Before Lucky (Forever Love #2.5)(4)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“Because you were too busy watching the waitress,” she huffed.

“Oh.” I bit my lip in anger at myself. What else had I missed watching Lucky walk around the diner? I’d never lost focus before, and now wasn’t the time to start.

“It makes me wonder why you even asked me out,” she pouted again and I knew that there was only one thing to do to make sure I got everything I needed out of Emily.

“Let’s go back to my place.” I hesitated slightly as I spoke, but I knew it was the only thing I could do, to make Emily happy again.

“Really?” Her tone changed and she slid back over to me.

“Really.” I nodded and turned my car around and we drove back to my place in silence. As I drove, I felt an impending doom in my stomach. I’d slept with plenty of girls that I’d never cared about before, but somehow, this just felt wrong. This time, I just didn’t want to do it. It wasn’t that I wasn’t attracted to her, she was beautiful and her body was amazing. Any other night, I would have f**ked her without a problem, but tonight, in this moment, the last thing I wanted to do was take her into my bed. I could tell myself it was because of my distaste for her, but I knew that wasn’t it. I didn’t even want to think about why I just wanted to go home and read my book by myself.

I felt numb as I drove back to my place. I could hear Emily prattling on about something, but I ignored her. She didn’t seem to care now that she had achieved her goal. I guess I was just another notch in her belt: she’d be able to tell her friends that she had slept with Zane Beaumont, son of Jeff Beaumont, the head of Paragon Studios. For all I knew, she had aspirations of becoming an actress and was hoping for an easy in. Little did she know, I hadn’t spoken to my dad in about a month and didn’t care to either.

I pulled up the driveway and jumped out of the car quickly. I wanted to get the night over with, so I could take her home in the morning and be done with her. I was pretty sure she didn’t have any info on Braydon, but I was hoping to convince her to go to the party with him in St. Barths, and maybe then she’d have a bit more to report back to me. She didn’t need to know why. I just needed her to do my bidding.

“This place is amaaazing,” she gasped as we walked through the large wooden doors. “Welcome to Miami, bitches.” She walked across the hallway and directly to the large glass doors on the other side of the room. She stared out at the pool and turned to grin at me. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“A swim?” I frowned, not wanting to prolong the evening any longer. I didn’t want to have to listen to her yap on about her hair and her modeling career any longer than necessary.

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a pool.” She dropped her bag on the ground and before I knew it, she was stepping out of her heels and pulling her clothes off. I stood there staring at her in surprise. I knew she wasn’t a shy one and her body was as amazing as I thought it was going to be, but as I stood there staring at her in her bra and thong panties, I felt not one iota of yearning or lust for her. “Come to momma, Zane.” She laughed and pulled her bra off, throwing it towards me. I stared at her br**sts in almost clinical fashion. They were perfectly shaped, and something about their perkiness screamed silicon to me. She leaned back against the glass door and ran her fingers up to her br**sts, in an attempt to be sexy, and I felt myself shudder at her obviousness. This had been a mistake. I was as indifferent to Emily as I had been before, but now I also felt extreme distaste at her attempt at seduction. I had no interest in taking Emily in the pool, or in my bed.

“Go and have a swim, and I’ll meet you in the pool in a few minutes.” I turned away and walked up the stairs casually, not waiting for a response. I needed a moment to think and to plan. I couldn’t afford to make Emily mad at me, but I also knew it would be a cold day in hell before I would make love to her. There were some things that even I wasn’t willing to do.

Chapter 2

“Oh Zane, you’re such a big boy.” Her fingers slid along my hardness, and I grinned at the wonder in her voice. I watched her as she played with my manhood and closed my eyes as she bent her head. Her mouth was warm and her tongue teased me gently. I groaned as she brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I pushed her off of me gently and shook my head.

“Your pleasure comes first.” I grinned at the wide surprise in her eyes and kissed down her body softly, allowing my tongue to trail down her stomach to her sweet spot. I heard her gasp as I entered her, and she squirmed beneath me.

“Take me now, Zane.” She reached down and grabbed my hair. “Please, please, take me now.”

I kissed back up her body and positioned myself over her, pausing to grab a condom. She shook her head and grinned up at me shyly “no need,” she whispered and I plunged into her, delighting in the feel of my skin against hers. “Oh, Zane. Zane.” She screamed my name in pleasure, and I moved slowly, teasing her with my movements. I looked up into her eyes and they glowed at me in pleasure. “Zane, Zane, Zane.” She kept moaning my name, and I felt myself moving faster and faster. I stared up at Lucky in amazement, as I felt myself about to come. I’d never felt this hot and on fire before. I felt like I was on top of the world.

“I’m going to come…” I groaned out and grabbed hold of her.

“Zane, Zane,” I felt someone shaking my shoulders roughly. “Wake up.” I opened my eyes slowly and saw an angry, wet, and topless Emily staring down at me. She stood there shivering and I jumped up, annoyed and frazzled. I looked to the other side of the bed to see where Lucky was, but I realized it had all been a dream. My heart was still beating rapidly and my body still felt hot. It had been such a vivid dream, I could still feel her warm breath on my skin. I could still taste her on my lips. I shook my head to gather my wits around me.

“Sorry, I must have fallen asleep.”

“I was downstairs in the pool for over an hour.”

“I told you I was tired.” I walked over to the closet and threw her a towel. “Would you like to have a shower?”

“Are you going to join me?” She held the towel in her hands, and I averted my gaze from her br**sts.

“No, I think you should just go by yourself.”

“You’re a loser, you know that right?” She glared at me, and her voice was hostile. “Just take me home.”

“You can spend the night. I have a spare room…” I started and stopped as I saw her nostrils flare.