For the first time in a sweet-butt initiation, Pie wasn’t interested, not even just a little bit. No matter how many chicks Lindsey picked out for him, none of them held his interest. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her close.
“Will you stop for tonight?” he asked, kissing her neck.
She sighed. “But how am I supposed to make you find your happiness?”
He smiled against her shoulder. “I can think of quite a few ways you can help me with that.”
“Wow, are you flirting with me?”
“Baby, I always flirt with you.”
She laughed along with him. “I think I like it. I should see all your moves. Make sure you’re using the right ones.”
“Believe me, I’m using the ones that count.”
“Well, let’s see, shall we.” She looked over the dance floor, and he didn’t like where this was going.
When she made to pull away he reached out, grabbing her arm. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going to see if we can put your charms to the test.” She winked at him. “Watch and learn.”
He wasn’t interested in picking up women or having someone near him right now that was anyone but Lindsey. Shit, he didn’t want any of this. He’d been playing along for some time now, but the truth was, he was greedy. Really fucking greedy as he wanted her all to himself. She wasn’t ready for that though.
They were close, and he’d even go so far as to say they were the best of friends, but he wanted more, so much more.
Her smile.
Her laugh.
That sexy gasp she made when she came.
He’d heard her come in the shower. How breathless she’d sounded and sexy.
He wanted her now.
He wanted her for forever, and nothing was ever going to change that. Not now, not ever.
She walked up to a brunette who wore a short skirt and a top that left nothing to the imagination. It wasn’t the first time a Trojan party had picked up a hanger-on, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
The woman in question placed her hand on Lindsey’s waist.
He didn’t know what they were saying, but they kept glancing over at him. Sipping at his beer, he saw the woman lean in, and then Lindsey was kissing her.
Pie stared at the woman’s hand resting on Lindsey curves, the way she gripped his woman, her fingers holding her. Gazing up, he saw them both so close, and he held his beer bottle tightly.
Some men would be aroused by this, but even though it was hot, it wasn’t what he wanted. Still, Lindsey broke away from the kiss and turned toward him with an arched eyebrow.
He didn’t do anything. Didn’t shake his head. He just stood there, watching, waiting.
The two women talked, and then they started walking toward him. His gaze was only on Lindsey though, the sway of her hips. The way she looked so incredibly fuckable.
“This here is Clarissa,” Lindsey said.
“Nice to meet you.”
“She’d like to come and party with the two of us. What do you think?”
He glanced over at Clarissa, not the least bit interested in what that woman had to do or say. His only focus was on Lindsey.
She’s not ready.
“Sure.”
Within minutes they were in his room of the clubhouse. Closing and locking the door, he stared at the two women. Taking a sip of his beer, he took the only available chair.
“What are you doing, Pie?” Lindsey asked.
“You’re called Pie?”
“Yes.”
“I love to eat pie all day long,” Clarissa said.
Lindsey chuckled. “I’m sure he’d love you to eat him right up.”
“How about you two do a bit more of what was going on out there?” he said.
“You want to see us have some fun?” Lindsey asked.
If she thought she was going to leave him here with this woman, she had another think coming. Clarissa didn’t appeal to him, but watching the two of them might keep his interest.
“Yes.” He sipped at his beer, leaning back and watching.
Lindsey was the first, kissing Clarissa on the lips, then trailing down to her tit, sucking on the hard nipple.
Clarissa moaned, leaning back, thrusting her chest up.
He waited, watching as Lindsey worked, moving to her other tit, sucking, biting, nipping. When she made to kneel down he told her no.
“Clarissa, do the same to her.”
Lindsey frowned as she looked toward him but didn’t argue as Clarissa opened up her shirt, revealing her bra-covered tits. The red lace made him smile as he’d been with her to pick out the bras.
As Clarissa’s lips sucked on her nipples, he couldn’t look away as her jeans were pushed down and she stood in a pair of matching panties.
Since he’d seen her purchase the underwear, he’d been wanting to see her in it but couldn’t think of a single reason to get her to model them for him.
Now, though, he was fucking aroused, and what was more, he didn’t want Clarissa to stop, and yet at the same time, he did.