Undercover Lover (BWWM Romance Book 1)

by Theresa McGhee

  “Bain?” she said when he sleepily picked up.

  “What’s wrong honey? Aren’t you supposed to be watching a movie right now?” he asked.

  “Something bad happened Bain,” she said breath hitching as she fought back tears.

  “What?” Bain asked sounding suddenly more awake.

  “The Tiara. It disappeared,” Meaghan said covering her eyes even if Bain couldn’t see her. Dean looked over at her and walked quickly to her side when he saw her face.

  “What do you mean, ‘disappeared’?” Bain asked sounding just as alarmed as she thought he would.

  “I mean I had it on my head and then when we were in the theater I realized it was gone,” Meaghan replied, tears leaking out of her eyes.

  “What do you mean ‘you realized’? Were you not paying attention?” Bain’s voice was slowly rising.

  “I’m sorry Bain…I…didn’t…think…” she stammered, the tears steadily flowing. She had let her friend down…again. Could she not stop fucking up when it came to him?

  “I mean, it's fine…obviously I…forgive you. But Judy, man. This is going to be difficult to explain to her. She was already skeptical about lending you that stuff. You know how borderline racist these boogie types are.” He said reluctantly.

  “I’m sorry. We’re going to find it I promise. If not, I’ll pay for it. Promise Ba-“

  Dean snatched the phone out of her hands, “Hey there Bain. Dean here. Quit harassing my girlfriend would you? You know I’m good for it if necessary,” he bit out, already on the attack.

  “Nobody asked you Dean,” Bain said. “And if it comes to that I’m perfectly good for it myself. No need to swoop in like some medieval knight in shining armor. We’re good here. Now put my friend on the phone.”

  “Nope. I think you’ve made her cry enough for one night. She was upset enough as it was.”

  “I upset her?!? Excuse you??” Bain exclaimed indignantly.

  “Yes, you. Of course she knows what a disaster this is. Doesn’t need you to rub it in,” Dean snapped.

  “I wasn’t rubbing it in! I was telling her how it is.”

  “Yeah, like she doesn’t know already-“ Dean was outright shouting now. Meaghan tried to grab the phone away from him.

  “Dean, please. Give it back,” she pleaded.

  “No.”

  “Dean, it's fine,” she tried again, wiping her tears and trying to be less upset because obviously her tears were making him crazy…crazier.

  “It's not fine. And Bain has no right to speak to you like that. Stupid faggot.” Dean said.

  “Who are you calling stupid you overgrown pig!” Bain screamed down the line. Meaghan made a grab for the phone but Dean held it out of reach.

  “Overgrown pig? You pretentious ass!” Dean countered and Meaghan covered her eyes.

  She could see photographers on the other side of the glass, trying to look in, maybe get some pictures. She signaled frantically for the security guard and he came toward her.

  “Is there somewhere…private…we can go?” she asked him tentatively.

  The guy, whose name she didn’t know, went off to ask the manager who came up to them to inform her that yes there was a private apartment at the top of the building normally used by the building caretaker who was currently away visiting his grandmother. He led the group up to it where Dean was all too happy to continue his argument with Bain, who had conferenced Judy into the call.

  She spent half an hour simply repeating, “You lost the tiara?”

  Meaghan tried to apologize profusely but Judy wasn’t hearing it.

  “I’m coming for my things right away, where are you?” she said in a hard voice.

  “Judy come on, calm down,” Bain tried to soothe.

  “No! I can’t afford to lose anything else. I’m getting in the car. Give me directions,” she snapped. Meaghan looked helplessly at Dean. The undergarments she’d bought. All the rest was Judy’s. Was she supposed to walk out of here naked?

  “I’ll bring you something to change into,” Bain said as both he and Judy hung up. Dean sighed deeply running his hands through his hair.

  “What a mess,” he said.

  “Yes. I’m so sorry Dean,” she said in a small voice.

  He turned around to look at her in surprise. “What? What are you sorry for?”

  “Well it's my fault, embarrassing you and Bain like this,” she said miserably. Dean laughed nastily.

  “That queen wouldn’t recognize embarrassment if it came and kicked him in the nuts. Plus how did you embarrass me exactly?”

  “God everybody noticed us leaving the theater and the staff are very likely calling TMZ as we speak…”

  Dean came over to hug her. “Don’t worry about it okay?” he soothed rubbing reassuringly at her back.

  “How can I not worry?” she asked with a laugh.

  “You can not worry because you did nothing wrong, okay?”

  There was a knock at the door and Dean’s security guard informed them that a Judy Parsons was waiting to see them. She nudged roughly past the guard and into the room, demanding that Meaghan divest herself of her clothing at once. She also thrust a receipt at her, for the Tiara.

  “That item cost four thousand dollars. I’d prefer that in cash if you don’t mind. You people are known for bouncing checks.”

  “You people?” Meaghan repeated, face heating with anger.

  “Look, you need to tell me when you plan to pay because I am not going to tolerate any excuses. I should have known you would try to steal-“

  Meaghan’s hand had already reached out and bitch slapped the woman before her brain had gotten into gear. There was a loaded silence in the room as the slap echoed. Meaghan’s hand went to cover her mouth. She hadn’t meant to do that. It had just been a long hard slog getting where she was, fighting stereotypes and still…here she was. Judy was holding onto her flaming cheek, eyes wide with shock.

  “You…slapped me,” she said with disbelief.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” Meaghan tried to reach for Judy, maybe see the extent of the damage but she shied away, back against the door.

  “Don’t touch me,” she said with real fear in her voice. Meaghan raised her hands in surrender then lowered them slowly.

  “I just want to see how bad it is. I’m a doctor.”

  Judy gave a skeptical snort, “Yes, well, I’ll take my clothes and my money now and be going.”

  Just then Bain came through the door, barely knocking. “I have your change of clothes he-“ he began before turning around and smelling the tension in the room, “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  Meaghan shrugged, “Nothing, just a misunderstanding.”

  Dean snorted with derision, “Misunderstanding? Your personal shopper just called my fiancée a thief.”

  “Fiancée?” Meaghan and Bain said with equal simultaneous surprise.

  Dean waved his hand, “Beside the point. The point being she should apologize,” he said folding his hand, battle in his eyes.

  “Excuse me! She slapped me!” Judy said.

  “Totally justified considering what you said. Anyone would be upset.”

  “What did she say-“

  “Dean shush-“

  Bain and Meaghan spoke simultaneously.

  “She called Meaghan a thief,” Dean answered Bain who immediately blanched.

  “What?” he said turning to Judy, face pale.

  “Well she is!” Judy declared. “Where’s my tiara huh?”

  “Don’t you think if she had it, she’d have given it to you? Meaghan’s been an A+ student throughout her life. Don’t you think if she wanted to steal your pearls or whatever she’d have come up with a cleverer way to do it?”

  “Bain!” Meaghan exclaimed.

  “Trust you to take her side,” Dean jeered.

  “I am not taking her side!” Bain snapped. “I’m simply pointing out the failure in her reasoning.”

  “Oh yeah, su
re, cover your bases now,” Dean sneered. Bain opened his mouth to say something biting back.

  “STOP FIGHTING,” Meaghan shouted.

  Both Bain and Dean stopped short staring at Meaghan in shock. She never shouted.

  “I’ve just about had it with you two and your endless bickering. This is about me and my mistake. So step back and let me take care of it!”

  She was very surprised when both Bain and Dean actually stepped back and gave her room.

  “Now Judy, I am sincerely sorry that I slapped you but I felt provoked because of your subliminal racist comments. I was offended by what you said and acted without thinking. I did not steal your tiara and I have no idea where it went. I will make arrangements to pay you at your earliest convenience.”

  Judy nodded stiffly, “My clothes please…”

  Bain handed her a paper bag and she went into the bathroom to change into a pair of his jeans and a shirt. They were a little tight on the hips and big on the waist but he’d brought a belt as well so she made it work. Her shirt hung over everything, covering the hot mess happening in there. She came out and handed the paper bag to Judy who made a point of checking that everything…else…was in there.

  “When can I expect the cash?” she demanded. Bain came forward and took her hand pulling her toward the door.

  “Come on Judy, we’re all friends here. Let’s discuss this on the way to your car,” he said with a backward glance at Dean and Meaghan. Dean frowned with annoyance but let Bain win that one while Meaghan was just grateful she’d left.

  Chapter 3

  “Uh,” Meaghan said, reaching for Dean as soon as he was within range. She was shaking all over but the anger was gone. “Fuck. Dean, I...”

  “Yeah. Yeah Meaghan, it’s okay, c'mere.” Dean touched her compulsively, took her hands and they were freezing and Meaghan clutched back, pressing her fingers into Dean's arms, Dean's shoulders, the back of Dean's neck. It sent crazy signals zapping through Dean's body, still aroused from the argument he’d had with Bain.

  He got his fingers into Meaghan's hair and kissed her, fierce and blind. Meaghan pushed into it, kissed back, returning Dean's assault open-mouthed. Her hands slipped under Dean's shirt like ice and Dean's skin pebbled with gooseflesh. The balcony looked out over the city, and there was no shelter from the wind.

  Dean got his hands inside Meaghan's shirt at the neck, pushing back the layers because he needed to touch Meaghan where she was warm. The newly exposed flesh called to Dean, begging to be bitten, so Dean bit, gently, kissing and sucking a path down Meaghan's throat, her shoulders, the top of her breasts. Meaghan tasted like Nirvana.

  “Dean,” Meaghan said, tugging at Dean's belt, and it was a plea. Her other arm was rigid against Dean's back, locking them together, vibrating as Meaghan's body trembled and made Dean's body tremble too. Meaghan's eyes were impossibly dark, both of them charged with energy that needed to go somewhere, and soon. If they couldn’t discharge this way then they'll have to run, or fight, or something, but they were doing this. They were really doing this; here on the balcony, possibly to the edification of the entire city with the driver and the security guy waiting uncomfortably in the room.

  “Yeah,” Dean said, voice coming out rough. He unbuckled Meaghan's jeans and his employees hastily scatter, slamming the door behind them. Meaghan worked Dean's jeans open, worked Dean's cock free. Her hands were a little warmer but still cool to the touch and Dean shuddered from head to foot. It felt wonderful, and then a million times better when he got his own hands on Meaghan's pussy, hot and heavy with blood. Finally, finally.

  “Fuck. Dean,” Meaghan groaned, and yeah, Dean knew all about that. He lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist and thrust into her fast and desperate. Meaghan sucked on Dean's lower lip and Dean moaned.

  He could never seem to get enough of Meaghan and sometimes that scared the hell out of him. Right now though, he was too desperate to care; he just wanted. He buried his face in Meaghan's neck and sucked at the skin there as the noise of the premiere disappeared, the sound of footsteps walking away from the door the last thing to fade.

  Meaghan's hips worked steadily, keeping time with Dean's quick pace. She turned her head to rest on Dean's and breathed shallowly into Dean's hair, locking him in place. It was just the two of them in the moonlight, surrounded by the lingering scent of raw energy, shaking apart with excitement.

  Her tunnel was wet and leaking and Dean rutted into it for all he was worth. It could be his slick easing the way or it could be Meaghan's, which was so fucking hot, and he could feel Meaghan's glans swelling; could feel every slippery bump of Meaghan's passageway, clutching tight against his cock.

  Meaghan started to make wounded little humming noises before she came, and Dean felt the moment when she tipped over. Meaghan's insides pulsing and spurting, and Dean was done. Dean's orgasm ripped through him, going on and on, so long that his knees felt weak. He didn’t even care when Meaghan cupped his ass with wet hands and held him as the last twitches and spasms work their through his body.

  *****

  There was no light on in her apartment when they got there later that night after everyone had left and they were able to sneak out without paparazzi on their trail. Meaghan went straight to her room to divest herself of her clothes while Dean gave his driver and security guy last minute instructions. Probably what time to come get him in the morning. Meaghan didn’t care, she just wanted out of her clothes and make up, maybe forget this night had ever happened. Okay maybe not the last part.

  “Hey, look at this,” Dean said, twisting the end of a candy tube. It lit up, a miniature pumpkin LED lantern. He'd bought five of them, so he emptied the other four and set them out around Meaghan’s bed, almost like candlelight.

  It was Meaghan who opened the bottle. She handed it to Dean to take the first drink, watching Dean's lips all the while and then licking the liquor right out of his mouth.

  They undressed, all the way because Meaghan wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less, and stretched out on the bed. Dean felt exposed and embarrassed of his erection in a way that he hadn't been since he was a teenager, but Meaghan covered him with her body and soothed him with kisses. Meaghan kissed the scratch on Dean's forearm made by Judy’s nails as she grabbed her bag from him, and then the one on his shin, working her way to Dean's center, teasing. Eventually she reached Dean's cock and took it in her mouth. Dean had to screw his eyes closed and make fists just to keep control.

  Before Dean could lose it completely however, Meaghan pulled off and sucked on his balls instead. The apartment was toasty-warm and Dean's cheeks feel like they were burning up, his pale body turned cotton-candy pink all over, begging to be licked some more by Meaghan. Meaghan sat back on her heels looking smug and Dean couldn’t even keep a straight face, grinning like an idiot.

  “Been thinking about this for a while,” Meaghan said taking a little bottle of massage oil that Dean hadn't noticed and snapping open the cap.

  “Yeah?” Dean's voice was raspy, breathless. Meaghan coated her fingers, rubbed them together to warm them, then began to massage Dean’s chest. “Fuck,” Dean said, voice like the gritty ocean bed, and it was probably best if he gave up talking now.

  “Touch me, Dean,” Meaghan said, and Dean did. He tugged on Meaghan's nipples, rolling Meaghan's breasts in his other hand while Meaghan massaged his chest, kneading and caressing for all she was worth. Dean couldn’t look away, every twitch and shift of it playing across Meaghan's face.

  When Meaghan threw back her head and caught her bottom lip in her mouth, Dean held her hips and helped to guide her down, but the first breach of Meaghan's body had Dean flailing, neck straining backwards and chest arching up off the floor. Meaghan was hot, tight, wet; too good, too much and Dean wanted to drum his heels on the floor.

  Meaghan didn’t wait for him to settle. Her hips moved in smooth practiced semi-circles, riding Dean like a pro, and Dean didn't know that Meaghan could be like this; cou
ldn’t reconcile the sex-god riding his cock with his proper little girlfriend. All he could do was lie back and moan.

  Meaghan was all things fantastic: mysterious in the shadow of her hair, as she watched Dean fall apart beneath her; larger than life, firelight playing on the muscles of her shoulders.

  Dean had no hope of holding back. Meaghan's body worked him, steady and persistent, wringing out Dean's pleasure until he cried out and spilled, Meaghan's body milking it from him. The movement of Meaghan’s hips changed; became quicker, more focused. Her aura became larger, more overwhelming as she threw her head back and moaned throatily, body shuddering as she came in long spasming wetness.

  Afterwards Dean couldn’t help himself. “I told you that bullshit spouting faggot was no good for you.”

  “Funny, he says the same thing about you.” Meaghan replied genially, nodding.

  “She was fucking racist Meaghan, downright, shameless…and he uses her on the regular. I should have told her where to get off.”

  “Yeah well, they're gone now,” Meaghan said, but she held Dean closer and passed him the bourbon.

  Dean looked at their little circle of orange lanterns. “One thing's for sure,” he said. “We’re never using her again. Don’t even worry about that four thousand Meaghan; it wasn’t your fault the tiara got lost. I’ll take care of it.”