Something for the Pain (Pain #2) (5 page)

AFTER WORK I WENT BACK to the house, said goodbye to Memphis, and packed most of my shit into the back of my truck. It only took me about three hours to get everything moved and unpacked. By the time I was done, Tripp was standing in my doorway with a huge grin on her face, obviously glad that I kept my word.

“Someone looks awfully happy,” I say while plopping down on my bed with my hands laced behind my head.

She runs across the room and jumps on the bed next to me, rolling on her side to face me, and propping herself up on her arm to look down at me. “Of course I am.” She lays her head on my chest and throws her leg over my waist, tucking herself against my body. “My boy is finally here. I pretty much haven’t seen you in five days. You know that is unacceptable. I’ve missed the shit out of you.”

I close my eyes, feeling guilty for not at least stopping by to see her. I guess I have to admit that I’ve been a bit pissed off about her and Lucas being in the same house together. I just don’t like the idea of her being around him every day. It feels too much like us.

“Well I’m here now.” I sigh. “I won’t let it happen again.” I run my hand through the back of her hair and lightly tug on it. “Come here,” I whisper.

She looks up at me before scooting up higher so that her face is tucked into my neck.
Damn, she smells so good.
“You promise me,” she asks against my skin.

I grab her leg and pull her over me, positioning her so that she’s partially lying between my legs, the rest of her body on top of me. Then I kiss her hair and tangle my fingers in it. We’ve been doing this since I was twelve. “Yeah. I just had to deal with a few things alone. You know I’m always here. If you would have asked me to come see you, you know there is no way in hell I could have said no.”

“I know,” she simply says. “I guess I just wanted you to come on your own.”

I smile against her hair before grabbing her underneath her ass and pulling her up to straddle me. I rest my hands on the front of her thighs. “I come alone sometimes. A lot, actually.” I laugh as she punches me and pushes down on my chest. She really doesn’t realize that the way she’s moving her body right now is about to give her a huge surprise if she doesn’t hold still. “Would it be bad if I admitted I get hard when you punch me? I like it rough. Keep it up.”

Her face turns red before she punches me a few more times. “Is that what I feel?”

She crawls off of me and rolls over on her back beside me on the mattress. “You really are a guy. I guess I should have found a girl for a best friend. Things would be a lot different.”

I sit up and look at her while rolling my sleeves up to my elbows. “You have no idea.”

She swallows, before breaking eye contact and standing, then walking toward the door. “So . . . you should get ready for the party tonight. I’m sure Mel will be showing up soon.”

Having Mel here is the last thing I am even thinking about at the moment, but I guess having her around will keep me distracted from worrying about Tripp and Lucas and what kind of shit they’ll be up to tonight. “Yeah. I’ll be down in a bit. I’m going to relax and then take a quick shower. I’ve been up since five so I need to prep my brain for party mode.”

Her eyes land on my guitar and she gives me a look, telling me she wants to hear me play it tonight. Then she backs out of my room and shuts the door behind her, leaving me alone in my thoughts.

I lay here for about an hour, lost in thought, before finally hopping in the shower and relieving myself. If it’s a fucked up thing to stroke your cock to thoughts of your best friend, then I guess I’m extremely fucked up, but I have found this is the only way to be around her like I am on a near constant basis.

Standing under the warm water I stroke myself, slow and hard, to thoughts of me fucking Tripp so hard that she wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks. Fuck me. The things I would do to her if I had a chance . . .

Gripping the shower wall, I stroke my cock a few more times, letting myself imagine that my hand is her pussy, before letting my cum wash down the drain, along with any ideas that being with Tripp would be okay. That shit will never happen without messing everything up.

I look down at my dick, while catching my breath and letting my orgasm wash through me as I slap the wall. Damn, that was a lot of cum. At least my dick won’t be standing tall all fucking night now.

I guess we’ll just see how the night plays out. Hell, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll switch up Mel for Tripp. As shitty as that sounds, I want that so bad. The thought of her thighs squeezing me tight as I bury myself inside her has me getting hard again. I need to play it cool though. I have to. If I don’t it could fuck up everything.

I’M IN MY ROOM GETTING ready when I hear the shower turn on. The party starts in about fifteen minutes so Alex must be getting ready too.

Just out of curiosity, I walk over to the bathroom door and turn the handle. It moves, but I don’t push it open. It’s unlocked. That thought excites me, making me realize that he didn’t care enough to lock it, and knowing that I could walk in at any time and see him naked elevates my core temp a little. I just find that to be so damn hot.

That’s an open invitation . . . right?

I release the handle and suck in a small breath when I hear him moan out, followed by what sounds like his hand slapping against the shower wall.

Oh. My. God. That is the sexiest sound I have ever heard. That low, deep growl is all it takes to get me wet.

Collecting myself, I back away from the door and take a deep breath. My legs feel shaky. “Don’t do this right now, Tripp. Dammit, don’t do this.” Shaking it off, I go back to stand in front of the mirror one last time, questioning the way I look in my newest little dress.

Dresses are my thing. It doesn’t matter how many I own, I can never have enough. Plus, I love the way Alex looks at me every time he sees me in a new dress. His wandering eyes always cause my heart to flutter out of my chest. I just hope this little red dress is enough to get his attention.

I’m in the middle of turning around to check out my ass, when I hear the bathroom door open, followed by a whistle.

Please be naked. . . . What am I saying? Don’t be naked.

Cautiously, I turn my head toward the bathroom door, with my eyes squinted, to see Alex standing there in a towel. He looks so damn sexy that I feel as if all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My chest aches as I stare him up and down, watching as the water drips from his beautiful, tattooed body.

He checks me out with a smirk before whistling again. “Damn, Firecracker. That dress was made just for you.” He places his hand over the bulge in his towel and bites his bottom lip. “You look beautiful. Stop second-guessing yourself. I’ll see you downstairs in five.”

He turns around, pulling the towel away right before he closes the door behind him. My mouth drops open from the glimpse of his ass that I am left with. It’s so firm and perfect that all I can think about is biting it . . . and the way it flexed when he walked. Is it normal for an ass to look that good?

“I hate you sometimes,” I whisper.

“Who do you hate sometimes?”

I shake my head and look at my doorway to see Lucas standing there, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of gray shorts. He raises his eyebrows, waiting for my response.

“No one.” I walk over to him and plaster on my best smile, trying to pretend that I’m not still thinking about those sounds I heard coming from the shower. “I was talking to myself. Just second-guessing my outfit, I guess.”

Wrapping his arms around me, he kisses my shoulder and brushes my hair behind my ear. “Well, I would have loved to see you in a pair of short shorts and a tank top tonight, but this dress works too.”

I roll my eyes before pulling away from him and bumping him out of the way with my hip. “I didn’t feel like wearing shorts, Lucas. This dress makes me feel good. If I feel good, then I have a good time and enjoy myself. That’s all I want tonight.”

“Me too, baby,” he responds. “We’re going to have a lot of fun. Trust me.”

I start walking into the hallway, but feel his hand slide up my dress, slipping a finger inside of me. I stop right outside of my room and swallow. Closing my eyes, I begin imagining it were Alex.

“Holy shit, you are wet!” Wrapping his arm around my waist, he starts sliding his finger in and out, while moaning in my ear. “So damn wet. You’ve never been this wet before.”

Opening my eyes, I look over to see Alex leaning against the wall next to his door, with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes wander down to Lucas’ hand and then up to meet my eyes.

Out of instinct I push Lucas away and pull my dress down to cover my ass back up. My heart is pounding like crazy. “Holy shit, Alex. I didn’t know you were out here.”

Lucas doesn’t even seem to care that Alex just witnessed him fingering me. I bet he wouldn’t be too happy to find out that Alex is the real reason I was already wet and not because of him.

He sucks his finger into his mouth and smiles at Alex. “Hey, man. People are arriving and there’s some hot chick downstairs looking for you. I told her you were almost ready.”

I can see the aggravation on Alex’s face as he nods his head and walks past us. “Sure, man. Thanks.”

My heart continues to race as I watch Alex quickly descend the stairs to be with a random chick that will get the one thing I have wanted for as long as I can remember, but unlike her, I can’t have.

Clearing my throat, I tilt my head back as Lucas pushes me against the wall and kisses my neck. “Come on, Lucas,” I say stiffly. “People are waiting on us.” Not that I actually care. The truth is I don’t really want to fuck Lucas after seeing the look on Alex’s face. I have no idea what that look meant, but it was enough to make me want to forget it. He seemed bothered by our show.

Lucas spreads my legs open with his thigh, before running a hand up my leg and cupping my mound. “Shit, I’m so horny right now. Is it wrong that the thought of Alex watching me fuck you is turning me on? I might even like to watch him fuck you. Damn, baby.”

I feel a surge of heat shoot through me and can feel the wetness dripping through my bikini bottom now. The thought of
Alex
and
fuck
in the same sentence makes it hard to think straight.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “And do you think Alex would like that?” For some reason, I want to hear what he thinks about Alex. He’s been around us enough to know more than anyone.

“Are you kidding me?” He pushes me harder against the wall and kisses my neck again, lost in his lust to have me. “Alex probably fantasizes about fucking you every day . . . about sticking his dick into your tight little pussy.”

I moan out as he slips his finger back inside and slowly starts pumping. “Damn . . . so wet and so tight.” He starts pumping faster and harder. “You want Alex to fuck you? Huh, baby? You want him to bust his load inside of you?”

I find myself moaning louder as I picture Alex inside of me.

“Maybe he can slide his hand up this dress later and finger fuck you just like I am. Do you think about doing that with your best friend? Huh? Do you imagine him pushing his fingers deep inside you? The same ones that he holds that tattoo gun with . . . You like that, huh? All the girls do.” He speeds up again, going as deep as he can and I lose it. My whole body shakes from my orgasm and I have to grip onto Lucas’ shirt to keep from falling.

“Oh fuck!” I try to keep quiet, but the orgasm just seems to keep rolling through me, shaking me to my core. “Damn you, Lucas! You just don’t listen,” I say breathlessly.

“Fuck. That was fast though, baby. You loved it.”

I turn away and focus on catching my breath as the waves slowly begin to stop. He thinks that my orgasm was due to his abilities, but he couldn’t be more wrong. If I didn’t realize how much I wanted to have sex with Alex . . . well I do now. Lucas just helped confirm it.

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” Lucas says with a grin. “I know you need a minute to tidy up a bit first.” Bringing his lips to mine, he kisses me softly, smiling against my lips, before hurrying down the stairs. Lucas is so into partying that I’ll be lucky to see him the rest of the night now.