Seeking Her Studs (Fun & Filthy)

Chapter One - Blaire

CHAPTER ONE

Blaire

FIVE YEARS EARLIER

I watch the muscles of Reese’s back flex in the rusty mirror as he thrusts into me against the bathroom stall. Pleasure and self-loathing swirl together until I don’t know which one is which anymore.

I dig my nails into his tanned skin and beg him to go harder. I need him to become my whole world at this moment. I want him to make me forget.

Forget Gram’s funeral today.

Forget the call I had with my lawyer.

Forget the emptiness that feels like it will swallow me up most days.

And forget how callous we’re being to his brothers. I swore to myself I wouldn’t get with him again. Not after I’ve been hooking up with his oldest brother Colt all summer. Not after his other brother, Briggs, made me think for a moment last summer that I might deserve love.

But here I am. Reese was here, and the others weren’t. That’s all it took. When you put one Rile brother in front of me, I lose my senses. It just so happens that it doesn’t matter which one. They each have this effect on me. And tonight, I really need to lose my senses.

“You’re distracted,” he growls in my ear, and pulls out of me. “Talk to me.”

I drink him in. His body is chiseled and sun-kissed from his hard work on his family’s ranch. His brown hair has streaks of gold, the kind I would pay a hefty sum to get from a stylist, and it still wouldn’t look near as good. He’s young, wild, rough, and nothing like the guys in Los Angeles. And he has everything in front of him. All three of the Rile brothers do. They will take over the family ranch one day and settle down with good women and enjoy the peaceful life of Solace Springs. As long as I don’t keep coming into town to muddy these waters.

His cock throbs between us, slick and beautiful.

Sex, Blaire. I remind myself. It’s just sex. With all three of them, it’s always been. That’s what you have in common.

I walk over to the porcelain sink and look at myself in the mirror. The least I can do is face my decisions head on. I lift my dress up from behind, my panties already long gone, and I bend over. All will be okay when he’s inside me again.

“I’m not locked away in some grungy bar bathroom to talk, Reese,” I say.

He looks me up and down, from my heels to my bare ass exposed for him.

“Now, are you going to play with my clit or do I need to do that, too?” I double down. He needs to know what this is. It’s sex, and it’s nothing else.

“With a mouth like that, I’m not sure you deserve much more than my cock,” he says, snapping into our familiar game instead of walking out like he should.

He lines his tip along my entrance. “Or if you deserve my cock at all. ”

He teases me, rubbing his velvety head up and down in frustratingly slow strokes.

I scowl at him in the mirror. His boyish grin is locked far away now and instead replaced by something darker, something closer to resentment and lust, all mixed up in one. Yeah, buddy, I can relate.

“Reese,” I roll my eyes at his threat.

“Just ask nicely, and I’ll give you what you want, Hollywood.” He says, enjoying the game even more now.

“How about,” I say slowly as his tip just barely dips into my entrance. I push myself backward, filling myself with him. Then I reach down, lifting the fabric of my dress until I find my clit and touch myself how I like it. “I just do it myself,” I say.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as I slide back and forth on him.

Victory and pleasure well up in me.

He knocks my hand away and takes my clit for himself, swirling in a frantic rhythm. No matter how complicated our dynamic is, one thing will always be true. And that’s how good he makes me feel. The man knows how to make love and his body was built for it.

“Blaire,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “Fuck you feel so good, Blaire.”

Hearing the pleasure in his voice breaks open my own. I fall forward, my hands catching the mirror as my head falls slack. I feel Reese go deeper and my orgasm breaks open, wild and all-consuming.

Reese burrows his face into my neck as he groans a deep husky approval and releases inside me, each thrust unlocking the next level of my own orgasm. It gives me everything I need. Complete pleasure and satisfaction rip through me, blacking out the rest of the world.

Until it doesn’t .

The world comes back into focus with Reese’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I see us in the mirror and we almost look like a normal loving couple from the waist up. I straighten up, feeling immediately on edge. He takes the hint and pulls out of me. He grabs a handful of paper towels and hands some to me. We clean ourselves up without so much as a glance at each other.

A million questions race through my mind. Do we tell his brothers? I’m not in a relationship with any of them. I never have been. It’s not like we cheated.

Then my mind goes back to the call I had this morning with my lawyer.

“She’s emptied your savings account.”

The words play over and over in my head.

My own mother, the person I trusted most in this world, picked up and left without so much as a goodbye. It’s not even the lost money that destroys me. I can make more of that easily. It’s that the one person in the entire world who is supposed to love me for me still only saw me as her meal ticket. I was just a product for her to sell my entire life and then cash out on. My life has almost never been my own. I was a household name since ten years old, starring in the sitcom Mandy. As I’ve grown into a bigger and bigger star, most people don’t see me for anything past my public persona. But at least I thought I had my mother and Gram to love me for who I am. Yet today, I said goodbye to both of them.

I shake my head, wishing it was enough to throw the thoughts out of my mind.

It’s not even one minute after Reese and I are done and my brain can’t shut the damn thoughts off. I open my mouth, about to suggest to Reese we do it again, but a loud banging starts on the door.

“Shit,” Reese mutters as he hurries to put his pants on .

“It’s probably just one of my bodyguards,” I shrug.

The banging grows more intense.

“Yeah, one minute!” Reese yells.

“Reese, open this fucking door. It’s Colt. There’s been an accident with mom and dad.”

Reese and I look at each other wide-eyed, fear lacing both our faces. Getting caught together is the last thing we’re worried about now.

He throws open the door. Colt reaches in and grabs Reese by the arm to drag him out. He glances over and sees me. He stops cold in his tracks for a split second, before shaking his head and pulling Reese out of the bathroom.

My immediate instinct is to follow them and see what I can do to help.

But I stop myself.

Because I’m nothing to them.

If I wasn’t before, then I certainly am now.