Felix’s eyes flick to me, harsh as always. He instantly ends the phone call and heads in the opposite direction.
Before he’s too far away, I call out, “If you’re looking for someone to expand The Scarlet Mirage, I’ll help.”
“Not interested in mixing family and business.”
“I’ll do it for free.”
Felix turns around, his voice low and direct. “Let me rephrase. I’m not interested in doing business withyou.”
The rejection is expected. Now that I’ve got his attention, I search for something else to say. “I’m glad you and Harper reconnected.”
He scoffs. “You two tell each other everything? That’s a change.”
“It’s been eight years, Felix. When are you going to?—”
“Harper and I didn’t reconnect,” he laughs. “I was in need of a good fuck. Your girlfriend was the only thing around. She spread her legs so easily for me. Moaned real pretty too. I could turn her into my whore and she’d happily submit. I bet she’d let me place a collar around her neck and parade her on a leash. But she’s out of my system now. You can have your little princess back.”
“So you can jerk off while watching me fuck her?” The way he talks about Harper has me seeing red. I know he doesn’t mean any of it. He’s trying to get under my skin.
“Please. You’re the one who always got off on the three of us being together. You’re the only one who’s still jerking off to some fantasy where we all play house. Move on with your life. Learn when you’re not wanted.”
“You can be a real dickhead. I didn’t come here to fight with you.”
“You came to beg for forgiveness again?” Felix steps right up to me, invading my personal space. I shove him away but all he does is laugh, taunting me. “I hear you. You’re sorry. Now hear me. I can act civil toward you when the occasion calls for it. I can smile for photographers so everyone believes the Blackwoods are a perfect family. I can play poker with you and our brothers every year on Mom’s anniversary so Dan and Killian feel like the four of us are connected. But it’s all an act. I’mneverletting you back into my life the way you once were. Fucking Judas.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
FELIX
It’s taking tremendous effort to not be rock hard as I watch Harper across the engagement party. Her scarlet hair spills over her bare shoulders, soft and long and begging to be pulled. Her dress is emerald green and clings to her ass and tits like a second skin. She’s not wearing a bra. Though her dress is elegant and floor-length, it’s backless and screams of sex.
She wore this dress to torment me. I know it.
Mission achieved.
I could lead Harper out of this party and fuck her in some dark corner of the gardens. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock again. No one would hear us over the music, nor would they notice our absence. The night has settled into its rhythm, with most people deep in conversation or swaying on the dance floor. Harper and I have performed all our duties as members of the wedding party. We’ve posed for photos. I’ve given a toast as the best man.
Harper stands by a tower of champagne glasses withKillian and the two other bridesmaids, Violet and Zara. My brother makes Harper laugh, drawing my attention to her mouth.
Those red lips. Jesus.
They were made to suck cock. I want to fuck her mouth and come down her throat until she’s choking on me and mascara runs down her cheeks.
Goddammit. I need to pull myself together.
For eight years, I’ve had two rules for myself.
Two simple fucking rules.
Never trust Harper and Tyler.
And never, fuckingever, have sex with Harper.
I’m so unbelievably pissed off at myself for caving last night. I blame this beach house and all the memories attached to it, along with being a complete fucking idiot by entering Harper’s bedroom.
The sex was incredible. The best I’ve had since the last time we slept together.
She fucking stealthed me.
