Page 5 of Between Regrets and Promises (Between Us Trilogy #2)

As her pussy tightens, her arousal coats my cock, and within seconds, I’m following suit. I come hard and long, grunting as she pulls our mouths together.

Breathless, we push apart and stare at each other. Her lips are parted, swollen. Silently, our foreheads press together. The dinging of my cell breaks our gaze, and the realization that we need to get out of here before we’re caught hits me in full force.

“My friends are probably here now. Fucking good timing.” I roll my eyes, cracking a smile.

“Yeah, my sister is no doubt wondering where I am.”

We pull apart, both of us dressing in awkward silence. Sophie checks herself in the mirror, finger combing her dark strands and dabbing a tissue over her face. Sex hair is hot as hell on her, but I keep that thought to myself. As much as I want that to happen again, I’m not going to assume it will.

“Do you want to go out first?” I ask. “I’ll follow in a few minutes to keep the bartender from getting suspicious.”

“Uh, sure. Good idea. Doing the walk of shame in a public place is already going to be humiliating. I don’t need to be called out on it too.” She brushes her hands down her shirt before grabbing her clutch. She meets my gaze. “Sorry, that came out?—”

“No, it’s fine. I get it,” I reassure her, then unlock the door, peek down the hallway, and open it wider. “All clear.”

Sophie purses her lips and drops her eyes, acting shy around me for the first time tonight. “Thanks.”

She walks to the bar area and I wait to see if she glances back, but she never does.

To know she’s never done this before fills me with satisfaction.

It’s affirmation she felt the same connection as I did.

We couldn’t wait a minute longer to be alone, but now I’m wondering if it was all a front, and things between us have changed.

I have mixed feelings about her abrupt change and hope she’s not going to tell me it was a huge mistake or something.

Though that might be for the best considering I’m not looking for a relationship.

After two minutes, I leave the bathroom. Wondering if she’ll still be at the bar or if she took the opportunity to bail, I stop dead in my tracks when I find Brandon, Liam, Lennon, and Sophie standing together at a high top table.

What the fuck ?

“Dude, about time!” Liam shouts, and they all turn and stare at me.

“I was starting to think you bailed,” Brandon adds.

Swallowing, I stalk toward them. “You assholes were taking forever. I was here ages ago,” I tell them, hoping my words are steady.

“Oh damn. Had I known you were so early, I would’ve told you to keep my sister company. She was early too,” Lennon says, snapping my attention to her. Then to Sophie sitting next to her.

Sister .

Oh my God.

Sophie is Lennon’s sister, and I just fucked her in the bar bathroom. Shit, I still have the taste of her on my tongue.

Feeling like a fucking douchebag, I don’t know what else to do besides reach my hand toward her and introduce myself. “Hey, I’m Mason.”

She sucks in her cheeks, eyes narrowing in on my hand that I’m sure she wants to fucking bite off, but then she flashes a slow, weary smile. “Nice to meet you, Mason . I’m Sophie.”

“Since she’s new in town and I’ve been spending so much time here, I figured it was time for y’all to meet,” Lennon explains giddily.

I pinch the back of my neck, wishing I could rub out the knot that’s starting to form. This is so fucking bad.

“Sophie’s a professional violinist,” Liam states proudly, but I already knew that. “Isn’t that badass?”

“Oh wow. That’s amazing!” I clear my throat before it goes dry. “I’m gonna grab a beer. Be right back.” I excuse myself before any of them can say another word.

I ask Dan to get me a beer and a shot of whiskey. Just as I’m feeling the burn down my throat, Liam comes to my side.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” he goads.

“Shut up, asshole.”

“Thatta boy.” Liam slaps a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Especially not Brandon.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” I take a sip of beer, hoping he can’t see through my lies.

“Oh yeah? So you didn’t just fuck his girlfriend’s sister?” His shit-eating grin tells me he knows damn well I did.

“I didn’t know she was Lennon’s sister,” I hiss between my teeth. “Stop talking about it before I junk punch you.”

Liam scoffs, knowing he’s much larger than me. “Hey, I said your secret's safe with me. But that doesn’t mean she won’t tell Lennon.”

Shit, he’s right.

Brandon will kill me if he finds out. He loves Lennon so damn much that he’ll swing at anyone who threatens their relationship.

Having sex with Sophie in a bar bathroom would definitely merit his ass-kicking.

Once she tells Lennon, I’ll be painted as an asshole, and my past doesn’t help my case either.

Brandon will inevitably find out, and our days of hanging out will be over.

Lennon would hate me for using her sister and never want me around.

If Brandon’s forced to pick between Lennon or the guys, he’d choose her.

I haven’t gotten to see him as much since they’ve been together.

“So was she a fling of the past or more recent? Like… tonight ?” He flashes a knowing smirk, one he’s perfected over the years. He’s such a dick.

“Are we gossiping about our sex lives now?” I deflect. “It’s none of your damn business.”

Liam raises his hand to get Dan’s attention and orders a couple of beers. “Well, if I guessed within thirty seconds, the rest of them will too.”

Groaning, I roll my eyes as I take another sip. Once he grabs his beers, Liam pauses before walking away. “Time to put on your poker face, Holt.”