Pulling it out, I grinned at seeing who the message was from.
Fuck Buddy 1:
Hey, babe, party tonight. You up for it?
My grin widened. Carolina, AKA Fuck Buddy 1, had taken me to several parties, whichbasically turned out to be mass orgies, couple swapping, and whatever other kinks people wanted to explore.
I didn’t need to think over my reply.
Text me the time and location. I’ll meet you there.
Fuck Buddy 1:
I’m bringing my friend. She’s desperate to play with us. I can’t wait.
Me either.
The last thing, or rather,person, I expected to see at a sex party was my best friend’ssister, Kiera Carter. But it shouldn’t have been a surprisethatshe was at the party; once a cheater, always a cheater, and allthat. Still, I couldn’t hidethe shock running through me as I lingered in the doorway, watching as a guy approached her and she invited him to sit down.
Disgust curled through me. She was fucking engaged. I’d never met her fiancè, but James had, and although he wasn’t a fan of Alec, he and Kiera had been together for a number of years, and he supported her raising Billie. He couldn’t have beenthatbad of a guy.
If only he knew the type of woman he was engaged to.
Kiera had no fucking shame. I would have thoughtthatover time, and becoming a mom, would have changed her. But there she was, flirting with another guy at a party where the reason for attendance was simply to fuck whoever was up for it, and not giving a damn if she ruined her fiancé.
Red-hot rage coursed through me, and a venomous snarl twisted on my mouth. Ten years ago, I’d been the poor cunt she callously disregarded like yesterday’s trash. She’d carved a wound so deepthatit had never healed, nor would it.
At leastshehad managed to move on without a goddamn care in the world.
An involuntary growl rumbled in my chest when the guy Kiera was talking to leaned forward, placing his lips against hers. Within seconds, the two of them were lost in their kiss, hands roaming over each other.
A tsunami of jealousy flowed through my veins, adding to the rage already burning me alive, and threatening to buckle my knees. Memories of what it was like to kiss Kiera filled my senses: the uncertainty of her lips against mine, the tender caress of her tongue, and the softness of her hands gently gripping my hair.
Once upon a time, Kiera had been mine, until she ruined everything we had.
The hatred I held for her after I’d discovered her betrayal reared to life, having laindormant for years. The room around me blurred; my only focus was on the cunt devouring Kiera’s mouth. Every instinct in me demandedthatI storm across the room and drag her away from him. Not because she was cheating on Alec, but because it wasn’tmewho was making her chest rise and fall in anticipation of what was about to come.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, reminding me why I was at the party. I pulled it out, glancing down at the screen to see a message had arrived fromCarolina. My thumbseemedto move on its own, but instead of opening the message, my thumb jabbed the camera app.
Without thinking, I lined the camera up to give me the perfect shot of Kiera and the fucker, who had now grabbed her hair so he could kiss her harder.
I snapped a picture.
And then another.
And then another.
Slowly, Kiera and the guy parted from their kiss, and he whispered something to her. Before she could reply, her concerned gaze moved in my direction. A fresh wave of anger boiled under my skin at the flush covering her cheeks, giving away how turned on she was.
The first time I’d shared an innocent kiss with Kiera was when I was fifteen, and she was thirteen. We’d been hanging out, like we often did, when she suddenly reached over and smacked her lips against mine. After, she ran off in embarrassment, but I tracked her down to her usual hiding place: her treehouse in the back yard of the Carter mansion.
She’d hidden herself under piles of blankets and refused to come out, telling me she was mortified at what she’d done. ButthenI told her I liked her kissing me, andthatI wanted her to kiss me again.
Peeking out from under the blanket with her cheeks on fire, she blinked up at me with disbelieving eyes. So I kissed her.
We’d always been friends, and I’d always had an innate need to protect Kiera, and not in a brother/sister way.Eventhough James was my best friend, I often found myself craving her company, enjoying talking nonsense with her for hours on end.
The day we kissed, I knew she was the woman I would grow up to marry. To some people, claiming you’d met your soulmate at fifteen was a ridiculous notion, but for me, it was true. Kiera was the one I was meant to grow old with.
