Camilla
Inhaling all the air my lungs will allow, I crack open the door to one of Tony’s spare bedrooms. Ellis Burke sits up from the bed immediately and slides a hand over his thick brown hair.
“Can I help you?” he asks.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know anyone was in here. I was looking for a place to hide out. Care if I join you?” I hold up the bottle of champagne and my flute glass. “I have alcohol.”
“I was actually looking to get away from the crowd.”
“It’s only me, and I promise I won’t try to give you a lap dance like the rest of them.” I display a timid, sweet smile, hoping he’ll take the bait.
“OK, sure.” Strolling over to him, I sense his heavy gaze lingering over my scarcely clothed body. The only light shining through is from the cracked door of the adjoining bathroom, but once I’m close enough, I can’t miss how attractive he is.
Tony is a beautiful man, with symmetrical facial features and silky hair, but Ellis’s characteristics are rugged and pronounced. He has an intimidating presence that has stolen my breath.
His jawbones square off sharply at each side of a cleft chin. He’s taller than his brother, more muscular, too. And his deep-set eyes give off a haunting vibe.
Gathering my wits, I pour the champagne in my flute and hold the bottle out toward him.
“Drink up. It might calm your nerves. I don’t like big crowds, either,” I say.
“I don’t normally drink, but I have to admit it’s helped this evening. I’m already a touch lightheaded.” Laughing, he swipes the bottle from me and holds it to his mouth to take a drink.
He’s in jeans, and the sleeves of his burgundy button-up shirt are rolled up his forearms.
“May I?” I ask as I point to the spot next to him. He nods, so I sit. Being on a bed with him while I’m wearing only a short negligee and panties feels intimate.
And wrong.
My god, I’ve been having sex with his brother.
Of course, Ellis Burke doesn’t know that. What feels worse is that Tony put this plan into motion.
Swallowing a drink, I turn to Ellis and smile.
“This is much better … the quiet. I’m more of a homebody myself.”
“Me, too.” After taking another drink from the bottle, he turns to me and stares. “I didn’t see you at the party. I would’ve noticed you; you’re beautiful.”
“Thank you. I arrived late.” Although his eyes are glazed over, they’re a stunning blue, and I can’t help but stare at them.
Becoming more nervous, I drink the rest of the champagne from my flute. He wasn’t supposed to be gazing at me in return, acting interested, but he is.
“Let me pour you more to drink, and then we can get to know each other better,” he says seductively.
***
“Please get off of me.”
His lips kiss up my neck, and I smell a citrus scent from his coarse hair that’s tickling my face.
“Let me touch you,” he whispers.
“You weren’t supposed to do this.”
“But you feel so good beneath me. Please, whoever you are, give me this one night with you.”
Shoving my arms out in front of me, I spring upright in bed. “Ellis! Ellis!” My eyes fly open, and once my mind registers it was a dream, I cover my pounding heart with my hand.
The beginning … the end. The dream is always in fragments, and maybe it’s better I don’t remember it all.
My bedroom door flies open, and the sound of thumping footsteps coming toward me causes me to scoot back farther in my bed. My heels dig in the mattress until my back is pressed against the headboard. “Who’s there?” I ask.
“It’s Ellis. Are you OK? I heard you yelling my name.”
“Please go.” The bed sinks in, and seeing his eyes transports me right back to my vivid dream.
“I’m not leaving. What happened?”
“I had a bad dream. I’m fine.”
He grabs my hand and presses it between his, but then he touches my forehead and cheek.
“You’re clammy and shaking.” Before I can stop him, he’s next to me in bed and pulling me to his side. The only clothes I feel against me are his boxers.
He can’t comfort me. It’s confusing, and I need away from him. God, I need away.
“Ellis, please go back to bed.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. I have bad dreams, too. You’d think we would outgrow that shit as adults. Maybe you had it because you’re sleeping somewhere new.”
Pulling on my body again, he shifts me until my torso is on his broad chest. His lips press to my hair. “I’ll stay here with you.”
“Liam and I have disrupted your sleep enough already.”
“Maybe it was too quiet in this big house before you came.”
“Maybe you were also lonely.” Feeling his lips press to my head again, I realize I’m safe. He won’t hurt me and even came in here to comfort me.
I touch his chest with my lips in a few different spots and feel his heartbeat accelerate.
My body moves down his, my lips soon tracing his rippled abs. His fingers delve in my hair, and his fingertips massage my scalp.
“Mmm …” I hum from the relaxing feel of it.
Hooking my fingers around his boxers, I inch them down until his hardness springs free and is smooth beneath my palm. Twirling my tongue around the head, I taste his pre-cum before I seal my mouth over his length and suck.
Groaning, he spreads open his legs a little, and his fingers clench my hair. He likes it, so I continue to move my mouth, picking up speed.
“Oh, keep sucking, just like that,” he breathes.
I do until he tenses and comes in my mouth. What’s this man doing to me? Days ago I thought I hated him, and now I’m voluntarily giving him a blowjob.
It’s because deep down I’ve always suspected he’s not the enemy. I didn’t want to see it because it made his brother and me the villains.
What if what Tony told me about Ellis was a lie? If so, then I was a victim, too.