17 years
He didn't give a shit about the Fourth of July celebrations. However the endless supply of liquor was rather hard to pass by. He could drown his sorrow in alcohol. Not that anyone would notice. Everyone usually didn't pay much attention to him.
He wasn't the golden boy like Dylan was. He liked it that way if it took attention off of him.
"There you are. I have been looking all over for you." Vivian muttered.
He didn't care that his date for the night was looking for him. If anything, he wanted to be as far as possible from her. Inviting her for the party was for a distraction. That hadn't worked out like he had hoped.
Vivian was too needy and too available. The naivety disgusted him. That hadn't stopped him from fingering her against the wall in his room earlier. He had let her give him a blow job. Even the orgasm hadn't satiated the hole in his chest.
Tonight marked the tenth anniversary of his parent's death. Not that any of the people at the party gave a damn.
"Why were you looking for me?" Lyon gripped the glass in his hand harder.
"I want to dance."
"I don't want to dance." he replied in a hard voice.
"I don't understand why you invited me in the first place if you keep avoiding me." Vivian complained.
He was no longer focusing on what she said. His eyes sought out the woman in the black dress. What did she think?
"Fuck you Lancaster. All you had to say is that you were more into your cousin's ex girlfriend." Vivian glared. None of her words actually hurt. Infact he was happy that she was no longer whining about attention.
Tara looked like she would rather be anywhere than this party. At least they both felt the same way about the party. He followed her with his gaze watching the fake smile each time her father introduced her to someone.
She saw her with Dylan and something in his chest burned. If his memory served him right, he was the same man that had cheated on her. Why was she smiling with him? He drowned the rest of the liquor down his throat. It didn't burn enough compared to the feeling in his chest.
The thought that the two were back with each other made her sick. Dylan didn't deserve her. No one deserved her.
The clouds rumbled after a lightning struck. It was going to rain. He wished it would come earlier so the party would end.
They reached for the glass at the same time. It was intentional on his end.
"You take it." she muttered.
"I think you need it more than me." he said. She narrowed her eyes at him.
She walked away. He caught up with her.
"I am not into the games you want to play tonight."
"Who said I am playing any games?"
"I preferred the you that hated talking to me."
"Hate is quite a strong word." he muttered.
"What do you want?" she lifted a brow.
"Are you back with him?" She followed his gaze to Dylan.
"That's none of your business." she glared hard.
"Isn't that the guy whose dick you found in another girl's mouth?"
"You're such an asshole Lancaster."
"I don't always play getaway driver for girls running away from their cheating boyfriends."
He was hurting. He needed someone to hurt. She was easy to rile.
"Fuck you. Stay away from me."
He actually obeyed. She walked away into the crowd. He drowned all the contents of the glass down his throat. He didn't bother her anymore.
The heavens heard his prayers. Just after the fireworks, it began to rain. Everyone scattered inside the house except him. He walked into the rain like he was invincible. Perhaps it could wash away his hurt.
A hand pulled him out of his insanity. His eyes met with the angry blue ones.
"Have you lost your goddamn mind?" Tara scolded.
He grinned. Maybe he had.
"Goodness gracious! What happened to you two?" The house keeper, Miss Foster exclaimed.
"I don't care about your explanations. You two need to dry yourselves before you catch a cold."
"Now."
That was his cue to walk upstairs to his room avoiding a few gazes from the guests that had stayed. He could hear her footsteps following him.
She locked the door behind them.
"What do you think you are doing?" Lyon arched a brow.
She didn't reply.
"What was that a while back in the rain? Have you got a death wish?"
"Rain doesn't kill people Thompson." he rolled his eyes.
"But you could get sick."
"Does that mean that you care?" He stared into her eyes.
She was speechless. Of course she didn't care. The only person she cared about was herself and her piece of shit excuse of a lying boyfriend.
"Go to him."
Her eyes widened in confusion. She could pretend all she wanted but he knew she wanted him.
"You're ridiculous!" she gritted.
"Come on Thompson. You can fool the others but not me."
"Why is it that you hate Dylan so much?" she spat.
Her question made him angrier. She was oblivious to the truth.
"Get out!"
"Not until you tell me the truth Lancaster. I used to think it was me you hated but no. You hated me because I was with Dylan. So what about him?"
She was pushing all his buttons tonight. He wasn't sure he was in his right mind. Not sure she would like the answer she was searching for.
He was suddenly in her space. The wall behind her was the limit. He caged her in-between his arms. She had the fiery look in her eyes as she glared up at him.
"Be careful what you wish for darling."
The words were hard but the fire was still present in her eyes.
"What do you have against Dylan?"
She made his head hurt that she was on his side.
"The right question should be what do I have against you?"
"What do you have against me?" she hissed.
"Everything." He circled his hand round her neck feeling how dainty it was. He was sure one snap of it would be enough to snuff the life out of her.
"Are you jealous of me Lyon Lancaster?"
"Jealous?"
He laughed incredulously.
"I think you are jealous." she continued.
"Watch what you say to me." he warned.
"Or what?" she challenged.
His other hand ghosted the side of her rib until he held her tight against him. His dick twitched. It had been torture watching her in the tight black dress all evening. Now that she was wet and dump and dripping down on his floor, she was a temptation.
For years, he'd kept his interest to himself, never getting too close. It was easy to pretend that he hated her. It hurt less.
"Lancaster."
Was that a moan? Was the closeness affecting her liked it did him. He needed to test the theory. He cupped her face and sealed their lips. It was only a matter of time before she pushed him away but she didn't.
This urged her to open his lips and consume her whole. She welcomed his lips like a starved woman. The fireworks that he had witnessed tonight didn't compare to the ones in his stomach. He held her closer, his dick painfully alert.
His hand on her waist moved lower cupping her ass. She moaned. It was heaven on earth. Who would have thought that Tara Thompson could moan so beautifully? She snaked his arms around him pulling him closer.
They pulled away for oxygen. Had the spell suddenly worn off?
"I..."
"Shhh!"
She shushed her with her finger on his lips.
"I was really serious about hating the talkative you."
He was surprised. He expected her to bolt out of the door back into the arms of her boyfriend.
"Can you be quiet just for a while?"
He kissed her again lifting her from the ground. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively. She moaned softly when she kissed her neck. He tugged on her nipples with his thumb, she scratched his back. She was as turned on as he was.
Tara didn't stop him when he hiked her dress up and neither when his fingers rubbed her bare pussy.
Lyon enjoyed every second of her in his arms. He didn't know how much he needed this until he heard the little noises she made while she fingered her. She was so puty in his arms. The feeling of her orgasm against his fingers was his favorite drug.
Unfortunately, that had been the switch. She untangled herself from him, apologized and bolted out of his room.
It was a terrible day for him. But there was nothing terrible about the smell of her on his fingers or the noises she made when she came or when she pleaded for him not to stop. She could hide from her desires all she wanted.
She could pretend that she hated him but the evidence of her desire glistened against fingers. She could feed herself all the lies in the world but it wasn't over yet.