Hers (18 page)

We share the en-suite bathroom while we clean up our mid-workday quickie.

Levi heads on his way, and I sit down for hours of work. By lunchtime, I haven't budged, and it seems like the ocean of work is only getting deeper. I should just hire someone to do this shit for me. Now
that’s
a good idea.
Note to self: get Livie to hire yet another fucking assistant.

I have lunch delivered and even though I can still feel Levi's delicious release inside my body from this morning, my mood is getting worse and worse. Around three, my office intercom buzzes, and Olivia comes to life on the other end. Happy as usual. “Miss James, Star is here for you.”

The last thing I want to deal with. Why in the fuck would she come to my work? She fucking knows better than to ever bring her bullshit into my office. All these years, all these mother fucking years, and she decides she has to corner me in my office?

“Send her in.”

When she walks through the door, I can tell she’s been up all night; her hair is pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head with loose strands falling all around her face. Her face is bright red, like she hasn't stopped crying. The beautiful brightness in her blue eyes is gone, replaced with a void look of desperation, and she’s wearing the same clothes she left my penthouse in the night before. Then I see them. The bruises. There is a large one on her upper thigh. A handprint across her face, which was hidden by the redness of her cheeks. A small purple mark at the side of her eye and, when she removes her coat, I see them clear as day. Two large bruises around her neck. The kind of marks left behind when someone really wants to do some damage.

My heart stops. I am still so mad at her, but every protective gene in my body kicks in, and I have only one question. “Who did this to you, Star?” As much as I am still really fucking pissed about her betrayal, I can't bear to see her, let alone anyone, on the receiving end of this kind of a beating.

“Blue.” She collapses into the chair in front of my desk and the crying begins. “Seven, I didn't want to. I never wanted to. But he threatened to tell everyone what I did. He has held it over my head for years.” She makes absolutely no sense. What could he hold over her head that I wouldn't already know? Maybe a secret from our parents, but in all the years we have been Star and Seven, she has never kept anything from me.

Her sobs get louder, and her hands come up to cover her face. Her entire body heaves as her breathing becomes labored, and then she says it. “Seven, I had a baby. Blue's baby. The year you left for college.”

Shocked isn't the right word to describe my feelings. I am appalled and sickened. I am hurt and saddened. I am furious and seething. But what I am mostly surprised at are my feelings of pity and concern for the broken woman sitting across from me. The woman who has needed me more than I have needed her throughout our lives. I feel responsible for letting that scumbag get his hands on her. I should have been able to protect her, just like I should have protected her last night instead of kicking her out.

I come around my desk, and pull her up from the chair, wrapping my arms around her body and holding her as tight as I can. Hoping I’m not hurting her. She cries and cries. One of those ugly cries. I just stand and hold her.

“I'm so sorry, Seven. I never meant to hurt you.” The last thing she needs to be doing in her state is apologizing to me. That is for damn sure.

“It's okay Star. He won't hurt you again. I will make sure of that. I am going to have Clyde take you to my penthouse until I get home. You are also going to fill out a police report detailing exactly what he did to you.” She nods, and gathers her things.

“And Star?” She turns back to me, a small smile trying to poke through the grim expression plastered to her face. “Where is the baby?” I know it is probably the wrong question to ask, but I can't stop thinking about the child who is out there somewhere. God, it would have to be almost ten or eleven.

She wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, “I don't know, Seven. After she was born, my parents took her to a commune upstate, and I never saw her again. Christmas Day, she will be eleven.”

She turns and walks out the door, and I sink into my office chair feeling like the weight of the world has just been dropped on my shoulders. First Blue will pay, and then I will find this little girl who was taken from Star. Looking at the clock on my computer, I notice it’s been over an hour. I have a meeting to head to, and sometime before the end of the day, I need to explain my new house-guest to Levi, who apparently is becoming a more permanent fixture around my penthouse.

Sharing

My phone buzzes with a text from Levi as my town car pulls away from the Alexander Mobile building.

Meeting with PI and my lawyer, will be a little late. See you around 8.

Clyde slows the car at the curb of my building, but before I step out, the partition slowly rolls down, and the friendly older man, who has been a trusted employee for years speaks.

“Everything okay Miss James?” He is concerned, concerned like a father should be. Something I have never experienced from anyone, not even my own father.

“Yeah, Clyde. Life is good.”

Until I self district, I should say. But, I don't.

When I walk into my penthouse, I see a small bag by the couch. Star's overnight bag is open and a couple pieces of clothing are pulled out. I hear water running in the distance, and hope she is using the guest bathroom because all I want to do right now is take a damn shower, throw on a baggy pair of sweatpants, and veg out until Levi comes in for the night. I feel like I have been hit by a Mack truck of work. The worst part of it all is that I still have more to do tomorrow.

I walk into my bedroom to see clothes on my floor, and I know she’s using my shower. It’s big enough for a small army, but with the events of the day, would it really be a good idea to go and jump in with her? Granted we have been showering together since we were like five years old, but after the fallout of the past day, I just don't know. Then my slut charged mind kicks in.
Seven, go take your shower, in your fucking shower. She is lucky you are going to forgive her, for fuck’s sake!

I open my bathroom door, and the room is full of steam. The mirrors are all fogged up, and the glass doors of the shower stall are the same. I can hear her humming to herself, and I recognize that her mood has improved some since she left my office. I worry about her, and now her years of depression seem completely justified. I’d always thought the worst. Like someone had abused her as a child, because given the crowd our parents ran with, I’m downright surprised we hadn't been targets.

“Star?” I say, while I start to unbutton the blouse I wore for the day.

“Seven? You're home.”
Was that a question?

“Yeah, I need to get in there. It has been quite the damn day.” I continue to undress, and wait to hear the water turn off and see her step out of my shower. But she doesn't. “Are you okay in there, Star?” She is unusually quiet, and I battle between opening the foggy glass doors, or just hightailing it to the other bathroom down the hall.

“I'm fine, Seven. Are you coming in or not?” Well, I guess that answers that question. I stand at the glass doors for a minute debating whether or not this is a good idea. I mean, of course, I think she is attractive, but I’m still kind of mad at her. At least I don't have a dick that would give my arousal away.

Against my better judgment, which is a pattern in my life, I open the door of the shower.

I stop in my tracks when I see her. Completely naked, white suds covering her body. One hand rests on one of her large breasts; the other falls somewhere between her legs. I don't know if I should turn and look the other way, or get out. I do neither.

I can feel moisture pooling between my legs, and I can tell you for fucking certain that it isn't from the showerhead I just turned on. Her gaze never leaves mine, and we stand and stare at each other for minutes.

“Like what you see, Seven?” she speaks and my knees could buckle.
Like what I see? Fuck, yeah.
When have I
not
liked that hot little body? I can't form words to answer her question, but I nod.

“It has been so long, Seven.” She moves a step toward me. Her words remind me of just how long it’s been since I’ve felt her body pressed against mine. Evan wouldn't share, and I hated him for that.

“It has,” I reply.

She takes another step toward me. My pierced nipples stand at attention, goosebumps spread across my skin, and my breathing slowly increases. “I've missed you, Seven.” Another step, and her breasts press against mine. She leans in, and I can feel her breath on my neck. “I want you.” Her words are clear as day; they send a shiver through my body. She knows I want her just as much as she wants me.

“Star,” I start in protest, Levi entering my mind, but before I can say anything else, her lips are on mine. She licks and sucks on my mouth, all while pressing her slick soapy body against mine. Our nipples graze each other’s and I feel my clit throbbing with need for relief.

Her lips pull away, and I have to get the words out. “Star, share. You have to share. I can't be yours.” But my declaration doesn't stop her. She continues her lips down my collarbone, heading right for my breasts. My hands run through her wet, silky hair as she takes one of my nipples in her mouth. Pleasure fills my body as she sucks on my it, occasionally tugging on the barbell with her teeth. Her free hand snakes between my legs, inserting one finger at a time into my soaked cunt.

Her lips continue down my body, cherishing every inch with divine licks and kisses, only stopping when she comes to my glistening pussy. Wet and ready. My back is firmly pressed against the wall, as the warm water continues cascading around us. Her fingers part the lips, and her tongue licks and teases my tender clit. The minor contact sends my body into overdrive. My lips part and moan in appreciation. It feels so fucking good. Her mouth teases and nibbles on my bud, before her tongue slowly dips inside my center.

“Oh God! That feels so fucking good.” I can't help myself. Shit, I have missed her mouth on my cunt.

“What the fuck?” I hear a deep voice bellow from outside the glass doors, just as the door swings open. Levi stands there, clearly seeing red. Until his eyes land on Star.

I jump, and Star pulls away. We both stand there, looking at Levi, waiting to see what is going to happen next. “I told you, Star. You have to share.” I nod at Levi, who is standing there with his mouth hanging open.

“I'm sorry, Levi. But if you want to join us, you are welcome. We were kind of...” I pause for a second, thinking of the right way to describe what he just walked in on. “Making up.”

He starts pulling at his clothes, like he can’t get them off fast enough. “One rule.” I speak up, as my mind starts racing with what is about to happen. I’ve had threesomes in my time, but none with anyone that has meant an ounce of anything to me. “You must wear a condom if you fuck her. You can bareback me all you want. Her, no dice.”

He nods and continues to strip down. As his boxer-briefs fall to the floor, Star lets out a gasp. “I guess that is why you keep this one around,” she giggles and continues staring at his gorgeous cock. If she only knew it was so much more than his impressive dick. “Come here, Levi.” For the first time in my life, I feel something new. Jealousy. Possession. I don’t want to share him with Star, or anyone. What would have been a fun game to me before is quickly becoming something that just may send me into a rage.

I push the irrational feelings to the back of my mind, and claim what’s mine.

“Fuck me, now. Up against this wall. Hard and fast.”

His arms wrap around my waist, and I wrap my legs around him, pressing the heels of my feet into his ass. Star stands alongside us, watching, as her fingers roll over her clit and push inside her wet pussy.

In one hard thrust, Levi plows his dick completely inside of me. I feel him bottoming out but he doesn't slow down one bit. He follows instructions carefully, fucking me hard against the shower wall. His hand reaches between us, grazing his thumb over my swollen clit, and I can feel my release come crashing down around me.

“Fuck! Levi! So fucking good. Fuck my pussy good!”

He continues thrusting inside me, harder with each push. “Your pussy is fucking heaven,” he says, as I feel his dick find his release deep inside me. “Oh fuck,” he whispers against my neck, before his lips collide on mine. He feasts upon my mouth while his dick coats my pussy with his seed, cuing my second orgasm of the night. I pant into his mouth, trying to catch my own breath, completely forgetting about the audience next to us until Star starts moaning in her release. She watches us fuck, as she rides her own fingers, and I think I could die from how fucking hot it is.

He slowly pulls out of me. Without a second thought, I instruct Star, “Lick my cunt clean.”

Levi grunts, and his hand reaches down for his semi-erect cock and begins stroking as Star lowers to her knees in front of my soaked pussy. She wastes no time getting to work, licking and sucking on my used pussy, cleaning every ounce of Levi's come from me. My clit hums in appreciation, and my body is ready for another release.