Chapter 14 #3
“It’s my favorite tie.” Also, yes. It’s my new lucky tie. And that night will forever go down as a spank-bank favorite.
Her smile widens. “Buy me another drink, and I’ll let you do it again. You can tie me to your bed and fist fuck my pussy.”
I’m about to tell her she doesn’t need another drink, and that I’ll fuck her any way she wants, when someone cough-chokes beside us.
“Come on, Peggy. We should go home.”
Fuck . Roman definitely heard that.
“Can you not call me Peggy in public, please? We’ve been over this before. I’m not eighty-five. Either call me Hammer like everyone else or use my middle name.”
I glance to my right as Hammer shoulders her way between us and hugs Bea.
“Might want to use your inside voice when you’re asking to get fist fucked.
We’ll talk tomorrow.” As she releases her, Bea weaves slightly and gives me a cringey face, like she didn’t realize we were in a bar full of people.
I can’t be mad because I forgot we were in public for a minute there, too.
“Okay. Well.” Hammer glances at my hands. “Yeah. No. Maybe use a lot of lube.”
I say nothing.
Roman’s face is a shocking shade of red.
Bea looks drunker by the second. Those shots are finally hitting her, I guess.
“This never happened.” Hammer makes a lips-zipped-and-throw-away-the-key motion. “Okay, Dad, let’s go before your blood pressure hits lethal levels.”
He shoots me a glare and allows Hammer to guide him toward the exit.
I glance around to make sure no one else is paying attention.
Dallas and Spencer, a second-line right-wing rookie, are talking to a couple of women.
His gaze meets mine for a second, but he turns back to the woman with her hand on his arm.
“Sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” Bea whispers.
“Don’t worry. Roman won’t say anything. We should probably get you home, though.” I can’t keep my hands to myself any better than she can. I don’t know if it’s the shots or the beers, but I don’t want to, either. Which is reckless—and stupid.
“I’ll call an Uber.” She pulls her phone out from between her breasts.
“I’ll go back with you.” I’m not sending her home alone.
“Is that a good idea?” she asks.
Hemi appears at my side. “Where’s Hammer?”
“Roman took her home,” I say.
“I’m calling an Uber,” Bea announces.
“I can drive you,” Hemi says.
Bea pushes her lips out into a pout. “But we’ve been drinking.”
“You’ve been drinking,” Hemi says. “I’ve had a glass of soda water.”
“Shouldn’t you stay so you can monitor Flip?” I motion to the dance floor. I want to take Bea home and find out if she meant what she said about tying her to my bed.
Hemi gives me a tight smile. “That gets to be your job for the rest of the night.”
“But I’m taking Bea home. I want to make sure she gets in okay.”
Hemi looks between us. “Maybe be a good influence for your best friend tonight. I’ll make sure Rix gets into the condo.”
Arguing will make things worse, so I let Bea and Hemi leave. Bea glances over her shoulder once on the way to the exit. She looks worried. I abandon my beer, because I don’t want to make decisions that will fuck shit up for me. More than it already is.
Turns out Flip is a hot mess. Usually he has one beer and switches to water, so all those shots have hit him hard.
I’m used to dealing with sober Flip and his entourage of women, but now he’s so drunk he’s barely making sense, and the women he’s been buying drinks for aren’t in much better shape.
I remind him that he’s been buying them drinks all night, and he can’t take them home.
They’re too out of it to be able to consent to anything but a glass of water and some painkillers for the inevitable headache.
I haven’t missed my wingman role the past few weeks—entertaining women in my house, performing, doing what’s expected of me instead of what I want.
And she’s already on her way home with Hemi.
I call the women an Uber, and Flip and I get into one of our own.
He doesn’t seem to realize they’re not coming to our place.
I get texts from both Hemi and Bea to let me know she made it home to her bed.
And that’s good because Flip insists we stop for pizza.
If I feed him, maybe I won’t have to carry him down the hall.
We sit on the bench outside our building while we demolish most of the pizza, but I convince him to leave two slices for Bea.
“Shit. I left my sister at the bar,” he slurs as we pass the doorman.
“Hemi took her home.” I take his elbow to keep him from walking into a window.
“Oh. That’s good. Hemi’s good people even though she rides my ass a lot.” He stumbles into the elevator. “I can’t believe I left my sister at the bar.”
“She can take care of herself.”
“I fed her a lot of shots. I’m not the best brother.” He leans against the wall. “What happened to those girls I was dancing with?”
“They went home.”
“You could’ve taken care of them for me.”
“Then who would make sure your drunk ass got fed?”
“You’re a good friend, Tris. The best. Thanks for making sure I didn’t do something to totally fuck up my career tonight.”
I don’t feel like a good friend, especially since my plan had been to leave him at the bar so I could take his sister home and get her into my bed. And I would have if Hemi hadn’t intervened. I swallow the guilt and pat him on the shoulder. “No problem.”
I don’t know what it means that I’d rather continue lying to him than stop this thing with Bea—other than Roman is probably more right than I want him to be.
The elevator doors open, and Flip weaves down the hall.
He’s still too hammered to function, so I let us into the condo. He almost face plants into the floor. “Rix, we brought you pizza!” he shouts.
“I’ll eat it for breakfast,” she mumbles. “Do I need to wear headphones tonight?”
“No,” I call back.
“Why would she need to wear headphones?” Flip asks as he weaves toward the bathroom.
“To drown out the sound of your one-night stands.”
“Ha. Good one.” He disappears into the bathroom.
I pull out my phone and message Bea.
Tristan
The bathroom will probably be a mess tomorrow. Sry in advance.
#1
Me too.
Tristan
I’ll clean it up and make sure you don’t sit/step in pee. Did you eat something before you went to bed?
#1
A cucumber
A nd I’m instantly hard.
Tristan
(⊙.⊙(☉??☉)⊙.⊙)
#1
JK. We stopped for ramen. Carbs for the win.
Tristan
Good.
Flip stumbles out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
I clean off the toilet seat, then follow to make sure he sleeps on his side, and I put a puke bowl beside his bed, just in case.
He passes out cold when his head hits the pillow.
Bea is sitting at the kitchen island with her cheek resting on her crossed arms when I come out of the bathroom.
I incline my head to my bedroom, and she slips off the stool and pads quickly after me, checking over her shoulder twice on the way.
“I’m so sorry about tonight. I wasn’t thinking. Hammer won’t say anything, though. I trust her.”
“Neither will Roman.”
“How can you be sure?” She bites her fingernail.
“He’s known for a while. I mean, not the part about me tying you to my bed or the—” I make a fist and shake my head. “I still can’t believe I did that.” Not up to the wrist or anything, but Bea is small compared to me, and my hands are definitely not.
“I meant it when I said you could do it again,” she whispers. Then her eyes widen. “What do you mean he’s known for a while?”
“He, uh… He figured it out somehow. Said he could tell by the way I was looking at you or whatever.” My gaze roves over her.
She’s wearing the tiny sleep shorts and a tank.
I can see her nipples through it. “But he’s kept his mouth shut so far, so we’re safe.
” I take her face in my hands and cover her mouth with mine.
“And tonight I just want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you. ”
“Totally okay. Better to save the other stuff for when Flip’s not home since it’s hard to stay quiet when your fingers aren’t in my mouth.”
I peel her out of her clothes, and she struggles to get me out of mine. She clambers up onto my bed and kneels in the middle. Her fingers go to her lips, and she bites one, her eyes guileless. “How do you want me tonight?”
“So many fucking ways, Bea.” I climb up after her, tucking a finger under her chin and tipping it up. “Are you gonna be my good girl and stay nice and quiet?”
She whimpers and nods.
“Lie on your stomach, legs together.” I release her, and she scrambles into position, stretching out on the bed.
I run my hands down her back and squeeze her ass. Then I slip my hand between her thighs and push two fingers inside her. She buries her face in a pillow to muffle her soft moan. I lean in to bite her ear. “Shh, little Bea. I can’t make you come if you don’t stay quiet.”
She nods once, and I curl my fingers. She fists the sheets and turns her face into the mattress.
I’m jittery, like I’m not sure what to do with myself.
I’m too amped up from this night, frustrated that I had to wait this long to touch her.
And terrified that Flip will find out and it will have to end.
I roll a condom on and lie on top of her, bracketing her legs with mine. I push in, all that tight warmth surrounding me. Her eyes roll up, and she bites her lip.
I kiss her cheek. “The next time we’re alone, I want to make you scream until you lose your voice.”
She shudders under me and whimpers.
“Shh, you want to come, don’t you?”
She nods and whispers, “So badly.”
I thrust my hips, and she pushes her ass up, her breath leaving her on a whoosh.
She grabs my wrist on the next hip thrust and brings my fingers to her lips, sucking three into her mouth. She bites down on the next deep push. She makes another small sound, a quiet whimper, and strokes along her throat.
“You want my other hand?”
Another affirmative whimper.
I curl my palm around the back of her neck. She sucks my fingers, and her whole body convulses as she comes, pussy squeezing like a fist. “Look at you, coming already, my sweet, filthy girl. I’m not even close to done yet, though, so you’ll have to be quiet a little longer, okay?”
She nods.
She comes twice more before I do, each time harder than the last. I don’t want to send her back up to the loft after.
I want to tuck her body against mine and hold her, wake up with her next to me.
But she’s exhausted, and we can’t take that kind of risk.
So she steals out of my room at two in the morning and goes to the loft.
Despite being tired, I can’t fall asleep right away.
Tristan
I’ve been thinking
#1
About cucumber salad?
Tristan
Among other things
#1
Such as…
Tristan
We should rent a hotel room so you don’t have to disappear up to the loft.
#1
You want to spoon with me?
Tristan
No. I want to spork you.
#1
Ur romantic side is really shining through
Tristan
And you wouldn’t have to be quiet either
You could moan my name as loud as you want
#1
I’m turning off my alerts
Tristan
It’s a good idea. U can’t deny it
#1
Night, Trissy
Tristan
I can smell your shampoo on my pillow
#1
You’re four texts too late for being sweet/stalkery
Tristan
And your pussy on my fingers
#1
Ah, there you are. Seriously, g’night. Some of us have to be up early
Tristan
Night. I’d be sorry that tomorrow is going to suck for you, but you were the only person I wanted to celebrate with tonight.
#1
*Notifications have been silenced, notify anyway?*
She has to get up in four hours. She needs sleep.
Hopefully Bea can read between the lines.