22. Misdirection
Chapter 22
Misdirection
Dev
“Cece is coming to the party tonight. Mind your manners, assholes,” Beau is pacing the living room, picking random things up as he goes and stashing them away in drawers or the cupboards.
He does this before every party. At this point, I have no idea why he keeps anything valuable in the shared space. But it’s his house. He can do whatever he wants.
I’ve been mulling it over in my head since I last saw Cece. We haven’t been able to spend enough time together, but if Beau knew we were together, maybe that could change? Maybe I should at least feel him out before she gets here. Before he notices my feelings for her displayed on my face. “Hey, Beau. ”
“What’s up, Lucy?” Beau turns to me at the same time Grant wanders up with a super sized bag of cheezies hugged to his chest.
“The elusive twin is coming to the party?” He asks around a mouthful of Cheetos.
JJ is trying to help, but his help already ended up in an extra round with the broom when he knocked over a bowl full of mixed nuts in the kitchen. He comes wandering back in after finishing his clean-up job. “Cece’s coming? The hot one with the curves and the angel hair? Man, I’d bend her over the couch any day. That ass?” He whistles.
I’ve never felt a rage as strong as the one gripping me right now. But before I can push off the wall to mess up his face, he pales. I settle back into my position, watching Beau as he tears across the room toward our goalie.
“What the fuck did you just say about my sister, asshole?”
He grabs JJ by the collar, yanking him off his feet.
JJ looks like he’s about to shit his pants as he dangles. Beau is extra intimidating in his Negan costume. Hopefully, he doesn’t actually have to use the bat, though. A goalie is kind of important to the team. It would be good if he had a couple of brain cells left, but I guess you can’t expect too much.
“I’m sorry, captain. I was just joking. I would never touch your sister. I swear.”
Cole catches the show, walking in with his arms weighed down by bins, his new girlfriend at his side.
Jazz wanders over to Grant and steals a handful of the popcorn he’s munching on. Where did he even get that ?
JJ squeaks, scuttling backward like a threatened crab as soon as his feet touch carpet.
Beau swipes a shaky hand through his hair, walking back over to me. “I know he did that to wind me up, but I can’t help it. She got fucked over by one of my former teammates, and I can’t let it happen again. It tore our team up, and I can’t bear to see her hurt like that again.”
I nod at him. Right. I don’t know what I was thinking. There’s too much on the line right now. My career, our championship, and most important, his friendship.
Once things have settled a little, she steps in, taking control of the situation to assign us all tasks.
After she assigns me to kitchen duty, I grab the food bin and lug it in to start putting things away. See, they know I’m the best one in the kitchen here. Not like at Cece’s house.
I’m glad this was the chore I landed. I’ve got the room to myself. There might even be a smile on my face, still thinking of Cece. But then I think of JJ hanging from Beau’s hand. And what he said? Fuck.
This entire thing might be a terrible idea. Why did Beau tell his sister she could come? Not that she needs his permission. And why did I think it would be a good idea to have her here? Maybe dancing with other guys. Even if she’s not dancing with them, they’ll be ogling her, flirting with her. I’m getting all tense again.
My anger level rises again when JJ swaggers in.
“Did I do good?”
“What are you talking about, asshole? ”
“I was taking the attention off you and Cece.” How is he back to smiling like a cheerleader from the football team? Does he have no sense of self preservation?
“It’s okay. I know, but I won’t tell anyone.”
“You know what, exactly?”
He takes a step backward when I advance on him again.
“About you and Cece.”
My heart picks up. He can’t. “You don’t know shit.”
“Yes, I do. I saw you with her after the game last week. But don’t worry, I won’t tell.”
I may be in panic mode, but my brain is still trying to rationalize. He saw us, but he has managed to keep his mouth hole shut for a week now. That’s a good sign, right? We might all make it through this.
“You’re right, you won’t. Because if you do, I’ll borrow that bat off Beau, and you won’t be telling anybody anything for the next few months.”
“That’s not funny. I actually had to have my jaw wired shut when I was in the eleventh grade,” he says. I have no clue if he’s telling the truth or if this is some wild story his chaotic brain made up.
“Then you know what you have to look forward to if you say a word about that.”
“It is true! I knew it.”
Great. He had suspicions before, but now he knows for sure. I’m dating Beau’s sister. Behind our captain’s back. Behind my best friend’s back.
The room has gotten progressively louder as people get drunker. I keep a watchful on everyone because drunk people are unpredictable, and I hate surprises. But my main focus has been watching Cece flit all over the house. She wiggles her hips, dancing with Georgia, then she’s in the kitchen. She flits out back and then in. She’s like a bee, bouncing from flower to flower to fill up her hive. The complete opposite of me. I’m usually happy to sit back and watch things unfold at these kinds of parties. But tonight, I’ve been gravitating to whatever room she ends up in.
The only time I step away is to hit the bathroom and when I get back, she’s on the dance floor again, arms twined around some skinny dude’s neck.
A dark haze clouds my vision, and I lock on them, about to head over there to tell him to remove his hands before I do it for him when Cole appears behind her. He taps her shoulder, and she immediately forgets about the guy, spinning around and clapping her hands. She cranes her neck to peer over Cole’s shoulder at Jazz.
Cece is fanning her neck as the three of them make their way through the crowd and out the front door. I take a sip of my coke, letting the bubbles burn the back of my throat, and glance around the room. It’s packed with sweaty bodies, and I spot a handful of my teammates, but they all seem to be occupied.
I find myself pushing away from my spot planted against the wall and drift over by the front window. Cool air sneaks through the cracked window washing over my heated skin, and I glance out toward the porch.
Cece is talking animatedly with Jazz, hands flying. The bottle she’s holding in her hand slops over the edge a little and she giggles. She looks so hot in the Spider Gwen jumpsuit that hugs every curve of her delicious body. Her eyes are shining and there’s a huge smile on her face. I take advantage of the moment to observe her unnoticed. Tracing her features, learning each line.
“What’s up?” The loud voice in my ear is accompanied by a rough slap on my back.
I turn toward JJ, irritated at the interruption. He’s grinning and bobbing his eyebrows. “See I knew it.” He turns his head to follow my gaze, and my stomach dips again. If I’m being so obvious that JJ notices, it’s possible some of the other guys have noticed as well. And that would be bad.
“What the fuck was that comment about earlier?” I glare at him.
He throws his hands up in the air. “I did that for you. Misdirection. You ever watch Penn and Teller? Beau got all angry at me. Hopefully, it kept his attention on me tonight, so you could ogle his sister to your heart’s content.”
My mouth drops open. Fucker is way more devious than I thought. “Don’t talk about her like that again. I could punch you, or I could let her do it herself.” The color leeches from his face. “ But thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Haven’t seen Beau around for the last hour. I think maybe he’s tapped out and gone to hibernate in his room.”
With that, he smiles and wanders off to find a new adventure. Would not have thought about him as that observant, but he is a goalie, and they’ve got to be aware of the puck every single moment of the game. I’m impressed, and a little curious why he’s got so much invested in my love life.
When I turn back to the window, Cece is gone. Now I’m just being a creeper, spying on an intimate moment between Cole and his girl.
“What are you looking at?” That’s the voice I’ve missed all night.
She presses up behind me, looking over my shoulder to see what’s got my attention. “You were spying on me.”
“There’s a nice breeze here.” It’s not a lie.
“And a great view?” She’s agonizingly close. The heat from her body warming my back, but not in the icky way of the rest of the crowd. Her warmth is welcome.
“Not anymore.” The admission slides out easily.
“I knew it. I’ve barely seen you all night.”
“Is that why you were dancing with that asshole?” There’s more anger in my tone than I intend. But I can’t help getting heated again at the thought of her dancing with another guy.
“Smoke screen. Dancing with other guys to keep Beau’s attention off us.” She’s in on the conspiracy too.
“You and JJ been plotting together? ”
“JJ? No. That’s your goalie, right? Barely know the guy.” She tugs on my arm, trying to spin me around, but I resist. Because if I turn around and see her standing so close, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from kissing her right here.
“He knows.”
“He knows what?”
“About us.”
I can’t resist her tugs anymore, spinning around to see her wide eyes.
“Did you tell him?”
“No. Remember he saw us after the game? I guess you weren’t hidden as well as we thought. But he’s cool. He promised he’d keep it to himself. And while I wouldn’t have trusted him before this, he’s kept his mouth shut this long, so I think we might be safe.”
“Oh, okay.” Does she sound disappointed?
“You’ve got your own bathroom in your room, right?” My head spins with how fast she flips to a new thought.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think maybe I could use it? I was in the other one earlier and it’s kind of a hot mess right now.”
“Cupcake, are you trying to get in my room?” A shock runs up my arm as I brush her hand with mine.
“Maybe.” She drags her lower lip through her teeth in a studied move, eyes locked on mine. “It’s been too long, and you got me all hot and bothered with all that stalkery energy, watching me from the window.”
“We can’t here. Down the hall from your brother. ”
“I won’t tell if you don’t. I’ll leave before he gets up in the morning. But I need this. Don’t make me go home to my vibrator. There are other things I’d much rather have in me.” She leans in, breath tickling my neck she’s so close.
My cock was already waking up. Now it’s straining the denim at my crotch. Good thing my costume includes a fanny pack.
“Please.”
I can’t say no when she asks like that. Begs. All I can picture now is her begging on her knees for me to wreck her.
“Fine. But we’ll go separate. You go first. If no one is in the hall, you can go in. Turn right at the top of the stairs. My room is first on the left. I’ll join you in a few.”
She bounces on her toes, leaning in and I think she’s going to lay a kiss on me, but she pulls back at the last minute as if she remembers why she shouldn’t. Her smiles dips a little, but she turns around.
“Wait.” I swipe my key out of my pocket, slipping it into her palm, then giving it a squeeze. “You’re going to need that.”
She vanishes into the crowd while I move away from the window, circling the room, taking in the crowd. I search for Beau. He’s not on the dance floor, the TV room, the kitchen.
JJ notices me making my pass through the kitchen. “I told you, Beau retired for the night.”
I shake my head, turning my back on him. He must have noticed me scanning the crowd.
“Have fun. Be safe,” he says to my back.
“Shut up. ”
Looks like he’s right. He might be annoying, but the place is a Beau free zone. I take a chance. Make my way upstairs. There are a couple of strangers waiting outside the bathroom, but that’s it. My door handle twists under my hand, and I push it open. The first thing my eyes land on when I walk inside is Cece lounging on my bed. She’s still got on her bodysuit, and I can’t wait to peel it off her.
“Hey, Lucy.” The familiar voice sends me into panic mode, and I slam my door shut, turning around.
Beau’s brow is scrunched together, his hair mussed, and he’s got his headphones around his neck. He’s changed out of the intimidating costume into some grey sweatpants, but none of that eases my fear.
“Have you got a private function going on?”
“What? No. What are you talking about?”
He eyes me up and down. “You look like a bouncer, dude.”
“I’m not.” I try to relax, dropping my arms to my sides, but they’re stiff and awkward. At least they feel that way to me.
“I know. I was wondering if you have that accounting textbook you borrowed from me? I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d finish up that work for DeAngelo’s class.”
Doing accounting homework on a party night. Sure. But how do I get the book out without him seeing his sister literally in my bed?
“I think I left in my bag downstairs.”
Beau’s mouth stretches into a yawn. “Nah, I saw you grab it from the kitchen and bring it up before the party. ”
Shit. “Oh, yeah. Forgot. I’ll grab it for you.” I don’t move a muscle, as he stands there eyebrows raised in question.
Understanding dawns on his face. “You got someone in there. Sorry, man. I’ll...” He swoops his finger in a U turn and slips back in his room.
I don’t move an inch until his door clicks shut, then I whip my own door open far enough to slide through it, shutting it behind me immediately.
Cece is sitting up, wide eyed. “Was that Beau?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say through my teeth. “I’m grabbing one thing for him. Maybe hide in my bathroom until I’m back.”
She shakes her head. Fine. I knew it was an asshole thing to ask as soon as the request departed my lips. I dart over to my desk, grab the textbook and knock on Beau’s door. He answers with another yawn, so I shove the textbook at him and back away.
“Have a good night?” He wouldn’t be using that singsong tone if he knew who was in my room and why.
I click the lock as soon as the door shuts behind me. “You should have locked the door.”
“I knew you’d be here in a minute.”
“But what if some other rando had wandered in?”
“Then I would have chased them away.”
“Yes, but...”
“But nothing. Nothing happened. We’re all good. But if you still feel like you need to punish me.” She rolls over, exposing her ass to me. “Go ahead.”
I exhale a long breath through my teeth. “Fuck, Cece. ”
“Yes, please.”
I’m dragging my shirt over my head as I walk over to her, eager to feel her skin against mine, but I’m still trying to get my breathing under control. She wiggles that ass at me again, so I grab two handfuls of it. Squeezing the soft flesh. She’s already squirming under my touch. This is so wrong, but it feels so good. I can’t quit her, and I don’t want to.
“This costume is hot, but it needs to come off.”
“I’m going to need your help with that. Zipper is in the back. My short arms don’t stretch that far.”
She gasps when I lean down, brushing her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck.
“What were you planning on doing if I wasn’t here with you?”
“I dunno. Cut it off.” She’s mumbling into the covers.
“That would be a shame. You look so hot in it. But then I’d rather keep the view to myself.”
My fingers fumble with the tiny zipper. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This thing is too small.”
It slips out of my grasp again and she giggles.
“Your hands are too big.”
“It’s not the only thing. I reach down to palm my length.” She can’t see me, but she still groans at the innuendo.
When I’m about to give up and cut the damn thing off, my thick fingers finally get a grip on the tiny thing, and I drag it down her back. Inch by inch of tantalizing skin is revealed as it goes. I reach up with my other palm to run it down the exposed skin. She shivers under my touch.
“Sit up.”
She rolls over, grabbing my hands to pull herself up. I grab the costume by shoulders and peel it down her body. It’s a little damp with sweat, sticking to her, but I finally get it off, tossing the fabric across the room.
“That’s what I wanted to see.”
She’s got another one of those corset things on underneath, and it’s white. Holy fuck. I’ve always thought black or red lingerie was the sexiest, but there’s something about the white that hits me in the gut. Pure and innocent white cloth draped over the body I’m about to do dirty things to.
“I’ve been thinking about your punishment, dirty girl, and I think more than a spanking is in order. I think I need you to get on your knees and take my cock down your throat. I’m going to use that pretty mouth of yours until I clean it out with my cum. And you’re going to swallow down every drop like the good girl you are.”
She moans. “Okay.”
I’d like her to leave the corset on, but it looks uncomfortable. “Let me get you out of this thing.” She twists around so I can get at the hooks tracing up the back. I run my hands down the smooth satin, pulling her in tight. How does she breathe in that?
I’m reaching above my head in a deep stretch when her eyes land on my left side, and I can almost feel them burning a hole through my skin .
“Is that?” She reaches out, hand hovering near my newest tattoo.
I nod, stepping closer to her. “You can touch it.” She traces the outline of the skating bear. Her light touch sends a shiver up my spine.
“I’m... I don’t know what to say.” She’s staring at it, but I can’t decipher the emotion in her eyes.
I swallow. “I hope that’s ok. Getting your art traced by someone else. I should have asked, but I didn’t...”
She looks up, blinking away tears. “When did you get this?”
She’s going to think I’m a stalker. “Right after that weekend.”
Her mouth pops open into a surprised oh. “You didn’t...”
I shut my eyes, letting out a deep breath. “I didn’t think I’d see you again, and it was the best weekend of my life.” It hurts to admit that. I’m sure she’s had so many more good experiences in her life, she can’t understand why I cherish each one. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.” She follows me, so I can’t pull away, shaking her head.
“No. It’s amazing. But, why?”
“All of my tattoos have meaning, you know. I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, before Lakeview. So, every time something good happens, I get a tattoo to remember it. That probably sounds crazy to you.”
“No. Never. I’m honored you put me there. It’s incredible. It’s so much, but good.”
She’s on her feet, arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, head leaning on me. “Thank you.”
“No. Thank you. ”
We hold each other for a while, just existing together, but then her hands slowly slide up my sides, up my back to my head. She pulls me into her for a kiss that starts out soft and sweet, escalating fast into something more urgent, desperate.
“Get this off me,” she begs. “I need you.”
The corset is almost as difficult to get off as the jumpsuit, but it’s worth the reward when she breathes a sigh of relief as it drops off. I can’t help reaching around to palm her heavy breasts. My cock jumps again at the feel of her in my hands.
“On your knees.” I tug on her hips, pulling her off the bed. She falls to her knees for me and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She tilts her eyes up to me. There’s so much trust in them. It makes me want to earn it. To be worthy of it.
“Let me know if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
I unsnap the button of my jeans, dragging the zipper down, and her small hands hook the waistband to drag the pants down. She eyes my cock with hunger as it pops out of my boxers. Once my clothes have joined hers on the floor, she reaches out a hand to stroke me. I gasp, bucking my hips into her touch, but tonight I want her mouth.
“Open up, Cupcake.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, and then she obeys me.
I nudge in closer until the tip is resting on her lower lip. Her tongue is hot and wet and perfect, licking a circle around me.
“You ready?” I need this to be hot and rough tonight. To take out all the pent-up need and guilt. It is a punishment, after all .
I thrust hard, punching the back of her throat. She gags, and I pull back.
“Too much.”
She shakes her head, but I move a little slower this time, giving her a minute to adjust to my size, filling her throat. I grab the back of her head, controlling her movements as I slide home again and again. Her throat wrapped around me is like nothing else. I don’t deserve the trust she has in me.
Pressure is building in my back already, but I don’t want it to end too soon, so I back off, taking a few breaths. I look down at her. Glassy eyes look up at me and I spot her hand between her legs, rubbing away at her clit. Her breath is coming in quick gasps. She looks so good. The tingle is increasing even when I’m not in her mouth, but that’s not what I want. I want to come down her throat. Fill her up with my essence, so I push back in. Her tongue is tracing patterns with each pass of my hips, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer.
My balls lift and tighten, and I hold on tight to her cheeks. Her moans vibrate up my length, and the heat builds to an impossible height. But when she cries out, body convulsing, I lose it. Pleasure rips through me, tearing me apart from the inside as my hips jolt, my dick pulsing and sending hot streams of cum down her throat. Just like I promised.
I groan, easing in and back out in small quick pulses.
She goes limp in my hold, and I finally pull out of her mouth, sliding down to scoop her up in my arms.
I wipe some cum off her mouth, feeding it back to her on my thumb, and she licks it off .
“Good girl. Now it’s your turn.”
I slide down her body, peeling off her soaked panties to return the favor.