Chapter 20 Max #2
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite pair of deviants,” the male voice purrs, and my heart sinks in my chest, because I recognize that voice.
It belongs to Kyle, a guy I used to hook up with, but that’s not what has me cursing under my breath, no it’s the woman who is his best friend, smiling all pretty at his side.
Fucking Rosie.
“Hey boys, room for two more?” she says by way of greeting, already slipping into the booth on Zack’s other side, as Kyle slides in beside me.
To my surprise, Zack doesn’t smile at her presence like he once did, and instead looks annoyed at the interruption, before I see his fake smile grace his mouth.
“Rosie, Kyle,” he nods at each of them. “Long time no see.” His greeting is said without an ounce of emotion, as if he honestly doesn’t give a fuck about the last time he saw them, and for some reason it sends a thrill through me.
“Yeah and that long time looks good on you,” Rosie replies, putting on her best delicate and delectable tone, and I grunt a laugh, watching as her gaze trails over Zack.
She’s looking at him the same way she always has, like she is starving, and he is her shiny gold meal ticket.
Now Rosie doesn’t come from a poor family by any means, they are very well off, but as I learned in life as Zack Royton’s best friend, there is a big difference between millionaires and billionaires.
Not that his net worth makes the blindest bit of difference to me, I’ve already got more money than I will ever know what to do with, but for people like Rosie, it is different.
She doesn’t care about how hard he works, or how much he gives back and looks after his staff and the people he loves, now she’s only looking for one thing. To become Mrs. Zack Royton.
The thought makes me sick, and I knock back my drink and signal to our server for another one.
She’s already dancing her fingers along his forearm and I should force myself to look away, but I can’t.
Which means I see his subtle shift that casually moves his body out of her reach.
I’d think it was accidental if I didn’t notice the tense set of his shoulders, then his stare flicks back to mine, and even though it’s only for a fraction of a second, I see some sort of apology there.
But what is he apologizing for?
It’s a look that plagues my mind for the next hour, as I’m forced to watch Rosie practically drape herself across him, trying to worm her way back into his life.
Kyle is good at keeping the conversation going naturally, while I remember to grunt in all the right places, but my focus is pretty much constantly on them.
Not that I’m the only one.
We’ve switched around a little between bathroom breaks and bar trips, and Zack and I are both sitting on the outside of the booth now.
Which means we are across from one another, and though we both should be talking to the people in our ear, our eyes lock every few moments.
Rosie is too self-absorbed in her fantasy to notice of course, but I guess I forgot how perceptive Kyle is.
“I see you’re still fawning over the unattainable,” he teases, leaning in close and dropping his voice so only I can hear him.
When I drag my gaze back to his, he is watching me with a playful smirk.
“I’m not judging,” he quickly adds, taking a slow sip from his straw.
“You know it was always my favorite kind of foreplay, Foster.” He winks as he says that, and I wish I couldn’t recall the many nights I plunged into him, wishing he were someone else.
“Anything is foreplay to you,” I snap back quietly, letting my eyes land on Zack again, to find him already watching me with a frown, before focusing back on Kyle.
“But you’re chasing after the wrong peg tonight,” I tell him honestly, but still his eyes dance in delight, as his fingers trail along my bicep.
“Mmm, is that right?” he asks, making it more than clear that I could fuck him right here in this room if I were willing, and once upon a time I was, but not anymore.
“That’s right,” I tell him, holding his stare with a smile. “I’m off the market.” Well, to anyone whose last name isn’t Royton that is, but I don’t add that, and I see complete surprise in his gaze.
He opens his mouth to respond, but then his eyes widen, and before I can determine why, I am being dragged from the booth by my arm in a rough grip.
Zack’s stare is burning with rage as he glares at me, but of course he still remembers his manners, as he grunts, “Excuse us a moment.” Not that either of them get a chance to respond before he is pulling me away from the booth, hauling me away until he can shove me against the wall down a dark corridor.
“What the fuck was that?” he grits in my face, the anger from when he turned up earlier now back in full force.
“What the fuck was what?” I ask, once again completely confused as to what crawled up his fucking ass.
“Kyle.” He says his name like the word alone offends him, and I stare at him silently, waiting for him to elaborate. “What about my sister?” he asks, and I almost laugh at his audacity.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?
” I dare to say, pushing against his grip on me.
“Or are we only calling me out in this scenario? Because you see, I told Kyle I was off the market, but I’m betting the topic of you fucking your sister didn’t come up with the fucking ice queen in there.
” My words only make him angrier, but it’s the darkness now lingering in his stare that calls to me like a fucking siren signal.
“Are you gonna take her home? Fuck her to try and erase who you really want?” His hands tighten in my shirt and I wonder if he realizes he is dragging me closer to him, but it doesn’t stop me.
“Or are you going to admit what we both already know and stop being a fucking pus-”
My words are cut off with his lips slamming to mine, and my entire body begins to burn.
He’s kissing me, my best friend is kissing me, and I’ve waited fucking years for this.
I kiss him back, and my world finally feels fucking right.
A deep groan slips from the back of his throat, as I open my mouth and trail my tongue along his lips until they finally open.
Then his tongue is colliding with mine, tasting like whiskey and pure perfection, and I can’t get enough.
Not when he is kissing me like he has been starved.
Like he has been pining for this as long as I have.
Zack has always been loose with his inhibitions after drinking, but never have I been on the receiving end of it until now.
Like his sister, his kiss is fucking perfect, tilting my entire world on its axis, as I realize how fucking deep I’m in with both of them, but I can’t get enough.
His kiss is hot, rough, and heavy, like the only thing he cares about is the taste of me on his tongue, and fuck I want more.
I flip us around, pushing him roughly into the wall as my hand closes around his throat, and the groan that leaves him now has my cock springing to life behind my zipper.
I tip his head back, deepening our kiss as I grind against him, delighting in the fact he’s just as hard as I am, pulling another sensual groan from him.
Fuck. I want to kiss him forever, but not here, not like this, not with fucking Rosie and Kyle sitting twenty feet away.
Pulling away, his mouth chases mine, his body rolling on instinct as he chases the high I know I could give him, but I tighten my grip around his neck in warning.
“As much as I love drunk and slutty Zack, I think we need to put a pin in this until you’re sober,” I pant, the sight of his lust-drenched stare almost bringing me to my fucking knees, but he’s too fucking dazed to respond.
His chest is heaving, as he licks his lips and starts to nod slowly, his cock still hard as stone against my own, and it takes every ounce of power I possess to push myself away from him.
I stumble away until my back hits the opposite wall, both of us panting and breathless, until the reality of what we just did settles between us.
I see the moment his wall goes back up, and though I expected it, it still hurts just the same.
“We should go.”
A mind-blowing, life-changing kiss, and that’s all he says in response, before pushing off the wall and storming away.
Fuck.
My best friend is such a damn idiot, and I can’t wait to fuck him.