my brain short-circuiting as he collapsed on top of me, my leg caught and my body shaking underneath his.
But tears rose to my eyes as I closed them, his words rattling around in my head.
Sweet girl.
I had missed those words.
Chapter 10
Christopher
I went home to clean myself up after the fun little moment I had with Jessi in her dressing room. How the fuck had I not known she had a dressing room? I couldn’t believe how Jessi’s career had taken off, despite the fact that she hadn’t shown much interest when the two of us were together. Well, she said she did. But every time I relived those days, the only interest she seemed to have was my cock.
Which I wasn’t complaining about. Not then, and certainly not now.
I took a hot shower and got ready for the party. I didn’t like the fact that Jessi wasn’t going. Something about that didn’t sit right with me. But it was a party and I was anxious to spend more time with Justin.
That, and have a good fucking time.
I pulled on a pair of dark
jeans and pulled a button-down shirt over my shoulders. A mixture of casual and dressed-up that the ladies couldn’t ignore. Not that I was interested in any of them, but the attention was nice. Especially when it pissed Justin off the way it did sometimes. It had always been that way between us. I was the ladies’ man and Justin was the rough asshole that women enjoyed hate-fucking. It worked for him and it worked for me, then we teased each other relentlessly about it.
That was how we rolled.
“Chris! Over here!”
I saw Justin flag me over as his father smiled at me.
“Christopher! Long time no see. How have you been?” his father asked.
“Doing all right,” I said. “And by the looks of this party, you’re recording career is going well.”
“It’s always been well,” he said. “What are you doing nowadays? Still working with models?”
“Choreography and setting the stage, yes. I’m in town for the latest fashion show a few blocks down the road,” I said.
“Well, it’s good to have you back. Will you be staying long?” he asked.
“All depends on where the job takes me,” I said, with a grin.
Just then, the phone on his hip rang and his attention was turned elsewhere.
“Excuse me, Christopher. Make yourself at home. Food and drinks are on me tonight. Enjoy yourself.”
“He always does around me, Dad. Don’t worry,” Justin said.
“Hey there, man.”
“Glad you could make it,” he said.
“So who’s the lucky artist?” I asked.
“See that girl over there? In the tight dress that makes her look like a disco ball?”
“And the flats? Why the hell is she wearing flats with that dress?”
“She’s a bigger girl. Guess she doesn’t wanna fall on her face.”
“You haven’t been around the bigger girls I have. Those women know how to rock heels better than any skinny woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Either way, that’s her. She’s this emerging artist that wants to fuse country and pop.”
