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He tugs at my pants and opens the buttons. “Stand up and take them off. You know what I want. And don’t forget, I want you to look at me when you cum. If not, the deal’s off.” He gives my neck a few long firm licks before he lets the seat roll back. “Showtime princess, you have less than ten minutes.”
The fear of getting caught wandering around after lights-out gets my trembling hands going. They find my hard cock and I start to stroke it gently. I can’t believe this is happening, but then again, my whole body’s on fire. I’ve never been so horny for another guy. This is going to be over before it even starts. As if caught in a magic spell, I can only stare into his dark eyes while I pick up the rhythm, watching in horror as Austin presses “dial” to call Logan. A wolfish grin appears on his face as I hear my brother asking for me.
I try to snatch the phone away, but Austin moves my hand back onto my cock, pumping together, causing daggers of pleasure. Then he moves his hand to my lips before he snakes one of his fingers inside my mouth, toying with my complaint as I hiss in desperation, “Oh fuck, Ihateyou. Fuck, fuck…”
“That’s it, baby. So good. You’re doing so good for me.”
“Connor?” I hear Logan call out one more time and I grit my teeth together at the unexpected heat that rumbles through my body. Austin disconnects the call with a wicked grin and tosses the phone onto the bed before cupping my face with both hands.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, you know that.” He hums. “Taking pictures of me all naked and wet, using them to get off.”
My cheeks are hot, both with embarrassment and arousal. I stare into Austin’s dark, lustful eyes and can’t help but nod. I’m already leaking with pre-cum and I spread it over my shaft and slit to make the movement smoother. I pant as I start jerking faster. I want to apologize but can’t find the words. I’m too fucking distracted.
“I didn’t want to take that picture,” I blurt instead. “Didn’t want to do it, but then,” I groan as a burning sensation starts to roll through my entire body, “Then it just happened. And once I had that photo, I just couldn’t, I couldn’t— ” I moan, momentarily lost for words, my hand working fast, providing the perfect pressure to drive myself wild.
“I know,” Austin soothes and without breaking his gaze, he slightly bends forward and whispers, “Now cum for me, Connor.”
The command makes my toes curl and I feel the explosion in my body. “Fuck, Austin.” My orgasm crushes me inside, and jets of cum spill all over my sweater and pants. I breathe out heavily and let the pleasure spiral through my body before it slowly ebbs away.
When I open my eyes, Austin hands me a wet towel and I wash my hot, flushed face before cleaning myself up. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life.
“Damn, that was hot,” Austin mutters. “I guess I was lying after all. I could watch you cum every fucking minute of the day.”
“Well, too bad you won’t get to see it again,” I snap in fury. “We’re even now.”
Austin also gets up and leads me to the door. “I haven’t decided on that one, princess. I think I might just hang on to that wild card a bit longer.”
I suck in a deep breath. “But you said—”
Austin interrupts me with a short tut. “Do you always take people at their word?” He traces my chin with a finger and grins when I swipe him away with a glare. “You’re such an asshole.”
“And you are such perfect prey. I declare hunting season open after graduation. And I will be coming for you.”
“Whatever dude.” I try to put venom into my words. After all, soon I’ll be home and dry in my ivory tower far, far away, protected by my family. And while I may think he’s the sexiest, cockiest asshole on this planet, I prefer to keep his memory alive in my head. And bed.
Chapter 2—Austin
Six Months Later
“Welcome to The Butterfly, bitches!” The annoyingly cheery voice of the DJ thunders through the mic and the crowd goes wild. “Alright, let’s make this a night to remember. Put your hands in the air! I wanna hear you count down with me. Five, four…”
“Three, two…” The mass yells. When they get to one, the opening tune of the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Got a Feeling” officially opens this first night on the dance floor. Honestly, the club is on fucking fire. Lights shine brightly, people are scream-shouting along with the lyrics. We’ve all been waiting for this night, this opening. And I swear, as I sit here in the VIP lounge, we had moments I thought it was never gonna happen. That I shouldn’t have given Vic the lead on this project.
I spot a few guys humping each other freely, their lean, well-built bodies rocking against each other, making my mouth water. Any other given moment and I’d have gladly joined them—would have offered them a few drinks, and made sure we ended the night in a hotel bed—but my usual appetite for sex is off. Maybe it’s got something to do with the memory of those large, dark, bespectacled eyes watching me from my bed back at college. It certainly has to do with the nasty shit my family’s gotten into.
Speaking of… I eye my baby brother Aaron making his entrance, an arm draped around Victoria, our cousin. For tonight’s occasion, she’s clad her tiny, slim body in a tight, shiny baby-blue mini dress that’s wrapped around her body like freaking glue. I nudge Kai, who’s got his dark eyes fixated on some other bodies on the dance floor, and we both stand. She looks smug when she brushes her brightly painted red lips across my cheeks, but the place looks fucking awesome, I’ll give her that.
“Cuz, awesome job,” I compliment.
She gives me a brief suspicious glare, before her smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “Thanks, babe.”
My brother fist bumps me and glances around, an appreciative look on his face. Yup. This was a huge, risky project. But somehow, despite all the family quarrels we’ve had over this club in the last few months, we’ve done it. A first success outside of our usual, grimy business. Because the four of us realized that ever since bodies started falling like dominos, we would need a solid backdoor. A wise decision, since we still haven’t identified any suspects after we found our first lackey hanging from a rope next to a dumpster in The Bronx months ago.
Kai, my cousin and Vic’s older brother, currently operating as my bodyguard upon his own request, moves over a seat and Vic slides in between us. She’s radiating energy and pride and that beautiful smile doesn’t leave her face. It won’t leave, I know by experience since my baby cuz loves to share her joy in life. Until later tonight when we’ll all attend the gathering.
That fucking gathering.
A blonde woman approaches us, a tray of champagne glasses in her hands and a professional smile plastered across her face. “Welcome to the VIP lounge. Good evening, my name is Claire. This is Parker and we are honored to be your waiters for tonight.”
