Chapter 9 #3
“Shh, honey.” He laughed. “Bite down on my shoulder if you have to, but you can’t scream out loud.”
“I’m trying not to,” I moaned as he slid into me easily again.
I could feel him going deep inside of me, and I could feel my climax building up quickly. I was almost at the top of the mountain, and I knew that the ride down was going to be explosive.
“You’re so sexy.” He kissed me as he moved in and out of me, slower now. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I stared into his eyes. “So, so sexy,” he groaned as he adjusted his position and increased his pace slightly.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I protested weakly, knowing I didn’t want him to stop.
“Why not?” he groaned as he lifted my ass up higher, as I’d been slipping down.
“Because …” I started and then closed my mouth as I heard the restroom door opening.
“Liv? Liv, are you in here?” Gabby’s voice resounded through the restroom.
I froze. I could see that Xander was trying not to laugh.
What man thought it was funny to nearly be caught by his fiancée as he fucked her sister in a public restroom?
He was sick, I tell you. I knew I was preaching to the choir, and I was not making it any better by allowing him to fuck me.
I mean, I should have stopped him when he started playing with me under the table, but she had just made me so mad.
“We’re going to hell,” I whispered in his ear as he continued to fuck me after Gabby left the restroom.
“Speak for yourself,” he groaned as he increased his pace and slammed in and out of me harder.
I felt him explode inside of me a few seconds after I climaxed.
My body shook violently against the door and his body as we came together.
I was panting in ecstasy as we stood there for a few seconds, just allowing ourselves to enjoy our mutual orgasms. Then I slid down his body and stood up on my own two feet, feeling guilty as hell as I stared at him.
He reached up, pulled my bra up properly to cover my breasts, and then pulled my top back down.
“I love breakfast,” he said with a grin as he stared at me.
“Excuse me?” I looked into his eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“I love a good fuck for breakfast.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “I’m sorry I didn’t get to do any tongue work though. Maybe later.”
“You’re such a pig.” I shook my head. “Do you have no shame?”
“Shame? Me?” He laughed and ran his hands through his hair. Then he adjusted his shirt and pants. “Not really.”
He opened the restroom door and stepped out. I stood there and watched as he walked to exit the bathroom.
He stopped at the main door and turned around to look at me. “Oh, by the way, Liv, stop flirting with Henry. That’s never going to happen.”
“Excuse me?” My jaw dropped.
“My brother doesn’t want my sloppy seconds.” His eyes narrowed. “So, stop flirting with him.”
“You jerk.” My heart raced thunderously at his words. In that moment, I hated both him and myself. “How dare you?”
“How dare I what?” He looked me up and down. “Leave my brother alone.”
“I’ll do what I want.”
“We’re just as bad as each other, Liv. You can’t act all high and mighty now. You just had sex with me in a restroom stall while your sister waited outside. You had known the score, and you still did it. I’m not the only pig in this restroom.”
“How dare you?” I was close to tears. This was not how I’d expected this to go down—at all.
“I know you don’t understand my reasons for marrying Gabby when I don’t love her.” He shrugged, his eyes burning into mine. “But that’s not for you to understand. Some of us know that love is the stupidest reason to get married.”
“What?”
“I told you that I proposed to Gabby last week because I did something I regretted last weekend. You asked me if that was having sex with you.” His eyes were dark as he gazed at me.
“And the answer is yes and no. I regretted fucking you last weekend. It was you who made me decide to propose to Gabby. Not because you’re her sister.
I didn’t know that then.” He gazes at me like I’m some sort of piece of art in a museum and I wonder what he sees when he looks at me?
“What did I do then?” I have no idea what is going on, but is words are cutting into me like a knife. And it hurts. And I don’t want it to hurt and I don’t want him to know.
“It doesn’t matter.” His face softened for a moment as he gazed into my face. “All that matters now is that I am engaged to her, and you’re just going to have to deal with that.”
“I hate you,” I said, with my stomach rumbling in disappointment and rejection.
What I really meant was that I hated both of us. I hated that I’d been so weak that I slept with him again.
“No, you don’t.” He laughed as he turned around. “You just hate how I make you feel. You hate that you can’t control yourself when you’re around me. You hate that the feeling of me inside of you feels like you’re finally complete. You hate that your body belongs to me.”
“What?” My voice dropped. “Why would you say that?”
“Because that’s exactly how I feel as well.” He gave me one last glance and then exited the restroom, leaving me standing there in a daze.