Complementary Colors (9 page)

The tension screamed between us.

“What she said.”

Julia went back to eating and talking with everyone except for the unnamed man. He stared at me while he plucked cherry tomatoes from the end of his fork. There was no ring on his finger, but he wore an expensive watch and sapphire cufflinks.

I cut a piece of salmon and dragged it through the sauce. It dripped on the way to my mouth. I collected the smear of sauce from my lip and sucked it off my finger.

“Use your napkin.” Julia pushed it closer. She resumed her conversation, and I did it again.

The man tilted his head ever so slightly in the direction of the men’s room. I flicked a look at Julia. His smile widened as he drank the last of his wine.

“Ladies, gentlemen, if you would excuse me, I’m going to step out on the veranda for a smoke.” The man made his way through the crowd of tables.

Off to my right, a woman laughed. Her blonde hair fell in a curtain over her shoulders. A minuscule table separated her from an equally lovely young man. Their hands made love to each other between their glasses of wine.

Every so often, they would share a bite of food, and he would lean close enough to whisper in her ear.

An elderly couple sat behind them. Their table was also small, but they’d moved their chairs to one side. The subtle smiles they shared were twice as powerful.

I drank some wine to soothe the dryness in my throat. After another excruciating minute, I pushed back my chair. “Would you excuse me, please, while I make use of the facilities?”

Julia’s hand locked onto my wrist. “You have guests.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“It’s rude to leave the table.” She squeezed five burning points into my skin.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

She did not let go.

“I promise.”

She still didn’t let go.

“It’s right across the room. You can see the door from here.”

Her grip loosened. “Don’t take too long.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Her heated stare pressed against my back all the way to the men’s room. The man with no name stood at the sink washing his hands.

There was no one at the urinals, and all the stall doors were slightly open. As luck would have it, the closet-like design offered maximum privacy.

I entered the one at the end. The man with no name joined me. He locked the door and shoved me into the corner.

“Took you long enough.” He attacked my mouth.

“Julia doesn’t trust me.”

“Really? Does she have a reason not to trust you, Mr. Duvoe?” He bit my ear, and I hissed.

“Absolutely.”

“Good.”

Our tongues returned to battle. I pulled his hair, and he twisted one of my nipples through my shirt.

“I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you.” The man worked his belt with one hand.

“Allow me.” I knelt and set him free. He grabbed the back of my head and forced me to take his cock to the back of my throat. I swallowed, massaging his length.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Paris, like no one ever has. You’re going to choke on me. You’re going to beg me to stop.” He rolled his hips. “And maybe if you’re good enough, I will.” He yanked me back only to slam himself down my throat again. “That’s it. God, yes, just like that.” He pumped his hips. “Suck harder.” I did. “Yes. Yes. Just like that.”

I fought to keep pace and unbuckle my pants.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself.” He drew out until only the tip of him was between my lips, but before I could catch my breath, he forced his cock to the back of my throat. “Goddamn, you’ve got a good mouth.”

The scent of male musk overpowered his expensive cologne, flavoring every breath he allowed me to take.

Then he held me. Filling my throat until there was no room for air.

I rolled a look up at him, but his features were lost under the tears pooling in my eyes.

“Aw, Paris. Why are you crying?” He wiped my cheek a with manicured fingers. I breathed through my nose, and he pinched it shut. “No cheating.”

I glared at him.

“Is something wrong? Is there something you need maybe?”

Black stars burst in front of my eyes.

“It’s easy to take breathing for granted until you can’t do it.”

I groaned.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”

He pulled out, and I gasped for breath.

“Now what were you trying to say?” He petted my face. “Maybe ‘stop, I can’t take it, it’s too much’?”

I met his gaze and smiled. “Is that the best you can do?”

He laughed. “You are something, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“Stand up.” I did, and he spun me around. “Hands on the wall.” He worked my pants open.

“There’s a condom in my wallet.”

“That’s nice.”

“Use it.”

“No, thank you.”

“Julia’s rules.”

There was a second where he paused. Then he dug a hand through my pants pocket.

“Other side.”

He dropped my wallet on the floor. “I hate these fucking things.”

“Yeah, and I hate my sister.”

“You sound like you’re scared of her.” He flicked the wrapper, and it landed next to my shoe. “Are you?”

“Do you plan on sticking your dick in my ass or not?”

“Patience. Damn thing is slick as…there.” He painted the lubricant left on his fingers over my opening.

The man pushed just enough to work the fat head beyond the ring of muscle of my hole, then took me in one hard shove. “God…I bet you feel ten times as good without the condom.”

“Too bad you’ll never find out.”

“Don’t worry,” He thrust. “I’ll find a way”—he grunted—“for you to make it up to me.” I tilted my hips to change the angle and had to bury a cry into my arm.

“One day, I’ll have you somewhere you won’t get to hide those sounds. I’ll make you sing, Paris. Just like a little bird.”

I clenched my ass, and he barked in surprise. I laughed.

“Fuck. Definitely going to have you again.” He pulled me back while he went forward, slamming our bodies together.

My gut knotted up, sharpening the pleasure. He might have only been average in size, but he obviously knew how to make the best of it.

“Still think that’s funny?” He did it again, and the shock picked me up on my toes so far he almost slid out.

“You won’t have me again.”

“Who says?”

“I say.”

“From what I’ve heard, this ass I’m fucking has a price tag, and here I am using it without paying a cent.”

“Free”—Another sharp jab yanked the breath right out of me.—“sample.”

“Really now?”

“You have no idea what I can do.” I looked at him over my shoulder. “No idea.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to find out.”

“From what I’ve seen so far, you don’t stand a chance.”

The flush in his cheeks darkened. “What’s the price?”

“Fifty, sometimes sixty. Negotiate with Julia.”

The man reached around and grabbed my balls. “She’s not the one I’m fucking.”

“Not my call.”

He squeezed.

I gritted my teeth. “Fucking hell.”

“That’s right, cry like a little bitch.”

I pushed back against him, cutting his thrusts short. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. He grunted with every thrust. “Gonna come.”

The bathroom door whispered on its hinges. Laughter floated in, and voices followed. He froze with his cock buried in my ass.

“Might want to hold that thought.” I smirked.

“Shh—”

The hazy image of two men moved behind the slats in the door. They met at the urinals.

I leaned my head back until my lips almost brushed his cheek. “Maybe they’ll blow each other.”

My fuck buddy slapped his hand over my mouth. “I said shut up.”

I clenched my ass and rolled my hips. He glared at me. I laughed at him with my eyes.

Next to my ear, he whispered. “If you get me caught, I will do worse than fuck you raw.”

I did it again.

He all but crushed my face with his hand.

The two men unzipped and urinated.

“Are you up for a game this weekend?” the man on the left said.

Right guy shifted his weight. “Wedding anniversary.”

“See, I warned you not to get married. Ruins your life.”

“She’s a good woman.”

“Ruins the sex too.”

Righty laughed. “That’s why you keep friends with benefits.”

“So no golf?” Lefty finished. The sliced image of his gray slacks moved to the sink. There was a squeak, then the hiss of water.

I used the cover to gyrate my hips. This time when I tightened my muscles, I gave it everything I had. The scowl on my fuck buddy’s face turned hungry. I licked his palm.

Righty joined his friend. “I’ll see what I can do.” Whatever they said next was covered up by the dryer. It cut off, and their voices faded away as they left the bathroom.

My new friend rested his forehead between my shoulders and groaned.

I shook free of his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re ready to quit. I’m just getting started.”

He lifted his gaze. Anger seethed from his black, black eyes. “Better cram your fist in your mouth.” His hips shot forward.

I was able to grab the toilet paper dispenser to keep from falling, but I still wound up off balance with my head bent to the side until my ear was pressed to my shoulder.

Every thrust slammed my cheek into the wall until my jawbone throbbed. I pushed myself upright, but he gripped the back of my head and shoved me back into the corner. The man whose name I didn’t know fucked me so hard I couldn’t even inhale a full breath before it was knocked out of me again.

It wasn’t long before his body tensed. The jump of his cock was nearly lost to the thump of my heart in my ears.

“Turn around.”

I thought my muscles couldn’t scream any louder, but as I stood, the pain chomping at the nerves crescendoed in my spine. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t keep from trembling.

“I said turn around.” He grabbed me by my shoulder and pinned me to the wall. “Do you want to come?”

“Is that a trick question?”

He ran a finger down my aching cock. I bit back a plea.

“I’m definitely going to have to do something about that smart mouth.” He squeezed my cock. When I clenched my teeth, he laughed. “Hurt much?”

“Yeah.”

“But you like it.”

“Had better.”

His strokes quickened. Precum leaked from the tip of my cock until the foreskin rubbed the head with a wet sound.

The smug look on his face made me want to hold back just to see how long he could jack me before his hand gave out. I knew I could outlast him, but the last thing I needed was Julia hunting me down.

He twisted his wrist and at the same time did something with his thumb. A bolt shot up my cock, making me cry out, and I came. He continued to stroke me until the orgasm turned ugly and all I could do was writhe against the wall, pawing at his chest while every nerve in the head of my dick was set on fire.

Then he stopped, and my knees gave out.

“Right where you belong.” He tilted my head up and pushed his cum-coated fingers into my mouth. “That’s it. Every drop.”

I even licked his palm. When he was clean, he leaned down and kissed me.

“Better get back to dinner before we’re missed,” he said.

“Way past that already, I’m sure.”

He fixed his clothes, and left me to struggle to my feet. We stood side by side at the sink like strangers. I fully expected to look worse than I did. I washed my hands and ran my hand through my bangs.

“You first.” He nodded at the door.

The violence playing in Julia’s eyes was bright even from across the room. She’d long ago surpassed anger and shot into psychotic.

The man fell in behind me. He clapped me on the back of my shoulder and grinned. “Laugh like I’ve just told you the best joke in the world.”

I did. Julia’s gaze went from him to me. We stopped at the table.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, but Paris and I got to talking.”

“About what?” Julia looked at me when said it.

“His paintings,” the man said.

“Really?”

“Don’t worry, Julia, I didn’t reveal any of my trade secrets.” I sat.

“Your little brother is quite the salesman.”

Now she looked at him. “Excuse me?”

He drank from his wine glass. “Oh yes, he’s convinced me to commission him to do a mural in my summer home.”

“I didn’t know you did murals?” That from the balding guy.

“It would be my first.”

“How big a mural?” Julia said.

The man propped an elbow on the table and held his chin. “I don’t know the exact dimensions, but I am sure it will take a while. He would have to come stay with me. A week…maybe two.”

Julia coughed into her napkin. “I don’t know, Gregory, he’s very busy.”

“I’ll make sure to pay him a fair price. I figured we could start the bidding at three million.”

Mrs. Crayson dropped her fork. While everyone at the table stared at Gregory, Julia stared at me.

“Of course if it takes longer, I’ll be sure to compensate him.”

“Why, that’s very…uh…”

I leaned closer to Julia. “I think the word you’re looking for is generous.”

“Yes.” Julia plastered on a shiny happy expression. “Yes, thank you.”

“So then I’ll have my secretary call you to make the arrangements?” Gregory said.

“Yes. Please.”

“You’ve been holding out on us, Julia.” The older gentlemen on her left said. “We had no idea Paris could be commissioned for murals.”

“Would he be willing to fly to France?” His wife patted him on the hand. “He could paint on that enormous blank wall at the cottage.” She turned her attention back to us. “The interior designer has yet to come up with something acceptable.”

“I don’t know, Paris and I will have to…”

“We’ll pay for the flight, of course,” she said. “And the lodging.”

“You know.” Mrs. Crayson nodded at her husband. “Robert’s brother owns a charter company. A private jet would be much nicer than a commercial flight.”

While the two couples discussed the possibilities, Gregory stalked me from across the table.

“Please tell me you can paint murals,” Julia said.