“Very good,” Jen says, her lips forming a thin line. She’s draped between Tristan and Danny, holding Danny’s hand. “I assume you only do covers?” Bitch.
“The second one is one of her own,” the low dry voice replies before I can, and I look up at him, surprised. How did Danny Walker know that?
“Hmmm, yeah, actually, it was one of mine.”
A drunk bloke pushes me from behind. “Dolly Parton! Do Dolly!”
“I don’t do Dolly requests,” I snap at him, creating distance between us.
“Dolly,” he roars again. “Come on, you’ve got the jugs for it!
My mouth drops open.
“Back off,” Tristan growls behind me. “Who the fuck is that guy?” he mutters to Danny.
“Come on, Dolly bird.” the guy continues, misreading the wrath of Tristan. People are staring now.
“It’s not American Country; it’s Irish Country, you moron.” I bite back. “Now back off… you
Dolly loving dick.”
It was the best insult I could muster.
“If you talk to my sister again like that, I’ll rip you a new asshole. I don’t know who you are with but fuck off out of here before I do something I really regret.”
I smile. Sometimes having a bad-tempered big brother is great.
***
Danny
Get a grip, man.
I down the rest of the glass like it’s cheap scotch rather than one of the world’s oldest single malts.
My knuckles squeeze the glass so hard I might break it.
I’d been saving that malt for a special occasion, but it was called for tonight. I needed something to take the edge off.
I’d jerked off twice alone, in the dark, in my office. I laugh at my own patheticness.
Not my typical end to a Tristan party.
I wonder what she’s doing. Did she go home with anyone? There were enough rich fucks there trying. Is she having sex with one of them right now? That jazz singer looked like he fancied his chances.
My dick’s been throbbing ever since I clocked that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her naked back, the subtle outline of her nipples… what chance did I have after that?
Why did Tristan even let her out dressed like that?
It took all my restraint not to get on the stage and fuck her senseless in front of everyone. Bend her over and go so deep she couldn’t walk for a week.
I close my eyes to relive the swell of those breasts in the sheer top. One tug, and I would have ripped that top clean off. Her jeans were so tight around her ass they could have been painted on. The rip along the top of her knee; I longed to tear that rip the whole way up to her crotch.
Those lips, fuck those full sexy lips that I could only get away with staring at when she was singing. Imagining those lips wrapped around my cock drinking me up. My cock twinges at the thought of her kneeling in front of me, eyes looking up as I hit the back of her throat.
Begging me to unload in her mouth.
On stage, she was so in control, so sassy I nearly came right there in my pants. I had to keep readjusting myself like a dirty old man.
For such a possessive brother, I don’t know why Tristan allows her on stage at those parties.
I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only bloke there with his hands in his pockets. She had us all captivated. All pussy-whipped.
The type of girl to bring a man to his knees and beg her to allow him to taste her.
I was just another man in the audience lusting over the younger girl. So now I’m a fucking cliche, I laugh to myself. This is what happens past 40.
If Tristan knew, he’d beat me senseless.
It’s one itch I can never scratch. He’d warned me enough times for me to know that the friendship would be over if I took a crack at his little sister.
He knows me too well. A few fucks, and she would be out of my system, then I’d lose the best friendship I ever had.
Someday he’s going to notice the massive boner I’m hiding when she’s around. I can’t put my finger on why she gets under my skin, sure she’s hot, but I’ve had my fill of beautiful women. It’s rare I get erections just on sight. Perhaps it’s because she looks at me with such venom I know without a doubt how much she despises me.
Perhaps it’s because she’s one of the only women in the city I can’t touch.
Her mother was videoing her tonight.
I need to get my hands on that video; I wonder how I’ll wrangle that from Tristan without it looking suspicious.
I smirk at the thought of asking Mrs. Finnegan for a video of her daughter singing so I can add it to my wank bank.
The knots in my shoulders tighten. I should have sorted a plan by now. I can’t have that temptation in the office.
I’ll offer her an obnoxious sum that she can’t refuse.
Before I do something I immediately regret.
I laugh out loud. Am I losing my game in old age? I’m in the middle of the 5 million quid acquisition, and my number one issue is my best friend’s baby sister, who I’d like to fuck, happens to be an employee? “Danny?”
“Huh?” Jen is at the door of my office. I don’t know how long she’s been standing there.
“Are you coming to bed?” She looks at me with wide eyes. “It’s 2am.”
“In a minute,” I nod curtly, pouring myself a top-up. I’ve nearly polished off the bottle.
I’m going to have to shag Jen senseless to get the image of tonight out of my head.
Then first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll call Tristan and explain what I need to do. He’s a businessman; he’ll understand my justification.
But first… I push my boxers down and grip my hard cock staring at her sweet lips on the Facebook profile.