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her naked shoulder.
When her head comes around, and our eyes lock, my heart stutters. I see her breath falter, and suppress the need to pound on my chest like a caveman for the small victory. She’s still affected by me.
She’s the first to break our gaze, but my eyes follow her as she walks through the small crowd to get to her father. He picks her up and spins her around, which surprises most of the guests. It’s a display of affection you won’t normally see from anyone in the Forbes family.
I hear him mutter, “I’ve missed you” and can’t help but to share his sentiment.
He places Lacy back on her feet, and she introduces her friend to her father. The moment between Lacy and her father is soon ruined when her mother stops in front of them. Considering she hasn’t seen Lacy in two years, you’d think she’d at least hug her or something. But instead she gives a stiff nod of her head, and smiles weakly.
Lacy keeps her composure, and all I want to do is go up to her, grab her roughly and kiss her in front of all these people. Show them that while she may have little to no support from her family, she has me. I could easily claim that she’s mine, but that’s a lie. Because I’m hers.
***
An hour later, Lacy has greeted all of the guests in attendance, excluding me. I can’t tell if she’s avoiding me, or if we just keep missing each other. Given that I’ve had my eye trained on her every move since she arrived, I’m guessing it’s the former. I finish the scotch in my tumbler, and make a decision on behalf of Lacy – no more avoiding. Then I push my way through the people until the sound of Lacy’s laughter fills my ears.
Her smile fades when she sees me, and she nudges Cassandra in the side, alerting her to my arrival.
“Jason,” she sighs, her eyes widening. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Your father invited me,” I reply. I look at Cassandra, knowing that I’m going to have to win her over before I can get Lacy back. I wasn’t lying when I told her I liked her. She was there for Lacy when no one else was, and I feel it’s necessary to show her my gratitude.
“Cassandra.” I nod my head once in greeting, and almost laugh when she grimaces me. “You look lovely.”
She huffs, replying, “Thank you.”
“You too Lace,” I add, softening my voice. “You look beautiful.”
That’s an understatement. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe how she looks.
I wait for her to reply, but she just continues to stare at me. Her eyes pierce my skin, and the way her lips purse sends my imagination into overdrive. Thoughts of her lips around my cock flood my brain, making all my blood rush south. I clear my throat, and then say, “Cassandra, care for a dance?”
Cassandra’s eyebrows rise, and the look of surprise on her face matches Lacy’s. She looks to Lacy, who nods her permission, and then I’m leading her onto the makeshift dance floor in the center of the room. The band starts to play a slow song, and I start moving us to the beat.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” Cassandra says. Her accent intrigues me.
I chuckle, and look around at the guests dancing beside us in an attempt to avoid looking at her directly.
“And what exactly would that be?”
With an eye roll, she replies, “You want back in my best friends’ panties, and you think that by kissing up to me you’ll somehow get it right.”
I swallow hard. I don’t want to deny it, because it’s true, but I also don’t want Cassandra thinking that’s all I want from Lacy.
“How much do you know about my relationship with Lacy?” I ask, genuinely interested in her answer.
She worries her lip between her teeth, no doubt contemplating how much to tell me, the enemy.
“Everything.”
My stomach drops, and I wonder what she must think of me, if Lacy told her everything. It shouldn’t matter what she thinks, and yet I find that it does, more than it should.
“She
When her head comes around, and our eyes lock, my heart stutters. I see her breath falter, and suppress the need to pound on my chest like a caveman for the small victory. She’s still affected by me.
She’s the first to break our gaze, but my eyes follow her as she walks through the small crowd to get to her father. He picks her up and spins her around, which surprises most of the guests. It’s a display of affection you won’t normally see from anyone in the Forbes family.
I hear him mutter, “I’ve missed you” and can’t help but to share his sentiment.
He places Lacy back on her feet, and she introduces her friend to her father. The moment between Lacy and her father is soon ruined when her mother stops in front of them. Considering she hasn’t seen Lacy in two years, you’d think she’d at least hug her or something. But instead she gives a stiff nod of her head, and smiles weakly.
Lacy keeps her composure, and all I want to do is go up to her, grab her roughly and kiss her in front of all these people. Show them that while she may have little to no support from her family, she has me. I could easily claim that she’s mine, but that’s a lie. Because I’m hers.
***
An hour later, Lacy has greeted all of the guests in attendance, excluding me. I can’t tell if she’s avoiding me, or if we just keep missing each other. Given that I’ve had my eye trained on her every move since she arrived, I’m guessing it’s the former. I finish the scotch in my tumbler, and make a decision on behalf of Lacy – no more avoiding. Then I push my way through the people until the sound of Lacy’s laughter fills my ears.
Her smile fades when she sees me, and she nudges Cassandra in the side, alerting her to my arrival.
“Jason,” she sighs, her eyes widening. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Your father invited me,” I reply. I look at Cassandra, knowing that I’m going to have to win her over before I can get Lacy back. I wasn’t lying when I told her I liked her. She was there for Lacy when no one else was, and I feel it’s necessary to show her my gratitude.
“Cassandra.” I nod my head once in greeting, and almost laugh when she grimaces me. “You look lovely.”
She huffs, replying, “Thank you.”
“You too Lace,” I add, softening my voice. “You look beautiful.”
That’s an understatement. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe how she looks.
I wait for her to reply, but she just continues to stare at me. Her eyes pierce my skin, and the way her lips purse sends my imagination into overdrive. Thoughts of her lips around my cock flood my brain, making all my blood rush south. I clear my throat, and then say, “Cassandra, care for a dance?”
Cassandra’s eyebrows rise, and the look of surprise on her face matches Lacy’s. She looks to Lacy, who nods her permission, and then I’m leading her onto the makeshift dance floor in the center of the room. The band starts to play a slow song, and I start moving us to the beat.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to,” Cassandra says. Her accent intrigues me.
I chuckle, and look around at the guests dancing beside us in an attempt to avoid looking at her directly.
“And what exactly would that be?”
With an eye roll, she replies, “You want back in my best friends’ panties, and you think that by kissing up to me you’ll somehow get it right.”
I swallow hard. I don’t want to deny it, because it’s true, but I also don’t want Cassandra thinking that’s all I want from Lacy.
“How much do you know about my relationship with Lacy?” I ask, genuinely interested in her answer.
She worries her lip between her teeth, no doubt contemplating how much to tell me, the enemy.
“Everything.”
My stomach drops, and I wonder what she must think of me, if Lacy told her everything. It shouldn’t matter what she thinks, and yet I find that it does, more than it should.
“She
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