Fame

by Meghan Quinn

  “It’s not, but I’m a curious bastard with a liking for tits.”

  She nodded and said, “That’s very up front of you.”

  “If anything, I’m up front about everything.”

  “I see,” she said, while pushing her plate away. “It seems like Willow wants us to have some kind of sexual relationship.”

  Who was this girl? Cruz was so damn confused.

  “Seems that way,” he answered, trying not to get his hopes up at the way Maelani was caressing her neck ever so slightly.

  “Well, too bad, I have to get going. Thanks for the food, though.”

  As she stood up, Cruz saw the blatant display of her erect and very excited nipples as they pressed against her shirt. There was no way she was wearing a bra; she couldn’t be. Who didn’t wear a bra to brunch? Not that he was opposed to the idea, but it just seemed like something that was required, especially for such a fancy breakfast.

  Cruz stood up as well, disappointed that Maelani was going to leave so soon; she was so mysterious…sexual, but shy at the same time. She was a complete contradiction. He wanted to beg her to stay, to beg her to take her damn shirt off, but he wasn’t about to lose all his self-respect. He wasn’t one to beg, even if the eye candy in front of him had him harder than a fucking rock.

  They rounded his kitchen and headed toward his hallway where the entry way was. Maelani turned and looked up into Cruz’s eyes. She was so damn beautiful; Cruz had a hard time keeping his hands off of her, but he did.

  “Thank you for brunch, even though it was kind of weird.”

  Cruz genuinely laughed and said, “Yeah…that was fucking weird.”

  She tilted her head to look at him and asked, “So, you didn’t have a good time?”

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

  “I suppose you should,” she smiled. “For what it’s worth, I had a good time, even though it was ‘fucking weird’,” she said, while using air quotes.

  The pull between them was electrifying, heavy and sexual. Cruz wanted to pull her in for a kiss, to see what those sweet lips of hers tasted like, to revel in the feel of her soft body against his. He was about to do just that when Willow came down the stairs, wearing one of his button up shirts, but classic Willow neglected to use any of the buttons. Her smile stretched from ear to ear at how close Cruz was to Maelani, and with determination, she walked over to them and grabbed their hands.

  The girl was up to something, and by the look in her eyes, Cruz was going to really like it.

  **Landon**

  A huge weight was lifted off of Landon’s shoulders the minute he found out Grey had Rook in his possession. Of course, Landon found out from Cruz, because Grey and he were still not speaking, but at the moment, Landon would take the small victory of getting his band back together. Cruz informed Landon that Grey was going to get Rook to go to the Grammys; they just needed to show up, and Grey would take care of the rest. Landon wanted to meet up with Grey before the Grammys, and actually tried calling him to talk, but he still wasn’t taking his calls. They still had a week before the big show; Landon would continue to work on Grey, because it would be incredibly awkward to see each other for the first time on the red carpet. But, given the anger Grey had for Landon, he was prepared for such a thing.

  “Here’s some coffee,” Quinn said, as she handed Landon a steaming cup, while wearing one of his shirts. Her gorgeous legs poked out from underneath, giving him a great view. She sidled up next to him on his couch and placed her legs over his. His hand instinctively went to her thigh to make small, reassuring strokes.

  “Thanks, gorgeous,” he smiled back at her. He leaned in for a kiss and she leaned in as well, but winced when she shifted. “Was I little rough last night?” he asked, thinking about the way he’d tied her up.

  “Not rough, my body is still adjusting to some of the positions you put me in,” she said with a blush.

  “You’ll adjust,” he winked. “Did I tell you how fucking hot you looked last night?”

  “Only a couple of times,” she nuzzled his neck, turning him on. She felt the hardness of his erection and pulled away. She looked down at him and then back up. “Seriously? We just did it in the shower…”

  “What can I say? You do this to me,” he said, while kissing her lips.

  “You have to give me at least a half hour, babe. I’m still sore.”

  He winced and apologetically said, “I’m sorry. I just can’t get enough of you.”

  “That’s something every girl wants to hear, so thank you, but give me a few minutes,” she teased.

  “Few minutes or half an hour, there’s a big difference.”

  She playfully swatted his chest and rested her head against his shoulder, while her hand absently played with the very small sprinkling of chest hair he had.

  “I’m glad Grey was able to find Rook,” Quinn admitted.

  “Me too,” Landon agreed.

  “That whole tour has such a dark cloud riding over it. I feel like the whole thing was one big toxic mess; nothing went right, everyone went their own separate ways, and now you are all struggling to get back to where you were. I can’t help but feel responsible.”

  “You’re not responsible,” Landon tried to clarify, but she stopped him with her fingers to his lips.

  “I know you want to defend me, but let’s call a spade a spade, Landon. I lost my shit on that tour. I had a very bad body image going into it, and once Willow showed up and I saw the way Grey lusted after her, it was a downward spiral from there. I put unnecessary pressure on Grey. I made Willow feel awful about herself and, ultimately, I broke up your band.” She hung her head in shame and said, “Oh, my God, I’m Yoko Ono.”

  Laughing, Landon pulled Quinn onto his lap and said, “You’re not Yoko, for many reasons, one being you’re so much hotter than her, and your break up with Grey was bound to happen. You two weren’t happy; everyone knew that. Should we have waited to hook up? Yeah, that probably would have helped out the situation. If I could go back in time, I would tell Grey about my feelings for you and talk it out with him before I made a move, but at the time, I wanted you so badly that I couldn’t hold back. My emotions took over. It’s not your fault that Shattered Souls is currently…apart.”

  “Well, I didn’t help,” she laughed.

  “No, you didn’t,” Landon joked, while squeezing her thigh.

  She tickled him, and he caught her wrists in his hands, shocking her just a bit; he smiled up at her and kissed her chin.

  “You know what, though? I wouldn’t change anything, because right now, I have the girl of my dreams, wearing one of my shirts and sitting on my lap, looking down at me as if I was the only guy in the world.”

  “You are,” she caressed his cheek. “You’re the only guy for me.”

  “You better mean that,” he joked, but deep in his soul he begged for it to be the truth, because in his mind, in his gut, Quinn was it…the only one he ever needed.

  “I do, promise,” she kissed his nose.

  **Willow**

  As water ran down Willow’s back, she thought about the last day and a half and what a whirlwind it had been. Declan wasn’t kidding when he said he could get her to relax. She couldn’t remember the last 36 hours. All she remembered was doing a couple of lines of cocaine, drinking, and fucking on pretty much every surface in Declan’s house.

  She knew cocaine was bad for her; she understood that the drug could be addicting, but she wasn’t worried because she didn’t really have an addictive personality, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

  Before she left Declan’s house, he gave her a little sack of her own and said to use it when she started to feel stressed with everything in her life. That’s what he did. He compared the drug to marijuana, but claimed it had a much better effect. Willow had done both drugs and agreed that cocaine was better, but once again, she was nervous about using it. She pocketed the substance and told herself she would only use it if she desperately ne
eded it.

  Once she arrived at Cruz’s house, she realized she must have looked like a mess because of the looks on Maelani and Cruz’s faces, so that was why she asked to take a shower, to freshen up a bit. She was feeling a bit ragged from her sex binge, and a good shower and fresh clothes would make everything feel so much better.

  When she got out of the shower, she combed her hair and stared at herself in the mirror. Her body was tight in all the right places; her breasts were heavy and just round enough to entice a man, and she had quite a few piercings to keep things interesting. She was hot; she knew it, and she was famous for it as well. Her Playboy shoot should be coming out soon, skyrocketing her fame to the next level, just what she wanted.

  The feeling of excitement and ease passed through her as she shopped around for clothes the other day, loving the way she could purchase what she wanted and not have to worry about a price tag. It was liberating; her life was finally turning around.

  Wanting to relax, just a little bit more, she peeked her head out of Cruz’s bathroom door and still heard Cruz and Maelani downstairs, so she quickly put out a line for herself and snorted it up in one quick motion. Clearing her eyes and wiggling her nose, she let the drug work its magic while she put everything away and grabbed a shirt from Cruz’s closet. She was feeling loose and had some plans.

  She walked down the stairs of Cruz’s place and saw that Maelani was getting ready to leave, and Cruz was possibly looking for a goodbye kiss…just what she was hoping for. Cruz was interested in Maelani. How could he not be? She was a bombshell.

  Not speaking a word, Willow grabbed both their hands and brought them back upstairs, into Cruz’s bed. She didn’t miss the heated stare Cruz gave her when she’d come down stairs wearing his shirt, keeping it wide open, letting him pretty much see everything. She knew that look he gave her; he was ready to fuck.

  When she turned around to face them, she found Cruz with lust glazing over his eyes and Maelani with an interested expression on her face. With pride, Willow took off her shirt, exposing her naked body in one fell swoop. Cruz nodded while biting his bottom lip, and Maelani just smiled. Yup, she knew Maelani was in.

  Willow went over to Cruz’s iPod dock and turned on some music that had her hips swaying back to Cruz. She grabbed ahold of his shirt and said, “Tell me, Cruz, who would you rather fuck, me or Maelani?”

  The pained expression on Cruz’s face at having to choose had Willow giggling to herself.

  She patted his chest and then tore his shirt off. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to choose, because I’m going to choose for you. I want you to fuck Maelani.”

  Cruz looked at Maelani, who was standing to the side looking intrigued, but also a bit nervous.

  Willow held out her hand for Maelani, which she hesitantly took. Willow pulled her in between herself and Cruz, who was already sporting an erection through his jeans.

  “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” Willow asked Cruz, who was looking down at Maelani.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” he replied with heat in his eyes.

  “Then take off her clothes,” Willow demanded.

  Cruz looked down at Maelani and tilted her chin up so she had to look up at him. “You okay with this?”

  Shock flowed through Willow at the gentleness in Cruz’s words. He normally just took what he wanted, but she could see the concern in his eyes for Maelani; it was almost endearing to watch.

  “Yes,” Maelani all but whispered.

  Clearing his throat, he nodded and ran his hands down her stomach to the hem of her shirt. Very slowly, he peeled the shirt up, revealing her dark skin and tattoos. Just at the mere sight of Maelani, Willow felt herself start to go wet. She loved the cock, but the female form was something she couldn’t stick her nose up at, especially one as fine as Maelani’s. She was hot.

  Pleased with her decision, she stood back and watched Cruz undress Maelani. After her weekend with Declan, aka, sex god, she was happy to see that Cruz was interested in someone else, because for a little bit there, she thought he might be getting too clingy. Yes, she loved fucking Cruz, but that’s all they were. Compared to Declan, Cruz was old news, because Declan exposed her to new things, helped her relax, and escape her life briefly. It was a type of high she never wanted to leave; Declan made her feel important.

  But, she wasn’t ready to settle; she didn’t need to settle, so fucking around was exactly what she was going to do. To have Declan and Cruz at her disposal wasn’t a bad thing at all.

  **Cruz**

  Fuck, he was really going to have a threesome with Willow and Maelani. The minute Maelani gave him the go ahead to undress her, Cruz had never instantly gone so hard in his life.

  He grabbed the hem of her shirt and started peeling it off of her. She lifted her arms for him and once he got to her breasts, he took a deep breath and lifted her shirt off of her. When he looked down, he was greeted with the most beautiful pair of breasts he had ever seen. He was right, she wasn’t wearing a bra, making her that much hotter.

  “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said, as he ran his hands down her stomach to her jeans. He unbuckled them quickly, because he was starting to feel the need to be inside of her. When he pulled down her jeans, he noticed that she only wore a pair of lacy, mint green boy shorts that framed her ass to perfection.

  Cruz ran his hands down her back to cup her ass and groaned. She was small, smaller than Willow, but she had curves in all the right places. Plus, she had an intricate tattoo that laced her side. It was made up of hibiscus flowers in bright colors; it brought up her hot factor a few more notches.

  With a grin plastered across her face, Willow came up behind Maelani and ran her hands to her front, where she cupped her breasts. Cruz watched in fascination as Maelani rested her head against Willow’s shoulder and moaned as Willow massaged her breasts.

  To watch Willow’s small hands run over Maelani’s breasts had his cock pressing painfully against the seam of his jeans.

  “Tell me, Maelani, is Cruz hard for you?” Willow whispered.

  Maelani looked up at Cruz, and then lowered her hands to the waistline of his jeans. Delicately, her fingertips grazed his crotch and a smile spread across her face.

  “He is,” she confirmed.

  Well, fucking hell he was. He wasn’t a priest, for fuck’s sake. He had two practically naked women in front of him feeling each other up; of course he was hard.

  “Good, now turn around, I want to see you.”

  Maelani did as she was told, making Willow very happy. Cruz stared down at the perfection of Maelani’s ass and decided to take his jeans off; he couldn’t take the constraint anymore. While he took his jeans off, Willow ran her hands through Maelani’s hair and then took her mouth in hers. Cruz stood up completely straight, just as rigid as his cock, as he stepped out of his jeans and stared down at Willow and Maelani making out, their breasts pressed together and their hands roaming about their bodies. It was, by far, the hottest thing he had ever seen.

  With accuracy, Willow maneuvered Maelani to Cruz’s bed and laid her down. Willow kissed Maelani a little bit more and then moved her mouth down Maelani’s chest to her stomach and hovered right above her panty line. Cruz gulped as Willow pulled him closer and then started taking off Maelani’s underwear with her teeth. Maelani’s chest heaved with anticipation and her nipples were rock hard. All Cruz wanted to do was bury himself deep inside the girl. He was so damn turned on, more than he had ever been.

  Once Willow got rid of Maelani’s underpants, she went after Cruz’s boxer briefs. She didn’t use her teeth, but instead, tore them off as quickly as possible, and as she worked her way back up his body, she ran the flat of her tongue against the underside of his cock and then sucked off the pre-cum that was starting to show.

  “Fuck…” Cruz drawled out.

  Before he could adjust to the amazing head Willow was giving with her tongue ring, she pulled away and pulled him down on the bed, so they were flanking Maelani.

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p; Willow looked up at Cruz and said, “Don’t you just want to touch her tits?”

  Not being able to talk much, he nodded his head and ran his hand up Maelani’s flat stomach. He traced the ridge of her abdomen, loving the way she was so fit, and then ran his hand up to the underside of her breast. Her mouth parted open, just barely, but he could tell she was turned on, ready for him to touch her. Willow mimicked his movements, watching him intently, so he continued. He cupped Maelani’s breast and moved his hands in a circle, applying just the right amount of pressure. He leaned down and brought his mouth to her; he needed to taste her, to experience her.

  Her hand found the back of his neck and pulled him down even further where their tongues met and meshed together. She tasted like heaven, and the lust that he had for her was matched by the same intensity from her lips, sending him into overdrive. His hand continued to massage her breast as his tongue disappeared into her mouth.

  Willow came close and pulled Cruz’s mouth away and replaced Maelani’s mouth with hers. Her tongue dove into his mouth and he matched the thrusts with his. She was demanding, almost a little erratic. There was something different about her, but Cruz couldn’t quite place what it was.

  Needing to touch her more, Cruz moved his fingers to her nipple, where he started pinching the little nub. He loved the feeling of her pebbled nipple running through his fingers; it was perfect.

  Pulling away, Willow smiled and then lowered Cruz’s head down to Maelani’s and brought her head down to hers as well, engaging in a three way kiss. By no means was it sexy; it was sloppy; it was careless; tongues were everywhere, but it was so fucking erotic, Cruz never wanted it to stop.

  “See if she’s ready for us, Cruz,” Willow said when she pulled away.

  Not needing to be asked again, Cruz ran his hand down to Maelani’s pussy and took a deep breath before he stuck his finger inside of her. She was dripping wet, completely ready.