Surrendered

by LP Lovell

  “I’m sure you can…persuade him to take you.” I smirk.

  She rolls her eyes. “So crass.” She mutters under her breath. I laugh. She acts like such an innocent little prude, but she’s fucking Hugo, and holding his interest. She must be all kinds of nasty in bed to do that. The innocent act does not work with me.

  I feel a touch on my shoulder before warm lips touch my neck. Lilly’s scent engulfs me.

  “Hey.” She whispers against my ear as her arms wrap around my neck from behind.

  “Hey, sugar.”

  She moves to stand beside me. I twist the stool around and pull her between my legs. “I missed you.” I tell her. Her red hair is wet and plaited over one shoulder. She has on a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that reveal her long toned legs.

  “It was one day.” She grins.

  “True, but a whole day without this arse in my life.” I cup her arse cheeks in both hands. “That’s a fucking travesty sugar.”

  She giggles and presses her lips to mine. I pull her closer, pressing my now hard cock against her. I feel her smile against my lips and flick her tongue across my bottom lip. Damn, she makes me so hot.

  “Um, guys, I’m still here.” Molly says.

  Lilly pulls away and laughs. “Sorry.” She says whilst looking very unapologetic.

  Molly has a small smile on her face. She loves this shit. I know she was routing for me the entire time that Lilly was trying to cut me out.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m going to my room to watch a film.” She picks up her coffee and a massive bar of chocolate before leaving the kitchen.

  I focus on Lilly again. There are dark circles under her eyes, she looks like she needs some sleep.

  I brush my thumb under her eye. “You look tired.”

  “I haven’t been sleeping very well.” She frowns.

  “Me neither. I need you by my side.”

  Her lips quirk up. “You did not just say that.”

  “Yeah, I may have to check I didn’t just grow a vagina.” I smirk.

  “I think I might have vomited in my mouth a little.” Her smile gets wider.

  “Shit, we’d best go and have a mindless fuck so I can redeem my manliness.”

  “Yeah, that might work.” She nods.

  I stand up and grab her by the back of her thighs, throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals with laughter. I love that sound.

  I walk her through the flat until I reach her bedroom. I throw her on the bed. She looks up at me in a way that has all the blood in my body evacuating southward. She sits up and grabs the hem of her tank top, pulling it over her head. Her tits are full and perky, her nipples standing to attention. She’s the stuff dreams are made of, really dirty, pornographic dreams.

  She crooks her finger at me. I don’t need much encouragement. I push her back on the bed until her body is pressed against mine. My lips crush hers, fighting for dominance as she pushes back with equal force. She claws at my shirt, ripping the buttons free as quickly as she can. I duck my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her hands fly to my hair as she moans. I reach for the hem of her shorts…and my phone rings in my pocket. I ignore it and slip my hand beneath her waistband. I stroke her clit and she almost leaps off the bed. I smile and release her nipple.

  “Sensitive?” I grin.

  She doesn’t answer me, just lays there panting and writhing, this is how I like her, desperate and wanton. My phone rings again. “For fucks sake.” I growl.

  “Just answer it.” She says.

  I sigh and press the green button. “This had best be fucking good.” I growl without even looking to see who it is.

  “You need to come sort her out.” Miles says cryptically. Fuck. I stand up and walk away from Lilly slightly. Facing away from her.

  “Why? What’s going on?”

  “She won’t change her statement, and she’s laying down some pretty fucking bold accusations that could really fuck your girl over.” He says. Miles is pretty good at handling this stuff, so if he’s calling me then it must be serious.

  “Okay, meet me at my house, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I hang up and check my watch. Damn, this is going to fuck up my night. My cock is throbbing, and screaming at me to fuck Lilly before I go.

  “You have to go.” She says, disappointment leaking into her voice. I turn around. She’s still topless, but she’s sat up with her knee’s pulled up to her chest and her arms hugging her legs.

  “I’m sorry sugar. It’s important, I promise.” I don’t want to tell her about her mum, I’m worried that it will either cause her more stress or send her on the war path. I want to take care of this for her. For once, I don’t want it to all fall on her shoulders. “I’ll come back and spend the night with you, okay.” I lean over the edge of the bed and kiss her forehead.

  She nods and feigns a smile, trying to hide her disappointment. “Okay.”

  Miles is parked outside my house when I get there. He gets out of the car as soon as the taxi pulls up.

  “This had best be good.” I snap. I’m tired and horny, not a good fucking combination.

  “You’ll want to hear this.” Miles says quietly. I glance at Jane stood behind him. She glares at me fiercely.

  “Fine. Come in the house.” I unlock the door and disable the alarm system.

  I lead them both upstairs, and despite my distaste for the woman, offer them both a seat in my office. It sounds ridiculous, but I don’t want her in my house. I don’t want her in my living space.

  “What is so important that I have to come and meet you right now?” I grate.

  “I’m not changing my statement, and if you don’t want Lilly and Harry serving a life sentence then you will pay me five million pounds by tomorrow.” I laugh, a lot. Seriously? When I’ve got control of myself I meet her eyes again. Her nostrils flare as her eyes narrow at me. Well, apparently that pissed her off. I glance at Miles who looks far too serious.

  “Why the fuck would I do that?”

  “Because they murdered Shaun, and I can prove it.” She grins sadistically.

  CHAPTER NINE

  LILLY

  It’s Friday night, and it’s also Halloween. Hugo is throwing a huge Halloween party at Allure. He’s closed the entire club for the night for an invitation only party. Only Hugo would possibly justify losing a Friday night’s worth of earnings, just so he can watch his array of hot models dress in slutty outfits. These boys have far too much money.

  With all the shit that’s been going on lately, I think that a party is just what I need. It’s been a while since I’ve done fancy dress, but Hugo is insisting that everyone dress up. Nobody wants to be the boring person that didn’t bother.

  Molly is going as a vampire, the sparkly red eyed type. Yep, she went there. She’s wearing a cheek skimming dress and those infamous thigh high boots. When people say that Halloween is just an excuse for women to dress like sluts, it’s so true. I had a last minute mad dash for a costume and am going as a creepy doll, again, my dress barely covers my arse. George is going as batman, and Harry is the Joker. Don’t ask.

  I haven’t seen Theo for a couple of days, and it’s been nearly a week since we’ve slept in the same bed. He never came back when he left on Sunday night. I’ve been limited to brief visits and lunchtime meetings. He didn’t even ask how the lunch meeting with Hardy went, and given his volatile reaction, I expected to be hounded. As it is, Hardy was suspiciously boring. I waited for an ulterior motive, but none came. I told him I couldn’t help him and he accepted it. I think he just wanted me to ask Theo. He wanted Theo to know that he had approached me. Why else would he even ask me to approach Theo. They obviously dislike each other, and Theo was obviously going to say no. Needless to say, I’m not fucking happy about being dragged into their stupid bloody pissing match.

  I decided to go and see Cassie again yesterday. She seems much better. They tell me that she’s almost ready for release.

  I need to speak to Theo about Cassie. Sh
e’s going to need some support, and somewhere to live. I don’t want to push him though. I have no idea what is going on with him, or what has him distancing himself, but if there’s one sure fire way to piss him off, it’s talking about Cassie.

  Either way, I’m not going to broach the subject tonight. Lately it always seems to feel like a business meeting when we’re together. There are always issues to be resolved, things we need to discuss. We can never just be. Tonight, I just want to have fun and forget about our ever increasing issues. Theo said he would meet me here, as he had some stuff to catch up on. Usually he would always want to pick me up, but I’m desperately trying not to look too deeply at the distance he keeps putting between us. I’m hoping he’s just tired, but a small insecure voice in my head keeps whispering that maybe he’s just realised that he can’t handle all my shit.

  Allure is decorated to the nine’s. There are enough severed limbs, skeletons and cobwebs to create our own horror movie. The dancers are all in fancy dress. Some have on full body skeleton cat suits, whilst another is dressed as the black swan, with her tutu and mask. Considering how big the club is, and the fact that it’s a private party, there are a lot of people here. It’s an open bar, and the drinks are flowing.

  “First round is on me.” George shouts.

  “Doesn’t count!” I reply. Next time we go out, he’ll say he bought a round. Stingy fucker.

  He smiles widely and winks at me. I glance around. I can’t see Theo, but he’s almost always late at the moment. For someone who supposedly doesn’t really run his business he’s putting in a lot of time at the office.

  George brings back two pitchers of…something, and two rounds of tequila shots. “Get it down you girls, and dance like you’re being paid for it.” He crotch thrusts at me.

  “I will, if you stop thrusting at my eye level.” Molly swats at him as he edges his offending crotch nearer to her. “George! You are gross.” She laughs.

  I down the two shots. God, tequila never gets any better, no matter how many times you drink it. It definitely has the desired effect though. The burn tracks down my throat, bringing with it a familiar comfort, the comfort of a guaranteed oblivion. It’s a free one way ticket to a good time. Leave your troubles at the door, along with your dignity.

  I stick a straw in the pitcher and sip. I have no idea what it is, but it’s better than tequila. I catch Molly glancing around the club.

  “Who you looking for Mole?” I tease.

  She turns and glares at me. “No-one.” God, she’s so obvious.

  “Uh-huh.” I catch George’s eye as he grins and starts making a blow job gesture behind Molly. I laugh. He is such a child. I look around and notice that Harry is nowhere to be seen. “Where is Harry?”

  “He pulled some chick at the bar and went to ‘dance’.” He shrugs. “Clothed sex.” He slides into the booth next to Molly and throws an arm across the back of the seat behind her.

  “My. Brother.” I say slowly.

  He shrugs. “I’ve told you before Lill’s, it is not my fault that your brother is hot, and it’s definitely not my fault he’s a slut.” Molly covers her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her laugh.

  “He is not a slut.” I grumble. George cocks an incredulous eyebrow at me. “Okay, he’s a slut. Ugh, gross.”

  “If you’re talking about me, then thank you very much. I pride myself on it.” Hugo says as he drops onto the seat next to me and slides toward me, pressing his bare thigh against mine. Yes, bare, because he is wearing a nurse’s outfit, you know the kind you buy in a sex shop, with missing nipple holes. It’s Hugo, I should come to expect these things, and yet…he still manages to shock me.

  “Hugo, slut is far too tame a word for what you are.” I tell him. I glance at Molly whose face is a picture as she takes in Hugo’s attire.

  “Ah, gee, thanks beautiful.” He gushes. Seriously? I think he might have a screw lose.

  “Honestly. What are you wearing?” I shake my head.

  He grins and starts rubbing his nipples through the gaps in his dress. Jesus, only Hugo. “Does it turn you on Lilly?” He bats his eyelashes at me.

  “Actually, I think I was just sick in my mouth a little.”

  He leans back in his seat. “I’m just too much man for you. It’s okay, Theo is as close to perfection as you’ll get without getting the real deal.” He gestures the length of his body and I can’t help but laugh.

  “Wow Hugo, just wow.” I literally have no words.

  He grins. “I know you’re in awe of my manliness.” He shakes his head. George and Molly are both grinning. I have to give it to Hugo, you can’t be miserable around him. “Anyway, you ladies are looking hot.” He flicks his eyes over Molly’s body, and I suddenly feel the need to look away. He’s practically raping her with his eyes. “Although, the eyes are creeping me out a little.” Her lips quirk up at the side.

  “You were looking at her face?” I mumble.

  “Um, what about me?” George chirps in.

  “Dude, cut me some slack…I’m not trying to get in your pants.”

  George laughs. “But, you are trying to get in Lilly’s?”

  Hugo shrugs. “Well, if I could…” He smirks and quirks an eyebrow at me.

  “I’d rather go celibate for the rest of my life.” I move away from him slightly. He follows me, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer.

  “Lilly, you really need to get over this aversion you have toward me.” He winks and flashes me that cocky grin of his.

  “Never.” I shake my head. I look from Molly to Hugo and back again. Time for George and I to disappear I think. “George, come dance with me before I vomit at the sight of Hugo’s legs.”

  “Sure.” George stands up laughing. I manage to untangle myself from Hugo and exit the booth.

  “Hey, Lilly.” I flick my gaze back around to Hugo. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” He wiggles his eyebrows and starts to inch his dress up.

  “Lets go!” I shout at George. I can’t help but laugh. Hugo is such an animal.

  George leans in close to my ear as we make our way through the crowd of moving bodies. “He is the last person I ever expected Molly to go for.” He says.

  I snort. “Tell me about it.” I always pictured Molly with the perfect guy, to match her ideal story book romance. Hugo, is about as far from that guy as is physically possible. I glance over my shoulder to find them sat side by side. Hugo has his arm around her shoulder, and his lips at her ear. She has a brilliant smile on her face, and she looks genuinely happy. I suppose happiness comes in unexpected forms.

  As soon as we reach the dance floor Thriller plays. George squeals like a girl. I swear, that boy knows every move. I laugh so hard my sides hurt, as I watch him re-enact MJ, zombie dance and all.

  George and I dance for ages. He spins me around the floor and lifts me, as I squeal, because the whole fucking club can see my arse in this scrap of a dress. It’s been so long since I’ve danced with him. I’ve barely had time to dance at all recently, and I can feel it in my tense limbs. Dancing is my therapy.

  An hour later, and I’ve had four more tequila shots. My head is swimming, and I’m on the dance floor with Harry, Molly and Hugo. This time it’s George that’s wondered off in pursuit of a little action. There’s a weird kind of stand-off going on between Hugo and my brother. It’s no secret that Molly has a thing for Harry, and well, my brother is a bit of a hit with the girls…and guys, according to George. Molly dances with both of them, seemingly unaware of the testosterone fuelled pissing match going on. Every time one of them touches her, it’s a little more sensuous, with just a little more hip thrust, or a more daring brush of the lips. Boys! Molly seems completely unaware. What is hilarious though, is Hugo trying to go all alpha male, whilst wearing a dress, with his nips out. I eventually try and put an end to it, and elbow Harry in the ribs. He faces me and I give him a warning scowl. He gives me the finger and resumes doing exactly what he was doing before, chec
king out Molly’s arse.

  He’s known Molly as long as I have. Their relationship is almost sibling like, but not quite. He would do anything for her, and in many ways they are just like brother and sister. The problem is this, they’re not, and they are both attracted to each other. That has always been abundantly clear. Harry cannot hold down a relationship though, he never has. I love him, but I don’t want him adding my best friend to his list of conquests and subsequent heartbreak’s. It would make things…weird. Clearly Hugo is going to do the same, but that collision course is already set in motion, and he’s not my brother. Gross.

  I give up trying to death glare Harry into behaving, and decide to go off and find George. I eventually find him dancing with a seriously hot little number. He has tall dark and handsome nailed. He’s lean, unlike George’s muscled frame. George pulls out all his best moves, and I’m not going to lie, if I was that guy, I’d be in a puddle on the floor by now. George grabs my hand, pulling me between them. Hell, I’m not complaining about being sandwiched between two hot men. I have George pressed to my front and his friend to my back. I’m drunk and laughing as George spins me away from him. He lets go and I stagger a few steps. The air rushes out of me as a strong pair of arms catch me, and then wrap around me. My skin prickles with awareness, as my body is instinctively drawn to him. I can feel the heat of his chest pressing against my back, even through my dress. I smile as his lips move to my neck, delivering the most gentle of kisses. He spins me away from him and then pulls me up against his front, so we’re chest to chest.

  “Hello, officer.” I smile wide. Theo’s blue eyes meet mine, dancing with amusement. He’s dressed as a policeman, as if my womb needed any more excuse to have a stroke in his presence. Fuck. Me. He looks so hot.

  Theo smirks and drops his lips to my ear. “How did you know it was me?”

  It takes me a while to reel my tongue in enough to be able to answer. “I always know when it’s you. Otherwise you may have found yourself with a kneecap in your groin.”