by Serena Grey
“Who’s she?” I whisper to Landon.
“Elizabeth McKay. It’s her first role. Her father produced the play, and Aidan can’t stand her, for some reason.”
“What reason? She’s so talented.”
“Which is why Aidan had to grin and swallow whatever he’s feeling.” Landon smiles when he says his brother’s name, and I can see the pride clearly in his eyes.
My eyes find Aidan on the other side of the gallery, and I follow the direction of his gaze. He’s looking intently at Elizabeth McKay, his eyes so focused that I start to wonder if there’s more to his dislike.”
“Maybe he likes her,” I whisper, leaning towards Landon. “Sometimes attraction can manifest as dislike.”
“Hmm.” Landon nuzzles my neck. “Is that why you disliked me so much at first?”
I smile. “Maybe I still do.”
“Do you?” I feel his hand on my thigh, inching up towards the hem of my dress. “Or maybe now you like me just a little.”
I pull in a breath as his hand disappears under the hem of my dress, moving slowly upwards to stop at the juncture of my thighs. “Just a little,” I agree.
His voice is a warm whisper so close to my ear. “I guess I have to work on that. Open your legs Rachel.”
I obey without thinking, not even pausing to spare a glance at the other people in the darkened theater. Immediately his fingers cup my sex, moving over the silk of my panties in a slow sensuous rhythm, applying only a light pressure as he works my folds, using them to massage my clit.
I sigh, and my legs fall further apart, giving him more space. He slides his fingers into the crotch of my panties, stroking me from my wet inner lips to my swollen clit. I moan softly, my hips lifting from the seat. If he continues, I’m going to come, right here, in a public theater.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, “so ready. I want to fuck you right here, Rachel, and it’s killing me that I can’t.”
“It’s killing me too,” I reply, desperation making me rub myself against his fingers, wanting to feel all of him. He slips two fingers inside me, stroking them in and out while he leans back on his seat and concentrates his gaze on the stage.
He looks as if he has all his attention on the play, but his fingers… His fingers are driving me crazy. He finds a sensitive spot inside me and rubs against it, and I grip the arm of my chair, biting back a loud moan as I hover on the edge of coming.
He turns from the stage to look at me, and from the stage lights, I can see the stark arousal on his face, the lust in his dazzling blue eyes. I can’t stop myself from spiraling over the edge. I cover my mouth with my hand, biting my lips as ecstasy ripples through me. He doesn’t stop until my body stops shaking, only then does he pull his fingers out and pull my dress down over my thighs.
He leans close to me. “Do you like me better now?”
I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You’re growing on me,” I manage. “Perhaps you can keep trying.”
He chuckles. “I’m certainly up to that.”
After the play, we descend from the gallery and go downstairs to the circulation area, where most of the press and critics are standing, some of them discussing the show. Landon stops to talk to a few of them, his demeanor charming and friendly. He keeps me beside him, his arm around my waist in a gesture that feels both protective and possessive, even as he introduces me to a couple of people.
After a while, we’re joined by Aidan Court, who looks just like a younger version of Landon, except that his hair is dark, and his eyes are a lighter shade of blue.
His gaze immediately land on me, and he smiles, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of friendliness and mischief. “You must be Rachel,” he says, “I’m Aidan.”
He looks almost too young to be directing a play on Broadway, but I don’t say so. “It’s great to meet you,” I reply, “and your play was very enjoyable.”
“I hope the critics think so,” he says with an easy laugh. “But let’s forget about work. What’s a nice girl like you doing with my brother?”
“None of your business,” Landon tells him, sounding both good-natured and affectionate.
Aidan wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me laugh.
Landon shakes his head. “How’re you coping with your ingénue?”
Aidan shudders. “Don’t ask.”
“I thought she was wonderful,” I proffer.
“Spellbinding actually,” Aidan corrects me, his eyes clouding for a moment. “But as I said, let’s forget about the play, Landon promised to take me out for a drink. I hope you’re coming?”
Landon’s hand tightens around my waist. “Of course she is,” he says, looking into my face for assent.
I nod. “I would love to.”
We end up at a bar close to the theater, where we find a private table and order drinks while Aidan regales me with stories about Landon. He’s five years younger, and from the way he talks about his brother, it’s plain to see that he idolizes him.
Some of the stories are hilarious, and Aidan is a gifted storyteller. I find myself laughing delightedly while Landon mock-threatens his unrepentant brother.
At some point in the evening, Landon has to take a call, leaving me alone at the table with Aidan.
“Now’s your chance to dig for dirt,” he says with a wink. “Ask me anything, I’ve been spilling on my brother since I could talk.”
I laugh. “Nah, I’m good.”
He nods, his voice turning serious. “Landon’s my big brother, and he’s saved my life… not just the one time everybody knows about. It’s great to see him looking as happy as he does with you.”
“You think he looks happy?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve seen him smile more tonight than since the night our mother died. In fact, I should be thanking you. Last week he was chewing my head off when I abandoned the play and went up north to hide out. He knew where to find me, and he talked me out of the funk I was in. Brought me back here too, to the delight of the producer and investors. He was mad, now he’s not, and I’m sure I have you to thank for that.”
“Last week?”
“Yeah,” Aidan says with a shrug. “Once in a while I go off the deep end. But I’m working on it.”
I’m not really listening anymore. When Landon had left me in San Francisco, it had been to take care of his brother, not work as I’d imagined. There were so many sides to him, but each side I discovered made me love him more.
“Last call to dig for dirt,” Aidan announces, downing his drink. “I’ll tell you anything.”
“Come to think of it,” I start. “I just wondered… the day we met, Landon thought I was a hooker you sent to his suite.”
“Ouch,” Aidan manages to look shamefaced. “The thing is… It was his birthday, I was so caught up in the play, and I forgot to give him a present. We were having dinner and somehow, we started to have a conversation about the benefits of paid sex versus relationships. I’ve paid for sex. He hasn’t. I offered to prove the benefits by sending him a hooker, but he refused. When you arrived, he must have assumed that I ignored his wishes, as I have been known to do.”
“Oh…”
Aidan shrugs. “I hope I cleared that up.”
“Cleared what up?”
I look up to see Landon. “Nothing.” I smile at him, “we were just talking about the play.”
He looks as if he doesn’t believe me, but he takes his seat, and Aidan resumes his good-natured storytelling.
“Are you ready to go home?” Landon asks me after a while.
“Yes,” I turn to Aidan. “It was really great to meet you.”
He grins, “Likewise.”
After we say goodnight, Landon follows me to the street, where Joe is waiting at the curb. Standing beside the car, he takes my face in his hands and gives me a deep kiss. “I have to stay. Aidan and I have some things to discuss. Joe will take you home.”
I try to keep the disappointment out of my face. I had assumed that to
night would end with us finding the inevitable pleasure in each other’s arms. “Okay,” I sigh.
“See you soon,” he says, opening the door for me.
“Yeah,” I reply. “See you soon.”
LAURIE is still awake when I get home. She’s sitting yoga style on the couch while watching a late night reality show.
“Where’s Brett,” I ask.
She shakes her head slowly. “He left. We had a fight.”
Frowning, I move closer to peer at her face, and just as I thought, her eyes are red-rimmed. “What happened?”
She sighs. “Some girl called Emily… She started working at the gym a couple of weeks ago, and yesterday she came on to him. The skank.”
I collapse on one of the chairs and kick off my shoes. “How did you find out?”
“Brett told me.”
“And you fought with him? That’s nuts.”
“It’s not nuts when I knew she was interested in him. I told him she might misunderstand his flirtiness.”
I sigh. Laurie has always felt that Brett pays too much unnecessary attention to members of the opposite sex. “You mean friendliness.”
She rolls her eyes. “Come on. You and I both know how easy it is for some women to mistake his friendliness for flirtation. I don’t know why he can’t be a little more reserved.”
“I’m sorry Laurie,” I say with a shrug. “But if some bimbo tried to get in his pants, so what? He didn’t let her.”
“I know.” She gives me a small smile. “I didn’t plan to get angry. I just… couldn’t help myself after a while. I said some things Rach.” She puts her head in her hands. “God, I hate it when we fight.”
“I know.” I move to join her on the couch and put an arm around her shoulders. “It never lasts though.”
“Thank the stars for that.” She frowns. “So how did your date go?”
“Okay.”
“Come on,” Laurie cranes her neck to look at me, “You’ve got to give me more than that.”
“I met his brother,” I say with a smile.
“The hot one I saw online? Cool.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “So you’ve met the family. This is definitely dating.”
“It’s not like he introduced me as the love of his life.”
Laurie studies my face. “Is that what you want?”
I sigh. “I don’t want to think about what I want. If I do, I won’t be able to enjoy what we have.”
“How long will you be able to enjoy it? You’re in love with him. Soon you won’t be able to take it if you don’t know for sure that he feels the same way.”
I’m silent. Of course, Laurie knows how I feel. She knows me too well not to have picked up on it.
“Do you know how he feels?” she asks gently.
“He says, he wants me, and can’t stop thinking about me.” I sigh. “When we’re together it feels like nothing else matters. I’ve never felt something so intense.”
She nods. “He might feel the same way, you know. I saw the way he looked at you earlier. I seemed like way more than lust and chemistry to me.”
Yes, but was it love? Anything else is temporary. Anything else means that one day, he’ll be through with me, and then I’ll have to deal with his rejection.
I change the subject, steering Laurie into telling me more about her fight with Brett. Afterward, I say goodnight and go to my room, where, as soon as I’m alone, my mind goes back to Landon.
He wants me. I don’t doubt that, but how does he feel about me? How long will I be able to love him without knowing if there’s any chance that he’ll ever feel the same?
I wash the makeup off my face and change into a tank top and shorts, but when I get into bed, I’m still unable to fall asleep. In the distance, a car alarm goes off, and I start to wonder what Landon is doing. He would have finished talking with Aidan long ago. Was he back at his apartment now? Was he alone? An unbidden, unwanted thought of him with another woman flashes across my mind. It’s far-fetched, improbable, but it still makes me feel desperate.
My phone starts to ring, rescuing me from my thoughts. I grab it from my nightstand and see Landon’s name on the screen. The surge of relief weakens me.
“Hey,” I say softly.
“Did I wake you?”
“No,” I reply. “I wasn’t asleep.”
“Oh?” he sounds surprised. “What are you doing?”
Thinking about you. “Nothing. I’m just lying in bed.”
“Alone?”
I smile. “Very funny.”
I hear him breathe. “Were you thinking of me?”
Always. “What if I was?”
“I’d tell you that I was thinking about you too. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night.”
My breath catches. “You should stop,” I tell him, “You’re in danger of starting to sound romantic.”
“Do you have anything against romance?”
“Not really,” I whisper. “Do you?’
“I cannot be opposed to anything that would bring you pleasure.”
I close my eyes. “My world is officially rocked.”
He laughs. “Did you have a good time, earlier?”
“Hmm mm,” I tell him. “I loved the play, and Aidan is really great.”
“I think he may have fallen in love with you. He’s usually more reserved with women.”
I chuckle. “That’s ridiculous.”
He laughs too. “It is. I’d have to challenge him to a duel or something.”
“You wouldn’t,” I say, giggling.
“I’d have to.” He pauses. “I want to see you.”
My heart quickens. “Now?”
“I know. It’s late, and you should be asleep. But I’m standing outside your building looking up at your window, wondering what the fuck is wrong with me.”
“You’re here?” I throw off the covers and run to the window. There’s his silver jaguar, parked close to the building entrance on the tree-lined street. The windows are up, so I can’t see inside the car except for a small glow that might be the screen of his phone, but as I watch, the door opens and he climbs out.
My breath catches in my throat. Seeing him always has that effect on me. He’s wearing the shirt from earlier, with the same black pants, but he’s discarded the blazer. He looks up at my window, almost as if he can see me from where he’s standing. “Can I come up?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He cuts the connection, and I watch him lower his phone to his pocket and walk toward the entrance of the building. Hurrying to the living room to buzz him in, I start to wish there was enough time to change into something sexier.
When I open the door, he’s already bounding up the last step. He takes the few steps towards me and without a word, gathers me in his arms and presses his lips to mine.
He smells so good, and he feels so warm, and hard and male. His lips tease mine, parting them, even as he moves inside the apartment with me in his arms and closes the door behind him.
I melt into him, wanting nothing more than to be consumed by him. His tongue caresses mine, his hands at my back holding me close to him, so I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh.
He releases my lips and leans back against the door, his hands still holding me to his body as he smiles down at me.
“Thanks for letting me up,” he says, “I’d have felt very much like a fool if I’d had to drive back home.”
“I doubt you’ve ever felt like a fool,” I reply, breathing heavily.
“No,” he agrees “But around you it’s hard to know how I feel.”
I search his face, desperately wanting proof that his words point to feelings for me on his part that could perhaps equal mine. “I’m glad I have such an effect on you.”
“I kept thinking about San Francisco. Falling asleep with you in my arms.” He pulls in a deep breath, making his chest expand. “What were you thinking earlier? When you were thinking about me.”
“I was won
dering what you were doing.”
“Only that?” He lowers his head and nuzzles my neck. “You weren’t thinking about my lips in your skin, like this?”
A small moan escapes me as his lips draw a line along my chin up to my lips. “Were you thinking about me kissing you, my fingers touching you,” I feel his hand slide up my thigh, stopping at the juncture of my legs. I can already feel the warmth pooling between my thighs as my body prepares to surrender to him.
“Is that what you were thinking?”
He grins. “Always. All the time. Everywhere.”
He pulls the crotch of my shorts aside and as he touches me, all my thoughts disappear. My hips grind of their own volition, rubbing my core against his stroking fingers.
He growls in my ear, before lowering his head to bite my nipple through the fabric of my tank top. Sighing in pleasure, I put my arms around his neck. He takes that as an invitation to lift me in his arms and carry me into my room, where he lays me gently down on the bed.
I watch as he takes off his shirt, then his trousers and briefs. Then he comes back to the bed, covering my body with his as he kisses from my lips down to my neckline, before reaching down to pull the tank top over my head.
He cups both my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently before he takes a hard nipple in his mouth, and sucks it deeply. He rolls his tongue around the swollen nub, then releases it, moving his attention and his tongue to the flesh of my breast. When I’m moaning and squirming beneath him, he moves on to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.
Without stopping, he moves his hand back to the juncture of my thighs and pulls the crotch of my shorts aside. His fingers reach inside, stroking me and spreading the slickness between my thighs before sliding inside me.
I spread my legs for him, pleasure spiraling inside me, as I start to move my hips in time with the movement of his fingers. He shifts his attention from my breast, moving lower, over my stomach, to the waistband of my shorts. Then he pulls his fingers out of me, and I lift my hips, helping him to get the shorts off me.