“Olivia is really looking forward to meeting you…again,” I tell Brooke who is currently hiding in the bathroom so that I don’t see her until she’s completely ready.

“I’m going to be so embarrassed after how I reacted,” she shouts through the closed door.

“She won’t let you, and neither will I. We’re just going to enjoy this evening and forget about all that. You’re mine honey. I don’t need anyone else.”

That’s one hell of a truth and one I hope she remembers, especially tonight when there is a good possibility that we might bump into someone I’ve gone home with in the past. It makes me uneasy but I’m sure as hell not going to ruin the night before it’s even gotten started.

Snapping my Rolex onto my wrist, I turn toward the bathroom door as I hear it opening, and then find my mouth hanging open at the beautiful sight of Brooke.

Her curvy figure is covered with a stretchy red fabric with flowers, and her legs go on for miles in the matching shiny high heels currently on her feet. She wears a hint of make up and her hair has been put into a sort of twist at the back of her neck. Just looking at her, I’m not even sure how I’m going to leave the house in the condition I’m now in because of her.

Very slowly, she moves toward me and lightly blows into my ear as her hand wraps around my erection currently tenting my trousers. “I take it you like what you see?”

“I more than like,” I groan, her hand jerking me through my trousers feels like heaven. “I’m also going to be coming if you don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” Suddenly dropping to her knees, my dick jerks hard, rocking my hips forward while precum slowly tingles along the length of my flesh to trickle out of the swollen crown. “I’m going to take care of your, little, problem.”

Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, and laugh, which turns into a long moan as her red lips wrap around the head of my cock.

My trousers and underwear drop to my ankles and then I feel her hands on my ass, massaging and pressing me closer. Her fingers make contact with my sac and my eyes snap open, focusing on her mouth as she sucks me off.

Seeing her like this, totally lost in me, and watching the way I disappear into her mouth and then having my dick covered in her red lipstick, is all too much. With one final swirl of her tongue, my climax rushes through me and I release. My cock jerks in her mouth but she won’t release me, sucking my release along my quivering flesh.

Finally I can’t take anymore, and pull free of her clinging mouth and pouty red lips. Just the sight of her sitting at my feet with my semi hard cock in front of her face, her red lips swollen, has me twitching.

Brooke smirks. “I love driving you crazy.” She leans forward and kisses the tip of my cock before she takes her jolly time at pulling my underwear and trousers up. “You’re not allowed to clean the lipstick off until later. I want you to walk around tonight knowing my lips are all over you.”

I groan and drop my ass to the bed while helping her up from the floor.

“I’ll be a minute.” She disappears into the bathroom.

Exhaling slowly, I realize that tonight is going to be hard to get through.

My lips are all over you!

“God help me,” I mumble.

* * *

Tonight God is nowhere to be seen because my beautiful girlfriend has done nothing but tease my senses all evening. Like now, we’re on the dance floor and all I can feel is her round bottom rubbing against my pelvis to every beat of the music.

Her body is perfect and as I wrap my arms around her midriff, I catch the grin on Ryan’s face as he saunters past. I think Brooke is oblivious to anyone but us right now.

The music finally comes to a brief stop, so I use this opportunity to tug Brooke from the dance floor, although I do keep her in front of me until I don’t think my arousal is obvious.

Catching the look on Olivia’s face, I’m not sure why I bothered because I’m guessing it’s written all over my face. To hide my embarrassment, I grin.

Olivia smirks. “You are so gone,” she shouts above the music and shakes her head.

“I agree.” I keep an arm around Brooke while she tries to talk to my cousin, Paige.

Other than music, you can’t hear a damn thing in here. No one else seems to mind though, and as I drain the bottle of beer, I pause with it to my mouth when I catch Rachel on the dance floor with a guy I haven’t seen before.

Forgetting about the beer, I watch, wondering where he came from because she arrived with Paige. So that makes me glance around for Alex.

I find him with his arms on the bar, his head bent and slightly turned to the side, watching Rachel.

Sighing, I lean into Brooke. “I’m going to talk to Alex.” Kissing her briefly on the lips when she turns to acknowledge me, I make my way to my cousin.

Alex is completely distracted and doesn’t see me at first but then his eyes focus on me. I glance at Rachel and then back to him to let him know that I’ve been watching. He looks back at the bar and into his drink.

No words are exchanged for a while but he does eventually turn to face me, his jaw tightening when he glances over my shoulder.

I lean closer and ask, “What are you doing Alex?”

He searches my gaze and he finally figures out that I know. “How?”

Wincing, I admit, “Brooke and I, we were in the hay loft…” I let the rest hang in the air.

His eyes widen in surprise but then fill with resignation. “I didn’t ask for this, Michael. I’ve tried not to think about her, but she’s there. All the time. No matter what I’m doing, she’s there. I know it’s wrong but, damn it to hell, I don’t know what to do. Seeing her with someone else kills me.”

Reaching out, I squeeze his shoulder as his gaze goes back to the bar. I turn and find Rachel still dancing but with her gaze on Alex, looking just as miserable, and then, even from this distance, I realize she’s crying.

Rachel tries to move away from the man she’s dancing with, but he grabs her wrist and tugs her back to him. He holds her against him while she struggles. His hands must be bruising.

Slamming my beer down, I quickly move in to help her as I catch Ryan moving in from the opposite side with security behind him.

Just as I’m about to grab Rachel free, Alex gets to her and wraps her in his arms, his eyes blazing an angry fire at the asshole whom Ryan currently has in a headlock. Then I watch as Alex puts Rachel behind him and takes a step to the guy. I step in front of him, placing my hand on his chest. “She needs you. Don’t get arrested.”

He breathes heavily but quickly turns back to Rachel. Over his shoulder, he shouts, “Tell the others I’ll see Rachel home.”

I nod. “Olivia can drop Paige.”

He wraps an arm around Rachel’s shoulders and all I can think is that they shouldn’t be going anywhere together especially while they’re both upset.

Feeling a hand on the middle of my back, I turn, curling my arms around Brooke.

“Is everything okay?”

I kiss her on the top of her head. “It is now.”

“Where are Rachel and Alex?” Paige asks.

“I’m not sure, but she’s okay, and Alex will make sure of that.”

Paige frowns but gets distracted when Olivia drags her away.