“Fuck,” he growled, then shucked off his jeans and boxers, letting me slide the condom on his cock. I perched on the flour-covered kitchen bench and spread my legs wide open for him.
One swift push was all it took for his Italian dick to fit snugly inside me, and we began the best birthday fuck I’d ever had. Little did I know that sexy Pietro was just an appetizer. My hunt for prime meat in a wicked game of seduction was about to start.
AN AFFAIR TO FORGET
Alistair
Friday, April 1
“Do you love me?” Erin murmured, penetrating my sleep with her hand on my cock. “Tell me, Scotty. Do you remember when we were college kids?”
Did I remember? Fuck, yeah. I stood up from the hotel bed and stretched my sore back. “College was a lifetime ago,” I muttered, glancing at the nude woman on the mattress.
Erin was fucking beautiful, and I was a bastard… a bloody bastard.
“Tell me you love me, won’t you, Scotty?” she begged. There it was. Her demanding pout.
Shaking my head, I replied, “Last night should never have happened.”
Nothing beats the sting of waking up with a woman I couldn’t have. Reality smacked my hangover hard. Erin Everton-Scott was my brother’s wife.
The brunette’s crestfallen face tilted up at me. Loose teardrops rolled down her rosy cheeks as she touched my palm. “You once said you loved me.”
I shook her hand off mine and stared at the minibar fridge. It was nine a.m., and I could use a cold beer to drown my guilt. I frowned, resisting temptation after glancing at an empty Moët & Chandon bottle. It was evidence of our affair.
“We were lovers before you married Saira Quinn.” Erin’s voice quivered as her tears kept running.
“That was eleven years ago. I’m a divorced father in a custody battle for Damian now.”
“Your son. He should have been ours.”
“It is what it is.” I sighed, remembering why I wedded the daughter of my dad’s former business partner.“I had to marry Saira. She was pregnant with my son.”
“You broke my heart,” Erin whispered. “That was why I left town all those years ago.”
Sometimes I wondered if fate was just screwing with me… like when Erin suddenly resurfaced, all smiles and glowing with Oliver at that family party, matching wedding bands on display. She looked better than ever. And I couldn’t help myself.
I took what I wanted.
Even if it meant taking my brother’s wife.
Welcome to the Scott family. Lester Harbor’s oil kings, property tycoons… at least that’s what everyone saw. In reality? We ran the city by day, wrecked each other by night.
I raked a hand through my tangled hair and scrubbed my jaw, the rough stubble catching on my palm. “Oliver trusts us, and we blew it,” I said, grabbing my phone off the mahogany nightstand.
Erin sat on the edge of the bed, eyes rimmed red.
“I’m heading out for a run.” I pulled an old T-shirt and sweats from my bag, ignoring her stare as I got dressed. Her gaze lingered on my torso, but I didn’t give her anything back.
“We’ve still got a few hours before Oliver’s flight lands,” she tried, voice shaky.
I didn’t look at her. “We’re checking out after I shower. I have work to do.”
“On a Saturday?” She sounded small.
“Business doesn’t care what day it is. I’ve got contracts waiting.” My words were clipped, leaving no room for an argument.
Tears spilled down her cheeks. “I married your brother just to get close to you. Running off with Oliver was the only way I could see you. Your parents never wanted me with you.”
