by Kat T. Masen
“He’s your brother. That’s family, Em. Just don’t let it get to you.”
Wesley was never ‘pro’ family. His mom is a well-known gold-digger who married some billionaire and moved from Bel-Air to the South of France. Her priorities are men and money. Although Wes hates talking about her, I can tell he doesn’t approve of her lifestyle and wishes he had a mother less involved in herself. I’ve met her twice during our relationship, and each time I wondered how a woman could be so possessed by wealth. She’s never shy in parading the fact that her son is a well-known star. Her only disappointment is Wes’ sister—Clara. She lives in Utah on some ranch with her husband and two sons. A stay-at-home mom who couldn’t care less about money.
Ash is something else, though. Sure, I was livid he could so easily disregard his marriage for a night of sex, but what I didn’t expect was for him to be at the hotel, alone, later. Thinking back…
Logan pushes my body against the mirror that lined the elevator. Sliding his hand up my leg, he settled it on the back of my thigh. His kisses were fast, desperate, and left me breathless. He did this thing where he moaned every time I ground on him. I fucking loved it, purposely doing it on repeat so I could hear his frustration come out each time.
The elevator pinged and I pushed him away with force to the other side of the elevator, bowing my head as the doors opened to Ash’s voice. “There you guys are. I was beginning to worry.” He paused, and it gave me a chance to look up. “What’s going on? Wait, did you guys get into a fight again? I swear I can’t fucking take you two anywhere. Just move on, will you?”
“Actually...” I cleared my throat, “… there was this crazed homeless guy around the corner and he started chasing us, so we ran, hence why we’re out of breath.”
“Yeah,” Logan follows. “I think he had a knife.”
“A knife?” Ash stared at the both of us like we were crazy.
We nodded.
“It doesn’t explain the wig and mustache.”
“Funny story…” I laughed, trying to ease the nerves, “… our cab driver took a wrong turn and we didn’t want to head home so we went to this bar, and there happened to be a costume shop. We thought why not have some fun, you know?”
We stepped out of the elevator, Ash standing with his arms folded and brow raised. “Why didn’t you call me?” Ash proceeded to whine. “I would have been all for dressing up like an aging porn star.”
Logan chuckled, ripping his mustache off with a pained face and removing his wig. His hair was a wild mess, and I found myself gawking at it like a fool.
“Maybe next time.”
Ash foiled our plan to get naked and join the friends-with-benefits club. It wasn’t such a bad thing. Logan and I were crazy together. It’s like he brings out this other person in me who seems to lay dormant and wants to throw all caution to the wind not realizing the amount of trouble we can and probably will get into.
I’m distracted by my phone. The vibration causing it to sound against the marble top.
Logan: We need to talk. Meet me at my hotel in an hour. My plane leaves at noon.
Why does everyone want to talk this morning? I read the text and quickly erase it, not wanting Wes to see. I pop two Advil in my mouth and accompany it with a tall glass of water.
“I have to go.”
“Where?” Wes questions raising his eyebrow.
“I have that fitness shoot this morning, and have to pick up a couple of things.”
“Right... what things do you have to pick up?”
“Feminine products.”
He instantly backs off, turned off by the prospect of shopping for tampons. The lie pays off as he leaves the room allowing me to finally get some peace and quiet.
Inside the confinement of my room, I quickly respond.
Me: I’ll be there in thirty minutes.
I sort out my bag and pack my things. The shoot is at 11:00 a.m. and if the traffic isn’t too awful, I will have enough time to see Logan then quickly dash to the shoot for hair and makeup. I’m already dressed in my yoga pants and tank, adding a cap to cover my face from the sun.
Wesley is sprawled on the sofa, wearing only a pair of shorts as he aimlessly channel-surfs. He usually visits the gym early but lately, he’s been hanging around doing nothing. Even though we aren’t together, I’ve noticed his behavior and how he has lost the motivation he once had. A part of me feels guilty, knowing my constant cold shoulder makes it impossible for either of us to be happy. Then I remember how it all started, and I’m back to sporting the shoulder.
“I’m going. I’ll be back after lunch when Karl and Josie arrive.”
“What?” His mood shifts, tone agitated. “We’re fucking filming again today?”
I’m surprised at his outburst. “You wanted to continue filming, Wesley. Poppy’s coming over, so make sure the apartment is clean.”
“We’re both contracted to film…” he softens his voice, “… it’s no fun anymore with you being so—”
“So what?” I cut him off.
“So distant.”
“Maybe I have been distant…” I say in haste, “… but it’s not without reason. Like I said, I’ll be back.”
I walk off making a conscious effort not to slam the door. I’m tired, irritable, and want this day over with. If it wasn’t for meeting Logan, I would have brought George with me. Instead, I’ve left him with a cranky father and an unappetizing bowl of kibble.
So with my cap down and shades on, I wait in the elevator with two teenage girls who have just been in the pool. They’re wearing almost matching bikinis which barely hide their assets.
“Oh my God, Livvy, did you know Logan Carrington’s staying at this hotel? Maddie said she saw him in the lobby yesterday.”
“Are you kidding?” She places her hand on her heart, chewing gum at a fast pace. “O.M.G. that means he’s probably with Ashley Chase. I swear I would blow him in a heartbeat.”
I’m secretly dying in the corner. The elevator is ridiculously slow and hearing about your brother being blown is enough to hurl.
“They are so hot,” she squeals. “We should go find them.”
“I think I saw them coming out of their room on level five,” I tell them, keeping my face hidden.
In the corner of my eye, I see them look at each other.
“Are you trying to find them, too?”
“Me?” I laugh. “No. I’m not into celebrities at all, I think they’re sell-outs.”
The comment is enough to put the girls off surely, but no, they exit on level five on the hunt for their soccer stars. I exit on level twenty-two, taking a left and hoping I don’t run into Ash. They’re on the same floor but in different rooms—a request from Logan because Ash snores like a freight train.
The door to room 609 is in front of me. Knocking gently, I wait for any sounds of life before knocking a little harder. The door opens and Logan’s standing in the entrance, wearing a towel around his waist with his hair dripping wet.
Don’t look at his body.
Ignore the pack of abs screaming ‘lick me.’
I smile politely then walk in holding my breath, letting it go when I scan the room. Logan’s a complete neat freak, the total opposite of Ash. He’s made his own bed and even hung the towels in the bathroom. The room is modern, drapes open slightly to allow the morning sun.
I turn back around to face him.
“Did I miss the memo to work out?” he jokes.
I try to hide my smirk but it’s impossible, especially as he stands there tempting me so badly. “Did I miss the memo to join the Swedish hot-tub club?”
Logan chuckles, his wide grin accentuating his strong jawline. “I was taking a shower.”
“How convenient of you?” I say, holding his gaze.
A look passes between us, and not to show how uncomfortable I am I walk to the window and pretend to be looking at the view. I have to admit it is stunning. The Hollywood Hills in the distance and blue skies
gracing us on this beautiful spring day.
As I look around, I notice a couple in the apartment block the next street over. They’re inside what looks like a living room and the chick is on all fours as a guy eats her out from behind.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, covering my mouth instantly.
“What?” Logan stands behind me, a little too close. I can feel the towel touching my yoga pants.
“That couple.” I point.
“Oh, yeah... them.”
“Oh, yeah, them?” I repeat. “You’ve been here a day and you’re talking about them like you’re besties.”
“They caught my eye yesterday. Although, he had his cock in her ass that time.”
My eyes widen, the heat rising beneath my skin. Logan mentioning the word cock does something to me that needs to be restrained or I will jump him with that towel on. “Nice.”
He laughs, placing his hands on my shoulders then massages them gently. “There’re many words to describe being ass-fucked, but nice is probably not one of them.”
“I wouldn’t know,” I admit, immediately regretting it. “Wow! Those palm trees are tall.”
He turns me around, his stance intimidating me. “You don’t go from telling me you’ve never had a dick in your ass to the height of palm trees.”
“Uh... whatever.” I roll my eyes. “I bet you’ve fucked a million girls that way, man-whore.”
Logan continues to laugh irritating me further. “Believe it or not, no. When I fuck, I want it over and done with and out of my apartment.”
“Nice,” I say again, with a fake smile.
“That’s not nice, Emmy. I sense some jealousy in your voice.”
“Me?” I point to my chest. “Jealous of what? I know what you’re like, Logan. It’s not a secret. I came here to talk because you wanted to talk. So talk.” I fold my arms, keeping myself protected.
“You’re hot when you’re angry. Do you know that?”
“Yes, I do,” I respond with sarcasm.
He rubs his chin, making it hard for me not to notice the playful grin he continues to maintain. “About last night...”
Of course, it’s about last night. What did I think it would be about?
“Yeah?”
“I was going to fuck you,” he states firmly.
“And? I was going to fuck you.”
“Then we didn’t.”
“Well, Ash being a cockblocker is nothing new. Once, in high school, Mom and Dad were away and I brought this guy home. I swear Ash had his radar on because he clung to me like a bad smell.”
Logan’s grin disappears, his muscles tightening with a pinched expression. If I didn’t know better, he appears jealous. I want to laugh. How can he be jealous of something that happened in high school?
“Wait... are you jealous? You know jealously looks nice on you,” I tell him playfully.
“Stop with the word nice.”
“Fine, but you’re jealous? Just admit it.” I poke at his chest, any excuse to touch him.
“I’m jealous that other men get to touch you, but I don’t.”
I stand perfectly still, my heart’s racing followed by quick breaths. His stare is persistent, making it difficult for me to think straight. The green is his eyes make it problematic to notice anything else, but this hard stare makes me want to fall to the floor and beg him to have his way with me.
And then, I remember our pact—to have fun.
Our little secret.
“Then touch me,” I whisper.
He raises his fingertip and traces my cheek. “We need to agree this is just for fun.” He keeps his voice low. “Just between us.”
I nod. I don’t want anything else from him, but this escape.
“And fucking you won’t just be nice,” he accentuates. “If I fuck you, you’re going to feel it.”
Inside I’ve already descended into orgasm mode, but to keep my tough-girl persona, I think of a way to challenge him. I don’t want him to believe he has the upper hand. “You’re on, Carrington.” I tug on his towel, watching it fall to the floor. I’m taken aback by his cock standing hard. I’ve never been one to overanalyze with such detail but his cock seems absolutely perfect.
I fall to my knees, wrapping my hand around his length. His body instantly jerks. He moans as his hand wraps around my hair. I stroke it gently, his skin so soft yet rock hard beneath my grip. As I move my head in, I open my mouth and allow my lips to wrap around him, sliding into me as his whole body buckles forward.
“Fuck,” he moans, pushing my head to him.
I take in as much as I can, his growl coercing me to go deeper. His cock hits the back of my throat, but my reflexes push him back out in between my attempts to catch my breath. Beneath my yoga pants, my thin cotton panties are soaked, waiting for him to rip all my clothes off and fuck me hard like he’s promised.
I pull his cock out of my mouth, and with barely any breath I tell him, “Fuck me like you promised.”
His expression is pure torment, using all his strength to pull me up and toss me onto the bed, I lay there as he strips me leaving me bare in front of him.
He remains quiet, silently admiring the view in front of him. His eyes begin to wander, eating me up as they burn with fire when they land on the prize.
Spreading my legs with force, he positions himself in the middle, resting on his knees with his cock sitting at my entrance, gently caressing my clit. I close my eyes, moaning in delight as my back stretches against the white satin sheets.
He slides himself in, then waits, not moving but keeping himself buried. I open my eyes, maintaining an even breathing pattern to stop myself from coming straight away. His lack of movement leaves me wondering but now is not the time for questions.
“We were supposed to talk,” he strains.
“You’re buried inside me. I don’t know how coherent our conversation will be.”
He thrusts forward, catching me off guard and making me moan. “When I’m fucking you, it’s just you and me,” he commands, his tone powerful, posture straight while demanding I listen to him.
“It’s just you and me,” I repeat merely above a whisper. “But who else would it be? I’m not into threesomes, Logan.”
His body falls onto mine, lips touching then he kisses me deeply. Moaning into his mouth, I place my hands on his back, scratching from top to bottom as he lays still again. I’ve never been slow-fucked before. Not realizing how intense everything can be in slow motion.
Lifting his head, he drops it again into the crook of my neck, tasting the sweat off my skin. The tip of his tongue dances against me until he’s found my lobe, biting on it while using his hand to fondle my breast.
“I don’t care what you do outside of this room. I don’t care who you’re with, engaged to, or claim not to sleep with… I care about only this, Emerson. All your focus is on me. Do you understand me?”
I nod, incoherently, wanting to tell him that his demands turn me on.
I yank his face away from my ear, holding his head in front of me so he understands that I feel the same way. “Logan, this stays between us. Whatever happens in this room stays between us.”
He lowers his head, biting my lip and attempting to speak through strangled breaths. “You make me crazy. You make me think that nothing else in the world matters. Not soccer... nothing. I hate you for it.”
Unable to hide the smile that appears, he pulls back watching me in amusement.
“I hate you for everything you’ve done to me since we were kids. I want nothing more than to fuck you hard right now so you’re left with this moment torturing you for the rest of your life.”
“Quite a challenge, Chase.” His mouth widens with a grin, eyes watching the movements of my lips.
“Try me.”
He pulls his body up, keeping his hand beneath my chin. Using only his hips, he thrusts himself hard, slamming his body against mine. My head tilts back, neck exposed as he does it again. I quietly beg for him to go harde
r, the slow, excruciating pace teasing me beyond my means. All that needs to happen is one more thrust and I’m all his.
“I don’t play nice, or fair. I hate you as much as you hate me. And for everything you’ve done to me that’s caused me pain… this is payback, baby.”
Lifting my right leg above his shoulder, he spreads me wider exposing my clit, and without any further warning he lurches forward, slamming his cock in so deep it causes a ripple effect. My nipples stand on edge as the orgasmic sensations flood my entire body causing me to moan loudly until my throat runs dry.
Lost in this moment, barely able to open my eyes, I don’t notice he’s collapsed on top of me, panting heavily with our bodies drenched in sweat. His weight is heavy, but I don’t want to say anything and luckily don’t have to as he pulls himself out and lays beside me on his back.
We say nothing for a long time until the room no longer echoes our heavy breathing and falls completely silent.
“What time does your flight leave?”
“Just after noon.”
“Logan, I’m on birth control.”
He places his hands on his face, moaning underneath his palms. “Fuck, I don’t know why I didn’t ask.”
I laugh. “Because you weren’t thinking straight.”
“No, I wasn’t,” he answers seriously, keeping his expression straight. “Now what?”
“You go to England, I stay here.”
“Right.”
I feel exposed having this conversation in the nude. My top sits beside me so I pull it to me, placing it on my chest to feel less exposed. “We said no strings attached. Fun, without strings. You have your career and I have mine. Maybe when you’re in town again we can get together and have more stringless fun.”
“I’m still in town.”
“Yes, you are,” I agree.
He sits up on his knees and between my legs. Removing my top, he demands me naked in front of him. “I’m still in town for another twenty minutes. So, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve given me the green light to have more fun.”
His cock is rock hard, again.
I swallow the lump trapped in my throat and smile back at him. “What ya got for me, Carrington?” I tease.