The enemy duet, p.24
The Enemy Duet, page 24
And what a fucking man did that boy become.
I also wasn’t so clueless as to realize that I was side-stepping him because I wasn’t sure if he and Damien were still the enemy or not. If Fiona ended up murdering Damien in his sleep, it would be totally inappropriate for me to date his best friend. There was such thing as proper friend etiquette.
I side-eyed Fiona as she was fixing her hair and makeup and blurted out, “I’m lacking some serious willpower, Fee. I never expected to see Will here, and I sure as hell never expected him to turn out to look like that.”
Fiona laughed and turned towards me. “He does clean up nicely,” she grinned.
I turned and leaned up against the sink counter. “How horrible a best friend would I be if I went back to his hotel with him tonight?”
Fiona’s pretty head reared back in surprise. She blinked her pretty eyes at me and said, “Are you serious?”
I was officially the worst best friend ever.
“I’m sorry, Fee,” I mumbled. “I won’t-”
Fiona surprised me with a laugh. “Oh, God, Vicky,” she chuckled, “I didn’t mean it like that.” She shook her head. “I meant...do you seriously want to sleep with Will Creston? If memory serves me correctly, you hated him in school just about as much as I hated Damien.”
I shrugged a shoulder and turned back around to face the mirror. “I did,” I agreed. “He still kind of gets on my nerves. But he’s hot as hell, and it’s been awhile.”
“Vee, I don’t care if you use Will as your own personal blow-up doll tonight,” she chuckled. “I really don’t. You and Will have nothing to do with what Damien’s doing.”
“Speaking of, how are things going?”
Fiona gave herself a long, quiet stare in the mirror and let out a deep breath. “I have no idea,” she admitted, and my heart hurt for her.
I hooked my arm in hers. “Come on,” I said, “let’s finish this night out like champs.”
She smiled, and we walked out of the bathroom and onto a scene that gave me flashbacks to a time when Damien and Will were always surrounded by pussy. It took me back to some pretty vicious feelings I hadn't realized I still had. Maybe seeing Will and Damien together took me back to a time when Ben Lester cheated on me and the entire school knew it. Maybe seeing them together took me back to a time when Fiona would leave the room because Damien was draped in his latest teenage slut.
Whatever it was, I saw red.
Damien currently had a tall, built blonde pressed up against him whispering in his ear. We stood there watching her pat him on the chest like a good little boy, and then we were walking towards them.
I threw a nod towards the blonde walking away and said, “If you hurry, you can still get at that, Will. My tits are natural and normal sized, so I can’t, nor would I, compete with that.”
Will grabbed me by my arm and yanked me forwards, surprising the shit out of me. “Don’t get it twisted, Stems,” he snarled down at me. “If I wanted that, I’d have that. She’s not that difficult to get.” I scoffed because that was probably true. “I’m here with you, and I haven’t said or done anything to give you the impression that I want to be here with anyone else. So, knock your shit off, now.”
I yanked my arm out of his hold and, God as my witness, I wanted to slap the shit out of him and spread my legs for him all at the same time. A grownup Will Creston was something else.
Instead, I looked over at Fiona, and said, “I need a drink and not a classy glass of sophistication you got these servers offering. I’m going to the bar and I’m going to get a real drink. You coming, Fee?”
Fiona laughed, and I wonder if Damien’s finally made her crazy. “Of course.” She looked over at Damien and added, “I’m just going to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. You guys go mingle and make your millions.” She walked to stand next to me. “We’ll be fine.” Looking over at Will, she said, “I promise I won’t let her embarrass you amongst your friends and business associates, Will.”
Will looked like he wanted to say something, but we headed towards the bar before he got the chance. As soon as we sat down, I signaled the bartender for a shot of tequila.
“Let's fucking kill them,” I fumed.
“Trust me,” Fiona grimaced, “I’d like nothing more, but I can’t, Vee. I’m tired of Damien making me look and feel like a fool. There’s no way I’m going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that seeing him with that woman bothered me.”
The bartender set the shots of tequila down in front of us, and as I lifted my glass, I looked at her and said, “To pride?”
Fiona nodded. “To pride,” she agreed, raising her glass. The shots when down smoothly and soon we had another round.
Things were going well when two very good-looking guys came to sit down with us. “Are these seats taken?” asked the guy with dark brown hair.
“Not at all,” I answered knowing I was possibly going to start a brawl, but I didn’t care.
Fuck Damien Greystone and Will Creston.
“I’m Gareth and this is my business associate and friend, Martin,” he introduced as they took the seats next to us, Martin on my other side and Gareth on Fiona’s.
“I’m Vicky and this is Fiona,” I greeted back.
Martin’s brows shot up. “Tequila?”
I turned and smiled at him. “Hell, yeah.” From there on, we were taking shots and having a great time. That is, until Damien’s evil cast a shadow over us.
“Having a good time, Ladies?” There was no mistaking it. Damien was seething and the guys sitting next to us knew it. We all felt the shift in the air.
I looked up at him-still pissed-and replied, “Absolutely, Mr. Greystone.” I gestured towards Gareth and Martin and smiled. “We’ve even managed to make new friends.”
Damien turned to Gareth first and stuck out his hand, then did the same with Martin. “Damien Greystone. And who might you two gentlemen be?”
They each shook his hand as they shared a nervous look. “Mr. Greystone, I’m-” Gareth was cut off.
Damien waved away whatever he had been about to say. “Actually, I really don’t give a fuck who you are, so much as I give a fuck about what you’re doing.”
“Dami-”
He ignored Fiona and proceeded to piss a circle around her. “Innocent or not, stay away from my girlfriend, fellas. Trust me when I tell you, you’ll be healthier for it.”
Gareth threw his hands up in surrender, while Martin murmured, “Sure thing.”
I jumped up off the barstool. “You had no-”
The look he shot me was lethal. “Vicky, I am not the one and now is not the time.”
Ooookayyyyy.
I looked over at Fiona and I couldn’t read her. So, when Damien grabbed her by the arm to drag her with him, I followed because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen now. Would he kick us out and leave us to fend for ourselves? I wouldn’t put anything past the man.
As soon as we found Will, Damien gave him a quick rundown about the guys at the bar, and, suddenly, Will looked every bit as pissed off as Damien.
“We’re leaving,” Damien announced, and I could tell that he was one minor irritation away from slaughtering the entire building.
“Go ahead,” Will told him. “We’ll stay here until it’s appropriate for us to leave.” Damien gave him a tight nod and I kept quiet as I watched him walk away with Fiona in tow.
The next thing I knew, my arm was in Will’s grip, and he was hissing in my ear. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were fucking around with a couple of other guys, Vicky?”
I turned and looked up at him. “We were not fucking around with them,” I denied. “We were having drinks and just talking.”
He didn’t look like he believed me. “We’re going to work this room for another hour or so, and I’m going to make up for Damien’s absence, but after that, we’re leaving. And if you so much as bat your eyelashes at another guy while I’m parading you around as my date, so help me God, I won’t be responsible for my actions, Victoria.” Will started dragging me behind him to go make small talk before I could comment, but, holy hell, what could I say?
Sweet Baby Jesus.
Chapter 10
Fuck Ben Lester.
William~
The ride back to my hotel was riddled with uncomfortable silence.
I stayed true to my word and made up for Damien taking off and, to my surprise, Vicky had stuck by me and acted the perfect date, but I was still pissed. I was still pissed, and it wasn’t necessarily at Vicky directly. I’d be pissed if any female posed as my date all night long and then went off and started flirting with other men.
And then that irritating voice I sometimes call my conscience snickered, “Liar.”
Granted, this is the first time I’ve felt jealousy outside my teenage years, but I did my best to convince myself that what Vicky had done was just rude and that’s why I was pissed.
It wasn’t working.
When the cab pulled up in front of my hotel, I handed the driver a hundred, too pissed to care that the charged ride wasn’t even close to that amount, and while I was paying the driver, Vicky opened her door to get out and that just further pissed me off.
I got out of the car, and before I could make it around to the sidewalk, Vicky was already standing outside the cab.
This girl was going to make me fucking strangle her by the end of the night, I just knew it.
She took one look at my face, glanced behind me at the hotel’s entrance, and then her eyes found me again. “Maybe I should just-” The look I shot her shut her up.
I was done playing nice.
I stepped to her and towered over her. “We are going up to my room, Vicky,” I told her. “Where, if you’re lucky, I’ll let you take that dress off instead of just ripping it clean off your body.” Her breathing hitched and my dick immediately took notice. “You’re going to spend all night letting me fuck you any way I want to. And I’m going to spend all night making you regret not spreading your legs for me back in high school.”
Her brow arched and if she were tall enough to look down her nose at me, she’d be doing it. “I had a boyfriend in high school, Will,” she pointed out. “And even though he was a cheating bastard, I wasn’t.”
I shook my head as my right hand reached out to cup her face. “He never deserved you, Stems,” I told her. “You should never have gone back to him after the first time you broke up with him.”
She grimaced a bit, clearly embarrassed by her teenage poor judgement. “Well, I did,” she bit out. “And even if I hadn’t, I still wouldn’t have dated you, Will. Not with the way Damien treated Fiona.”
I smirked down at her. “Well, we’re not in high school anymore, Stems.”
Vicky’s head tilted to the side a bit as she regarded me. “No, we’re not,” she agreed.
I reached for her hand and, the second her fingers laced mine, I asked, “Ready?”
The corner of her mouth lifted in a confident smirk. “Are you ready, is the question,” she retorted.
“I’ve been ready since high school, Vicky,” I told her honestly and pulled her behind me, towards the hotel lobby doors.
We rode the elevator in silence and not because I didn’t want to be all over her. No. We rode the elevator in silence because I wanted to give Vicky enough time to change her mind if she needed to. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted her something fierce, but I wanted there to be no confusion in the morning. I didn’t want Vicky to be able to blame tonight on alcohol, peer pressure, seduction, etc.
I wanted her in my hotel room because that’s where she wanted to be.
I wanted her to be in my hotel room because she wanted to be there with me. I didn’t want to be some random dick that she was just using to get off.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, I placed my hand on the small of her back and guided her out into the hallway. We stopped in front of my hotel door and a part of me was waiting for her to change her mind. Vicky might want to get laid, but I knew she still had some residual feelings about teenage Will.
I unlocked the door and stepped back so Vicky could enter her first. Some might argue that it was a tactic implored to keep her prisoner, and they wouldn’t necessarily be wrong.
I shut the door behind me, and I really expected Vicky to ask for a drink or something to prolong the inevitable, but, once again, Victoria McGrath had my head spinning when she turned to face me and, walking backwards, she kicked off her shoes with the biggest smirk on her face.
I stepped towards her with every retreating step she took. “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you, Stems,” I told her as I started removing my tux jacket. “I’m going make sure every step you take tomorrow hurts like hell.”
She let out a challenging chuckle. “That’s a mighty big prediction, Will.”
“One I can deliver on,” I assured her as I unbuttoned my shirt while I kicked off my shoes.
Vicky arms reached around her back and I could hear the zipper on her dress. “I’m not sixteen anymore, Will,” she replied. “I’m not easily impressed these days.”
My steps came to a stop as Vicky push the straps of her dress over her shoulders and I watched the dress fall to a puddle around her feet. Vicky was standing in my hotel room in only her panties. The dress must have had a built-in bra or something.
Victoria McGrath was breathtaking.
She arched a perfectly groomed brow and asked, “So, where do you want me, Will?” All thoughts of seduction flew out the window, and the next thing I knew, I had her fiery red hair wrapped in my fist, her back slammed up against the wall, and my lips on her hers in a bid for victory.
I reached inside her lace panties at the same time Vicky reached for the buttons of my pants. The second my fingers slid between her bare pussy lips, my teeth bit down on her bottom lip. She moaned and I slid two fingers home. She was soaking wet already and the sticky sounds of my fingers inside her body played like a symphony in my ears.
Vicky broke off the kiss and I pressed my forehead against the top of her head as she struggled to pull my dick out of my pants. The second her hand wrapped around my hardness, I feared I was going to shoot my load like a goddamn teenager.
Vicky McGrath’s hand wrapped around my cock was better than any pussy I’ve ever been in, and that was just her fucking hand. I wasn’t stupid, though. I knew this was because it was Vicky. I’ve wanted this woman since we were kids, and now being this close to having her…well, it was fucking with me.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, ripped the pathetic lace clean off her body, and lifted her up until her back was braced against the wall and those sexy-as-fuck legs of hers were wrapped around my waist.
Vicky’s hands struggled to push my pants down, but once she managed to free my cock completely, I put finesse on the back burner and slammed my entire length as deep as it could go into her tight, wet, hot body. “Will!”
Vicky anchored her arms around my neck and held on as I rode the fuck out of her. I couldn’t hear anything outside the blood rushing through my ears and I couldn’t feel anything outside this woman wrapped around me; her arms, her legs, her pussy, her body pressed up against me…I. Could. Feel. Nothing. Else.
“Jesus Christ, Vic,” I grunted, and I felt exactly that. I felt like Jesus Christ created her pussy just for me. Slamming into her tight cunt, I knew there was no way I’d have been able to fuck her in high school and not lose my goddamn mind with it. Hell, I was on the verge of losing it now. Suddenly, I couldn’t control the anger nipping at the edges of desire at how she gave her sweet, glorious pussy to fucking Ben Lester.
“Will…oh, God…” she moaned.
“That’s it, Stems. Cum for me, baby,” I growled right before I latched onto her neck and marked the fuck out of her. I wasn’t going to see her again after tonight, so this was the only way I could make the memory linger.
“Harder,” she begged, and I loved how she wasn’t embarrassed to hand over the reins.
My fingers dug into her flesh and I pounded my cock into her pussy with the intention of erasing every bad thing she's ever thought about me. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Stems,” I swore. “I’m going to ride you until you beg me to stop.”
“Will!” Her body took mine prisoner and the grip her pussy had on my dick as she came all over me was the stuff of legends. It’s what made men propose after one week of dating.
I kept fucking her until I got another orgasm out of her before finally blowing my stacks inside her. It’s the first time I ever fucked without a condom or discussions about birth control. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind to wrap it up, but I suppose that was because when I looked at Vicky, I saw the girl I always wanted, not a woman who was out to get my wallet. I trusted her.
My dick was softening, but I remained lodged inside her as I carried her over to the hotel bed. I laid her down and covered her body with mine. Bracing all my weight on my elbows, I looked down at her lust-clouded face and I knew one night would never be enough with her. I’ve wanted this woman for as long as I could remember, and now that I’ve had her, it wasn’t going to be enough. I, suddenly, had an entirely new appreciation for Damien’s obsession with Fiona.
“I can’t wait to cover you in everything I have,” I whispered against her lips. Nothing was going to ruin this night. Hours later we were still going at it, and I’d never had a more perfect night in my life.
And then pounding on the door changed all that.
Chapter 11
Annoyance is a funny thing.
Victoria – (Two Months Later)~
I was happy for Fiona.
No.
Really, I was.
Damien was going to love that girl with everything he had, every minute of every day, for the rest of their lives, so I was super happy for her.
I swear I was.
But, first, he goes off and marries her without me-the bastard-and, now, he was treating her to an intimate, love-filled, post quickie wedding reception.
