Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3)

by M. D. Saperstein

  His hand squeezes tighter and starts to move faster.

  "Parker! Ugh...shit..." I cry as a jolt of raw pleasure shoots through me.

  I open my eyes, not realizing that I've closed them, and see Parker watching me. The look on his face speaks volumes of his feelings. His face is very expressive and everything he's thinking is written all over it. I can see the affection and adoration he has for me. It warms my heart and latches those claws into the bone.

  Parker's hand slips over the head of my cock and that's it for me. My orgasm hits me hard and without warning. A guttural shout rips up my throat as my back bows off the bed. Parker's eyes never leave my face. He comes with a low grunt.

  We lay there for a moment to catch our breaths before getting up and hopping in the shower. We keep our hands to ourselves in the shower because we are now running short on time.

  I watch him as we get dressed in the bedroom. This is the happiest that I've been in years. Not only with Parker, but also with myself. I feel like I'm who I'm supposed to be. I never thought that I was gay, but being with Parker - being with a man - feels right. I know that I've accepted this part of me and I'm coming to the point where I want to share it with everyone. I want people to know who I really am. I don't want to hide this person that I just found. I'm not ashamed of myself or who I've become, so why hide? I just don't think Parker is anywhere near as ready as I am.

  I pull my t-shirt over my head and clear my throat. "There is, uh, something I want to talk to you about," I say into the comfortable silence.

  Parker glances up at me from his seat on the bed where he's putting on his shoes. "Okay."

  "What are your thoughts about going public?" I ask hesitantly.

  He frowns in confusion. "Public with what?"

  "Us. Our relationship."

  His eyes widen in horror. "What? Fuck no! Are you crazy?" he exclaims, shooting to his feet.

  My anger immediately flares at his reaction. "So, what? Are we just going to live in hiding for however long this lasts?" I snap. "I'm not planning on ending this anytime soon, but I'm not going to live the rest of my life behind closed doors either."

  "Have you lost your mind? We can't tell people about us!" he squawks, throwing his arms up in the air.

  "Why the hell not?"

  He sputters for a second before spewing some more bullshit, "We just can't! My family..."

  "...Are a bunch of bigoted douchebags." I finish his thought.

  "My dad will do everything he can to kill my career! Believe me, he's threatened to do it before. This would make him do it for real," Parker says.

  He shoulders past me, leaving the room. I blink. Is he fucking kidding me? I turn on my heel and follow him out of the room.

  "So you're going to live the rest of your life in the closet?" I bark at his back.

  He just shrugs. "If I have to," I hear him mutter.

  Parker grabs his keys and starts for the door.

  "Parker!" I snap. I stop myself from stomping my foot like a child.

  He stops, his hand on the doorknob. He looks over his shoulder at me, a defeated look in his eyes. "We're going to be late," he says then walks out the door.

  Shit.

  Parker

  We stop at a bagel place to grab some breakfast. The ride there is completely silent. The tension in the car is palpable. I still can't believe that Chance even brought that up. Did he really think that I would ever...come out? It's absurd! Not only because I'm straight...I mean, everyone still thinks I'm straight, but because my family is so closed minded about the gay nation. Not that I care what my family thinks, it's more about what they can do to me and my career that I'm concerned about.

  We're both wearing dark sunglasses and baseball caps in the bagel place, hoping to get in and out quickly without getting recognized. Chance is standing next to me on my right, arms crossed over his chest, anger just radiating off him. Even if he got recognized, I don't think anyone would approach him.

  We order our sandwiches and coffee then pay and move to the side to wait. I'm leaning with my hip against the counter staring out the window when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over to see Olivia smiling brightly at me.

  "Parker, hi!" she whispers as she throws her arms around my neck and plants a kiss square on my lips.

  "Oh, hey, Olivia," I reply and belatedly hug her back.

  I catch Chance's infuriated gaze. Even with the sunglasses on, I can feel his eyes boring into me. His normally full lips are a thin angry line and his jaw is bulging, most likely from clenching his teeth.

  "We haven't gotten together in a while, are you free tonight?" she asks with a saucy smile as she lets her hand trail suggestively down my arm.

  "I...uh...no, I'm working tonight..." I stutter and swallow hard.

  I hear Chance mutter something that sounds like "Un-fucking-believable," before he snatches the bag from the guy holding it out for him and storms toward the door. Olivia gives him a curious look before brushing it off and turning back to me.

  "Okay, well how about another night?" she suggests.

  "I can't, I'm kinda with someone," I tell her.

  She smiles warmly. "Aw, that's great Parker, I'm glad. Never mind then," she says sweetly and winks at me before she turns and heads for the counter to order.

  I quickly make my way outside. I see Chance pacing the sidewalk next to where I’ve parked. I make my way toward him. He spots me and stomps over to me, getting in my face.

  "Who the fuck was that?" he hisses.

  "She was one of my fuck buddies," I reply. No point in beating around the bush. He's already pissed; lying would just make him angrier.

  "Get in the fucking car," he growls and gives me a shove toward the car.

  What a fucking horrible day this is turning out to be. I get in the car. As soon as we're closed in, Chance turns to me and rips off his sunglasses.

  "Have you been fucking her while we've been together?" he asks, low and deadly.

  I turn to look at him. I take my sunglasses off so he can see my eyes and know that I'm telling him the truth. "Absolutely not. I haven't been with anyone but you."

  He searches my eyes for a moment. "I know we never said it out loud but I assume this is an exclusive relationship?"

  I nod. "I also assumed that."

  "What did you tell her?" he asks.

  I start the car and pull out. "That I'm with someone."

  "I guess you didn't mention who you’re with." He snorts bitterly.

  "You guessed right," I reply in annoyance.

  Chance shakes his head in disgust. "Fucking dick," he mutters before digging into the bag in his lap.

  He pulls out my sandwich and hands it to me. He opens his own and takes a big bite. We both finish our sandwiches before getting to the studio. Without a word, we head to our separate trailers. I keep replaying the morning in my head. I'm angry over the whole argument, but also disappointed and defeated.

  This relationship is still new. Who knows if it's going to last? If it doesn't, will I date another man? I don't know. I want to say no, but I just don't know. Do I want to come out as bi or gay and then Chance and I break up and I start dating women again? I don't fucking know. I mean, it's not like I can't. People do it all the time. I just...the whole thing is so confusing right now. Why can't we just live in the moment, have fun, and just be. Why do we have to tell everyone? Why do we have to come out? Can't our private life stay private? So we forfeit PDA. I can live with that. I get plenty of affection behind closed doors.

  More Parker…

  The day is long and grueling. We have to shoot some action scenes. They are tough and physically demanding. Jerry finally calls final cut at around one in the morning. I trudge back to my trailer and take a quick shower. Other than our lines, Chance and I haven't spoken to each other all day and it's killing me. I don't like fighting with him anymore. I don't like this distance between us.

  I step out of my trailer and see Chance leaning against the hood of m
y car, his dark hair wet. He looks exhausted. I'm sure I do, too. Luckily, the ride back to my place isn't long. I shove my hands into my pockets as I make my way over to my car. I stop in front of Chance.

  "Should I take you to your apartment?" I ask quietly.

  "Do you want to take me to my apartment?" he replies wearily.

  "No." I sigh and shake my head.

  "Then don't," he murmurs with a shrug.

  Okay. That's a start. We both get into my car and I start it. The ride is quiet, but it's more like a too-tired-to-talk kind of quiet, not a tension filled quiet. We walk into my condo and I shut and lock the door behind us. As soon as I turn around, Chance wraps me up in his strong arms. I sigh heavily and sink into him. I tuck my face in his neck and just hold onto him.

  "I don't want to fight with you," I whisper.

  "I don't want to fight, either. I'm sorry about earlier," Chance murmurs softly.

  "I'm sorry, too. Can we please just not worry about that right now?"

  "Yeah, okay," he agrees.

  "I like where we are, I like being with you, you are all I need right now," I tell him, lifting my head to look at him.

  Chance nods and drops his forehead to mine. "Me, too."

  I lean in and kiss him softly. The kiss slowly heats up. The next thing I know, we're tearing each other clothes off. I pin Chance face first to the front door, one hand at his throat while the other jerks him off. Chance moans and shoves his ass back against my aching cock.

  "What do you want?" I purr in his ear.

  "I want you to fuck me," Chance rasps.

  "Mmm, sounds good, let me grab a condom."

  "No, no condom," Chance pants.

  I know we're both clean, we've had the conversation before and had gotten physical exams and blood work done before we were able to start shooting the movie. I'm just so used to using one, I guess, that it's weird to not have to.

  "Yeah?" I ask.

  "I want to feel you," he breathes.

  Fuck, he doesn't have to tell me twice. I lube up with some spit. It's not the greatest, but with as much sex as we've been having, I think Chance can handle it. I position myself at his tight hole and slowly push in. I gasp as the head of my cock pushes past the tight muscles. That always feels so good. Once I'm completely inside of him, I go back to jerking him off while I fuck him. Every one of Chance's moans and cries just fuels my desire.

  Chance takes over jerking himself off, which works for me because now I can grab both his hips and slam into him. Chance braces one hand against the door so that he's not banging his head.

  "Oh fuck, baby don't stop," Chance cries.

  It feels so fucking good without a condom. The heat is incredible. I reach up and grab his shoulder, pumping into him harder.

  "Ahhh! Motherfucker!" he shouts as he comes, his body convulsing around me, sending me to my own end.

  I come inside of Chance for the first time without a condom and damn it is good. Chance collapses against the door, I collapse against his back. We're both shaking and sweaty. I slowly pull out. Chance grunts but doesn't move. I watch as my come starts seeping out of his hole. Fuck, that's hot. I take a finger and push it back in.

  "What are you doing?" Chance moans.

  "I want my come to stay in there." I chuckle.

  Chance starts laughing and that's it, we fall into a fit of hysterics. We're so tired that we're delirious. We're hanging on each other, barely keeping one another on our feet while we try and make our way down the hall to my bedroom. Fuck showers. We do a quick clean up with a washcloth, climb into my bed, and fall the fuck asleep once we're able to stop laughing.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chance

  We are finally getting a much needed break from filming. Our schedule has been grueling and Parker and I haven’t had two minutes alone where we weren’t too exhausted to do anything. This will only be our second time – if you don’t count his great-grandmother’s party - actually going out in public together, other than grabbing a quick coffee or breakfast before work. Parker suggested Club Masquerade because we can get away without being recognized.

  I follow Parker up the steps to this Club M place that he apparently frequents. He gave me the low down in the car on the way over. It has crazy rules – you have to wear a mask and no talking is permitted - and supposedly, you have to be a member to get in, so I am not completely sure how I am going to be able to walk right in. He also told me that his buddy, Calvin, owns it. Maybe he asked him to let me in as a favor. Who knows? They have different themes throughout the month, and tonight is LGBTQ night. I'm surprised that Parker wants to go tonight, with Calvin being the owner and some of the other workers knowing him, but he said that Calvin has the night off tonight and so does the girl who usually runs the front door. Besides, once our masks are in place, nobody should be able to recognize us.

  We sign in, get our nametags and texting devices, put our masks on, and head into the club. I'm shocked by what I see. The place is gorgeous. And packed. There are men dancing with men. Women dancing with women. Drag queens dancing with themselves. I take a moment to soak in the scene and I feel free. I can be whomever I want to be tonight; I can be myself, I don't have to hide my attraction and feelings for Parker. And I hope that he doesn't hide anything that he's feeling for me. Because after four months of being together, he has to be feeling something, especially if he's brought me here tonight.

  We start at the bar, getting a few drinks down before I text Parker. But instead of his usual, he orders two waters. He really is trying. The music is bumpin' and I am itching to dance. I can't help but dance in my seat. Pitbull starts singing about fireballs and I want someone else's set on me right now.

  HardAsSteele #666: I wanna dance!

  Parker reads his device screen then turns to me and nods. He finishes off his drink then slides off his stool. He holds out his hand to me, his lips curved up in a sexy smirk. I lift my eyes to his to find those baby blues sparkling with amusement and excitement as he waits for me. This is the Parker I've fallen in love with. This is the Parker that I want to always be around. Not the uptight fucker he is when we're in public…in hiding. I'm so damn tired of hiding. Shit, did I just say that I love him? I sigh inwardly. Too late now, can't do anything about it.

  I slip my hand into his strong, masculine, waiting hand and let him lead me onto the dance floor. Once we find a semi-empty spot toward the middle, I pull him against me and start moving to the music. Parker's hands grip my waist as we grind against each other, our thighs between each other's legs.

  Our eyes are locked on each other and I can see the desire rising in his eyes. I can also feel something else rising against my thigh. I shudder at just the thought of having his hard cock inside of me again. I find myself getting hard just thinking about it. My hands roam over his back and down to his ass where I give it a good squeeze. His lips part and his breath hitches. I'm hoping that sometime soon I can convince him to bottom. He doesn't know what he’s missing.

  The songs never end; one just blends right into the next one. I don't know how long we've been dancing, but I think it's been about five or so songs. Right now, I have my ass pressed against his rock hard dick. He has one hand grasping my stomach while the other is at my throat. His mouth is by my ear. He's breathing heavily and moaning every now and then. I'm clutching his hips to keep him against me so that I can torture him. Everyone else has faded away, and it feels like it’s just him and me on the dance floor. I want nothing more than to throw him down and take him right here.

  Suddenly, Parker spins me back around and I'm met with a ferocious kiss that has me clawing at his shirt for something to hold onto. His hands are holding my neck, just under my ears, so he has pretty much complete control over me. Fuck, I love it when he manhandles me. I slide my hands up his back to cling to the back of his shoulders. Our groins are pressed together so tightly that I can feel him pulsing through his jeans.

  We both moan and gasp for air between kisses. If h
e's trying to make my knees go weak, he's very close to succeeding. The emotion that is pouring out of him is palpable. He breathes my name against my lips, even though he's not supposed to talk.

  Before anything else can happen, I feel a vibration in Parker's pocket. He tears his mouth away from mine and frowns as he yanks his device out of his pocket. He's panting as he looks at the screen. I'm watching his face, so I see the exact moment when he pales. His head shoots up and starts whipping around as if he's looking for someone. I take a peek at the messenger to see what made him react like that.

  C-Dog #413: What. The. Fuck.

  Oh shit, someone he knows saw us. I look up just in time to see a very large, very angry black man stop next to us. Fuck, it's worse than I thought. It's Calvin. His eyes are blazing and his jaw is bulging as he works it back and forth. He quickly types something and both of our devices buzz. I look down to see...

  C-Dog #413: My office. NOW.

  I close my eyes. This is not going to go well. I glance over at Parker to see the easy laid-back man that was here a couple of minutes ago completely gone. In his place, the uptight fucker. Shit. This is going to suck.

  Parker

  Shitfuckshit! I hesitate for a moment before following Calvin toward his office. I don't even want to know what he saw. He probably saw most, if not everything that went on, on that dance floor. Chance's hand comes down on my shoulder from behind and squeezes. I tense under his touch for the first time in months. We've been...in a relationship...I guess you can say, for - almost four? five? - months now and this is the first time that we’re actually able to be affectionate in public. I thought Calvin was off. What is he doing here?

  We walk into Calvin's office. He slams the door shut behind us and rips off his mask. His angry eyes meet mine.

  "What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck did I walk in to see my ‘straight’ friend here on LGBTQ night, sucking face with another dude?" he growls demandingly.

  I push my mask up and so does Chance. I glance at him before lying right to one of my best friend's faces. "We were just rehearsing for an upcoming scene. Figured tonight would be a good night to do that."