Chapter 18 Max #2
“Glad my pain amuses you,” he gruffs, tossing back the rest of his whiskey, and I move to the drawer in his desk where I know he stores the bottle.
Grabbing it, I twist off the cap and close the distance between us, topping off his glass generously, before pulling the bottle to my lips and taking a small sip.
Zack watches me closely, an unfamiliar look in his stare that stirs something inside of me. “Logan was always the smart one,” I tell him, and his smile of pride is instant, until he remembers his brother’s fate.
“Yeah, he was,” he grunts, sounding more drained than I have ever heard him, and it pains me.
“Maybe alcohol can’t be used to solve this particular problem,” I tell him, knowing just how fucked his predicament is. “Maybe the answer is more sex,” I tease again, trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes darken even more, glaring at me in contempt.
“Let me guess, I should call fucking Rosie?” he questions with a scoff, shaking his head like the idea is absurd, and to me it is.
“Fuck no, you know I never liked her,” I tell him truthfully, and he grunts another attempt at a laugh.
We both sip our drinks in silence for a few seconds, before I take a deep breath and attempt to clear the air.
“You know you can’t avoid her forever, right?
” Zack opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.
“Don’t try to hit me with any of your bullshit right now, we both know that’s what you’re doing, it’s why you’re here pity drinking in your office, because you’re too scared to go check on her.
” His jaw tightens, as he chooses to ignore me this time, but I push on.
“The question is, what are you scared of? That you have ruined your relationship forever? Or that you’re tempted to do it again? ”
This time he takes a firm step toward me, erasing any space between us, as he snarks, “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.” His hand fists my shirt as he pushes me back against the windows, and I can feel his hot breath against my jaw.
At that I laugh. “Trust me, Royton, I know what it’s like to fantasize about the wrong fucking person.
” He exhales deeply against my lips, searching my stare before his eyes drop down to my mouth.
An unexpectant thrill burns through me, one I’ve taught myself to ignore ever since I laid fucking eyes on him, but right now I can’t do anything but lick my lips and swallow thickly.
His eyes track the movement, and I’m suddenly drunk on the thought of kissing him, of bulldozing through the secret barrier I placed between us, just to see how he would fucking react.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll start to think I’m next on your list of inappropriate people to fuck,” I joke, cocking my head to the side and expecting him to shove away from me, but his fingers flex in the fabric of my shirt.
“What? You fucked your sister and now you want a piece of your best friend?”
Zack only shakes his head, still not releasing me.
“You’re such a fucking asshole, I know what you’re trying to do.
” I only grunt in response, because of course he knows, we’ve been friends too long for him not to know.
I’m always the one left with the role of getting him out of his own fucking head.
“We can invite her too if you want? Have some real fun,” I add with a wink, hoping he doesn’t see how much that idea truly intrigues me.
Fuck what I would give.
“Yeah? You want to fucking bottom for me, Foster?” he snaps back, surprising us both, and I can’t hide the smirk that spreads across my face.
“Please, Royton, we both know you’d be taking my cock, while she takes yours.” My retort hangs in the air between us, sizzling, swirling into something more of an idea, before he snaps us out of it.
“She’s my sister,” he finally chokes out, like he’s had to say that to himself on repeat, and I smirk.
“And you enjoyed fucking her, didn’t you? You were drunk so I know you really let yourself loose,” I grunt, pushing against his hold on me. “I bet she was the best lay you ever fucking had.”
“Max.” One word. A warning, but it may as well be a red fucking flag.
“You can’t lie, Zack, not to me.” My words are barely above a whisper, but he’s so close that he absorbs every one, his eyes once again dropping to my mouth.
I don’t know if it’s the insanity of what he did with his sister, or of what I did with her, but I snap, pushing against him and switching our positions.
“Tell me what you want?” I demand, pushing him hard against the glass, more than aware of my cock thickening in my jeans, but I need answers.
Zack considers my question, his throat bobbing, as his eyes dance between my lips and eyes, and when I lick my lips again, he shoves me off roughly. I see a million words run through his head, but he settles on… “I want you to go, I want to be alone.”
A snorted laugh leaves me as I shake my head, taking another pull from the bottle of whiskey, before stepping back and putting it on his desk. “You know I’ve thought about you in all sorts of ways over the years, but I never thought about you as a fucking coward.”
I turn on my heels without waiting for a response, leaving his office the same way I came, and ignoring the smashing of the glass against the door as I depart.
I also ignore my rock solid fucking cock.