Page 23 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

Reid

G igi is still talking. I’m not really listening, not that she seems to care. She’s telling some story about a rooftop party in L.A., gesticulating wildly. Every word she says is too loud. Every time she laughs, it grates my nerves.

I keep playing along. I’m nodding when I need to, letting her voice roll over me while my mind is somewhere else. I even let her wear the damn jersey. It’s easier than telling her no. Much easier than thinking about why I came over in the first place.

Out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing in the doorway. Gigi doesn’t notice, of course.

It’s Lola.

Fuck .

She’s still in her studio clothes, leggings and a cropped tank. Her hair is pulled up tight with loose strands falling around her face. There’s a glow to her face and that little crease between her brows she gets when she’s tired.

Her expression tightens for a split second before smoothing into nothing the moment she sees me watching.

I don’t know what hits me first—the guilt or the shame.

Two days ago, it was that girl at the bar. And now I’m here, letting her roommate hang off me in the same damn way. She’s wearing my jersey for fuck’s sake.

I know what it looks like. And I still don’t say a single fucking word to explain myself.

Lola doesn’t say anything either. She doesn’t say anything as she marches past me to the fridge. When she turns back toward us, her eyes skim the counter but skip right past me.

Gigi keeps going, unaware or just uninterested. “Anyway, I told her if the bottle costs that much, it’s probably a scam. Of course she bought it anyway and swore it changed her skin overnight. Total scam, right?”

I nod again. I feel every inch of tension in the space between us, and Gigi fills it with another laugh that bounces against the cabinets.

Lola doesn’t react. She twists the cap off her water bottle and takes a slow sip.

“Rough day, Lo?” Gigi’s voice drips with artificial sugar.

She answers Gigi with a hum that barely counts as acknowledgment. I open my mouth to say something—what, I have no idea. I never even get the chance. Lola walks out of the kitchen and disappears down the hall. The silence she leaves behind is louder than Gigi’s next laugh.

My stomach knots.

I don’t miss the smile curling at the edge of Gigi’s perfectly glossed lips. There’s nothing innocent about it. It’s not even subtle. This girl knows exactly what she’s doing. I hate that I gave her the ammunition she needed to hurt Lola more.

I excuse myself from Gigi, saying I need to use the restroom. She nods and immediately grabs her phone. I’m guessing she’s going to take a million selfies in my jersey. Damn it…

But I don’t have to go to the bathroom. I have something else I need to take care of.

Lola’s door is nearly shut when I reach it. I move fast enough to stop it with my palm. She turns the second I step in.

“Don’t,” she snaps. “Whatever bullshit you came in here to say, keep it to yourself.”

“I’m not here to fight,” I say.

She crosses her arms and gives me a look that cuts straight through my chest. “Then why are you in my room, Reid? Go back to your little fan club in the kitchen.”

“Can you not?”

Her mouth drops open. “Can I not? You really want to come in here and start with me after that performance?”

“That wasn’t a performance.”

“Right. Okay.”

My hands curl into fists at my sides. “You know exactly what that was.”

“Oh, I do,” she says. “You get too close and then pull this shit so I’ll back off.”

I step toward her. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t constantly trying to win some fight I’m not even in.”

She snorts. “You’re always in it. You start it every damn time. You show up, poke at me, get me worked up, and then act surprised when I don’t take it quietly.”

“Oh, I remember you taking it very quietly at brunch.”

“Fuck you.”

I deserve that. I know I do.

“You don’t get to act innocent when you walk into my kitchen and let my roommate hang on you like that.”

“I didn’t ask her to touch me.”

“But you let her,” she snaps. “And you didn’t just let her, Reid. You leaned into it. You let her wear your fucking jersey.”

My jaw tightens. I hate the way she says it.

“You wanted me to see that,” she says. “You knew I’d walk in and you didn’t even flinch.”

“You think I planned that?”

“Please! Of course, you did.”

“Not true.”

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” she snaps.

“I didn’t come here to fight.” I’m pretty sure all the fight has drained out of me. I can’t seem to win with this girl. I fuck something up at every damn turn.

She pushes past me, but I catch her arm.

“Let go.”

“No.”

“Let. Go.”

“I saw your face out there,” I say. “You were hurt.”

She laughs again, this time there’s a bitterness to it that bites. “No, Reid. I was pissed and annoyed that you’re in my house.”

“You were hurt,” I say again. “Because it matters. Because I matter.”

She rips her arm out of my grip and shoves me hard in the chest. I stumble back before I catch myself.

“You don’t get to twist this around.” Her voice is shaking now. “You fuck with me and then you turn around and flirt with someone else like it never happened.”

“You’re sleeping with my roommate!” I say. The nerve of this girl…

“And you’re sleeping with mine!” She goes to push past me again. Letting her leave would be the smart move. But I guess I’m not a smart man. I grab her arm again.

“Let me go, Reid.”

“You’re pissed. I get that.”

“You don’t get anything.”

“I get that you’re hurt.”

Her eyes flash. “I’m not hurt. I’m done.”

“No, you’re not.”

She pulls hard again, but I don’t let go. “What do you want from me, Reid? None of this means anything to you. So why are you pushing so hard?”

“It does.”

“Didn’t look like it out there. Or at the bar the other night.”

“I came here for you.”

“Bullshit.”

“You think I don’t want this?” I ask. “You think I’d come back if none of this mattered?”

She yanks again, and I step with her, not letting go. I grip her tighter.

“I came here for you, Lola.”

“Stop pretending.”

“I’m not pretending.”

“Then what the hell are you doing?”

My mouth opens. I want to explain. I just don’t know how.

“You’re in my head all the fucking time,” I say.

She freezes.

“I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, and I still came over here knowing I’d fuck it all up again.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“I know.”

Her breathing’s fast and uneven, and I’m not any better. My chest is tight, my pulse out of control. I don’t know if I want to yell or beg or walk out and never come back.

“You don’t get to do this to me,” she says. “You don’t get to want me only when it’s convenient.”

“Wanting you is never convenient.”

“I know I’m not easy.” Her voice breaks right at the edge, and that’s it. That’s the moment I snap the fuck in half.

I grab her. I literally snatch the back of her neck and drag her into me, crushing our mouths together so hard her breath stutters.

Everything explodes the second our mouths meet. The guilt, the anger, the pull I’ve been fighting since the second I met her. Her hands wrap around my neck. Mine dig into her hips pulling her in until she grinds against my cock. We don’t hold back.

I don’t even think I can.

I force her backward until she hits the wall with a dull thud. Her nails rake down my arms as she grinds against the thick bulge straining my jeans. She bites my lip and I moan.

“More.”

I shove her tank up over her head and toss it to the side. I shove her sports bra up and take her nipple between my teeth, sucking hard. She pulls me to her, one hand in my hair, the other clawing my back.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I look up at her, panting. “You’ve been driving me insane.”

“Then do something about it.”

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, I’m already yanking her leggings down, peeling them off her shaking legs.

“Fuck. Reid?—”

“Fuck me,” I mutter. “You’re dripping.”

“Because of you,” she snaps. “So quit wasting time.”

I drop to my knees.

She gasps as I hook her leg over my shoulder. Her breath stutters when I lean in and drag a slow, deliberate lick up the center of her pussy. Her hands find the wall behind her, searching for something to hold on to.

I go back for more.

I flatten my tongue and lick her again then suck her clit between my lips, just to hear the noises she makes.

“Oh my god—Reid?—”

“I can taste how fucking turned on you are.” I grunt, sucking her clit again. “This pussy’s mine.”

She jerks, moans, grinds down harder.

“God—don’t stop?—”

I don’t. I keep her pinned and tongue her until she’s shaking. Once I can feel her close to coming, I pull away before she can fall over the edge.

“Fuck you,” she gasps, furious. “I was right there?—”

“You want my cock or not?” I whisper.

She pushes up my shirt. We yank it over my head together, and I toss it somewhere behind us. I strip out my jeans faster than I ever have. She grabs my jaw and yanks me back into a kiss.

Fuck, I can feel the heat of her pressed against my length. I need this fucking pussy right this minute.

“Now,” she growls. “Put it in me. Right now.”

I grab a condom out of my wallet and roll it on. Then I line up and slam in all at once.

Her head hits the wall and her mouth falls open in a moan.

“Oh fuck—Reid?—”

“You feel that? This is what you do to me,” I snarl, slamming into her again.

She claws my shoulders, body convulsing with every hard thrust.

“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” I growl into her ear. “You think I haven’t been picturing this pussy wrapped around my cock every night?”

“Harder,” she pants. “Fucking ruin me.”

I bare my teeth and drive into her so hard that something in the room rattles.

“You’re not gonna be able to forget this,” I growl. “No matter how much you hate me. This cock— fuck —this is gonna be in your head every goddamn time you touch yourself.”

She rides me hard, panting into my ear, repeating my name. I thrust harder, angling until I hit that spot that makes her beg for more. She bites my neck. I grab a fistful of her hair and pull, exposing her throat.

“You love it,” I say, grabbing her throat again. “You fucking love getting split open like this.”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, yes?—”

“Say it. Say this pussy’s mine.”

“You’re such a cocky bastard?—”

I slam in deep. Her breath catches.

“Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she moans. “Reid—it’s fucking yours—just don’t stop?—”

Her eyes roll back when I drive into her again. I can’t tear my eyes away from the way her tits bounce when I slam into her.

“You close?” I pant. “You gonna come for me like a good fucking girl?”

Her walls clench down around me, tighter with every stroke. Her legs start to shake. I snap my hips again, harder. Each stroke is driven by the need I have for this girl. Every nerve in my body is lit up. I’m overwhelmed in the best possible way.

“I can’t hold back much longer,” I rasp against her throat.

Her answer is a wrecked moan.

I fuck Lola like a man possessed, chasing her orgasm even more than I’m chasing my own.

“Fucking come,” I growl. “Right now. I want to feel you lose it on my cock.”

Her pussy clamps down so tight on my cock while she comes that I can barely continue fucking her.

“I’ve got you.” I press my lips to her throat in an open mouthed kiss. “Don’t fucking stop. Ride it out. Give it all to me.”

I slam in again. And again. I feel it coming and I’m ready to let go. I come with a grunt, my entire body spasming. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful.

She reaches up from my shoulders to my face, cupping it with a softness that makes my fucking chest ache.

Neither of us says a word.

But neither of us lets go either.