Page 16 of My Ex-Best Men (Ex Marks the Spot #4)

***Claire***

I wrapped my arms around Anthony’s neck and held on as he gripped my ass and lifted me off my feet.

I’d just been debating running away from the wedding seconds before, out of shame and embarrassment, but it seemed Anthony had other things on his mind.

He forced my legs around his waist and nipped my bottom lip before kissing down my jaw.

That was the thing about Anthony. He’d always consumed me.

He kissed me and touched me like he wanted to own me. And he had.

He’d never kissed anyone before me. I was his first in every way and he’d spent an obscene amount of time learning everything he could about my body.

He’d never stopped watching me so he’d know every inch of my body and how it responded to his fingers, lips, tongue.

He’d been an obsessed lover. He proved that morning that his memory ran deep.

His lips grazed the skin under my ear and his teeth tugged at my earlobe. His hands bit into my ass as he held me tight. What was new was the ragged growl to his voice as he spoke. “I need to see your face when I make you come, baby.”

I was coming? That was a surprise to me but it shouldn’t have been, not with Anthony.

He’d only taken a few nights of studying my body to perfect his art.

I hadn’t been with anyone since him who’d expertly worked my body as well.

Still, I’d just been panicking so the idea of an orgasm coming so soon after was a shock.

Anthony walked us backwards and pinned me to the wall while sliding his hand under my thigh to reach my core.

The short dress allowed him easy access and the miniscule panties offered no resistance when he tugged them to the side.

He brought his mouth back to mine and kissed me hungrily while teasing me with the tip of his finger.

He ran it up and down my lower lips, never quite touching where I needed him to touch.

Not until I locked my hands in his hair and tugged.

He pressed his forehead against mine and watched me as he pushed two fingers deep inside me and curled his thumb over my clit.

His fingers curled as well, almost as if he was trying to rub them against his thumb, and I made a sound I hadn’t made in years.

A mix between a pant and a scream, I dug my heels into his back and my head dropped back against the wall.

“Oh, god. Anthony…”

He watched me as he fingered me with a precision that should’ve been illegal. Within seconds my head was rolling from side to side and I was making a mess on his fingers as I came. Seconds. He’d taken seconds to get me off.

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen come, Claire.

The way your nose pinches and your skin flushes…

Your glasses always fog up when you forget to take them off and when the fog clears and I see those pretty brown eyes rolling in pleasure…

Fuck. I want to nail you to the wall right now, baby.

I want to fuck you so hard you forget any other man who’s ever touched you. ”

As he spoke his fingers continued to curl and fuck me. His thumb moved in softer circles but he never stopped. His body was tense and he seemed larger than ever as he pressed into me. Then he shifted his pinky finger lower to tease my ass and I thought I’d die right then and there.

“You’ve always gotten so wet for me. Nothing’s changed, has it?

Does this pussy leak for anyone else the way it does for me?

” He rocked his hips against mine and lowered his mouth so he spoke against my lips.

“I shouldn’t have let you go. I should’ve tied you to my desk and fucked you until you realized that was exactly where you belonged. I was too nice, Claire. Not anymore.”

I sank my teeth into his bottom lip, so lost in the new side of him that I couldn’t think beyond the feel of his thick fingers punishing my core. He’d added a third finger and was relentless in his possession of my body.

“Come for me again, pretty girl. Let me feel this pussy weep for me before I fuck it raw.” Anthony’s voice was dark and low as he ordered me to come and it worked. It triggered an orgasm and the smile on his face as I came for him was diabolical. It told me that he knew he owned me.

I didn’t even realize I was talking until he pressed his lips to mine and the gasping sound filling the room went away.

“You beg so pretty.” Pulling his fingers out of me and running them down the inside of my thigh, he let me feel just how wet I was for him.

He let me watch as he lifted his hand and made a show out of licking my come off his fingers.

“You still taste so fucking good, Claire. I’m going to need you spread out on my desk all day long so I can lean over and taste you whenever I need to. ”

I whimpered and offered my mouth to him but before he could kiss me the bedroom door swung open and I realized that what I’d always thought was my worst nightmare was nothing compared to having two of my exes walk in on me hooking up with another ex.

With just one shocked look at Will and Zane’s furious expressions, and I scrambled to get away from Anthony.

He was in a much more relaxed mood as he slowly moved away from me and made a display out of reaching between my thighs and fixing my panties before he let me step away from him. “It’s customary to knock, I believe.”

I shimmied along the wall until I was as far from the three of them as I could get. Zane and Will kept looking at me and then back at Anthony in a way that made me think I really should’ve jumped out of the plane.

“Are you fucking kidding, asshole? You’re up here manhandling her? You have no right to touch her like that. You’re-” Will was cut off by Zane, who seemed just as angry.

“This is a joke. You’re a fucking joke. You just swoop in here and start grabbing all over Claire? Keep your hands to yourself, asshole.”

In all the time I’d known Anthony, I’d never seen him lose his cool.

He was a collected guy. Until that moment.

“She’s mine . Whatever moments you think you had before I arrived, they’re over.

If you have an issue with hearing her scream for me, maybe go back to your rooms. I have every right to touch her and I’m going to keep touching her.

Both of you can fucking see yourselves out unless you’re ready to sit there and watch me-”

“Watch what you fucking say.” Will grew even larger as he puffed out his chest. “She’s not-

“Both of you watch what you-” Zane cut Will off just to have Anthony cut him off.

“You heard her coming for me. Take it as your sign and walk away.”

It was too much for me to handle. I was dying.

I couldn’t even process what all I was mortified by but I was sure if I was given a few weeks, I could make a pretty comprehensive list. I couldn’t stand there and listen to them for another second.

I looked around, desperate to escape a mess of my own making, and made a go for the sliding door to a small, personal balcony.

Fortunately for me the three men were so focused on shouting at each other that they didn’t notice me slip out onto the balcony.

I looked over the edge and decided it was worth risking a broken leg if it meant I could run away from my problems. Climbing over the balcony railing, I hung on the side for a few moments and shut my eyes.

The drop was only a few feet but I was barefoot in another of Uncle Sal’s sex worker dresses.

“Claire? What are you-” Jake let out a grunt of pain as I crashed into him. He’d chosen the wrong balcony to be passing beneath that morning.

We landed in a pile on the pathway between the house and the hotel’s garden.

Jake had caught me, mostly by accident, but he’d cushioned my drop enough that I could easily roll off of him and climb to my feet.

He stayed on the ground like a flattened starfish, his limbs spread out in every direction.

“I’m sorry! I had to escape. You okay? Should I get someone?”

He grunted again. “This is karma for inviting your exes, isn’t it?”

I leaned over and patted his chest. “Maybe. I have to go. Sorry, buddy. Feel better.”

I left him there groaning and made a run for it. I hadn’t decided just yet if I was running for the hotel to find Sophia or the ocean to walk into the waves…