“So close,” I mutter, my walls fluttering around his thick cock even though he hasn’t moved since the first slide.
“Fast and furious then,” he decides before thrusting up with his hips.
“Oh…” My mouth rounds as Vienna places her hands on my hips and helps him move me up and down his rigid length. She continues to flick my clit with her tongue before circling the base of his cock with the upward stroke.
His cock feels divine, and it isn’t long before I’m falling over the edge of my orgasm, shockwaves of pleasure bombarding my senses as they work their magic on my body. His hands slide from my breasts to my hips, and he fucks me violently through the waves of pleasure, his hips pistoning up and down before heshouts, and I feel his cock pulse as he paints my insides with his cum.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “It’s as good as I thought it would be.”
Vienna climbs onto his lap and pushes her body against mine as she leans over my shoulder and kisses him.
“She tastes amazing too.” I watch as he licks my cream from her mouth as he continues to thrust lightly into my throbbing core. Vienna then turns her mouth to mine and kisses me too.
“What the fuck?” A screech has us all turning lazily to look at the intrusion. Stacey is standing at the same doorway Tristan was in. I must still be drunk, because I giggle and snuggle back into Tristan’s chest, which has Stacey lunging at me.
“That’s my fucking fiancé, you fucking whores.” She grabs both of us by the hair and snatches us off Tristan’s lap. Vienna goes easily, but I’m still fucking attached, and he’s still semi-hard. He grunts as I slide off his cock and to my knees as I blink, trying to clear the lust from my mind as Stacey starts to wail on Vienna, who is curled into a ball, protecting herself. I hear a noise that sounds like Vienna crying, and my blood starts to boil, but when she rolls over, she’s laughing so hard, tears stream down her face.
“You hit like a bitch,” she slurs at Stacey, who pulls back her heeled foot to try to kick her, and I join the fight. I lunge at her legs and tackle her to the ground. I go to hit her, but she screams and throws up her hands.
“Not my face,” she begs, and I roll my eyes. Of course she doesn’t want to look like a beaten bride. Instead, I straddle her and grab one of the wine glasses off the nearby coffee table, smashing it before holding the stem to her cheek. “No, please!” she pleads as I press the end into her cheek just beside her eye. The rush of satisfaction at her begging for mercy is almost as good as the orgasm I just had—almost.
“Leave her alone. Just because Tristan has no interest in fucking you doesn’t mean we can’t take advantage of all that gloriousness. After all, Mario said he didn’t care who knocked me up as long as one of them did. If I see you put your hands on Vienna again, you will be attending your wedding as a pirate bride.”
She wrinkles her nose in confusion, and I huff.
“With an eyepatch, you stupid bitch.” I can’t believe I have to explain myself. I thought my actions made it clear.
She pales even further, but I get off her, unwilling to waste any more time on her. She scurries out of the room, hurling threats at us as I help Vienna to her feet. She’s still giggling madly, and she grabs one of the half full bottles of champagne before taking a swig from the bottle. She hands it to Tristan, who is wearing a grin on his face.
As he lifts the bottle to his lips, he winks at me. “That was hot. Want to go for another ride?” He gestures to his dick, which is hard again, but all the adrenaline flowing through my system has started to sober me up, and I shake my head. I can’t believe I did that. What the fuck is wrong with me? He takes a sip from the bottle, but his smirk fades away. He tugs Vienna down next to him and nuzzles into her as I turn my back on them and walk out without another word. I’m thankful to him for both the orgasm and the understanding, and a bit of my fractured heart mends a little further.
Chapter Twelve
Ashower and some food helped me sober up. Thankfully, Mario and Gregor hadn’t returned, but neither had Xavier. I’m not sure if I was relieved or disappointed to be honest. Everything is still incredibly awkward between us, but not having the pressure of Mario’s looming presence was a blessing.
Dinner was an awkward affair with Tristan, Colton, Vienna, Stacey, and me. Penny pleaded a headache and disappeared, and I desperately wanted to follow her. Stacey didn’t even try to hide her animosity. She glared daggers, sharp and venomous, at Vienna and me while simultaneously turning all sweet and loving with Tristan. Small touches and overly loud, forced laughter became the soundtrack for dinner as she pressed close, trying to stake her claim on him. He fended her off with subtle evasions, prying her clinging hands from his body like he was trying to untangle an octopus. Once he removed one, it was quickly replaced by another body part. It was painful to watch.
Colton observed the spectacle with infuriating amusement, glancing between all of us like he was just waiting for one of us to snap, but Vienna and I kept our shit together, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of rising to the bait. I knew she was trying to get a reaction out of us, but I couldn’t care less. I knewwhose name he was muttering earlier, and the only thing I felt was residual guilt.
How could I fuck him when everything is still so up in the air? Hell, I haven’t even fucked the man I’m legally married to now. Instead, at the first hint of inebriation, I let go of all of my worries and concerns and tripped and fell on the first rock-hard cock to be waved in my direction. All of those thoughts were running around in my mind, so Stacey’s carefully planned revenge was of little consequence.
I’d like to think Sage would be so disappointed in me, but if I’m honest, he probably wouldn’t be. He would be cheering me on, but I miss him like crazy, so that guilt is even heavier. I have no clue how Xavier is going to react when he finds out. I’m kind of glad he didn’t come home.
I’m tired and stressed and loaded with guilt when I finally leave the table. I’m going to sneak out tonight to touch base with Mickey, and I want to get a few hours of sleep before that happens. I’m too tired to climb the stairs, and the elevator doors are closing behind me when a hand slides between them, stopping them, and they spring open. Colton steps in and leans against a wall as they close again, and it starts moving.
“Long day?” he asks casually, but when I meet his gaze, I see heat and amusement in his eyes.
“The longest,” I reply equally as casual. If he wants to play games, then so can I.
“Not waiting for X to get home?”
“Why would I?” I mutter “I’m not his boss. He can do what he wants.”
He steps away from the wall and into my space. I stumble back a little, not expecting him to move. He crowds into me until my back is against the wall before reaching up and pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear. My heart races, and I feel his heat against my body. He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants and a thinshirt and has bare feet. He’s casual and sexy, and I feel my breath hitch.
“No, you’re his wife now, and that means something,” he murmurs, and I shake my head.
“It means nothing. You heard Mario. I am nothing but a womb for you all to use. That is the extent of my usefulness, according to him,” I spit out, and Colton smirks.
