For once, Cross doesn’t smile, or ignore me to chat with his friends. I feel his amber eyes follow me all the way to Dez.
Game on, asshole.
9
CROSS
The summer sucked. I chose to make a point, prove something to myself, and the result was three months of torture, first in the Bahamas with a cocktail in my hand and beautiful women throwing themselves at me, then in Europe, surrounded by beauty and entertainment. All of it was utterly lost on me, my mind fixed on her.
I checked up on her, feeding my addiction with a drip. Just a glance at her profile, at her emails, her messages once a day. But I don’t do what I want: hop into a plane and go to her.
What would be the point? Yes, I’ve watched her for an entire year now without losing interest, which I believed myself incapable of, but the chick was positively freaked by one little public blowjob. We wouldn’t fit, given my preferences. I don’t believe my kinks, my desires, will change for a woman, and I’d just torture myself if I took part of her for a while before giving her up.Maybe someday I’ll feel the same fascination for a woman compatible with me.
That was when I decided to take the summer away from her.
The first sight of her is like the first breath after drowning. My mind barely comprehends what I see. What is she doing at afucking wyvern party? Why is she so fucking gorgeous? It’s not like she’s trying. She just wears jeans and a cheap satin blouse, forest green.
I suck in a breath, my eyes falling on her mouth, painted red.
Fuckingred.
I make my way to her, drawn it like bee to honey. She tenses before I even open my mouth.
“As I live and breathe. Lily Trueman, here on my street.”
“Cross.” Lily says my name like it’s a curse.
I glance at the chick next to her, a nondescript blonde I barely even pay attention to. I know she’s her roommate; I’ve seen her walk into their shared dorm room plenty of times. I didn’t realize they were close though. “Want to introduce me to your pretty friend?”
Lily doesn’t like my calling Claire pretty, I can tell. Her button nose wrinkles as she grumbles, “Not particularly.”
Just to annoy her, I offer the blonde my hand. “Hector Cross. You’ll have to give me your name or I’ll call you Barbie.”
“What is it with old, unusual names in this town?” Barbie retorts. “And I’m Claire. Definitely not Barbie.”
“Well, Claire, you can blame the name on those guys.” I gesture to some of the other legacies in the lounge. “The Kellers’ grandfather was a palaeophile, way into lost civilizations, dead languages, that type of stuff. He called his kids Arlo, Augustus, and Marcella. They, themselves, chose Grecian names for their kids after that. The daughter married Eriks Goltz, the most loaded man in town. He sets trends. So, my sheep of a mother decided to hop on the bandwagon. I just go by Cross.”
“Hector suits you,” she tells me.
I’ve heard that before. I have too much energy, and working out helps my focus, hence my musculature. It can be a little frustrating, as so many people assume I’m a dumb jock solely based on appearances, but at least the ladies like it.
“Please don’t encourage him,” Lily grunts. “His head is plenty big enough.”
I smirk, my eyes on her mouth.You know all about my big head, Lily darling.
Barbie takes Lily’s elbow and says, “We need to find Keller; he has our drinks.”
“Oh, I got it.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “No need to hold up a sign screaming I’m spoken for. No one’s going to encroach on Keller’s territory. I just wanted to see my favorite little cosplayer squirm.”
That explains what Lily’s doing here. I almost forgot that Keller sent our group message a text earlier—a simple warning none of us will ignore.
Claire Fairmont’s mine.
He didn’t need to say more, the threat was implied. I’m not about to push those boundaries—first of all, because I’m not interested, but also because I know Keller. He doesn’t share. He might enjoyshowing, but he’s never been into swinging, not even when he isn’t into his partners. We’re wired differently. Nothing makes me harder than watching my lovers getting raised by multiple cocks all at once. I fucking love the feeling of entering a pussy while a hard cock fucks the asshole, making them so tight and full. The multiple sources of friction are heavenly.
Hence why I can’t have sweet little Lily Trueman for keeps. Doesn’t mean I can’t play with her.
Barbie turns tomato red and starts to stammer. “I’m not— We’re not…”
