Lily #2
“Yeah you do, but maybe if you cared a little less, you could have some fun of your own.” He holds my stare as he stretches out in the booth, one of his arms trailing along the seat behind me, and I narrow my gaze.
“With you, you mean?” I dare to ask, calling him out for the way he has been watching me lately, but he only smirks.
“Am I supposed to deny being attracted to a beautiful woman?” he asks, for once letting himself openly trail his eyes over me, before meeting my gaze again with a heated stare.
“Is that all it is?” I question, because I might have only been with one guy, but I still know there is a difference between lust and longing.
Max takes a slow sip of his drink, savoring the taste as he no doubt thinks how to respond to me, and I’m hyper-aware of everywhere our bodies are touching, as he continues to hold my stare.
“I wish that’s all it was,” he grunts, turning his body toward me even more.
“If it were then I’d be able to fuck you out of my system and move on. ”
His words have my heart thundering in my chest. “But it’s not?”
He shakes his head slowly. “Far from it,” he whispers.
“I’m your best friend’s little sister,” I breathe out, unable to form another thought, and his insufferable smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth, as he continues to hold me captive.
“And he’s your brother, what’s your point?”
The way he holds my stare is nerve-racking, and I realize this is the first time I have let myself indulge him, but just as I open my mouth to respond, Zack returns to the table.
“Do you mind if Rosie joins us?” he asks, and I blink back, turning my focus from his best friend to him.
I would honestly rather smash my cocktail glass and stick a shard in my jugular than have her join us, but I don’t say that. I don’t say anything, not wanting to start an issue I can’t explain, but thankfully Max beats me to it.
“Lily and I were thinking of heading home actually, she’s got a bit of a headache,” he replies casually, and Zack’s smile instantly drops.
“What’s wrong, kid?” he asks, the nickname making me swallow thickly, and instead of calling Max out for his lie, I find myself agreeing with him.
“I’m just suddenly not feeling too good,” I force out, placing down my drink, not telling him that the sight of him and his ex is making me sick.
“But you stay and enjoy your night, like Max said, he can take me home,” I smile sweetly, knowing my brother won’t see any problem with that, and already pushing from the booth before he can try and change my mind.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking between the two of us as Max follows me out of the booth, and Max is the one to nod.
“I’ve got her, don’t worry, you stay and have fun,” Max tells him, still watching me closely, and I keep my smile in place, as anger churns inside of me.
Zack pulls me in for a hug, tossing Max a wink I pretend I don’t see, before he bids us both goodbye and gestures for Rosie to join him in the booth.
I’m storming toward the exit before she even gets close, Max is hot on my heels, and it isn’t until we reach the corridor that leads to the cloakroom, that I turn around and shove him into the wall.
“What the hell was that?” I yell at him, making a passerby startle in surprise, and Max smiles apologetically at them.
“Calm down, princess, I did you a favor.”
“A favor?” I laugh. “In what world did you do me a favor?”
“Did you really want to see her tongue shoved down your brother’s throat again?” he quips, shaking his head.
“It’s nothing I haven’t put up with before,” I snap, before I can even think about it, and his knowing smirk returns.
“Listen, you can pine all you want, princess, but trust me, it won’t do you any good.
” His words are said with too much intent to be casual, and I can’t help but assess him closely, as he continues to openly stare at me.
When I don’t drop his gaze, he pushes off the wall and closes the distance between us, and I move away until I can’t go any further.
“Sometimes you spend so long looking in the wrong direction, that you miss what’s right in front of you,” he whispers, caging me against the wall, and I tip my head back to look up at him.
“How long?” I ask, searching his stare, watching as it drops down my body and back up again, before he curses.
“Too long for you to not have fucking noticed,” he grunts, so close that I can smell the whiskey on his breath, and something inside of me stirs.
“Does it make you jealous when I watch him?” I don’t know why I ask that, whether it’s the anger or alcohol fueling me, but either way it spurs him on.
His hands slide down the wall until they can grip my hips.
“It makes me fucking crazy,” he admits without pause, surprising me completely.
“I’ve spent months trying to pretend I don’t fucking want you for the sake of my best friend, but then you do something like this,” he pulls at the fabric of my dress as if it offends him.
“You show up looking like every man’s dream, and expect me act like I don’t want to fall to my fucking knees at the sight of you. ”
The bite of his fingertips makes me feel powerful, like I am the one in control here, and it’s exhilarating, so much so that it makes me dizzy. He wants me, I can see it in his stare, feel it in his touch, and that knowledge has me pushing against his hold on me.
I know I’m playing a generous game when I respond, “And what if I tell you I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.
” His stare darkens, before his hands slide further down, rubbing along the fabric of my dress to try and find the seam of my underwear, but coming up empty.
“I didn’t want there to be lines,” I shrug, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him, and enjoying it far more than I should.
I’ve spent so long pining after my brother and feeling completely powerless in my feelings, but with Max I suddenly feel the opposite.
He glances up and down the hallway, checking to make sure the coast is clear, before he presses roughly against me.
I can feel the thick length of his erection, and when he leans in close and drops his voice, my body shudders.
“Last chance to walk away, princess, because I’m all fucking in,” he warns, his tone dark, but all it does is make me feel dizzy with need.
I smile, leaning in even closer, inhaling his deep masculine scent, my breath ghosting along his jaw as I say, “Take me home, Foster.”
Four simple words and he is unleashed.
We make it as far as the car before he’s kissing me, and into the elevator before he drops to his knees and shoves up my dress.
Then by the time we’re at my hallway console, he bends me over and fucks me.
It’s unlike anything I have ever felt before, and the second he’s done, he picks me up and starts kissing me again.
We stay up all night fucking until we both pass out, and when I wake up the next day I expect some embarrassment or regret, but Max pins me to the mattress and fucks me again.
After that we fuck any chance we get, in his apartment, in mine, in the shower, against the window, in his car, in his office.
The entire week we were in the Maldives celebrating Elle and Marcus’s wedding, we were fucking all over the island.
We were insatiable, until our sneaking around started feeling a little less casual, but then we got a phone call that changed everything.
My twin was murdered, and now nothing will ever feel good again.