Dangerous Games (20 page)

Finn and I kissed again but it was playful as we began to shed clothing on the way to his bedroom. His bed was, not surprisingly, immaculate and made up. Lots of dark hues of blue and red decorated his room. We both collapsed on the bed before he spread my legs and worked his way down.

It never surprised me how he could drive me crazy and that’s exactly what he did as he kissed my navel and slowly worked his way down to my soaking mound. His thumbs spread me like a flower and his hot, wet tongue flicked over my clit with slow, deliberate intensity. My hips bucked on their own as the pleasure overwhelmed me with a delicious, and immediate need to orgasm but he pulled away at the last minute.

Two of his fingers slid inside me and began to massage my G-spot. I sighed out loud and ground my teeth together but the feeling of pure pleasure was too much for me. I counted down from ten and by the time I reached one, my orgasm flowed over me in great waves, flooding his fingers with my juices as he lapped at my clit again and again to add to the intensity.

My head turned to one side and then the other in a spasm of overwhelming desire to have him inside me. I needed to be connected to him and I wanted it to happen at that very moment.

“Finn, please fuck me,” I whispered.

“We’ll get to that eventually unless you have become a very selfish lover or…going down on me holds too many bad memories.”

What was he talking about? I loved having his cock inside my mouth and that is what made his betrayal that much deeper and profound. What we did in our sex life was supposed to be intimate and private, and he’d broken that bond that night when he made me humiliate myself around those rich kids—and my peers—unfortunately.

I sat up, slid his boxer-briefs down and came face to face with his hard-on that was painful in its intensity. My right hand grabbed it and began to massage up and down the length while I inhaled his deep masculine scent which smelled of a freshly washed body and just a hint of cologne, definitely expensive but I couldn’t place the scent at the moment.

“Did you share your dick with anyone? Did some random Southie chick get to enjoy this?” I wondered out loud before I flicked my tongue over the tip and tasted the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum.

“I wish I could tell you I was a walking stud while you were gone but no…I just couldn’t. Not once because I’d thoroughly convinced myself we would get back together. It wouldn’t have been fair for me to do that to you but then have issues if…something had happened between you and Etienne.”

I searched his eyes out in the darkness. “Nothing happened between us…though I did find out my mother has allowed him to have his way with me.”

Finn unlocked my fingers from around his manhood and sat up next to me. “What are you talking about, Evie? Please tell me your mother has not whored you out to her husband?”

“Well, she did, Finn. If anything happened, she’s assured him I would be the one to go, not him. She’s officially chosen her husband over me and there is nothing I can do but sit it out and wait for my inheritance.”

“Is it still worth it to you? I mean the waiting and knowing what she has done? I would hate her if I were you.”

“I guess a part of me does hate her. If you hadn’t come when you did, I can’t promise I wouldn’t have slept with Etienne as a revenge fuck. I mean, I know I don’t care about him…not like I care about you but I care enough about him the sex wouldn’t have been completely empty.”

I smiled. “He’s a great cook and conversationalist but he never replaced you and I missed you so much. I had to let you make the first move though…I couldn’t have done anything in regards to our relationship because my pride wouldn’t let me. Every time I thought about calling you, that night would flash in my mind, and I would bury my phone at the bottom of my handbag.”

“Does Athena know I’m back?”

“She shouldn’t if Etienne keeps his mouth shut. I was very excited and accidentally blurted out you had come to L.A. He said he wouldn’t tell her but I trust him about as far as I can throw him.”

“Well, it wouldn’t pay to rock the boat so I encourage you to stay close with him. You know that old saying about keeping your friends close but your enemies closer.”

I kissed his lips again and his tongue darted inside my mouth with a gentle caress. I threw him on the bed and kissed my way down his beautiful body. When his manhood, still hard as a rock, came into view, I licked the underside of his cock and he breathed in deeply.

I always knew what area to touch and kiss. My tongue played with the mushroom head of his manhood before I wrapped my lips around the firm flesh and sucked hard. My mouth began to work up and down his length with precision and aching gentleness because I didn’t want him to be anywhere near coming.

When I began to deep throat him and take his whole length inside my mouth, he lost control started with the feeling of his hips as they jerked toward my head and the thick, viscous fluid of his semen flowed down the back of my throat.

“No worries…that was a shallow orgasm. I’m still hard and I want to come inside you, Evie. Please let me come inside you,” he begged.

I laid on my back and spread my legs as he climbed onto my body though he distributed his body weight so I didn’t feel it on top of me in an intrusive manner. I grabbed his cock and guided him inside me before he thrust his whole length into me to the hilt. We stayed like that for a moment, and I could see his eyes in the dimness of the room.

We found each other’s lips and kissed again as he found a pleasing rhythm to which he assaulted my body with sheer brutality yet also a gentle pleasure that I couldn’t quite come to terms with in my mind.

How could we have found a place where we could be soft and hard, gentle and brutal, and yet it all felt the same? It was a gentle mix of heaven and earth and I relished the sheer pleasure of our lovemaking.

Sometime during our marathon session, we rolled over and I rode him with intensity and passion that made me, and him come almost instantly. The feeling of him spilling his seed inside me as I clutched my vaginal muscles around his manhood was magical. I began to join him as he furiously rubbed the padding of his right thumb over my clit.

It was beautiful and completely mind-numbing at the same time. We continued to milk never ending orgasms from one another, and I thought the pleasure would never end. It didn’t, not really, but it became less intense and my sex throbbed as he pulled out of me and we lay next to one another.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Finn inquired after a long silence.

“No, of course not. Besides, it’s a nice ache to have.” I smiled and buried head in the crux of his neck before I licked the strip of sweaty skin.

His taste was salty-sweet and I realized there was nothing about this man I didn’t love. So why weren’t we a real couple again? That would be my fault and the issues I had to work out but I did know the thought of him with another woman made me think crazy thoughts. He was mine even if I hadn’t claimed him again, and I’d be damned if another woman touched him intimately.

“I know I am going to sound like a real bitch but I don’t care…can you promise you won’t sleep with anyone else? I know we aren’t officially back together but I can’t stand the thought of you with someone else.”

“You think it’s any easier for me when it comes to you and that French prick?” He rolled over onto his stomach and lay out on his arms while they acted like a pillow. “Go ahead and fuck him because if you don’t, you’ll always have that ‘what if’ playing in your mind, and I don’t want that.”

My eyes stared into his. “You’re kidding, right? Finn, he’s my mother’s husband—”

“—and the same man she gave permission to have his ‘way’ with my girlfriend and her own fookin’ daughter. What’s wrong with her?” he wondered in a voice where his Irish accent was back with a vengeance. “At this point, I don’t even think of it as you giving him anything…I just would like to wipe that smug look off of your mother’s face when her husband finds himself enthralled with my girlfriend, and he can’t have you, not
ever
. Sick, I know…but I am the same man who made you suck me off at that rich prick’s house so if I didn’t say something similar to what I am saying now, I would be a huge hypocrite.”

“Not really,” I began as I climbed onto his back and rubbed my slippery sex against the small of his back. “You weren’t sharing me with anyone—”

“Promise me you’ll make him wear a condom. Even if it is a lambskin one…I don’t want him getting every inch of you…does that make sense?”

“I can’t believe we are considering this at all. Nothing good can come of this and we both know it.”

“It’s not about that. Retribution…revenge—call it whatever the hell you want—this about not allowing them to get away with anything. You need to show them they haven’t gotten the best of you and they never will. Until you do that, your mom will continue to use you as a pawn. You may be her daughter but since when did she think that her job as your mother included being your madam? This is about showing her once and for all you won’t be used by her, and you won’t allow her husband to believe he can get away with it either.”

Finn was right of course.

My mother and Etienne needed to be taught a lesson but I couldn’t help but think perhaps this whole situation could backfire on us in the most malicious of ways.

Despite my reservations, we sealed the deal that night before we made love again and fell asleep in one another’s arms.

“O
kay, let me get this straight because I think something has been lost in translation. You and Finn have decided to set your mother up by having you sleep with her husband? Are you sure you two have a clue what it is you’re doing because frankly, that is the craziest plan I have ever heard.”

The speaker was Monika and it was just the two of us.

We had met up for our usual Sunday brunch since we had a month until school started. Afterwards, we usually went clothes shopping but I doubted we would get to it that afternoon.

I was nervous enough because I would be seeing Amaani again in a couple of weeks and how did I break it to her in the kindest of ways that we would no longer be conducting our sexual relationship with one another? She knew I had always batted for both teams but how would she take it now that my boyfriend was in town, and I’d moved her from Boston University to UCLA?

It hadn’t been easy but I was more than able to pull a few strings and work out her transfer. I felt pretty good about what I had done for Amaani but the longer I spoke to Monika, the more my good feelings disappeared. Now my best friend had succeeded in making me feel like I was some kind of lower life form because I wanted to seek revenge against my mother.

“You’re forgetting she gave Etienne permission to sleep with me, and if that weren’t screwed up enough, she confessed to her boy-toy he would always come first. If it was between him and me, I would be the first to go. How screwed up is that, Monika?”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right, Evie.” She carefully sliced into her egg-white tofu sausage and mushroom omelet before placing the piece in her mouth.

I’d ordered pancakes, real pork sausage and two scrambled eggs on the side. Half of my food was gone but I’d lost my appetite the more my best friend spoke. “True but it sure will make me feel better.”

Monika placed her utensils on the plate and looked at me, her ice blue eyes full of contempt. “Listen…I know about your history with Finn. Dylan told me about your relationship, and the son you two have together that is being raised by your aunt and uncle. I can’t help feeling you two bring out the worst in each other, and maybe it’s time you think about severing your ties with him for good. I know all about young love and what not but…you two are oil and water. He shouldn’t be encouraging you to do this and if he
was
any real man, he would tell you to drop it. No good can come of this and you have to know that.”

My heart beat fiercely in my chest and although I didn’t need the extra caffeine, I finished my coffee anyway. “Dylan had no right to tell you anything. I can’t sever my ties to Finn when he is the only man I have ever truly loved. You’ll never know what that’s like but there is only one man for me in my life, and that is Finbar Reilly. Everyone else is just window dressing—”

“Including Etienne?” Monika raised a perfectly shaped pale brow. “I know how close you are to him, and what you two have been for one another. Now all the sudden Finn has come back into the picture and you can honestly declare you have no feelings for him?”

“I may have feelings for him but how twisted is
that
?” I brushed my hair from around my face with nervous hands. “Everything that has happened between Etienne and I was made possible because Finn wasn’t around. I shouldn’t be lusting after my stepfather, and my mother shouldn’t have given him carte blanche to have his way with me. I will never forgive her for choosing her husband over me, especially when he is a thirty-year-old model who obviously is with her only because of
who
she is—not because he
loves
her.”

“That might be true but you don’t know that for certain. I mean did it ever occur to you that he could have feelings for both you and your mother? Men can feel completely different emotions for different women you know. Just don’t do this because all it is going to bring is a world of hurt for the people around you, and do you really need to sink down to your mother’s level? If you do then you are no better than her.”

Monika’s words haunted me well after our brunch ended and we went our separate ways. I decided to shop but didn’t find anything I wanted; I was due at Finn’s later that evening therefore I went back to my guesthouse and decided to kill time by listening to music and reading the latest dark romance novel I had started on my iPad.

My peaceful reprieve was interrupted by a knock at the front door before a key was placed in the lock and the door opened. I walked from my sitting room to the hall, and came face to face with Etienne. He looked casual and cool in a pair of dark blue jeans and a white, silk short-sleeved button down shirt.

“Hey,” he greeted. “I saw your car in the driveway and decided to come over. How have you been?”

“You mean since earlier this week when you confessed my mother would choose you over me?” I inquired sarcastically. “Just peachy. What are you doing here, Etienne?”

“I suppose everything worked out between you and Finbar if you are treating me this way. You must understand, Evie, the feelings I have for your mother do not contradict what I feel for you. I still care very deeply for you and surely you know if anything happened between the two of you, I would take care of you.”

I laughed at this remark. “How sweet of you to want to take care of me with money that is
supposed
to be
mine
in the first place. I don’t know where my mother found you and I don’t care if you are a model or not because when it all comes down to hard facts, you are nothing but a con artist. You must feel pretty proud of yourself and how everything has worked out. How long do you plan to stay with the old bat? One year? Two years? Five years? You’ll still look good at thirty-five, and not only will you have a pot load of money but you’ll be able to have that family you’ve always craved.”

His blue-green eyes hardened before he grabbed me by my wrists and pushed me against the wall. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m some common gigolo! I love your mother very much but it’s you who I want to fuck so don’t get it twisted,
chérie
. I wouldn’t want to be in another relationship but that doesn’t mean I am not a man, and don’t have desires for other women. I very much lust after you but that is all I feel for you because you aren’t capable of inspiring a man to feel anything else.”

I tried to twist away from his grip but his hands held me too firmly. “You’re so full of bullshit, and the worst part of this sad situation is both of us know it.”

“Am I?” He applied more pressure to my wrists until I squealed. “You’re nothing but a beautiful shell, Evie. All looks and absolutely no fucking substance. You aren’t half the woman your mother is, and that is what really burns you, doesn’t it? You want me to feel something for you I
cannot
and never will be able to—not for a twenty-year-old
kid
. How could I ever want a Honda when I am driving around…in style with a BMW?”

Something inside me broke and I pushed him away from me. He finally let go of my wrists to break his fall but when he slowly stood, he laughed. He expected the reaction he received out of me and I actually was aiding him in his sick, twisted behavior. What was wrong with me, and why did I ever want to seduce this man to begin with? He and my mother deserved one another.

“Just go,” I said quietly before I turned away from him and walked into the sitting room.

However, Etienne didn’t leave. He merely grabbed a drink from my refrigerator and walked into the sitting room to join me. I looked at him with an expression of resignation and annoyance as he sat across from me and drank a Heineken in long, cool swigs.

“This relationship…and supposed seduction between the two of us would go so much smoother if you didn’t fight me at every turn. Aren’t you tired of running around with boys when it is obvious you need a real man? I could show you the ropes and teach you to be an excellent lover,
and
a woman of substance, Evie. Eventually, you would live up to your given name, and you would no longer have to use a kiddie nickname because you aren’t woman enough to acknowledge who and what you truly are,” he explained in a clear and calm voice.

“I have a real man in my life, Etienne. Why don’t you just go back to my mother? Shouldn’t you be entertaining
her
?” I inquired out loud.

“Finn is not a real man. He is a childhood crush, a first love you’ve become stuck on because you two had a child together a lifetime ago. You don’t owe him anything but somehow he’s convinced you if you’re not with him then you aren’t whole. You know this to be false so why do you continue to allow him to perpetuate this myth about what you two truly are to one another?”

I shook my head in anger. “Finn is the only person I have ever been able to depend on so excuse-fucking-me if I can’t just dump him because his presence is no longer convenient for you and your pseudo-Casanova charms. You have absolutely no idea what my childhood was like so don’t pretend you understand or care. You don’t know about the relationship I have endured with my parents. All you know is what I have
told
you, and perhaps tidbits of what my mother has disclosed to you in between bouts of her giving you head.

“What ever was between you and me has now come to an end because I want no part of it. I don’t care what my mother promised you but you’re not getting anything from me. Please, if you have any morals at all, just leave and agree to never see me unless I am having dinner with my mother and you. I don’t want anything beyond what our relationship should consist of and that is all.”

Etienne stood, finished his beer and set it on my glass table. “Fine. Be a child. It’s your loss, not mine.”

I watched him leave and when I heard the front door open and close, I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I
can’t believe he would talk to you that way. He’s really convinced himself that nothing will come of his behavior, no matter what he does.”

I lay in the warmth of Finn’s arms on his large, welcoming wrap around sofa in the living room of his apartment and wished I could block out that earlier afternoon with my stepfather.

“Well, he feels empowered. My mother allows him to get away with this shit so he feels he’s unstoppable and I can’t exactly say he’s wrong in believing it. Take two people and combine them along with oversized egos, and this is the havoc you wreak. I don’t know…I have to stay there but the more I think about, I am second-guessing everything. Even the money.