Forbidden Lust

The summer breeze cooled the recent heat that slashed upward from my neck. Since when did I ever need to evade a conversation?

Connor threw me a scowl, his blue eyes asking for a truth I didn’t want to give him.

Where was she, anyway?Wherever she was, I knew she hated me for what I did to her last night. Fucking her was different last night. Things changed when I divulged a bit about my past, and our hands met and remained clasped when we both came.

Bad luck, dollface.You knew I was an asshole. I never lied about that.

I watched as he took out his phone, putting it to his ear for a moment before hanging up. His scowl returned. “She’s not answering.” I pretended not to hear and chimed in on Magnus and Ari’s conversation about football, which I knew nothing about.

“Who are they?” Connor’s scowl disappeared as he eye-fucked one of four women strutting toward us.

“Gentlemen.” A leggy blonde woman, the same one Connor had been staring at, approached and stood beside him. Her friends joined in around us.

“Chelsea, so nice to see you,” Ari said, kissing her cheeks. “This is my friend, Magnus, I wanted you to meet.” Magnus’ eyes lit up, and I guarantee you any thoughts of his ex-soon disappeared.

“And this is Ciara, Peach, and Madison.” Damn, they all looked like Sports Illustrated models—leggy, titty, gorgeous. But my dick wasn’t responding.

“Fancy a walk along the beach?” Magnus asked Chelsea, then stood, a little uneasily on his feet.

“Jesus, Magnus, at least get the girl a drink first,” Ari said, shaking his head.

“It’s okay, Ari,” Chelsea said. “I’d love to, Magnus.” She linked arms with him as they walked off, likely to fuck.

Ari puffed out his cheeks. “Girls, let me introduce you to Barrett and Connor.”

“You wouldn’t also be the Barrett who owns this stunning home?” A redhead asked, siding up next to me.

“He is,” Connor added while gesturing the blonde—Ciara—to sit on his lap.

“Hey, I’m Madison.” While she wanted me to smile and be polite, I didn’t. I was an asshole.

“Hey.”

Ciara was already sitting on Connor, laughing about fuck knows what while stroking his chest. Peach and Ari looked like they were moments away from fucking, even though they’d just met.

A hand fell on my shoulder. “Feel like company, Barrett?” I glanced up at her, and she looked down at me expectantly.

Ignoring her, I leaned over to Ari. “Were you in charge of the guest list?”

“Yeah, and aren’t you thanking me now?” He squeezed the ass of the woman on him, and she giggled.

I rolled my eyes, and he narrowed his. “Or is there someone else you’re waiting for?”

A strangled laugh left my lips. “Sure, gorgeous.” I took her hand and dragged her to my lap, at the same time staring Ari down.