by Tasha Fawkes
As I headed up to the room later that evening, I couldn't get Russell's words out of my head. He kept telling me how well the fans were reacting to Brin, but more than that how happy we looked together. He said he'd never seen that kind of happiness when I was with Lori. I wanted to tell him the truth, that Brin and I weren't even together. I wondered how he'd react. I wondered if he would still think we had all this chemistry.
I hovered my hand over the doorknob of the room, just about to swipe my card. I didn't know if Brin was in there, but if she was what was I supposed to say? Things were complicated between us now. If we hadn't slept together, if I didn't feel for her what I did, I could easily confide in her my issue with Lori. Except she was my issue with Lori. I didn't know how I felt about Brin, if these emotions raging around my head were real or just another illusion. Everything about this trip had a dreamlike quality to it. Would it still when we went back home? Could it still? We lived in different worlds. We were different people. At least I knew how my relationship with Lori would look and feel, and I knew that the cogs of our careers fit together perfectly. I didn't know what to think about Brin.
I sighed and swiped the keycard, letting myself into the room. Housekeeping had straightened it during the day, and a fresh, lemony scent wafted to my nose. Brin was reclining on the bed with a book in her hands. She looked up at me and smiled when I entered.
"Hey, you. I was beginning to wonder if you'd abandoned me here."
I forced a smile, even though the joke cut like a jagged blade. "What are you reading?"
Brin put the book down on the bedside table and shimmied over to the side of the bed. "Nothing exciting," she said, rising to her feet. "Besides, I don't want to read anymore."
"What do you want to do?"
Lust darkened her eyes, eliciting a hungry twitch from my cock. She was wearing a cotton shirt with a wide neck that hung off one of her shoulders, and her coppery hair fell in loose waves over her bare skin. Her little blue cotton shorts completed the look, showing off her long, tanned legs in a way that was just as cute as it was sexy. She looked like she could be ready for bed or ready for an adventure in a second. That kind of inherent versatility was just one of the things I loved about her.
Brin strutted toward me like the room was her stage, stopping close enough that our chests bumped against each other with every breath.
"Guess," she whispered.
Oh, fuck. I was in trouble.
It took a great amount of effort, but I took a step back and adopted a silly smile. "Scrabble?"
Brin's expression fell flat. "Obviously not Scrabble."
"I always thought you were more of a Monopoly girl."
Shit, shit, shit. I couldn't do this to her. If she ever found out that I'd only brought her here to make my ex jealous, she'd be crushed. If she then found out that I'd just spoken to Lori and she was giving me two days to decide, she would never forgive me. As sexy as she was, sleeping with her right now would be a mistake.
"Fine, you wanna play like that?" Brin stepped forward again, and her hand grazed the front of my pants. My cock was now at full attention. "Let's play Twister."
She massaged my length, and my knees went weak. I was a goner. No mortal man could resist the perfect kind of sexy Brin brought to the table, and I was no saint.
I crushed my mouth down against Brin's. She responded eagerly, threading her arms around my neck and pushing her body hard against mine. Her tits pressed into my chest, and I moaned into the kiss. I grabbed a handful of ass, squeezing her soft flesh between my fingers.
I deepened the kiss, spearing my tongue into her mouth and laying claim to it. She kissed me back with just as much fervor. And we were lost.
I pushed her backward, so fast that she stumbled and made a noise of alarm but I didn't care. I would never let her fall. Her back met the wall with a slam, and I jammed my hips into hers, grinding my arousal into her belly. She always made me so hard. I was throbbing in my need for her, aching just to get inside of that sweet pussy. I practically ripped her shirt off and tossed it across the room, pleasantly surprised to find she was braless underneath.
"Naughty girl," I murmured.
Brin moaned and arched against the wall as I began to knead her tits. Her nipples pebbled under my touch. I brushed my thumbs over them, teasing her, and Brin panted desperately. I loved seeing her undone like this, completely lost. She put up no barriers, no walls, and the pleasure that rippled through her features was primal and raw. I knew she was mine. Completely mine.
I lowered my face to a nipple and sucked, grazing the sensitive bud with my teeth and making her shiver. I sent an exploratory hand into her panties. She was soaked.
"Very naughty girl."
I ran my fingers along her wet seam, diving straight into her heat. She was so tight that I could hardly fit two fingers in. I bit down on her nipple lightly. Brin cried out, and her pussy quivered around my fingers.
“Why don’t I show you just how naughty I am?” she growled.
Fuck. I died a little.
"Why don't you?"
She pushed me back, then spun me so my back was to the wall. She pulled off my shirt and tossed it to the side, then began to kiss down my chest. I groaned in my need for her, in anticipation of her mouth on me. She looked up at me with those sultry eyes, the ones that begged me to fuck her, and feathered kisses down to just above my belt.
Brin started undoing my belt, and my knees shook. She quickly unzipped and pulled down my pants, and then ran her lips over the tent of my boxers.
I muttered obscenities. The feeling was intense. Primal. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything in that moment, and she was about to give me everything.
Brin hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock bobbed in her face, and she wasted no time in giving the head a wet kiss.
"Jesus Christ girl," I murmured, tangling my fingers in her hair.
Brin chuckled and looked up at me, opening her mouth and guiding my cock inside with a firm hand on the base. I saw stars. The inside of her mouth was so hot, so wet. She sucked me down deep, nearly managing to take my whole length in one go. I could see from her face how much she was enjoying the moment, my reactions, the feeling of my heavy rod weighing on her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the shaft and began to bob, making little sighs and moans as she worked.
I'd had a lot of blowjobs in my life, but none compared to this. It was more than just the expert way she handled my meat. It was the way she allowed herself to succumb to every base desire, the way she owned the moment and me. She'd been through so much in her short life, but she left all that at the door and came to play, to show me how much she wanted me. Not to mention the fact that I'd never seen a hotter sight than Brin on her knees with a mouth full of my cock, looking up at me like I was the only thing in her world.
Brin took me deeper, gagging slightly before pulling away. She tried again, and I bit my lip. This girl would be the death of me. It was so hot, so intense. So fucking good.
I wouldn't last long if she kept this up, and I wanted to give my girl her reward. I also was desperate to fuck her. I pulled her off my cock by her hair and angled her face toward me.
"Get on the bed," I told her.
She scrambled up to comply with my request, pulling off her shorts and panties as I kicked off my pants and boxers. She spread herself across the bed, her hair making a silky screen across the pillow and her pussy spread wide before me. It was a sight I wouldn't soon forget.
I grabbed a condom from the suitcase and rolled it down my length, then climbed over her.
"You're so sexy," I said. "And full of surprises."
She giggled. "So you've said."
"What am I going to do with you?" I angled my cock at her entrance and pushed in just enough to make her gasp.
"It seems like you already have that figured out," Brin said hoarsely. "Why don't you show me."
"Naughty, naughty girl."
I couldn't hold back anymore. I slowly eased inside of her. She held me in a vice grip, expanding around my cock perfectly. As I bottomed out, I captured her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, reveling in the feeling of our bodies pressed so tightly together. Her fingernails scratched lightly down my back, and I jerked my hips forward, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. I swallowed it and bit down on her lip as I pulled back out slowly, then slammed in without mercy.
Brin swore and gripped my shoulders. I got lost in the moment, in the ecstasy. I thrust inside of her over and over again, our bodies thrashing against the sheets in a dance of pure passion. We crashed into each other like waves, great hungry tsunamis that destroyed all in their path.
"Oh my god!" Brin screamed. "Like that, yes!"
She was close, and I was going to give her everything she wanted. I kept up the pace and sucked hard on her neck, scraping my teeth down her throat in the way I knew she liked. She bucked against me. Then, with a keening wail, her body spasmed. She gripped me so tight, milking me for all I was worth. I squeezed my eyes shut and gave two last, hard thrusts, finally spilling inside of her.
My head span with pleasure, electricity sparking from the pit of my belly to my balls. It left me weak. It left me satisfied. I caught myself on my elbows and softly kissed the spots I'd been biting on Brin's neck. She purred like a happy cat.
"If that's how you play Twister, I can't wait to see what your Risk game is like," she said.
I broke down into laughter. She joined me, and for another moment I was able to escape the reality that was hammering down the door.
The moment I rolled to the side and started taking care of the condom, the guilt hit me like a brick. Brin stroked my back, and my stomach turned.
I tried to think of other things, tried to come back to the moment and not live inside my conscience because I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. If she found out what I'd done, things would be over between us.
If she found out, I'd lose one of the best things that had ever happened to me.
Fourteen
Martin
She looked more beautiful than ever. I wasn't even sure how that was possible.
Lori stood in my doorway, a wet dream in a wet dream, her taut body encased in a gorgeous white sundress that stopped mid-thigh. Sunglasses pushed back her light hair from her forehead, and her red lipstick made my mouth water.
"Hey there," she cooed, stepping into the room.
I double checked the hallway to make sure nobody had seen her, then closed the door. My palms were sweating. I waited for her all yesterday, but she couldn't make it to my room to see me. I didn't blame her. Lori was busy, and the nature of our relationship made things complicated. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.
She walked over to the patio, admiring the view from inside the open door. The breeze tangled through her locks. She made a perfect picture.
I walked up behind her, threading an arm around her waist and nuzzling my nose into her hair. She smelled fruity and sweet.
"I missed you," I sighed.
Lori patted my hand and pulled away. She walked over to the bed and sank down elegantly, folding her legs beneath her. "We've got some business we need to talk about."
"Business?" I frowned.
"Yes. That Brin girl."
My heart deflated, even though I'd known all along that she hadn't come here for me. She wanted Chad back. It made sense, given that they played off each other’s publicity well and this trip had put Chad more in the public eye than ever. Of course Lori would want a piece of that. Still, my romantic brain had entertained fantasies of her coming to her senses and finally realizing that she wanted us to be together in public.
"What about her?" I asked.
Lori examined her impeccably manicured fingernails, lips tugged down. "What's her deal? How did it only take Chad two weeks to move on to some tart? I saw her at the market yesterday. She's too plain for him."
I told myself the jealousy in her tone was only from Brin occupying her place in Chad's limelight. Even if it wasn't, I didn't have a right to be mad. Lori had told me from the beginning that we weren't ever going to be anything, that it was just a bit of fun on the side. It wasn't her fault that I'd fallen hard for her.
I wanted to appease her. Brin was nice, and I could tell that Chad enjoyed spending time with her, but how could anybody compare to Lori? Winning him back would be a breeze.
"She's just some dancer he picked up in Vegas," I said, coming to sit beside her on the bed. "He was crushed after you left. The only reason he's even with her is to make you jealous."
Lori's eyes sparked. "Really?"
It wasn't something I knew for sure, but I'd known Chad a long time, and all signs pointed to it. He wasn't one to share the spotlight with some random girl unless he wanted her to be seen.
"Totally." I wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Her skin was so soft. "She doesn't mean anything to him. You do."
Lori preened in that for a moment. She looked so beautiful when she knew she was getting her way.
"You want Chad and I to get together too, don't you?" Lori angled her body toward me and ran a finger up my chest. My cock stirred, and I bit my lip to keep from groaning. "You know that if we do get together, you and I could pick up right where we left off."
I cast my memory back to those delicious few months before Lori and Chad's breakup when Lori had begun to show an interest in me and had turned my world upside down. The sneaking around was half the fun, truth be told, and I couldn't wait to hide in the dark with her again as soon as possible.
"Of course I want you to get back together. I mean, I'd rather if you just..."
The look in her eyes cut me off. They glinted like steely knives, daring me to say the words and see what happened.
"What do you need me to do?" I asked.
Lori's expression warmed again, and she tapped her finger against my chin. "Let's make a plan."
It was hardly the sexy reunion I'd been hoping for. I lowered my face, just brushing my lips across hers. "Can the plan wait for an hour or two?"
My veins were on fire. Her heady scent filled my lungs, and I breathed in deep.
Lori laughed. My pulse skittered to a halt.
"You're such a dog." She pushed me back with a hand on my chest and tutted. "Plan first. Reward later."
She didn't specify how much later but I suspected she'd only get irritated if I asked.
"Fine." I ran a hand through my hair and tried not to think about the ache in my balls. "Yeah. Let's make a plan."
After making our plan, I found myself reminding myself where my loyalties lay. They were with Lori and Chad, not with Brin, so it shouldn't have bothered me what we were planning to do to her. Lori and I couldn't be together if she and Chad weren't together, and Chad was better off with Lori. Even if he did look happy with Brin, I knew it couldn't be possible for him to prefer her.
The thing that really yanked on my conscience was the one thing I hadn't told Lori, and the one thing she would never ask—how Brin felt about Chad. I could see plain as day that Brin adored Chad. She stole secret glances, smiled when he wasn't looking, and lit up like sunbeams when he put his arm around her. That was a girl in love. I didn't know if Brin knew it, but it was probably best if she didn't. Because we were about to break her.
"Right," said Lori, tapping end to her call and dropping the phone onto the bed. "I've arranged a boat cruise this afternoon to keep Chad busy. You know what you're doing?"
I nodded.
She smiled, and it was a wicked, devious smile. I wanted to lick it right from her lips.
"We've got a couple of hours then," she said. "What ever shall we do?"
I pounced.
Fifteen
Brin
Today was our final day of rest before we took on several days of nonstop filming, and I was determined to make the most of it. My ideal situation would have seen Chad and me on the beach, baking in the sun and stealing kisses b
etween sips of our margaritas, but since he left unexpectedly before I could pass said idea by him, I was on my own. I didn't mind so much. I was still in paradise, and I would have lots of time to spend with Chad in the not so distant future. I was excited about what the next few days would bring, even though my excitement was peppered with nervousness since I didn't know what crazy adventure we were getting up to next. It was fun not knowing. I could let my imagination run wild, but because of how enjoyable everything we'd done thus far had been, I knew that I wouldn't be let down.
I hummed to myself while changing into my bikini, feeling so happy I might float away at any moment. It was unreasonable for one person to be this happy, right?
It was all Chad’s fault. Well, it was my fault too. I was never supposed to fall for him, and he was never supposed to make it so easy. I was in big trouble, but I was doing my best not to think about exactly how much trouble. It was just one of those things that I was going to have to deal with the consequences of at a later date. For now, I just wanted to enjoy it. It had been a long time since I'd felt this good, this carefree, this plain old jolly. If there were a better way to spend a vacation, I would eat my own hat. I just hoped that when the blow did come, it wouldn't come too hard. For now, all signs pointed up.
A knock on the door stirred me from my reverie, and I quickly threw a dress on overtop of my bikini. I was surprised to find Martin on the other side. He offered up a tense smile.
"Hey, Martin," I greeted. "Chad went out about an hour ago, but I think he has his phone."
"I'm here to see you," he said. "Chad's preparing a special evening for the two of you."
"Really?" I beamed. "What kind of special evening?"
Martin tapped his nose. "I'm afraid that's top secret. All I'm allowed to tell you is when and where you're supposed to meet him."
"Why can't Chad just tell me himself?"
It wasn't that I didn't trust Martin, but he seemed kind of off. I worried that maybe Chad had said something to him. Was he planning a special evening because he wanted to send me home? That would be crazy, right? Chad would tell me if he wanted me to leave. Wouldn't he?