14
Lourde
Another day and evening went by when Barrett wasn’t at home.
He hadn’t even told me he’d gone back to Manhattan. I had to hear that from my brother when he phoned me, shooting me another warning, “Wear something that slutty again, and I’ll get my driver to pick you up and drag you back home.”
My evening with the girls and their boyfriends was okay, apart from feeling like the single loser friend.
I’d had a taste of danger and excitement, and I craved more. More of his hand high on my thigh, taking control of my clit. His warm breath brushing my cheek and his blistering touch on my skin. But all I felt was my touch. It was pure torture that he couldn’t or wouldn’t touch me. He watched as I got myself off. When I reopened my eyes, he was staring at me. His dark eyes heated, his enormous erection pressed into my thigh. I wanted him to throw me against the wall and put that hard dick inside of me. I’d never wanted anything so much in my entire life.
And I was going to have it. If just once. I needed to taste the sweet dirty nectar that Barrett was. There was no way I’d tell my brother. There’s no way he would either. The problem was, he was too loyal. He wouldn’t dare ruin a friendship just for a one-time pussy, as he called it.
I turned and felt for the nightstand, flicking the lamp on as I sat up in bed.
I thrashed about. Even trying to read, but nothing was working. I’d heard Barrett come home an hour ago, but it was after midnight, and he was still downstairs banging about, louder than a tiger in a cage, sounding angry, so I let him be.
But how was I supposed to sleep with that going on? I tossed off the duvet. “Enough.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I trudged down the stairs, pausing at the last step.
Barrett had flicked through all the books on the floor. His bookshelf was a twisted mess.
“You just about done?” I asked, throwing my hand to my hip.
He turned around and took me in. Bare-faced and likely tired bags, I was wearing my satin camisole and little shorts.
“I didn’t realize it was your house?” He grinned, then turned back around to the mess he’d created on the oversized Turkish floor rug.
I walked into the living room, now blocking him from his precious books. “It’s not, but if I knew you’d be renovating, I’d have looked elsewhere.”
“Elsewhere?” He dropped the books.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were heading back to the city.”
“Why, were you worried, dollface?”
A tingle shot between my legs.
“More annoyed.”
“What do you want, dollface?”
“I… I…” My words were failing me.
“Do you want to scream my name when you come?”
Jesus Christ, if he wanted me to feel embarrassed, well, maybe I was a little, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Yours or anyone else’s.”
His eyes darkened. He pulled his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He ran his hand down my body, and shivers shot up my spine. Fuck, I wanted him so badly.
“There will be no one else’s, Lourde,” he said, snapping his fingers off my body in an instant. He let me go so quickly I nearly fell back and toppled over his fallen books.
“You’re an asshole, tease,” I said, sullen and broken from his near touch.
He grinned. “Haven’t we been through this asshole thing? But tease? You think I’m a tease?”
I smelled liquor on his breath. Now was a better time than any to get him to want me and break his loyalty to my brother. I stepped forward and ran my fingers down his neck. He shifted his neck to the side, his gaze lowering to mine. He reached up and grabbed my hand, lowering it down past my breasts to the waistline of my shorts.
“You’re a bad girl, Lourde.”
“Only when you’re around.”
I grabbed his hand and lowered it between my legs. He had his hand clasped to mine, careful not to touch me there. I ached for his hands, his touch directly on my skin, but he didn’t. He inhaled sharply as his hand searched for underwear but didn’t find any. He moved for me, taking control of my hand as it circled my nub.
The moonlight hit his face. I drank him in as I became wetter and hotter by the sensations taking over my body. Dark eyes drank in my soul. I tried to kiss him, but he pulled away. He moved my hand faster.
“Touch me, Barrett,” I whispered.
“No, dollface.” His voice was raspy and hoarse.
I groaned as he played with me. “Don’t make me beg.”
Suddenly, he stopped the motion of my hand, just when I was so close too. Fuck no!
“Stay still.” With one hand, he slid my shorts off completely, leaving me exposed in front of him. He kneeled in front of me, smelling me between my thighs.
He groaned. “No one ever calls me a tease and gets away with it.”