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“Fuck Red, you’re so fucking hot.” He lowers his mouth to my pussy and reaches a hand under Chloe’s dress, hitching it up over her waist and revealing her cute pink lace panties. “You too, Princess.”
I lay back resting on my elbows and watch his eyes fill with need. Chloe flinches at his touch but her face remains unreadable. I can’t tell if she’s loving or hating this. Preston’s fingers find my wetness and he pushes my thong to one side, gently gliding his fingers through my arousal. A moan slips out of me as his left hand moves, rubbing over Chloe’s pussy through the lace but suddenly my baby goes stiff as a board.
I reach for her, stroking her shoulder in a manner to calm her nerves. “Chloe, baby talk to me.”
She turns to me with tears in her eyes and my heart fucking breaks.No, what have I done?
“I can’t do this,” she mumbles in between sobs, hopping off the bed and rushing out of the bedroom.
ChapterEighteen
AVERY
“Zane’s a fucking asshole who is going to come crawling back when he realizes what a huge mistake he’s made.”
I fucking hate seeing her this way.
For months Chloe cried herself to sleep every damn night while I tried my best to console her or at least to distract her from her first real heartbreak. Never having experienced falling in love myself, I couldn’t understand how to truly help her heal. I usually was the one to break things off with whatever guys I was dating but being rejected like that by Zane was foreign territory to me.
However, after the last two weeks we spent hanging out at the bar and enjoying Spring Break, I thought we’d made a breakthrough.
That was until twenty minutes ago when she had a mini panic attack in the middle of Preston’s bedroom.
Chloe’s chest heaves as a loud cry leaves her lips, echoing against the thin walls of our condo.
“I’m not so sure about that anymore, Avery. We’ve been saying the same thing for three months and not a damn text from him to sayI fucked up. No,I miss youor even anI’m fucking sorry.” She collapses onto her knees and begins to sob uncontrollably into her hands, her body folding forward in agony.
She’s a goddamn mess. Her dirty blond hair, wet and tangled, while her outfit is completely soaked and see through from the impromptu rain shower that caught us on our way home from the ATO house. But it's the black mascara stains painting her cheeks with sorrow that make my heart ache.
For me, Zane was nothing more than a good time. The hottest, filthiest fuck I’d ever experienced and someone I could see myself starting some type of relationship with, even if it were purely physical. Our sexual chemistry was off the fucking charts and he somehow knew the exact language my body spoke.
One I didn’t even understand myself.
Smoking hot, dominant as fuck, literally my ideal man. I knew damn well he could play into every one of my fantasies and undiscovered kinks.
Zane was a real man. Full grown, rough around the edges yet strong on the inside but with a softness I knew he tried his hardest to keep hidden. He made me feel wanted, truly desired. For a girl like me, haunted by her insecurities and held captive by the fear of never finding my other half, I wanted nothing more than to hold on to the feeling.
Forever.
But for Chloe, Zane meant so much more. The girl had been in love with him before she even knew what love truly meant. She loved him in secret while she was only a child and he was married to her mother. She loved him from a distance the moment he walked out of her life for good. It was a forbidden love, one she only thought about in secret, one he wasn’t aware of nor would have ever done anything about if he’d known.
Though for the first time three months ago, the first time he ever saw her as a woman and not just the kid daughter of his ex-wife, she discovered her love for him wasn’t unrequited.
And it gave her hope. Oh, hope the fickle fucker.
A despairing hope when he for once reciprocated what she’d always felt. Yet for Zane, the feeling wasn’t enough for him to fight for it.
I swallow the lump in my throat from watching her once again crumble to the floor in despair. “I’m sorry he hurt you this way Chlo.” I drop to my knees beside her and run my fingers through her hair, twisting it around my fingers to calm her. “If I’d have known he would hurt you this way, I wouldn’t have…”
Chloe lifts her head and drops her hands to her lap, looking up at me with red puffy eyes. “It’s not your fault Avery,” she whispers, the melancholic expression on her face morphing into worry. “I could never regret what we did, the way you helped me, everything you did for me. Even tonight, I know you meant well but I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”
“No baby, please don’t cry. Don’t apologize for my fuck up.” Extending my right hand out to her, I plead with her to take it in hers. “I want to do more for you Chloe. I need to. It’s killing me every day to see you like this because of him, because of what I started and he ended. “
I thought hooking up with Preston, or any other guy who could give us what we’ve been missing - the only thing we can’t give each other - was the answer but it turns out I was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
Chlo takes my hand and together we stand. I lead her down the hall to my bedroom and don't close the door behind us, eager to get her to relax.
