Iris

  “Take your top off,” I told her, shoving two fingers solidly into her cunt.

  She whimpered, pulled her breasts free from that sin of a top, and started whimpering my name again.

  It was good enough for me.

  I jerked my fingers in and out of her fast, relentless with it, finger fucking her until she was trembling over me, her long legs shaking.

  I took pity on her then.

  Her and myself.

  I pulled my fingers loose, setting her propped foot down on the ground. I turned her, then brought her slowly onto my lap.

  Or, more specifically, onto my cock. I arranged her, legs spread wide over my knees, head against my shoulder.

  I impaled her inch by agonizing inch, until I was balls deep.

  She was limp and close to reaching her pleasure. I brought her the rest of the way by slamming her down on my cock a half dozen times.

  A half dozen more had me exploding inside of her with a rough cry.

  I didn’t move much for a long time after. Couldn’t move much. I lay limp, with her boneless on top of me.

  My hands were the only thing I had the energy left to use and those just to lazily touch.

  I stroked a bared breast with one hand, plucking at a sensitive nipple.

  The other was between our bodies, exploring the spot where our slick sexes met, her pussy still sheathing my cock.

  I wrapped my fingers around the base of my shaft and gave a few restless jerks that agitated us both.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. “It’s too much.”

  “No, you’re wrong,” I murmured into her hair, twisting my hand repeatedly to rub her entrance, and my base roughly. “It’s never enough. Never. Tell me, how long can you stay with me this time?”

  She was starting to move, to shift against me. “A few days.”

  It would have to be enough, and it was certainly better than the last time, when she’d barely given me a night.

  “You enjoy messing with me, don’t you?” I asked, still twisting and jerking my hand, working us both up into another frenzy.

  “I enjoy doing anything at all with you, Dair, but I’m not playing you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

  The fact that she could still lie even with me buried inside of her sated cunt had me riled in an all new way, and abruptly, I pulled her off me, arranging her on her knees between my spread legs.

  She didn’t have to ask what I wanted.

  I watched through half-lidded eyes as she bent over, tonguing me, watched my tip as it pushed past her lips, felt as it slid along the roof of her mouth, hit the back of her throat, and went deeper, squeezed tighter by the inch.

  I gripped a handful of her silky hair, and her plush tit and enjoyed the view as she deep throated me.

  Perversely, getting my cock sucked made it impossible to hold onto any sort of animosity or even so much as remember the cause.

  I was done being riled and back to being smitten with a few enthusiastic bobs of her head.

  I figured there was probably a name for this, something Turner would know, when she sucked me off while I was still covered in our last bout of sex.

  I didn’t know the name, but I did know that it felt incredible, and that the memory would definitely be stored in my mind for future jerk-off sessions.

  I warned her when I was getting close, but sweet girl that she was, that just had her latching on tighter, and sucking even harder when I shot down her throat.

  CHAPTER NINE

  We used one of Turner’s showers to clean up, and got back into our suits, since Iris unfortunately wanted to stay at the party.

  I’d have preferred to go home and pass out, but I was also in the mood to indulge her.

  She was tying herself back into her bikini while I pulled on my swim trunks when she said something that gave me pause.

  “Tammy saw us. She didn’t look too happy.”

  I straightened, blinking at her. “Tammy saw us? What do you mean?”

  She was pulling the strings of her top into the complicated pattern that kept her at something approaching decent. It was fascinating to watch each of her pale pink nipples disappear under a little triangle of fabric, so fascinating I had a hard time focusing on my own question.

  Her answer, however, brought me back. “She came into the room while we were having sex and saw us.”

  I ran my tongue over my teeth, studying Iris.

  She didn’t appear the least bit concerned that someone had apparently watched us fucking.

  She saw the look I was giving her and grinned. “What did you expect? We had sex in a room without a door, at a party. We’re lucky we didn’t draw a crowd.”

  “What exactly did she see? And when did you notice this?”

  “When I was on your lap, riding you. She was hovering in the doorway. I can’t be sure, but I think she may have watched the whole thing. She was upset, I could tell.”

  Was it all women, or just the ones I knew, that I couldn’t understand to save my own life?

  “Why didn’t you say something?” I asked slowly, stressing the words.

  “I didn’t want you to stop. I was so close to coming. And who cares? Let her watch. Let her see that you’ve moved on.”

  I hated the invasion of privacy, but I would have been a hypocrite if I’d taken issue, considering all the details of our sex life I’d shared with Turner.

  Still, talking about and seeing were two very different things. If Turner had watched us having sex, I’d have punched him in the nuts, and worse.

  “I’d have preferred she not see us like that,” I explained, using my most reasonable tone.

  “Well, that wasn’t exactly an option. She’d already seen us. You were inside of me, buried to the hilt, when I noticed her. And correct me if I’m wrong, but if you’d confronted her, she wouldn’t have just left calmly and let us finish. It would have been a screaming match. Given the choice between an amazing orgasm, or a frustrating argument, which would you choose?”

  I couldn’t dispute any of it, and none of this was on her, anyway. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you. It’s her. It’s infuriating that she’s still finding ways to mess with me. I look forward to the day when she doesn’t get to me.”

  “Your divorce got really ugly,” she observed.

  “Yes. I’ve clocked in a lot of hours, expended a lot of energy despising that woman. How did I spend so much time on a woman like that? She’s so hateful. And also, so easy to hate.”

  “When you invest in negative, it’s like owning stock. You made the mistake of doing that, by playing her little games, falling into her little traps, but it’s not the end of the world. You need to just sell it back, and move on with your life.”

  Another statement I couldn’t dispute. “I’m getting better at it,” I reassured her.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Moving on with my life. It took me a while, but I’ve done it.”

  “Good. But don’t move too fast. I’d hate to see you move on from me.”

  “Well, quit leaving all the time, and you won’t have to worry.”

  She was fully dressed, wet hair scraped back from that flawless face of hers. “I’ll always come back. Just remember that.”

  I wanted so badly to believe her that for the moment I did.

  Things had changed a bit when we finally made our way back to the party.

  Turner now shared his cabana with the three girls that had been dancing with Iris earlier. One was dancing on his lap, one plastered to his side, the other dancing in front, putting on an impressive display.

  Even three of them weren’t enough of a distraction to keep him from spotting me nearly the second we stepped outside. He started waving me over.

  With a sigh, I went.

  Iris stopped me with a touch.

  I turned, looking down at her.

  She reached her arms around my neck, standing on her tiptoes while she pulled me down to kiss her.

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p; It was a long, hot kiss. She didn’t hold back, letting me have it, sucking on my tongue.

  When she pulled back a few of my IQ points had transferred below my waist, and I wasn’t thinking too clearly.

  She gave me some good, steady eye contact. “I’m going to swim and probably dance. I’ll come join you in a bit, okay?”

  I nodded, then watched her walk away.

  By the time I reached Turner, the girls had left the cabana. They’d gone to dance with Iris, and I wasn’t sure if it was their idea, or if he’d kicked them out.

  “Well, I don’t have to ask what you’ve been up to,” he said wryly as I took a seat a few feet to his right.

  “Good. Don’t.”

  Because he was smarter than he looked, he dropped the subject right there.

  “Your ex is here,” he said casually.

  I scowled. “So I’ve heard.”

  “She was flying around out here on her broomstick earlier, but it’s strange, she keeps disappearing into the house. Should I be worried about the silver? Or worse, my collection of Macs?”

  “Hell if I know. I gave her millions, and she still hits me up for money every time I see her. And I guess she just spied on Iris and me going at it in your rec room.”

  He shot me a look, and I grimaced. I shouldn’t have said that, but it was too infuriating not to share.

  “So she saw you . . . ?” he prompted.

  I waved that off. “I’m not giving details, you pervert, not anymore, not now that you can put a face on the whole thing.”

  “But what a face,” he mused, and I knew he was watching Iris. She was laughing as dancing with the other girls.

  “Stop it,” I warned.

  “I wasn’t doing anything. I wasn’t picturing even one elicit thing. Holy shit, look at her rolling those hips. She’s a fucking pro.”

  The girls started getting loud, hooting and clapping, and I glanced over to see Iris doing one of her mind-boggling moves, knees bent, ass swinging at sharp angles with the music’s heavy bass.

  “What’s that called?” I asked Turner, trying not to drool.

  “That’s booty popping. Every white sorority girl in the world tries that move, usually badly, but fuck me, she knows how to do it right.”

  I punched him in the arm.

  “I swear to God, I’m getting some poles installed back here. I’d bet money she knows how to work a pole.”

  I socked him again, the perverted bastard.

  “Quit looking at her,” I told him, right as Iris caught my eye and winked.

  “Holy shit, man. She’s going to chew you up and spit you out, isn’t she?”

  “It’s likely,” I agreed wryly.

  Even after coming twice in quick succession, I was getting worked up just watching her dance.

  “See that chick that keeps touching your girl’s hips?” Turner asked at one point.

  I had noticed that, and kept telling myself that it was an insane mouth-breathing move to get jealous of another woman touching her while dancing. “Yeah,” I said shortly, not about to admit to my insane possessive streak. He wouldn’t understand, anyway.

  “I’m going to fuck that one. We’ll practically be Eskimo brothers with the way my girl is freaking yours.”

  “I don’t know what the fuck that means, and I don’t want to.”

  “Yeah, no, don’t look it up. You won’t like it. It was probably way out of line. You know I have no filter.” Of course he was laughing as he said it, and he was dead-on about the lack of filter. We’d discussed it many times. It was just one of his quirks.

  He was working on it, but I still gave him a dirty look.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Ahh shit, here comes trouble,” Turner said, looking way too happy about it.

  I glanced back at the spot beside the pool that had turned into a girl on girl grinding spot. Nothing unusual there, but a new addition, two hot women, were approaching our cabana.

  Turner rose and embraced first the dark haired one, then the brown-haired one.

  The women were opposites, appearance wise, but both were beautiful, and I could tell right away they were a couple.

  The black-haired, tattooed one couldn’t keep her hands off the other one, and they were both wearing next to nothing, some of the tiniest bikinis I’d ever seen, so it was a lot of skin on skin contact that was hard to mistake for anything but what it was. Yep, they were a couple.

  Turner hugged the one with light brown, thick wavy hair, and she said something to him in a heavy accent.

  “Frankie, Estella, this is my good friend, Dair,” Turner introduced.

  I shook their hands, trying not to stare at Frankie’s (the black-haired one) very bared body, but it was difficult, since so much of her skin was covered in some rather interesting tattoos.

  Iris was suddenly beside us, looking so excited she might start jumping up and down any second. I was okay with that, in fact there wasn’t much I loved more than watching her bounce.

  “Oh my god! Frankie and Estella Abelli! I’m such a huge fan!” she got out, looking and sounding as young as I’d ever seen her. It was absolutely adorable, but I was a little lost.

  Turner caught my puzzled look. He rolled his eyes. “I take it you’ve never heard of Frankie’s reality show,” he guessed.

  I nodded. “You would be right.”

  I should have known.

  Iris loved her reality TV.

  Frankie and Estella were quickly recruited to join the dancing mass of girls.

  “I’m surprised no guys are trying to get in on that action,” I remarked, trying not to grimace every time any of the girls’ hand made any contact with a part of Iris’ body, though I could tell they were all just having fun.

  I was way too old-fashioned for my own good.

  “I didn’t invite that many guys, and the ones I did know not to mess up my view.”

  I rolled my eyes. I should have known. He was such a lech.

  We had another round of Mai Tais and just kept watching the show.

  “I was only going to stay two hours,” I told Turner, five hours into the party.

  He laughed. “Good job with that. Well, you can’t leave now. Look how much fun your girl’s having.”

  I looked. I’d been looking, didn’t know how to stop.

  She was tireless, the whole lot of them were, dancing to every song, calling out the DJ when one didn’t have a strong enough beat.

  “Uh oh,” Turner said, and I looked from Iris to follow his gaze, which was trained on the large double doors that led into his playground of a backyard.

  Tammy stood there, holding a cocktail in one hand, and scoping the crowd. She was wearing an itty-bitty red bikini, and I swore she got thinner every time I saw her. Every bone seemed to protrude from her pale skin, starkly defined.

  Maybe she’d taken up crack. She certainly had the jacked up personality for it.

  Not all of her was skinny anymore, though. Big, fake-looking implants now dominated her chest. She looked in danger of tipping over at any moment, and had her chest thrust forward to show it off, as though anyone could miss the new additions.

  She’d upgraded since I saw her last.

  “Where has she been all this time?” I wondered aloud. “Just hanging out inside?”

  “I’m telling you, she’s in there looking for things to lift,” said Turner. “If I find out something’s missing after this, I’ll know where to look. I’m having Candy take inventory after tomorrow.”

  Tammy’s focus fixed, unsurprisingly, in the direction of Iris and, hand settling on her hip, she started striding in that direction, her gait a bit awkward on five-inch stilettos, which were another thing she’d never have been caught dead wearing when she was married to me.

  “Fuck,” I said softly, succinctly, standing up.

  I was not sure what to do or how worried to be. Tammy was completely unpredictable to me, at this point.

  And if she laid one single finger on Iris, I wasn
’t sure I wouldn’t lose my shit.

  Turner stood as well, letting out his own long-winded litany of curses. “I hate it when women fight each other. There’s no good way to handle it.”

  I started to move when Tammy reached Iris, whirling the other woman to face her with a hand on her shoulder.

  The crazy bitch was actually going to go there.

  I couldn’t quite believe it, even as I was seeing it with my own eyes.

  I didn’t hear everything, but I did hear the words ‘trashy’ and ‘tacky’ coming out of Tammy.

  That irritated the hell out of me.

  Iris wasn’t trashy or tacky.

  Tammy was.

  Iris was adorable, and sexy, and too good to be true.

  I was still out of reach when Tammy screeched the word, “Whore!” loudly and threw her cocktail, glass and all, at Iris, then flew at her, claws first.

  The glass hit Iris on the shoulder, liquid flying everywhere, then shattered on the ground at her feet.

  Before anyone, including me, could interfere, Iris jerked back from Tammy’s reach, turned her entire body around with a swift twist, and gave the other woman one firm kick to the chest, sending her back a good three feet, and into the pool.

  Apparently my Iris knew how to defend herself.

  I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  I reached her in the next beat, picking her up by the waist to keep her feet safe from broken glass, stepping on it myself in order to keep her unscathed.

  I took her a few yards away, hugging her against me, hands stroking over her hair, her back, murmuring soothing words even as I glared daggers at my ex, who currently looked like an angry, drowned rat.

  Tammy glared right back, hateful eyes just for me.

  I had officially had it with that woman.

  “Never again,” I told her loudly. “You will never touch her again or you will be fucking sorry. I should have you arrested for assault.”

  “Don’t,” Iris said into my chest. “I’m fine. She didn’t hurt me.”

  I look down at her, pulling her back by the shoulders to get a good look at her.