wetter and wetter down there. Biting my lower lip, I rubbed it over my clit for a moment before slowly sliding it inside myself, and my muscles clenched around it as I let out a little gasp. There was a smaller stimulator on one side of it, and as it buzzed against my throbbing clit, I threw my head back and moaned softly, trying to conjure up images of Jimmy in my head.
It didn’t happen. Try as I might, all I could think about was Patrick and his stupid smirking face. I could practically feel him on top of me, holding me down with his strong, muscular arms as he plunged into me, and I groaned, trying to force the images out of my mind. I had a boyfriend. I should have been thinking about him, but he had never made me feel this way before. Jimmy’s idea of sex was pinning me down and quickly thrusting into me like a jackrabbit, never caring about my pleasure one bit. I’d tried to guide him before, but he’d simply ignored me and kept doing his thing…his annoying, selfish thing.
The only truly pleasurable sex I’d ever had was with Patrick, as much as I hated to admit it, so it was no wonder I couldn’t get him out of my head as I played with my new toy.
“Mm…oh, God,” I murmured, arching my back as I squirmed and whimpered with the vibrator between my legs, sliding in and out of me.
My clit throbbed with pleasure. I wanted to come so badly, and finally I did, crashing over the edge of my climax with my mouth hanging open. My toes curled and my legs quivered, and I closed my eyes. All I could see in my mind was Patrick’s face, sweat pooling on his brow as he grinned. I even imagined him whispering in my ear, just like he had that day in his old bedroom.
’ I love watching you come, ’ he’d said. ‘ Do it again. Come for me, Lucy.’
My eyes flew open as the first spasms of pleasure began to fade, and I pulled the toy away and shoved it back into its box. No. I couldn’t do this. Masturbating to the thought of Patrick felt like cheating, even though I hadn’t so much as touched him in the time I’d been dating Jimmy.
‘But you already came, sweetheart,’ I could practically hear him lecturing me.
“Oh, shut up,” I said out loud.
Dammit. Even in the privacy of the guesthouse, he still had a way of affecting me.
He’d known exactly what would happen by giving me the toy. It hadn’t been a friendly gesture. He wasn’t my ‘buddy’ as he’d so charmingly written on the note, and he sure as hell never would be. In all the wanton confusion of my mind right now, that was the only thing I knew for certain.
Patrick and I would never be friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
PATRICK
“Yo, Trick, you still comin’ tonight?”
My buddy Shawn was on the phone, and I stared into the mirror and ruffled my hair up to get that perfectly-disheveled look as I replied. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“VIP entrance is around the side of Shape,” he said. “See ya later.”
The Shape Club’s Adult Pool Party was the number one Hollywood event to be seen at this month, and there was no way I was going to miss it. It was an annual event known for its drunken debauchery, and there were going to be wall-to-wall chicks in tiny string bikinis and an endless supply of booze there. I needed that right now; something to take my mind off Lucy.
I just had to figure out a way out of the house without being caught. As my new ‘relationship manager’ or whatever crap they wanted to call it, she’d been following me around practically everywhere and making sure I wasn’t up to anything she deemed unsavory. She was worse than the goddamned paparazzi. It didn’t matter where I went or what I did, she managed to figure it out and stalk after me like a bloodhound. I was still ‘allowed’ to go to certain events, but there was no way she’d be okay with me going to the Shape pool party, considering the kind of reputation it had.
It was after eleven, and everyone else in the main house was already asleep. Lucy had headed
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