Falling for Rex by Shayne Ford
21
LUNA RAE
The womanwho kept Kian company walks into the house, all dressed up. She spends a few minutes talking to some of the guests, has a drink, calls a cab, and leaves.
No one in the house offered to give her a ride.
Intrigued, I look out the window and check the pool. The surface gleams and ripples, the breeze sweeping the lounge chairs and shrubs, the dangling lights, and numerous torches.
Kian is nowhere in sight.
He’s probably in the house.
Perhaps, there’s a different entrance to the ground floor.
Soon, more people start leaving. Amber and her friend. Their boyfriends.
Two men and a woman occupy seats in a corner.
Another woman calls a ride and vanishes out the door as soon as she gets a text alert on her phone.
“We’ll leave soon,” Frankie says. “What do you want to do?” she asks, shifting her eyes to me.
Carlos is in the bathroom.
She sits on a barstool.
“Uh... I don’t know. I’m waiting for Rex.”
“Where is he? I haven’t seen him.”
“Upstairs. He’s on the phone with someone.”
She reads my eyes.
“How are you?” she asks.
“Good.”
I smile.
“You swam a lot,” she comments.
I pivot and look at the pool.
“I love their pool.”
“It’s nice. Where’s...?”
She notices that Kian is gone.
“Wasn’t that the woman who...?”
“Yes. It’s the same woman. She sucked him off a little earlier.”
She smiles at me incredulously.
“No. Really? You saw it?”
My grin gives me away.
“No way,” she mutters. “You’ve witnessed some homemade porn.”
“It was more like porn porn. It was good.”
She laughs, sincerely amused.
“If life gives you lemons...”
“No, no,” I argue. “She was good. It was educational.”
“Mmm-hmm. You never let me tell you how it’s done.”
“I don’t need to know.”
“You need to do it.”
“Probably.”
“You have the right man for it,” she says, the intonation of her voice suggesting that Rex is somewhere behind my back.
He snakes his arm around my waist, his warm touch seeping through my cotton dress. He quickly gathers that I have no bra.
His eyes dip.
Frankie clears her throat.
“I think it’s time for us to go,” she says as Carlos heads to us. “You bring her home,” she says to Rex.
“Don’t worry.”
Within seconds, Frankie and Carlos walk away.
Someone wants pizza, and Rex orders a couple of pies before stepping behind the bar and asking me if I want something to drink.
“Something pink and fruity,” I say.
“Coming right up.”
He starts preparing my cocktail, and I watch him in silence before he slides my drink in front of me.
The pizza arrives a few minutes later.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“No.”
He isn’t either, so he joins me at the bar while the rest of the people start eating at a coffee table away from us.
“Where have you been the entire evening?” I ask before sipping my cocktail.
“My father called. I was on a business call,” he adds.
“Where is he?” I ask, setting my drink down.
“Dubai.”
“Oh... Business trip?”
“Yes.”
A mellow tune comes on when he grabs his drink, motioning to mine.
“Let’s go upstairs.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the second floor.
The place looks lovely–– as I imagined it when I peered at it from outside.
The patio doors are open, the ocean air rolling in.
He seems preoccupied as he places his drink on the coffee table.
I do the same.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“Yes.”
“Something bothers you?”
“No.”
He smiles without offering more.
“Do you want to dance?” I ask.
A grin arches his lips.
“Dance?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Should I turn the lights lower?” he tosses at me, smiling.
“Yes. Why not?”
The lights go a few notches lower before he turns to me.
I wind my arms around his neck and close the space between us. His hands splay on my body, one at the waist, the other at the back of my hair.
He wears a white T-shirt, jeans, and boots.
“I should’ve changed,” he says, smiling amused. “I’m hot.”
With one gesture, he grabs the back of his T-shirt and slides it off.
He comes back to me, hot, his skin burning.
He’s in a better mood.
“Why are you naked underneath?” he asks, his voice rolling into my hair.
“How do you know I’m naked?” I ask, my lips pressed against his chest.
He smells good.
The ocean's scent is trapped in his skin the same way it is locked in mine, but he also smells like him, a mix of soap and aftershave.
“You just told me.”
I laugh.
His hand goes down and rides my skirt up before stopping between my legs and touching my folds.
“That’s why you wanted to dance with me,” he says, a grin glinting across his lips.
“Mmm-hmm.”
His hand remains on my slit, slowly stroking me as we barely twirl, the tune dripping mellowly through the air.
“Why did you get naked for me, Luna?” he breathes out against my lips.
“I didn’t get naked for you. I swam and didn’t want to get my dress wet.
And um...
I wanted his hands on me.
I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted to feel his hand against my body and see the surprise in his eyes when he learned that I had nothing underneath.
“There are people downstairs,” he says.
“That’s why we came upstairs.”
A door slams on the floor, making him pull his hand away from me.
Soon, the water runs in the bathroom.
“Kian...” he says.
He’s tense at first and then figures something out, his mood improving.
“Do you think he’d hate us if we made out under his nose?” I ask.
He laughs.
“You didn’t strike me as someone vindictive,” he says.
“A saint could be vindictive when it comes to him. He’s so annoying. He truly asks for it.”
“Hmm.”
A dash of incredulity lines his smirk.
“Did he already get to you?” he asks.
“Would that be a surprise?”
“No. It’s just that I don’t want to do stuff because of him.”
“You don’t have to,” I say, breaking away from him.
His eyes snap wide with surprise as he can’t read my intentions for a moment before I lift the hemline of my dress and pass the garment over my shoulders.
A moment later, I’m naked in front of him.
Whatever thoughts or worries he might have, vanish as he looks down at me.
He lifts his eyes and meets my gaze.
“I don’t want to do it here,” he says.
“I know. But there’s something else I want to do before that.”
I inch to him and start unbuckling his belt.
“You don’t have to do it,” he says as I work his fly open.
“I want to do it,” I say.
A door opens when I realize that the water no longer runs in the bathroom.
Rex’s eyes fly to the door as if someone else is in the room.
Footsteps resonate behind me.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Kian says, walking across. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Rex’s jaw clenches, his eyes throwing flames at his brother.
Kian walks to the bar and pours himself a drink as if we’re not in the room.
“In the good old days, he’d invite me to watch. Not my luck, this time,” he mutters, his back still turned to us.
“You can watch,” I say.
Both men flick their heads to me. Rex’s stare flashes incredulity and surprise.
Kian’s taunts me with a dark grin.
I look at Rex.
“If what he says it’s true,” I say, sliding my hand down onto him, “it must’ve given you great pleasure,” I add, talking to Rex.
His eyes dive deep into mine, looking for answers.
“No need to hide,” I say softly, talking only to him. “You know what we are. You tried to ease me into this. You did the right thing, but I want you to be you. I want you to feel your best with me. I want you to be the best for me. So let him watch. It’s his right. He’s done it before. You’ve done it before.”
Uncertainty flows in his gaze. He tries to figure out whether I’m setting up a trap for him or truly offering that.
“I suck you off, not him.”
“She’s right,” Kian says before taking a swig of his drink and leaning against the bar.
“Go ahead,” Rex says, motioning to me to slide down to my knees.
