The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(13)

She stills her hand. “Eww! Gross, Ell!”

“Look at me.”

Her gaze meets mine, and I smile despite the sting in my ribs because she believes I’d do it. I mean, I have.

“I’m kidding,” I lie, pacifying her. “Are you wet?”

“Stop it!” she snaps, her tone playful yet dripping with desire.

“Do I need to come over there—”

“I’m wet,” she interrupts, her eyes fixed on my left hand.

I follow her line of sight to the remote control, and my brows pop before a hungry glint rips my top lip. “You want more?” I chuckle.

I set it to the max, pocketing it and grasping my erection through my pants. Lucy doesn’t even notice; her eyes are closed, and her body rocks against her hand.

I just need a squeeze.

“So, so… good!” she rasps.

I don’t know what’s happening right now. Am I getting off on my friends’ arousal? Or are we merely finding pleasure in joined company? Are those two things any different?

Fuck knows, but I can’t stop, and I don’t want to.

There’s never been a right time with Lucy. She’s been with Miller for the majority of the time I’ve known her, and when she wasn’t, we’ve fucked around a little. Nothing more than a look that would linger for a couple of seconds too long or a cheeky spoon in bed after a night out in the city. She’s the woman you marry and far beyond the likes of me.

She deserves more than anything I could ever give her.

We have a level. An understanding, if you will. Lucy’s looking for her happily ever after, the man that will tick all the boxes. And I’m the guy looking for the next hot fuck to warm his bed.

Notorious.

What a word that is. It followed me throughout college, university, and my adult life. Mostly because Mason Lowell tag-teamed me through every party we ever went to and then some. We fucked, drank, dominated in our business field and did it all with a ruthlessness nobody should be proud of.

Women know what they get with me, and Lucy knows what I have to offer—which isn’t a lot and nothing she looks for in a man.

She deserves the world, and I’m nothing more than a player to her, who makes money while he sleeps and fucks women before breakfast.

I am funny.

That’s one thing I have going for me.

I love my life, and I wouldn’t change it. But if I could do my family proud, not have my mum’s gaze on me at parties because she’s worried I’ll “hook up with a floozy.” She tells me she’s proud of me all the time and how much she loves me, but that’s just words. Her eyes speak the truths she’s had to learn to accept. I’ll give her what she wants one day, but right now, I have no idea how I’ll get there.

I decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t put an expiry date on my life, and I won’t. I choose to live each day as it comes. I have great friends, family, a fucking multimillion-pound company that grows annually. I don’t need to chase a damn thing.

The thing is, when you’re labelled throughout your whole life—fairly or not—you end up becoming a product of that.

Intentionally or not.





5





Lucy





The smell of our abandon seems to wrap itself around me like a scorched blanket as I slide my fingers from my clit, and into my sex. My arousal drips down the inside of my thighs, and I know I should stop. I shouldn’t be doing this. But I cannot and will not voice the words that would cease this ecstasy.

I’ve never had a problem with bringing myself to the point of orgasm but never, in my entire thirty-one years, have I got myself off in front of another man. The fact I’m stood here now, with my fingers dancing across slick flesh, all while Elliot Montgomery watches me—I’m questioning my sanity, but it’s all but shattered, tethering on the edge of oblivion along with my impending orgasm.

“What are you thinking? Tell me.”

My eyes split open. A gasp falls from my lips when I find Elliot palming himself through his trousers.

“Your eyes were closed.” He frowns as he utters the words, maybe not meaning to say them at all.

With his vulnerability threatening to unravel at our feet, I give him an inch.

“I’m thinking about how I’ve never done this.”

“You’ve never given yourself an orgasm?”

I shake my head no. “I’ve never.” I look down at where my hand curves beneath my skirt. “Not whilst being watched.”

Paper-thin wrinkles crease the corners of his eyes as he observes me, his mind ticking overtime. For a man who claims to live life on the edge, he sure knows how to get deep into that handsome head of his.

“Get out of your head.” I bite my lip and try for a sexy smile, throwing his words right back at him.

His chin tips up. “Did he make you come?”

My pussy throbs. It’s as if his words are connected by a thread, teasing the intimate parts of my body expertly.

My heart jerks as realisation sinks in. “You’ve done this before,” I state, not needing an answer.

Of course, he has.

“How many times have you had to finish yourself off after he came inside you?”

“Ell,” I moan, my cheeks flushing red hot. “I’m so close.”