I pushed her back until the tops of her thighs pressed against the massive desk in the room. Hands on either side of her, I pinned her against the about-to-be-well-used furniture. “You are way too hot to stay in that dress.”
It took her a second to focus on me, and I knew she was buzzing just as hard as I was. “Oh yeah…what are you going to do about it?” she asked. Her finger ran along the deep V of her neckline, emphasizing the breasts I wanted to suck on.
I turned her around so I could get to her zipper. As I pulled it down, I whispered in her ear, “I’m going to peel it off you, then lay you down on this desk and make you come so hard, everyone at this party will hear you. And when they hear you screaming for more, I’ll be a god in their eyes.” The zipper went all the way down the dress, and when I got to the bottom, it practically fell off her.
Heat in her eyes, she turned to face me. “You’re already a god. That’s why just the thought of you in me does this…” She took my hand and shoved it into her underwear. I instantly twisted my hand so I could feel how much she wanted me. She let out an erotic moan as I slid against her.
“Fuck, Anna…you’re so wet…” Removing my hand, I grabbed onto her hips. “Lay back…I want to taste you.”
She didn’t just sit down on the desk. No…she laid herself across it like she was doing a photo shoot for Maxim or Playboy. She arched her back, let her arms fall above her head, and propped one foot on the desk, highlighting every fucking asset she possessed. “Jesus,” I murmured, “you’re so goddamn hot.”
Anna still had her phone in her hand, so I reached over and grabbed it. This shit needed to be documented. I snapped a few pictures of her sprawled on the desk. She didn’t complain or ask me to stop, she just ran her hands over her body, making each shot even more erotic. My cock was throbbing, straining against my clothes. I released it, then took a picture of it. Anna wasn’t the only erotic thing in the room.
I pulled her underwear off, snapped a few pics, then tasted her, just like I’d promised. She cried out as she held my head in place, and I switched the phone from still pics to video. That sound she just made needed to be captured. While I sucked on her clit, I moved the camera to get a shot of her face. That was something I didn’t typically get to see, and I couldn’t wait to play it back later. After that, I tried to get a shot of me licking her. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see that either.
When she was all riled up, ready for me, I filmed my hand giving myself a long stroke. Glancing up at Anna, I panted, “This is so fucking hot, I can’t wait for you to see this.”
She squirmed on the desk, groaning, “Just do it. I need you in me.” Then she moved her hips down the desk so I could stand as I drove into her.
Holy fuck. I hoped I could hold out. This would really suck if I filmed myself doing a three pump. Making sure the camera had a good angle, I eased into her. Sounds from the party were wafting into the room, and I loved that the camera was picking them up. Those faint noises were quickly replaced by Anna’s throaty moans though. Fuck yes.
I tried to keep a slow pace so the camera could get the full length of my cock sliding in and out of her…but it felt too good. It wasn’t too much longer that I was pounding into her. She had to hold on to the edge of the desk to keep still, but even with that, her back was sliding up and down the wood; she’d never looked hotter, and I was so glad I was forever capturing the moment.
Having sex while filming with a cell phone was tricky, but I held her hip with one hand while holding the phone in the other. Anna’s cries intensified, and I knew she was close. Thank God…I wanted to come so bad. She arched her back when she released, and moaned my name—loudly. I was just a second behind her. “Fuck…yes…shit…Anna…” I almost dropped the phone as the burst of pleasure stole my breath, stole my voice. Only incoherent groaning remained. Goddamn I loved having sex with my wife.
When we were spent and I could barely stand anymore, I turned off the recording. Cheeks flushed, her smile radiant, Anna sat up on her elbows. “Did you record that entire thing?”
Winking, I handed the phone back to her. “Oh yeah.”
Anna’s eyes were mischievous as she bit her lip. “Let’s watch it when we get home.”
Removing myself from her, I shook my head. “Fuck that, let’s watch it in the car on the way home.” Anna laughed, and I knew with absolute certainty that we would be watching it in the backseat.
When we finally left that office, hopped up on post-sex endorphins, we strutted back to the party like a king and queen entering court. Anna was charming and seductive as she stuck her hand out and made introductions. Even though I’d rather goof off than be serious, I tried to follow her example.
“Hey, I’m Griffin Hancock, star of Acing It.” The celebrity I was looking at still didn’t seem to know me, so I added in some backstory for clarification. “I used to be the bass player for the D-Bags.”
Her eyes widened as recognition seeped into her. “Oh yeah, the D-Bags, I love them! I thought I recognized you. I saw you on Live with Johnny when you quit…pretty gutsy. Your new show must be incredible to leave all that behind.”
Leaning in, I grinned at her. “You have no idea.”
With a laugh, she started in on what sounded like a resume of her accomplishments—off-Broadway plays, commercials, modeling shoots. When she was finished listing her positives, she pulled her phone out. “We should meet for lunch and talk more about your show. Let’s swap numbers…”
It went a lot like that for the rest of the night; I practically doubled the contacts in my phone. Whenever I explained the show, and that I was the member of the D-Bags who’d walked away at the peak of our popularity, people were thrilled to talk to me and eager to see what my new show was all about. They were all excited for my success and wanted a chance to work with me in the future. By the end of the night, I was the most popular guy in the room.
There was no stopping me now.
Chapter 15
When Awesome Attacks
Several weeks later, near the end of August, the moment I’d been dreading was finally here—the fucking VMAs. My entire immediate family was at the house, helping Anna and me get ready, plus a bunch of extended family too. I think they thought they’d get to go if they helped with Anna’s hair and makeup. Anna was both grateful for their help and annoyed with their hands-on presence. Stating that there were too many cooks in the kitchen, she sent everyone but Chelsey into the living room.
I was good to go in my snazzy dark gray suit. I even had styling gel in my dark hair; it was all slicked back like Jack Nicholson.
While I waited for Anna, I flipped through a gossip magazine resting on the coffee table. It didn’t take me long to find something that absolutely shocked me, and my chest went cold with icy dread. “What the fuck? Is this shit true?”
“Is what true?” Liam asked. Knowing he wouldn’t have a clue, I stormed off to find the one person in the house who might be able to clarify the crap I’d just read.
“Anna!” I yelled, bursting through our bedroom door. She was sitting at her vanity, watching Chelsey curl her hair. She looked like a million bucks in her clingy white dress, but I was too enflamed to really care. I did, however, sneak a glance at the ample cleavage she was showing.
“Have you seen this?” I said, thrusting the magazine at her face.
She pulled away so she could focus on it. “See what?” Chelsey stopped curling her hair, and both girls studied the article that had just blown my mind. Anna’s mouth fell open while she read. When she was finished, she looked up at me. “Is this true?”
“I was hoping you knew,” I told her. “Have you talked to Kiera, Jenny…Rachel?” Or the guys? I didn’t ask that last part though. I didn’t want to say their names, especially if this article was true. “What about last month, when Kiera visited? She mention anything about this?” Not wanting to hear any more gossip about the band, I’d spent the entire weekend at my parents’ place while Kiera had stayed with Anna.<
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Anna looked like she was at a loss as she handed the magazine back to me. “No…she didn’t mention anything, and we haven’t spoken in a week or so. They’ve all been so busy, and I knew we’d get to catch up tonight…There is just no way this is true,” she suddenly decided, her face firm. “One of them would have called me.”
She seemed so sure that for a second I believed her. But then Matt’s words filtered through my head—You’re dead to me. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Matt could have asked…” Anger flooded my stomach, and I tossed the magazine onto the bed. “That fucking son of a bitch! I can’t believe he eloped and didn’t invite me!”
The magazine landed on the article in question. It was a two-page spread on Matt’s nuptials. No wedding pictures were there, but then there wouldn’t be any photos. It said the couple had an impromptu secret wedding, with only close friends and family in attendance. Close friends and family. The article then went on to point out the very glaring fact that I hadn’t been invited. Or wanted. Or even informed. I’d been snubbed personally and publicly. He really had disowned me. They all had…
Standing, Anna looked over my face, then told Chelsey, “Give us a minute, please.”
I paced beside the bed, swearing and fuming. Chelsey gave me a sympathetic pat on the back before she shut the door behind her. I was too riled up to respond though. Pointing at the door where they’d just exited, I yelled, “She should be ticked too! She’s family, same as me, and that fucker excluded her too! And you! He left you out of the loop, and even your friends played along with his plan. Aren’t you pissed?”
I felt like steam was rising from the top of my head, and my cheeks felt like someone had poured acid on them. Anna was calm as she stepped up to me. Placing both hands on my arms, she stated, “We don’t know if this is true.”
I balled my hands into fists; I felt like driving them through a wall. “Yes, we do. This is exactly the type of crappy payback thing he would do. He snubbed us, Anna. He snubbed me.” Something else besides hatred started bubbling up inside me. It was thorny and painful, and I didn’t want to touch it or be feeling it; I wanted to drink it away.
Anna’s eyes started watering, which only made the sensation in my gut all the more uncomfortable. “I need alcohol,” I muttered, pushing past her.
She grabbed my elbow. “Wait, let’s talk about this. We’ve never really talked about…how you feel about leaving the band. So…how do you feel?” She seemed just as uncomfortable saying it as I did hearing it.
Jerking my elbow away, I raised my chin and pushed away the turmoil trying to boil to life. I am Griffin Hancock…nothing bothers me. Nothing even touches me. “I’m fine. Leaving those fuckers was the best decision I ever made, and I haven’t looked back once since making it.”
Anna pursed her lips. “Griffin…I know that’s not true. I know it bothers you that—”
Raising my hands, I cut her off. “The only thing that bothers me is that the alcohol is out there and I’m still in here. But that’s something I can easily fix.” I turned and left without another word.
The drive to Inglewood took a while, and I was silent the entire ride. I’d rented us a limo so we could show up in style, but I wasn’t enjoying it. I wasn’t enjoying much of anything, except the minibar.
“You might want to slow down, babe. Throwing up on the red carpet may not be the type of exposure Harold had in mind.”
Anna looked amazing with her hair curled and pinned, her makeup emphasizing her plump lips and smoldering eyes. If I were in a better mood, I’d rip off all her clothes and take her right here in the backseat. She’d be pissed that her hair and makeup were ruined, but she’d let me do it, and she’d rock the just-fucked look all the way down the carpet. But my mood wasn’t up, so my dick wasn’t either. Fuck my life.
Ignoring her statement, I tipped back my Hennessy. My head was nice and fuzzy, but I’d rather be blacked out. Anna sighed and recrossed her legs. She didn’t ask me to stop again, and I didn’t until we arrived at the venue and the car door opened. “Showtime,” I slurred.
The driver helped Anna out, then me. I almost toppled over when I stood all the way up. I’d massively overdone it, but I didn’t give a shit. I slung an arm over Anna’s shoulders and stumbled my way up the carpet. Anna had to help me walk straight, and she struggled with my weight some, but I was smiling and waving, just like Harold wanted.
Some classy chick in a fancy dress approached me with a microphone. “Well, hello,” she started to say. I didn’t let her finish though. Ripping the microphone out of her hand, I turned to the cameraman standing behind her. “Griffin Hancock here! What the fuck up, world!”
The woman tried to get the mic back, sputtering, “You can’t say that on TV!”
Turning so she couldn’t take the microphone away from me, I pointed at the camera. “Keep a lookout for my new show, Acing It. It’s going to blow your fucking mind!”
She finally got a hand on the microphone and yanked it away from me. “Prick!” she screeched while I laughed. Anna pulled me away with a long sigh.
Once we finally got to the end of the carpet, Anna was huffing and puffing like she’d just run a marathon. I was totally fine, buzzing in all the right places. Looks like I was in the mood after all. As we walked through the doors, I told Anna, “Let’s go backstage somewhere and fuck. Or on the stage. You know I’ve always wanted to do it on a stage.”
Anna elbowed me in the ribs. “I don’t think you’re in any shape to do anything but pass out. Let’s just go find our seats.”
“Fine,” I muttered, “but I have to pee first.”
By the time we found a bathroom, mingled, and schmoozed with people, the show was about to start. Anna herded me to our row, then stopped short when we got there. “Fuck,” she said under her breath.
Getting excited, I started unbuttoning my shirt. “Yeah? You want to do it right here? In front of the crowd? Works for me!”
She slapped her hand over mine, stopping me. “Griff…” She tilted her head toward the only two empty seats in the row. I didn’t see why she looked worried, until I noticed who was occupying the full seats. All the D-Bags and their bitches.
“Fuck, no.” I looked around the auditorium for that slimy producer who’d set this up. “Where the fuck is Harold? I’m gonna fucking kill him! There’s no way I’m fucking sitting here! No fucking way!”
My screaming got the attention of everyone in our area, including my ex-bandmates. Kellan looked surprised to see me, Evan looked conflicted. Matt just looked pissed. Squeezing Rachel’s hand tighter, he narrowed his eyes at me. “What are you doing here? You’re not in the band anymore, remember?”
I glanced at his hand holding Rachel’s, and sure enough, there was a shiny gold band around it. Fucker really did get married without me. “It’s true, isn’t it? You really did tie the knot? Thanks for the invite, asswipe.”
Matt’s face turned a deep red. “It was close friends and family only. You’re neither anymore.”
That got under my skin, and I took a step forward. “You fucking piece of shit!”
Kellan stood up and put his hands on my shoulders. Even plastered, I registered the clicking of camera phones going off. Harold had wanted a show, and here I was giving him one. “Calm down, Griffin. It wasn’t like that. It was…a spur-of-the-moment thing. Let’s go into the lobby and we can talk about it.”
I shoved him away from me. His kindness was just as grating as Matt’s disdain; I didn’t need sympathy. “Don’t do me any favors, Kell. He’s just mad because I don’t need him anymore, and he can’t control me. I don’t need any of you anymore. I’ve got my own thing, and it’s bigger and better than anything I had with you guys. You’re all just jealous, and you can all suck it!”
Turning around, I stormed off. “Griffin, wait!” Kellan called.
I could just hear Matt responding with “Save it, Kell, he’s not worth chasing after. If he wants to go, fucking let him.”
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Anna’s hand, I yanked her up the aisle. Some PA person working on the show tried to get us to sit down. “The lights are flashing, sir, that means you have thirty seconds to find your seats.”
Towering over him, I snapped, “Then you have twenty seconds to get the fuck out of my way.” I pointed down to the front of the auditorium, where our seats used to be. “I’m not sitting down there. I’m going home.” Fuck Harold. I’d made my appearance. That was all that was required of me.
The PA raised his hands. “I can get you different seats. I’m sure someone in the back would be more than happy to swap with you.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Whatever.” I really didn’t care if I stayed or if we left anymore. I just wanted this night to be over with.
I tried not to look at the band throughout that stupid awards show, but my new seat was positioned in such a way that if I wanted to look at the stage, I had to look over their heads. And even though I didn’t want to, I noticed them: Evan and Jenny laughing over some stupid inside joke; Kellan and Kiera kissing, they were always fucking kissing; Matt and Rachel whispering sweet nothings to each other. Whatever.
And it was really hard to ignore them when they went onstage to present an award. The big one—Video of the Year. Whatever. The audience screamed and hollered for them like they’d never seen them before. I booed. Someone had to. Hearing only positive feedback was what inflated egos, and theirs were inflated enough.
After the show, Anna asked me if I wanted to try talking to the guys again. My blank expression was answer enough for her. Looking torn, she jerked her thumb to where the guys were standing, chatting with the winning band. “I just want to say hi to Kiera and the girls…see how they’re doing.”
Frowning, I glanced over to where the bitches were clinging to their Bags. “They’re having a great time keeping secrets from us, that’s how they’re doing. It’s obvious they don’t want us around, so I say fuck ’em.”
She sighed. “I’ll just be a minute.” She turned and walked away without another word.
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