Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(9)

“Go make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us something.”

A large orange couch dominates the room, calling me to it. I shrug off my jacket and collapse down, laying my full length across the cushions. It’s itchy as shit, but I’m lacking the drive to move just yet.

The chick appears upside down above me a few seconds later, and I’m grateful I didn’t close my eyes. Robbie waits for me there, and its too painful.

“Vodka?” She grins, holding out a glass for me.

Shifting into a sitting position, I take the glass and down the contents, savoring the chase of fire down my throat.

“Whoa, slow down, stud.” She takes the empty glass and places it on the coffee table before sliding herself onto my lap.

She’s a petite little thing, wearing a pair of tiny jean shorts and a band tee.

Her small tits don’t offer even a handful, but the confidence dripping off her is hella sexy.

My cock stirs, and I try to blank out the voice whispering from the dark corners of my mind.

“Where were you, Rhett?”

When she notices my distracted state, she goes for my belt buckle, but I place a hand over hers, stopping her and moving her from my lap.

Large green eyes expand and her smile falters as I chip away at that confidence.

“Everything okay?” she asks, her voice meek. It makes me feel like a douchebag causing her to question herself.

“Yeah, everything’s real good. I just want to look at you.” I slide my hands beneath her top and draw it up over her body, tugging it over her head.

Pale skin decorated with color expands down her chest, ending at her tiny pink nipples that peak into little pebbles. Leaning up, I take one in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the bud, then sucking her entire tit into my mouth before releasing it with a loud pop.

I jerk open the buttons of her jean shorts and yank them down her legs.

She’s not wearing underwear and has a small patch of hair she colored pink.

What the fuck?

She grins at me. “Never had pink pussy before?”

A real laugh barks out of me, and I fall back amused. Damn, she’s refreshing.

Laying down, I tell her, “Sit that cute, pink pussy on my face, sweetheart.”

Raising her leg, she straddles my shoulders, her little tits lifting up and down with her heavy pants of anticipation.

I haven’t even touched her yet, but know she’s going to be a firecracker. I can already tell by her eager moans.

Just as she drops her hips and I flick my tongue up to meet her, the door opens and a scream rings out through the room.

The colorful chick scrambles to get up, toppling over and falling to the floor.

I look up to see who joined us, finding a blonde woman staring down at me with her mouth agape.

“What the hell?” she breathes. She looks familiar, but I can’t place her in my intoxicated state.

“Nicky, what the hell are you doing?” the woman asks, directing the question to my little rainbow friend.

Nicky?

“Do you know who this is?” She points a finger at me.

Wait, me, what?

“I met him tonight. Why, who is he?” my girl, Nicky asks, grabbing at her clothes and pulling them on.

“That’s Mr. Masters son,” the blonde informs her.

Mr. Masters? I snort a laugh, and my head spins, the vodka doing its job.

“The boss you were boning?” Colorful girl, erm …Nicky! Squints.

Hold up, what did she say?

“What?” I ask through the haze of alcohol, making my lips form the question tugging at my brain.

“The boss who fired me after his wife caught him fucking me, yes,” she snaps, flipping on a light switch, flooding the room in bright white.

Fuck.

It takes a few beats for my eyes to adjust, but seeing her in the light, I do recognize her from Dad’s office. Melissa something or other. God, and I just called her fat lips because she has the biggest lips I’ve ever seen.

She’s sexy as hell, older than me, but still young and fuckable.

Shit, I have a one tracked mind, what did she just say?

“Get out. And tell your father I’m filing a lawsuit for wrongful dismissal.”

Snorting, I drag my ass to my feet and saunter past her.

“Tell him yourself, sweetheart. I ain’t telling that prick shit.”

“Hey, he doesn’t have to go. It isn’t his fault his dad’s a dick.”

“Nicky!” the blonde growls.

“It’s fine. I’ve lost my appetite anyway.” A smirk tugs up my lips as I wave goodbye.

I don’t know where the fuck I am, but I start walking, letting the knowledge sink in that my dad’s a cheating piece of shit and my poor mother knew.

Shit, not only knew, but caught him in the act.

No wonder she left us. We both failed her.




Waking up on the front lawn just outside the gates of our house, I groan at the headache forming in my skull and the fact that I’m fucking shoeless.

What the hell?

I don’t even remember getting back here.

I force myself to my feet, every muscle in my body protesting the movement. I’m a sweaty mess with drool down my chin.

Sensing eyes on me, I take a quick look around, then blow on my hands to remove the debris from them before waving to our neighbor across the street out collecting his newspaper.