38. Lachlan
CHAPTER 38
LACHLAN
I knew it’d be hard coming to the Halloween party with June and posing as her friend while Jake gets to be the boyfriend. Kissing June earlier did nothing to help my predicament. But I have to be smart and stay away from her tonight.
Unlike Jake, who used Malcolm’s front yard as a urinal, I waited for the actual bathroom. On my way back to the heart of the party, Maya spots me. She’s dressed as a dalmatian, which means Banksy is as well. They always match.
“Lachy!” She waves maniacally, then weaves through people to get to me.
Hell, and here I am, caught without a drink.
“Hey, Maya.” I smile.
She gives me a hug, then steps back. “I love your costume! Whose idea was it to dress up like the characters of the Wizard of Oz ?”
“Mine.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? You didn’t think to do a couple’s costume with your girlfriend?”
I almost say I am wearing a themed costume with my lass, but I catch myself in time. Then I finally comprehend Maya’s statement. “What girlfriend?”
“June said you were dating someone. You aren’t anymore?”
I open and shut my mouth, not knowing how to answer that. I vaguely remember June mentioning she lied to the WAGs about my relationship status, but it slipped my mind until now. “No.”
Maya’s eyes bug out, followed by a wide grin. Shite. I should have lied.
“Don’t worry, Lachy. I got your back.” She grabs my hand and steers me deeper into the party.
“Where are we going?”
“I want you to meet someone. You’ll love her.”
I should put a stop to this, but I can’t think of a way to do it without acting like an arsehole. Maya is a nice girl, and I like Banksy. I search for him in the crowd. Bloody hell, where is he? He needs to save me from his wife’s love-matching schemes. No such luck, and I’m without a drink.
We reach a group of people I’ve never seen before in my life. Maya introduces me to everyone, and their names become vapor as soon as she says them.
“And this is Amelia Fletcher,” Maya emphasizes. “My bestie from college.”
She’s a short brunette dressed as Wonder Woman. She smiles brightly and offers me her hand. “Hello, Lachy. Nice to meet you.”
“Hey.” I glance over her head, trying to find the guys to save me from this situation.
“Are you looking for someone?” She looks over her shoulder then back at me.
“Yes, a waiter.”
“Shoot, Lachy,” Maya chimes in. “I didn’t notice you didn’t have a drink. I’ll get you something.”
She walks away before I can say a word. It’s then that I realize all the people I just met are also gone. Great. I’m alone with Maya’s friend.
“I’ve heard so many nice things about you.” She smiles.
“Don’t believe any of it.”
She laughs, touching my arm. What I said wasn’t in the least bit funny. Maybe this woman is drunk.
“I’m sure Maya wasn’t exaggerating. She’s a good judge of character.”
I have no comment on that. I scan the room again, hoping to come up with an excuse to walk away from Amelia. I finally see a familiar face in the crowd—June, and she doesn’t look happy. She takes her phone out, and a moment later, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Hell, why didn’t I think about asking for assistance via text?
“Excuse me,” I tell Amelia as I fish my phone from my pocket.
JUNE: Do you need rescue or…
ME: Help me, please.
I put the phone away and smile tightly. Now that I know rescue is on the way, I can try harder to be pleasant. “How do you know Maya?”
Amelia laughs. “We’re besties from college, remember?”
Fuck. I forgot or, more accurately, wasn’t paying attention at all. “Right.”
“Maya did mention you were a bit… distracted. I guess you save all your concentration for games, right?”
“Uh…”
June arrives just in time, and the relief I feel is immense. I’ve always hated the hockey mating games, and it’s much worse when I don’t need to participate but I have to pretend I’m available.
“Hey, Lachy. I got you a beer.” June offers me a bottle.
“Thank you, lass.”
“No problem.” June turns to Amelia. “Hi, I’m June. Jake’s girlfriend.”
“Oh, hi. I’m Amelia, Maya’s best friend from college. Nice to meet you.”
“Ditto.” June replies in an uncharacteristically cold tone, then she hooks her arm with mine and says, “I have to steal Lachy for a moment.”
Amelia’s expression falls. “Oh… okay. I hope to talk to you later, Lachy.”
My response is another tight smile before June steers me away from Amelia as fast as she can, and after a moment, I chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” she grits out.
“You, lass. I love seeing this side of you.”
She stops and looks at me. “What side?”
The defiant way June stares at me and her irresistible pout do my head in. Before I stop to think, I take charge and guide her deeper into the house. I’ve been here enough times to know where to go.
“Lachy, where are we going?”
“Somewhere quiet.”
I open the door to Malcolm’s office. It’s more a man cave than anything else. There’s a desk, laptop, and other office items, but there's also a pool table, wet bar, massive flat-screen TV, and most important, the leather couch.
I close the door behind me, then pivot to June, pinning her against the door with my body.
“Lachy, what are you doing?” she breathes out.
“One kiss wasn’t enough, lass. I need more.” I cut off her reply with my tongue. She doesn’t fight me; instead, she grabs my arms and digs her fingers into them. Her tongue tastes sweet, like strawberries, making me even hungrier for her. Using my leg, I nudge hers apart.
“Lachy... we could get caught.”
I set the beer bottle on a bookshelf by the door—I need the use of both hands. “No one will know.” I kiss her again, deeper than before. I’m burning up, and it’s not the costume making me hot this time. June’s touch is making me feverish. I place open kisses on her neck while cupping her breasts over her dress.
A knock on the door contradicts my earlier statement that no one would know. “Lachy, open up.”
For fuck’s sake.
June pushes me back, her eyes round. “It’s Ryan.”
I’m not letting him in if he came here to scold me. “What do you want?”
“Open the door, Lachy,” Jake replies instead.
Bloody hell. They were nowhere near us when I brought June in here. How did they know?
June steps out of the way, and I open the door just a little. “Do you have June radar or something?”
Ryan pushes the door open, and he and Jake barge in.
“We saw you, dumbass. You weren’t supposed to steal her away,” Ryan grumbles.
“We should go back to the party. People will notice our absence,” June pipes up.
Jake looks at June. His eyes shine with appreciation as he takes in her disheveled appearance, and then he locks the door. “Or we can stay a little longer.”
June’s lips part. Her lipstick is completely gone, and her lips are swollen. “You can’t be serious.”
Snapping my arm around her waist, I pull her to me, making sure she won’t escape. “We’re serious, lass. How can you be surprised?” I lean closer and whisper in her ear, “You’re the hottest woman at this party.”
“I second that.” Jake steps closer.
“Third.” Ryan smiles. “Is that even a thing? I third that?”
“No,” June replies, but gasps when I reach under her skirt and find her soaking wet pussy.
“Do you like that, my beautiful lass?” I grin from ear to ear.
Her eyes close, and a moan escapes her lips. “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”
“Your wet pussy says otherwise.” I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“You’re all a bad influence,” she replies.
“Don’t hog her, Lachy,” Ryan complains.
June turns to him. “Come here. You’re too far away.”
While Ryan takes possession of her mouth, I draw my tongue down her cleavage and unfasten the buttons on the front of her dress. I overheard June and Katrina talking earlier about the improvement June made to the original design, and I approve.
June’s wearing a white lacy bra that makes me ache to run my tongue over her nipples. “Lass... you don’t play to lose, do you?”
She ends the kiss with Ryan and looks down, locking her gaze with mine. Her eyes are hooded and shining with raw desire. “Never.”
“No time to talk, Junebug,” Jake whispers. “I need to be inside you now.”
“You can say that again,” Ryan chimes in.
“Agreed. The motion passes,” I add.
She chuckles. “What was in those Jell-O shots Katrina gave you?”
I pick her up and head for the couch. “This isn’t the alcohol talking.”
Jake is already there with his pants unzipped. We’ve shared our girl enough times to know exactly how things are going to go. June takes my face between her hands and kisses me hard. She might not be buzzed like we are, but like I said before, our decisions aren’t being dictated by alcohol. We’d be doing the same thing stone-cold sober too.
I twist my fingers around the side of June’s delicate underwear and, with a hard yank, the flimsy fabric tears.
“Lachy! We talked about not destroying my underwear.”
I grin. “We did? I don’t recall.”
“You owe me.”
“I’ll buy you a hundred more. Now be a good girl and ride Jake’s cock. He’s ready for you.”
She looks over her shoulder. “Oh.”
Jake is resting his head against the couch’s arm and playing with himself already. It’s up to June how she wants to take us.
“How’s it gonna be, gorgeous?” he asks.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you from behind, Lachy front, and Ryan...”
“In your gorgeous mouth.” He grins. “Perfect.”
June sits at the edge of the couch, and Jake pulls her to him. While they make out, Ryan and I get rid of our shirts and hats. If I was home, I’d remove all my clothing, but the pants stay on just in case we need to look presentable in a hurry. Since June is still occupied, I drop to my knees for a little fun of my own. I part her legs and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Lachy...” she gasps.
I pull back just enough to ask, “What?”
“I thought we didn’t have much time.”
“There’s always time for eating your pussy, lass.”
“Make sure her hole is nice and ready for me, Lachy,” Jake chimes in.
“On it.” I swipe my index fingers left and right over her clit, coating them with June’s arousal, then slide my hand lower to tease her tight hole. She jerks a little. “It’s okay, lass.”
Ryan stands in front of June, wearing only his birthday suit. He pinches her chin and turns her face to his cock. “Open your pretty mouth for me, Peaches.”
She does as he says and then swallows Ryan’s entire length.
“That’s it, my love. Take it all.”
Jake reaches from behind and pinches her nipples while I return my attention to her sweet nub. It doesn’t take long for June’s moans to reach my ears. She’s wound tight already, quivering. I know she’s on the verge of climaxing. My cock is as hard as a rock, and my balls are tight, ready to go. I need to be inside her, but I focus on getting her off first.
I flick my tongue left and right over her clit while fucking her tight pussy with my fingers. Her walls tighten, milking them. Suddenly, her hips buckle, and her entire body trembles, but Jake holds her tighter while I finish her off.
“That’s it, Junebug. Come for us,” Jake murmurs.
Ryan pulls out and says, “Let’s hear your kitty sounds, Peaches.”
“I want more,” she breathes out.
“As you wish, gorgeous.” I smile, then lift her off the couch, keeping her legs parted.
Jake positions his cock right at her tight hole’s entrance, and I slowly lower her ass. She gasps when Jake penetrates her. I love seeing her stretched like that, but I love it more when I join the party.
“You’re so tight, my love,” Jake whispers in her ear.
Her eyes are hooded when I move closer. She turns them toward my cock, and immediately her breathing becomes shallower.
“Watch me fuck your tight pussy, lass.” I slide into her heat with ease. A shudder goes down my back as desire licks the base of my spine. I kiss her hard, then murmur against her lips, “You take us so well.”
“You feel so good. Oh my God,” she replies.
“Look at me, Peaches. I want to paint your tongue white.”
As Jake and I move in synch, fucking June’s holes, she reaches for Ryan’s cock. He twists his fist around a lock of her hair and fucks her mouth with focused intent.
We work well together, and I don’t have to worry about my movements. I surrender to the feel of June’s pussy around my cock and enjoy watching her suck my friend off. I lose track of time, and before I know it, we’re all caught in the frisson, writhing in pleasure.
“Fuck!” I yell, emptying everything inside her tight heat.
Ryan pulls out but keeps June’s mouth open while jets of his cum fill her mouth.
“Jesus fuck!” Jake blurts out, jerking his hips up and down, really giving June’s tight hole everything he has.
She’s shaking like a leaf, and her face is flushed, but she keeps her moans soft and low. It doesn’t matter if she’s loud or quiet. I know we made her feel good, and that’s all that matters.