Page 3 of Forcing Her Hand

“Of course.”

Of course—always Roger’s answer, whether she needed more sunscreen, another drink, or food. Still, his muscular hands were nice as they massaged her back, rubbing in the lotion. Last summer, she would have been in heaven in this situation—able to neglect her hostessing duties and having a sexy guy at her beck and call. The alluring hint of command that overtook him every once in a while would have excited the hell out of her. Now, she needed more than a hint. She needed… Stop!

Rolling over, Allison glanced over, and her stomach flip-flopped. Chad was walking toward her. He hadn’t attended the last family dinner with her Aunt Linda and his father, Linda’s husband, Derrick, and Allison hadn’t seen him since she’d been gang banged at Todd’s house. Her pussy clenched at the memory—all those men, all those orgasms, and all throughout and after, Todd, Todd, Todd. Even when she didn’t have a reminder staring her right in the face, she couldn’t forget him. How was she supposed to when one of the men he’d shared her with was walking toward her?

The blood drained from her face. Surely, Chad wouldn’t say something in front of Roger? She sat up abruptly, looking up at Chad as he stopped next to her chair. Lifting her sunglasses from her eyes, she let him see the pleading in her face.

“Hey, Allison.” Chad leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, then quickly whispered in her ear, “Stop worrying.”

The anxious knot inside loosened. Chad had become much less of an asshole. Of course, she’d also stopped being so much of a bitch. They still didn’t acknowledge each other as family, but they weren’t as antagonistic. Chad had even offered to protect her from Todd when she’d shown up for the gang bang, worried his frat buddy was truly taking advantage of her.

“Hello, yourself,” Allison said, smiling up at him in relief. She turned slightly, holding out her hand behind her to where Roger was sitting. “Have you met Roger Davis?”

Being the well-bred gentleman he was, Roger immediately stood and offered his hand.

“Chad McCormick,” Chad said. “Nice to meet you.”

The two men chatted for a minute, exchanging small talk and social pleasantries, while Allison sat between them, sipping her water and trying to cool her nerves. Chad wasn’t going to out her, but having him here was doing crazy things to her emotions. It was absolutely insane how two gorgeous blonde men could be right in front of her, and all she could think about was one intensely sexy, dark-haired man.

“Allison, there you are, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Diana said, abruptly popping up next to Chad. Allison had to cough to hide her laughter. She’d brought Diana to the party, and the girl had known exactly where Allison was and where she had been for the past thirty minutes. There was absolutely no doubt about what had really grabbed Diana’s attention away from the chocolate fountain in the kitchen.

Looking absolutely stunning in a little two-piece dark pink string number with a matching sarong tied around her hips, Diana shook back her long black hair and smiled up at Chad. In less than two minutes, Diana was working her flirtatious charms on Chad, who responded rapidly. Roger sat down next to Allison, reaching out to hold her hand as they watched the show. Eventually, Diana included them in the conversation by challenging them to a game of chicken. Since Allison was taller than Diana, it was a lot harder for her to balance, and she and Roger ended up losing after a rowdy game. She was glad Diana and her step-cousin seemed to be getting along so well.

When Allison offered to get them drinks from the kitchen and Chad tagged along to “help,” she couldn’t help feeling a little bit of the fluttering excitement as they walked in together. Maybe he’d know something about when—or if ever—Todd might be back. They were fraternity brothers, after all.

“Roger seems nice,” Chad commented as she filled glasses with juice and rum.

“He is,” Allison said shortly. She didn’t really want to talk about Roger.

“Hmmm...” He was looking out the window to where Diana and Roger sat on lounge chairs, laughing. “Diana’s still pretty wild, huh?”

Allison nodded as she put the juice away.

“So… Umm… Heard anything from Todd lately?”

She could practically feel Chad’s blue eyes digging into her shoulder blades. Keeping her face averted, she loaded a tray with three of the drinks, pushing Chad’s toward him. There was an ominous silence. Allison glanced up at Chad to see an expression alarmingly like pity on his face.

“He was in town last weekend. He didn’t call you?”

Her stomach roiled. She quickly looked away, blinking against the tears that suddenly threatened in her eyes.

“No,” was all she could say without losing control over the threatening tears.

“Do you want me to kick his ass for you next time he’s in town?”

Allison laughed, a harsh, bitter laugh. “Thanks, but no.”

Todd hadn’t done anything that deserved an ass kicking. He’d only given her what she asked for, nothing more and nothing less. The fact he took her heart in the bargain wasn’t his fault. At the same time, as she and Chad went out to the backyard, him opening doors for her along the way so she could keep the tray steady, a slow-burning fury started to rise.

So, she meant so little to him, he couldn’t even call her when he was in town? It had been just past a month last weekend since they’d seen each other. Apparently, that was all the time he needed to get over her. What the hell was she doing still moping over him?

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Later, she managed to get Roger up to her old room with the pretense of looking at some of her old photo albums. Not that she’d ever try to truly inflict those on a guy. Although, to his credit, he’d actually seemed somewhat interested in looking at pictures of her as a child and teenager. It wasn’t too long before they were kissing on her bed, just the way she’d hoped. Well, almost the way she’d hoped. He wasn’t on top of her or even under her. They were side by side, where she couldn’t feel the heat of his whole body. She could barely even feel his hardness pressing into her, which had her monumentally frustrated. Running her hands over his body, down to his hips, she tried to encourage him to more.

For a moment, it seemed she had succeeded when one of his hands ran up along her body to cup her breast, the touch gentle and light. She moaned into his mouth, pressing it against him, trying to get him to squeeze her breast harder. Instead, it was only the same light, teasing touch. He stroked her with feather-light touches, igniting a fire between her legs without doing anything to quench it. Her hips moved against his more firmly. His dick was hard in his bathing suit, she could feel it. Why wouldn’t he do anything??

She was a little afraid to try anything too forward with him because that’s not what good little corporate princesses did. There was still a large part of her afraid of condemnation for her desires. It was one of the things she’d like best about Todd. Not only had he not thought she was a slut, he’d liked she wanted things to be wild. In fact, he’d pushed her boundaries far past what she would have ever done on her own, and it had meant nothing to him other than more pleasure for both of them. Not once had he judged her for what she wanted. Mostly, he’d just indulged her.

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