There was something so dirty about the feel of it seeping out of me and trailing down to my ass that I shuddered as another wave of pleasure slammed me. Lost to my pleasure, I shook and jerked under him, unaware that he was watching me come for him, come on him.
“Fuck, Cupcake,” Warren growled and kissed me hard and fierce, bruising my lips. He collapsed on top of me, his big body crushing me, but I liked it.
When I finally stopped shaking, my body went limp and I was thankful for Warren’s body, keeping me warm and steady. I was thoroughly pleasured and wildly satisfied in those moments. The calm before the storm.
When Warren finally lifted his head and looked down at me, I saw the pleasure on his face and recognized the same thing I was feeling. Desire to do it all again. We’d crossed a line that wouldn’t be easy to come back from. With his seed still leaking out of my body, I knew I’d never feel anything as good as him ever again. It’d be hard to keep away when I knew what he could make me feel.
It couldn’t happen again, though. As reality slowly set in, I felt panic overcome the relaxed satisfaction. I’d done something that I could never tell anyone about. I’d done something that could hurt my best friend. I’d slept with a man I didn’t even really know, days after moving out of Milo’s house.
“Shit. You’re thinking, aren’t you?” Warren groaned and rolled off of me. He kept his arm over my stomach and ran hishand idly over my skin, skin marked with stretchmarks. “Don’t freak out, Cupcake. This was too good to let it be ruined.”
I inched away from him, searching for my clothes with eyes as skittish as I felt. “I’m not freaking out.”
Throwing his arm over his face, he groaned. “You’re freaking out.”
Spotting my shirt, I yanked it over my head and hopped out of bed to grab my pants. I was fully dressed, sans my panties that I couldn’t find, in less than a minute. Grabbing my purse, I glanced back at Warren and felt another surge of desire.Shit.
“Cupcake, don’t leave. At least talk to me.” Sitting up, he moved like he was going to touch me.
I jerked away, knowing that I wouldn’t leave if he touched me again. There was something intoxicating about knowing what he could do to my body that made him lethal. I just had to get away and stay away. “Sorry. I... We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Bullshit.” For the first time, he sounded serious. “This was right.”
I shook my head but didn’t stick around to argue. I had to get away from him. Running out of his room, I headed towards the front desk, unaware that Andrew was standing at the door to his suite, watching me go.
Chapter 3
I got the correct room key from a harried-looking young man and rushed to my room, finding my suitcases in it. I should’ve known right away that Warren’s suite wasn’t my room when I didn’t find my own things. I was just so excited about a suite that I didn’t think twice about it. I didn’t think twice about anything. That all changed in the silence of my room. I had time to think two, three, four times over about what I’d done.
I fell back on the bed and stared up at the vaulted ceiling. I’d messed up. Sleeping with Macy’s brother was a giant mistake. One that I was sure was going to bite me in the ass.
The feeling of Warren’s release leaking from my body shocked me into hurrying into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water in the huge shower and stripped. I hated myself for not being disgusted by it. I should’ve been. Having a man’s seed inside of me wasn’t something I’d ever liked, or allowed. It’d happened a few times, but I wasn’t a fan. With Warren, I’d felt like I needed it. Jesus, what a mess.
I scrubbed my body in the shower, trying my best to rinse away any trace of what I’d done. When I looked in the mirror after I was scrubbed clean, though, I knew there was no getting rid of the secret marks that Warren had left. Teeth marks marred my shoulder and the top of my breasts. My mouth was red and swollen from our kisses, and his stubble had left a redness on my neck. I looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked.
I didn’t have a lot of time to wallow in my bad choice before the barbeque, so I focused on spending my time hiding what I’d done. A higher cut dress that had sleeves hid the marks on my body, while smartly applied makeup hid the ones on my face. I took my time curling my hair in an attempt to distract from anything else that might be noticeable.
Part of me also wanted to make sure I looked good. As vain as it was, I didn’t want Warren to look at me and wonder why he’d wanted me. The stupid, selfish part of me wanted him to want me again. Not that it mattered. Nothing could happen again.
The closer the barbeque came, the sicker I felt. What if Macy could see it on my face? What if she took one look at me and knew what I’d done? She’d hate me for doing it. Friends didn’t sleep with their friends’ brothers. It was code. I sucked.
Before I could work myself into a real panic, a knock sounded at my door. I jerked upright and frowned. Surely Warren wouldn’t try to walk me to the barbeque. He couldn’t be that crazy.
I thought about pretending like I wasn’t there, but another knock rang out and I decided to just face it head-on. Swinging open the door, I faced off with Megan, Macy’s best friend from college.
Megan, almost a foot shorter than me and as quirky as the day was long, grinned as she looked me over. “Whoa. You look great!”
I felt my face turn red but ignored it. “Thanks! You, too. When did you get here?”
“Just a bit ago. My plane landed late.” She nodded down the hallway. “Should we go? If we’re late to any of the stuff Macy has planned, you know she’ll want to murder us.”
“Want to? More like actually murder us.” I forced out a shaky laugh and looked back in my room. “Let me just slip some shoes on.”
Megan came in after me and sighed. “She’d also want to murder me if she knew the thoughts I was just having upstairs. Her brothers were in the lobby when I got in. It should be illegal for three men to look that good and be that successful.”
I shuddered and hoped that I’d be able to keep a straight face around her if she was going to talk about the brothers. I stepped into matching heels and turned back to Megan. “Okay, ready.”
“You’re not going to agree with me about the brothers?” She laughed. “Maybe you’re a better friend than me.”
