The Significant Other (The Relationship Quo Series Book 4)

by Nicole Strycharz

  My sister was in bed beside me with her back to us and by her breathing, she was asleep too.

  “Wow, we really invaded your space,” I said.

  “It’s very irritating, so drink faster,” he drank from his own cup too. I smiled a little. “Do you remember what happened?” He asked.

  I thought back, “I remember that first hit, the second is fuzzy…”

  “It was one of Jax’s guys. Thought you were Jolee.” He sounded like he was telling me about what made grass green. No emotion. “Liam stopped it.”

  I saw now that Liam had a black eye and an ugly bruise on his jaw. “He did?”

  “Yeah.” He took another sip around his next words, “So I hired him at the bar.” I beamed but he slanted his eyes, “I can fire him just as quickly.” He reminded.

  “You care about me…” I sang it a little.

  “Why would you think that?”

  “Why else would you hire Liam? He protected me and you’re giving him a job…” I grinned, “I think I wormed my way into your heart… like a cuddly bunny.”

  “More like a termite.”

  “Thank you,” I rubbed my sore abdomen, “Is Adam okay?”

  “Adam had to be held down by Knox, Blaze, and Zeus. He was… I’m fairly sure, about to commit murder.”

  I looked at Adam. He was long and broad. Too broad for the chair he was sleeping in but he was also dark looking. Making me want him the way it used to be. “I don’t think he would go that far.”

  “Yes, he would. Last night he almost did. Adam isn’t docile. He’s just not had a reason to be anything else…” He admired Adam with me for a minute. Who couldn’t? The way that man breathed was sexy. His hair stood out all over like static was holding it out and he still looked irresistible.

  Then I let it sink in that Chance is watching Adam the way I am. With total admiration. We both love the same guy and only one of us will make the cut.

  “Are we okay now?” I asked.

  I felt Chance stroke the side of my neck before tucking my hair behind my ear. “If you get all your royal subjects out of my living space, we will be.”

  I smiled and rolled my eyes before taking another sip. My eyes fell on Jolee. He followed my gaze, “Watch her.” He said. “She’s not what she seems.”

  “She’s my sister.”

  “Only sometimes, Sweet Girl.”

  ADAM

  Chloe is set to perform tonight. The stage looks like a pole dancer’s paradise. The equipment is heavy yet installing it took a day and a half. I welcome the singing break. I don’t know why but Trixie and I are out of sorts when we sing. It’s like not being a couple has ruined our chemistry on stage.

  Plus I think we are both sexually frustrated as hell. We had a healthy sex life and now there is nothing and there has been nothing in a long time.

  Getting ready for Chloe’s performance, I went into the bathroom out of habit to brush my teeth while she showered. That’s when I heard the soft moaning and the sound of the waterproof vibrator I bought her last year.

  Foam dropped from my mouth from all the sounds as I paused on brushing my teeth to fight the hard on. I don’t necessarily want Trix but I do need something.

  In my perverted state, I knocked over a bunch of her feminine products on the sink and she heard it. Her face appeared around the shower curtain with a mortified look.

  “Adam! Get the fuck out!”

  “I didn’t hear anything, I swear,” I said around the toothbrush in my mouth. I took it out and spit, “It’s a habit…”

  “Break it! If we are taking a time-out that means ‘wait in line for the bathroom’ buddy! Also, means don’t eavesdrop!”

  I gave her a ‘come on,’ look, “Really? I taught you how to even make those sounds. Is it really the end of the world if-?”

  “One more word and I will sling this soap bar so hard at your head you’ll need to get it surgically removed!”

  “You’re bitchy because you are horny.” I snapped before heading out of the bathroom.

  “Yeah? What’s your excuse?” She shot back.

  I narrowed my eyes at her and cocked my jaw. “I have nudes on my phone that would look great on the internet if you keep it up.”

  She cut her eyes right back, “Threatening me with revenge porn just proves my point. Maybe if you played the five knuckle shuffle, or had someone else play it for you…”

  I closed the door behind me so I wouldn’t have to listen. I don’t need to jerk off to release tension. Later in the night, I found my way over to Trixie, though. I needed to check on her since she decided working so soon after the attack was okay.

  “Sure you are good to work?” I asked her as she bustled by me with a tray.

  “I’m fine. I feel great.” She set her tray down at the bar where Liam now worked. He set two of the five drinks she needed on her tray and then went for a mixer. “In fact,” she winked at me, “since my shower, I feel like spring time in the Rockies.”

  Laughed then turned serious, “Just,” I jerked my head toward the door, “don’t go out without one of us, okay?”

  She gave me a ‘sure’ look. “Yeah, I won’t.”

  “Just until this shit with your sister calms down.”

  She took back her tray and winked again before zooming off. I looked back and saw Chance talking to Gabe from across the other side of the bar. The two of them were head to head in conversation but Chance smiled more than usual and though it’s a beautiful sight it’s annoying.

  Gabe Gilmore is a hot Brit with obvious game. I went their way to socialize but more because I dislike seeing them talk. “Hello again,” said Gabe as he sat back in his stool and nodded to me.

  Chance pulled back from across the bar and looked me up and down.

  I sat a seat down from Gabe, “Hey, am I interrupting?”

  “No,” Gabe held up his phone, “I was showing Chance more pictures actually. I tend to dote when it comes to my daughter.”

  I smiled because even if I don’t like him talking to Chance, his love for his family is admirable. “So, what about her mother?”

  He grinned, “Her mother is a queen,” he sifted through his phone and showed us a picture of her holding their daughter. She wore a bright yellow sundress, with red hair swept up in a loose ponytail and tendrils all down her neck. She was gorgeous.

  “Beautiful,” I nodded.

  Chance leaned his hip into the bar, “Yet, Gabe lets it run free…” he teased.

  Gabe turned off his phone and pocketed it, “It’s not like that. She’s different. She’s… more to me, than all that.”

  I frowned and spun the drink menu under my fingers, “She’s hot and you obviously care. You have a kid already. Why not?”

  He looked to Chance a minute then shook his head slowly. I could swear there was a longing in his eyes. Maybe I misjudged and it wasn’t him that was letting her run free.

  Chance smiled, “Gabe is a womanizer of epic proportions. That might have something to do with it…” he said.

  “No,” Gabe hesitated. “Not with Brianna, even when I meant to, it wasn’t like that. I love her very much, but… we co-parent. Our love is rooted in Willow…our daughter. We discussed it once…it would be so easy but there is something missing… maybe for her more than me.” He admitted.

  How he said it made me burn inside as Trixie went by behind him. I love her so much but yes, something is missing for both of us.

  I needed to ground myself and my choices, “But sometimes you have to keep trying.” I tried to sound convincing, “If you’re with someone and it’s easy like you said, then you should make it work.”

  He looked pained by the conversation, “Can’t be forced, mate. It’s either there or it isn’t. My daughter’s mother will always be part of me and will always be in my life. She’s my family but being in love with the idea of someone isn’t the same as being in love with them.”

  Chance watched me assess that like he wanted to see me choke on th
e words. Like he was screaming at me that my relationship with Trix was the same.

  Zeus went up on stage to introduce Chloe and it distracted us. Bianca was running her music and the crowd was settling down to watch and listen. I still felt Chance watching me, though.

  HandClap by Fitz & The Tantrums came on as her first song and I swiveled my chair to see well.

  Chloe is a gorgeous woman; a true dancer’s body with the face to match. She danced her way up the pole and awed the crowd with her fluid movements. Her steps are seductive but true art. She seems to draw on different dance forms to get what she wants.

  “Moses!” Gabe called to someone over the music and a guy that was video recording Chloe’s performance on his phone, started our way.

  “Moses?” I tried the name, “you are Chloe’s boyfriend?”

  He shook my hand, “Yup.” He shook Chance’s, “Tell me she’s not incredible?” he went back to recording.

  We all got into watching Chloe. She is pretty fantastic. She looks weightless and her flexible body does tend to put thoughts in one’s mind. However, my brain is going in other places. Watching her is definitely making me horny but the man behind the bar is the one that’s fanning the fire in my veins.

  Like he heard my thoughts, Chance came up from behind me and handed me a drink, “It’s on the house,” he whispered too close to my ear.

  I turned to accept it. “Thanks,” I exchanged eye contact with him that made my dick twitch but then he was gone. Gabe and Moses are talking and Chloe is moving into her third song. Blaze, might be in love. He’s glued to the stage and giving Chloe plenty of encouragements as is most the crowd.

  Trixie and Jolee are between orders and stopped to sway and grind to the music.

  The sexier the dance the more I realize how long it’s been since I enjoyed sex. The last time the lyrics to these sensual songs were felt by me was-. Fuck. Not going there. But then my eyes flicked to Chance and found him watching me again.

  The last time I felt the way these lyrics demand, was when I was on top of Chance. It was when his tongue was in my mouth and his chest was against mine.

  I stiffened in my pants and swore in my mind. My thoughts are on a fast track to trouble. I shifted in my seat like ten times but between the music, Chloe, and Chance watching me, I can’t fucking think past my dick.

  I need to get away, or jerk off, or bash my head in. I got up and went around the bar. I picked up my pace as I rounded the bend and found the door to the ‘haunted’ cellar. I made my way down the rickety steps and into the musty space where only the music came through. I turned on the swinging bulb of light on the ceiling and rubbed my face.

  Too much sexual tension. I’m more confused than I was at puberty. I just need to walk it off.

  I walked around a row of shelves deeper into the cellar and I set my back against the wooden barrels of liquor and wines. I breathed deep through my nose. That’s when Stroke Me, the remix from Mickey Avalon came blasting over the surrounding speakers. Not helping. Maybe I should call Trix down here for a quickie; it is secluded? But when I imagined our sex I grimaced. I don’t want that. I need a challenge, I want strength, I want intensity.

  I pulled at my fly and as soon as my hand grazed my dick it throbbed painfully. I officially feel like the biggest pervert ever. Whacking off in public is illegal, isn’t it? Then again, so is sex on planes I’m sure.

  No one comes down here that often.

  Is it still technically perverted if you don’t make yourself come? I could just relieve some of the buildup.

  I bit my lip and breathed deeply before pushing my hand into my pants. Eyes closed, I wrapped my hand around my dick and shivered with the sensation. The drums kept pounding into the walls and I got lost in it.

  I’m imagining the bed and breakfast. I’m in that moment when Chance was at the mercy of my mouth.

  Until a pair of lips descended on mine and took my mouth with demanding force here in real life. It took me a second to process the invasion. I opened my eyes and was met with ocean blues. Chance removed the question off my lips with another kiss and be it the music or the hormones I kissed him back. He gripped my wrist and pulled my hand out of my pants. His hand pressing down my jeans was the best feeling in the world. He found my erection and it made a sharp zap of want go through my heart.

  “Don’t.” I protested in a whisper. He pulled his hand away and closed in with both hands resting against the barrels on either side of me.

  His eyes turned that dark shade, “Then you do it.” His breathing alone turned me on. “Now. I’ll watch you.”

  I imagined sending him away or leaving but neither of us would be satisfied with that. I don’t do public shit. It’s not me but there is a hotness to all of this. I opened the top of my pants all while holding Chance’s eyes and stroked myself. He closed in closer than before and brought his face close to mine. I felt a kiss on my jaw, then my ear and with each stroke, I lost more of myself.

  Chance started to press his chest into mine and I shoved him with my free hand. He shoved me back so hard I slammed into the barrels and the impact to my back made my cock swell.

  He kissed me harder until it was more teeth than lips. His hands went up under my shirt to push down over my stomach and I cupped the back of his head to keep him in place.

  He broke the kiss to look down between us. Setting his forehead against mine he tilted his head to watch me touch myself and the heat in his eyes tore me apart. I want him. I pulled and tightened my fist but it was his nearness bringing me there.

  He sucked his lower lip and it choked me.

  “Don’t stop,” he rasped before taking a bite of my Adam’s apple. His hands pressed further up my torso and fanned across my chest. He pinched both my nipples and licked a line behind my ear.

  My pulse rocketed and I moaned into the empty space. He wants to touch it. I can feel it whenever he dips his hand below my navel then explores higher. I’m not sure who is more tortured.

  His bearded face buried itself in my neck, “If you were in my mouth…you’d be done by now.” He tempted.

  Those words almost put me over the edge and fuck this song! “No,” I said stubbornly.

  “Let me help you.”

  “No,” I said in a pant, feeling too close to argue.

  His predatory laugh made me bite down harder on my own lip, “I wasn’t asking.” He corrected.

  He held my eyes. Of course, he wasn’t. We don’t ask for anything. We are cut from the same cloth that way.

  Two can play at that game. “Get on your knees,” I ordered in a thick tone.

  His shoulders squared before he took a fist full of my hair and bit my ear. Giving it a tug he breathed hotly against my skin, “You’ll owe me. I want you to owe me. I want you to remember this.”

  “Fine,” I said in desperation.

  He ran his tongue along my upper lip before sinking to his knees. Just the sight of him was enough but I held myself at bay to be anywhere inside him first.

  His hands pulled my jeans open wider and then with no hesitation at all he fisted my dick and applied the right amount of strength. His hands were big like mine, so he covered me fully and tightened his grip. It was like finding a perfect fit and I had to set my head back to handle it.

  Teasing the head, he licked a circle around the slit and tasted the pre-cum like it was a delicacy. I don’t think he’ll give me a chance to last. I’m doing everything I can to hold back. He sucked the top into his mouth and I squeezed his shoulder. He stopped to lick wet lines up and down my shaft before pumping me with his hand and my hips bucked.

  Without warning, he took my entire cock into his mouth and pushed it far down his throat. A sound slipped past my lips that would’ve been heard if not for the music.

  Chance pushed my shirt up and smoothed his hand down my abs before drawing back, only to take me in again with more suction. My belly tightened up and my cock thickened. I could feel the release about to erupt.

 
“Fuck, stop.” I tried pushing his shoulder back. “I’m cumming, stop,” I warned again.

  He increased the speed of his strokes and cupped my balls until the whole of his actions sent me orbiting around the moon. I came in a hot rush and he swallowed everything I gave him; licking me clean when he was done and massaging the aftershocks out of my shaft.

  His eyes hadn’t left mine the entire time and I couldn’t deny the amount to deep level trouble I was in. He’s done something to me I can’t come back from. I don’t think I want to.

  Chapter Seventeen

  ADAM

  The next day was… weird. I woke up less of an asshole and I’ve been sleeping on the couch. I was actually pleasant. The sun was blasting through the windows and my dreams were all about a man with deep blue eyes.

  I went upstairs to check and Trix was still asleep in a ball; her sister was also but they were back to back. I covered them up with the blankets and went downstairs to make coffee. Even something as simple as that made me think about last night. I keep re-living Chance on his knees, sucking me off in the cellar. It’s still the hottest thing I’ve ever done. In public! The man made me cum right below hundreds of people.

  “Hunk alert,” Jolee said as she came down and went to the couch. She looked disheveled and still half asleep. “Wear a shirt every now and then.”

  I faced her and crossed my arms, “It’s my place. I don’t have to wear clothes. You do.”

  “What’s the dopey smile about? Did you secretly screw my sis last night? I told you guys, no sex when I’m home.”

  I hadn’t realized I was smiling. “Uh…no, I’m just in a good mood.”

  “That’s rare. Is there a unicorn that shits gold in the yard too?”

  I went to pouring my coffee.

  “Can I get some of that?” She inquired.

  “You have legs.” I went to put the news on and she scowled at me.

  Then she looked serious, “Are you still mad at me about what happened to Trix?”