I roll my eyes when Josh watches Riley walk past him and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. “Damn,” he whispers.
I feel almost territorial. I don’t want him looking at her like that. “Not gonna happen.”
Josh shows us to our rooms. Riley’s is conveniently next to his room. “This is the room my mother stays in when she visits, I hope you’ll find it comfortable.”
“It’s perfect, thank you.” Riley steps in the room and lets her bag drop on the floor. I smile, thinking for a moment, she must be tempted to run over and jump on the giant king sized bed.
“Weston, yours is down there.” Josh points down the hallway. “Third on the right.”
“How many rooms do you have?” Riley asks.
“Five.” Josh leans against the doorjamb. “Mine is next door if you need anything.”
“I’ll take note, thanks.” Riley smirks and crosses her arms on her chest. “What are the plans for tonight, boys?”
Josh and I grin at the same time, probably thinking the exact same thing. “Party tonight. We’re celebrating Weston’s position at Montedesco.”
“Sounds great. I should have brought Addy with me.”
“Addy?” Josh asks.
“Riley, don’t get him going. He’s already left a trail of drool from you.”
Josh laughs, but remains cool.
Riley doesn’t blush, and it surprises me. That woman loves the attention…she just happens to be the biggest flirt on the planet.
“I’d like to go shopping then, for something to wear.”
“I’ll take you,” I say, surprising myself. I hate shopping.
Riley shakes her head. “I’ll be fine. I’m sure you two have lots of stuff to talk about anyway.”
Josh stands up straight. “I’ll let Trevor know you’ll be going out. He’ll take you wherever you need to go.”
“Trevor?”
“The man who drove you here.”
“Oh, right. Awesome. Okay, I’ll be ready in five.”
Josh leaves to make a few calls, and I wander down to my room, setting my luggage down on the equally large bed.
I hear Riley talking from her room, she giggles quietly and tells whoever she’s talking to that she loves them. Must be her husband. I sigh and unzip my bag.
***
Leah
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Weston Casey. He flipped my world on its ass in less than thirty seconds…and all he did was touch my hand and whisper in my ear. He would probably give me a heart attack if he did anything else to me. Lord knows my heart was racing fast enough that I thought it just might implode inside my chest.
Just thinking about it is starting to make me pant. I close my eyes and push my head harder into the pillow. I’m like a sexually frustrated teenager, for crying out loud. I have guys approach me all the time, especially since I’ve become a recognizable face. But, they’re just…blah.
Weston is like the Fourth of July. During a thunderstorm, tornado, hurricane and tsunami. He’s one of a kind, I would stake my life on it. He just seems so...so…unattainable. He’s got some wall up, and I don’t think there is a way over or around it.
My ringing cellphone pulls me from my misery.
“Hey Neil.”
“Hey girl, did Lucas call you?”
“No, what’s up?”
“Good Morning New York wants to do an interview, we’re going back to the Big Apple.”
“Shit,” I whisper.
***
Weston
When I walked into the great room after my shower, Riley was sitting on one of Josh’s huge leather couches with her arms crossed, glaring at me.
“Hello, Weston.”
“Riley,” I said, nodding at her, wondering what was up. “How was shopping?”
“Expensive.”
“Good.” I smile. “Care to model anything for me later?”
“You wish.”
I walk toward her and stand near the coffee table. “What’s with the glare?”
“I need you to promise me something.”
Well, she’s already got my interest, now I’m extremely curious. “Let’s hear it.”
“Leah’s coming back to New York.”
My chest tightens.
“Her break was cut short, they’re doing an interview on Good Morning New York. So I need you to promise me that you’ll behave.”
“Behave? Are we going to the show or something?”
“No. Leah’s coming to Josh’s party tonight. I already asked him.”
I swallow and close my eyes. I don’t want her here. It’s bad enough I have to witness Josh salivating over Riley. “I make no promises.”
“I figured you would say that. So I just want you tell you one thing. If you hurt her, if you even think about hurting her…I will remove everything in your pants with a letter opener. I don’t want you to use her like Sara.”
Shit. I don’t even know what to say. “Listen, Riley…I…fuck. Let’s just enjoy the party, okay?”
“Okay.”
***
Josh’s party started off without a hitch. The penthouse filled to over capacity, and I met and shook hands with almost every employee at Montedesco Properties.
Riley charmed the multitude, naturally, and was even offered my job after Josh heard about how successful she’s been in Wyoming and her previous career in Maine.
“I’d kick Casey out in a heartbeat to have you under me, Riley.” Josh grinned before sipping his wine.
“Careful, Josh, she’s got claws.” I warn.
“Freshly sharpened, too,” Riley says cleverly. “Excuse me for a sec.” She smiled and pulled her phone out of her pocket.
I almost leaned in to hear her conversation.
“I’ll come down and meet you.” Riley said.
Leah’s here.
I hastily made my way to the nearest bathroom, fixed my hair, told myself in the mirror that I was not going to have heart failure when I saw her, and cautiously went back out to face my fear.
I should have asked if there was a defibrillator around.
Leah walked into Josh’s apartment, wearing a silver lacy dress that was at least six inches above her knees. It covered her chest, but when she turned as Josh went to greet her, she revealed a bare back and I felt weak in the knees. Her dark hair was cascading over her left shoulder, in long curled tendrils, and her legs ended beautifully with her feet in red fuck-me heels.
I hope Josh invited a doctor. I’m gonna need one of those too.
Riley’s phone rang and she smiled when she looked at it. “It’s Alex,” she mouthed, and Leah smiled and said something to her.
Josh led Leah over to the bar and put his hand on her lower back when he stood and watched her eye the numerous bottles of alcohol.
I start walking over, ready to tear his limb from his body and beat him with it. Just as I reach them, before I bang on my chest and declare Leah all mine, a woman grabs Josh’s attention and he takes his hand off Leah’s back.
I cool down—a tad.
The woman flirts with Josh, and he turns his back on Leah. She orders a drink and the bartender makes it for her.
“Can I ask you something?” I whisper when I walk up behind her, placing my hand on her hip and my lips against her ear.
I feel her body tense and she turns her head slightly. “What would that be?”
“Did you wear those shoes because you wanted them up over my shoulders?”
“Maybe,” Leah breathed.
I almost threw her over my shoulder and carried her off. Instead, I took her hand and pulled her away from the bar, her untasted drink, Riley and everyone else at the party.
Fuck the good girl. There was a bad girl in there, dying to get out. And I’ll be damn sure I’m going to help with her unveiling.
I fling open the door to my bedroom, and whirl her in. Keeping my grasp on her, I slam the door and lock it. Not chancing anyone coming in.
Leah slightl
y stumbles on the floor, and giggles sweetly. “I didn’t even get my drink.”
“Forget the drink, baby. You’re gonna want to lay down for this.”
All the pent up excitement, anguish, and lust-filled burning that has been aching in my gut since I saw her, is overflowing and about to fill the room. I rush her and take her face in my hands, my mouth greedily—and finally—taking those full lips without asking.
Leah’s hands leave her sides and grip my biceps, she softly moans into my mouth and I almost lose it right there. She wants this just as badly as I do.
My lips leave hers just as a gasp escapes her mouth, and I rain down kisses and bites on her jaw and neck. She tastes even better than she smells—if it’s even possible. Her chest rises and falls rapidly and I realize that my breathing is just as loud and erratic as hers when I feel my lungs burning in need of a full breath.
“Fuck,” I growl. “You’re so sweet.”
“You’re okay too…I guess.” Leah smirks while her hands run underneath my t-shirt and run along my hips.
“You’re not helping yourself at all, ma’am…”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Casey...” Leah takes her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Oh no, baby. That’s mine.” I lean in and suck her lip, pulling it into my own teeth.
Her dress falls to the floor with one swift tug, and she stands before me wearing nothing but black lace panties and a far too innocent smile.
“Keep the shoes on.”
***
Leah
This is happening. This is really happening. Someone please tell me I’m not hallucinating this.
Weston pulls his shirt over his head and I nearly collapse on the spot. My knees are weak enough, and it’s taken all of my bravery just to come here in the first place.
He looks at me, his eyes stormy and wicked, and I know I’m in for all kinds of trouble. The best kind of trouble. Riley, girl, I can’t wait to find out what hours feels like.
Weston picks me up and presses his lips against my chest, lifting me up off the floor. He’s so strong, and I melt into his touch. His lips are soft and commanding. His tongue darts out and slowly laps my skin, around each breast and down my stomach.
He gently places me on the bed and stands at the edge, holding my feet in his hands. He pulls one up, and licks along the side of my foot—right along the seam of my shoe.
“Oh, please,” I whimper.
His eyes flare, and he rakes his hand through his hair, messing it with his fingers. My eyes dart to his tattoo…well, hello there.
Climbing up the bed, Weston towers over me and my hands rush up to this arms, caressing the bulging biceps. My fingers skimming over the inked words on the inside of his arm.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you,” Weston breathes, his words hot like his breath in my skin. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Please, make love to me,” I beg, my body lifting off the bed, trying to meet his.
“Leah, I’m trying to be slow. I want to…oh, shit.” He growls and kisses me again, hard and overpowering. My lungs scream out for air, but they’re getting nothing. Anything I’ve got now, is all his.
I didn’t even notice he took off his pants. Breaking our kiss, he kneels back and edges off the bed. I almost start to pout. Where is he going?
Within a second he’s back—with a condom.
I watch as he rolls, and expertly no less, it over his massive length. My eyes wide and my lips parted as I watch him intently.
He lets out a small snicker when he catches me staring. I give him a sweet and small shrug, and then he’s on me again, holding himself up with his hands on either side of my head.
“You have the sweetest lips, Leah.”
I don’t do anything but smile.
“I bet you taste just as good everywhere else.”
My nostrils flare and a gleam of desire flickers across his glistening eyes.
Gently, Weston kisses me again, then lowers his body as his mouth travels down mine. Taking each breast in his mouth, one at a time, sucking and biting.
“Ah!” I gasp.
His teeth graze the top of my underwear, and I’m almost ready to convulse. Pushing my hips up, begging him to keep going. “Mmm, baby, you’re so eager.”
“Only for you,” I whisper and let my fingers curl into his locks of hair.
“Good girl.”
The tearing sound of fabric, tightens my grip on his hair. He’s ripped off my panties. His hot breath blasts down on my tender flesh, and I shiver at the contact.
The moment his tongue touches me, I cry out.
“I was right, even sweeter.”
That was it, I lost it right there.
“Oh, God! Ahh!” I screamed out, my hands leaving his head to claw the sheets beneath me. My head pushed back so far into the mattress I might have left a permanent indent. My back arches and my mouth falls open as the ripples rush through my body and I whimper over and over from the shattering orgasm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Weston
My mind is still reeling from what just happened. I knelt there, looking up at her body reacting to one single touch from my tongue, as it was sent spiraling out of control.
It only fueled my hunger for her more.
When Leah’s body finally rested back down on the bed, her eyes were still closed, but a smile whispered in the corner of her mouth.
I climbed up, pushed her legs apart and took the moment. I pushed into her, and her eyes flew open.
“Ah!” She gasped for air. “Fuck!”
She clamped down around me and I willed myself not to let go at that second. I pulled back and drove in once more.
“Again,” she cried. “Harder!”
“You’re beautiful,” I said, not able to find any other words.
Leah moaned and cried out, like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Her sounds were passionate, deep, and heady. She pulled me into a kiss, and let her tongue tangle with mine.
I felt the build, I knew it was coming and that I couldn’t last much longer. Breaking our kiss, I pushed myself up and knelt back on my heels, pulling her feet up onto my shoulders.
If she was wearing fuck-me heels, well then I was going to damn sure honor their title.
The angle of her body pulled against me, and tightened the sensation. “Shit,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”
I ran my fingers up and down her soft skin, turning my head to kiss her calf and slowly bite her ankle.
“Baby! I’m…I’m…” Leah cried.
I was there too. Our bodies let go at that moment, and I felt a thousand lightning bolts strike me instantly. My mind spun while my breath tried to slow my racing heart.
“Never,” I breathed, heavily. “Never...so good.”
Leah didn’t say anything, she just held her heaving chest and tried to slow her own breathing.
I let her legs fall gently back to the bed, and I leaned over her once more, my erection still hard and inside her.
“Kiss me,” she commanded softly.
“Yes, ma’am.” I licked her bottom lip with my tongue, tasting her again, never wanting to forget just how delicious she really was.
“That was…I’ve never…wow…”
“Me too.” I smile as I kiss the corner of her soft mouth.
“No, I mean. I’ve never…had…”
I look down at her. She’s got to be kidding me. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
Leah blushes and covers her face with her hands. “Not by sex.”
I’m flabbergasted. “You’re shitting me. Well, baby, I hope you’re ready for another one.”
***
Leah
It was 2:44 AM. The partying was still alive and vibrant on the other side of the door. I was sure Riley had sent me a thousand text messages when she noticed that I had disappeared.
I have to be in Times Square Studios in less than three hours. I look over at the sleeping phenom
enon beside me.
Oh, he’s so worth it.
Weston breathes quietly in his sleep, with one heavy arm possessively thrown over my chest. I watch him, stealing the moment to really take all of him in.
He’s quite beautiful.
He’s slightly tanned. His deep brown hair has tiny strands of copper throughout it, and his long lashes beg for me to run the tip of my nose along them.
I hear my phone vibrating somewhere on the floor. Even though I don’t want to, I hold my breath and gently pull myself from under his arm. He lets out a small grumble when I do; and I try not to giggle.
It’s Riley. I know where you are. Just tell me you’re OK.
Me: I’m OK.
Riley: Promise?
Me: I swear. I’m sorry I left you.
Riley: Don’t be. I’m just down the hall if you need me.
Riley: Love you, girl.
Me: Back atcha babe
There are also four missed texts from Lucas, my manager, two from Neil and one from Addison asking how my night was going.
There are either no words, or not enough to explain just how amazing my night has been. I decide to text her back when I’m more coherent.
Lucas, however, I call. Sneaking into the bathroom off the bedroom, I close the door and whisper through the phone.
“Leah Marshall, girl, you better be in New York.” Lucas grumbled through the phone. I must have woken him.
“Yes! I’m sorry, I meant to call earlier. I’m here.”
“Where at? I’ll send a car at five.”
“Umm, okay, got a pen?” I gave him the address that Riley had given me so I could get here.
“Wow, who do you know there?”
“A friend. See you soon.”
“Bye, Leah.”
I click the end button, and check myself out in the mirror.
Oh, shit.
I look rough. I mean, rough. My hair is a complete mess, my makeup has completely gone crazy on my eyes, and my lips are puffy and red.
Upon closer inspection I see small red marks around my breasts and hips. He bit me. My knees weaken from the memory.
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