Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4) (8 page)

Even through his boxers, I could feel the intense energy coming
off him.

Just the heat was enough to shake me out from under the hazy
blanket of pleasure I’d been under from what he did to me.

And I was excited to return the favor, but I was anxious, too. After
all, the thought of having him, of swallowing his passion for me and having it
inside me while I mingled with the other wedding guests was thrilling.

I mean, even though he’d already fucked me, filling me up until he
nearly tore me open, pleasuring him this way would be totally different. It
would be hard work, and he would be hard for it.

He already was.

To be honest, I’d never been so nervous about a blow job in my life,
but I’d never wanted it so bad, and the stakes had never been this high. After
what he’d done to me, anything short of epic would be a disappointment, and I
was desperate to show him that I wasn’t just a wet girl who came hard. I wanted
to give him the kind of blowjob that would have him strutting for the rest of
the day.

I wanted it to be so good that every time he closed his eyes, he
would see my lips around his dick and nothing else.

But I had to calm down. If I psyched myself out, I would never be
able relax enough to unhinge my jaw like I would have to in order to fit him
in. Because he was huge. It wasn’t even worth comparing him to other guys I’d
been with, not that I would ever tell him how big he was.

Of course, he probably knew. He’d spent enough time in locker
rooms, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.

I wrapped my fingers around the top of his boxers and his pants
at the same time and started pulling them down, afraid if I wasn’t careful he’d
spring loose and poke me in the eye. Once I pulled his pants down over him, his
dick stood at attention, begging to be stroked, sat on, and drooled over.

And suddenly I understood why so many girls were hungry for it.
Everything about his cock made me want to touch it.

So I did.

I left his pants around his knees and wrapped a hand around him.

His brows furrowed with anticipation.

As I twirled the pad of my thumb around his head, I could feel
the blood coursing through him against my palm. Despite how small my hand
looked holding him, I still wanted to try. I wanted to feel him swell in my
mouth. I wanted to push him to the brink so he lost control, so he’d have to
grab my hair in his fist while he shot his load at the back of my throat.

It was like I could see how it would all play out, and I was
sure that the fantasy of it would be far greater than the reality, just like it
had been to have him the first time.

I rolled on to my knees and slid my hand down to the base of his
dick. Then I leaned over and stuck my tongue out, licking the underside of it
all the way to the tip. I could feel his eyes on me as I swirled my tongue
around the ridge of his head, doing my best to tease him, to drive him crazy.

But I needed him too badly to torture either of us anymore, and
I could feel my need for him like an ache in my core. With my hair falling
around my face, I leaned forward again and laid my tongue flat against the
underside of his solid cock, letting my mouth water over him as I wrapped my
lips around him.

And then someone knocked on the door.

I sat up and looked towards it with wide eyes.

Aiden lifted a finger to his lips.

I waited, one hand still wrapped firmly around him. I was just
about to stroke his shaft when the knock came again, louder this time.

“Lucy Ryan, are you in there?”

I looked at Aiden.

Then I heard a familiar voice. “Lucy, it’s Nathan,” he said.
“I’m here with the police. They need to ask you a few questions.”

“One second!” I said, not knowing what else to do. I let go of
Aiden and looked at him.

“The police?” he mouthed. “What the fuck?!”

But I didn’t answer him. Not just because I didn’t have an
answer but because I needed to find my underwear.

“Lucy?” Nathan said again.

“Hold on!” I said, slipping my underwear back on and smoothing
my dress down.

Meanwhile, Aiden looked about as happy as a wet cat.

“I’m coming,” I said, smoothing my hair down and waiting for
Aiden to tuck his shirt back in.

As soon as he was decent, I headed for the door.

Aiden grabbed my arm. “Lucy,” he whispered. “What are the police
doing here?”

“I don’t know.”  

“Who the hell is Nathan?”

“He’s my-” I shook my head and looked down like the words might
be on the floor. Instead I saw my shoes and bent down to grab them.

“He’s your what?”

“My lawyer,” I said, unsure if that was totally accurate.

Aiden brought his hands to his head. “What?!”

“I can explain later,” I said.

The frustration on his face was heartbreaking.

I opened the door a crack. Sure enough, Nathan was standing
there with two officers in uniform.

“Sorry to bother you,” the female cop said. “But we need to ask
you a few questions.”

“About what?” I asked.

“About your case,” Nathan said. “Sort of.”

“We’d like you to follow us to a room downstairs,” the woman
said, looking over my shoulder. “Where we can talk in private.”

I nodded. “Okay. Just let me get my purse.” I closed the door
and turned around.

“What’s going on?” Aiden asked. “Your lawyer? Your case?”

“I don’t have time to explain now,” I said, grabbing my phone
off the table and shoving it in my bag.

“Will you come find me when you’re done?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“As soon as you’re done?”

I nodded. “I promise.”

“I’ll be downstairs,” he said. “Waiting for you.”

“Okay.”

I turned towards the door but he grabbed my shoulders and ducked
his head so he could look at me straight on. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, glancing down at his crotch. “Are you okay?”

He tried to smile. “I’ve been better, but I’ll live.”

“Maybe we can continue our…
conversation
later.”

“I would like that very much,” he said, picking up on my nerves.
“You were making some very persuasive arguments when we were so rudely
interrupted,” he added a little too loud.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as I am.”

I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then
headed for the door, looking at him one last time before I stepped outside.

“Right this way,” the female cop said, turning on her heels.

I was starting to wonder if the other cop was just a decoration
when he opened his mouth. “We apologize for interrupting you like this,” he
said. “Especially considering the circumstances, but it is an urgent matter.”

I fell in line next to Nathan behind the cops. “What the heck is
going on?” I whispered.

“They wouldn’t tell me much,” he said. “But it seems like you’re
not the first person to put Chuck on their radar.”

“What?”

Nathan shrugged. “I brought in the evidence you compiled for me so
I could make a formal complaint like we talked about.”

I nodded.

“And while I wish I could tell you that they’re really
interested in your case, my gut tells me that Chuck was already in trouble.”

The male cop turned around and spoke to me over his shoulder
while we waited for the elevator. “We just have a few questions about the
information Mr. Sinclair submitted on your behalf. I assure you, we’ll be
brief.”

“Okay,” I said. “Good.” Cause I was just about to get to the
bottom of something myself.

I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the inside of the
closed hotel door, but when my balls finally stopped aching enough for me to
cross the room, I poured the last of the champagne into a glass and drank it
down, wishing it were something stronger.

The cops?! The fucking cops?! On my sister’s wedding day?!

What the hell had Lucy gotten herself into and why didn’t I know
about it?

Oh yeah. Cause I’d been giving her the cold shoulder for weeks. God
I was an asshole.

And now my balls were as blue as berries. Fucking karma.

I went to the bathroom and made sure I looked presentable. The
buzz from going down on Lucy was faint after all the excitement, but it was
still lurking under the surface.

Mostly, though, I hoped she was okay. No matter what was going
on… with Nathan. Jesus.

I took one last look at the bed where I was about to get my own
little wedding present and sighed. Then I stepped out of the room, pulled the
door shut behind me, and headed back down to the party.

When I walked in, it was like a slightly drunker version of the
same party I’d left before. Which reminded me that I should probably go check
on my parents.

I swung by the bar and got a double Jameson before heading to
the dance floor. My parents were dancing in the corner- or rather- my Mom was
holding my Dad up to music. I scanned a bit more and saw Claire dancing with
Dave.

He had his faults, Dave, but he was a great dancer. Goofy, but
admirable in his commitment to feeling the beat, and as they danced it was
obvious that Claire wouldn’t have cared if we all packed up and went home. She
was just happy to be dancing with her man to the tacky music they liked.

Or at least I thought it was tacky. And that was before they
started playing Boyz II Men at which point I couldn’t drink fast enough.

Once I’d nearly emptied my glass, I turned over my shoulder and
saw that Lucy wasn’t back at the table yet. I guess the cops needed a little
more of her time.

Still, I needed to do something to take my mind off the fact
that Lucy had a secret life in which the cops were involved and I wasn’t. Otherwise
I might end up pacing back and forth in front of the bar. So as soon as the
song changed, I drained the rest of my glass and decided to take pity on my
Mother.

“May I cut in?” I asked.

My Mom smiled.

“You look like you could use some water, Dad.”

“And you look like you could use a spanking,” he said, turning
to me. “But my guess is that you’re way past that, too. Am I right?”

I shrugged.

“Where have you been anyway?” he asked.

“With Lucy.”

I think he meant to wink as he elbowed me, but he was mostly
just opening and closing his eyes at the same time like a plastic doll.

“She’s all yours,” he said, stepping out of the way and presenting
my Mom like a prize.

“Don’t go too far,” she called after him.

“I’ll just be at the bar,” he said, pointing along a line that
didn’t match the one he was walking in.

She shook her head. “He’ll be sorry tomorrow.”

I rested a hand on my Mom’s hip and took one of her hands in
mine. “It could be worse.” 

Her cheeks were rosy. “I know.”

“You’ve had a few yourself, haven’t you?”

“One or two.”  

“Bottles?” I asked.

“Don’t give me grief,” she said. “We’ve only got one daughter to
give away and if we’ve got to get drunk to enjoy it then sue me.”

“I’m just joking.”

“I promise we won’t have any fun at your wedding.”

I laughed. “Oh come on. That’s not fair.”

“When is that by the way?”

“My wedding?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I looked up for a moment. “I always pictured myself as a Winter
Groom.”

“I’m being serious.”

“You’re being a pest.” 

“Come on. I had so much fun planning this party-”

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Why? What did you hear?”

“I’m joking,” I said. “I heard you were a delight at every
turn.”

“Don’t bullshit me. Did I make Claire crazy? Did she tell you I
made her crazy?”

“No,” I lied. “You did a great job.”

“Does that mean I can plan your wedding to?”

“It means you can book my flights to Vegas if you want.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she said, smacking my chest.

I shrugged.

“I know you wouldn’t deny your Mother another fabulous party.”

“I bet Dad would be delighted to save the money,” I said.

“He would not,” she said. “I know he puts on a big stink, but
it’s just an act. He loves to entertain and flash his wealth around. If he
didn’t, he would leave his job and become a fisherman.”

“What?!” I laughed. “No he wouldn’t.”

“Yes he would. He talks about it all the time.”

I shook my head. “Dad would be the shittiest fisherman ever. He
has the patience of a Swiss watch.”

“I know he’d never actually do it, but I think he’s comforted by
the dream of it, you know? Of having a plan B.”

“I could see that.” 

“And what about you?” she asked. “What’s your plan B?”

“I only have a plan A,” I said. “Which is to open my own practice
in the next two months.”

“That soon?”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t even think you had a location yet?”

“Two actually. I just need to pick one and not look back.”

Her face looked inappropriately hurt. “Why haven’t you asked me
to look at them?”

“Cause I knew you were busy with the wedding,” I said. “And that
Claire needed your help.”

She smacked her lips. “You are such a good boy.”

“I try, Mom.”

“Well, I’ll have plenty of time from now on if you need me.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“Have you shown the locations to Lucy?”

“No,” I said. 

“Oh.”

“Why do look so surprised?”

“I just thought you guys were- I don’t know-”

“What?”

“Nothing,” she said. “I just assumed you guys were getting
serious.”

“You know we’ve always been friends.”

“I know,” she said. “And I thought that’s why you asked her as
your date but then-”

“Then what?”

She shrugged. “I must’ve misread the signs.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Things just seemed different between you two today. I know I
haven’t seen her in a while, but it felt like you two had a chemistry or
something that wasn’t there before.”

“I don’t know what you thought you saw but-”

“For example,” she said. “When you were giving your toast-”

“Yeah?”

“The way she was looking at you was, well, it wasn’t the way you
look at a friend.”

“What way was it?”

“Maybe I was imagining things, but I swear she looked so proud
of you I was half wondering if she wrote the thing herself.”

I smiled.

“And then when I realized she hadn’t, the only explanation for
her expression was that she’s totally enamored by you.”

“You think so?”

“It’s just women’s intuition,” she said. “Lord knows I’ve been
wrong before.”

I gasped. “When? I can’t believe it!”

“Shut up,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And don’t tell your
Father I said that.”

“It’ll be our little secret.”

“Anyway, if you don’t feel the same, I would advise you to tread
softly.”

“With Lucy?”

“Yes,” she said. “Something tells me she wants more from your
friendship
.”

“Can you blame her?” 

She shook her head. “Of course not. You’re adorable.”

I grimaced.

“The point is, you shouldn’t lead her on if you don’t feel the
same way.”

“I know.”

“And that goes for taking advantage of her feelings for you,
too.”

“Jeez, Mom. Give me some credit.”

“I’m just saying. I know how you men are.”

“You men.” I shook my head. “Unbelievable.”

“No,” she said. “You know what’s unbelievable?”

“What?”

“The way she looks in that yellow dress.”

I turned to look over my shoulder and saw her standing at the
top of the room. And once again, my Mom was right.

She was a total knockout.