I slip into the bathroom, toss the condom, and quickly wash up.
I look around for a cloth and find one on the bath. I rinse it under warm water, wring it out, and take it through to the bedroom.
She’s lying there, on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.
All that long, colorful hair of hers is spread out on the pillow.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
Her lips curve up in question, but she pushes her legs up a little, so her feet are flat on the bed, her knees slightly bent, legs parted and open for me.
My mouth waters.
Resting a knee on the bed, I reach over and press the warm cloth to her pussy, cleaning her.
Her eyes close. “That’s nice,” she murmurs.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. No one’s ever looked after me like this before.”
Her eyes open, locking on to mine. I feel something flicker in my chest.
“Then, you’ve been spending time with the wrong kind of men,” I tell her, surprised at the irritation I feel at the thought of her being with other men.
I’ve never been the jealous type. But then finding out that your best friend has been fucking your girlfriend will change that in a man.
I press a kiss to her lips and then pull back. Taking the cloth to the bathroom, I toss it in the sink.
I go back to the bedroom and climb on the bed, lying on my side next to her.
She turns to face me. I hook my hand under her leg, lifting it over my hip, and I pull her closer.
Then, I reach over and grab the blanket, covering us both.
“You staying?” she asks.
“Do you want me to?”
“I asked first.”
“I’ll stay if you want me to stay.”
“I only want you to stay if you want to stay.”
I smile, unable not to.
Battle of the wills. Neither of us wants to be the one to admit the truth. That she wants me to stay. And that I want to stay with her.
I know this is how it’s always going to be with Charly and me. And I like it. I like the challenge she gives me.
But, right now, I want to make her happy more than I want to spar with her.
I brush the tip of my nose over hers. “I want to stay here with you.”
She smiles, and I feel it right in the center of my chest.
“Good, because I want you to stay.” She presses her hand to my stomach, her fingers crawling up to my chest. “I can’t believe we’re here, in bed, together,” she says softly.
“Because I’m so good-looking and rich and famous? And have a big cock? Don’t forget my big cock.” I’m teasing, but I keep my expression straight.
She stares at me. “You’re being an ass, West.”
“According to Cosmo, I have a hot one. The Hottest Ass of 2016.”
“Ugh! Just when I think you’re actually a nice guy, you—”
She tries to get up, but I roll over onto her, pinning her down with my body.
“I’m playing with you. Jeez, I’m not that fucking arrogant.”
She stares up at me, her gorgeous blueberry eyes blinking up at me. “You were kidding?”
I cock my brow. “Mmhmm. I do that sometimes.”
“Sorry.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m probably just still feeling a little sensitive after this afternoon.”
“Did I say I was sorry enough for that? Because I am.” Knowing I must be crushing her, I support my weight on my arms, and my hands frame her face. “So, this should show you how sorry I am. I’m about to tell you something completely fucking embarrassing.”
“Okay…”
“Well, the reason I snapped at you earlier—and, again, it wasn’t your fault, just my fucked up brain taking it out on the one person I shouldn’t have—well, it was because I’d gotten a stiffy while filming.”
Her eyes dim. “Yeah, I spotted that.”
“I gathered…Boner,” I remind her of what she called me back in the warehouse.
She blushes.
“Thing is…my erection…it was because of you.”
“Me?” She looks surprised.
“Of course it was because of you. You’ve been driving me crazy these last few days. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck you. When I was doing the scene with Natasha, I looked up, and there you were, watching. I was trying to focus on what I was doing in the scene, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. I just kept thinking about fucking you, and…I got a hard-on.”
She giggles, her hands sliding down my back. “So, you got an erection over me while simulating sex with another woman?”
“Yep. Messed up, right?” I screw my face up.
“Kinda. But, oddly, it’s sweet. In a messed up way.”
She grins up at me, and warmth spreads across my chest.
Also, my dick perks back up, ready for round two of fun, which reminds me…
“Pins…”
“Do you have to call me that?”
I frown. “Do you really hate it that much?”
I knew it bugged her, but I thought she actually liked it.
I fucking love the nickname. It’s cute. It’s her.
It’s ours. It’s my name for her.
I know it’s stupid, but it’s the caveman in me that wants to keep on calling her it.
Her eyes soften on me. “No, I don’t hate it.” She presses her hand to my face, her thumb brushing over my lips. “You can keep calling me it.”
“Thanks.” I smile.
“I’ll just call you West.” She shrugs.
“Or you could call me Big Dick. Rock-Hard Cock.”
“Makes Me Wet West,” she chimes in, laughing.
The sound rolls through me, making me laugh, too.
“Did you used to call me that?” I tease.
“Of course not!” she says.
But she won’t meet my eyes, and I instantly know she’s lying.
“Tell the truth.” I tickle her side.
She cries out, squirming beneath me, rubbing against my cock, and it feels amazing.
“I didn’t!” she squeals.
“Liar!” I tease, tickling her harder.
“Okay, okay!” she pants, breathless, and I stop tickling. “Once. I called you it once.”
“I knew it! You’re a fangirl.”
“I am not a fangirl. You were just…nope, I can’t say it.” She covers her face with her hands.
I grab them and pull them away. Her face is bright red. Her reaction is hilarious, and I’m dying to know what’s making her so embarrassed.
Then, it clicks in my head.
“Pins…was I a sex toy in your mental spank bank?”
She groans, covering her face with her hands again, turning her face into the pillow.
“I was, wasn’t I?”
She groans again louder. “Ugh! This is fucking mortifying!”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I laugh. “I’m not. I’m used to being a sexual plaything for women.”
She pulls her hands from her face and frowns at me. Then, she grabs the pillow beside her and hits me with it. “Ugh, you’re a jerk!”
I laugh again, and it feels good. She feels good. Better than good. She feels incredible.
I grab the pillow from her and toss it aside. “Aw, Pins…” I turn her back to me, holding her hands down. “If it makes you feel any better, I spent the better part of last night jerking off to thoughts of you.”
Her hips shift under mine. “You did?”
“Mmhmm.” I bring my mouth down to hers, softly kissing her. “And I came so fucking hard. But, baby, nothing could’ve prepared me for the real thing. Being inside you…I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“Me neither,” she whispers.
And I feel like a fucking king.
I shift, pressing my cock against her wet pussy, and it feels like heaven.
I rock my hips upward, my cock sliding between her lips, and I wonder how it wou
ld feel to be bare inside her. I’ve never gone bare inside a woman—ever.
Charly groans the sexiest sound I’ve heard leave her mouth so far, her eyes closing, head pressing back into the pillow.
I want her again. I want to be deep inside her. Buried in her all night.
But there’s something I need to say, something I tried to say before, and I don’t want to forget. But I also don’t want to piss her off. But it’s a risk I have to take.
But, being the selfish prick I am, I allow my cock another couple of slow slides over her soaked pussy.
“Pins…”
“Mmhmm?”
“I need to say something, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”
The gentle movement of her body against mine stops, and her eyes open, wariness in them.
“We need to keep this between us,” I say the words in the least dickish way possible.
“No worries. I wasn’t exactly going to broadcast that we had sex, West.”
I should be relieved she agreed so easily, but it still prickles at me.
“Oh, thanks!” I laugh. “You know, there are women who would be more than happy to tell the world they fucked me.”
“But isn’t that why you chose me? Because you know you can trust me?”
Her expression is so earnest, and I realize that I do trust her.
But I didn’t pick her.
I didn’t stand a fucking chance against her. From the moment I met her, this was always inevitable. We were always going to have sex, no matter how hard I fought it. Not that I fought it very hard.
“I trust you,” I tell her, my fingers brushing her hair from her forehead.
She takes hold of my hand and places a kiss to the palm. “Thank you. But it’s fine, Vaughn. You told me earlier about what you had agreed with Jack, and I get it. I do.”
“It’s not just for me though. I don’t want you thinking I’m a selfish prick who wants to keep you hidden for my own agenda. If people knew that you and I had sex, the press would be in your business before you knew it. Asking questions, offering you money for details of our night together, digging into your life. We’d be married, and you’d be pregnant with my baby by the end of the week, if they had anything to do with it.”
Something flickers through her eyes. Worry, dismay. I’m not sure, and it’s gone before I can catch hold of it. But I worry that she thinks I just want her for this one night. That’s not the case. One night is nowhere near enough to cover what I’m feeling for her right now. How insanely bad I want her.
“Okay. So, we’ll keep this night just between you and me,” she says easily.
“Just this night?”
“There’ll be more?”
I move my mouth down to hers, cupping her face in my hand. “I want more nights with you, Pins.” I let my lips brush over hers as I say, “The question is, do you want more nights with me?” I tip my head back, staring into her eyes.
“I want more,” she says without hesitation. Then, she smiles.
And I just have to kiss her again. And again.
Then, before I know it, I’m putting on my second condom of the night, and we’re having sex again. Even when I’m deep inside her, it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever be enough.
I don’t know when will be enough with Charly. All I do know is, I have to have her as much as I can, for as long as I can.
Chapter 15
Charly
I wake up, surrounded by heat.
Vaughn.
I turn my face to him. He’s sound asleep.
He looks beautiful. His lashes are enviably long against his cheekbones.
And then I have a what-the-fuck moment. I was wondering when this was going to happen.
I’m in bed with Vaughn West!
Holy fuck!
Vaughn West!
He was inside me last night. A lot.
We had sex three times, and I had countless orgasms until we passed out.
I had sex with Vaughn West.
I have to stifle a giggle.
I stretch out my deliciously sore limbs. The kind of soreness that only comes from great sex. Amazing sex.
I turn over and reach my hand out to my cell on the nightstand to check the time.
Twenty-five past seven. I have to be on set at nine. My alarm is set to go off soon. I turn it off, so it won’t wake Vaughn.
Then, my bladder screams at me.
Easing out of bed so as not to wake him, I grab the nearest item of clothing near me, which happens to be Vaughn’s sweater, and I pull it on.
It smells of him. I lift the collar to my nose and inhale. His scent elicits memories of last night, and my stomach clenches.
And then I realize what a creeper I must look like right now, smelling Vaughn’s clothes.
I chance a look at him to make sure he’s still sleeping. Then, cell phone in hand, I go to the bathroom.
I glance back at Vaughn before I go inside.
Vaughn West is in my bed.
Holy sweet mother of Jesus.
I quietly close the door behind me, locking it.
I pee and then wash my hands. Then, I decide to brush my teeth. Teeth squeaky clean, I rinse with mouthwash.
I decide to call Nick.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he answers cheerily.
“Hey,” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” he mock whispers back.
“Because I’m in the bathroom.”
“And the acoustics are bad in there?”
“No, smart-ass. I’m whispering because Vaughn West is sleeping twenty feet away in my hotel bed.”
There’s a marked silence.
And then, “Holy fuck.”
“Right?” I giggle quietly.
“You had sex with him?”
“Three times.” I smile wide.
“Charlotte Michaels…this is the one and only time that I will ever say this to you, but…I hate you.”
“Hey!” I call out and then quickly cover my mouth.
“Just kidding. You know I love you. And I totally knew he’d go for you.”
“You did not.” I laugh.
“Yep. I called it. Remember at our apartment, I said you should get it on with him?”
“That’s not calling it.”
“Um, I think you’ll find it is. And I expect your first kid to be named after me.”
“Jesus, Nick, we just had sex. We’re not getting married.”
Nick laughs. “Well, not yet, you aren’t. But give it time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, I know how easy it is to fall in love with you. He’ll be a goner in no time.” His voice has softened, and a lump triggers in my throat.
When Nick says lovely stuff like that to me…I can’t express what it means to me. I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions. But just to know I’m loved by someone…it means everything.
“Are you crying?”
“Of course I’m not. I don’t cry, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. Chandler Bing.” He chuckles. There’s a beat of silence, and then he says, “So, Vaughn West…”
“Yeah.” I let out a dreamy sigh.
“I have to ask—”
“Big. Thick. Huge,” I cut him off, knowing exactly what he was going to ask.
“Lucky bitch.”
“I know.”
I hear movement in my room. “I’d better go,” I whisper. “And I know you won’t say anything, but I have to ask—”
“I’ll keep it to myself. You know I will. Anyway, you and Vaughn…it’d be in the papers. They could find out…”
“I know.” I pause. Then, I say, “I love ya.”
“Love ya, too. Family forever, right?”
“Family forever.” I hang up and leave my cell on the bathroom counter.
Then, I open the bathroom door and head back into my room.
Vaughn’s awake.
He’s sitting on the edge of the
bed, the sheet covering his lap.
“Hi,” I say, feeling suddenly shy.
“You’re wearing my sweater.”
I curl my fingers into the hem of it. “It was the closest thing on the floor that I could grab to put on.”
“I like you in it. Although I’d prefer it much more if you were wearing nothing. Come here.” He beckons to me.
I pad toward him, stopping between his open legs. His hands go to the backs of my thighs, sliding upward, and stop just under my ass.
I thread my fingers into his hair. He looks up at me. Those stunning eyes of his are sparkling with lust. My tummy flutters.
He grabs my ass in his hands and lifts me, bringing me on top of him so that I’m straddling his lap. He’s already hard beneath me.
We’re nose-to-nose. I stare into his eyes.
“Hi.” He smiles.
“Hi yourself.”
He slides his nose along the side of mine and brings his lips to rest on mine.
Then, he kisses me, tongue slipping into my mouth, as his hands grip ahold of my waist.
“You taste good in the morning,” he murmurs.
“The power of toothpaste.” I smile against his lips.
“Yeah, it’s like magic, that stuff.”
I chuckle at his humor and kiss him back. I graze my teeth over his lower lip and then swipe my tongue over it. He catches hold of my tongue and sucks on it, making me moan and squirm on his lap.
I feel everything when I’m with him like this.
Every touch from him, I feel in every part of my body. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s amazing, and I love it.
His hands start creeping up my back, taking his sweater with it.
“I need to get in the shower and get ready for work,” I tell him.
I can’t believe I’m pulling the brakes on having sex with him. But I really do need to get ready for work.
“Yeah, I should get ready, too. I need to be in the studio in an hour.”
“You can shower first if you want,” I offer.
He gives me a bemused look. “We’ll shower together, Pins.”
“We don’t have time to shower together.”
“And why will showering together take longer?”
“Because we’ll more than likely end up having sex.”
“Hey, nympho. You might have a one-track mind, but I was thinking of time efficiency and also of the environment when I suggested showering together.”
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