Chapter 30
“It all makes sense now,” Trenton said, appearing at my back. He kept his voice low, so only I could hear.
We were at yet another social event to raise money for something, this one at Trent’s own house, which I hated to begrudgingly admit was palatial. It was still smaller than the Aston’s though. Only a damn Saudi Prince would have a compound bigger than the Astons.
But it wasn’t just the fact that this gathering was at Trenton’s house that made it borderline unbearable. It was that Sinclair, Dacre, and Presley were all in the room looking like walking sex dreams in their tuxedos, and I couldn’t touch them. Couldn’t so much as smile at them for too long in case someone noticed and suspected even for a second that there was anything going on between us.
It was slowly killing me. I was a heartbeat away from dragging whoever was closest to the bathroom and dropping to my knees.
Instead, I was stuck dealing with Trent and his insufferable ego. How many times did I have to cut this guy down and push him away before he stopped coming back for more? Was the beating Dacre gave him on my behalf not enough for him?
I changed my mind. For my birthday I was going to ask Byron to pay for the scientific research into time travel, so I could go back in time and never even entertain the idea of hooking up with a weasel like Trent for even a second.
I stiffened at the feel of him behind me now, trapping me between him and the bar. “What makes sense now? You finally work out how to do basic math? I’m thrilled for you.”
I turned, lifting my elbow to catch him in the stomach as I did, making him grunt in pain. He recovered quickly; the way his eyes tightened at the corners was the only indication that I was pissing him off.
His fake society smile remained as he glanced around us, lowering his voice and leaning in. “It finally makes sense why you’re acting like such a frigid bitch around me.”
I scowled at him, moving to walk away, but his fingers closed around my wrist. Fear instantly flooded me at the memory of those fingers wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air supply, and I jerked my hand away.
“Touch me again and I’ll make you bleed.”
A smile spread across his face and then he outright laughed. The sound sent a hot burst of anger raging inside me. Did he think I was joking?
“Well, look at that. Someone’s certainly stepped into her role as an Aston. Didn’t take long for that family arrogance to kick in.” He shook his head in a move so condescending I wanted to slap him. “It doesn’t suit you, Dempsey. You should try behaving like a lady.”
I took a deep breath, sucking it in and blowing it out. I was a step away from crushing his toes beneath my very sharp heel. “And you should stop behaving like a desperate, panting dog, and take no for an answer when it’s offered repeatedly.”
His eyes hardened with anger in an instant. “No need to get bitchy because you’re sleeping with your stepbrother. Don’t tell me Dacre isn’t dicking you right?”
A full body chill washed over me, the blood draining from my face.
How the fuck does he know that?
“Oh, don’t look like such a helpless fucking doe.” Trenton glanced around the room again, the smarmy fucking smile still there. “It’s not hard to work out. The meathead has been staring at you all night like you have a gold-plated pussy. He hasn’t looked at anyone with that stupid puppy dog look on his face since Belinda.”
I had no idea who Belinda was, but I wasn’t about to let him know that.
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, and clearly, neither do you.”
Refusing to listen to him spin more of his smarmy bullshit, I turned on my heel and walked away from him, edging through the crowd. I stopped near the entrance of the hallway, downing half my drink and trying to catch my breath.
It didn’t matter that I’d stayed away from my stepbrothers all night. Trenton had still worked it out, which was a fucking disaster.
Discarding my glass on the edge of a nearby art bust in a move my mother would kill me for, I ducked into the hallway towards the bathroom. Just as I approached, the door opened and Dacre stepped out.
His brow pinched, his face etched with concern as he scanned my face. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
I shook my head and Dacre instantly reached for me, backing us into the bathroom and locking the door behind him.
His hands caressed my arms and shoulders, soothing me. “What happened? Talk to me.”
“Trenton,” was all I got out.
His expression instantly shuttered. “What has that fuckstick done now? Did he touch you again?”
Rage lit his eyes and he reached for the door handle in an instant, ready to storm out there and defend me. I clasped my hand over his, stilling him.
“No, I’m fine. He just...”
Dacre frowned. “He just what?”
I gazed up at him, biting the inside of my cheek. “He said he thinks you and I are fucking. He claims you haven’t looked at anyone the way you’ve been looking at me all night since someone called Belinda.”
Dacre’s expression twisted. “What, has he been fucking staring at you all night? That’s the only way he could know who’s watching you. Fucking creep.”
I nodded, leaning back against the bathroom counter and gripping the edge. I was a ball of stress right now at the idea that Trenton might out us. “Except he’s right, we are…” I waved a hand back and forth between us, bringing a smirk to Dacre’s face.
“Fucking?” he offered with a wry grin.
“Yes! What are we going to do?”
He moved in close, taking my face in his hands and tilting it so our gazes locked. “Nothing. It’s petty gossip from a little bitch who’s obsessed with you. Who’s he going to tell?”
“A tabloid. A gossip site. Any kind of press.”
He scoffed. “And say what? He suspects we’re sleeping together? Unless he has a picture or video of us going at it, they’re not going to give a shit.”
A smile broke free at the ridiculous thought. “Wouldn’t put it past Trent to be camped outside my bedroom window with a long lens camera.”
Dacre dropped his hips against mine, my breath catching at his hardening cock between us. “I’d fucking kill him,” he muttered low and menacing, then covered his mouth with mine in a slow and sensual kiss completely at odds with the harsh words he just uttered.
Of all three of them, Dacre was the one with the most contradictions. A gentle brute. A sweet yet vicious guard dog. He loved hard and rough, just like his outward demeanor, but he had a bigger heart than anyone I’d ever met.
And I couldn’t get enough of him.
I broke the kiss when my heart rate started to pick up, pulsing between my legs. “We can’t do this here. Trenton already suspects us, we can’t get it on in his house and prove him right.”
Dacre’s heated gaze scanned my face, like he couldn’t decide where to kiss me first. “I don’t give a fuck about him. My girl is stressed, and I know getting her off is going to make it all better. So, get on the counter.”
Indecision kept me rooted to the spot. Doing this here in Trenton’s house when he already had questions about us was monumentally stupid. But all my solid decision-making went out the window when it came to Dacre. To any of them.
Tired of waiting for me, Dacre gripped my hips, lifting me off the ground and depositing me on the edge of the counter. He slowly dropped to his knees in front of me and his hands dipped beneath the hem of my dress, slowly trailing up my calves, then round to caress my thighs, taking the hem of my dress up with him.
“I’m dying to get my mouth on you, Bambi.”
His words had heat pooling between my legs. He hitched my dress underneath me to keep it out of the way, his hooded gaze meeting mine. “No panties. What a good fucking girl.”
I bit my lip, staring down at the reverent way he caressed my skin. He parted my knees, biting his bottom lip at the sight of me spread wide for him.
“So wet for me already.” Then he ducked his head between my legs, the first flick of his tongue making me moan.
He pulled back, a satisfied smile spread across his face. “As much as I love the noises you make when I’m eating you out, you have to be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
Without waiting for a response, his mouth closed over my clit, sucking, licking, teasing me in an endless assault on my senses. I moaned his name over and over as quietly as I could. My fingers threaded through his hair, gripping it tight and I rocked my hips against his mouth. “Fuck, Dacre. You’re so damn good at this.”
He teased me with his tongue over and over until I was ready to combust.
“Let go, baby. Come all over my tongue and give us both what we want.”
As soon as his mouth was back on me, he suctioned over my clit and my hips shot forward, an orgasm tearing through me.
“Oh my god, Dacre, yes!”
He lapped at me as I rode the wave and I fell back on both hands against the counter, totally satiated. Dacre climbed to his feet, swiping at his mouth. “Fuck you taste sweet, Bambi.”
He reached for a towel, cleaning me up and tossing it in the trash. Then he righted my dress and offered me both his hands to help me off the counter.
“Now run along and play your perfect daughter role, and act like your stepbrother didn’t just tongue fuck you in the bathroom like a good little whore.” He patted me on the ass as we left the bathroom. His words rushed through me, making my pulse pound between my legs all over again.
Maybe after one more drink I’d convince him for round two.
Only this time, I’d make him fuck me in Trenton’s bed.