“Drew, Quentin will be back soon,” she moans.
A twinge of red flickers past my vision. “Don’t think about him while I’m trying to seduce you, Sydney. I don’t like it.” Like I need his fucking name coming from her lips while I’m sucking on her. As punishment, I jerk down the other side of her bra and release her other breast. Switching to that side, I nip at her, hard. A deep hum escapes from her throat and my dick actually fucking hurts.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Quentin’s brightly colored shirt and sit up, straightening her clothes before she even notices the car door opening.
“Here’s your info and your keys. You’re in the Presidential Villa, so you’ll have a little bit of a walk. Drew, you know the way, right?” Quentin flops down into the front seat and reaches his hand back for me to grab the envelope.
“Yes, thank you for doing this. Sydney wanted to just walk right on in the front door,” I smirk at her as I tell Quentin her brilliant plan.
Oops, now she’s pissed. Damn, she’s even cuter when she’s pissed then when she’s just in a bad mood. Syd makes a face and smacks my chest with her knuckles. “Don’t be an ass, Drew.”
Quentin bursts out laughing. “Man, I love to see someone who doesn’t kiss your butt, pretty boy.”
“Yeah, you would,” I tell him as I grab Sydney’s hand and drag her out of the car. My cock is straining in my jeans as I quickly lead her across the property towards our villa. I need to touch her, to be inside her, now. So much so that we’re practically sprinting through the maze-like walkways.
I unlock the door and let Sydney walk in before following and kicking the door shut behind me. She spins around at the loud noise and her eyes widen when she sees me staring at her, undressing her with my eyes. Stalking her like a predator in search of my prey.
Stepping towards her, I yank off my shirt and toss it to the ground, not breaking eye contact with my goal on the other side of the room.
Then, as usual, Sydney surprises the hell out of me. She fucking takes a step back! Away from me! A challenge? She has no idea what she just unleashed. I thought my dick hurt before, now it’s about to fucking rip through my jeans.
“Is that how it is, Sydney? Are you going to make me chase you?” I watch her sweet mouth fall open, just enough to make me think about all of the dirty things I want to do to it. Her eyes fall to my naked chest, and they dilate with lust.
She’s turned on, it’s as obvious on her face as everything else she’s ever thinking. But what does she do? She takes another fucking step back, her hands clenched at her sides as if preparing to run. This? This is going to be very, very satisfying.
I casually open my belt and pants as I speak, the buckle rattling against the zipper. “I see.” Stalking toward her I kick off my shoes, relishing the thought of what I’ll do when I get her. “I will catch you, and then I’m going to make you scream for teasing me.”
I can hardly hear her low, raspy voice I’m so fucking turned on. “I’m not teasing you,” she insists. Watching closely, I see her thighs press together and I know she wants me, enjoys this game we’re playing. I take another step, stripping off my pants and socks, my eyes never leaving hers.
Again, she steps back and now my cock is as hard as it’s ever been. Sydney notices it too, because her greedy eyes are fixed on my tented black briefs.
I want to smile at her, but I’m too fucking wound up and my balls are heavy and they ache with need. “Eye fucking me again, Sydney?” I move closer to her, knowing she’s just about out of room to go backwards.
Sydney can barely speak, her chest heaving with desire. “No.” She takes her final step back and is pressed against the wall of the suite.
Fuck, it takes everything I have to not rip off her clothes and sink into her right now. Instead, I take the last step to close the gap between us and put either hand on the wall next to her head.
“Why are you trying to get away from me?” I drag my mouth up her neck and whisper in her ear. “Don’t you want me, Sydney?”
She doesn’t answer, so I unfasten the top of her jeans and slide my hand down her pants. Shit, she’s so fucking ready. “Always so wet. I think you do want me, you just like to drive me crazy.” I rub my finger over her clit, listening to her moan in pleasure, her rapid breaths blowing across my sensitive skin. Satisfied that she’s as worked up as I am, I remove my damp finger from her panties and slowly circle it over one breast.
Sydney thumps her head back on the wall and murmurs my name, raking her nails down my chest and abs. My cock jumps at the feel of her hands on my skin and I almost come right then. She stops at the edge of my briefs, my dick just millimeters from her fingers and I hiss at the close contact. Jesus, she tests all of my limits, every fucking time.
Without warning, Sydney is peeling off her shirt, her breasts still jutting out of her bra from my earlier teasing. “God you’re so fucking hot. You have no idea what you do to me, to my self-control.”
I unclasp her bra and toss it and I’m done with this game. I can’t stop anymore. I don’t have it in me to hold back. I close my eyes and try my best to rein in my overwhelming desire to fuck her, hard and demanding, right here against the wall. When I look at her again, and see the unbridled lust on her face, I know without a doubt, that she will get fucked against the wall.
Before I can move to take her, she strips off her pants and tugs on my briefs, slamming my hard cock against her soft body. Jesus, she feels so fucking good.
Then she completely shatters my control. “I want you,” Syd murmurs as she tilts her head and drags her tongue across my neck, sending a blazing hot spike of electricity down my spine and into my cock.
That’s it. I shove her back and free myself from the tight restraint of my briefs. Too focused on getting inside her to think of anything else, I grab the thin scrap of lace that she calls underwear and rip them in half, throwing the pieces somewhere over my shoulder. I pin her up against the wall, reach under her ass so she can hook her legs around me, and sink my cock home.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” I should feel guilty for pounding into her so hard and fast, but my brain has taken a back seat to the almost incapacitating desire racing through my veins, lust reining over logic. Sydney must feel the same way because she uses her legs and arms to hang on tight, her voice stolen by the heavy breaths which are coming in short, mewling gasps as she gets close.
I need her to come, soon. The pleasure is so intense that I can’t stop my own crest from building. “Don’t hold back Sydney!” I demand. It only takes one more hard snap of my hips for her pussy to clamp down on me as she wails. Her orgasm drags me right over the edge with her and it’s so fucking powerful that I bite down on her shoulder to stay on my feet and keep from collapsing on the floor.
The villa is quiet except for the heavy panting coming from us as we recover. Nothing in my life can compare to being inside Sydney and nothing ever will. I never want it to end. I gently lave and kiss the red mark that my teeth left behind as I carry her into the bedroom, still buried deep inside her as I lay her down on the bed.
“I love you so much, Drew.”
“I love you too, Syd.” Exhausted, I pull out of her and tuck her up against my chest, wrapping my arms around her and our future that she carries within.
CHAPTER 30
“That one.” I can’t take my eyes off of Sydney as she assesses herself in the full length mirror that’s been set up in the living room of the villa. She’s wearing a long red dress that hugs every single one of her luscious curves as a stylist flits around her ankles.
She turns and gives me a shy smile, stealing the air from my lungs. The tiny seamstress comes in and whips off the dress when Sydney agrees with my choice then darts back out of the room with a pile of red fabric over her arm.
I get a good look at Sydney standing in her lacy black strapless bra and thong and a pair of tall gold stilettos before she shrugs into a robe. Great, now I have a hard-on.
/> The stylist takes the rack of rejected dresses and leaves the suite as Sydney sits on the couch to remove the shoes. I drop onto the seat next to her and tuck my hand into the neckline of her robe, needing to feel her soft skin more than I need my next breath.
She swats my hand away playfully, “Drew, stop it.”
God she’s so fucking adorable, I can’t help but laugh. Her smile fades into a frown. She doesn’t think I’ve noticed that something’s up with her today, but I have.
“How are you feeling?” I tilt my head to wait for her answer.
“Fine,” she replies, too quickly to be genuine.
I give her a look that lets her know that I’m well aware that she’s full of shit. She’s probably nervous about the premiere and won’t admit it. Fuck, I’m nervous and I’ve done this dozens of times. I’m not stupid, this is going to be a fucking nightmare, but selfishly, I still want her with me. I want the world to know that she’s mine.
She was perfect this morning with my family, and they lover her, just like I knew they would. Shit, my mom is fucking ecstatic that I’ve finally met someone. Syd could probably have a second head and she’d be happy.
“I’m going to go check on my parents next door, I’ll be right back okay?” I press a small kiss to her wrist, inhaling her sweet floral scent before standing up and leaving. She nods, looking tired. If I stay here with her, I’ll end up trying to coax her into sex and she won’t get any rest. The premiere is going to be exhausting enough, especially since she’s pregnant.
I pass the elderly seamstress, busy at work and duck out of our suite and around the corner. “Drew, come on in,” my dad says when he opens the door to their villa.
“Thanks Dad, I just needed a distraction while they get Sydney’s dress ready.” I step inside and head straight for the bar, grabbing a beer out of the fridge and twisting off the cap.
My dad chuckles, as I flop down on the sofa. “Women, they sure do take forever to get done up.”
I hand him a beer and he joins me in front of the television.
“I heard that Andy!” my mom calls out from the back bedroom.
Dad just rolls his eyes and takes a long drink from his bottle. He mouths ‘high maintenance’ to me and laughs. I can’t help but laugh with him. Shit, I needed this. All of the stress with Syd’s interview and going public today, plus the pregnancy and the fact that she isn’t feeling well… it’s nice to just relax and hang out with my family.
Thirty minutes later, my sister breezes through the room in a gorgeous blue dress. “Daddy, Drew, I’m going next door to get my makeup and hair done. See you in a little while.” Her heels click across the floor and the door shuts behind her.
“See, son? High maintenance.”
We laugh and watch random sports highlights until it’s almost time to go.
“I’d better get back and see if Syd is ready yet.”
“Alright Drew. We’ll see you inside the theater.” My dad stands up with me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “I’m proud of you son. This film, I know it means a lot to you, and Sydney… well, let’s just say I’ve never seen you happier so don’t screw it up, okay?”
It takes me a minute to find my voice. Having heart to hearts, giving me advice, it’s not exactly normal behavior for my dad. “Thanks, Dad. She does make me happy. She’s everything.”
He nods his approval and smiles. “You’re going to shock the hell out of them today with her on your arm, son. Good luck.”
“Yeah, see you there Dad.”
Well, that was one hell of a strange Hallmark-fucking moment for the Forrester men.
Time to go let the vultures pick my carcass clean. At least this time, I’ll have someone I love by my side.
If Rhys doesn’t shut the fuck up soon, I’m going to throttle him. His freaking out over me bringing an actual date on the red carpet is sending Sydney over the edge. I can see it on her face.
She is losing her shit. Half of the time that I glance over at her, she looks like she might throw up. Whether it’s nerves or the pregnancy, or maybe both, I’m not sure. All I know is that Rhys needs to stop worrying out loud about the paparazzi’s potential reaction to Sydney.
Jane and Quentin shoot me sympathetic looks across the back of the limo. Even they can see that Sydney is silently freaking the fuck out. Clueless fucking Rhys, as usual.
Finally, he ends his irritating phone call. I’m about to ream his ass out when he starts flinging directives at me.
“So, we’re the last to arrive. Drew, you get out first, and help Sydney from the limo.” I give him a sharp look. Dumbass! Like I’d leave Sydney behind or some shit. “Then Quentin and I will walk behind you, to make sure you have space and no one gets too close. Jane will walk in front of you to help you get to each reporter that we promised an interview to.”
Then he turns to Sydney, who is probably just about on the verge of passing out she’s so pale. “Sydney, you can join Drew for some or all of the television interviews, it’s your choice …” her eyes widen in horror as he speaks.
Now I’ve had enough.
“She’s staying with me the entire time.” I turn to Sydney to reassure her that I won’t leave her alone. “I don’t want you leaving my side. Not for one second. It’s going to be an absolute shitstorm out there with us together. No way will you be where I can’t see you.”
Rhys starts yammering again, “Drew, it’s up to Sydney …”
Motherfucking Rhys!
“Rhys, it’s not up for fuckin’ discussion! That’s it.”
Sydney takes my hand. Hers is already slick with sweat and we’re still in the car. “I’ll stay with Drew, it’s fine. That’s what I want anyway. I’m too nervous to not be with him.”
Quentin leans in and pats her knee. Don’t fucking touch my girl, ass! Are the two of them deliberately trying to piss me off today?
“You’ll do fine, Sydney. I mean heck, you were literally born to do this!” he says, ignoring the angry glare that I shoot his way.
Before I can yell at either of these dumbasses, the limo glides to a stop in front of the theater. I hear Syd take a deep breath and see her wince out of the corner of my eye. Something isn’t right.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
She gives me the biggest fake smile I’ve ever seen. “Of course, your fans are waiting babe.”
Shit! I knew something wasn’t right. She isn’t feeling well. I don’t know anything about pregnancy, maybe this is normal. I have no fucking idea. I’m about to tell them to screw the premiere and drive off when someone opens the limo door. It’s too late now, I just have to hope that she’ll tell me if she gets sick.
With one last look at Sydney, I step out of the limo and the huge crowd goes insane. There’s more press here than I thought there’d be. I guess little independent films get the full media treatment when my name is attached to it, along with the great reviews it’s gotten so far. I wave and let my eyes adjust to the bright flashbulbs before turning to help Sydney out of the car.
She swings out and stands up, all long legs and gorgeous body and freezes like a deer in headlights next to me. The pop of the flashes hit her and she visibly flinches back from the onslaught. Fuck!
Pulling her close, I take her hand and squeeze it to reassure her that I’m here with her and won’t let go. “I love you baby, let’s do this.”
I hear Sydney’s name being murmured throughout the crowd of paparazzi and realize that our bubble of privacy has officially been busted. So many people are screaming for us to pose for them that all I can do is wrap my arm around her waist and put on my fake Andrew Forrester smile.
We’re pulled in so many different directions at once, I know that Sydney must be overwhelmed. The paparazzi aren’t making it any easier with their questions, which I specifically refuse to acknowledge.
“Andrew! Does this mean you’re not single anymore?”
“Sydney, are you the redhead from Verve?”
“Did you dum
p Adam Reynolds for Andrew, Sydney?”
“When’s the wedding?”
Christ, the fucking parasites never stop! Sydney cringes into my side as we approach a group of female fans who are shrieking so loudly, that I fear my ears may start bleeding at any moment. As much as I hate it, I have to let go of Sydney to sign autographs and pose with the fans along the red carpet. They’re all contest winners or something like that.
I return to her side as quickly as I can and grasp her hand. Leaning down so she can hear me, I make sure she’s not falling to pieces. “You doing okay, Syd?”
She doesn’t answer, but smiles and nods in response. Knowing her, I’m sure she doesn’t want anyone to overhear whatever she has to say.
Jane magically reappears at my side and guides us over to our first interview. Shit, it’s with Vicky Lester. I can’t stand speaking to her. She’s a vapid idiot and her questions are about as deep as the layer of makeup on her face.
“Hi Andrew, Sydney. So nice to see you here.” Vicky flicks her blonde hair with a too long fingernail and sticks her microphone up under our noses. I wrap my hand tighter around Sydney’s and pull her closer, trying to alleviate some of her discomfort.
“Great to see you, Vicky.” I give her my Andrew Forrester smile and wait for the bullshit parade to begin.
Vicky doesn’t disappoint, immediately turning to Sydney and asking her questions about her dress, how we met, and that fucker Adam Reynolds. With me standing right fucking here next to her! I don’t realize that I’m squeezing Sydney’s hand too tight until she looks up at me and wriggles her fingers.
Jane rescues us and directs us to continue up the carpet. Syd’s a trooper as we stop to do several more interviews and pose for so many photos that we’ll both probably see flashbulbs every time we close our eyes for a week.
I told Sydney right before we left that I was going to kiss her on the red carpet. She didn’t ask for my reasons why, but I’m sure she knows. I want, no I need everyone to know that she’s mine. No speculation, no rumors, no guessing. Mine. That douchbag Reynolds and the gossip about her being with him may have something to do with my intentions, but ultimately, I would have wanted to claim her publically with or without Reynolds in the picture.
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