“Let’s just say that after I carb up, you’re gonna be my dessert. I want to eat you out until you scream my name so loud that the neighbors will make a noise complaint.”
Zara giggles. “That would have to be really loud. These mansions have such extensive gardens and big driveways that they’re very spaced out.”
“Yup.” I chuckle darkly. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue and then lick and suck on your clit over and over.”
She squirms, tensing up in my arms.
I know she’s rubbing her thighs together in search of relief.
“God, I love when you do that to me, Ares. You’re so good with your mouth.”
“I love you.” I murmur, closing the negligible distance between our lips and kissing her as hard and deep as I’ll be doing to her pussy later.
“Oh. My. God.”
I break the kiss with Zara, turning to look at the owner of the shocked voice that comes from behind my back.
Fuck.
Heather is standing behind me with Dave Fox in tow.
“Zara,” her voice breaks, as if she were trying to hold back tears. “What are you doing?”
“Heather, I was going to tell you. Things have just been busy, and I didn’t get the chance.”
Heather shakes her head. “Yeah. Busy sounds like the appropriate word here.”
I don’t like her tone, and I have no problem letting her know that. “Hey. This is none of your business. So whatever you’re going to say next, I would watch it.”
Heather’s eyes narrow into two furious slits as she immediately bites back. “Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t going to be mad at Zara. Even though I’m disappointed that our friendship is obviously a one-way street since she doesn’t seem to confide in me no matter what. You, on the other hand, are the worst asshole in the world.”
This woman, I swear to God.
I don’t know how my brother could put up with Heather. But I know better than to say that.
“Takes one to know one.” I sneer instead. “Whatever you think is going on here, you’re wrong. And even if you were right, it still wouldn’t be your concern.”
Heather crosses her arms over her chest. “So are you telling me that you fucking your brother and your best friend’s girlfriend behind their backs isn’t something I should worry about? Chance and Lev are my friends, and I don’t want to see them getting hurt. And you are one hell of a hypocrite, Ares. You made me feel like the worst piece of shit on earth after Atlas’s funeral for wanting your comfort. You said you felt like you would be cheating on Atlas if you had been with me, but you have no problem fucking Chance’s girl?”
Zara intervenes, stopping the onslaught of Heather’s verbal attack. “Heather, we aren’t cheating.”
“I don’t believe you. Are you going to tell me again that Chance and Lev know? Like you did with Chance?”
“I know it might be hard to believe. But that’s exactly what I’m going to tell you. Look, I owe you an apology. I should have told you everything the last time we talked about this. It’s just that our parents didn’t know yet. And there was so much strain in Ares and Scott’s relationship…Hold on a second. Did you just say to Ares something about being together?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I don’t know what Heather was thinking, but I don’t want Zara to get the wrong idea.
“It was nothing.” The words come out of my mouth in a rush. “It was just one kiss. One drunken kiss the night of Atlas’s funeral. We were both devastated and missing my brother, and I don’t even know why the fuck we kissed. Maybe we were trying to feel less lonely, but it felt so fucking wrong. We stopped immediately, and nothing else happened.”
Zara’s expression is hard to read. “Right.” She bites out.
“Princess, I’m sorry. Maybe I should have told you, but it didn’t mean anything. I didn’t kiss Heather because I wanted her. I was just missing my brother; I was so fucking broken. She was feeling the same way, and for a really fucked up second, Ithought that being close to her would help me feel better. But the second our lips touched, I knew it was actually the opposite. Being with Heather felt like taking something that wasn’t mine. Atlas would have maybe understood if I had feelings for her, but I didn’t. I never have. To me, Heather has always been like an annoying little sister. And sleeping with her would have been something I could have never come back from.”
My words hit the intended target. Some of the tension in Zara’s shoulders eases.
“Ok.” She squeezes my hand. “I think I get it.”
