Then my lips are on hers and everything else is fading away.
She tastes so fucking good.
I spread her legs and bring her body onto mine.
She shudders as my tip strains against her.
One delicious inch at a time, I enter her.
We both sigh loudly enough to get the sound echoing around the room. This is where we belong. Together. As one. Holding each other up. Helping each other face the world.
She tugs at my hair as she kisses back.
She rakes her nails across my back.
She arches her hips, moving with me, pushing me deeper.
She groans against my lips.
I get lost in the movements of her body. In the sounds of her pleasure. In the feeling of driving into her.
Being one with her.
We stay locked like that until she's there. She breaks our kiss to stare into my eyes.
Then her eyelids flutter together.
Her lips part with a sigh of pleasure.
And she moans my name again and again as she comes.
Fuck, I love the way she pulses around me. The way she sighs with ecstasy. The way she digs her nails into my skin.
Watching her come pushes me over the edge. A few more thrusts and I'm there. I groan her name, tugging at her hair as I rock through my orgasm.
I wait until I've spilled every drop to untangle our bodies.
I shift next to her, on one elbow. It's cozy, both of us on the couch, a sticky mess, but it's perfect.
She looks up at me with all the love in the world. "You got my office messy."
My lips curl into a smile. "I'll have it cleaned."
She traces the lines of my tattoo. "You promise?"
"I promise everything."
Epilogue
Lacey
I pull my arms over my chest and dig my fingers into my thin sweater. There are two dozen people staring at me, waiting for my response. We don't have the light for the shot. We need to figure out an alternate plan. And we need to do it now, because there are only another fifteen minutes of sunset left.
This is the last shot.
Then we're done.
Then I can get home and collapse so that maybe I'll be alert when Mal gets in at some ungodly hour of the morning.
The chilly air isn't going to delay that.
I suck a deep breath through my nose and hug myself a little tighter. Okay. That's it.
I nod to the lighting guy and point to the flat rock behind Logan. "Let's put the light in front of him. We can get this fast."
"You sure?" He shoots back an incredulous look. "Doesn't look stable."
"We'll tie it down. But do it fast, so we don't have to rework everything for night," I say.
He nods sure thing. He's annoyed, but he still follows my commands.
It's not like when I was Danielle's assistant.
Everyone on this set, even notorious playboy flirt Logan Kingston, respects me.
Actually, Logan might respect me the most of anyone. He's been lobbying to get me to return to shoot this video for ages. He always teases that it's a) because I'm hot and b) because it vexes Mal, but we both know that isn't true.
Well, he might find me hot, but he's a loyal guy. He'd never try to get between me and Mal.
Not that he could.
For a second, the pang in my chest pushes away the goose bumps spreading over my arms. I miss Mal. It's been two weeks now. It sounds so doable, two weeks apart, then a few days together, then another two weeks apart, but by day five, I'm miserable.
By day thirteen, I'm a wreck.
Even when I stay busy with work—and I almost always do. I've become quite the in-demand director. No doubt, a lot of it is nepotism.
I don't care.
I ace every shoot I'm on.
So what if I got the job because I'm the girlfriend of a respected rock star?
I still earn the job.
Damn, now I'm thinking about Mal.
This is it.
The end of the tour.
We get another few months together.
And I'm going to savor every fucking minute of them.
As soon as I finish this damn video.
Logan waves from his spot on the edge of the cliff. He blows me a kiss. "Offer stands, you know."
"I do know."
"Just sleep, Lacey. What kind of man do you take me for?" He feigns offense.
"Does that line work?"
"You think I need lines?" He motions to his face as if to say not when I'm this beautiful.
He is incredibly attractive with the light eyes and the chiseled jaw and the arms covered in tattoos.
He's no Mal, but he's hot.
And he's incredibly game. I've asked him to do a number of far too dangerous things today. The video is a simple concept—he's alone in the gorgeous, sandy Malibu Canyon mountains, singing his heart out—but it's visually breathtaking. Especially when he looks like he's about to fall off a cliff.
The lighting guy shoots me a thumbs-up. It's perfect. Just light enough for us to make this work.
I issue a command to the camera operator and order everyone else to stand down.
Then I nod to Logan.
And we're rolling.
And he's going for it.
And I'm lost in the shot.
Ten takes and five minutes later, we have it.
We're done.
Well, there's still a ton of teardown, but that is now below my pay grade. I'm one of the important people.
I spend a few minutes offering high-fives and good-jobs. I'm about to pick up a reflector when a deep voice stops me.
"Baby, you're shivering."
But he's…
He's not supposed to get in until three.
I turn around.
That's really Mal. He's really standing in front of me. Those are his broad shoulders, and his blue eyes, and his strong arms. And there's that tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt, the one he got for me.
He's smiling ear to ear.
He looks as happy as I feel.
Words fail me. All I can do is move forward. I press my palm against his chest. His t-shirt is soft. And he's hard and warm.
And he's really here.
"I thought your flight was delayed," I mumble.
He wraps his arms around me. "I found another."
"I missed you so badly." God, his arms feel like heaven. And he smells good. And he's warm. And he's here.
"I missed you too." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
He tastes good, like green tea and honey and Mal. Like he's mine. No, he is mine. Now, he really is mine.
"I have a surprise for you," he murmurs. "Logan told me a car picked you up."
"If by car you mean him."
"Did he flirt?"
"He's Logan."
"Do I need to kill him?"
"Only if you're jealous he's a bigger star."
Mal smiles. "No, only if you like him more."
"Impossible."
He takes my hand and nods to the road where all the cars are parked. "Then let's go."
"Business first."
He feigns offense, but only for a second. Then he's back to that wide smile.
I check that everything is ready, I put in my goodbyes, and I follow Mal to his car.
It's torture keeping my hands off Mal as we drive down Pacific Coast Highway. Though off is a relative term.
I squeeze his hand.
I hug his arm.
I drag my fingertips over his wrist and forearm.
Every time we stop at a light, I pull him into a soft, slow kiss. His lips make me warm in a way nothing else does.
They make me feel whole in a way nothing else does.
I've lost sense of time since I quit working with Danielle. That's one of the downsides of not having a straight job, not that assistant to a music video director was ever a straight job. Not really.
It's been about six months now, and every
single one of them has been amazing. Every day with Mal is amazing, even the shitty ones. Even when we're apart. Even when we fight.
Deep down, I know he's mine.
That eclipses everything else.
Okay, it's not like my life is suddenly void of problems. It's more that I'm satisfied in a way I've never been satisfied before.
Mal takes the exit for the California incline.
Huh?
"Are you taking the ten to the 405?" I ask.
He shakes his head.
"Are you taking streets all the way to my place?"
"No."
"To your place?"
He shrugs.
"It's going to take three hours to take streets to Huntington Beach."
"It would, yeah."
"Malcolm Strong!" I squeeze his hand. "Explain."
"Good things come to those who wait."
"I've waited two weeks to see you."
His smile widens as he glances at me. "I know. This first. Then I'll fuck your brains out."
My smile spreads to my ears. What can I say? I'm no longer shy about how much I want sex. And certainly not when it's sex with the man I love, our bodies joining as one, our groans vibrating down each other's necks.
Fuck, now I'm getting distracted.
Mal doesn't turn towards the freeway. He turns left on Ocean, then right on Montana.
No…
This is the residential part of Santa Monica. It's all rows and rows of obscenely expensive houses. Montana itself is flush with stores and restaurants, but everything a few blocks north and south of it is those beautiful homes.
The only reason to take this street is to go to one of those homes.
But, we…
Could he really?
I look up at Mal. He's still smiling wide. His blue eyes are bright. Mischievous, even. It's a rare look on him. And it's incredibly inviting.
I want to swim in his eyes. I want to soak in all the joy in his expression forever.
He turns left onto one of the side streets.
We go two blocks, then we slow.
We park.
We park in front an enormous, beautiful blue-and-white house.
I stare at Mal as he turns the car off and undoes his seat belt. He keeps smiling wide.
He keeps that mischievous look in his eyes.
I undo my seatbelt. "Mal, are you…"
"You want me to open your door for you?" He chuckles.
"No, I…" I reach for the door and press it open. "Are we…"
He gets out of the car.
I do too.
He doesn't make a move for the trunk. His suitcase must be in there. If this is what I think it is…
Or maybe he stopped home first.
He does smell suspiciously like soap and shampoo.
"I almost forgot how much I love it when you're wrecked with anticipation." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls my body into his.
"No you didn't." I stare back into his eyes. "You remember it perfectly. You were probably thinking of it the whole twelve-hour flight here."
He brushes a stray hair from in front of my eyes. "Probably."
"You're evil."
"I know." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
Mmmm. I need to keep touching him. I need to get him naked. I need him. Period. "No more talking. Sex now."
He laughs. "Don't I deserve to be seduced?"
"Sex now, please, sir," I tease.
He smiles. "This first."
It's not like I'm about to have sex in this beautiful house's driveway. Whatever this is, it should come first.
I nod an okay.
And I take Mal's hand.
And he leads me up the path.
He slides a key into the door.
Pushes it open. "After you."
I step inside.
Fuck. It's beautiful. All hardwood floors. White walls. The foyer opens into an expansive living room. To the left, there are stairs, then the dining room/kitchen combo.
Sliding glass doors lead to a beautiful backyard. With a pool.
A pool.
"Mal…" I step forward. Somehow, I manage to walk. This place is beautiful. And it's huge. As huge as his place.
Or… this must be…
"Explain," I demand.
He wraps his arms around me. "You sure? That look in your eyes is addicting."
"Which one?"
"The wonder. Like you can't believe your luck."
"I can't." This place is beautiful, like a dream, and there's a whole upstairs too. I turn back to Mal. "Is this ours?"
"Yeah." He runs his fingertips over my cheek. "According to the bank, it's mine. But as far as I'm concerned, it's ours. And one day…"
"When we get married—"
He laughs. "Yeah, then, according to the bank and the state, it will be ours."
"You're laughing because I have no game?"
"You know I love it." His smile widens. "I love you so much, baby."
"I love you too."
"When I'm not on the road, I want to be around you all the time. I get it if you aren't ready. If you want to stay in your place in Long Beach—"
"No." I shake my head. "I'm ready. And it's amazing."
"It's farther to the beach than my dad's place."
"Only by a few blocks." Wait. The bank? "Mal, did you really buy this place?"
"Yeah. It's time. To be with you. To not live at the Huntington Beach place anymore. There are too many memories. Good ones, but—"
"Bad ones too."
He nods. "Dad won't admit it, but he can't stand it anymore. Not without Mom. Not that he's there a lot, but I figured it was time to sell it."
"That's a big step."
"Yeah."
"Are you ready?"
"Maybe." He runs his fingers through my hair. "I'll get there."
I know he will.
"I don't know if I'll ever get used to the world existing without Mom, but I'm not holding on to what could have happened. I have a lot of love in my life. I'm lucky." His voice is sweet. Soft. "And I have you. That makes me the luckiest guy in the fucking universe."
"Mal…" I rise to my tiptoes to kiss him.
"I want you forever, Lacey. Living with you is just the first step."
I want him forever too.
But first, I want him right now.
I slide my hand under his t-shirt and I kiss him hard.
And I make sure we properly christen the place as ours.
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Ethan
Except for the low hum of the fan, the apartment is silent.
Vi must be asleep.
It's nearly four a.m. Of course she's asleep.
Even though my entire body is begging me to wake her, I stay quiet as I make my way to our bedroom.
She's lying on top of the black comforter, in some gorgeous see through bra and panty set. Her kindle is resting on her chest. Her eyes and lips are dark with makeup.
It's not exactly unusual seeing Violet asleep in a full face of makeup, but this—
She was waiting up for me.
My chest warms. I'm so fucking lucky to have her. I need to have her right away. Well, as soon as she's awake.
I can wait until morning to fuck her.
But I can't wait another fucking minute to get my a
rms around her. I strip to my boxers then I climb into bed behind Violet.
She stirs. Her lips part with a soft sigh.
"Ethan," she murmurs. "Is that you?"
"Yeah." I place my body behind hers, my crotch against her ass, my chest against her back. "Go back to sleep, honey."
She shakes her head and nestles into my body.
Fuck, she feels good. Warm. Soft. Mine.
"I should shower." It's an empty threat. There isn't a single part of me that wants to be somewhere else.
"No." She reaches back to grab my wrist then she's pulling my hand over her waist. "You should stay here. Forever."
"Forever?"
"Mhmm."
"What about breakfast?"
"Overrated."
"What if I'm going to make you a dozen matcha lattes?"
"Hmmm." Her voice is a soft mumble. She's still half asleep. "Maybe for two dozen-"
I pull her closer. "That can be arranged."
She murmurs a yes. Her chest rises with her inhale and falls with her exhale. Her eyelids stay pressed together.
Fuck, it's adorable watching her try to stay awake.
"I…" She talks through a yawn. "I was waiting up."
I trace the outline of her sheer black bra. "I can see that."
"Oh. Yeah. It's new. I, um… Do you like it?" She turns so we're face to face. There's a nervousness in her eyes.
It's hard to believe that Vi gets nervous about anyone's opinion, especially mine, especially after all this time. We've been living together a year now.
We've been engaged for months.
Fuck, we're getting married in three fucking days.
And she's nervous I won't like the scraps of fabric barely covering her tits and ass.
God damn, I can't stop staring. The sheer fabric does nothing to hide her hard nipples. And there's this corset lacing between her breasts.
My fingers tug the lacing undone. "I fucking love it." I can't help myself. I push the straps off her shoulders one at a time. "But I still need to get rid of it."
Okay, I can't wait to have her.
Not another fucking minute.
"Ethan…" She arches her back, pressing her crotch against mine.
Fuck, those panties are just as sheer. They have that same lacing going over her hip.
There's barely any fabric between my cock and her cunt.
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