it sends another surge of fire through me. My breath is coming in quick, little gasps now as he draws his tongue from my thigh to my wet cleft.
He drops his hand from my clit, and I gasp as his wet, hot tongue replaces it, trailing heat from him to me.
I’m hot and shivering at the same time, and I want him in me so bad, but I can’t even speak. I can barely breathe as his tongue moves faster, working my clit. He plunges his fingers into me, curving them to hit my spot, moving them in and out, in time with the movements of his tongue.
I arch my back, forcing his fingers even deeper within me, and then I’m begging for more, riding the wave, higher and higher. I’m nearly to the top when he rams me hard with his fingers, and I let out a loud moan as I cum.
He leaves his hand there as I grip his fingers tightly, throbbing around him, as the wave brings me back to shore.
I gasp as his fingers leave me. He stands up, and I focus on the hard outline of him beneath his pants. I want more. I want him inside me. I want to see that V.I.P.
I reach toward him, and he leans in to kiss me again. I can taste myself on his lips, and that just fans the flames within me to new levels. I’m hungry now, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, gathering his hair in my hands.
He wraps a hand around my breast and moans into my mouth.
“Peyton.”
I stiffen beneath him, and my whole body goes cold. I sit up, shoving him off me, and roll out from beneath him to stumble to my feet. I can’t seem to walk straight. I’m definitely drunk right now.
He looks at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, and his brow furrows, like he doesn’t realize what he just said.
He’s drunk, too. Even more than I am.
Did he think I was Peyton in the hall? Oh my god. We’re wearing the same dress…
“Where are you going?”
I pull my gown on, and I half-heartedly try to pull up the zipper. I grab my purse off the floor, and I’m running as fast as a drunk girl can in heels. Out the door, down the hall.
Kaidan doesn’t come after me. And if he does, I reach the party room before he does. I fly past a group of drunken A-Listers, not caring what I look like, not caring what they say. The shock of what just happened doesn’t even register until I’m halfway down the staircase.
Kaidan thought I was Peyton.
I almost had sex with him.
And he thought I was Peyton.
I sink down on the step, nauseous enough to puke, and let out a half-smothered guttural scream. I pull my phone from my purse with shaking hands. I have several texts from Char, asking where I am. I call her, because my hands are shaking too hard to text.
Char picks up. “Where are you? Where have you been?”
“Foyer.”
“I’m out on the Veranda. With Bia.”
“I need your driver to take me home now . Can you call him up for me?”
“What happened?”
“I do not want to talk about it. Please don’t make me talk about it right now. Can you just call him?”
“Yeah, I’ll call him and tell him to take you home.” Char pauses like she wants to ask more, but for once she doesn’t, and I love her for it. “The car will be there in a few minutes… The driver’s right down the road.”
I hang up the phone and manage to get down the stairs without tripping or losing it. I make it outside to the stone fountain to wait for Char’s driver before the tears come.
I wipe at my face, smearing mascara all over my hand, tears blurring the mansion before me, the few lights still on out in front.
Char’s driver pulls up, and as I get in the car, my phone beeps.
I have a text.
It’s Kaidan. Where are you?
I start to sob harder, and Char’s driver politely pretends not to notice.
I jab at my phone, deleting the message from Kaidan. And that’s when I make my decision.
I never want to see Kaidan Stone.
Ever again.
***
Kaidan may not let Hayley get away so easily… Read more in Tangled Trust (The Lust List: Kaidan Stone) , available for pre-order now.
He drops his hand from my clit, and I gasp as his wet, hot tongue replaces it, trailing heat from him to me.
I’m hot and shivering at the same time, and I want him in me so bad, but I can’t even speak. I can barely breathe as his tongue moves faster, working my clit. He plunges his fingers into me, curving them to hit my spot, moving them in and out, in time with the movements of his tongue.
I arch my back, forcing his fingers even deeper within me, and then I’m begging for more, riding the wave, higher and higher. I’m nearly to the top when he rams me hard with his fingers, and I let out a loud moan as I cum.
He leaves his hand there as I grip his fingers tightly, throbbing around him, as the wave brings me back to shore.
I gasp as his fingers leave me. He stands up, and I focus on the hard outline of him beneath his pants. I want more. I want him inside me. I want to see that V.I.P.
I reach toward him, and he leans in to kiss me again. I can taste myself on his lips, and that just fans the flames within me to new levels. I’m hungry now, running my tongue along the seam of his lips, gathering his hair in my hands.
He wraps a hand around my breast and moans into my mouth.
“Peyton.”
I stiffen beneath him, and my whole body goes cold. I sit up, shoving him off me, and roll out from beneath him to stumble to my feet. I can’t seem to walk straight. I’m definitely drunk right now.
He looks at me, his eyes heavy-lidded, and his brow furrows, like he doesn’t realize what he just said.
He’s drunk, too. Even more than I am.
Did he think I was Peyton in the hall? Oh my god. We’re wearing the same dress…
“Where are you going?”
I pull my gown on, and I half-heartedly try to pull up the zipper. I grab my purse off the floor, and I’m running as fast as a drunk girl can in heels. Out the door, down the hall.
Kaidan doesn’t come after me. And if he does, I reach the party room before he does. I fly past a group of drunken A-Listers, not caring what I look like, not caring what they say. The shock of what just happened doesn’t even register until I’m halfway down the staircase.
Kaidan thought I was Peyton.
I almost had sex with him.
And he thought I was Peyton.
I sink down on the step, nauseous enough to puke, and let out a half-smothered guttural scream. I pull my phone from my purse with shaking hands. I have several texts from Char, asking where I am. I call her, because my hands are shaking too hard to text.
Char picks up. “Where are you? Where have you been?”
“Foyer.”
“I’m out on the Veranda. With Bia.”
“I need your driver to take me home now . Can you call him up for me?”
“What happened?”
“I do not want to talk about it. Please don’t make me talk about it right now. Can you just call him?”
“Yeah, I’ll call him and tell him to take you home.” Char pauses like she wants to ask more, but for once she doesn’t, and I love her for it. “The car will be there in a few minutes… The driver’s right down the road.”
I hang up the phone and manage to get down the stairs without tripping or losing it. I make it outside to the stone fountain to wait for Char’s driver before the tears come.
I wipe at my face, smearing mascara all over my hand, tears blurring the mansion before me, the few lights still on out in front.
Char’s driver pulls up, and as I get in the car, my phone beeps.
I have a text.
It’s Kaidan. Where are you?
I start to sob harder, and Char’s driver politely pretends not to notice.
I jab at my phone, deleting the message from Kaidan. And that’s when I make my decision.
I never want to see Kaidan Stone.
Ever again.
***
Kaidan may not let Hayley get away so easily… Read more in Tangled Trust (The Lust List: Kaidan Stone) , available for pre-order now.
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