Spin the Bottle

Dedication

To all those who have spun the bottle a time or two.

To Heidi, for your never-ending patience, understanding and support.

As always, for the man who goes after my dreams with as much passion as I do. Together forever, babe.

Chapter One

Mackenzie stood just inside the front door—briefcase in one hand, handle of his wheeled bag in the other—and stared at all the strangers in his house. Not strangers exactly, some of the faces were very well known, but they weren’t his friends, or acquaintances for that matter.

“I’ll kill her.” The words rumbled through his lips on a harsh breath and were completely drowned out by the throbbing beat of the torturous mash-up the DJ was playing.

From where he stood, Mac could see the guy standing in the far corner of the living room surrounded by state-of-the-art equipment. Dressed in baggy clothes, with a multitude of gold jewellery, dark glasses and dreadlocks dripping off his head, the man was a stark reminder of why the club scene no longer appealed.

Mac curled his fingers tighter around his bag handles as he scanned the crowd to no avail. She was nowhere to be seen. With a growl, he turned and headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time, his ears ringing and his heart pounding, whether from anger at her latest effort to annoy him or the horrible mix of music assaulting the walls, he didn’t know. Upstairs proved difficult to navigate with a line of scantily clad women queuing for the bathroom. Trying not to bash his luggage into any of them, he wove his way towards his room.

He avoided eye contact and ignored the suggestive comments. Halfway along the corridor something brushed over his arse and his steps faltered. Unsure if he’d been felt up or not, he kept moving, but a definite pinch to one butt cheek had him jerking and quickening his pace. Mac wasn’t about to stop and confront anyone. He wanted to reach the safety of his room before any of the vultures managed to get her claws into him. He knew the type—rich, spoilt and totally self-absorbed.

Mac had learned his lesson about those kinds of females very early in life. Watching the plastic, shallow creatures fawn all over his best friend for most of their lives had certainly opened his eyes to the many pitfalls of the female gender. Toss in Lachlan’s step-mother, and Mackenzie considered himself an expert on the numerous wiles of women. Reaching the end of the hall, he wrapped his hand around the door knob and breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his room, shut the door behind him and flipped the lock.

He strode across the thick carpeted floor, the muffled noise from the party grating on his nerves. His bedside clock read seven fifteen, and he clenched his jaw, grinding his molars together.
Dammit.
After the hellish week he’d had he wanted to sit back with a cold beer and enjoy a nice night with a few friends. Lilli had promised she’d only invite a couple of people. A couple?
Hah!
More like a couple hundred. With a grunt of frustration, Mac tossed his briefcase on the bed and made his way to the bathroom, carryon in tow.

The racket from below lessened as he entered his white and blue tiled en suite and he closed the door to further block out the sound. Mac unzipped his bag, retrieved his toiletries kit and put it on the counter. He lifted the lid on the laundry hamper and piled in a week’s worth of dirty clothes, then reached into the shower recess and turned on the water. While the downpour warmed, he kicked off his shoes and socks, stripped out of his shirt and pants and dropped the clothing in the basket beside him. Steam billowed out and he quickly grabbed what he needed from his kit and stepped under the hot spray.

Mac leaned his head back and let the hard cascade of water wash away some of his tension. His shoulders were bunched tight, whether from the anger over Lilli’s latest stunt or from the hum of arousal that always buzzed through him when he thought of her, he couldn’t be sure. He tried to ignore his body’s reactions and popped open the shampoo bottle. Mechanically, he dealt with cleaning away the day’s grime while he pushed thoughts of Lillian McDermott from his mind. She was the one woman he couldn’t afford to think about while naked and wet.

Lillian McDermott.
Lilli.

His best friend’s little sister. The last female on earth he should want, and yet he did—had for too many years to count. If Lachlan knew the fantasies Mac had about Lilli, he’d kill him, which was only one of the reasons to stop his train of thought. Turning, Mac twisted the hot tap off and stood under the cold spray in an attempt to freeze the heat Lillian inspired. Not that he ever managed to completely eradicate it with Lilli around, but he could certainly get it under control enough to stop from doing anything stupid.

Like last time?

With a groan, Mac closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the wall. Cold water pelted his back and slid down his spine, but the chill didn’t register. His mind had rewound to seven months ago. Seven months, three days to be exact. Not that he was counting. The memory of that day remained as fresh as though he’d lived it just hours earlier. It was his Groundhog Day moment. He couldn’t begin to count the number of times he’d relived those few minutes.

It was rare for them to be alone in the house but Lachlan had received a summons from his father, and regardless of the older man no longer holding the reins of the family’s media empire or his friend’s life, Lachlan had gone. Roland’s recent diagnosis of Alzheimer’s had softened all their views towards the once-tyrannical family patriarch. So Mac and Lilli ate dinner without his best friend as a shield, talked about unimportant things, and Mac actually believed his desire for Lilli was under control. Fat chance. He had no clue when it was that things had changed. When she’d gone from being his best friend’s little sister to the woman he wanted above all others. All he knew was he had to keep his hands off. Which was easier said than done.

One second he’d been in control, the next Lilli was in his arms, their mouths joined in the most erotic kiss of his life. Soft, pliant lips gave way, and he slipped his tongue inside to taste more of her. A hint of spice from their meal and the sweetness of her cocktail enticed him deeper. Mac slanted his lips across hers and their tongues collided in a frenzy of want and need. The combination of chili and strawberry daiquiri lingered on her tongue, the fiery-sweet flavour the perfect symbol of their scorching kiss. Wicked innocence.

Mac’s body tightened. Lust coiled hot and hungry in his balls. His cock lengthened—hardened as his pulse pounded through his veins. He sucked in a breath of damp air and reached for his cock. Lightning shot through him at the memory of her hands touching him.

Lilli skimmed her splayed hands across his chest, over his shoulders and down his back—her fingers burning him through his shirt, her nails scoring his skin. He ground his hips to hers, his hard-on pressing against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as she pushed back, her lower body rocking into his. Mac gripped her arse, pulled her up on her toes and fit their bodies together in perfect alignment to drive them both wild.

He’d gone too far, remembered too much, and past experience told him he’d need to relieve the pressure with his own hand and the vivid recollection of Lilli’s mouth under his, her body pressed to his. Mac tightened his grip, pulled his cock harder as his orgasm drew closer.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged on the short strands and sent shivers down his spine. He squeezed her arse as he worked his fingertips towards her pussy. Lilli wrapped her legs around his waist and the short skirt she wore rode up her thighs, exposed the part of her he sought. Heat and moisture met his skin, the thin barrier of her underwear no match for the hot need flowing from her core.

Mac’s harsh breaths and pounding heart echoed in his ears. He worked his cock harder, ran his thumb over the swollen tip, his precome easing the slide of his fingers. His sac tightened, tucking his balls close to his body as release approached.

He pressed the silky cloth under his fingers into her slit, parted her folds and searched for her clit in spite of the barrier. The hard knot of nerves stood tall, pulsed beneath his touch. She rocked against him, thrusting back onto his hand, forward onto his cock. His mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw while he continued to torture her sex with his hand. Mac nipped at her ear, sucked the lobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

His hand moved faster.

Lilli’s hips bucked and more cream soaked her undies. He cursed the obstacle between them, wanted to feel her slick, wet flesh on his skin. Wanted to slide his fingers through her folds and thrust them inside her. Drive them deep and find her G-spot, stroke her inside and out until she screamed his name.

“Mac.”

She rippled against him, her orgasm sneaking up on both of them as she bucked and thrashed in his arms. Heat and wetness coated his hand. Lilli buried her face in the side of his neck as she rode out the last waves of her release.

Mac pumped his shaft with firm, punishing strokes. His balls tightened and his spine tingled. He shouted Lilli’s name with the first spasm, groaned on the second. With each contraction, a thick rope of semen spilled from his cock, the liquid hot on his skin as it coated his hand. As he came down, he remembered the rest and cursed himself for the bastard he was.

A door slammed and Lachlan’s voice boomed through the house. Mac pushed Lilli away, dropped her to her feet and stepped back. Her face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. His balls ached, throbbed with the need to finish what he’d started. Footsteps echoed behind him.

“Shit. That was bad. Very, very bad,” he murmured.

Her eyes widened, filled with moisture, and her trembling fingers came up to cover her mouth.

“Hey! Where is everyone?” Lachlan yelled from the front of the house.

Lilli gasped. Her gaze darted over his shoulder before she glanced back at him. She shook her head and then spun on her heel and ran from the room.

“Fuck.”

His fist slammed into the shower wall. Pain ricochet through his hand and up his arm, but he welcomed it. After what he’d done, it was the least he deserved. For the millionth time, he questioned his actions—his lack of them. He’d let her go that night, hadn’t had much choice when Lachlan entered the kitchen. It wasn’t until Mac went looking for Lilli the next morning and discovered her gone that he’d really thought about what had happened and what a fuckwit he’d been. His best friend really would kill him if he knew the sordid details of his encounter with Lilli.

Mac leaned into the wall and sighed. He’d tried to fix it. He’d followed her to New York only to be turned away from the closed-door photo shoot where he’d tracked her down. She’d avoided him ever since. She never answered his calls, left messages with his secretary instead of ringing him directly. He pushed off the wall and switched off the water. There was grovelling to be done, but he couldn’t do it when she avoided him. The one consolation of this party was Lillian McDermott could be relied on to be the perfect hostess, therefore she wouldn’t hide out in her room. Tonight, she wouldn’t escape him.

Lil surveyed the room with a satisfied smile. The party was a smash hit and it wasn’t even eight o’clock. Still plenty of hours left in Friday night for everyone to enjoy the unique theme she’d chosen.
Are You Game?
was the brainchild of her high school friend, Cassandra Moreland. The company specialised in party games for all occasions, and recently Cassie had decided to branch out into the adult party arena. Lil had jumped at the chance to be her friend’s first customer.

Cassie walked through the crowd, checking game stations on her way across the room to where Lil stood. Her friend paused next to a man in a tight, black T-shirt, the words
Are You Game?
in blood-red across his impressive chest. He said something close to Cassie’s ear that made her friend laugh and left a smile on her lips as she walked away. The room was full to bursting with people, and more came in and out to see what game had been set up. Each room on the lower level of the house had a different game in it. Some seemed bland enough, but it was the adult twist Cassie had given each one that turned them from innocent to scandalous.

“It’s going great,” Lil said as Cassie reached her side.

“Yes, but I think the guests help. They’re in the mood to party so anything goes. Besides, you’ve got an open bar and most of them are on their way to being smashed already.” Cassie smiled as she scanned the room once more.