Straightening up, she turns around and fixes me with a heated stare. My eyes drink her in as if she isn’t the enemy.
Fucking hell.
She is sex on legs.
Her bra is fully on display underneath the risqué lacy top, leaving little to the imagination. Her chest heaves under the underwired cups as we stare at one another. My gaze dips lower, over her flat stomach, toned waist, and the soft curves of herhips. I hate my bio brother, for many reasons, but I’ve got to begrudgingly admire his taste in women because Vivien Mills is a bona fide knockout.
Every guy within our vicinity is looking at her with lust in their eyes, and my little brother is about to bust a nut in his pants.
Aoife’s arms tighten around my neck, like a choke hold, and I feel the hatred oozing from her pores. Aoife isn’t the smartest chick on the block, but she’s not dumb either. She knows competition when she sees it, and she won’t like this girl one little bit.
I may be able to use that to my advantage.
“Wow. You’re beautiful,” Ro says because he has no chill. His words break whatever shit was going down between Vivien and me, and she ends our stare, looking away and smiling at my brother.
I tune them out, focusing my attention on Jay and Conor. The latter looks as disinterested as ever, and I wonder how long it will take him to nuke all his brain cells with weed. I don’t know if the guy is ever sober. Not that I care. As long as he gets up on that stage and performs, I couldn’t give two shits if he’s stoned or drunk.
“Told you,” Jamie says, waggling his brows and grinning. “Sexy, feisty, and her tits are the real deal.”
Aoife is peppering kisses along my neck as she grinds against the semi in my jeans, thinking it’s all for her. I actually wish it was. I don’t want to get hard for the Yank. She is the enemy, and I need to find a way of conveying that to my sister without admitting the truth. No one knows who my bio dad and brother are, and it’s going to stay that way.
Whatever the reason behind Vivien Mills’ relocation to Ireland, she is not going to succeed.
Hell will freeze over before I let Simon and Reeve Lancaster trample all over me.
If they are using her to achieve their goal, they are going to regret it.
I’ll send their precious princess back to L.A. a broken shell of a woman, and they’ll wish they never crossed me.
19
AGE 20
“Stop.” Aoife’s blonde head pauses mid-suck when I speak, and she stares up at me with bits of drool clinging to the corners of her mouth. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
She releases my dick with a loud pop, and I tuck my flaccid length back in my boxers and zip up my jeans. “What’s wrong? You love my blowjobs.”
She’s acting like she’s the fucking blowjob queen when she’s average at best. Aoife still doesn’t get her best talent is her convenience and availability. She’s nothing special in the sack. “I’m not feeling it tonight,” I lie. Truth is, I’m fixated on a different woman, and Aoife’s touch feels all wrong.
She purses her lips before whipping her top off and sliding her bra straps down her arms, exposing her boobs and hard nipples. “Play with my tits while I grind on top of you. Bet that’ll do the trick.” She climbs eagerly into my lap and smushes her tits in my face.
It irritates the fuck out of me. I have zero interest in touching her right now. Or maybe ever. Everything about her is all wrong. “I said I’m not in the mood,” I snap. “Go fuck Jamie or Conor.”Lifting her off my lap, I set her feet on the ground and look away as she fixes herself.
“Did I do something wrong, Dillon?”
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears when I lift my gaze to meet hers. Fuck, I hate when girls cry. I purposely dial down my irritation. “No, babe. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“You haven’t fucked me in weeks.”
“And?” I narrow my eyes and silently count to ten.
“I miss you. You fuck me real good, Dillon, and I need your cock inside me.”
Irritation flares again, and it’s an effort not to lash out. I just want her to go. How difficult is that to understand? I shouldn’t have to repeat myself. “Not tonight, Aoife. I’ve got shit to do.”
Snagging my laptop from the top of my dresser, I sit down against the headboard, stretch my legs out on top of my duvet, and pop the lid up. Top of my priority list is researching the current status quo between VivienGraceMills and Reeve Lancaster. I haven’t looked online the past few weeks as it’s been crazy busy between Christmas and New Year’s, and I stayed in Kilcoole until a couple days ago to help Dad and Shane finish building the new greenhouses for the flower farm.
From the instant I met Vivien in the flesh earlier tonight, she is all I can think about. I need to know what agenda she has. To find out if Reeve or Simon sent her here to spy on me. Her annoyingly stunning face resurrects in my mind, and my cock jerks a little in my boxers, proving it’s still in working order. Guess Aoife just isn’t doing it for me anymore.
