She tugged on my arm as I stuttered to say I needed to get back downstairs. She didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care, because I was soon standing on the small balcony, alone with Caroline Black, my cock’s worst enemy at the moment.
She smiled, all innocence, as she placed her hand on my arm. Oh God, please don’t! I gripped her hand before she could pull her little cock tease move by stroking my arm. “I really need to get back downstairs,” I apologized.
I started to walk away, but my eyes locked onto Rhett and Whitney sitting on the large couch downstairs. His hand was on her knee — high on her knee — and she was smiling at whatever charm he was spilling onto her. Todd Morris was on her other side, his arm draped around her shoulders.
I stood there frozen, which gave Caroline time to make another move. “Oh my,” she said and stepped closer, pressing her hand against the front of my jeans. Her perfume enveloped me as her hand glided against the denim, creating a friction that I could barely handle.
Stop this now.
I gripped her hand. “I have to go,” I said quickly and tried to get past her to the door. I glanced back down at Whitney, who was now laughing up at Morris, their faces only inches apart.
“Now, I know you don’t really want to go,” she said as she glanced down at my jeans, a sexy smirk curling one side of her mouth.
Yeah, sure I’m hard, but I just watched two women fucking. What do you expect, lady?
She sank to her knees, her hands working furiously at my zipper. It was like she was desperate to see me, be with me.
Was she fucking nuts? And why in the hell wasn’t I running from this place?
“There’s something about you, Calvin, something that makes me lose control,” she breathed, then looked up at me with her big blue eyes and those luscious red lips. That was the image that haunted me, the one I couldn’t get rid of when I made love to Whitney.
I knew it.
My cock knew it.
“I’m flattered, but I really have to go,” I said, pushing her hands away from my jeans. I turned, zipping myself back up and glanced over the balcony at Whitney.
Our eyes met.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I pushed past Caroline, no longer caring if she was willing to move and rushed down the stairs.
Whitney
Rhett’s charm had begun to wear thin as I wondered where in the hell Calvin had taken off to. His hand was on my knee, squeezing gently as he worked to inch it up just a bit higher. He was smooth, I’d give him that.
“So, I can’t wait to have you come to my home and give it some inspiration,” he said.
Yeah, I bet you can’t, I thought to myself but smiled graciously.
His dark eyes seemed to penetrate me as he spoke, and in some ways, it was almost like a violation. If I wasn’t so irritated at the moment, I probably would have felt that same giddy feeling I had at the ballpark when he kept me company.
Todd Morris, on the other hand, was temptation on two legs, and all his attention was focused on me. His amber eyes reminded me of a lion stalking his prey, and I knew I needed to be cautious or he would eat me up. The thought made me squirm.
“You want to get out of here?” Todd asked me, leaning close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “It’s pretty crazy.”
I laughed and looked up into those mesmerizing eyes. It was crazy here, and I did want to leave. Where the hell was Calvin?
The women in the pool were already undressing, some just their tops, others their bottoms too. As a woman, I was embarrassed by my own gender as I witnessed such a display of vulgarity. Holly was drunk. Well, at least pretty damn buzzed when she weaved over to us.
“Have you seen Ace?” she asked, and I shook my head.
Wherever Ace was, that’s where we would find Calvin. “When you find him, tell Calvin I’m ready to go,” I said through gritted teeth, feeling like a bitch.
“You just need another drink,” she argued. Before I could stop her or even attempt to argue, she had already made her way to the bar where she had another drink made for me. The first one was still on the table next to me, I had no use for another one. “Thanks,” I said with false graciousness. “Can you please find Calvin?”
Wet, naked women were now making their way into the house. They squealed and giggled as they all ran up the long spiral staircase. “This is just not my scene,” I told the men on either side of me.
“Mine either,” Rhett said, but I wasn’t certain that was true. I must admit he was a gentleman, never letting his eye wander to the endless amounts of young flesh that surrounded us. He kept his eyes on me while we spoke, and of course, his hand on my knee.
Another set of girls ran past us, and since the first group left the floor wet, they slipped and fell right at our feet. Todd’s arm slipped around my shoulders while the other stretched out in front of me, protecting me from their flailing limbs.
I wasn’t a prude, but when I was having a conversation at a party, the last thing I expected or wanted was to look down at three vaginas all spread out beneath my feet.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Rhett was staring, but who could have blamed him. The girls slid around on the floor, struggling to get to their feet. At one point, a vagina and asshole were right in my face as a girl bent over to help her friend up from the floor.
Seriously, where the hell was Calvin!
“I think from here the party will only get worse,” Todd noted, squeezing me tighter. I agreed. I was ready to go. “Seriously, I’ll take you home or wherever you want to go.” He seemed so caring and so concerned by my discomfort, I smiled up into his face again.
It was so tempting.
I jumped when one of the girls screamed when she slipped again, and I turned to watch them run up the stairs. My eyes followed them as I wondered if Calvin could possibly be up there.
No, surely not.
Holly made her way back to me, a little drunker than before. “I can’t find Ace,” she said. She slumped into the chair across from me. I knew I needed to help her if I was going to help myself. Find Ace, find Calvin, in that order.
Rhett was still working his hand up my leg, and as I turned to talk to Holly, he took advantage and slid it higher than I felt comfortable. I smiled graciously, and told him I would be in touch with him about the design job. I turned to Todd, who was leaning down to tell me something. We bumped noses, which for some reason, was hilarious. We both started laughing like fools. It felt so good to laugh.
“I really need to go,” I told him. And I really did. I needed to find Calvin and get away from here. Away from this temptation.
I looked up and froze.
There was Calvin.
On the balcony.
A blonde on her knees in front of him.
He was staring down at her, a pained look on his face.
Then he turned, zipping his jeans, and his eyes locked onto mine.
We both froze and time slowed. The only sound I heard was the rush of blood through my ears. Then a warm hand closed over mine. Todd’s hand. He cursed beside me. He’d seen it too.
The moment was broken when Ace turned and ran out of my view. The blonde stood and looked down at me, one side of her mouth curving into a grin. As if in slow motion, she licked her lips.