by Jagger Cole
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, Hollis! I’m… you’re going to make me come!’”
“Come for me, beautiful,” I hiss into her lips. “Let me feel this pretty pussy come for my cock.”
Oh, and she does. Her body ripples and tightens, and she slams down hard onto my lap. She grinds on me with my thick cock deep in her tight pussy. She throws her head back, and she starts to cry out as she climaxes. Her pussy clenches and flutters around my swollen cock, and I can’t take it another second.
I grunt and push as deep as I can before I let go. My hot cum spurts deep inside of her, filling her little pussy up with every sticky drop of me. Heather moans over and over and grinds her hips on me. Her orgasm rolls into another one, and she slams her lips to mine as she shudders in my arms.
It’s a few minutes of us staying right there before she slowly pulls back. She grins at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “Okay, now I’m starving. And I have an idea.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re at the dining room table. Only, it’s outside now. Hey, the deck is close enough to being done, and I’m strong enough to manhandle a table out through a sliding door. It was a no-brainer.
With the candles flickering and the food spread out in front of us, I raise a toast. Heather beams at me with a post-sex flush on her face. She raises her glass of wine to clink against my beer.
“Why the fuck would I ever leave here for Hollywood?” she sighs.
I laugh. “Career, more work, your passion.” I shrug. “Probably better tacos.”
Heather giggles. “Well, it’s still not enough to weigh the scales with you on the other side. Not even with the tacos…”
She trails off, and her face turns white as a sheet. My marine instincts kick in, and I move in a second. I lunge to the side, just as the baseball bat goes swishing through the air where my head just was. I lunge from the chair, whirl, and I start to charge. And right in front of me, there he is: Pete, Heather’s stalker.
He’s not getting away from me this time.
He screams as I slam into him like a truck, knocking his ass back. We land with me on top of him, and I swear viciously as I haul back and punch him hard in his mouth. Pete crumples under me: one hit, and the asshole is just done. I hit him three more times though, just to be sure.
I snarl and shove the bat away from him. He’s wearing one of those drawstring gym backpacks, and I yank that off of his arm and turn it upside-down. Out drops a coil of rope, a knife, and a bunch of pills in a ziplock baggie. I hiss and scoop them up to take a closer look, and my fury only rises.
They’re GHB, also known as roofies. When I turn back to him, Pete is pale and sniveling. “You little piece of shit,” I snarl. I slam my fist into his mouth again, and then again. I’m pulling back to do it probably a hundred more times until he stops breathing. But before I can, Heather places a soft hand on my arm.
“Hollis,” she says gently. I turn and look up at her to see the scared look on her face. I blink, and slowly, I breathe out.
“I—sorry,” I growl. I suck in another breath of air and release it. Slowly, the beast-mode fades.
“Don’t be,” Heather says quietly. I stand and she hugs me tightly. Pete moans pathetically, and I growl. I pull away from Heather and turn to glare down at him. My eyes move from him and his bleeding face to the pile of stuff I dumped out of the bag. Heather’s gaze follows, and she sucks her breath in sharply. Her hands grip my arm tight and squeeze.
“It’s time to call the police, baby,” I say softly.
“I know.”
“Let me make the call,” I growl. I turn to wrap my arms around her. “Jackson’s brother, Travis, is a local cop. He can be discreet, I promise.”
She looks terrified, but I watch her push it back and put on a brave face. That might be the moment I truly realize how hard I love this woman. I hold her tight, yet gently. Then I pull out my phone and make the call.
12
Hollis
“Hey, don’t worry, man.” Travis has a stern look on his swarthy face. He rubs his hand over his stubbled square jaw and frowns at the two deputies hauling Pete away. “I picked guys I know when I got your call. This shit isn’t going anywhere near online or gossip magazines. You’ve got my word on that.”
“Thanks, Travis,” I nod curtly and shake his hand firmly. “Appreciate it.”
Travis got here in no time, along with two other cops, Mikey and Kyle. He brought Jackson, too, which I’m fine with. These are solid, good guys.
“Hey, anytime. You know Mikey…” He nods past me at one of the officers shoving Pete into the back of a squad car. “His sister had some asshole of an ex-boyfriend showing up trying to scare her or hurt her. They were worried about the same shit, that he’d drag her through the local papers and make life hell for her. My advice? Have Ms. Carlton get a good lawyer, tonight if you can, and slap the whole thing with a gag order. Any judge who gets this is going to respect that, and that little fuck you beat on tonight is going to get his without hurting her reputation or making a circus of it.”
“We’ll do that. Thank you.”
Travis just nods. He and Jackson glance at each other, and I know it’s because of the “we” comment. But they don’t say shit, which is fine with me. I think it’s pretty obvious that there’s a hell of a lot more between Heather and I than me building her deck. But these guys are good men, and they can keep it to themselves.
“She okay?” Jackson growls. Behind us, Heather is sitting on the front steps to the big house wrapped in a blanket holding a cup of tea. She sees me looking at her and smiles. I grin back, wink, and hold up one finger to say, “just one sec.” I turn back to Jackson and Travis.
“Yeah, she’s okay. Shook up, but she’s strong.”
“I got that,” Travis nods. “Wouldn’t have excepted it, but I see it.”
“She’s a lot more than the roles they’ve always got her playing,” I growl.
“She seems it.” Travis grins at me. “I’m happy for you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I wave him and his brother offer. “Look, it’s not a thing, it’s just...”
“A thing,” Jackson quips. He and Travis chuckle. I sigh and roll my eyes.
“We’re figuring it out.”
“Oh I bet you are,” Jackson snickers. I give him a scowl and he laughs again. “Hey, chill, Rocky. I’m happy for you too. She seems like a great girl.”
“She is,” I growl.
“Alright, well, I’ve already got a statement from her, and me and Mikey and Kyle can take it from here. It’s just us at the station tonight, so we’ve got this locked down. Call her lawyer though, okay?”
“You got it. And thanks again, Travis.”
He nods and heads off to the squad car. Jackson pats me on the back. “I’m out too so you can get back to her. We’ll talk tomorrow though?”
“I’ll fill you in. Thanks for the help, buddy.”
“Anytime, bro.”
Jackson heads back to his truck, and I turn and walk over to Heather. I put my arm around her, and we sit in silence and watch the cars all disappear down her driveway and off into the distance.
“I’m not scared,” she whispers suddenly, breaking the silence. I turn to her, squeezing her with my hand. “I feel like, I was, for so long. And Pete was only part of it. I was scared of taking the wrong roles or taking too many lame ones. I was scared of losing everything I’ve worked for, and scared of bad reviews, or whatever.” She smiles and turns to me. “But I’m not scared anymore.”
“Well, he’s going to jail,” I growl.
“Yeah, it’s that, but it’s not just Pete. I think it’s you.”
I frown and quickly turn to look at her. “Wait, what?”
Heather laughs. “No! Wait, that sounded terrible!” She smiles and hugs my arm tight with both of hers. She leans close and kisses my shoulder. “No, I mean I think me not being scared anymore, of any of the things I was scared of, is because of you.” She looks up into my eyes. “It’s hard to
be scared with you here.”
For maybe the millionth time in just a few days, I wonder how the fuck I’ve managed to be lucky enough to find a woman like her. I grin as I pull her close and kiss her mouth softly.
“Guess I better stick around,” I growl.
“You fucking better,” she whispers back, making me laugh. Her eyes meet mine again. “Hollis, with Hollywood…”
“Baby, was just giving you a hard time.”
“I don’t care what they say,” she says firmly. “I don’t care about tabloids. I mean it: I’m not scared anymore. I’m not scared, and I just want you. I am going to have to go back, but I want it to be with you. And I mean that.” She takes my hands in hers and squeezes. “Just you.”
“Fuck, Heather,” I groan as I pull her into my arms. “You’re all I want. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Baby, with you…” my heart beats faster than I can ever remember feeling it beat. “With you, I want it all.”
For a second, I wonder if I’m moving too fast. I worry that the deluge of shit I’m about to let loose on her is going to freak her out and send her running back to Hollywood. But I know I can’t hold it back any longer.
“I’m not looking for a fling,” I growl. “Or the ‘next girl.’ Heather, you’re it for me, sweetness,” I groan. “And I want it all with you. I want a future with you. Fuck, I want you as my wife. And I want to raise our kids together—here or in LA, I don’t care as long as it’s with you.”
Heather looks down, and my heart sinks. But fuck it, it had to be said, come what may.
“Hey, look,” I growl. “You don’t have to say…”
“Hollis.” She looks up at me, and her gorgeous eyes pierce right through me. She smiles widely, and suddenly she squeals and throws herself into my arms. Her lips press to mine, and she kisses me fiercely and deeply.
“So, we’re on the same page…” I grunt.
“Yes!” She giggles with this magical, melodic laugh. But slowly, her face falls again. Her lips purse, and she looks down.
“What is it?” I say gently.
“Hollis, I can’t…” she frowns and looks up into my eyes again. “If you want kids, I…”
I take her hands gently in one of mine and tilt her chin up with my other hand. “Bbay,” I growl. “If the rest of the world faded away and all I had was you, I’d be more than content.”
Heather’s lips split into one of those gorgeous, heart-stopping smiles she’s literally famous for. But this one is all mine, and it’s all for me. Her lips meet mine, and I kiss her with all that I am and scoop her up into my arms.
She moans softly as I stand and carry her into the house, then upstairs, then into bed.
It’s where she and I belong. Forever.
Epilogue
“Look, you really don’t have to even come in.”
Hollis chuckles. “After I did my hair and got all pretty for you?”
I roll my eyes. Hollis does look amazing, but he’s one of those annoying guys who can step out of the shower, run his fingers through his hair, and poof, he looks gorgeous. He is wearing a tux though, which is new. And super-hot.
“I’m only saying, if this is too big a helping of Hollywood, I really do get it.”
“And miss this?” He snorts. “Nah. No damn way. We’re doing this. Together.”
I suck my lip between my teeth and give him a thirsty look. “You do look hot as fuck in a tux, you know.”
“Well take a picture,” he growls. “’Cause I can’t wait to tear this monkey suit off.”
I giggle. “Need a hand?”
He grins. “Yep.”
“Done,” I whisper. I lean over and kiss him, but it’s not just a regular kiss, and he catches on in a second. He growls as his hands slide over my gown to grip my hips.
“Now what’s gotten into you,” he groans.
“You in that tux,” I grin. “Or nerves. Maybe both?” I drop my hand to his waist, and he grunts as I cup his rapidly growing bulge.
“Shit, baby,” Hollis hisses. “You know we’re almost there.”
I glance at the front of the limo to make sure the privacy partition is up. Then I put a leg over him and setting onto his thick erection with a gasp. “So we better be quick,” I moan.
We’re in the back of a limousine, cruising through the streets of Los Angeles on the way to the Oscars. It’s been a year since the gorgeous and rough around the edges contractor knocked on my door that day to fix my deck. Now, he’s my husband.
The tabloids went wild with it, of course. But I don’t care, and neither does Hollis. Plus, after the big to-do about me marrying an unknown guy and not a Hollywood actor, I gave them something bigger to gossip about. Instead of yammering about how my new husband wasn’t famous, they got something new: that “just a pretty face” Heather Carlton was now a leading actress in the biggest drama of the year.
The World War Two epic is nominated for five academy awards tonight, including best actress. I’m still trying to drink that reality in, but it’s true. I’m up for best actress tonight, for the part that Scarlett fielded out to me that weekend I met Hollis.
Hollis growls and kisses me, and I moan as I feel him tug open his tuxedo. His strong hands shove my gown up to my waist. He pulls my panties to the side and lowers me down. I gasp at the feel of him, so big and so hard for me, and I sink down onto his gorgeous cock.
I moan eagerly as he fills me with one stroke. His big hands grip my ass tight, and I kiss him hard. He starts to bounce me on his thick dick. His thickness fills me up so good, like it always does, and I moan as my clit grinds against his base. We really are pretty close to the Oscar venue, and I know we don’t have a lot of time. But I need him, even if it’s fast.
I ride him faster, bouncing up and down his big dick as he growls into my mouth. His hands slide all over me, cupping, grabbing, and teasing me into a frenzy. I moan as I ride my hunky husband, feeling the orgasm begin to swell inside of me. God, he’s so fucking big, and Hollis makes me come like crazy every single time, no matter how much or how little time we have.
Hollis groans, and I can feel his cock swelling hard inside of me. His big hands grip my ass, sliding me up and down every inch of him. He bounces me faster and faster on his dick as he thrusts into me, and I know I’m about to come.
“You know what I want?” He grunts against my ear. “When you win,” he groans, “I want to watch you walk across that sage with my cum soaking these panties.”
“Hollis!” I moan. His words push me gasping into my orgasm. I grind down on him as the climax overtakes me. Hollis groans deeply, his masculine pleasure rumbling in my ear. His hands tighten on me and he pushes his thick cock deep inside of me as he starts to come as well. His teeth bite at my neck, and I gasp in pleasure as the orgasm crashes through me.
I can suddenly feel the car come to a stop. I giggle as my face goes red, and Hollis grins as he helps me slide off of him. He pulls my panties back into place, and I whimper as I feel his warm cum being to seep into them. God does this man bring out the dirty in me, and I love it.
Hollis zips his tux back up as I straighten my dress and make sure my hair isn’t a total disaster. “Wait, she never answered my texts earlier. Was Scarlett successful in convincing—”
“Oh, he’s coming alright,” Hollis chuckles behind me. “You Hollywood girls are better at twisting the arms of Colorado boys than you give yourselves credit for.”
I giggle and kiss him. The driver knocks on the partition, and I press the intercom button. “Just one second!”
“Can’t wait to see you win tonight, beautiful,” Hollis growls as he puts his arms around me from behind.
I blush. “Hollis, just being nominated is…”
“Yeah but you’re going to win.”
I roll my eyes. “We’ll see.”
“I love you,” he says gently, kissing my neck.
“I love you so much too,” I whisper back. I turn to kiss him. “Ready?”
He groans
. “There’s beer in there, right?”
I laugh. “Plenty of it, yeah.”
“Well then let’s go, movie star.”
I take one more breath, and then I open the door of the limo and step out. Flashing cameras blind me, and a hundred reporters scream things at me I can’t even begin to understand. I smile, but then I turn and hold my hand out, and Hollis steps from the limo. I won’t see his smile, because he’s of the opinion that the paparazzi are a bunch of hyenas. But he at least doesn’t growl at them, like they’re often deserving of.
The thing is, the paparazzi actually love him. Sure, at first they all treated him like he was a freeloader trying ride my coattail. But soon enough, that gruff, ridiculously handsome face of his started to pull other attention. So far, no less than a dozen fashion companies and modeling agencies have asked to work with him. Hollis has turned them all down.
“That’s your world,” he’s said to me.
“And what’s your world?”
“You.”
The cameras are still flashing as I loop my arm into his and lean against his big, broad shoulder as he leads me up the red carpet and into the rest of the night.
Hollis:
“And the winner for best actress in a leading roll is…!”
I vaguely recognize the overly coifed dude on the stage from a superhero movie. But honestly, I don’t give much of a rat’s ass about Hollywood unless it involves my amazing wife. The smug movie star on the stage opens the envelope and flashes a big white smile.
“Heather Carlton!”
I want to say I’m surprised, but I’m not in the slightest. I grin when the entire venue gets to their feet and starts applauding, and I turn to hold my hand out to a stunned looking Heather. Her face is white as she looks up at me mouthing “what?!” over and over again.
She takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. She still looks completely bewildered. But she turns to me, flings her arms around my neck, and kisses me deeply. I groan and dip her low, not giving a single fuck about the cameras swarming around us.