Crowd Pleaser

by Marie James

  “I do, too. I just know it’s a long time.” I resist the urge to stroke away the next tear that rolls down her cheek.

  “I planned to show up and yell a little, maybe ask forgiveness for something I didn’t do. I was willing to compromise and honor the remaining nights of the contract even though I got fired from SCP. I didn’t—”

  “I got fired, too,” I interrupt, if only to postpone her rejection.

  “And if you didn’t get fired?”

  She needs assurance, which I don’t mind giving, but if she’d been listening to every damn conversation we’ve had in the past, she wouldn’t even have to grasp at straws.

  “I’ve told you more than once. The only reason I started with SCP was for you. I’ve never had any intentions of hooking up with another woman on video.” I clear my throat, ready for full damn disclosure even though it may ruin what I’ve been working on since she confessed that she didn’t hook up with Wallace the other night. “I’m not saying when I first propositioned you that I thought we’d be here right now because I didn’t. I thought we’d get our count in, and I’d be tired of you.”

  She frowns, and it makes my lip twitch with the urge to smile.

  “I thought,” I continue, “that I’d get my fill and be ready to move on, off camera, with other girls. The thought of touching someone else, lying next to them doesn’t even appeal to me.”

  “I love you, too,” she blurts.

  A plethora of emotions wash over me. Elation, happiness, and a small tingle of fear at what her words actually mean. We’re heading for something I’m wholly unprepared for, uncharted territory so to speak.

  “I don’t have any positive relationship role model experience to pull from,” I warn.

  “Me either,” she says with a soft smile.

  It’s then that I cup her cheek, my thumb swiping at the tears on her cheeks.

  “We’ll figure it out,” I promise.

  The brightest smile I’ve seen in days shines on her face.

  “Seal it with a kiss?” I ask leaning in and brushing my lips against hers.

  Chapter 35

  Randi

  A violent shudder washes over my body the second his firm but soft lips touch mine.

  The tremble extends to the fingers I grip his nape with.

  “I want you,” I confess, only pulling from his mouth an inch.

  “You have me.”

  The next couple of minutes are a blur. Clothes are flying, I’m being carried to a bed, and he’s covering me with his glorious weight.

  The velvet heat of his skin, along with the crisp brush of his chest hair against my nipples, lights my nerve endings on fire.

  “This feels so new yet so familiar at the same time.”

  With his words, I notice the quiver in his own hands as they run the length of my body from breast to hip.

  I nod, unable to speak as his mouth finds that perfect spot at the base of my neck. I know exactly what he means. We’ve done this before, multiple times before, in fact, but there’s a change, something different in the air around us tonight. It feels scary and exciting, substantial and freeing.

  I want all of it, all of him. The urge to consume him like a fire does dry timber is all I can think about. I need to climb inside of him and make a home filled with passion and love in his heart.

  “Are you cold?” His heated lips against the tip of my right breast cools the wetness left behind by his mouth.

  “I’m scared,” I whisper into the darkness of the room as my body shakes uncontrollably. “Terrified because I need you so much.”

  “Don’t be,” he urges.

  Swallowing, my throat attempting to work on the lump that has formed there, I nod and give him a weak smile.

  We’re together. We’re naked, and the heat of his cock is pressing against me just a couple of inches from where my body wants him the most, yet tears sting the backs of my eyes, and my nose burns as if I’m going to break out into hysterics any second.

  “I’m scared, too,” he confesses after several long moments of silence, and his admission calms me some. “Do you love me?”

  “Of course.”

  I’d never say it if I didn’t.

  “And I love you.”

  Will those words from his mouth always set off a million butterfly wings in my stomach?

  “Do you trust me?”

  I nod, but my body aches for him. Scared or not, twenty questions isn’t where I thought this was heading.

  “So long as we feel that way, we can make anything work.”

  My heart, the muscle I never imagined could be as full as it is right now, kicks hard. Fairytales, promises of forever, were never things I thought I wanted. Yet right now, with his words, his hard body against mine, and the prospect of spending every day with this man, I know it’s exactly what I’ve been missing and never dreamed I could have.

  My soft smile turns into a moan as he flexes his hips with expertise and slides inside of me.

  “Jesus,” he hisses against the curve of my jaw.

  His breath, now coming in rough pants against my skin, moves the tiny hairs on my neck. A full-body shudder runs through both of us simultaneously.

  “You have to move,” I urge, opening my legs wider for him.

  “I’ll come,” he warns, a contradiction to the small swivel his hips generate. “It’s been too long.”

  Chuckling, even though this is no laughing matter, I press the heels of both feet against the rock-hard muscles of his ass.

  “Me first,” I beg, using the leverage of our position to rock back and forth on his length.

  “Damn it,” he moans before wrenching away, pulling from me entirely.

  Discontent washes over me, but it’s short-lived when his mouth covers my sweetest spot.

  “Oh God.” I claw at him, rip at his hair as his mouth assaults my clit like it has wronged him in some way. The bites, nips, and blissful sucking lead me straight to the edge of the cliff.

  Teetering there, overcome with torturous pleasure, I feel Jake smile against my overheated flesh.

  “Don’t stop!” Fisting his hair, the vibration of his chuckle against that perfect bundle of nerves shoots me over the edge until I’m freefalling into blissful oblivion.

  My body, although jolting like it never has before, is far from satisfied. I crave this man and the things he makes me feel inside and out.

  “What are—?”

  I can’t even finish the question as his mouth covers me again and two fingers join in on the action.

  Head snapping back and pressing hard into the pillow, I grunt in the most unladylike way.

  “So sweet,” he praises between quick laps at my center.

  “Jake!” I scream as another orgasm threatens with promising indulgence.

  “Come for me,” he commands.

  My pussy, clenching his fingers like the whore she is, obeys his every command.

  “Fuck,” he says with awe in his voice as his licks turn long and slow. “Perfect.”

  I’m a pile of contented goo by the time he lifts his head and moves to position himself back between my now shaking thighs.

  “My turn?” he asks with a devious smirk on his full lips.

  “I may not be much help,” I warn, lids too heavy to even open my eyes all the way.

  “We’ll see about that.”

  The long, eager slide of his cock into my now swollen body is euphoric. Inch by thick inch, he presses into me so slow he’s either torturing me on purpose or enjoying the clamp of my body in the sweetest way. Maybe it’s a little of both.

  “I’m going to fuck you all night,” he promises.

  “Every night,” I counter just before his mouth meets mine.

  Sluggish, yet deliberate, he slides to the hilt before extracting only to push in again. Our bodies, touching in every possible way, heat until we’re slicked with sweat, sliding against each other. The friction between us makes my body hypersensitive. The sweep of his tongue
against mine is absolute heaven.

  His hands, wrapped around my shoulders until they’re gripping the sensitive muscle near my collarbone, flex in the most delicious way. It’s all too much. The grip of his fingers and the slow roll of his hips, combined with his tongue exploring my mouth overpower any cognizant thought.

  “Take me with you,” he begs, more aware of what my body is doing than even I am.

  Guttural sounds escape my throat as my exhausted body gives into his one last time.

  His teeth clamp down on my lower lip, almost to the point of pain, as his cock kicks inside of me, rhythmically pulsing out his orgasm.

  Erratic breaths from both of us are the only music in the room. It’s a song I hope to hear every day for the rest of my life.

  Chapter 36

  Jake

  “Please tell me you plan on coming back to Dallas,” Randi whispers against my chest as her fingers trace the ridges of muscle along my ribcage.

  “I’m only in Kansas to tie up a few loose ends.”

  I hold her tighter, her love for me giving me the strength to finally do what I should’ve done years ago. False bravado was the name of the game earlier in my dad’s office, but I can now see the benefits of washing my hands of him completely.

  “Ellis told me your dad is a Senator.”

  My teeth worry my bottom lip as I contemplate how to respond to her words.

  “I thought you said he was a lawyer,” she continues.

  “I recall telling you he was a professional liar. You just assumed that meant he’s an attorney. Technically he is. I mean he finished law school, but the allure of the political game was too strong for him, I guess.”

  “I hate politicians.”

  “Me too,” I agree.

  Silence fills the room as thoughts of my upbringing clog my mind.

  “You don’t,” she begins before pausing to clear her throat, “You don’t have political aspirations do you?”

  “Fuck no,” I answer immediately. “Never have. My dad wanted that for me, but I’ve fought against it at every chance I got. What about you?”

  Smiling at the unladylike snort she makes, I wait for her to respond.

  “My dad has always said that women have no place in politics. They belong at home or on the arm of their husbands when an event calls for it.” I flinch, the tickle of her fingertips on my flesh catching me by surprise. “That was his plan for me. Marry into politics, but I was never entitled to an opinion of my own in regards to anything political in nature. Arm candy for a powerful politician was his only goal for me.”

  My lips curve against the crown of her head at the picture.

  “Please don’t tell me you have some of the same fucked-up beliefs.”

  Looking down, I find her deep brown eyes staring back up at me.

  “You’re too vocal for me to expect you to just look pretty standing by my side.” I tap the end of her nose with my index finger. “I was just thinking about something my dad said earlier.”

  She tilts her head slightly. “Care to share?”

  “He spoke to me about a contract.” Why I’m acting coy, I have no idea, but our serious mood from earlier has turned relaxed and playful.

  Shaking her head, she glares at me. “No more contracts.”

  One eyebrow lifts at her emphatic rejection. “Really?”

  “You can’t be serious,” she counters.

  “The contract my father spoke of was a marriage contract.”

  Her rebuttal, whatever it was, falls away immediately.

  “Married?” Her head begins to shake again, only this time with a violence that makes me smile. “To who?”

  I raise both eyebrows this time.

  “Me?” she squeaks pointing to her chest as she pulls her body off my chest and sits Indian style near my thigh.

  The magnificent sway of her breasts garners all of my attention until she’s snapping her fingers in my face.

  “Stop staring at my tits and explain yourself, JERK.”

  “Jerk?” I smile wider. “You’re mean even after coming three times. I’ll cut it back to one or two and see if that doesn’t improve your disposition.”

  “J.E.R.K,” she spells out. “Your initials spell jerk. Incredible oversight on your parents’ part by the way.”

  “Someone has been stalking me online,” I tease, eyes once again drawn to her chest when she releases an annoyed huff.

  “Can we talk about marriage?”

  Reaching for her, I only get as far as her upper thigh before she swats my hand away.

  “Yes,” I reply. “I’ll marry you.”

  Gasping, she crosses her arms over her chest, hiding the superb tips of her breasts.

  “I’m not getting fucking married,” she hisses.

  “Not even to me?” I don my best puppy dog eyes even as my heart pounds in my chest that she might actually say yes. I’m playing a dangerous game here.

  “Especially to you.”

  Even though I’m playing, I can’t deny how much her emphatic rejection stings.

  “You wound me, baby.” Clasping my hands over my heart, I try my best to keep the smile that’s threatening off of my lips.

  Her face softens. My heart hammers.

  “Are you really asking me to marry you?”

  I wasn’t…but.

  “Depends on your answer.”

  “Jake.” Her voice is almost a whine but damn if it isn’t the cutest sound. It’s reminiscent of when she needs to come so bad, and I’m making her wait. My cock thickens at the potential way things can go. “You don’t want to marry a former porn star.”

  “I don’t?” She shakes her head. “I’m a failed porn star too.”

  “You don’t count. You didn’t sleep with anyone but me.”

  “You only made a handful of videos before I came along,” I remind her. “I’m certain the notches in my own bedpost are exponentially higher than yours.”

  Wrinkling her nose, she stares back at me. “Let’s not talk about past bedmates, please.”

  “Deal,” I agree. “But, baby?”

  My hand finds her thigh and my finger trails over her leg until I catch her palm that’s resting near the apex of her thighs.

  “I was saying that my dad’s solution to the porn was marriage. Marriage isn’t even on my radar.”

  Well, it wasn’t until you argued against it.

  I grin as her shoulders sag in relief. Honestly, I don’t know what I would’ve done if she’d said yes to the question she created.

  “Thank fuck,” she spits as she collapses on my chest.

  My arm instantly wraps around her back.

  “Besides, I hear sex is just downhill after the signatures are dry on the license.”

  “Only because the husband lets himself go, grows a gut, and stops eating pussy.”

  She squeals when I reach down and pinch her ass.

  “I’ll never stop eating your pussy,” I vow.

  “We’ll see if that stands true because women stop shaving after marriage as well.”

  “I don’t think even hairy legs will keep my mouth from that succulent snatch of yours.”

  “Gross,” she laughs. “Let’s not use the word snatch, and I wasn’t talking about my legs.”

  My hand stills on the globe of her ass.

  “Randi?” I jerk my chest and shoulder until she lifts her head to look into my eyes. “Never. I’ll wax it myself if I have to.”

  The clamp of her perfect teeth on her lower lip nearly makes me groan. “Agreed, but only if you agree to keep these.”

  My eyes flutter closed as her fingers run down the length of my abs and stop just short of my thickening cock.

  “Why are we even discussing this? I thought we weren’t getting married.”

  “We aren’t.” Hot, wet heat covers my nipple as she begins to suck the exact same time her hot hand wraps around my erection. “Same goes for children. We’re never doing that either.”

  “No kids u
ntil marriage,” I confirm. “What would our dads say if we indulged in such a sin as children out of wedlock?”

  “No,” she says interrupting my pleasure. The sting of her teeth biting into my nipple forces my eyes open. “No children. No marriage.”

  “Just you and me then?”

  She nods. “Just us.”

  “You may change your mind.”

  “I won’t.”

  I smile, not believing a word coming out of her mouth and reach down to wrap my hand around hers. We stroke my cock in tandem even though my mind is on the plans for our future and just how much I’m going to love convincing her to change her mind.

  Epilogue

  Three Years Later

  Jake

  “That’s it,” I whisper-yell as I yank the black, silk panties from Havoc’s jowls. “I’m taking you to the pound after lunch.”

  Unaffected, he rolls over on his fluffy back and presents his stomach for me to pet.

  “Nope. Not falling for that. This is the third pair this month.”

  He whimpers a second before his long pink tongue flops out of the side of his smiling mouth.

  Like the sucker I always am, I reach down and give his belly a good scratching.

  Three years after meeting Randi, and this damn dog is still destructive to any piece of Randi’s clothing that isn’t put away properly. I can’t really blame her or the dog. The now ruined piece of satin was pulled from her overheated body yesterday during a yoga session I couldn’t help but get involved in. They were tossed without a care seconds before my mouth found exactly what it was looking for. Havoc, the opportunistic asshole that he is, must have grabbed them and hoarded them away until just now.

  “Get naked,” Randi insists as she walks into our bedroom.

  My jaw is on the floor at the sight of her in a tank top and a very short skirt I haven’t seen her wear in years. The leather of her thigh-high boots cover most of her legs, but it’s the gap of exposed flesh between them and the plaid fabric of her skirt that’s making my mouth water.

  I strip, not bothering to question her. My cock is hard before the cotton of my sweats hit the floor. Havoc rights himself at my feet and scampers away. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about the dog is that he hates when Randi and I really get going. Screaming clearly isn’t his thing.