Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

I had my doubts that Shardonnay would last the week. However, she has surprised me with how quickly she’s picked up on everything. I’m not sure why I expected anything less. I knew she was granted an academic scholarship to Hunterview Hills Academy. That school is not an easy one to get into. And I vaguely remember Lucy mentioning how her best friend received a full-ride scholarship to the University of Melbourne as well. I didn’t realise the girl never actually started.

I’ve kept as much distance as I possibly can all week. Whenever I’m around her, I can’t fucking think straight. I turn back into a horny fucking teenage boy. I need to get laid—thank fuck it’s Friday and tonight I can hit the town and relax a bit.

Speaking of the little vixen, she pops her head into my office. “Xavier, I’m off. Enjoy your weekend.”

“Sure, you too,” I say, then look up as she starts retreating from the doorway. What the fuck is she wearing? “Shardonnay, get in here,” I yell out, causing her to jump.

Spinning around, she walks back into my office, stopping just across the threshold. “Yes?” Her words are gritted out through clenched teeth.

“You changed.” I point out the obvious.

“And you’re perceptive.”

“Why?”

“Why are you perceptive? Who knows, Xavier? I don’t have time for this. Is there anything you actually need? I’m pretty sure even Satan’s PA gets a weekend off,” she sasses back at me.

“Why’d you change?” I ask.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I changed because it’s Friday night and Lucy will be here any second to pick me up.” She makes a point to look at her watch.

“Where are you two off to?”

“No idea? Can I go now, Dad?” she huffs. I can’t help but smirk as I imagine her bent over my desk, calling me Daddy as I spank that attitude right out of her.

“Eww, if you two are going to do the whole daddy-baby thing, save me the agony of ever having to hear it. Please.” My sister’s voice draws me out of my daydream.

“Lucy, it’s good to see you—be even better if I were seeing a little less of you,” I say, motioning a hand up and down her body. What is it with these girls and not wearing clothes that actually fit them? “Did you buy that dress from the children’s department?” I ask her.

“It’s hot, huh?” Lucy does a little twirl.

“So hot. Let’s go.” Shardonnay links her arm with my sister’s.

“Where exactly are you two off to tonight anyway?” I ask again, keeping my voice as nonchalant as possible.

“That new club, Unhinged,” Lucy answers.

“It’s not even six,” I point out.

“Oh, we’re going to dinner and pre-drinks first, then the club. Why? You wanna come with?” Lucy offers, while Shardonnay groans beside her.

“Pass,” I say.

“Okay, well, see you Sunday.” Lucy reminds me of the standing Sunday dinner at our parents’ house.

“Can’t wait.”

An hour later, Nathan and Alistair walk into my office, each with their own glass filled with amber liquid.

“What a fucking week,” Alistair groans, throwing himself onto my couch.

“Tell me about it,” I agree, downing my Scotch before refilling it.

“How’re the blue balls treating you?” Nathan laughs.

“I don’t have fucking blue balls,” I deny. I’ve jerked off more this week than I think I ever have in my life.

“Sure you don’t. You think we both haven’t noticed the way you look at her?” Alistair asks.

“Look at who?”

Nathan rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb it—doesn’t suit you.”

“Fine, she’s hot. Sue me for fucking looking.” I throw my hands in the air.

“We’re not the ones you have to worry about, dipshit. You should transfer Shardonnay. She’s a HR lawsuit waiting to explode right in your face.” This comes from Nathan.

“Please, I have enough self-control. I’m not going to fucking touch the girl. Besides, you’re one to talk. Tell me, mate, how is that new little associate of yours?” I ask him, turning the tables back on him and the crush he won’t admit he has on his new first-year, Bentley.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks.

“Nothing. I’m heading to that new club tonight, Unhinged. You two coming?” I know I should stay away; it’s the right thing to do. Then again, what kind of big brother would I be if I left my little sister alone in a club like that?

That’s what I’m telling myself. I’m going to keep an eye on Lucy, and my impromptu appearance has absolutely nothing to do with Shardonnay at all.

Three hours later, I find myself sitting in the VIP area of Unhinged. Nathan and Alistair each have girls on their laps already—we’ve been here for thirty minutes. Usually I’d be joining them, looking for a warm hole to sink my dick into for the night. I must be fucking broken because none of the women here even have sparked the tiniest bit of interest. That is until my sister falls into the seat next to me.

“Xav, I knew you’d come.” She laughs, holding a glass of some pink concoction in the air.

“Those two wanted to come here,” I say. “How many of them have you had?” I ask Lucy as my eyes soak in Shardonnay. She’s wearing a tiny little black dress and heels so high that her usually short stature could be mistaken for average height. My eyes travel up her bare, toned, tanned legs. My fingers itch to follow the path.

“Lucy, I’m hitting the dance floor,” Shardonnay yells over to my sister.

“Wait, I’m coming.” Lucy stumbles as she stands upright again. “Come dance with us, Xav,” she slurs.

The guys smirk in my direction. “Yeah, Xav , go dance with your sister and her friend ,” Nathan says with extra emphasis on the word friend.

“Asshole,” I mumble. Leaning down into the girl’s ear who’s currently perched on Nathan’s lap, I whisper, “He’s married and has crabs.” I hear the slap as I turn, my arm clutched in Lucy’s hand as she tugs me onto the dance floor.

How the hell did I get myself into this situation?

Two songs later, most of which consisted of me glaring at any guy who tried to approach Lucy or Shardonnay, and I’m ready to get the fuck out of here.

“I’m going to go pee. Dance with Shar for me. Don’t move from this spot.” Lucy disappears into the crowd before I can tell her no.

No, I can’t dance with your friend. At least with my sister here, there was a buffer, someone to stop me from doing something stupid. Something stupid like wrapping my arms around Shardonnay’s waist and pulling her up against my body.

“What are you doing?” she yells.

Leaning down so I can talk into her ear, I say, “Dancing.”

Shardonnay shakes her head. “Rule number thirteen: Never dance. Never,” she says.

I smirk. So she has memorised the rules. “The rules don’t apply when we’re not in the office, babe,” I tell her as I slip my thigh between her legs.

Her chest rises and falls faster. I’m sure if it wasn’t so dark in here, I’d be greeted by the intoxicating image of the blush creeping up her chest. Fuck it, if the rules really don’t apply, then I can do exactly what I want with her right now. Spinning her body around so her back is to my chest, I allow my hands to splay across her stomach, holding her close to me. My lips find the crook of her neck as I press featherlight kisses up and down the soft skin.

“Fuck, you smell so damn edible,” I growl. She smells like fucking honey—like sweet, sugary syrup that I want to lick off my fingers. With that thought, I find my hand drifting up the inside of her thigh. When my fingers reach the hem of her dress, I pause. Her body stiffens in my hold, but she doesn’t stop me from moving higher. Finding the edge of her panties, I pull them aside, slipping two fingers through her wet folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” My cock grinds into her ass. “Feel what you do to me. You’ve had me hard all fucking week, Shardonnay.”

My teeth nibble on her earlobe as my fingers explore her wet pussy. Inserting two fingers inside her, I curl them upwards. Shardonnay stands straighter, higher on her tiptoes. The groan that escapes her mouth is barely audible over the noise of the music. My eyes watch her breasts heave. This is one of those moments where I wish I had more than two hands.

I want to feel all of her, every smooth inch. “I want you to make yourself come on my fingers,” I tell her. My fingers move in and out of her to the beat of the music. Her head lulls back against my chest. My teeth graze across her jaw. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“I… I can’t,” she says.

“You can and you fucking will,” I grunt, shoving two fingers into her soaking-wet cunt as hard as I can.

“Oh shit,” she moans, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes close as she finally lets go, and her pussy grinds against my hand.

“Fuck yes, you’re so fucking hot. This cunt of yours is fucking tight, wet, warm.” The more I talk, the harder and faster her hips move. “I can’t wait to feel this pussy gripping my cock like its gripping my fingers right now. I bet you’ll choke it, drain me of everything I’ve got. Come on, baby, come for me. I want your juices all over my fucking hand. When I jerk off tonight, I want you’re scent on my palm as I wrap it around my cock.”

That does it. Her body stiffens, shakes slightly, before she slumps into my arms. If I wasn’t holding her up, I have no doubt she’d fall to the floor right now.

“Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I remove my hand and readjust her panties, covering her pussy. Shardonnay pulls out of my arms and spins around, her jaw dropped in shock as I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck them inside. Cleaning them of her. “Fucking honey,” I moan around my knuckles.

“What? Oh my god, no… I don’t…”

I read her lips. I can’t hear her voice over the music. And before I can react, she runs.

“Shit!” I follow her, looking in every which direction. But she’s gone. Lost in the crowd. I pull my phone out and dial her number; it rings once before it goes to voicemail. Fuck! Shoving my way through the crowd, I go in search of her. Or my sister. I can’t find either of them. I end up calling Lucy instead.

“Xavier?” she answers.

“Where are you?” I ask.

“In the car. Shar wasn’t feeling well so we’re calling it a night,” Lucy says.

I sigh in relief. She’s okay, she’s with Lucy, and they’re on their way home. I need to fix this. I’m not sure how. I just know I need to fix this. “Okay, text me when you make it back.” Hanging up the phone, I send a text to both Nathan and Alistair.

Me:

I’m headed out. Enjoy your night.

I don’t get a response from either of them, but I don’t expect to. Not until tomorrow anyway.