Love Through LimeLight

by Farrah Abraham

  Excitement makes me wolf down the treat a little faster than I should. I wince when the cold hits my brain but Harper is there immediately, rubbing my temples until the sting goes away. I pull back, blushing at the close contact.

  “All right. I’m ready.”

  He laughs. “It must be some ride for you to be so motivated.”

  “You don’t know the half of it!” I take his hand, trying to ignore the way my heart jumps in my chest at the simple, innocent contact. The ride I want to get into isn’t all that thrilling, to be honest. But it is cozy and fun.

  We bypass the line, thanks to the special tickets we purchased. The person at the front of the line looks like she might have recognized me but when she tries to duck around my sunglasses for a closer look, Harper draws her attention back to him. I thank him silently as we are ushered into the cage.

  Harper slides into the seat facing me. His broad shoulders are bent inward a little and he winces when the door slams shut. “Are you sure this is safe?”

  “Naturally. We are at an amusement park; they’re supposed to specialize in safe, wholesome fun.”

  He doesn’t look convinced but before he can get in another word the ride is moving. It starts off slow, swinging right and left in the air before it picks up speed. My knees brush against Harper’s as we move and I know from the way his eyes drop that my cleavage is deepening from the weight of the safety bars.

  I laugh, both from the excitement of the ride and from knowing that I am turning him on. He seems to not be able to take his eyes away from me, and the power I hold over him delights me. It’s more than the power I’ve had over other people. It’s about something different.

  The ride picks up speed and flips us in the air. We complete a fast circle, feeling weightless when we’re at the top. Then the ride kicks it up a notch again and we’re slammed into the sides, spinning until my hair falls out of my hat and the glasses on my face threaten to fall off.

  “Are you okay?” Harper screams over the whirl of the engines and the screaming of the other patrons. I throw my head back, a squeal of glee leaving my lips. He looks like he’s about to freak out but he’s still asking if I’m okay.

  “Yeah! This is fantastic!” I bounce up and down in my seat when the ride begins to slow down. My heart is pounding and my face is beaded with the finest mist of sweat.

  “Ugh,” All Harper can say as we are released from the seats are grunts and shows of discomfort.

  The person who lets us out takes one look at him and points out the closest trash can.

  “Thanks, I’ll be fine.”

  I laugh again but this time I take his hand when we walk away. I have several other rides I want to go on but maybe it would be wise to take a break.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to just go look at the pandas? I hear there’s also a zoo connected to this place.” Harper asks after fifteen minutes of waiting.

  I smile. With anyone else, I think that maybe I would have pushed for the things that I wanted.

  I know that it comes off as selfish, but honestly I figure that I work very hard and I deserve to get what I want. But with Harper, I want to share. I want to give him the best of me and let him do the same in return.

  “I would love to look at pandas. I saw a flyer a little while back, I’ll go find one while you drink your water.”

  Harper flashes me a grateful look. He knows as well as I do that I would rather be on rollercoasters than looking at animals in cages. I’m willing to compromise but only because it’s for him.

  I’m starting to think that I would do anything for him.

  I leave him to find an information stand that has maps and flyers. On my way back to him, a ripped guy in a tank-top gives me a suggestive look. For just a split second I remember that I haven’t had sex in months. I don’t know why but Harper won’t let anything progress with us. Every once in a while, it annoys me but then…

  I look back to him, sitting on the bench where I left him, sipping his water. He told me when he first suggested that we come here that he wasn’t the kind of man who enjoyed big rides like the one we have been on. He didn’t know if it was because he didn’t like not being in control or if it was the motions themselves, but he always managed to get sick when he was on them.

  Still, he tried. He tried not one, but six rides…just for me.

  I look away from the ripped guy and it’s much easier than I thought it would be. Shelby was right. All of my attention and interest is focused on Harper.

  As it should be.

  Chapter Twelve

  I take a deep breath and let it out slowly but all the yoga in the world isn’t going to get rid of the burn in my lower gut. When the instructor says to switch to the next position, I do so with fluid motions but I still feel tight on the inside. Even though I’m supposed to be focusing on my practice, all I can think about is Harper.

  He stopped by the office earlier today, carrying a catered meal of such delicious quality that I am pretty sure it cost him a fortune. The day before, he brought me a pair of pearl earrings—the kind that only movie stars could ever hope to own. I appreciate all of his attention, and the presents really tell me he’s thinking about me, even when I’m not around, but the fact that he won’t touch me beyond a little peck on the cheek here and there is starting to get to me.

  I release the breath that I’m holding when the person next to me clears her throat. Shelby raises an eyebrow in my direction and I realize that I am two steps behind everyone else.

  “Focus,” she whispers as soft as she can over the quiet den of yoga breathers.

  I shake my head, letting her know that I can’t and she shrugs her shoulder. I quietly get all of my gear together and leave the large room. There’s no way I’m going to do myself any good in this state, so I might as well stop and hit the treadmill.

  I focus a little better when I can hike up the tension on the machine and force myself to work hard. By the time I’m panting, a little bit of my sexual frustration has drained out of me. Sweat pours down neck and I realize that I’ve caught the eye of a slender man with his hair in a ponytail.

  I immediately look away.

  I’m not interested in anyone else. I just want my needs met by the man I’m interested in. Is that such a bad thing?

  I groan, knowing that the rest of my workout is just no good. Even if I do manage to burn off this pent-up aggression, it will just come back later.

  With a huff, I climb off the machine, completely ignoring the ogling of the guys around me. A few girls also give me the eye but I keep walking, careful not to make anyone think that I would welcome their attention.

  The moment I’m back in the locker rooms, I collapse against a cool wall. Even though I haven’t told him yet, I know that I’m in love with Harper. Everything he does, every single way he treats me is exactly what I want. He tells me everything that goes on in his life. Nothing is a secret between us.

  Right now, for instance, I know that he is in a meeting with a manufacturer from France who wants to import wine illegally through Harper’s company. Harper has no intention of doing business like that and will tell the manufacturer so. Even though it’s a silly import law, created just to make other people money, Harper is a respectful, honorable man. He’s not going to find loopholes to make himself more money.

  I love that about him. He has the chance to make a profit by walking over a few minor people and a few insignificant laws and he never does.

  He’s a good man.

  If I wanted to, I could log into any of his email accounts from my phone. He has set up my device to have high-tech bypasses for all of his security. That is how much he trusts me. That is the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted. The kind built on transparency.

  I decide to take a shower here and grab my water bag. Tossing the rest of my stuff back into my locker only takes a few seconds and I wrap myself in a towel on my way to the adjoining room.

  Cold water. No, make that “ice water”.
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  I close my eyes as the water beats down on my face. My hair clings to my back and all I want is for the ice-cold water from the tap to sink into my bones. To erase the burn between my legs. I close my eyes tight but all I see behind my lids are images of all of the things I want Harper to do to me.

  Before I realize it, my hands are stroking my shoulders. In my head, it’s him. He looks at me with his dark brown eyes filled with lust and love. I part my lips as my fingertips dip lower and run over the tops of my breasts. I feel like they are swollen with need. My nipples are perky little nubs, begging for attention. When I pinch one between my thumb and my forefinger, it’s all I can do to keep from crying out.

  “You’re so beautiful,” the Harper of my dreams murmurs against my skin as he drags his hot mouth over my neck and then my collarbone. Even though I’m in a cold shower, my skin feels as if it’s on fire everywhere he “touches” me.

  “Please, Harper…don’t make me wait.” I whisper the plea into the small space of the shower and close my eyes when the echo of my voice returns. I sound small and vulnerable…needy.

  The erotic nature of what I’m doing pushes me on and my hands smooth against the flat surface of my stomach. My muscles bunch beneath my touch and I push a little firmer, mimicking the touch of a strong man. He pinches my sides, delighting in how little fat he can catch. “And your body is meant for hard, aggressive sex. I want to be inside of you in so many ways. But I want it to be special…I want it to be powerful.”

  A soft noise escapes my throat and someone walks by the stall I’m in. Her body makes the thin curtain separating me from the rest of the room flutter and my face flushes. Anyone could see me here. Anyone could hear me.

  The thought drives my arousal up another six notches and the Harper in my mind takes notice. “Oh, does my sweet, innocent Fallon enjoy an audience?”

  I run my fingers along my thighs and up the firm globes of my ass. Even though I don’t move to follow the action, in my head Harper pulls the screen away just a little, widening the gap that we can be seen in. He bites my neck as he moves behind me, putting me on display for anyone who walks by.

  “What if they see you like this, Fallon? You’re so wet and your face is a lovely shade of pink. Anyone who sees you would know instantly that you love this. That you live for this. They’ll see you and they’ll want you, male or female.”

  The husky whisper I hear in my head is more than I can take. I tease myself in tight circles, not wanting to touch my clit until the very least second. Without meaning to, I clamp my thighs together against the harsh spray of the water. The pressure created makes my head fall backward and my mouth drops open a little wider. Water hits my face and cascades down my body in big droplets but I can’t focus on anything but what’s happening in my imagination.

  Harper spreads my legs with a muscular thigh. From behind me, he grabs the loofah I’d almost forgotten I’d brought into the shower. He soaps it up slowly and I do it in the real world, dizzying myself with the perfumed soap that he likes so much.

  He takes a deep breath as he puts the washer to my flushed skin and I gasp at the pressure. I know it’s a high-quality item, made of silk and the finest fibers, but somehow it feels rough and erotic against my sensitive skin. I shudder with pleasure, bowing my head forward as he washes my back, his big fingertips brushing against my skin with every stroke.

  “Tell me how much you like it. You’re mine now. Tell me how much you crave my touch.”

  I draw the loofah over my hot skin and whisper dark, desperate things to him. “Please, Harper. I want you buried so deep in my ass that it makes my pussy squirt. I want you ’til your cum fills me up.” The line falls from my lips and I gasp, knowing that that level of animalistic wanting is something I’ve never met before. Only with Harper could I express something in such a blunt, sexual way. He’s special.

  Emboldened by my discovery, I lick my lips, which are swollen from how often I’ve bitten them. “I want you to fuck me in half. I want your cock so deep in me that the imprint of your balls leaves a bruise on my clit. I want to ride you until your toes curl and you’re begging me to let you spill inside of me.”

  My face continues to blaze and I pant under the weight of my desires. It’s…raunchy. Kinkier and more intimate than anything I’ve ever done before—which is saying a lot. I want him in every way possible. Twice.

  He pulls me against his body and the hard line of erection slides against the crack of my ass. Soap makes it slip and I shudder, pressing my lips together to keep from crying out. Just the thought of him taking me from behind—in either hole—is enough to make my knees knock together. I grow lightheaded with need and my loofah hits the ground wetly.

  “I can’t stand it anymore.”

  There in the small stall, I spread my legs and dip my fingers into the hot entrance of my pussy. The first slick swipe is enough to steal my breath away and I can hear Harper’s pleased laughter echoing in my ears. “Yeeees.”

  My clit is swollen and begging for attention. I drag my nails over it, spiking my pleasure with a shot of pain. The feelings go straight to my abdomen and I gasp, choking back a loud moan. I haven’t forgotten entirely where I am and voices bleed from the locker room into the large restroom. A few stalls down from me, a woman is singing the first lines of “Titanium” by David Guetta.

  I try to focus on keeping myself safe and sane but the pleasure mounting in me is going to cause me to unravel. I can smell Harper’s cologne in the air. It mixes with the scent of my body wash and I groan.

  I push a finger inside the warm, wet tunnel of my pussy just as the Harper in my head gets tired of teasing me. He pushes me forward, making me brace myself against the shower wall. When he positions himself to sink into me, I expect him to slam straight home. But even in my head, he doesn’t do what I think he will. Instead, he sinks inside inch by glorious inch. He stretches me out until I burn and reaches around to rub my clit as he does it.

  I gasp as I run my fingers in tight circles over my pussy. My other hand is two fingers deep and I’ve bent my knees to get the leverage I need. Harper sinks all the way in and I work a third finger into my pussy, gasping and panting while I try to keep myself from screaming.

  The pleasures, as well as the fantasy are almost too much. I can barely think as I work myself over. Harper takes his time, pulling out and pushing back into me repeatedly. He varies his thrusts, never letting me predict the way he’ll move and each pump pushes me a little closer to oblivion.

  “Please. Please. Please,” I beg, not knowing entirely what I want. I just want everything he has to offer.

  “And I want to give it to you,” he says, reading my mind in that special way that he does even when he’s not a fantasy.

  Suddenly he picks up his pace and is driving into me so hard and fast that I can barely breathe. I close my eyes tightly in both worlds, pressing my lips together tightly. As if I can seal away the low noises of pleasure that are building up in my throat. As if I could fight how amazing he feels, even when he’s not really here.

  I lift up on my tiptoes as he drives into me with a break-neck pace. My mind blanks out and my fingers are suddenly drenched in my juices. I come so hard I can’t see for several seconds.

  When I come back down from the cloud I’m carefully perched on, I realize I’m on the floor in the shower. I came so hard that I collapsed without a care in the world.

  The cold water continues to batter at me, like an impatient alarm clock waiting for me to turn it off. I stand up on shaky feet and do just that as I prepare to exit.

  I take a deep breath and step out of the shower. The room is strangely quiet and I vaguely hope that I didn’t cause a scene.

  But for one second, the secret, naughty part of my mind…hopes that I did.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My phone rings the moment I step into my condo. I throw my gym bag on the ground and dig through it, trying to catch it before it gets to the black hole that is my voice mail. W
hen I finally find it, I glance at the screen and frown. This is my private number, rather than the business phone, and I don’t recognize the number. Still, for obvious reasons, it’s not something that you can look up so the person on the other line had to get it from a trusted source.

  Still, I’m a little wary when I push the button letting the call come through. “Hello?”

  “Ummm…hey. Is this Fallon?” A deep, masculine voice asks from the other end and I almost give myself away. I recognize the voice.

  “Koi? Is that you?”

  A relieved sigh. “It is you. That’s fantastic. I was afraid you might have changed your number. Yeah, it’s me. How have you been?”

  I run my free hand through my hair. Koi is a guy I met during a dark time in my life. I had been in a nice rehab center, going crazy because I was cut off from the world. It didn’t matter that I was in rehab for something mild. Something that didn’t really warrant locking me up. Still, being a celebrity comes with a price.

  I am held in a much different regard than the general public. Because of that, I must always be on my best behavior when the cameras are flashing. This is something I didn’t know at first. I thought I could just go on being a normal person. Being Fallon Opal.

  I’m a quick learner, though.

  The mask that I wore had slipped momentarily and I had landed in hot water because of it. Now I keep who I really am hidden carefully away. The public would not be able to handle the real me and now I’m starting to think that no one will.

  “Fallon?”

  Koi’s voice snaps me out of my melancholy thoughts. I shake my head, trying to force myself to focus. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

  “I was just saying how much I missed you. I tried to find you when I first got released but for a while you had pretty much vanished.

  I wince, remembering that I had hidden myself off the grid. For a while I lived in the underworld of the rich a famous, working as a Sugar Baby while I found myself. It was fun but ultimately I realized that where I really wanted to be was here—in the limelight where I belonged.