BetweenTwoBillionairesCompleteStripped (20 page)

“
I'm
going to come inside you,” he warns. For a split second, I
panic, thinking about Tristan. But then I remember Shawn is actually
wearing a condom. It's just words.

He pants as he pumps
into me until he can't take it anymore. I listen to the sound of his
breath hitching as he reaches that euphoric place where heaven and
bodily pleasures collide. Almost immediately, he releases my wrists
and turns me over to face him, his cock never leaving my body.

I grin at him as he
thrusts slowly into me, milking out the last of his orgasm. His hand
slides between my legs and his fingers zero in on my clit. It only
takes a few swift circles coupled with his big cock inside of me to
make me follow suit, my body clamping around his dick as contractions
assault my nether region.

“
Oh,
it's so good,” I whisper to no one in particular. It's better
than good. It's amazing. And I'm a bit sad it's over.

He pulls out of me
and crawls up onto the bed, resting his head on the pillow. I join
him, placing the pillow that was beneath my stomach beside his
pillow, though I rest my head on his pillow instead, rolling over to
look at him. He seems completely satisfied, laying with his arms
crossed beneath his head, staring up at the ceiling and catching his
breath.

“
I
hate you,” I tell him. “I hate you both.”

“
Why?”
He grins at me.

“
Because
this isn't who I am. This isn't who I was supposed to be. I'm the
girl who was supposed to only have sex with the man she was going to
marry.”

“
It's
a little late for that now.” He gives me a sarcastic look.

“
I
know,” I sigh. “I guess I'm just disappointed in myself.
I had sex with Tristan because I thought he was perfect. And then . .
. things went wrong. And now here I am with you. I feel like you two
have turned me into a slut.”

“
You've
only been with the two of us. That doesn't make you a slut.”
His words are stern and somehow calming, as if he's actually angry
that I would call myself a slut. It makes me feel better.

I roll against him
and walk my fingers across his chest. “So what happens now?”

“
What
do you mean?”

“
With
us. What happens with us?” It's a dangerous question. This is
where I give him the power to hurt me irreparably. If this was just a
fuck to him, I'll be crushed.

“
That
completely depends on you, Sarah.” As if avoiding further
conversation, Shawn sits up, rolls out of bed, and goes to find his
clothes.

I sigh in discontent
as I watch him. Liar. He's definitely not a cuddler. He only said
that to get in my pants. That's the kind of guy he is. He's wicked
and selfish and I just . . . Ugh. Why did I let this happen?

“
I
suppose it's time for me to go,” my voice sounds strained. It's
better to show myself out than to have him kick me out.

“
Do
you want something to eat?” he asks as he pulls his boxers up
over his beautiful, now flaccid cock.

“
Food.
Yeah,” I grumble as I sit up to get dressed as well. At least,
he's not kicking me out right away.

We put on our
clothes in near silence, and as the seconds tick by, tension and
awkwardness fill the room. It's like cold air started to leak in from
somewhere the second he came. This is the Shawn I'm used to, the
mysterious man who seems so closed off from everyone. I don't like
him. I prefer the Shawn who was downstairs with me watching the
movie. I prefer the Shawn who is more like Tristan.

Tristan. What have I
done?

I try to hide the
depression sweeping over me as Shawn leads me out of his bedroom. The
way he places his hand on the small of my back reminds me of the same
way he herded me at the coffee shop. He makes sure he's in control of
everything. I can't go back, only forward.

As we begin
descending the stairs, I hear the sound of a door closing. My eyes
flit up to the foyer just in time to see Tristan walking through it
and towards us. The sound of our footsteps on the stairs draws his
attention up to us. It feels like my heart stops beating when our
eyes meet, as if he can see right through me to what I've just done.
I want to die.

“
Hey,”
he says hesitantly when we meet at the bottom of the stairs. “I
didn't expect to see you here.”

Shawn flashes him a
charming smile, hiding his betrayal completely, as if lying is second
nature to him. “She wanted to be here when you got back from
your trip.”

The son of a bitch
knew Tristan was coming home. He set me up. I can't believe it.

It takes everything
in me to fight the tears threatening to line my eyes, but it's still
not enough. “Yeah.” I nod, trying to hide my face. “I
missed you. I wanted to see you.”

“
Hey
now.” Tristan pulls me into his arms, and I break out into full
sobs. My God, what have I done? “It's alright. I'm glad you're
here. I'm so sorry about what happened the other night in the car.
I've been wanting to apologize, but I just—” He holds me
close and inhales deeply.

It feels as if
someone has just driven a knife through my heart and twisted it. I
know why he stopped talking. I know he smells Shawn's cologne all
over me. There's no way he could miss is. The scent of sweat and sex
and Shawn. Mostly Shawn.

“
I
have to go to the bathroom.” I pull out of his arms and prepare
to jog back upstairs.

“
The
downstairs bathroom is working now.” Shawn points in the
direction of the downstairs bathroom nonchalantly.

“
Thanks.”
I can't even look at Tristan as I make my escape.

If my car was here,
I would run to it and never look back. I've really screwed things up.
I allowed Shawn to lie to me and seduce me and twist things until he
had me right in the palm of his hand. He was never trying to look out
for Tristan. He was trying to make sure we broke up. As much as I
want to be angry at him though, I only have myself to blame. I could
have said no. I could have resisted him. I could have chosen not to
believe all the bullshit that he was feeding me. What am I going to
do now?

I find the bathroom,
lock the door behind myself, sit on the toilet, and cry. This is a
nightmare. Worse than a nightmare. The thought of having to face
Tristan again makes me sick to my stomach, especially since he knows.
How could he not know?

It takes a good ten
minutes for me to recompose myself. By some miracle, neither of the
two guys come after me.

I don't want to face
Tristan again, but I know I have to. Hopefully, we can be cordial
until I can get Shawn to take me home. Then I won't ever see either
of them again. That's the best solution to this. My heart is broken,
but it will mend. Time heals most things.

I wrap my arms
around myself and walk through the house with my head hung low. Is
this what the walk of shame looks like? Shawn used me for a one-night
stand. I'm no longer naive enough to think it was anything more than
that.

I won't explain what
happened to Tristan. He's been through too much. If Shawn wants to
tell him what happened, he can. After I'm long gone.

I head toward the
sound of their voices, which is coming from the kitchen. As I get
closer, I realize they're talking about me. It makes me stop dead in
my tracks. While I know that eavesdropping is wrong, I just can't
help it. This may be the only way I can find out if Tristan suspects
something.

“
Does
she know the truth about Kelly yet?” Tristan asks.

“
Some
of it. I told her it wasn't your fault,” Shawn replies sternly.

“
It
was my fault though,” he sighs.

“
Trist,
you really need to stop blaming yourself. You're never going to get
over it if you don't stop blaming yourself.”

“
It
was my fault though, Shawn. You know it as well as I do,” he
hesitates. “So you didn't tell her the other part?”

“
It's
not my place. That's a you thing. I think it's important for you to
tell her yourself.”

“
I
don't want to tell her,” Tristan's words are short.

“
History
isn't going to repeat itself. You've seen to that. We're doing things
your way this time. She has no reason not to want you.”

“
My
way,” he repeats. “How did that go, by the way? Did the
two of you . . .”

“
Yes.
It wasn't easy getting her up to my room. You know how she is. She
was probably thinking of you the entire time.”

“
I
doubt that,” he huffs.

“
She
loves you, Tristan.”

“
I
want her to love both of us. It's not fair if she doesn't.”

“
She
might, over time. You know I'm not exactly her type.”

“
You're
everyone's type,” Tristan lets out a short laugh. “I
remember you stealing my girlfriends in high school.”

“
This
isn't the same thing.” Shawn doesn't sound amused.

“
No.
It's not. This is necessity. If she wants me, she's going to have to
be willing to be with both of us.”

CHAPTER TWO

My mouth falls
agape. Are they being serious? I can't believe it. They've been
playing me. This whole thing was planned. Tristan wanted me to sleep
with Shawn. Shawn wasn't lying. This was all for his brother. But
what about me? Where do my feelings fall into the equation? Did they
even think about that?

I can't stand here
and listen anymore. I just can't. I stomp into the room with anger
painting my face red. “You assholes.”

If looks could kill,
they would both drop dead on the spot. I've never seen two men look
so shocked. It's as if they've been caught with their hands in the
cookie jar. In my cookie jar.

“
Sarah.”
Tristan is the first to break his surprised stance. He approaches me
with a smile, reaching his hand up to touch my shoulder, but I pull
away from him.

“
Don't
you fucking touch me!” That's not a word I typically use, but
I'm so ripe with rage that I don't have much control over what comes
out of my mouth at this point.

“
How
long were you standing there?” Shawn asks nonchalantly. I want
to punch that uncaring expression right off of his pretty face.

“
Long
enough to hear that you two sick sons of bitches planned this whole
thing.”

“
Sarah,
I'm sorry. Let me explain.” Tristan seems pained. I couldn't
give two shits about that though.

“
Explain
it to him.” I point to Shawn. “I'm done listening to all
the lies you two have been feeding me. Do you think this is some kind
of sick game, toying with my feelings like this?”

Tristan opens his
mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Shawn stares at me as if he
could burn a hole right through me with his icy gaze. It infuriates
me that I smell like him, that I . . .

“
You
know what, forget it. I can't stand either of you right now. I'll get
my own ride.” I turn to walk out of the house, but Tristan
gives chase. He grabs my wrist to stop me, and I reflexively turn and
slap him as hard as I can.

“
Don't
you . . .”
fucking
touch me
.
No, I won't say it. I'm better than that. “I'm leaving.”
I jerk my hand away from him and keep walking. He's frozen in place,
his head turned to the side, his lips parted in disbelief. It's the
last thing I see of him before I make it out the front door.

My hands tremble as
I reach in my purse for my phone and call Ethel. “Come pick me
up at the party house.” It's all I can say without bursting
into uncontrollable sobs. I don't even give her a chance to respond.
She'll come. She's my sister.