by Shayne Ford
I’m hell bent to fuck her memory out of my mind.
As we reach the hallway, I take a sharp turn for the elevator, dragging Alana with me. Ron’s voice rings out behind me, a smile coloring his voice.
“Hey... River?”
Without turning, I wave him away. The last thing I want right now is to see Nora’s eyes.
“So early?”
I catch the undertone. I can only imagine the wolfish grin splashed on Ron’s face.
“Yeah, I’m busy, tonight.”
Alana cares to turn a happy face to them, smiling like a fox before we step into the elevator.
I’m a male who has options and knows women. They’re not all the same. They don’t want the same things, nor do they want to give the same things to a man.
In time, I learned to figure them out. I give them exactly what they want and I take exactly what I desire, provided they have what I’m looking for.
It’s a fair exchange in my opinion. Nothing less, nothing more.
Tucking the towel on my hips as low as I can, I slither back into the bedroom. Lying on my bed, propped on her elbow, wearing only a smile, Alana floats her gaze over me as if I’m some God.
I arch my back and tighten my abs like the pervert fuck that I am. Her gaze dips below my waist, taking in my bulge. I can almost see the outline of my cock flashing in her eyes.
“Shit, River...”
Running the tip of her tongue over her lips, she watches me with captivated eyes and squeezes her thighs together, craving me again as if I didn’t carve myself out of her body only moments ago.
Good to know I didn’t lose my touch after almost three months of drought.
Since she’s completely distracted, I use the opportunity to slide Layla’s tag off my necklace. Careless, I toss it in a drawer and replace it with my old dog tags. She can’t take her eyes off my body.
Lifting an eyebrow, I flash a knowing smile.
“What?”
“I’ve heard rumors...” she says.
My grin goes panoramic.
“What kind of rumors?”
“You know, women losing their heads over you...”
“Uh-huh...”
Widening my stance, I clasp my hands on my hips. Her eyes dip to my package again.
“Now, I know why...”
She swallows hard.
Without breaking my smile, I narrow my eyes, pondering over something else she’s qualified to swallow.
She’s not someone who needs direction, and that makes her the perfect candidate for my bed.
As if she reads my mind, she shifts her body, pulls up, bends her knees under her, and positions herself to face my crotch. I look down, my eyes tracing her slowly from her lips to her enhanced breasts, to her open legs.
Her eyes twinkle with delight.
Without much introduction, she yanks the towel off me, wraps her hand around my cock and fills her mouth. My fingers weave into her hair as I press her head against my shaft.
If nothing else, I was right about her.
She fucks me whichever way I want while I make sure she leaves my bed satisfied.
It’s dirty and emotionless, and it’s also the way life works.
Learning my lessons from the past, I establish ground rules from the get-go. I’m not emotionally available, and that’s not up for negotiation.
I’m not exclusive with her.
However, she needs to be with me if she wants access to my bed. I’m not going to tolerate her with other men. I mean, she’s free to do it, but once I get wind of it, she’s off my list.
She accepts my conditions, nodding, her mouth filled with me, and I take it as a sign of good will.
On top of that, we can walk away from the arrangement without notice or further explanation. Once either side breaks the deal, it’s final, and we move on.
For the next few weeks, I manage to keep everything in balance.
We tour the country. Alana makes herself available anytime I give it a go, and she follows my rules with the diligence of a third grader eager to win a prize.
Once in a while, I crave something else, something that catches my eye, something I fancy. I don’t rub it in anyone’s face, especially not hers.
Everything is handled with discretion. It’s never emotional or public, and it’s always carefully vetted. I’m not a free for all club, I’m a man with standards after all, and right now, cruel like a fucking bastard, but I don’t give a shit.
Frozen inside, I can’t thaw without blowing off the lid and creating a disaster.
10
The summer break is almost here. A week before our last concert in LA, I throw a private party, and that’s a first. I’ve never entertained people in my home.
Keen to tarnish the haunting memories, I figure an organized orgy might do the trick.With more security than a night club, the screening is beyond strict. No guns or drugs. Yeah, I’m weird that way. Anyone with an attitude gets thrown out.
Dressed in a dark pair of destroyed jeans and a matching ripped, studded shirt, I lean against a wall table, and sip brandy from an ice-filled glass while scanning the room filled with beautiful women and inebriated musicians.
Popular with those who’ve gotten their hands on some tail, the lounge chairs strain under their locked bodies. Some braless action goes on in the pool.
Like the devil himself presiding over hell, I grin with satisfaction.
Busy with a PR industry heavyweight, Alana converses in the far corner of the room. From time to time, she swivels her head in my direction, keeping tabs on me.
Yeah, like that will work...
Right behind her, Ron entertains a group of producers. Without Nora, of course. I’ve never seen her in LA which makes me believe she’s officially the East Coast babe.
That’s why it doesn’t surprise me that he’s not alone.
Wrapped around him, a curvaceous redhead curls an arm around his neck, his hand resting casually on her perky ass.
A repeat fuck, by all means.
Unhurried, my gaze skims the dance floor. Sweaty bodies move and grind, following the hypnotic beat. Taking my pick, I enjoy the show.
There’s no better way to spot a good lay than a dance floor. After all, dance is a form of self-love.
A hot dancer, matching the rhythm perfectly, shaking her hips to the beat of a tune, gives plenty of clues on her sexual drive and the level of comfort with her body.
My gaze rolls over the toned legs of a tall blonde, whose dress, pushes at the seams, begging to be taken off.
Hmm. I might be able to help her.
Eyes shut, she moves her body, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings. Yeah, I don’t buy it. She’s been dancing in my corner for the last half hour, pushing away any suitor.
Planting her heels on the floor, she widens her stance and sways her hips, fucking the air, laying down the invitation. A blind could see it.
I grin.
As if her front didn’t do enough for her bid, she turns her back and shimmies her ass. I’m getting quite the itch now, and I’m just about to get in her game, when the image of two hotties clasped like love bugs, catches my eyes.
See, therein lies the problem.
The competition is tough, and my attention fickle. My eyes glaze over the blonde. As if she senses that my focus has shifted, she swivels to me and opens her eyes, casting me a loaded stare.
Didn’t I say?
Following my gaze, she spots the beneficiaries of my attention and her rhythm breaks.
Not far from where I reign, two hot women make out.
Everybody stares, overtly like me, or discreetly like Blondie. The two women dance, sort of, if open mouth kissing, cupping mounds and kneading breasts qualify as dancing.
I squint long enough to spot a hand sliding up between the brunette’s legs. Half of the male audience adjusts their dicks, and I’m not far from doing the same.
The little erotic show moves under a beam of strobing light, and Th
alia glances at me over Cassie’s shoulder.
Knock me over with a feather. I bring my glass to my lips to hide my surprise.
All grown up, flaunting a hot body, Cassie rolls her hips as Thalia locks her lips.
My gaze plummets on Cassie’s long, lean legs and her little, hard ass encased in a silver mini dress. Black hair cascades down her back.
I’ll be damn.
No wonder Thalia keeps her hidden. It’s been four years since she introduced her to me. An eighteen-year-old at that time, she was sweet and shy, barely talking. Especially when Thalia was around. I’ve never seen Cassie since. Thalia made sure we never crossed paths again.
I raise my eyes, just in time to meet Thalia’s stare. A mischievous smile glints in her eyes. Clad in a mini dress, she moves lasciviously, rubbing her body against Cassie’s.
I watch their teasing dance, my thoughts spinning out of control.
Tipping her head back, Thalia parts her lips and lets out a small laughter. The image of her open mouth haunts me for a solid minute.
I pull my gaze away.
“Hey!”
“Hmm?”
With my mind not all back in my head, I bat my lashes a few times as if I fight an invisible mosquito. Inches away from my face, Blondie waves her hand, eager to snap me out of my erotic fantasy. By all means, not a great way to make acquaintance.
Magnanimous, I deign to lay my eyes on her.
“Great party,” she says as she catches my gaze.
“Thanks.”
“I’m Cheyenne.”
Smart enough, she doesn’t offer her hand. She figured I'd leave her hanging.
“Uh-huh.”
“Cheyenne Lloyd. I worked for you.”
Now, she gets all my attention. Taking a swig, I glance over the rim of my glass.
“You did?” I ask incredulously.
Crushing ice between my teeth, I stare at her, baffled. Shit, I don’t even remember when was the last time I hired a stripper.
“Dexter&Lloyd? The law firm?”
A fucking lawyer? Is she serious? That’s how they make lawyers these days?
Damn, she’s not just any lawyer. She’s a partner. Keen to revamp the horrible first impression, I try to sound clever.
“Really? I don’t remember you.”
“I worked the details of the deal. We’ve never actually met. You talked to John Dexter. I drew up the contract. “
“That explains everything,” I say, pulling an aristocratic grin out of my ass.
The ‘deal’ she had worked on, brought in a cool couple of millions to her firm. Quite the happy ending for a week’s worth of work.
Narrowing my eyes, I stare at the bottom of my glass, suddenly in a contemplative mood.
I might lose my flair. All along, I thought she was chasing my ass.
“Well, pleased to meet you, Cheyenne.”
My hand connects with hers in a longer than a customary shake. As I cradle her hand, I scan her body.
A soft exhale escapes her lips, a rush of adrenaline rocking her chest while a small, nervous smile spreads across her face as her eyes sink into mine.
My lips curl into a sly grin. The game is certainly on.
As I take inventory of Blondie, an arm snakes around me, coming from behind.
Flashing an elegant smile, Cheyenne looks for a dignifying way out. She hands me her business card.
“Call me... in case you need other legal advice.”
“Sure. I will.”
As she slips her card in my hand, I sense the tremor in her hand. For a moment, we share a stare, sealing another kind of deal.
Tucking her card in my pocket, I tip my head back, giving her a slow smile. Her eyes glint in response, her lips creasing into a sensual grin.
Swiftly, she excuses herself and slices her way out of the room. My gaze follows her, fascinated by the bouncing of her ass against her slinky dress.
Just when I start imagining shit I’d like to do to Blondie’s ass, Thalia glides in front of me, and blocks my view. Her head cocks to the side.
“What was that all about?”
The devil grins ear to ear. I let out a soft chuckle.
“A business transaction.”
“For what? An escort?”
“Yeah... sort of.”
We share a small chuckle before she inches closer, and leans on me. A playful smile lifts the corner of her lips.
Out of politeness, I glance at Cassie and then back to Thalia, pretending I have no idea what this is all about.
“What’s going on?” I ask innocently.
Steps away, Cassie undulates her body, lost in the beat of the music.
“Have you two been drinking?” I ask.
“A little.”
“A ‘little’ to regret things or a ‘little’ to enjoy things?”
“A little to enjoy things... I was thinking...”
Her gaze dips to my mouth, her hips pressing flush against my groin. The heat coming from between her thighs meets my hard cock. Holding my eyes, she slinks her hand between us. As if she reads my mind.
She makes an upward motion, grazing the ridge of my swollen cock with her fingers. It’s only a fleeting moment, and yet her touch sends an electrical pulse through my body, making my cock twitch.
Spreading my legs slightly, I ease some of the tension. Swiftly, she wedges herself between my legs, her hands gripping my hips.
Smiling, I roll my lip under my teeth and examine her eyes. I only find heat and mischief.
Without breaking her stare, she presses her mound against my crotch, and slowly rubs herself against my dick.
A small smile rolls to her lips as she sneaks her hand between us again and palms my cock.
I swallow a groan.
If she wants to tell me something, she needs to do it fast before my fly bursts open. Instead of silly talking, she grips my neck, pulls me closer and locks my lips.
Hard like fuck, I unfold my arms, wrap them around her, and kiss her back. While normally I would show a smidgen of restraint, the alcohol removes that possibility. Rolling my tongue inside her mouth, I remember what a good kisser she is. Like...
The fuck!
I swat the thought to the side.
My hand goes down her ass while I slip the other between us, palming a breast and play with it. Aroused, she moans and strokes my shaft through my pants, making me as hard as the table I’m propped on.
The zipper at the front of her dress ignites my imagination. Multitasking, my fingers explore her dress. Wait. For added convenience there are two zippers. One pulls down, opening the dress from neckline to the waist. The other pulls up, doing the same thing from hem to the waist. That’s what I call progressive fashion.
I tug at the first one and pull it down, and then I slip my hand inside her dress, brushing her bare chest. Her nipples scratch my hand, a groan rolling off her lips.
I bring the other hand between us and pull the second zipper up. My hand slips between her thighs. Flicking her panties to the side, I trace her wet clit with my fingers and start stroking her.
Dripping wet arousal, she’s aching for some action.
She licks my lips and sucks my tongue, moaning and rocking against my hand while rubbing my cock.
If she’s into women only, I’m a fucking ninja.
It’s dark enough not to look like an overt operation, but anyone with the imagination of a frog could figure out what we’re doing.
Cassie steps closer.
At this point, I’m quite unsure about the dynamic of their relationship. Unless it’s painted on her face, Cassie wears a genuine, happy smile. Hard to tell, if she’s high on something, or Thalia put a spell on her.
As she gets a clearer view of us, her eyes sparkle, her lips parting. Leaning against the wall, she casts me a glance that makes my cock stir. She looks like she waits for her turn... with me. Now that’s a thought that can only make me harder.
From across the room, an icy, blue sta
re shreds me to pieces. Like I give a damn.
I breathe into Thalia.
“If you care to get me hard, you better have a fucking plan...”
“Your bedroom. Upstairs. We’ll wait for you,” she murmurs, nibbling on my lips.
I break our kiss, sober for a moment.
“We?”
I look into her eyes.
A naughty smile rushes through her gaze. She glances at Cassie. It turns out, I’m already in a three-way conversation.
I shake my head, in disbelief.
“Are you sure? ”
She nods.
“Are you both sure? ”
“Mmm-hmm.”
I motion to Cassie.
“I need to hear from Cassie...”
Cassie gives me a soft nod. Fuck me. I turn my gaze to Thalia.
“You might regret it later on.”
“I doubt.”
I take my hands off her, pull her zippers closed, adjust myself, and fold my arms across my chest.
“Is anyone off limits?”
“In theory... she is. ”
Gazing at Cassie, I rub my chin.
“You didn’t put much thought in it, did you?”
Laughing, she twirls away, curls her arm around Cassie and hauls her to the exit. Inhaling a long, much-needed breath, I shove my hands into my pockets and try to cool down. Easier said than done, when my gaze follows them, glued to their tight, little asses.
When it rains, it pours.
As they vanish out of my sight, swallowed by the ocean of tossing, sweaty bodies, a strange feeling hovers over me.
As surreal and arousing this moment is, for some unexplained reason, I slowly slip out of it, the music fading away, the background turning into a blur.
My gaze sweeps the people as flashes from the past sneak up on me, bringing into focus a different time... A time when my home was a beautiful sanctuary. A place of peace and solitude. And then a place of love.
A ghost hovers over the crowd as Layla’s image passes through, a fleeting moment at first before it fills the full frame of my memory.
Moments of the past, clipped together, fade into each other, wrapped in flickering lights and soft shadows, the bits and pieces of our time together.
Her eyes, shining brightly, overflowing with love. The love that once had filled my heart. Our smiles and words and laughter, all intertwined, and then the happiness pouring into our hearts.
