by Xavier Neal
While laughing, Pierce removes my hand from it's clamped position. “You have to stop doing that.”
“Saying horrible things?”
“Being ashamed for being you,” he corrects.
“But the things I say-”
“Are honest.”
“And typically hilarious,” Preston pipes up.
“Kinda refreshing,” Scott agrees.
“We deal with enough phony bullshit from the minute we wake up in the morning until we go to bed at night,” Pierce continues.
“Fake women,” Scott adds on an exasperated sigh.
Preston nods. “Fake friends.”
Scott's expression saddens. “People who only wanna be around you to get ahead.”
“People who only wanna be around you to gain something for themselves.” Preston looks off into the area where we were shooting balls. “People who weasel their way into your world, use you for everything they can, and then disappear like a thief in the fucking night.”
Hearing the animosity and anxiety of their lifestyle causes my hand to stretch out and give the back of Pierce's head a sympathetic stroke.
His head relaxes into my touch as it rolls back towards me for our eyes to lock. “It's why I love being around you, Minka. You're you. You're not what the tabloids expect. You're not what the bloggers state. You're not some cleverly researched and put together product ready to sell to any agent, producer, or director. You're my...Minka. Goofy, funny, nerdy, fucking beautiful, Minka.”
I bite my bottom lip and shy my face away.
Is that just the alcohol talking?
“Looks like Little P has had one too many. He's damn near about to sing a fucking love song,” Preston pokes. “For the love of God, don't sing.”
Curiosity turns my attention to Preston. “He can't sing?”
“Fuck no he can't,” Scott exclaims. “Tone deaf would be a compliment.”
“Fuck you,” Pierce grumbles and continues to sink into the rubbing of his head. “Just because I'm not some Grammy award winning-”
“You won a Grammy?” I look at Scott. “Shut up!”
“He's won like a million of 'em,” Preston mutters. “Keeps winning them too. It's like share you handsome son of a bitch.”
“Do better,” Scott drunkenly argues. “Besides what do you care? We're not even up for the same awards. What you want is an Oscar.”
“What I want is another beer,” Preston denies.
“No more alcohol.” Pierce pleas and finally opens his eyes. “If I drink any more, Minka is gonna highly contemplate why she's dating me.”
“You're assuming I haven't done that already.” My joke drops his jaw, a half drunken half hurt expression on his face.
“Do we need to flag the waitress down for some ice? You know, help cool off that burn?” Preston laughs and Scott joins him.
“Dick.”
“Prick.”
Scott shakes his head. “And you're sure you wanna be around these two?”
I smile just as the waitress delivers the bill to Pierce. She hands him a pen and politely says, “Thank you for hanging out here at Star Golf with us this evening. Do you need us to help call you a cab?”
“Nah.” Preston waves a hand at her. “We've got a driver waiting. But thank you.”
“My pleasure,” she coos before prancing off.
Double meaning there right?
Preston watches her flounce away for a final time while his brother signs the receipt. “Nottie, do you wanna follow us back to Preston's? You can crash with me and I can treat you to breakfast when I wake up.”
“At noon? That's what people call lunch,” Scott clarifies.
“I'm not gonna sleep 'til noon.” He tosses the bill holder and pen on the table. “Especially not with Minka next to me.”
Hangover sex for our first time together? If we do that, I might stand a chance at not sucking as much.
Nervously I stutter, “I-I-I-I don't have anything to sleep in.”
Preston winks. “Naked chicks are always welcomed in my home.”
Pierce glares at his brother, his hand curling into a ball. “One more joke like that you're gonna be flying out severely hurt and hungover.”
“Newsflash Little P, I'll be flying out still drunk,” he laughs. With a cocky grin he says to me, “Don't worry about needing your pajamas. I've got spare t-shirts and shit in the guest rooms.”
“She can wear one of mine,” Pierce snaps. “My girlfriend. My clothes.”
“She's not the last box of Twinkies. Fucking relax.”
“If anything I would be the cupcake. You know, since I'm not exactly vanilla...”
The three of them chuckle together and I simply smile.
“Alright,” Scott announces loudly on a yawn. “I gotta fly out at the same time as you dick. We should probably crash.”
Pierce leans over and whispers in my ear, “The sooner I fall asleep, the sooner I can wake up and show my appreciation for you hanging out with us tonight.”
As my face flushes, Preston says, “Give me a sec. I'll call Dave to bring the car around.”
His mentioning of a driver reminds me someone valuable is missing from this situation. Quickly I ask, “Hey, where's your body guard?”
“Off duty,” Pierce replies. “At least for now. He's in town in case I need him, but we agreed as long as I try to keep it low key, I should be fine. Texas isn't like California or New York. Most people aren't stalking around trying to grab photos of celebrities. My safety is in less jeopardy, so he feels alright giving me space.”
“That makes sense,” I agree and glance around at the table, which seems to be fading fast. In a loud voice I state, “Come on you three! Let's get downstairs before you turn this table into weird bunk beds.”
Preston and Scott groan, while Pierce simply stands up to a drunken sway. My task at hand suddenly seems more difficult than I thought.
Babysitting wasn't something I was ever good at, because you know, babies can't talk or tell you what's pissing them off. This should be easier, right? At least they can walk on their own.
Another pouty rumble comes out of Preston as we start moving towards the elevator while Scott whines about something less coherently. Pierce drops an arm around me for support and I slide a hand around his waist to help keep him propped up right.
Fuck, he's heavy. Well...wish me luck successfully tucking these three over grown toddlers into bed. I'm gonna need it.
Minka
What the hell is that on my neck? Is that my own drool? Is it possible to drool onto your own neck? Oh my gosh! What if I'm drooling on my neck in front of the guy who's up for Sexiest Man in America this year? Shit!
My eyes shoot open and prepare to wipe away the embarrassing sleep evidence when Pierce's hand slides across the front of my stomach. Suddenly, I realize the wet sensation on my neck isn't drool, but the proof of efforts to wake me up. He nips hard and my body effortlessly rocks back against him, his hard on pressing eagerly against me.
“Good morning,” Pierce warmly whispers in my ear.
“God it's getting that way,” I confess in a fit of whimpers.
“I wanna wake up with you every morning,” he purrs, his hand sliding underneath the hem of the shirt I'm wearing.
It's his. While he drunkenly fumbled around to shed his clothes, I casually went through his suitcases looking for something to sleep in. What's that you ask? Snoop? Hm. Is it snooping if you just happen to come across it while digging for something else? It's not like I found anything that exciting. He does have more hair, body, and skin care products than I think a straight man should. Then again, doing what he does I guess I should expect it.
Pierce's fingers slide lower. My pussy quivers in anticipation. His mouth connects to the spot under my ear as he begs, “Part those thighs, baby.”
Like those words are magical, I roll back onto my back, and let them fall apart. He doesn't waste a minute pushing his finger deep inside. The gratitude
over my lack of underwear is apparent with his pleased sigh. Immediately, my entire body arches off the bed into the first touch I've felt that wasn't my own in a years.
“Fucking perfect,” he groans as he adds another finger.
Pierce pumps precisely, each thrust filled with so much passion and devotion, I have to fight the urge to come undone so quickly. I shut my eyes and audaciously rock against his touch. Without warning, the pushes stop, and his hand slips away.
My mouth expresses my displeasure before I have the chance to stop it, “I wasn't finished.”
His warm chuckle opens my eyes to the sight of him moving across the bed and positioning himself between my thighs. I drink in the way his boxers are barely hanging onto his hips, his tan, solid bare chest, and the lustful look in his eyes. “And neither am I.”
Nervously I stutter, “I'm not sure I'm ready to-”
The objection is cut off by his hot mouth covering my clit with a fierce suck.
Helplessly I pant, “Oh...”
Pierce grips the edge of my legs and begins a bestial devouring. Without mercy, he continues to lick and suck in a pendulum fashion, pulling me to the edge of ecstasy before retreating, to repeat the sexual torment. As if I'm the only thing he plans to taste for the entire day, he slows down his ardent actions.
The change in tempo causes me to clench the sheets. “Pierce...”
He hums in satisfaction against my pussy, the vibration igniting the beginning of the orgasm I'm holding onto like it's the last Thanksgiving turkey on the shelf and I've got a house full of annoying relatives to feed.
I beg, “Please, don't stop.”
My plea is taken to the fullest extent. Pierce returns to ravishing while I ride his tongue ruthlessly. The only thing on my mind is how to satiate the sex deviant screaming inside of me.
With one final hard press in the right place, a moan is ripped from me. “I'm coming!”
Instead of backing down, he consumes faster, harder, and unrelenting until I'm feeling so drunk on my orgasm, I simply collapse onto the bed.
Small kisses and tiny licks litter my pussy before he lifts his face.
Seeing the results of his efforts on his lips causes me to embarrassingly squeak, “You've got...um...you've got...”
“You can't say come?” He questions after wiping away the remains with his tongue. “The New York Times Best Selling romance author can't say the word come?”
I playfully punch him as he lands on the bed beside me. “I can say it.”
“Say it.”
“I can say it.”
“Then say it.”
“I can...”
“Yet you still haven't...”
The mirth in his eyes causes me to glare. “Come.”
“I damn near just did.” His compliment has me tempting to hide my face again except this time, his hand lands on my cheek. “Seeing you come from my actual touch was worth the six week wait.”
“Damn it was a long six weeks,” I sigh.
“Fucking too long.” He pushes his lips briefly against mine. Not minding my own flavor on his tongue, I kiss him a little harder. After swallowing another excited groan, Pierce questions, “You haven't changed your mind on this long distance thing, have you?”
Hearing the question instills doubt that wasn't there before. “Have you?”
“Of course not.” He sweetly smiles. “I wanna keep you as long as I can.”
“Me too...”
Probably not the most romantic retort, but what the hell do you expect? It's real life! I didn't have time to contemplate the perfect comeback.
“So my friends and family didn't scare you off?”
“Takes more than drunken banter to ruffle these feathers. Trust me. You should see what it looks like when a bunch of romance writers get together after a long convention.” After we chuckle, I say, “You and Preston seem close.”
“Yeah. We always have been.” He flops against the pillow and pulls me into his arms. “Sucks that we didn't get more than a day together.”
“Where's he headed?”
“Couple weeks of promotional stuff for his latest movie then he's meeting one of his friends at some extreme sports game thing. I think her name's...Azura?”
“Friend or lover?”
“Friend. If you didn't catch on by the shit he said last night, he's not big into having a girlfriend.” Before I can say anything else, Pierce asks, “You hungry? I make a mean egg white omelet.”
The familiar instinct to eat after an orgasm kicks in. “With bacon right and cheese right? Like a normal omelet. Not a hoity toity one with weird spinach and feta cheese bullshit.”
His chuckle echoes through me and I smile wide at the comforting feeling. “I was going to make the spinach one, but I can modify it.”
“Yeah, you have way too much green in your life.”
“Maybe you don't have enough.”
“Eh.” I shrug and am quickly reward with another laugh.
“You know what I know you don't have enough of?”
“What's that?”
“Me,” he answers and rolls over to straddle me. “And I...haven't had enough of you yet.”
Shock lifts my eyebrows. “You can't possibly wanna do that to me again.”
“I do,” he states. “Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to enjoy my breakfast before I feed you yours.”
My giggle is ceased as our lips mesh together, bliss turning into lust on impact.
This is going to be the best four weeks of my life. Don't you agree?
Pierce
“Caroline, you worry too much,” I sigh into the phone as I give myself one final look in the mirror. “I promise I'm not doing anything irresponsible.”
“Pierce-”
“With the exception of going to Star Gold with Scott and Preston-”
“Which your social media whore brother took the liberty of posting all over Instagram.”
“Other than that, I've managed to stay off the radar. Minka and I have just been hanging out.”
To say it's been a fun week would be an understatement. We've spent the entire week the way I imagine normal couples start off dating. Lots of eating and fooling around. While we haven't slept together yet I'm not complaining. My nuts on the other hand are singing a different tune. Watching her come from my mouth and fingers has managed to satisfy one need while creating another one. Honestly haven’t fucking jerked off this much since I was thirteen and discovered skinamax.
“Keep it that way,” she scolds. “Eddie isn't exactly pleased that 1. Gunz isn't going where you are and 2. You're making unapproved headlines.”
“He says that like he can approve or disapprove of every one before it's printed.”
“Don't get me started on that. Just be aware of his unhappiness and know he'll probably do some sort of attention damage control stunt.”
I roll my eyes.
“Can you just promise to continue to keep it low key? By low key I don't mean Preston's kind of low key. I mean actual low key. Please.”
Caroline's begging is met with a sigh. “Promise.”
“Thank you.” After a short beat she adds, “And will you bring me back an autographed copy of one of Minka's books?”
I chortle. “Really?”
“Well, at least try!” She huffs. “Tell her it's for your assistant who works stupid hard to make sure your career is always running smoothly and that she deserves something nice on her shelf to remind her that you care about her!”
“Why are you yelling?”
“I'm sooooo tired,” Caroline whines. “On top of Eddie's PR panic call, my nephew cried the entire night. We're talking on and off from 7 p.m. until 7 a.m. this morning. I wanna tell my sister I think he's broken but that seems rude. I can't believe I'm actually going to say this, but I miss sleeping in hotels with you.”
“Miss you too Caroline.”
“Yeah whatever.” Her hate for sappy moments makes me smirk. “Bring my book back. See
you in three weeks.”
I end the call, grab my keys from the nightstand, and head for Preston's SUV.