The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(109)

I don’t speak.

Mostly because I don’t have any words.

“Are you saying you’ve never slept with Lucy?” Mason seems to find his tongue, and I want to kill him just as bad as I want the answer to his question.

Maxwell frowns as if it’s a stupid question. “You make it sound so fucking sad.”

My heart jackhammers.

“Like I said, the girl can suck a dick.”

I want to kill him.

I could kill him.

I could throw him from this motherfucking cliff, and my friends would cover me for a lifetime. Fuck, I think even Charlie is ready to lay into Maxwell’s face at this point.

I stand, and they don’t stop me, but instead of doing what I want to do, I do what I should do.

She’s still standing at the kitchen island when I walk through the doors, and I close them behind me.

Her eyes dart up and then drop down my naked torso. She frowns and goes back to chopping up the strawberries on the counter.

I’m still so fucking angry at her.

I walk through the lounge and over to the island, resting my hands on the worktop, giving myself the opportunity to properly take her in.

Her hair is wet, and her makeup is wiped clean from her face. Her tits look sweet as fucking sin in her black bikini, and I stare at them without a single ounce of guilt. She looks just as perfect as she did in the bar, although now, I know that she hasn’t had a cock inside her since me.

He hasn’t touched her.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me happy.

“Are we calling off our pact?” I ask, breaking the formidable silence hanging between us.

Her gaze lifts, confusion and hurt painting her face. “Uh, if you want to. I guess.”

She swallows harshly, and I tighten my gaze on her. Reaching out, I pick up a strawberry. I hold it between my fingers, and she watches as I slowly squish it. The red juices run down my fingers and between my knuckles, dripping onto my wrist and then the counter.

I turn my mouth down and shrug. I lift my hand and lick up the mess. “Do you want to call it off? What was your plan here?”

“I presumed it was off the table since I left. You mentioned it before, and I thought maybe we’d just postpone it.” Her chest rises and falls as she continues to watch me. “I didn’t think… after you came to New York.”

“New York.” I nod, a smile pulling at my lips which she does nothing to reciprocate. “I’m curious as to why you’d lie.”

“Lie?”

“Hmm, because if you still wanted to go ahead with it before I came to New York, surely you wouldn’t have gone and put yourself on a contraceptive.”

Her cheeks redden, and it fuels my fire.

“Do you remember when I stayed over at your place, and you needed me to go out in the night for supplies?” I start to round the counter. “I phoned you up because I didn’t know what to get you.”

“Elliot,” she warns.

“You told me to put the tampons back because you don’t use them—I mean, now I’ve been inside of you, I get it.”

“You’ll never get it, don’t try to understand things you never will,” she says in a panic.

I lean down beside her body, resting my arm on the kitchen island. I pick up a strawberry and suck it between my lips before I eat it. “Tell me, Luce, has anything changed from that night?”

She stares at the chopping board, and I shift my eyes to the window. I give Mason a look, and he nods his head in understanding.

My hand curls around the smooth skin on the inside of her knee and her lips part as I drag my fingers up the inside of her thigh.

“Because today at the pool, I was watching you, and at the beach, all the damn time actually—but especially in this tight little bikini. And do you want to know what I think?”

She drops her head back as my hand cups her bikini covered pussy from behind. My chest brushes her arm, and the skin-on-skin contact has my cock twitching behind my slacks. I use my nose to nuzzle her hair clear of her ear. “I think you’re a liar.”

I pick up another strawberry and hold it to her mouth. She looks at me with uncertainty, and I glare back, not being able to help the feelings still surging through me. “Eat it.”

I feel her clit throbbing as I run my hand between her legs, forwards and back, slow sweeps as my fingers tease her. She bites into the strawberry, and I feel her excitement leak from her, creating a wet spot on her bikini bottoms.

She moans around what’s left of the strawberry, darting her tongue out to pick up the juices from my pointer finger.

“That tastes good?” I ask.

She nods her head, chewing down on the piece of fruit and looking up at me. “Elliot, anyone could—”

“Cut the fucking strawberries.”

I’m half-cut, and maybe I’ll regret this in the morning, but it’s not fucking likely.

I want to know.

I stand behind her and shift her hips apart, knocking her foot out a step and widening her stance.

I turn my back to her and manoeuvre myself, kneeling on the ground backwards behind her. My hands wrap around her thighs as I ease my head back and between her legs.

Her thighs clamp around my head as she panics, her gaze jumping to the guys sitting on the patio just beyond the doors. “Elliot.”