“Anyway,” Adam said, the sound of his voice making me grimace as I came back to earth. “I know you’re busy as hell so I feel bad asking you this, but I just wanted to see if you could help me check in on Holland at some point. Real quick. In and out just to make sure she—”
“Yeah,” I cut in, solely because I needed to get off the phone STAT. I cleared my throat, taking a second to process the fact that I’d just agreed, but since I already had, there was no going back. “It’s not a problem, Adam. I’ll see her this week.”
Not exactly a lie.
“Really?” The pure relief in Adam’s voice hit me with a fresh wave of guilt. “Dude. Thank you. Seriously. You know I don’t usually sweat this kind of stuff, but this was a really big jump for her. A
nd if there’s anyone I trust to look out for her in the city, it’s you.”
I nodded along, replying with something or another, though I could barely focus on what the hell I was saying, because for Christ’s sake, I couldn’t be less deserving of Adam’s praise. I was anything but an honorable friend or protector.
I’d had his sweet little sister show me her pussy last night.
I’d finger-fucked her ruthlessly in public and felt how tight and wet she was as she came all over my hand.
And if that weren’t bad enough, I still had every intention of seeing her tonight.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you go since you got a flight to catch,” Adam said just as Erica popped her head in to signal that my car had arrived. “But I’m visiting in two weeks. I can’t make it for your actual birthday, but I’ll be there a little after, so clear some time for me—‘cause it’s been five years since you’ve been single, and we’re gonna fucking celebrate the shit out of that, you hear me?”
I agreed, managing a convincing laugh with Adam before we ended our call. And as soon as we did, I rubbed my palm across my face, grabbing my cell phone and curling my lip in complete awe of myself.
Because I’d harbored a shred of hope for myself when I picked up Adam’s call. Thought that perhaps I’d come to my senses after talking to him on the phone.
But I very much hadn’t.
If anything, I wanted to fuck Holland even harder.
I was that much more eager to get her alone in a hotel room, strip her body naked, and do to her all the things I didn’t get to do her last night, because more than ever now, I needed her out of my head.
By tomorrow.
She was on my mind in a way that was more disruptive than anything I’d ever felt in my life, and I needed to get all this out of my system STAT, so as I strode out of the office, I had Erica cancel my last meeting for the day.
And then I scrolled to Holland’s contact to send her a text.
ME: I can’t wait till 9. Meet me at The Victorian at 7PM.
10
HOLLAND
I had spent the day antsy, beyond ready for the agreement Iain and I had made for tonight: 9PM at the Victorian Hotel. No strings attached sex. We go our separate ways after.
Just the thought of meeting a man at a hotel for a quick orgasm was exhilarating. But add the fact that it was my brother’s best friend—that this had to be a complete and utter secret from almost everyone in my life—and I couldn’t stop squirming at work. As far as I was concerned, nothing about my day could be any hotter.
But then came Iain’s afternoon text while I was in a meeting.
I can’t wait till 9. Meet me at The Victorian at 7PM.
It was a significant enough change in plans, and the fact that he’d just informed me like I had no choice made me feel all sorts of ways.
For one, hot. Because apparently, there were correct times for Iain to be controlling, and sex was one of those times. Plus, I liked knowing that he was thinking about me at work. Between Adam and, well, Google, I knew Iain Thorn was a busy man. No meeting on his schedule was ever unimportant, and yet he’d just canceled one because he couldn’t wait any longer to fuck me.
Which was flattering.
And a little bit daunting too.
Because while I’d meant it last night when I said he didn’t have to be gentle with me, I wasn’t totally sure what that meant for me now. I had the bare minimum of experience when it came to sex, and I’d never been fucked for longer than ninety seconds at a time. Safe to say, I wasn’t necessarily ready for what Iain had in store for me.