“Oh baby.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her sweet face enjoying what she was doing to his cock. Like a volcano ready to erupt, his groin heated and quaked.
Within minutes, she’d licked, sucked, nibbled, and kissed him clean. “Now.” She looked at him with passion-darkened eyes. “I’m going to finish you off.”
Her promise sent burning heat flowing like lava up his spine. “No argument here.” He barely managed the words before a shiver raced across his skin.
Licking his head, she stared into his eyes. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like anything you do. I like it a hell of a lot.” His growl conveyed his lust as every sensation combined to send him flying.
Her brow shot up. “But…is there anything special that you like? I mean…” She blushed. “Like what you showed me in the shower?”
She wanted to…? Aw shit, yes. He choked back the orgasm that nearly overtook him. Reaching to the nightstand, he grabbed the nearly empty vial of lube and handed it to Reno. “Try touching me back there. If it feels comfortable to you, just put your finger in an inch and do this.” He curled his finger toward himself. Fuck, just thinking about her touching his gland tightened his balls to nearly unbearable pressure.
“Mmm. I think I read about that in a romance novel, too.” Sitting between his legs, she opened the bottle.
“You know, I never appreciated books as much as I do right this second.” Hell, he had no idea what he was saying, anymore. He just wanted to pop, and staring at her, it could almost happen. Hold on, cowboy. He couldn’t embarrass himself.
She giggled then concentrated on settling a drop of lube on her fingertip.
Her actions, sexy but unsure, amped up the blood pressure in his cock. When she leaned closer and hesitantly touched his anus, and her soulful brown eyes locked with his seeking affirmation, it was nearly over for him. He spread his thighs, smiling through the haze of lust. “Yes.”
She did exactly what he’d done to her—circles around the outside of his puckered hole, a slight probe, then a slow push in. Goddamn, when she locked her lips on his cock’s head and coordinated the rear entry with a deep throat on his shaft, his lights went out and he plunged into darkness. No thought, only sensory, as his body neared the boiling point.
Inside his anus, her finger rubbed his sensitive spot, following the motion he’d shown her. This was better than anything he’d ever—then he exploded into her mouth. It came out of nowhere, an instant orgasm that didn’t build up, but just happened. One he’d remember forever. He might have passed on to another world, hung there for a minute, then fallen back to earth and landed on a bed of pillows.
His skin tingled, his mind twitched, and his heartbeat ran like a wild burrow.
Reno crawled up his body and stared into his eyes. “Was that okay?”
When feeling returned to his body, he found the muscle to wrap his arms around her and roll them over, her body partially under his. “That was mind-blowing. You are amazing.” He held her, taking inventory of each pleasure-swamped part of his body.
A few minutes later, she wiggled. “I’m on one of the bowls. Can you move for a second?”
He groaned and eased back. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He rolled her over and moved the bowls then bent low and licked a smudge of whipped cream off her thigh. Pulling the blanket over them, he turned off the light and held her close. “Sleepy?”
“Mmm hmm.” She pulled his arm around her.
He brushed his lips against her hair and settled in. As exhaustion overtook him, he smiled. He couldn’t remember being this happy. Ever. But he had to know what she was feeling. “Are you excited to go home?”
She hauled in a long breath and let it out slowly. “I wouldn’t say excited. Maybe anxious. I have so much to do once I get there.” Her fingers played across his chest.
“Your book edits?”
“Yes, and that class I’m teaching in a few weeks? I haven’t prepared for it yet.”
The floral scent of her hair snuck into his nostrils. Another thing about her he’d never forget. “Is that what you want to be when you grow up? A teacher?”
She laughed and ran her hand down his ribs. “I do. I love to write, but I have a longing to share what I’ve learned with others. I get so excited reading young writers’ work, and it gives me great pleasure to be able to guide them. I’ve had some amazing mentors…and some not so great.” Her voice turned sad with her last words.
She was talking about her ex-boyfriend. The one who tried to change her writing style. Make her into something she wasn’t so she’d fit into his life better. Asshole.
Her shoulder shrugged once. “What about you, Chase. What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Staring into the dark, he couldn’t find an answer. He’d always wanted to go back to school. College. Take some classes and learn about things that people talked about. Politics and religion. Evolution, the planets, stuff under microscopes.
He couldn’t tell Reno that. Hell, two years ago, he’d asked Jorjia to help him find a college, and she’d freaked out. She didn’t want the media to get a hold of the story. It would embarrass her if people knew she was dating someone so low-class. That’s what she called him. Low-class. She’d slapped him down hard, and the ache still lingered, flaring up every time he thought about going back to school.
He kissed Reno’s forehead. She’d never say something like that, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to remind her how uneducated he was.
“When I grow up, baby, I wanna be twice as sexy as I am now.”
She giggled a couple small laughs then her breathing grew heavy and slow.
His last thought before he followed her into sleep, was that he’d never do anything to embarrass her the way he’d almost done to Jorjia.
Chapter Eight
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RINGING DRAGGED CHASE out of his dreams four hours later. He picked up his phone and answered the studio’s wake-up call. “Thank you.” He lay down against Reno’s back, pulling her tight to his chest. Close to his heart.
She reached back and grasped his hard shaft. “What’s this?” Her velvety morning voice purred from her throat. “I ordered cherries, not bananas.”
He jerked his cock in her hand, loving the tight grip she had on him. “I have to get to the studio. Retakes.”
She reached over to the nightstand and handed him a condom. “First, I want a retake of last night.”
“Do you always get what you want, Miss Reno?” He knew the answer to that. With him, all she had to do was ask.
“Always.”
His arm slid under her pillow while his other hand tickled down her collarbone to her breast, rolling her nipple with his middle finger. He pressed his lips to her neck.
She sighed and tipped her head, giving him better access.
He took advantage, sucking the tender skin beneath her ear, drawing patterns with his tongue, and nipping her earlobe.
Sliding his free hand down her ribs, he trailed a slow path to her hip and across to her curly mound. His fingers dipped into the juicy flesh between her thighs. “Wet. You’re ready for me.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Now.”
Using one hand and his teeth, Chase opened the condom packet, a technique he’d perfected over the years. He rolled it on his staff then scooted lower. “Arch your back for me, baby.”
She did, and he thrust his hips toward her, finding the right angle, finding the hot, soft opening between her pussy lips where the head of his shaft met her quivering folds.
As he pushed his cock into her tight cunt, she squeaked and shivered.
“You like that?”
“Mmm hmm.”
He thrust into her slit, craving the fit of his hard muscle inside her sweet flesh. His hand found her mound again and rubbed against her folds. He touched where his cock moved in and out of her slick lips. The feel of his hard length penetrating her, flooded his balls and lower back with urgent lust. He could come now, damn
it. When was he going to get some stamina around this sexy woman? His sexy woman.
She fit her hand on top of his, her fingers next to his, feeling them fucking. No, so much more than just sex. Making love.
“You’re meant for me, Reno.” The words poured from his heart, surprising him.
“I think I am.”
His fingers, wet with her cream, found her clit, urging an orgasm out of her. He tasted the tender skin of her neck and tugged her hard nipple. Reno gyrated her sweet ass against him and called his name weakly as her body shuddered into climax.
This was probably his last time with her, their schedules for the rest of the day meant they wouldn’t see each other until late tonight. He wanted this to go on forever. He slowed his pumping, appreciating every inch of her hot, tight pussy. Sleepy morning sex with Reno. Damn. He’d never get enough. Never.
She reached behind her, sliding her hand onto his ass, gently squeezing with each thrust. Her breath sounded ragged, and she let out a small cry.
“Ahh.” He moaned, just on the brink of coming. He followed her into perfect oblivion, his happy, worn out balls barely able to produce enough to shoot out, but, shit, it felt good to be inside her. The orgasm was soft and slow, rolling over him like a heat wave.
He lay panting for a few moments. The curtains were drawn but a small slice of light showed across the bed. He had to get to the studio. He kissed her shoulder. “Baby?”
Her even breaths told him she’d fallen back to sleep.
He grinned. They’d given each other a workout last night. Hell, he should order up a massage for her. Her muscles would be screaming today. Looking at her beautiful face, he saw wet tracks of tears on her cheeks. She was struggling with the same grief he had, and it pissed him off. Why did their lives have to exist in separate worlds? How long would it be until he could see her again?
An unfamiliar lump formed in his throat. “You’re mine.” He whispered the words, still unable to believe he’d caught this angel for himself. He’d find time. Hell, he’d make time, no matter what it cost him.
Holding the condom on his cock, he withdrew from her tight slit, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the lights, blinding himself for a moment. Taking the condom off, he caught the glint of moisture on the outside. Her pussy juices. But when he rubbed the tip of the condom to feel her cream, a split opened on the latex. “What the hell?” He looked closer. His cum was on the outside.
“Shit.” Chase stepped nearer to the bright light over the sink. Sure as shit, there was a tear in the condom. This was not good. He set it on a piece of toilet paper on the counter then turned off the light. Slinking back into the bedroom, he grabbed the condom box along with the empty foil packet next to it.
Closing himself in the bathroom, he turned on the light and looked at the box. How long had they been in his kit? He found the expiration date on the foil packet. Damn, they were old, expired three years ago. Was this one condom defective, or were all four of them bad? The other three, he’d flushed already. He grinned. Four condoms, two blowjobs, a titty-fuck. Seven in one night, a personal best for him.
He crumpled the foil, the painful jab into his palm snapping him out of his proud moment. “Focus.” This was serious shit. He looked at his face in the mirror. Thirty. Getting old—and careless. This could be bad. Really bad. He should wake Reno right now and tell her, and they could run to a drugstore and get that morning after birth control.
Reaching over to throw away the foil packet, he stopped dead. If there was a baby, did he want her to get rid of it? His mind said yes, but his heart chilled at the thought of killing their child. He’d marry her if she was pregnant. Hell, he might marry her even if she wasn’t.
Wrapping the condom in toilet paper, he dropped it in the toilet and flushed. As he washed himself off in the sink, a smile crept onto his face and he looked at his reflection. He was a greedy bastard when it came to Reno. He let himself imagine her pregnant with his child. It would be like insurance, a way that he could keep her—once she realized how different they were. And she would, too.
Sooner or later, he’d screw up and she’d look at him like he was the slime on a bug’s butt. Maybe, if he could keep her happy and turn her “like” into “love” before she saw him for the high school dropout he was, he’d have a chance at a real life with her.
Leaving the bathroom light on, he walked into the bedroom and sat next to her on the bed. “Reno, wake up, baby.” How did a man tell his woman she might be pregnant?
She mumbled something into her pillow.
He grabbed his kit bag and one of the empty condom foils fell to the floor. He bent to retrieve it and the light from the bathroom spotlighted her small travel bag, already packed and ready to go, sitting on the lower shelf of the nightstand. On top of it was a round, flat, plastic container. He picked it up and shook it. Hearing the telltale rattle, he popped it open. Birth control pills.
He closed his eyes and let out a breath, puffing out his cheeks. She was on the pill. Thank God. That was a near miss.
He dressed quietly then leaned over her, kissing her temple. “See you tonight, baby.”
She didn’t move.
*
THAT EVENING, RENO attended a party at the home of one of Prairie Fire’s actors. Waiting for Chase to arrive from the studio, she sat on a barstool at a high patio table on the concrete deck surrounding the huge pool. Her floral sundress and sandals let her soak in the warm LA weather. In a few hours, she’d be back in the harsh South Dakota winter, fighting blizzards, freezing rain, blowing snow, and frigid temperatures.
Next to the table, the infinity pool ended abruptly with an impressive view of the city, its lights twinkling in the starry night, and a dry breeze blew Reno’s hair back from her face.
She could almost live here if it weren’t for the pollution, congestion, and noise. The wonderful solitude of her cozy stacked-log A-frame outside of Rapid City was a trade-off for the horrible weather there. She’d love to get Chase alone, snowed in for a month or two. Last night was—she shivered with pleasure—marvelous. He’d coaxed more orgasms from her in ten hours than she’d had in ten months. Her stud.
She needed to take it slow, let things happen naturally. She wouldn’t beg him to come and live with her, or ask if she could go on the road with him for part of his upcoming tour. He’d take the lead and let her know what was on his mind—and in his heart.
Tracy strolled from the house out onto the deck wearing a sexy black dress with gold stiletto sandals. Her long, blonde hair hung softly over her shoulders. She carried two champagne flutes and a bottle of expensive champagne. Setting the glassware on Reno’s table, she slid onto an empty stool. “So, what did you do last night?”
Reno felt her face turning red. “Nothing. What did you do?”
“Went to bed early. We had retakes this morning.” She poured the bubbly into the glasses.
Chase’s laugh bounded across the patio.
Reno’s heart paused then stampeded in triple time, and her breath caught. A reaction she hadn’t experienced since high school. She turned. He stood on the other side of the pool with three very famous actors and a man whose face she recognized but couldn’t place. Without his cowboy hat, Chase’s hair blew lightly in the breeze.
Tracy glanced at the men, too. “Oh God, is that Steele McLairn?” She gave a quiet whistle. “He’s gorgeous.” She sat up a little straighter and crossed her legs. “I’ve never seen him in person.”
With the name attached to the face, Reno couldn’t believe she hadn’t known him right away. He was nearly as famous as Chase in the country music world. Tall and dark, he had that bad-boy look going for him, and a reputation to match. He went through women far too quickly and much too publicly.
“You’re a fan?” Reno watched Tracy’s face as she stared at Steele.
“Yep.” Tracy licked her lips. “Lots of fantasies about that cowboy.”
Cowboy fantasies? Reno
knew about those. After last night, she could write a whole book of wicked things she’d like to do with her cowboy.
“Steele and Chase Tanner are much handsomer than those pretty-boy actors.” She sipped her champagne. “Chase was amazing in Prairie Fire. He should be in more pictures. He’s so…” She scrunched her face then smiled at Reno. “Rugged.”
Reno took a long look at him. Unexpected pain clenched her chest as she filed away this moment to view whenever she felt alone. She’d miss him. Terribly. “What do you know about him? Chase, I mean.”
“What do I know that you don’t know? Is that what you’re asking?
Reno felt her cheeks pinken.
“I mean,” Tracy waved her hand in the air. “You two were always talking during filming.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re wondering if there’s something he didn’t tell you, right?”
Reno shrugged. “I’d like to hear the Hollywood gossip.”
“Ah, I have lots of that. He’s thirty, but he tells women he’s twenty-seven.” Tracy’s tone turned conspiratorial.
Reno bit back a smile. He’d told her the truth. That was a good sign.
“And he’s from Kentucky, an only child.” Tracy glanced back at the men. “He wanted to be a songwriter, but he won a singing contest when he was twenty, and got a contract with an agent.”
“He’s got a ranch in Texas, but he didn’t talk much about it.”
“It’s a huge ranch, right on the Gulf.”
He’d be heading east to the sunny Gulf, she’d be heading north to the barren cold. So far away from each other. Worlds away.
His laughter echoed across the pool.
Reno closed her eyes. How would she live through this?
The sound of champagne splashing into glasses brought her out of her mood. Tracy had filled their flutes. “Let’s go over there. Chase can introduce me to…” She gave Reno a sly smile as she picked up her glass and stood. “Introduce us to Steele.”
Reno grabbed her champagne and caught up to Tracy. They headed around the pool to where the men stood in a circle talking.
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