Chapter 6

I played with the edge of my floral dress. It was a well fitted halter top summer dress. My hair, half up, cascaded beautifully down in curls. My make up ethereal and soft. I was the vision of perfection. My mind was not.

I knew no one in the crowd around me. Worse. they didn't want to know me.

Melody had flutter away to be a good host. The boys were hosting a number of games. I was the designated wall flower. I had a drink in hand and had said hello to everyone. They would smile politely and engage in a couple lines of small talk, and then I wa promptly cut out. I wasn't a part of this world. I didn't belong here.

I gazed down at the rum and coke in my glass. My third. The buzz in my head did not help with the increasing feeling of not being able to breath. My eyes started to heat. I slammed back the rest of the drink in an effort to chase away the tears. It didn't help. I couldn't cry in front of these people.

I moved my way through the crowd into an unknown door. It led to a curving stair that led to a wine cellar. With the door closed the corridor was quiet. I stopped halfway down the stairs and leaned against the stone wall. I tried to take slow deep breaths. It was working, I was feeling better. Then the door opened and shut again.

"What are you doing down here?" Jareth asked from the top of the stairs. I looked up at him. I clearly had not cleared the 'Im going to cry' look from my face, because his immediately showed deep concern. He came down the stairs to stand in front of me. "Are you okay?" He rested one hand on the wall by my head. The other gently cupped my cheek.

"I'll be okay." I did not sound convincing. He searched my face and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. He leaned in a little closer.

"Did something happen?" His voice was so soft and warm. I shook my head no. I looked up into his ocean eyes. Damn this vice on my heart. He leaned in further. His lips a whisper from mine. "I can't stand this look on your face. It's breaking my heart."

His heart was broken!? Somehow that small fact healed my own, just for a moment. My arms came up around his neck as I crashed my lips into his. He responded in kind, the hand on my face snaking into my hair, the one on the wall came around my waist.

His tongue pressed past my lips. He tasted like alcohol and something sweet. I let my own tongue explore his mouth. My core was heating and wet, my buzz was making my need for him more intense than usual. I felt his own need rub against me as he pushed me against the wall.

"I need you," He whispered, breaking our kiss. "I need to touch you, hold you," He lifted the skirts of my dress as he spoke against my mouth. "I need to be inside you."

I shuddered. I need him inside me with a desperation I had never felt before. "Yes." I said against his lips, then we went tasting each other again. He lifted my thighs up to wrap around him. I held on as he fumbled with his pants. Soon enough I felt him pushing my soaked underwear to the side so he could reach into my folds with his bare cock.

The pressure of his entrance into me was quick and pleasant. I broke our kiss to gasp at the sensation. He moved his mouth down my neck as he thrust into me. I was pinned firmly between him and the wall. My panting against his ear caused visible goosebumps down his skin.

His breath also got faster as did his thrusting. Fast and erratic. My own pleasure grew and grew the more he pushed into me. "Olive. You have no idea what you do to me." His words sent new shivers through my body.

"Jareth, I'm so close." His grunted response told me he was too. I felt our combined climaxes getting closer and closer. Just as I reached the crest of my wave the door crashed open above us.

"What are you doing!?" Melody screamed.

"Shit," Jareth cursed into my hair.

I looked up and saw Melody at the top of the stairs, a gaggle of pretty girls behind her. "How could you! I specifically told you not to fuck him!"

Embarrassment flushed my face. What could I say she was right. Jareth was trying to carefully pull out of my, so I would not be exposed to the crowd above

An apology was on my lips. I would beg her forgiveness, but she spoke first. "I thought if I brought an ugly friend he would ignore you! I bet you went after him! You probably ran out of your grandmother's money and now you're after mine!" The girls behind her giggled and whispered.

Ugly? Money? Is that really what she thought about me? I was just another accessory to this pretty rich girl. The tears strung my eyes and slid like hot lava down my cheeks.

Jareth pushed past me and up the stairs. "Seriously Melody! You just didn't want me to fuck your friend? Is that why you fucked MY friend!? What happens when you're done with him?"

The shooting continued above me. Below me there was a door to the courtyard from the wine cellar. I couldn't be here. I didn't want to be the play thing in this sibling rivalry. I ran.

I ran outside and around the house to get back into the front door. I ran upstairs a hurriedly ordered an Uber and packed my bags. I ran back down the stairs and ran right into Brain.

"Whoa! What's going on? Are you okay?" His face was full of concern. Mine was covered in tears and snot.

"I'm leaving. You need to go keep those two from killing each other." I ran past him and outside to freedom. Let him handle them and their drunk fight. He knew them longer. It isn't my responsibility. I want nothing to do with this family.