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CHAPTER FIVE

 

 

Zachary

The music was blaring at full volume as we entered the crowded club, the bass a living breathing thing in my body. Jason and Bill set off instantly on their hunt for a meaningless fling with one of the barely clad girls who swayed their hips in rhythm to the hip-hop beats. Jason and Bill were wearing the same floral shirt, as some sort of running gag that was supposed to impress the chicks. I doubted that the Beach Boys look made girls want to drop their panties.

I stalked over to the bar, Kevin at my heals, and ordered a vodka-martini, my favorite drink. Kevin got his usual non-alcoholic beer and gave me a pained smile when a drunk girl leaned against the bar next to him, batting her eyelashes at him. He, always the gentleman, didn’t have the guts to send her off; instead he ignored her advances. And that was proving more and more difficult by the minute. She ran a hand through his long blond hair. A year ago he would have readily took her up on her obvious offer but ever since he met Reagan everything had changed. The guys and I often taunted him about being whipped but I had to admit that his relationship with Reagan was admirable. Yet sometimes they reminded me of love-sick puppies.

Kevin's forced smile turned into a frown when the girl began to feel him up, running her hand up and down his chest. I heaved a monumental sigh and took it upon myself to save his life. I bent toward the girl and her eyes snapped up to me, continuing the unnerving batting of her lashes. It made me dizzy to watch the rapid movement. I gave her my shark-grin. “Get lost, kitty, we're not interested.”

She looked offended and opened her mouth for a come back. I spared her the effort and growled. “Get lost.” She left with a huff, giving me one last deathly glare.

“That wasn’t very nice, Zach,” Kevin said, trying to hide his grin behind the bottle of beer in his hand.

I shrugged and leaned back against the bar. “You should be grateful. I saved you. I'm sure Reagan wouldn't like this skank having her hands all over you.”

“Reagan trusts me,” he said with fervor, his eyes lighting up at the mentioning of his girlfriend.

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes their lovey-dovey displays made me sick. My eyes caught sight of long, blond hair and a body I knew only too well. Just the distraction I needed.

Kevin nudged my side. “Brittany's advancing on you. I'm gone. Maybe I'll find Jason or Bill somewhere on the dance floor.” With that he disappeared in the crowd, as if the devil was after him, and for him Brittany was the equivalent of the devil. The two hated each other with fervor. Kevin found her arrogant, self-centered, narcissistic, vain and rude. Brittany was all of those things. But she was also fucking hot and a good lay.

I glanced in her direction and she smirked at me. I stifled a groan and kept my face indifferent. The girl was confident enough, I didn't need to add to that by appraising her undeniably irresistible body.

She sauntered over to me, a sultry smile playing on her red-painted lips. Men often took Brittany for stupid; she was anything but, and that made her even more dangerous. She went to business school and was the daughter of one of my father’s best customers and friends. Her eyes traveled over my body as I leaned against the bar, vodka-martini in hand. I didn't smile at her, not in the mood for pleasantries. Brittany and I'd been fuck buddies for almost a year and though recently she seemed to want more I couldn't imagine wanting more than hot sex from her. She, just like I, had other partners and one-night-stands, and I wanted our relationship to remain on a no-strings-attached basis.

“Hi Zach,” she said in a husky voice, perching on a bar stool beside me and crossing her long legs. “Do you like my new dress?”

Of course, Brittany was as obnoxious and self-centered as usual. I let my eyes wander over her dress, if you could even call it that. I’d classify it as underwear. It left hardly anything to the imagination. Not that there was anything I hadn’t seen yet.

The flimsy red piece of fabric ended high on her thighs, barely covering her butt, and the plunging neckline would have made a hooker jealous. Brittany loved to present her best features openly, cause that's all she was - looks. If it weren't for her hot body I'd have never put up with her for so long.

“The dress is nice,” I commented dryly before raising my drink to my lips and taking another gulp.

Brittany's face darkened. “Nice?” She was about to throw one of her temper tantrums.

I sighed quietly. “God damn sexy, fucking hot...”

She smiled, satisfied, and grabbed my arm, sliding her high-heeled foot between my legs and rubbing it along my inner thigh. “How about a dance?” She hopped off the stool and pulled me toward the dance floor. I resisted her tugging and she pouted. “You won't regret it.” Then she licked her lips in a way that almost made me moan. I knew this was a game for her. She had acting skills deserving of an Oscar. You would never believe she was the same woman who attended luncheons at my father’s company in custom-made business suits.

I didn't resist any longer, knowing that this would only make her more insistent. I moved my body in rhythm to the hammering beat and ran my hands over Brittany's hips while she grinded herself against me, her butt causing delicious friction against my groin.

She knew what she was doing of course. She'd done it with God-knows how many guys and with me more times than I cared to count. Despite my previous annoyance, I grew hard and let out a low growl. Brittany reached behind herself and cupped my cock through my pants, squeezing lightly while we kept rocking to the music. Her touch was a promise of what was to come. I nuzzled my face against her neck and sucked her skin into my mouth. She let out a low moan and ground herself even more insistently against me.

“Fuck,” I growled into her ear.

“Just what I've been thinking,” She grinned wickedly at me and led me across the dance floor toward the back door of the club. For once it wasn’t raining, not that I'd have cared if it had. The small back alley was deserted. Just what we needed.

She pushed me hard against the wall and I rested against it, glad that it was keeping me steady. All my blood had gathered in a certain part of my body, so I was glad for something to lean on. She smiled seductively and sank down on her knees in front of me. I had to give it to her: she didn’t mind getting dirty. Brittany licked her lips again and reached for my jeans. I stared up at the night sky.

Unbidden thoughts of Amber penetrated my mind. Where did they come from? This wasn’t the moment to think about her. Her beautiful, shy smile made Brittany's sexy smile appear so horribly cheap. I felt almost guilty for wanting to fuck Brittany.

Damn it. But I really really wanted to fuck Britt.

Brittany pulled my zipper down and released my cock from its prison. I wanted to protest, but then Brittany's hot mouth closed around the tip of my cock and every sane thought left my mind. I groaned and leaned my head against the hard brick wall. I grabbed the back of Brittany's head to keep her in place, though she seemed comfortable enough. Hell, that woman knew what she was doing. Her tongue swirled around my tip, then she sucked me into her mouth as deep as it would go, and she was the only woman who’d ever managed to take all of my cock into her mouth. One day I had to ask where she’d learned to deep throat. I started thrusting and she hummed against my cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. She gripped my butt as I fucked her mouth. The sounds she made as she sucked me drove me fucking insane with arousal. Fuck, she was good. With a groan, I came into her mouth.

“Fuck.” I exhaled. She rose to her feet and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she smiled at me triumphantly. “I told you, you wouldn't regret it. I keep my promises.”

She leaned into my body and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on her lips. I snarled into her mouth, gripping her ass and squeezing it hard. My hands on her ass, I lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding herself against my groin. I turned us around and pressed her up against the wall, pushing my hips against her. Being with Brittany made me forget my problems. Everything was simple and uncomplicated with her. This was simply hot, raw sex, nothing else.

No promises, no regrets.

Just a meaningless fling.

***

I set her down and disposed of the condom before putting my jeans back on. Brittany leaned against the wall, looking fucking pleased with herself.

She kissed my cheek. “Let's continue at your place.”

I frowned. I'd taken her home a few times before but Brian couldn't stand the sight of her, so those sleepovers were few and far between. And now with Amber being the new roommate, it was completely out of the question.

“That won't work,” I said.

Her blue eyes narrowed and her lips thinned. I knew what that meant: temper tantrum.

“Why?” she demanded.

I straightened and slid my hands into my pockets. “Because Brian's sister has moved in with us.”

“So what? Is she such a prude that she can't listen to us having a bit of fun?”

I didn't like how she talked about Amber. “Stop it,” I said tightly but my reaction made it only worse.

“What is it? Are you screwing her, too? Is she a good fuck? Better than me?”

I took a step toward her, scowling. Her eyes widened in shock. “Don’t talk about her like that.”

“Fuck you!” she spat. “You can find someone else to suck your dick!” She stomped toward the door, disappearing in the building.

I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes. As pleasurable as sex was with Brittany, I wasn’t sure if that was enough to put up with her personality. The door opened again and I expected Brittany to return but it was only Kevin.

He grinned at me. “Brittany just stalked past me. She looked royally pissed.” That fact obviously caused him great pleasure.

When I didn't say anything he continued, “What happened? Didn't you live up to her expectations?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “My performance was outstanding as usual.”

Kevin snorted. “You look ready to leave.”

“I’m so ready to leave.”

“So what got her panties in a twist then?” he inquired as we headed back into the club.

“She wanted to go to my place for seconds and wasn't happy when I told her no. With Amber in the apartment, bringing Brittany wouldn't be a good idea. It would only upset Amber to listen to us.”

Kevin scanned my face as we left the club in the direction of the car. It was unnerving to have him watching me like that. “What?” I snapped.

“You like her,” Kevin commented.

“Whom?”

“Brian's sister of course,” he said before he dropped into the driver's seat. I didn’t know how he could stand the taste of non-alcoholic beer, but as long as it made him my chauffeur he could drink that piss water whenever he wanted.

“Don't even think about it,” I warned him.

His expression turned serious. “Why not?”

“The girl went through hell. She sure as hell isn’t ready for a relationship,” I said a bit sharper than intended.
And neither am I
, I added in my mind.

“You mean she isn’t ready for sex. Don't tell me you are that much of an asshole that you can't imagine being with her because you would have to live without sex for a while?”

I scowled at him. “Shut up, Kev,” I taunted him with the name Reagan used for him. “It's not like you know anything about it.”

Kevin gave me a pointed look. “I was exactly like you Zach. I was always looking for the next fling and I couldn't imagine being without sex for long but then I met Reagan.”

A snarky comment lay on the tip of my tongue, but he kept talking. “Reagan was recovering from a bad breakup when we met and she made it pretty clear that she wasn't ready to jump in bed with me right away. But I was willing to wait because I cared about her.”

“How long have you waited?” I blurted out.

He looked uncomfortable talking about the subject. Before Reagan he hadn't minded to brag about his sexual endeavors. “A couple of months.”

“A couple of months!”

How could he have gone without sex for so long? I knew that Reagan had spent the nights in Kevin's apartment a few weeks after they’d started dating. How had he kept his hands off of her though she'd been lying in bed with him?

My disbelief must have been plain; Kevin shook his head. “You are an idiot, Zach.” He started the engine.

“Aren't we going to wait for Jason and Bill?” I asked.

“They found some girls they're spending the night with.” Kevin's expression turned into a scowl.

I chuckled. “I'm sure they'll have fun.”

“You know, since I met Reagan I've realized that my life before her was empty. Some day you will see that being in a relationship is more satisfying than screwing around.”

“For fuck’s sake, stop with that holier-than-thou attitude. You sound like a saint. Believe me, my life style is very satisfying,” I said with a grin; it felt almost forced. Never mind.

“You're an asshole, Zach,” Kevin muttered, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. Why did he even care?

I shrugged. “So I've been told before,” I said casually. “Why don't you get on Bill’s or Jason's nerves with your new found morals?”

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