He purses his lips and nods succinctly. The two of us continue our evening watching baseball, drinking beer, and eating a helluva good pulled-pork sandwich. The silence isn’t as comfortable as it usually is, but it’s my cross to bear. One I will willingly take on for what I believe is the greater outcome.
Back at the hotel, my cell rings, and I see “Peaches” on the display.
“Hey, baby, you’re done early tonight.” I grin and flop onto the bed in my underwear.
“Not really, it’s midnight here, but we did have a good day. With your chemistry tips, we were able to shoot all the sexy scenes the last few days. The director didn’t want to risk waiting.” She chuckles.
I clench down on my molars, not wanting the jealousy monster to claw its way to the surface, especially since I’m the one who gave her costar the tips he needed. Instead of asking for details, I change the subject. “That’s good. What are you filming next?”
“My action scenes! I’m super excited about them too. I’ve been taking krav maga training, which is helping give me a more realistic approach to my combat scenes.”
“And probably a killer workout too.” I imagine her body moving across the floor, punching mightily, getting all slicked up with sweat. A flicker of arousal glimmers at the edges of my subconscious as I attempt to focus on the conversation.
“Well, you’re not here, so I’ve got to burn off the restless energy somehow.” Skyler’s voice lowers to the sultry timbre I recognize as her bedroom voice.
Well, there goes the hold I had on my arousal. Time to kick it up a notch. I want to see my girl. I smile and click the “FaceTime” button on my phone. She accepts it pretty quick because, in mere seconds, I’m gifted with her pretty face and soulful brown eyes.
“Peaches, you are so beautiful.”
She smiles huge, which makes her more magnificent.
“Have I told you I like you today?” she responds.
I shake my head. “Nah, but I sure as fuck like you. A lot.” I waggle my eyebrows to get her giggling.
“Me too, honey.” I watch as she enters her kitchen. I can see the cabinets in the background and her movements telling me she’s opening the fridge.
Boo. I was hoping for some sexy FaceTime. Still, I’ll settle for conversation.
“What are you doing over there?” I ask, watching her move around her space.
“Haven’t had dinner yet.”
I frown. “I thought you usually got something with Rick.”
She crinkles her nose and pouts. “I spent all day kissing and touching him.”
Kill. Me. Now.
It doesn’t matter that Rick presented himself as a brother-type figure to Sky when I met him—I don’t want any man touching what’s mine. And Skyler is mine. I’m going to hold on to her with both hands and never let go.
Sky crinkles her nose and continues. “The last thing I want to do is have a meal with him. I mean, Rick’s cool, and the things you taught him are definitely helping, especially the chewing gum before a scene.” She runs a hand through her hair and blows on the loose bangs hanging over her forehead. “Thank you, by the way. No more onion breath.” She raises her hand as if she’s fist-bumping me.
I laugh and watch my girl as she sets about making herself a PB&J, one of her favorites. God, now that I have her in my life, I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have this. Her telling me about her day, looking absolutely tousled and gut-wrenchingly fantastic at the same time.
“What did you do tonight?” she asks, and this incredible feeling warms my body from the inside out. Being able to share with someone who cares what I was up to, how my day went, and whether I was happy or sad. It’s nice. Not a luxury I’ve ever had before.
“Visited a pub with Roy. Watched the game.”
“Oh yeah? Which teams?”
“Giants versus Brewers. Giants won.”
Her eyes light up. “Oh, that reminds me. I heard the Red Sox won today. One of the camera guys was talking about it. Bet that made you happy.”
Even at work she’s thinking of me, as I do about her. It’s amazing how thoughts of your significant other can weave into your day. Lately I find that there’s always something I want to tell her about or think she might find funny or interesting. Then again, knowing I have someone to vent to if I have a rough day or one of the guys pisses me off is a surprising blessing. The only thing better would be coming home each night to a warm bed with her in it.
“Peaches, do you like baseball?”
She shrugs and sets the phone down on the counter so I can see her upper body. She opens the peanut butter and slathers on a heaping serving. I’m glad to see she’s eating a bit more lately. In my opinion, she was far too slight. This man likes a little meat on his woman’s bones.
“I don’t not like baseball, or sports for that matter. My dad used to love baseball, so I know more about that sport than any other. I haven’t been to a live game, though. Maybe you can take me.”
Exactly what I was thinking. “Oh, baby, it’s a date. I’ll have Wendy check the Sox schedule and book us a couple of seats.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up at the prospect.
“Long as you can get away for a couple of nights, hell yeah.”
“I think I can manage it. The director feels like she owes you. I’ll use her words as my ‘get out of jail free’ card if needed.”
I chuckle at her savagery. “Good idea.”
She continues to make her sandwich as I think back to the meeting earlier today with Rochelle and Royce. It’s weighing on my mind, and I can’t shake the bad vibe I have.
“Honey . . . I can see something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?” Her concern is soothing, breaking through the tension nudging at my temples.
I bring her up to date on the meeting we had today and my concerns about Royce falling for the client.
“Park, you did exactly what you’re telling him not to do.” She smirks.
Letting out a deep breath, I nod. “Yeah, I know. Still, I have this gnawing sensation in my gut that if either one of them makes a play for the other, it’s not going to be pretty.”
Skyler takes a big bite of her sandwich and chews thoughtfully before swallowing and adding her two cents. “Royce is a big boy. He’s got to make his own mistakes. If this is indeed one of them. You have to let him choose his own path, and if it goes to hell, be there for him as his brother in life and partner in business.”
This woman blows me away. Her logic, compassionate soul—it all comes so effortlessly with her. “You’re so wise. Must be why I’m falling for you.” And I realize what I’ve admitted.
My girl licks her lips and sets down her sandwich before picking up the phone, bringing it closer so I can see more details of her face. “Now why did you have to go and say something so freakin’ sweet when I can’t be there to show you my response properly?” She pouts.
I laugh, so damn thankful she didn’t backtrack or slow down where this is moving. Not wanting to make too much of it, yet eager to hear what she’d do if I were there, I smile and ask, “Oh, and what would your response be?”
Her face lights up with joy, and the sensation of relief turns into a simmering excitement, anticipation of all this woman could bring to my future settling nicely in my heart.
“To tell you I feel the same, and I’m falling for you too.” She cocks an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?” I grin ear to ear. This is a major step for me, for us. Not a scenario I ever thought I’d be in after the shit show with Kayla back in college. Skyler and I may have jumped into the sack lightning fast, but we’ve taken our time getting to know each other these past months. It feels good to admit she’s more to me than any other woman from my past.
“Yeah,” she murmurs sweetly, and I wish with my whole being I could be there to kiss her lips and make slow, passionate love to her, sealing this new phase in our relationship.
“What would you do afterward?” I prompt, trying to g
et her to play along.
She taps at her lips. “After? Hmm . . . I’d likely jump your bones.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to hold back the wide grin her words bring. “Let’s speed forward to the part where you jump my bones. How exactly would you go about doing such a thing?”
Skyler glances off to the side, taps at her beautiful pink lips again as if she’s deep in thought about the best way to achieve her desired outcome. “I’d start by straddling your lap.”
“Mmm. Good start. And . . .”
“I’d get really close to your face, hands on your shoulders.”
My dick perks up at the visual she presents in my mind. Having her soft naked body in my lap, rubbing against my hardening erection. I’d run my hands up her back and down the silky skin of her arms. That simple touch would have her nipples hardening, and she would arch forward to offer me a succulent pink tip.
I suck in a harsh breath and run my hand down the bricks of my abdomen toward my dick. “Would I have clothes on or off?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “Could be either. I’d take you how you came.”
“How I come . . . this gets better and better,” I snicker, even though my boxer briefs suddenly feel an entire size too small over my rapidly growing erection.
Sky rolls her eyes.
“Then what? Baby, don’t leave me hanging.” I run a hand over the stiff ridge of my shaft and give it a firm squeeze.
She crinkles her nose in the cute way I’ve come to adore. “No, you’re going to make fun of me.”
I shake my head avidly. “No, Peaches, baby, I won’t make fun of you. Tell me,” I urge, lust filling my tone, the heat of my arousal suffusing my skin.
Skyler licks her lips and sets the phone down and away so I can see her body. She’s wearing one of her tanks, but I can see the erect tips through the thin cotton.
In a second flat, she reaches down for the hem of her tank and whips it over her head, leaving her upper body completely bared to me.
“Fuck!”
I grip my dick harder than before, pleasure spiking from my pelvis and out.
Skyler runs her hands up her belly to her pillowy mounds. Her breasts are perfection. I could look at a hundred Playboy bunny photos and not find a more fantastic pair of tits. They are a full C cup, and the right size for my hands. Her nipples and areolae are the palest pink. Sky cups her breasts as I stare at the magic before me.
Her wicked grin proves she knows what she’s doing to me. I jerk my length once in response and let a groan slip past my lips.
“Do you have a hand wrapped around your cock yet?” she teases.
“You know I do.” My voice is rough, like I swallowed a box of jagged rocks.
One of her eyebrows rises. “Show me yours. I showed you mine.”
“Oh, you want to play that game, huh?”
Instead of speaking, she nods. I shimmy my hips and, with one hand, rid myself of my underwear. Then I wrap one hand around my eager length once more. With the other hand, I point the phone down my body, so she can see my dick standing at attention. All for her.
“Jesus, honey. You’re so hard you could drive nails into the wall with that thing.”
I turn the phone to look at her once more. She’s cupping her breasts with both hands, her thumbs swiping back and forth along the tight nipples, which I’d like to wrap my lips around and tug with my teeth.
“Pinch them hard, baby. Enough to hurt a little, like I would if I were there. See if you can make yourself come from just playing with your tits, imagining it’s me doing the playing.”
She moans and closes her eyes but continues to do what I’ve asked. “Are you stroking yourself?”
“Fuck yeah. Watching you touch yourself . . . God, I wish I were there. I’d suck each tip so hard, baby. Until it burned and you cried out for more!”
She drops her head back, her hair falling down behind her. God, I love that look the best. When she’s succumbing to the moment, to her passion. My mouth waters at the sight of her tugging at her pretty flesh.
“That’s it, tweak those little tips for me. Do you like plucking your pretty titties while I watch and jack my dick? Hmm?” I arch my hips into my hand, imagining I’m sinking my cock into her wet heat . . . no, between those soft-as-fuck breasts.
A shiver of excitement ripples up my spine, and I arch into the pleasurable sensation. “You know what I’d do if I were there right now?” I continue.
She shakes her head. “Tell me . . .” It comes out as a whimper.
Her nipples and areolae are dark, a deep crimson. “I’d lay you down on the kitchen floor . . .”
“Yeah,” she moans, her lips falling open as she gasps for air. The sound ping-pongs through my chest, making me feel alive, warm, my body tightening, knowing what those little puffs of air and moans mean.
My balls ache, feeling full and heavy, ready to blow. I grind my teeth, and a fine sheen of sweat mists along my hairline, torso, and abdomen as I stave off my pending orgasm for a little bit longer.
“I’d straddle your chest, wedge my hard fat cock between those perfect tits . . .”
“Oh my God, Parker . . .” She gasps and licks her lips, fingers still moving over her breasts in a whirl of motion.
“And I’d press those babies together tight around my dick. Then I’d fuck your tits, allowing the wetness at my tip to graze your lips, and you could suck the head.” The visual alone causes tremors to erupt all through my body. “Jesus! You make me so hard . . .” I moan and thrust faster into my firm grip.
“Parker . . . ,” Skyler croons, and rapid gasps leave her mouth as her body jerks.
Watching her go off from hearing my voice and playing with her breasts sends me over the edge. I cup my balls and thrust up into my hand one, two, three times until I’m gone. Shooting straight into bliss. “Sky . . . baby!” I cry out as my release coats my hand and abs in a sticky mess.
Both of us spend a minute or two coming back to ourselves, our breathing labored as if we’ve been running and are now trying to catch our breath.
When I open my eyes, Skyler is leaning on the counter, her head down, hair falling in waves around her face. “Wow. Remind me to FaceTime you more often.” She smirks. Her cheeks are a lovely pink, and the rest of her has a healthy glow I love seeing on her skin.
“That will not be a problem.” I laugh and stretch the rest of my body, letting the pleasure twist around every ounce of my being for a few more blessed moments.
“I wish you were here,” she admits before I can say the same damn thing. She swallows and dips down behind the counter, I assume to grab her tank. “How long do you think you’ll be in San Francisco?”
I sigh, letting all the air out of my lungs before sucking in another weighted breath. “Not sure. Depends on how quickly we can set up the client with a pool of prospective men we’ve vetted.”
“Assuming Royce is not leading the pack.” She grins and tugs on her tank, her beautiful body covered once more.
I pout at the missing visual and at the comment. “Not funny, Peaches.”
She tips her head. “I don’t know. I found it kind of funny, pretty boy!”
“Well, as much as I’d like to talk to you all night . . . I’ve got quite the mess to take care of here.”
Her eyes heat up with a renewed lust. “If you were here, I’d take care of that for you. Actually, you wouldn’t have had a mess at all. Think about that and see how long it takes you to make it home.” She winks at me, picks up her sandwich, and takes a bite, chewing while gloating.
“You are bad.”
“You like bad. As a matter of fact, I believe you said you were falling for bad.” She gifts me a smug smile.
“I am. Get some rest, eh?”
“Okay, honey. You too. Talk to you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Dream of me.” And then she blows me a peanut butter kiss before ending the call.
I shake my head and get u
p to head to the bathroom.
Dream of her.
With a body like hers, a face angels would sing to, and she comes like a goddess . . . it’s safe to say Skyler is always in my dreams.
3
“Ms. Renner, good morning.” I hold out my hand to our client.
She barely nods at me while shaking my hand before taking both of Royce’s between hers. “And good morning to you, handsome.” Rochelle smiles at Royce.
He grins wide, looks her up and down, and pours on the charm with a “You’re looking lovely this morning, Chellie.”
I nudge his shoulder . . . hard.
He clears his throat, and the smile slides off his face. “I mean, Ms. Renner.”
Her lips quirk, and she murmurs an “Mm-hmm” as she walks around her desk and sits in her chair.
Both Royce and I take a seat across from her.
“I’ve cleared the morning for the two of you so we can get right to business, or should I say play?” She leans back in her chair, the red of her silk blouse popping against the supple-looking leather. Her hair is flat ironed into a sleek, glossy sheet, parted down the center, leaving the longer lengths to fall prettily over her shoulders. There is no denying Rochelle Renner is a stunning woman.
Royce removes the first set of folders we have to show her. He stands, moves around the desk to her side, and lays one of them out and hands me my copy.
“First and foremost, we connected with the biggest online dating/relationship site, I-Bliss. For a fee, we were able to work with them to secure their top ten suggestions for men who fit the criteria we set. We have since contacted all of them, and eight are interested.”
Instead of keeping her distance, Rochelle places her hand on Roy’s forearm and cocks one perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Is that so? Eight?”
“Indeed, it is. You’re a very desirable woman.” Royce’s voice flows into a deep rumble that sounds like Barry White reincarnated. I want to lash out, but instead I dig deep and keep my shit in check, trying to remember that Royce is his own man, and as Sky recommended, he can make his own choices.
I do, however, jump into the fray before things get more complicated. “Ms. Renner, aside from the eight prospects we’ve secured, we have also contacted our long-standing matchmaker. She has reviewed your criteria and was able to locate five additional prospects.”
San Francisco (International Guy Book 5) Page 3