Chapter 3
Lily
What the hell was that?
Did I nearly kiss Marcus Diaz?
I’m not that hard up.
You really are though.
No, I’m really not.
For fuck's sake, now I’m arguing with myself in my head.
God, I’m stressed.
You know what’s good for stress?
Nope, I won’t do it.
“Do what?” Jade says from her spot on the sofa.
Shit, did I say that out loud?
“Nothing.” Leaning forward, I steal a handful of her snacks.
“Help yourself.” Jade scowls at me. She’s a foodie and not a fan of sharing. We’ve been best friends for years, and she’s recently just moved back in to live with me, Beck, and our other best friend, Trixie.
“Thanks. I will.” I pop one in my mouth and rest my head on the back of the sofa.
“How was your date? You’re a little flushed.” She nudges my shoulder playfully.
I touch my cheeks with my palms. “It was a little chilly out, that’s all.” It has nothing to do with the fact that the man I despise more than any other had me pinned to the wall, and I fucking liked it. Not only liked it, but I craved for him to take it further.
Jesus, I really am hard up.
There’s no denying that Marcus Diaz is handsome with his olive skin, deep brown eyes, and unruly chestnut wavy hair.
But when he had me pinned to the wall, I felt the power in his muscles that I’ve seen plastered all over men’s health, fitness, and sports magazines.
And the shameful part of me wanted to bend to him like all the other women do.
But I have standards.
Two years.
That’s the only explanation. It’s been two long ass years since I’ve been touched by a man, and now it seems that if one pays me the slightest bit of attention, I’m putty in his hands. I know he was only messing with me; it’s what he does best. It’s like a game to him.
But his eyes told a different story tonight.
They drew me in as they scanned my face; not an ounce of malice, just pure lust. I was so close to closing that small distance he put between us, but my brain caught up with me.
I was lust drunk. There is no way I should even be thinking about Marcus like that, let alone enjoying the possessive way he held my wrists.
“Lily?” Jade places her hand on my thigh, making me jump slightly and halting my wandering thoughts.
“Mmmm?”
“Where the hell did you go? I just asked you about your date and you glazed over. Was it that good?”
“No. The complete opposite. He was a total douche.” Groaning as I sit up, remembering the reason I actually went out tonight. “Got drunk, tried to belittle me, was far too loud, and had zero manners.”
“Manners maketh the man.” Jade reaches for her wine.
“Nice Kingsman reference, my friend.”
“You’re welcome. So, he isn’t the one. You’ll find your missing piece one day.”
“Babe, I’m done trying.” I rub my temples. “If my perfect man is out there, he’s going to have to find me because I’m fed up of looking. From now on, I’m focusing on my career and that’s it.” I pop another sweet in my mouth. “Do you know what else this douche did?”
“Tell me everything.” Tucking her feet under her butt, getting comfortable, she gives me her full attention.
“Marcus Diaz was at the bar, and Carl literally ran over to ask for an autograph, leaving me alone at the table.”
“He didn’t? Shit, that’s cold.” She grimaces.
“Right? He had spinach in his teeth as well. Thank goodness for my impeccable gag reflex, else the dick would have been wearing my dinner.”
Her nose crinkles in disgust before she asks. “What was Marcus doing there?”
“On the prowl, I should think.” Why did that thought make my heart skip?
“Anyway.” I wave her off, trying to ignore my traitorous heart.
“How are you doing?” I ask softly. Jade has been through the ringer this past year.
My girl was cheated on, then before she had a chance to wrap her head around what her dick of an ex did, her mum, Olivia, was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Ever since I pretty much inserted myself in to Jade’s life when we were ten, Olivia has been like a second mum to me and we all were worried we were going to lose her, but Olivia is one strong woman, and she has pulled through.
But the disease has left its mark on us all.
“I’m okay, mum’s doing better. Today’s been a good day.
” She swirls the wine in her glass, deep in thought.
“Hunter left another gift for me today.” Did I mention she also started her dream job as a high flying associate at one of the world’s largest investment companies, and her billionaire boss is down bad for her, trying his hardest to get her to go on a date with him.
“And?” I pry.
“And it’s getting harder and harder to keep things professional.” She groans.
“You know my thoughts, babe.” Standing, I brush my dress back down and plant a kiss on her head.
“I wish it was as simple as you’re making it out to be, Lils.”
“It could be if you get out of your head.” She sips her wine, lost in thought. “On that note, I’m off to shower tonight’s shame away and get some beauty sleep.” Quickly, I steal another one of her beloved sports mixtures before rushing away.
“Hey,” she shrieks.
“Night, babe. Love you,” I sing over my shoulder, hearing her giggling as I push open my bedroom door.
Grabbing my sleep set from my bedside drawer, a flash of pink catches my eye.
You don’t need to take the edge off Lily.
Leave BOB where he is, get showered, and go to bed.
But as I pull my dress over my head, I catch a slight masculine scent.
Marcus’s bergamot aftershave assaults my senses, and I scrunch my eyes closed.
You will not think about him. You have more class than that.
But God, he smells so good.
Fuck it.
Scooping up my vibrator, I move to my bathroom. I just need this release; it’s completely natural, and I deserve it.
Turning the shower on, I wait for it to warm up, all the while staring at the pink vibrator teasing me on top of the basin.
Just because you need to take the edge off, it has nothing to do with Marcus.
Nor will you think about him while you’re doing it.
You’ll think of Charlie Hunnam like you always do.
Sons of Anarchy, Charlie, The Gentleman, Charlie, literally Charlie doing anything.
Stepping into the shower, vibrator in hand, I revel in the feel of the warm spray teasing out all my knots and kinks.
The vibrator buzzes in my hand as I turn it on to its lowest setting.
Moving it across my breasts and teasing each of my nipples, the vibrations heat me up from the inside.
I love my nipples being played with, but most men just go straight for the endgame.
Feeling my core start to tighten as my nipples become tight, I turn the vibrator up a setting and trail it down my body, imagining it is Charlie doing this.
Spreading my legs and bringing the vibrator toward my pussy, I gently place the tip on my clit, making me sigh with relief.
God, that feels good. Turning the setting up again, I continue to tease my clit while my other hand plays with my nipples.
Pulling and tweaking them. I gasp as I bring the vibrator to my entrance, slowly pressing it inside, pumping it in and out, my pussy becoming wet and slick as it stretches around the toy, accepting every inch.
I thrust a little harder as the vibrations travel through my entire body.
I suck in a sharp breath as my muscles tense and quiver.
As the telltale sign of an orgasm builds, I quicken my thrusts, my muscles coiling tight, and pleasure rushes up my spine.
The need to come climbs with every thrust.
Turning the vibrator up another notch, the peak of my orgasm is right there.
My hand balls into a fist, and I lean against the tiles, as a warm wave of pleasure shoots through me, so intense, I need to keep myself from falling as my legs shake.
Just as I let my orgasm wash over me, I clasp my hand over my mouth, muffling my scream.
Marcus’s face replaces Charlie’s, and I shatter around my vibrator so violently my knees buckle, and I crash to the floor, gasping for breath.
Shit.