Already Famous

by Heather Leigh

It’s fascinating to watch her process the information. I can almost see the gears turning in her head as she eats For someone so secretive, she’s very easy to read. Usually, the problem is that even though I might know the emotions she’s feeling, the reason behind them is always a mystery to me.

  “Is he involved in the project you have in California?”

  “Yes, he’s a principle investor as am I.” God I hate bending the truth to her. “He’ll be on site with me most days. That’s probably why he let us use his villa. He plans on bugging the shit out of me for six weeks and is just trying to butter me up.” This is actually true.

  If she only knew what I told Chad about her. I sounded like a complete pussy asking if I could use his house to impress a girl.

  Sydney laughs, “Not a bad plan if you ask me.”

  “I agree. He’s a pretty smart guy.”

  Once we finish eating she picks up our dishes and brings them into the kitchen. We both need a breather, so I grab a couple of beers out of the fridge. “Let’s just relax outside by the pool.”

  Sydney smiles and accepts one of the bottles from me. “Sounds great.”

  This place is perfect, serene and open, but very private. We walk back outside and watch the sun set over the Caribbean while relaxing on a lounge chair together. Syd tucks herself between my legs and leans back against my chest while we just enjoy each other’s company.

  I’m so comfortable with her physically, I just wish she would feel more comfortable with me mentally. She’s so closed off, afraid of being hurt. I’ve been wracking my brain to figure out why she hates celebrity shit so much and all I can come up with is that she used to date someone who dumped her when he made it big.

  He’s a fucking douche if that’s what happened, and it better not be that jackhole Reynolds!

  My fists are aching to pound his worthless ass into the ground.

  After she finishes her beer, Sydney gets up and sits by the edge of the pool, tucking her legs underneath her. Maybe if I tell her about myself, the non-acting stuff, she’ll open up some for me. I’ll take whatever she’ll throw my way, any scrap of information about her would be like a drop of water to a thirsty man.

  “So, when I was a kid in Boston, my sister was the biggest pain in my ass. She’s four years younger than me so I started noticing girls when Allie was still a kid. There was this one girl in my class that I liked and Allie knew it. But she was pissed at me over some stupid thing I’d done, so she told the girl that I couldn’t wear deodorant because I was allergic to it. God, it was awful for me at school after that.”

  The memories of the crap Allie and I used to do to each other makes me laugh, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it.

  “Stop, stop, there’s no way your sister told a girl you liked that you were allergic to deodorant!” Sydney is laughing so hard that she’s clutching her stomach.

  “She did, believe me. She lied and told everyone that I couldn’t wear any because it gave me armpit rashes. It was revenge for the time me and my friends hid a walkie-talkie under her bed and made monster noises. She cried every night for a week. We were really mean to her that time.”

  “We used to tear it up all over that city. Me and my two best friends, Mike and Matt, would get on our bikes and ride over to Kenmore and catch the Sox at Fenway. Sometimes we’d ditch school to get autographs from our favorite players and see batting practice.”

  I’m sure I’m rambling like a starry eyed kid. I tend to lose myself when I talk about the Sox and what they meant to me as a kid. It was all we ever talked about back then, we were all going to play for them one day, together. In Boston, the sun rises and sets over Fenway Park.

  “That sounds like so much fun. I didn’t do anything like that growing up. Do you still talk to your friends from home?” She stretches out her long, toned legs and dips them in the pool.

  It takes me a minute, but I tear my gaze from Sydney and stare out at the sea, the waves glistening in the light of the moon. I hate talking about what happened to Matt, losing him is probably what started my tendency to be overprotective of my family, but I don’t want to be closed off or she may never talk to me about herself.

  “I still talk to Mike. Matt died of cancer when we were in high school. They were brothers.” I try to make it sound like it’s no big deal so she won’t feel bad about asking.

  The chair suddenly seems cold and impersonal, so I get up from and move next to her by the pool, wanting to be able to see her face as we talk, needing the intimacy.

  “I’m sorry,” she says kindly, placing her soft hand over mine in a comforting way.

  “It was a long time ago.” I shrug, tilting back my bottle to drink more beer. Then, Sydney shocks the hell out of me by telling me a story about her childhood.

  “In the third grade, Denny Hirschler tried to kiss me by the swings at recess.” Shocked, I look over at her, fascinated to be given a clue to her past. She’s staring dreamily out at the ocean, her eyes not really focusing on anything in particular. “When he puckered up, I reached down and threw a handful of dirt in his face, then ran away.” Her face lights up in a smile, then the corners of her mouth tug down at the memory.

  Hmmm, even back then she was reluctant to reveal her feelings. I file that away for future reference.

  “It’s your fault for being so kissable.” I lean in and kiss her gently.

  Somehow, I know she grew up alone, I don’t even have to ask, but I do anyway just to keep the conversation going. “You don’t have any siblings, do you Sydney.” I avoid looking at her, hoping that she’ll be more willing to talk about herself if I’m not staring expectantly.

  “No, I’m an only child.”

  God, she sounds so heartbreakingly sad. I turn back to her, upset by her tone of voice. It must freak her out, because she gets up and sits back in the chair, trying to put her walls back up between us.

  Fuck that, I’m not letting her get away from me when she’s being so open and agreeable. “You know you don’t have to answer anything that makes you uncomfortable?” I stand up and climb behind her on the chair, pulling her back against my chest.

  “I know. I’ll let you know if I’m freaking out. I’m sorry I’m so difficult. I…I don’t date much. Part of the whole not wanting to talk about myself hang up I have.”

  For about the millionth time I want to find out who fucked up this gorgeous, perfect girl and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. It takes all of my energy to keep my anger from showing. I don’t want to scare Sydney with what my family calls my ‘freakish over-protectiveness’ before she’s ready.

  Instead of getting mad, I wrap my arms around her small frame and comfort her. “You’re not difficult, Sydney. Everyone is affected by life’s events differently. When and if you want to tell me what happened to you, I’ll be here. In the meantime, I’m happy just to spend time with you.”

  And I am happy just to be with her. Would I love to know everything about her right now? Yes, but if she makes me wait forever I will.

  “My parents are divorced. They haven’t spoken in twelve years, and I haven’t seen my dad since then either.”

  Holy shit! She just volunteered information about herself! Without me pestering or pulling it out of her. A divorce story isn’t really what I was expecting to hear. Maybe her parents fought over her and dragged her into all of their bullshit. The thought stresses me out. I have to hold in all of the questions I have running through my head to keep her from shutting down.

  “That must have been hard; how old were you then?” I decide to go with an easy question first.

  “Twelve. Yes, it was very hard. It made me very untrusting, as I’m sure you can tell.”

  There she goes again, pointing out how fucked up she thinks she is.

  “I think you’re perfect,” I say as I brush my lips across her shoulder.

  Sydney turns to look at me, her pupils dilating when our eyes connect. “I don’t think I feel like talking anymore.” She slides her hand d
own my abs and over my growing dick. I don’t know if she’s trying to distract me or not, but right now I don’t care.

  This girl is going to kill me.

  “Me either.” Desire shoved every other thought out of my head the second her hand brushed across the front of my pants.

  Determined, I scoop her up in my arms and stalk into the bedroom. I’m going to find out whether or not she likes one of the kinds of control that I enjoy. I lay her down on the giant bed and climb over her writhing body, not letting any part of our skin touch, drawing out the torture.

  “Drew,” she moans, and the raw sound of her voice turns my cock into steel.

  Sydney tries as hard as she can to join her hips with mine, desperately wanting the friction it would provide. Smiling, I lean down and tease her with my mouth, licking and tasting every bit of her lips.

  “Please, I need you.” she groans into my mouth. Begging is so fucking sexy on her.

  My teasing is working. If I get her worked up enough, she’ll let me have my way with her. Frantic, Sydney clamps her long, athletic legs around my waist and attempts to pull me down to her. Fuck that if she thinks she’s taking control of this situation. Instead of giving her what she wants, I run my lips up and down her neck, driving her wild with longing. I chuckle against her skin when she moans in frustration at my barely-there touches.

  “Patience, Sydney. I want to savor you. I can’t get enough of your skin, your smell, the feel of your body. Let’s discover everything about each other.” Plus, there’s no way I’m giving in so easy when I’ve got her like this.

  I hook a finger in one triangle of yellow fabric and yank it aside, revealing a perfect pink nipple. Shit, my dick is fucking killing me right now it’s so hard. I lick and bite and tease her until she’s panting and arching into me. Then I pull down the other side.

  Fuck, she’s so fucking gorgeous. It’s taking everything I have to not just rip off her scrap of a bathing suit and sink into her right now.

  I untie her top and throw it somewhere, I don’t really care where it ends up at this point. “So beautiful,” I whisper as I taste her swollen lips again. I can’t take it, I have to see her completely naked.

  I drop to the side of the bed, kneeling on the floor so I can remove the bottom of her bikini. Thank God it has ties on either side or I’d probably ruin it by tearing it off. I fling it aside and expose everything to my insatiable eyes.

  Christ, her wet, pink pussy is calling out to me. “I need to taste you,” I tell her as I shove her legs apart and slide my tongue over her addictive slit. “Jesus, Sydney.” It’s fucking addictive, and I know without a doubt as I taste her that she’s the only woman I’ll ever want.

  I attack her clit and swirl my tongue around it until she’s breathing hard and moaning non-stop, scrabbling to grab on to anything to ground herself, the sheets, my shoulders, my hair. When I know she’s close I thrust two fingers into her tight passage and pump them in and out, finding that sensitive rough spot inside. The reaction I get from her is instant and volatile.

  “Oh God, Drew!” She loses control as she screams and bucks up and down on the bed.

  I can’t tear my eyes from her, watching her come apart. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. She gazes down and our eyes lock, sending her over the edge.

  “Don’t stop, I’m going to come!”

  I continue torturing her as her pussy convulses around my fingers and I lick her sweetness until she practically passes out on the bed.

  Now she’s ready to see how I like to fuck. Hard and fast and demanding. I stand up at the foot of the bed and grab her calves, yanking her toward me so her ass is on the edge of the mattress.

  “I’m not done exploring you yet, Miss Allen,” I tell her as I roll on a condom. I see her eyes pop open at the gruff tone of my voice. Then her gaze drops down my body and finds my hard cock, she licks her lips and her thick lashes flutter wildly.

  Fuck, she likes it when I’m bossy. This girl has no idea how bossy I can be when I’m given free rein. I take her ankles and put them up on my shoulders as I stand between her legs next to the bed.

  My cock positioned at her opening, I stare down at her flushed and sweaty face. “Are you ready for me baby? I want to fuck you…hard.”

  I hear her gasp when I say that and my dick jumps. My control is just about shredded, she’s getting it whether or not she answers me.

  “Yes, take me Drew.”

  Jesus, those words sound so fucking hot coming out of her sweet mouth. I savor them for a moment, closing my eyes and running them through my head again. When I open my eyes I’m done. She’s watching me with a carnal look on her face, practically begging me to fuck her.

  You got it baby. I roughly grab on to her hips and thrust into her, harshly and without any warning.

  “Ahhhh.” A groan escapes her lips as I feel her slick warmth wrap around my cock. I almost come just from one fucking second inside her. Hard as a rock and threatening to lose it, I struggle with my control before I can focus on Sydney again. When I do, her eyes have rolled back into her head in ecstasy.

  Oh sweetheart, we can’t have that. “Look at me, Sydney. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.” No way am I not going to see her eyes as I take what’s mine.

  Her lips part slightly and I hear a sharp intake of breath. She likes it when I take charge. She’ll probably never admit it though, she’s too stubborn.

  Our eyes remain locked as I begin to move. The brutal, rhythmic actions of my hips bringing us closer to the peak that we both need. And I do need it from Sydney, as much as I need to breathe. It’s not an option for me anymore, not a desire. Having her is a full-out fucking requirement for me to live.

  She claws at the sheets, holding them tight to keep from sliding back every time I pound into her. Without looking away, I turn my head to where her leg is up on my shoulder and drag my teeth down her ankle and calf. The primal noises coming from her bring me right to the brink, a spasm of pleasure tears from my balls.

  I reach down and thumb her clit once, then twice and she shatters around my cock, convulsing and screaming my name as she comes. Fuck if it doesn’t send me right over the edge with her. “Jesus Sydney,” I grunt and shove deep into her as her body grips my dick and pulls every fucking drop from me.

  With my legs too shaky to stand, I pull out and collapse to my knees next to the bed, laying my chest down on her flat stomach, my head resting between her breasts. Sydney pushes my sweaty hair back from my forehead and runs her nails down my back.

  “Mmmmmm, that feels good.” I lift my head to look at her. She’s stunning, flushed and content. A light sheen of sweat is on her chest. “You’re amazing,” I tell her honestly. And she is, this scarred, flighty, damaged girl trusts me enough to leave her protective bubble and take a chance.

  “Thanks for letting me in enough to come here, Sydney,” I tell her honestly, watching her blue eyes widen.

  “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now,” she murmurs.

  Me either. Who would have thought? Andrew Forrester, the ultimate bachelor. The guy who never brings dates to any events, who won’t settle down, who hasn’t had a girlfriend in almost ten years. Totally pussy-whipped by a girl I just met.

  And I couldn’t be happier about it.

  CHAPTER 16

  I look out of the back wall of the villa, the glass doors are pushed open allowing the deck and the surrounding trees become part of the house. Sydney is sitting by the pool, cradling her morning coffee like it’s a cup of liquid gold. I’ve noticed that about her, she can’t really function without her morning fix. It’s adorable.

  Yep, fucking pussy-whipped, just like Damien said.

  I put my lucky Red Sox hat on and head out across the deck to see her. She hates my hat, I’m not an idiot, but if we’re going out today I have to have it on to keep people from recognizing me and ruining everything. Fuck if I know what she’d do if she found out about my job. I don’t want to go there yet
, not until I know how she feels about me.

  Shit, thinking about feelings and crap. I’m such a fucking girl.

  I take the seat next to her. “So, snorkeling, hiking, jet skiing, sailing, what would you like to do today, Sydney?”

  She turns her head lazily in my direction, a dreamy look on her face as she puts her hand up to block the bright morning sun. “Those all sound wonderful. Anything would be great.”

  Chad said his crew is discreet and that his new sailboat is amazing, I guess it’s time to test it out. “Well, how about we take out a sailboat, and if we want to, we can snorkel, otherwise we’ll just relax onboard and enjoy the day?”

  And hopefully everyone on the boat keeps their mouths shut and treats me like a normal guy.

  I see her eyes flick up to my hat and her nose wrinkles a little at the sight of it but she doesn’t say anything. Knowing that she finds it repulsive and is too polite to tell me makes me smile.

  She starts to get up from her lounge chair. “Sounds great, I’ll just go shower off so we can go.”

  Fuck, Sydney naked in the shower? Absolutely, but first I have to make sure the crew understands the rules.

  Sydney walks past me and I grab her arm gently to stop her. “I just have to make a few calls to arrange the boat and I’ll join you in a minute, don’t finish too quickly.” The intonation in my words is clear, and she doesn’t miss it.

  I watch her eyes widen a fraction before her lids drop and she smiles seductively. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you wash my back.” She turns and disappears into the house, leaving me with a throbbing dick in my shorts.

  Shit, I need to hurry.

  Once I hear the water start in the outdoor shower, I pull out my phone and call Philippe. He answers on the first ring.

  “Mr. Forrester, what can I do for you?”

  “Philippe, we need the sailboat ready in an hour, is that possible?”

  “Of course, I’ll call the captain right away.”

  “Philippe, you need to make sure they understand very clearly, that they do not do or say anything to indicate that they know who I am.”