Eros stood by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand, talking to Zane. Soft classical music was playing over everyone’s chatter. Eros inhaled deeply and gazed over to the door. I walked into the room with Maria, trying my hardest to think of an excuse that he would believe.
“Dani,” he said, hurrying over and grabbing my hand. Maria awkwardly walked over to Zane and sat next to him on the couch. She hadn’t mentioned him since she told me he wanted an open relationship.
Kasey placed a hand on my back, ushering me in. “Where have you been? You’ve been ignoring us. And…” She scrunched up her nose. “Why do you look like someone straight out of Satan’s kingdom?”
Damn Trevon. Making me look like Hell in front of Eros.
“I’ve been busy,” I said.
“Busy with what?” Eros asked.
Think, Dani. Think. I avoided eye contact with him and said the first thing that came to mind. “Trevon stuff.”
His grip on my hand tightened. “What do you mean ‘Trevon stuff’?”
“Um…” I peeled my hand out of his and rubbed my neck. Damn, it felt as hot as our apartment here. Kasey narrowed her eyes at me while Eros waited—quiet impatiently—for my answer.
If Eros found out that Trevon was staying with us on his own, he’d think that something was going on between us. Hell, he probably already thought that.
“Kase, can Eros and I talk in your spare room?”
She raised a brow. “I expect to hear this at some point.”
I nodded and walked with him to the other room. The moon was gleaming through the windows and hitting the side of Eros’s face. He was staring at me, so intensely with his piercing green eyes, that I couldn’t think straight. I fiddled with my fingers. “Trevon is—uh staying with Maria and me.”
“Why? You two broke up.” He shook his head and moved his ring around his index finger with his thumb. “I thought we were… a thing.”
A thing. We never officially labeled our relationship, and I wasn’t sure what being “a thing” meant to him. Friends with benefits? Boyfriend-girlfriend?
I grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly. I couldn’t tell him the truth, but I didn’t want to lie to him either. “He’s not well,” I said.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I—I can’t tell you.”
“Why not?”
“I want to, I just can’t.” I swallowed hard. Trevon trusted us with his secret, and I knew that he didn’t deserve it, but I wasn’t going to blab to everyone about it. This wasn’t his fault. “You have secrets too that you don’t feel comfortable telling me.”
“I don’t have secrets that involve ex-lovers.”
My fingers grazed against his ring, and I looked him in his eyes. “I promise that nothing has happened between us.”
He forced a smile—which looked more like a grimace—and I felt like shit. Trevon just had to ruin this thing I had with Eros with his demon problem.
“Okay,” he finally said. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the living room, then he grabbed my waist and sat me next to him on Kasey’s couch. While everyone drank and talked and laughed around us, we sat in dead silence.
His arm was around me, but all I could think about was Trevon. I hope to God that the lady could help. I didn’t want to come home to a bloody mess that I’d have to clean up. And—if I had to dispose of a body—I didn’t know how I’d do that.
Eros leaned closer to me. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“What’re you talking about?” I asked.
He grazed his hand against my knee, then up the inside of my thigh. And, with his other hand, he brushed a hand over my bra through my shirt. “Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”
My cheeks flushed. “Nothing,” I said, pressing my knees together. I took off my grey cardigan, trying to cool myself off. Here I was thinking of a hundred different ways to hide a murder and Eros wanted to tease me.
“Tell me,” he said.
“I have too many other things to worry about. I don’t need the stress of being caught fooling around with you,” I said. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want it. Three days and two nights of non-stop Trevon had done more than stress me out.
His fingers brushed against my inner thigh. “I think you like the idea of something.” He leaned in closer, his breath fanning my neck.
I gulped, eyes fluttering closed. “No.” Yes.
“Trying to hold back your moans as I make you cum over and over again.” His fingers trailed up and down my thigh.
Oh, God.
“Tell me, Dani, do you fantasize about being fucked in public?” he asked. My only response was a shaky breath that I couldn’t hide if I tried. He brushed his fingers against the front of my pants, touching my wetness. “You do, don’t you?”
Damn. I needed to get out of here.
“I’m going to get something to drink.” I hopped up and hurried to the kitchen. A bottle of red wine was sitting on the counter.
Lord, this was my best excuse to drink. Trevon was a demon. Eros was trying to get into my pants. And I was terrified that there was a dead woman lying on my living room floor.
After one long gulp, I rested my elbows on the counter and closed my eyes. Calm yourself, Dani. Don’t think about all the things he could do to you, all the things you need him to do to you—just so you could relax for a fraction of a second. Now is not the time nor place.
When I finally thought that I could control my desires, I reached into my back pocket for my phone, so I could check on Trevon, but it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” Eros asked from behind me, voice chillingly quiet. He placed the phone on the counter in front of me. “You told me you weren’t seeing Trevon.” He stepped closer, so he was pressing against my backside—trapping me.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
“I’m not,” I said.
He wrapped an arm around the front of my waist and slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. Oh, God. Not here. Not now.
“Why the fuck does he want to take you out for dinner then?”
Cinnamon.
“What—what are you talking about?” I asked. He began to rub fast, rough circles around my clit.
I grabbed onto the side of the counter to steady myself and gazed down at my phone. Trevon’s last message read: Thanks for the other night. Everything is taken care of. Can I take you out to dinner to repay you for everything you’ve done for me?
“What is he talking about, Dani?”
“I don’t know why”—he plunged his fingers inside of me—“he wants to bring me out.”
Eros gently grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it back. “Don’t lie to me. You’re terrible at it.”
He thrusted them harder into me, and I gripped the counter for dear life. “I—I’m not.”
“Tell me or I’ll make you cum so fucking hard that you won’t be able to stop yourself from moaning in front of everyone here.”
Pressure built in my core, and I clenched around him.
“I—I told you… I just helped him because he was sick.” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. It felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.
He tugged harder on my hair.
“I promise, Eros. Please, stop. You’re… you’re going to make me cum.” My legs trembled underneath me. He continued thrusting his fingers into me. “Please, you have to believe me. I’m not lying.”
After another moment of absolute torture, he smirked against my neck. “I know.”
He knew? He knew, but he didn’t stop.
With each thrust, my core continued to tighten. So good, yet so damn wrong.