Page 4 of Joint Custody

It was decided then.

I’d never do anything to jeopardize our friendship again. Things still weren’t the same between us.

“You could’ve told me I was showing up tothis.” I gestured at the decorations with my hands. “Thought we finally had a guys’ day planned. I know the night thing’s a bit of a stretch nowadays. How’s Nicole?”

“Very pregnant. I feel like I can’t do anything right, but all I want to do is help her feel better. Apparently, even just my presence is making her irritable at the moment. She’s the one that suggested I take a night out,” Chris said.

“Oh, so she sent you crawling back to us because she finally had enough of you?” I raised my brows in fun.

“Funny. I know it sounds bad, but I’m glad for the break, and I’m not wasting a second without getting absolutely shitfaced, especially having to hear Mom and Dad make jabs at me about choosing another career path instead of joining the family team of lawyers. Luckily, they have Tiffany to fulfill that role now, and trust me, I know how big of a role that is. Gosh, she has no idea what she’s getting into,” he said looking past me to shout, “Sis!”

Oh no. No. Don’t call her over here. Don’t let me have to look at her in that damned dress.

Chris pulled her into a hug and lifted her off the ground. She laughed, and I tried not to focus on it vibrating against my skin, or look as her dress inched up just a little bit higher, taunting me.

Where’s that blonde again?I looked around in desperation.

As he introduced her to us and her eyes met mine for the first time, I fought the temptation to do the eye contact thing. Damn it. Chris would know it for sure, and fuck, what was I doing? I needed to separate myself.

“Can I get you a drink?” I blurted, and her response was a kick to the stomach.

Sure, she was twenty-one but she hadn’t started life yet, while I’d gotten my life to a point that I was proud of and took a lot of time to build. She’d never even had a drink before and offering to get her one made me feel dirty as if I was tainting her innocence. It would be strange if I just walked away, and my feet got hot against the soles of my shoes as I waited for the verdict. Should I get her a mocktail? I shouldn’t have offered. Why’d I have to offer?

“Wine,” her brother said. Okay, great. A glass of white wine for her and a few shots for me. I hurried away from them, knowing that watching her smile at me would be the death of me. I needed to get my dick wet fast by someone my own age, with a lot more experience and a lot less risk. And like the heavens heard my prayers, there was the leggy blonde from earlier.

Except now she was joined by a man, her arm locked into his, and by the way she leaned into him and laughed, the way he addressed her, introducing her to others, I knew they were married. I had a feel for those kinds of things. It was one of my strengths. Being able to read people, which helped me land the clients that I do.

Yet, the closer I got, the more she watched me.

I don’t know, it could get tricky with a husband. Maybe I should look for another distraction.

As I handed Tiffany the drink and the tips of her fingers brushed mine, I knew that if I stayed there a second longer, I’d be tempted to throw it all away, and take her to my car to bury my face between her thighs.Ifshe would have me. We could make it our little secret. Chris would kill me this time for sure, and I would let him because I’d deserve it.

It would be a very different thing if I’d met her and wanted to date her, asked for permission and proved myself, maybe get to the fucking in the next year or so. It would be a hard sell, but I could see Chris coming to terms with it if he knew that it was based on respect and love. Chris was no idiot, though. He knew me. That was not my cup of tea. I was looking for sex—raw, filthy sex that might just be consensually disrespectful.

I wasn’t looking for commitment or for anything other than one night with her after being in her company for no more than a couple hours, and that would be a solid reason for Chris to put me in the ground.

Yeah, she didn’t deserve that. As Chris’s best friend, it would have to be my duty to respect her and guide her. To treat her like my little sister. Ugh. No. I couldn’t promise to do that, but I’d have to try because I agreed to help show her the ropes at the law firm before I even met her which meant I’d be seeing a lot of her. And if I was seeing a lot of her, I’d have to learn to control myself. Because she was a good girl. While I had no problem corrupting good girls, this one wasn’t worth the trouble. So that’s why I was heading out. I’d find a way to hang out with Chris again as long as his little sister wasn’t there.

Maybe I was being rewarded for good behavior because, to my pleasant surprise, as I was making my way to my car, I came across the blonde in a low-cut black dress that showed off her silky-smooth skin, resting at the perfect spot above her ass. A temptation, no doubt.

Well, I’d decided that it must have been fate to find her strolling without her husband, a Manhattan in her hand. And if it was fate, everything that happened next was simply meant to be.

“I’d offer you my jacket, but I wouldn’t want to make your husband jealous,” I said as I came up behind her.

She turned around and smiled when she saw that it was me. “Who said I had a husband?” she asked.

“Are you telling me you don’t?” I smiled.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” She took a sip from her drink.

I pulled myself closer to her, leaving enough space to not draw too much attention to us and to give her the opportunity to make her move if she was interested. “Well, that’s too bad because I’ve been watching you all night. The only reason I haven’t made a move is because I didn’t want to make your husband mad, but if you’re telling me you’re single, do you want to get out of here?” I asked.

She smiled and looked around as I kept my eyes focused on her. “I can’t leave,” she said, and I nodded and started to walk away. “But follow me.” She smiled and walked off, being careful not to touch me, and I looked around smiling. I should have turned back because I knew it would be quite the scene if we were caught by her husband but, as I said, I liked a bit of danger, and this was the perfect amount.

We headed into the shadows, sheltered by a tree, and we knew without speaking that we had to make this quick. She tossed her drink to the side, and as our lips met, my hands were already underneath her dress, pulling at her underwear and burying my fingers into her as she moaned against my lips and pulled at my pants with desperation.

This was exactly what I needed to keep my mind from the forbidden, and I let this random woman’s moans drown out the sound of Tiffany’s laughter. I wrapped my lips around her breast as I milked her pussy before spinning her around and pinning her against the tree. She kept her hands up against the tree to keep her breasts from grinding into the gritty surface as I held her by her neck and drove myself into her, fast and hard while she sang consent.

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