Flip (Next Level Book 2)

“Eyes on me, slut.”

Erin’s braced against the bathroom stall, her arms out wide, with her hands pressed on opposite walls. Her legs shake as she keeps them spread for me and rises on her tiptoes.

I love putting my girl on display. Especially when she cries as she comes hard.

Gripping her chin, I offer a partial smile while my fingers piston inside her wet pussy. She’s so swollen and needy, the squelching noises alone have me nearly blowing my load in my pants. Fuck, she’s stunning like this—flushed cheeks, messy hair, running mascara—it’s a trifecta that always gets my dick hard.

“I can’t. Oh god, I can’t come again, Trey.”

She can and she will.

I double down on my efforts and hit her g-spot harder. One of her heels falls off as she holds herself up and leans into my hand like she needs more.

Perfection.

“Keep looking at me,” I demand as I lift her dress higher and squat down. Her scent smacks me in the face and my dick twitches. Finger-banging is fun, but sucking her clit is even better. Erin quakes, alternating between grunts and sobs when I drag my tongue across her cunt and give her swollen clit all the attention it deserves. I’ve made her come twice already, and this third one finally gives me the reward I seek.

Her eyes grow wide, her mouth opening in a silent scream when she detonates. Erin bursts into tears, gyrating against my face, but keeps her eyes on me just like I told her to. Such a good girl. I want that connection, that raw unraveling splendor. Her knees wobble and body sags as if she’s just run a marathon. Rising to my feet again, I wrap one arm around her waist to hold her up and once her pussy finally stops squeezing my fingers, I pull out and lick her flavor off my lips.

“You’re such a good little slut.” I shove my fingers in her mouth. “Suck.”

I want Erin to taste how good she is. I want her to know what it feels like to let loose, and what following orders like a good girl will get her.

Another sob wracks through her when I pull my digits from her mouth. “I… I don’t know why… I’m crying.” She sucks in ragged, labored breaths, and still grips the stall walls to hold herself upright. A few seconds tick by and she releases her position, and swipes her tears away, angrily.

Of course, she’s mad. Erin gave herself permission to let go and this is the result: Three hard orgasms and smeared makeup.

It takes all I have not to run my thumb across her lips and smear that red lipstick all over her cheeks and chin. It also takes tremendous effort to not wipe the smudged mascara from her watery eyes.

I will. Trust me.

But first I want her to see what she looks like after surrendering.

“You did so good for me.” Kissing her neck, I guide her towards the sink and press my chest against her back. I’m certain she can feel my hard cock dig into her ass. “Look how gorgeous you are.”

Erin’s face turns crimson, and eyes widen in shock as she gawks at her reflection. “Oh my god, Trey.” She lurches forward and turns on the faucet, hurrying to wash that sex-induced look off of her beautiful face. “My makeup is destroyed.”

In the best of ways.

I stand back and watch Erin grab a disposable hand towel to clean her face up with. Her hair has come undone too. Damn, she’s perfection in a little black dress and I’m dying to rip that thing off her, bend her over this sink and blow her fucking back out. “You look amazing.”

“I look like the conductor of the hot mess express.”

And I wouldn’t want her any other way.

Unable to keep my hands to myself, I brush the hair away from her shoulder to kiss it. Making sure to graze her with my teeth before licking her sweet skin, I start making my way towards her neck because I know it’s her favorite erogenous zone.

“Trey.”

“Hmm?” My lips trail down her shoulder blade as my hands ride up her ribcage. I palm her breasts through the fabric of her dress. Her tits are sensational.

Gripping the sink, her eyes flutter shut as I knead her tits in my big hands. “Trey, we’ve got to get it together.”

The hell we do. “You in a hurry to escape me?” Again. I leave that last bit off because it’s a sore topic for me still.

“Our dinner’s probably getting cold.”

“You ordered a salad.”

“But Glitch…”

The mention of Glitch brings me to a stop. He’s my best friend. He’s also Erin’s brother. And I’m breaking bro code by sneaking off with Erin like this.

Again.

Pulling back, I give her some breathing room while I count how many times I’ve gone behind my best friend’s back to get what I want.

We’re at this fancy restaurant because Glitch and his fiancé, Ara, want to celebrate their upcoming wedding with a nice, intimate dinner for just the bridal party and I abandoned them at the table to lure Erin in here for personal pleasure.

I was impressed I’d made it through putting in our dinner order before finding an excuse to get Erin in here. But now I feel like a jackass. Erin’s right. Now isn’t the time to push each other in fun ways.

This is the closest we’ve ever come to getting caught by her brother.

“Do you regret it?” I don’t know what I’ll do if she says yes. Erin could have told me to stop at any time and she hasn’t. Ever. This isn’t the first time we’ve snuck away to be together.

I just hope it won’t be the last.

Sneaking around is her idea, not mine. I’m just desperate enough to take Erin however she’ll let me. If the thrill of “almost getting caught” by someone is her thing, I’ll embrace it. There’s nothing I won’t do for this woman.

Her lips are sealed tight, and she won’t look at me. It makes my pulse race and stomach queasy. “Erin. Yes or no, do you regret what we’re doing?”

“I don’t want to do this with you right now.”

Great, she’s back to being captain of the ship. Erin’s just used her mom voice on me, for fuck’s sake. I watch as she finger-combs her long, dark hair before grabbing her purse from the vanity and pulls out lipstick. I bite the inside of my cheek as she applies a fresh coating of that deep red color I love on her so much. When she’s happy with the cover-up from this little tryst, she turns around and looks at me.

I can’t read the expression on her face. I’ve known this woman for nearly a decade but sometimes Erin seems like she’s from a completely different planet. Makes sense considering all she’s been through, but I’m sick of seeing her miserable every time I visit and the urge to do something about it has intensified lately.

Even as she flashes me a bright smile, all post-orgasm blissed out, Erin’s happiness isn’t convincing.

Good thing this night isn’t over.

“When we sit down, I want you to order an appetizer.”

She makes a what-the-fuck-face. “No.”

I close the space between us and grab her chin. My thumb’s poised to smear that lip color again. She sucks in a breath and holds it, locking her gaze with mine, daring me to do it. “You can’t go all night drinking wine with only lettuce in your belly.”

She arches her brow at me. “I’m a grown ass woman, Trey. Don’t treat me like a child.”

I just treated her like a whore, and she loved it. But when I try to take care of her outside of sex, she gets ten kinds of hostile with me, like her being three years older than me makes any difference in our power dynamic?

“For me,” I say gently. “Drink water, and order something more substantial for me. Please.”

She doesn’t owe me a fucking thing. In fact, I half expect her to slap me across the face and walk out of here while I’m left behind with a raging hard-on.

“Why are you doing this?” she whispers.

“Because I care about you.” There. I’ve said it.

Her brow pinches as if it’s a foreign concept she can’t grasp. “Trey. We can’t do this again.”

We can and we will.

She says this every time we hook up. And then when she sees me again, she drags me off to a dark corner and strips naked so I can have my way with her.

It started small. A kiss at first. Then it was a blowjob. Then it grew and grew until last Thanksgiving, I fucked her for hours then fed her half a pumpkin pie in bed afterwards. That night I grew an addiction. It’s taken me months to corner this woman for another hit of the good stuff and I’ll be damned if I waste a second of this opportunity. Her arousal is still in my nose and on my tongue. Even though she’s giving me the cold shoulder right now, I know if I reach under her little black dress, I’ll find her wet for me.

Erin’s mouth opens slightly, her eyes heavy-lidded when I run my hands up her inner thighs. I let my fingers trail a soft path across her delectable skin and damn if she doesn’t spread her legs to give me access to her pussy. Maybe she’s as addicted to my touch as I am to hers.

Not that she’ll ever admit it.

“Order something more to eat,” I say, shoving my thick finger inside her again. I pull out and lick my finger clean while she watches. “Do as I say, or you’ll be punished.”

“Punished how?”

She matches my energy every time I bring it and I love that about this woman. But if she thinks she’s the dominant one in our dynamic, she’s mistaken. “I’ll deny your orgasms.”

Hand to the man, I think she’s debating on risking it. But in the end, a small whimper slips from her pretty little mouth. “Okay.”

I flash a victory smile and back away, snagging my suit jacket from the hook on the back of the door. Erin holds her hand out, waiting expectantly for something else.

I arch my brow and stare at her. “What?”

“Give them back.”

Not a chance. “Oh, you mean these?” I pull her black silk panties out from my pants pocket. Dangling them from the finger I just fucked her with, I yank them away when she tries to grab them. “Nahhh, these belong to me now.”

“Trey!” She has the cuteness to stomp her foot. “Please?”

“Better hurry.” I dip down and kiss her neck. “Your brother’s waiting for us to return.”

Her attitude switches immediately.

“Yeah.” Erin slips past me. “Better not keep your best friend waiting.” She unlocks the door, swings it open, and stomps out of the restroom.

My stomach drops. “Fuck.” I went too far, haven’t I?

Slamming my fists on the vanity, I glare at my reflection and barely recognize myself. I’m a shit person. I shouldn’t be messing around with Erin. But how can I not? She’s incredible. Strong. Independent.

And she deserves someone who cares about her.

I’m that someone, damnit, whether I should be or not.

Closing my eyes, all I picture is her round green eyes staring at me while she comes over and over from my touch. I pull her panties back out of my pocket and bring them to my nose.

Fuuuuuck.

She’ll be my undoing.

Erin’s the kind of woman the devil himself would crawl out of Hell and be a better man for. She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs.

And fucked six ways to Sunday.

The thought makes me smile. When am I going to get a chance to see her again after this? We only hang when I’m in town visiting Glitch, and I’m not sure if that’s my doing or hers. Meeting like this, on the sly, in group settings, seems to be the only time she lets herself be with me.

I both hate and love it.

After stuffing Erin’s panties back in my pocket, I put my jacket on and straighten my tie. Time to go back out there and behave.

I quickly join the rest dinner party and take my seat next to Erin at the table. Except she isn’t there. “Where’s Erin?”

Glitch frowns. “She’s sick.”

What? No, she’s not. “Where’d she go?”

Ara glances at Glitch before turning to me. “Home.”

God. Damnit. Erin’s not sick, she’s faking it because she feels ashamed about what we just did. I’m not letting that happen. But I don’t know how to get out of this dinner so I can chase her down.

My heart’s racing a mile a minute as I try to figure a way out of this. The waitress brings us our dinner and sets Erin’s salad down at her empty seat before placing my plate in front of me. I’m torn between bolting and playing it cool. The last thing I want to do is eat the filet mignon I ordered.

“Poor Erin.” Ara leans back in her chair and wipes her mouth with a napkin. “I hope it’s nothing too serious.”

I hate that they’re worried for her when I know the truth.

I hate that I’m going to sit here and celebrate without Erin when she should be here enjoying this dinner with us. It’s an important night.

I need a drink.

No, I need to get the fuck out of here and go get my girl.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Glitch smiles at the waitress. “Not for me. Ara?”

“I’m good.”

I’m not. “Can I get a Jack and coke, please?”

Once it arrives, I lift my glass and toast my best friend and his beautiful bride-to-be. “To love,” I say. “May it never slip between your fingers.” Or out the restroom door. “Cheers, you two. It’s about fucking time.”

I no sooner clank my glass with my two friends when I feel a clock start ticking in my heart.

Erin’s not a fling. She’s a forever. If I don’t play my cards right, I’ll not only lose the woman I’ve fallen in love with but also my best friend.

I can’t let either of those things happen.

“Excuse me, guys.” I’m on my feet before I even realize it. “I gotta go.”