Sinful Desires Vol. 3 (4 page)

Julien grinned at me as Brock shouted something that sounded like some Greek letters that I assumed belonged to a fraternity, though I doubted one was actually called “alpo beto soup.”

“NYU for a year,” Julien said as he shoved Brock into the backseat of the cab and then climbed in after him. After I'd followed, he continued, “Brock flunked out and I dropped out. He went home to Philly to do whatever it is that he does and I went on a tour of Europe.”

“You went on a tour of Europe?” I echoed.

“Backpacking, and I mean that in the original sense. A lot of walking, doing odd jobs here and there. Two changes of clothes. Growing a beard.”

I laughed at that one. I couldn't picture smooth-shaven Julien with a five o'clock shadow, let alone a beard. I was starting to understand why Julien was the black sheep in his family. When rich kids said they were backpacking around Europe, it usually meant with a stack of their parents' cash and reservations at the finest hotels. The slightly more rebellious ones might stay at hostels to 'experience' Europe, but none of them would even consider having only two sets of clothes and actually working for their money.

“I grew a beard once,” Brock announced. “It itched.” He scratched his face as if re-living the memory.

Julien and I both burst out laughing and, after a moment, so did Brock though I was sure he didn't know why. With Brock being in such a good mood, it was easier to deal with him when he kept trying to grab my breasts. Finally, I had to hold both of his hands, and even then he was still trying to grope me.

As we arrived at the hotel, I noticed Julien giving me an odd look. “What?” I asked.

“I'm just a little surprised you're being so adamant about keeping his hands off you. I mean, he
is
your boyfriend. It's not like he hasn't touched you before, right?” Julien followed me out of the cab and then leaned over to help get Brock out.

“I wasn't thinking of it that way,” I answered honestly. “I was more thinking that I get enough of drunk guys grabbing at me at work and there isn't really much I can do there. I’m not about to put up with it from him.”

I knew I sounded like I was complaining, but I was telling the truth. If we'd been in the hotel room, I probably would've let it go, but I was tired of being treated like meat. When he was groping me in public, that's what I felt like.

I yelped and jumped back as Brock threw up all over the sidewalk, narrowly missing Julien's shoes. Suddenly the groping didn't seem so bad. Better dealing with that than spending the entire ride with puke in my lap.

“You're cute, you know that?” Brock threw his arm around my shoulders and leaned against me heavily enough to make me stagger. I grimaced at his stench of his breath.

“Come on, buddy, let's get you upstairs.” Julien took Brock's other arm and took most of the weight off of me. Together, we walked passed the blank-faced doorman, through the doors and over to the elevators.

Once inside, Brock leaned toward Julien and spoke in a not-so-quiet voice. “My girlfriend's hot.”

Julien looked over Brock's head at me, eyes twinkling.

“Do you think my girlfriend's hot?”

“Sure, Brock.” He gave me a wink that said he was only half-kidding.

“You should see her naked,” Brock said and then snorted a laugh. “Right, you did.”

I felt my expression harden and Julien's eyes darkened while Brock continued to howl.

“Well, not completely naked.” Brock turned to me. “Cause you don't show the pussy at work, do you?” He smirked. “Except for me.”

“Man, you're going to want to shut up.” Julien gave Brock a shake, but it didn't do any good.

“She didn't just show it to me,” Brock said. “She sucked my cock then rode me like nobody's business.”

My face flooded with heat. If this was how Brock talked when he was drunk, I really didn't want to know how much of our sex life he'd spilled over the past couple weeks. Horror washed over me as I was hit with the thought of Brock and Reed drinking together. Reed knew that Brock and I had slept together, but that didn't mean I wanted him to know the details.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I walked off, leaving Julien to help Brock alone. I didn't doubt he'd understand. Still, I was close enough to hear Brock as I was walking away.

“Just take a look at that ass. So firm.”

I waited by the door, arms folded, head down. I'd thought I'd been mortified when I'd seen Reed at his bachelor party. I thought I'd been humiliated over the years by Rebecca and others like her. Nothing in my past, however, had prepared me for hearing someone that claimed to care about me talk about the intimate details of our relationship in such a coarse manner.

Maybe Anastascia had been right after all.

I set my jaw. I refused to believe that. People weren't always themselves when they were drunk. He'd feel like shit tomorrow when he found out what he'd done and he'd make it up to me I was sure.

I clung to that as Julien opened the door and the three of us went inside.

“You don't have to be here,” Julien said as I turned on the light.

“Are you going to be able to get him in the shower and into bed by yourself?” I asked.

Julien gave me a surprised look. “I was just planning on dumping him in his room, making sure he was on his side so he didn't choke if he puked again and then leave him to sleep it off.”

“That's not a very nice thing to do,” Brock said.

“Shut up,” Julien snapped. “You're being an asshole.”

“I am?” Brock sounded surprised. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm not the one you need to apologize to.” Julien dragged Brock back toward one of the bedrooms.

“Bathroom, Julien,” I said. “He reeks of alcohol and puke.”

“Who do I need to apologize to?” Brock gave Julien a puzzled look as the two men turned into the bathroom.

“Piper.”

Brock looked at me, as if surprised to still see me there. He grinned at me. “Piper's sexy.”

I rolled my eyes as Julien sat Brock on the toilet and knelt down to pull off his shoes.

“I'll bet Julien thinks you're sexy,” Brock said. He poked Julien in the shoulder. “And it's not just cuz it's been a while since he got laid either.”

“Fuck you,” Julien muttered as he tossed Brock's shoes into a corner.

Brock's face lit up as I tugged his shirt over his head. “I have an idea!”

I was pretty sure I didn't want to hear it, but nothing was going to stop Brock from sharing.

“We should all fuck each other.”

Julien and I both froze, staring at Brock. I couldn't see the other man, but I felt safe in assuming that his face was as shocked as mine.

“Well, not
us
fuck each other.” Brock laughed as he gestured to Julien and himself before looking up at me. “But we should both fuck
you
.” He slid his hand between my legs, his eyes glittering. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

The moment his fingers brushed against my underwear, I pushed him back. “Asshole!”

I was furious by the time we wrestled him out of the last of his clothes and got him into the shower. Julien ended up having to hold Brock under the water just to get him rinsed off, so I dried my still obnoxious boyfriend while Julien took off his wet shirt and toweled himself dry. Fortunately, as we were finishing up, Brock's eyes began to close along with his mouth and we practically had to drag dead weight across the hall. We dumped him on the bed stark naked and I yanked a blanket over him even though I told myself he didn't deserve it.

As Julien and I walked back out to the main area, he said, “Well, that was interesting.”

“To say the least,” I agreed. I wasn't sure I could look at Julien now. Brock hadn't given up his threesome idea. In fact, while we'd finished getting him cleaned up, he'd described the scene in detail surprisingly vivid for someone as drunk as he was.

“I need a beer,” Julien said, crossing to the mini-fridge. “What about you?”

Brock had gotten me champagne at the casino, but I hadn't drunk very much of it. A beer sounded good. “Yes, please.”

“You don't have to feel weird around me.” Julien's back was to me as he rummaged in the fridge. When he emerged with a bottle in either hand, he added, “I'm used to Brock being like that.” He handed me a bottle. “I promise, I won't try to picture the three of us in bed together.”

I laughed as he smiled and the tension between us eased. I'd been planning on leaving now that Brock was passed out, but as Julien and I each drank some of our beer, I decided that it wouldn't hurt anything to stay a little bit longer.

Chapter 5

N
ot surprisingly, Brock spent most of Sunday recovering from his hangover. Not that he was the one to tell me this. No, it was Julien who texted me from Brock's phone to say that he didn't think we'd be going out tonight. I should've been angry that my second day off wasn't going to be spent with my boyfriend, but I was actually relieved. I needed some time to stop being mad at him for being such a jerk. Apparently a good night's sleep hadn't helped with that.

Instead of moping around the house doing nothing, I decided to swap shifts with one of the girls who was always complaining that she never had a weekend off. That way I'd be available Monday night if Brock was feeling better. Even if I was still pissed, I still wanted to see him, sucker for punishment that I apparently was.

I sighed. I needed to know how he handled instances where he behaved like an ass. Would he apologize or just act like it never happened? I liked the guy, but not enough to put up with this every time he drank.

Hopefully, work would give me the chance to get my mind off of Brock and get some perspective. I hadn't counted on being haunted by the memory of seeing Brock and Julien there, and the 'private dance' that had followed. By the time I got home, I was more frustrated than I had been before and my head was pounding from frustration and worry. I took some medicine and let it knock me out until early Monday afternoon.

My phone ringing woke me up and it took longer than usual to push out of the fog and answer it. “Hello?” My voice was still thick with sleep.

“Hey, babe.”

I blinked a couple times and pushed myself up so I was sitting. “Hi, Brock.” I kept my tone flat, letting him know that I wasn't happy with him.

“About the other night.” He immediately started in on it. “I don't really remember anything, but Julien says I was an ass and he's usually right about things like that.”

“You were and he is.” I felt myself softening. He sounded like he was going to apologize.

“I am so sorry.”

I didn't respond. I wasn't sure I should let him off that easily considering all the things he'd said.

“Forgive me?”

I sighed but was still at a loss for words.

“I really need you to forgive me. I don’t know why I drank so much, it was stupid and selfish. I wasted precious time being with you.”

The iciness inside melted just a little bit. “All right. I accept your apology. And I won't ask that you don't do it again because I know that's not going to happen.”

“Piper–”

I interrupted, “But can you at least try not to do it again during this visit. I'd like to spend time with my boyfriend. The nice guy who asked me to be his date to a wedding. Not the ass-hat from last night.”

Brock laughed and I could hear the relief in his voice. “Promise. No more ass-hat boyfriend.”

The knot in my stomach eased and I laughed along with him. So he was a crude drunk. I could handle that. It wasn't like he'd been acting that way stone sober.

“Let me make it up to you,” he said. “And Julien, since I was pretty bad to you both. We're going out tonight.” He quickly added, “To eat. Not to drink and gamble. We're going to go to Alize.”

Okay, that was impressive. Alize was one of most expensive restaurants in Vegas. Girls like me didn't get in there unless we were being paid. That wasn't cynical. It was the truth. The style of dress alone would be more than most people could afford.

“Do you want to come to the hotel or do you want us to come pick you up?”

I liked that he was giving me the option. He hadn't seen my apartment yet and he was giving me the chance to decide if I wanted him to see it or not. At the moment, I was leaning towards not. I may have forgiven him for his previous behavior, but it had made me realize how much I still didn't know about Brock. Things were moving way too fast.

“I'll meet you at the restaurant,” I said. I could sense that he was confused, but he agreed and didn't press the matter. We chatted for a few more minutes before saying our good-byes. I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. That had gone better than I'd hoped. I hadn't realized how much I'd believed Anastascia's claim about the type of guy Brock was. Now I knew she was wrong, at least I hoped she was. The fact that he'd apologized and was trying to make things up to me and Julien was certainly positive evidence.

Now, I just needed to focus on having fun tonight, enjoying our evening and, for the love of god, trying to decide what I was going to wear. I panicked momentarily, once again feeling like a fish out of water. Alize was a rich man’s restaurant, with dress codes and certain expectations.

When you're on my kind of income, wardrobe choices for dressy events are rather limited. I didn't want to wear the dress from the wedding or what I'd worn to meet Brock's parents since he'd already seen both of those outfits before. I wasn't sure he'd remember, or even care, but I wanted something different. That left the dress Anastascia had bought me for the reunion.

I knew I looked good in it, but it brought back memories of Reed. Was that really something I wanted to have in my head while I was out with Brock? Then again, I reasoned, what better way to no longer associate the outfit with Reed than to wear it again. Give it a fresh start so to speak.

My decision made, I headed off to the kitchen to grab something to eat before I started getting ready. I didn't just want to look okay tonight. I wanted to look so good that Brock would go out of his way to make sure he never acted like that again.

It took me most of the afternoon to prepare. Waxing is time-consuming and not very fun, especially when you have to do it yourself because you're too poor to have it done by a professional. But every rip was worth it.