by Meghan March
I want to ask the obvious question—You really didn’t sleep with her?—but I keep it locked down. There’s nothing to be gained by asking. If he did, it’s going to ruin my mood, and it’s kind of unfair of me to judge because I was sleeping with Tristan, but Cav doesn’t hold that against me. And secondly, I like Win, and I don’t want to feel an urge to claw her eyes out the next time I’m within two feet of her.
Yep, the newfound cray-cray jealous streak is still alive and well. Some questions are best left unasked.
Cav and I finish eating, talking to a few more people who wander by the table. So far, I’ve met more famous people in the last hour than in my entire life. My brother might be well connected, but that doesn’t mean I get to rub elbows with most of his connections. Besides, investment bankers and industry titans aren’t quite the same as larger-than-life film stars.
The best part about tonight? I’m learning a lot about Cav from these interactions. He’s well liked, humbler than most, and seems very proud to have me on his arm. I don’t talk much, mostly saying what I think is the right thing when it’s my turn.
Cav and I leave the table after speaking with a director I think he’d like to work with—gleaned from my mad observational skills. He leads me back outside to the pool area and sits on a chaise lounge before pulling me down beside him. My third glass of red is going down just as smoothly as the last two, and I’m hoping I can discreetly ask Windsor what this incredible vintage is.
Cav is also on his third drink. I can smell the Scotch on his lips when he tucks his arm around my hips and leans down to ghost them over mine.
“You fit in here.”
His words are a boost of confidence I didn’t know I needed. I’ve been telling myself all night that these people aren’t that different from me. I face many of the same challenges without having the same job. And I could probably buy and sell several of them, so there’s that.
“I’m glad you think so.” I pause, considering whether it’s actually the compliment I took it as. “That’s a good thing, right?”
Cav looks down at me, his brow furrowed. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
I shrug. “It’s clear you don’t like all of these people, so I guess I wanted to make sure.”
He considers before responding. “Do you like all the people in your crowd in New York?”
“Of course not.”
“But would it matter to you that I fit in with them?”
“Yes and no. I don’t care whether I fit in with them all the time, and they can be pretentious as hell.”
Cav scans the room. “I feel the same way about the people here. There are plenty I’d rather avoid, a few I really like, and the rest I can either take or leave. What I was trying to say is I’m glad you don’t feel out of place. This isn’t the easiest crowd to work, but I never doubted you’d be able to handle it.”
Again, his words fill me with warmth. When did it become so important to me to fit into his world?
When you decided you couldn’t stand the thought of letting him go. The voice in my head doesn’t let me get away with too much bullshit.
I drain the rest of my wineglass and set it on the glass-topped side table next to the chaise lounge and stand.
“I need to find the ladies’ room.”
Cav rises beside me. “I’ll lead the way.”
I’m tipsier than I expected, or maybe it’s just the überhigh heels, because I lean on Cav for support to keep me steady.
“You good?” he asks.
“I think so.” The warm glow of a good buzz shimmers over my skin, putting me in a chill and happy mood.
Cav leads me around what seems like a quarter mile of hallways until he pushes open a door and flips on the lights. “I’ll be outside.”
I slip into the bathroom, which, like the rest of Windsor’s home, is perfectly appointed. I’m washing my hands and admiring the cool fixtures when the door pops open and Cav steps inside and locks it behind him.
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Knocking. It’s a concept.”
“You forget that I don’t ask permission, baby girl.”
That’s when I notice the heat flaring in his gaze and his hand tucked into his pocket.
He pulls out a silky bag and holds it up. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s been carrying this around all night and waiting for the perfect time to use it?”
“That’s a hard question to answer when I don’t know what it is.”
“Bend over. I want your fingertips touching the mirror and your eyes on mine the whole time.”
My body responds on command as my nipples harden against the bodice of my dress. All night, I’ve been acutely aware of the ache he left and his promises about later. Not to mention how careful I’ve been to keep my legs squeezed shut to prevent any accidental flashes of nakedness.
“Here? Now?”
Cav lays the bag on the countertop and smooths a palm up the outside of my leg.
“Wherever I want. Whenever I want. You going to argue with me?” He drags the very short skirt of my dress up, exposing my bare ass to the cool air.
I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his. “No. I’ve wanted it all night.”
“Because you’re my naughty girl. Can’t get enough cock to keep you sated. Now I’m going to fill you up all the way.”
I want to know what’s in the bag, but I’m not going to ask because I know it’ll just slow down whatever he’s going to give me, and I refuse to take the chance.
“You liked when I tongued this tight little asshole, didn’t you?” Cav’s fingers trail across my ass and slip lower, pressing against the forbidden spot in question.
“Yes, you know I did.” My reply is shameless, and I don’t care.
“Such a filthy girl. You’re gonna get a little filthier right here. I hope you can keep quiet, otherwise we’ll attract an audience.”
It’s on my tongue to ask him what he’s going to do to me, but again, I don’t want to slow him down.
“I want to fuck that perfect ass again soon, so I need to get you ready for it.”
My inner muscles clench at his words.
I should be horrified that he’s going to do this here and now, while a good chunk of Hollywood’s movers and shakers are outside this door, but for some reason that knowledge just ratchets up the excitement thrumming through me.
Cav’s hand slides between my thighs.
“Fucking soaked, baby girl. You want this as bad as I want to give it to you.”
My only response is a nod because his clever fingers are circling my clit and teasing me. I thrust my ass out further, uncaring whether it’s obscene.
Cav removes his hand, but before I can protest, he shakes out the contents of the bag. I’ve seen one before, but never up close and about to be used on me—a shiny silver butt plug. It looks like it’s metal, which is strange because I thought they were all silicone or rubber. And beside the butt plug in his hand is a single packet of what I assume is lube.
“I’m gonna fuck this sweet pussy while I’ve got your ass full of this little plug.”
I want it. All of it.
Cav doesn’t ask for my approval; he can see it in my eyes.
“Pull the top of your dress down, I want your tits out while I take you. You’re going to watch me in the mirror, watch my face and see how much I love being inside you.”
I move my hands away from where they’ve been touching the mirror at his earlier command and pull down the front of my dress. My breasts spill free, landing on the cool granite. The sensation of cold against hot has my body thrumming in anticipation as Cav coats the plug with lube and drizzles the thick, sticky substance on my ass.
“You’re never going to want me to fuck you without your ass full after this. Your little pussy is already so tight, I’m barely going to fit, and you’re going to love it.”
“Hurry,” is all I can say as I slide my fingertips around my nipples, teasing myself.
“I’m
calling the shots here.” He presses the end of the plug against my tight muscle. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.”
I bite my lip at the burst of heat his command unleashes inside me. We’ve been headed down this BDSM road since the first time we were together, and if I needed any more confirmation, Cav’s request is it.
“Yes, sir,” I repeat.
“Now, press against the plug, I want to watch it slide in.”
I do as he says, the cold metal sending chills skittering across my skin as it slips in. Biting my lip to contain the moan, I embrace the stretch and the pleasure that comes with it. When the base of the plug is seated against my ass, I release the breath I was holding.
“Fucking perfect.” He pushes a hand between my thighs and groans. “You’re soaked, baby. So fucking wet. You dying for me yet?”
“Please.” I’m not ashamed to beg. I just want him.
Cav’s fingers disappear, but the sound of his belt and zipper keep me from moaning another plea. He fits the head of his cock against my entrance and meets my eyes in the mirror.
He starts to slide in, his gaze intense. “Inch by inch, baby girl. You’re taking all of it.”
I suck in a breath because he’s right. I’ve never felt so full as I do with the plug in my ass and Cav’s cock thrusting inside me.
“Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and you’re mine. Every single fucking piece of you is mine. I won’t take anything less, Greer. All of you. That’s what I want.”
He already has what he wants, but words are beyond me. All I can do is nod as he bottoms out and presses the plug further in.
“Oh my God,” I murmur, the words coming out on a harsh breath. “Oh my God.”
Heat burns in Cav’s gaze as he flexes his hips again, driving the sensation higher. One touch on my clit and an orgasm would be imminent.
When Cav pulls back and plunges inside, I can read the pleasure on his face too. We’re not going to last long.
And then he decides to prove me wrong.
Over and over, he powers into me, hitting my G-spot with each thrust. My orgasm hangs just out of reach until he wraps an arm around me and presses down on my clit.
“Brace yourself.”
Slapping my hands to the countertop, I never break eye contact as he pounds into me again and again, the pressure on my clit shattering my control. The orgasm bursts from me, along with a scream I can’t rein in. I don’t care if someone walks in and sees us, because the orgasm is rolling forward with the force of a freight train, the pleasure doubling and tripling with every moment.
“Oh my God.” I moan, tears rolling down my face at the intensity of the pleasure. I’ve never felt anything like this before and it’s almost too much, but Cav doesn’t stop or slow.
“Fuck, baby. I’m coming.”
Two more thrusts and my scream matches his groan. I slump forward on the counter, my head hanging forward until my forehead touches granite, breaking eye contact for the first time since I looked in the mirror and met his gaze.
My legs tremble as my knees threaten to give out.
Cav stays still, his cock still pulsing out his release inside me. His left palm slides up my back and turns my head to the side.
“You okay?”
I try to nod, but I’m too boneless to move.
“I’ll clean you up. Give me a second.”
Cav can have all the seconds he wants because I’m going to need to be carried out of here. Preferably out a back entrance so I don’t have to see anyone who heard me scream when my orgasm stole my restraint.
The reality of what we’ve done hits me. “What if someone heard?”
“Then they’ll be jealous as hell. Don’t worry about it.”
Cav pulls out and cleans us both up, but he doesn’t remove the plug. When I point out his oversight, his lips quirk up on one side.
“Told you, that’s staying in. We’re not done yet.”
My eyes go wide—I can see them in the mirror—and Cav’s smile broadens.
“Just wait, baby. You think I made you scream this time? I’ve got plans for you.”
We walk out of the bathroom, and it’s clear that my hair has been arranged in the just been fucked school of hairstyling. I swear every single person in this house is looking at me and knows that I’ve still got a butt plug pushed up my ass.
“Can we hurry?” I whisper to Cav, feeling more self-conscious with every step.
He stops in the hallway and looks down at me. “What’s wrong?”
“They’re all going to know what we did.”
Cav’s smile is slow, and I’m tempted to wipe it off his face. “Baby girl, we aren’t the first and we won’t be the last people to use that bathroom for that specific purpose.” He glances out toward the pool area where topless women and men in briefs are playing a game of volleyball. “Besides, everyone is on the fun edge of hammered right now, so what we’re doing isn’t on their radar. You’re good.”
For some reason, his words do make me feel a little less like I’m walking around with a scarlet letter sewn on my dress, but I’m still ready to leave—for more than one reason. I might have just had one of the most amazing orgasms of my life, but I’m still hovering on the edge, courtesy of the plug.
“Okay. I am ready to—”
“You can’t possibly leave yet,” Windsor calls as she slides through one of the glass doors that opens to the pool. Our words must have carried further than I thought. “Things are just starting to get fun.”
Cav relays our regrets, and I barely hear him because I can’t stop watching the man whose eyes are glued to Windsor. Silas Bohannon doesn’t look like the kind of man to let her get away for long. If I had to place my bets, I’d say she won’t be spending tonight alone.
Cav gives Windsor a hug and thanks her for the invite, and I do the same, picking up on the tail edge of their conversation.
“Thank you again for letting me borrow the dress and shoes. They’re beautiful, and I’ll get them back to you as soon as I’ve had the dress dry-cleaned.”
Windsor waves a hand. “Don’t bother. That dress looks a hundred times better on you than it does on my sister. Keep it. Consider both it and the shoes a gift.”
I squeeze Cav’s hand in my surprise. “Can I at least pay you for them? I—”
“Gift, darling. I don’t want anything at all from you, except maybe your promise that you’re going to keep Cav happy. I’ve never seen him like this, and frankly, it’s a good look on both of you.”
“Deal.”
Cav’s hand squeezes mine in return, and it’s a promise I hope I can keep.
Greer has been quiet ever since Windsor told her to keep me happy. I know Greer well enough to guess her brain is turning that one over and over in her head. We have no clearly defined future. Every time we’re together, it’s somewhere removed from her normal life, so I can’t imagine it seems real. Having her here, in my world, has made it very real for me.
I can see her staying here. Living in my house. Coming to parties and events with me. Making a life and building a future. But there’s so much pulling her back to New York, I don’t know if I can make this a reality or not. Greer’s brother will be the biggest hurdle, but I’m willing to take on Creighton Karas to have her with me.
That’s assuming she wants to be here. It’s a different world for her, but she has blended into it so effortlessly. She didn’t stare wide-eyed at the people at the party. She held her own and talked to them like they were normal. Which they are, for the most part.
Greer is used to dealing with money and power and status, which makes her even more ideally suited for living in Hollywood and all the bullshit that comes with it most of the time. I couldn’t have picked a woman more perfect for the life I’m living. I just have to figure out how to get her to stay.
But right now, I need to get her out of her head because the creases between her eyebrows tell me she’s drawing
in and worrying over everything rather than enjoying the moment.
If we were in my car, I’d have her spread her legs, pull up her skirt, and make her play with her pussy until she was on the edge of coming. I’d make her hold off until we got to the house and she could come with my cock buried deep inside her.
I glance at the driver, pleased that his eyes are firmly fixed on the road. Greer’s already in the middle seat, leaning against me, so I pull her tighter to my side and slide my hand up her thigh and under her dress. The heat from between her legs is impossible to miss. I lean down and speak low, directly into her ear.
“Is it the plug keeping you wet for me, or are you thinking about everything I promised I’d do to you when we got home?”
Greer’s eyes cut up to mine before looking meaningfully at the driver.
“Answer my question.”
“Both.” Her response comes out on a whisper.
“Are you ready for a cock up your ass? Last time, you took it like such a good girl.”
She shifts against me, and I take advantage of her movement to run my thumb over her slick pussy lips.
I groan at how wet she is. “You couldn’t be any more perfect, could you? Always wet for me, always ready to take my cock any way I want to give it to you. Win had it wrong; you don’t have to do a damn thing to keep me happy. I’m the lucky bastard who wants to do everything I can to keep you happy.” I pull my hand out from under her skirt and unbuckle her seat belt to draw her into my lap.
I’ve never wanted this kind of closeness with anyone, but with Greer, it seems I can’t get her close enough. It’s as if I know there’s no way in hell I deserve to keep her, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do everything in my power to bind her to me anyway.
I see her in every part of my future, whether I deserve to have her there or not. If we were in Vegas, I’d drag her in front of an Elvis impersonator and get my ring on her finger as fast as I could. Is this how her brother felt when he pulled his Vegas wedding stunt?