fangirl 02 - an unexpected entanglement

by E V Darcy

  ‘This could be it, Casey, the big one.’ The short man smiled as he waved his arms wide. ‘Name in lights, kid, movie star!’

  Casey sucked his lower lip into his mouth at the thought of his name being up there on a cinema screen, of being the leading man for a change, not merely secondary. While the Network had moved him on to Legacy, they still hadn’t promoted him to number one on the call sheet. Bastards.

  He was so caught up in his thoughts, the idea of finally being the focus of the audience; he didn’t notice one of the doors opening and Paige stepping out of her dressing room playing on her tablet again.

  ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed as he walked right into her. His arms reached out of their own accord to steady her and stop her falling on her arse, but he couldn’t save her device. The slim computer fell from her grasp and crashed to the floor. The screen cracked from one corner to the other.

  ‘Sorry,’ he said as he released her from his arms when she found her feet again. ‘I was in a world of my own.’

  Paige groaned as she bent down and saw the damage to the device. ‘No,’ she said with a sigh as she stood back up. ‘It wasn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have been on this while I was walking.’

  ‘What’s so important that it needs your attention so much?’ he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

  ‘Apartment hunting.’ She put the ruined tablet in her bag. ‘I’ve only got the hotel for two months, I’ve got to have somewhere after that. Guess I’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way now.’ She let out a puff of air at the thought. ‘Ugh, do they even still have newspapers with listings?’ she asked, running her hands through her long, thick hair as she gazed at him with big, green eyes.

  ‘No idea,’ he said truthfully. ‘I’ve owned for a couple of decades now—God I feel old!’ She laughed at his comment and gently batted at his arm.

  ‘Speaking of no ideas,’ he continued. ‘I didn’t realise you were going to be here today. I wonder why no one told me?’

  ‘Probably because they think we’re still in touch—after an ordeal like we went through I suppose people assume it makes you closer.’

  ‘You two don’t talk?’ Mack said, pulling another cigar from his pocket and playing with it—the man was an addict. ‘Why not?’

  ‘Yeah?’ Paige said, still staring up at Casey. She leant against the doorframe too, perpendicular to him, arms crossed under her breasts and ignoring the door to the dressing room resting against her back. ‘Why don’t we talk?’ She raised her brow, challenging him to give a satisfactory answer. He conceded that she had a point to her question; after all he was the one who had bolted after meeting the man who’d claimed to be her husband. He sighed. Christ, he was going to sound like a twelve-year-old girl with her first crush.

  ‘I happened to run into Daniel at the hospital, on my way to see you,’ he confessed. Paige stood up straight, her shoulders going rigid and her arms dropping to her side.

  ‘What did he say?’ she demanded.

  He saw Mack raise his own brows at the question, intrigued by the turn of events. Casey’s reputation proceeded him; he was never known to run from a woman, no matter who stood in the way—even if it wasn’t true.

  He rubbed his hand over his face and stood himself back on his feet. ‘He said you two were still married, that you were never in the process of being divorced—’

  ‘What!’ she shouted, and both Casey and Mack flinched as the tiny firecracker stepped towards the star.

  ‘Hey, whoa,’ Casey said, holding up his hands. ‘The guy was still wearing his ring, and looked so damned happy—’

  ‘So, you just believed him?’ Paige shook her head in disbelief. ‘After everything I told you there, about what he’d done to me?’

  ‘I wasn’t sure if you’d been lying—wanting to shag a star before we popped it—’

  ‘Are you fucking kidding me!’

  God, she was gorgeous when she was all riled up. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes flashed, little flecks of gold appearing within her orbs, making her eyes appear to shimmer. Her ample chest heaved under the tight, stripy top she wore—

  ‘Do you want to go and get a drink?’ he found himself asking without thinking. He saw Mack smile from the corner of his eye before the man turned and walked away as fast as his little legs would carry him.

  ‘No, I don’t—’

  Her words technically gave an answer, but Casey felt it was more a case of her stopping herself midway through her reply. Something about the way she said it made it seem that she had stopped herself from saying more. She sighed. ‘But I could do with something to eat,’ she added.

  Casey smiled.

  14

  Paige’s first thought, when she walked into the restaurant and spied the waiting star seated at its bar, was that he looked so damned good she wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if he’d made her climb on a table so he could have her for their first course.

  He wore a perfectly-fitted blue suit over a crisp white shirt. He wore no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. His neck was bare for all the world to see, and Paige wanted to press her face against it and just inhale the raw smell that was Casey McManaman.

  Her nose twitched at the memory of the man’s own specific scent once his cologne had worn off after their first few hours together. She thought how it had engulfed her, stuck to her skin, made her his.

  God, she wanted to be his again. How many times had she awoke from dreams she couldn’t remember, but wanted to chase? Dreams that left her body aching and wanting, mourning the loss of his hands on her, his lips against hers…

  ‘Now, now, Kitten,’ Casey murmured as he stood up to greet her. His lips brushed against her cheek in what was supposed to be a welcome greeting but merely was a disguise for him to whisper, ‘If you’re a good girl you can devour me later.’

  Her breath caught at the words, his British accent making them all the sexier, as she pictured him in her hotel room, lying on her bed completely at her mercy…

  ‘My God, woman,’ he breathed the words as his finger reached up to wrap around a loose strand of her hair. ‘Should we just skip dinner and go back to your room now? You’re so responsive to me,’ he said as his hand dropped from her hair to her neck. His finger traced down the line of her collarbone to the top of her cleavage. She trembled under his touch and found herself tilting her head back to accept him as he bent towards her.

  ‘So responsive,’ he murmured, his lips a hair’s width from hers, his eyes hooded and darkened by want. She was captivated by them, finally getting the answer to her question of what they’d look like before he claimed her—

  She jumped when the back of his hand deliberately brushed over her already-peaked nipple. The buds were straining through her thin dress, aching for his touch.

  ‘I bet I could have you right here, right now, couldn’t I?’ he whispered. ‘But if I remember correctly, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

  He didn’t wait for her answer; his lips caught hers in the softest brush, a mere sample of what she could have. She mewed her displeasure when he pulled away, but he merely smiled down at her, his eyes flashing with their boyish charm.

  ‘Fuck, Kitten, if I wouldn’t get arrested, I’d take you right up against this bar…’ She looked forlornly at the bar, wishing for it so much—

  ‘I’d wrap your legs around me, pull your knickers to one side…’ His hand ran over her ass, as if they were searching for… ‘You are wearing Frenchies again.’ He practically purred in satisfaction as he found her wearing her preferred type of underwear. He pulled her towards him allowing her to feel how turned on he was and she whimpered at the feel of his hard cock against her stomach, relished the friction of his firm chest against her wanting breasts.

  ‘Would you let me, Paige? Would you let me ravish you in front of all these people?’

  ‘Yes.’ She said the words before she could think them through, merely because they were the truth, and she couldn’t hide from the m
an before her. She wanted him. She didn’t care if they ended up in prison, she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now, so hard she’d be kept warm in her prison bed—for however many years they gave her—at the mere thought of their offence.

  His lips captured hers and she surrendered to him immediately.

  As much as Casey had thrilled at his cock back springing to life at the mere sight of Paige in that tiny black dress, or how much the idea of taking her against the bar made it throb and ache for release, his better judgement won out.

  That is, until they got to the lift.

  The moment the doors slid shut, Casey had her pressed against the back of the small box, lifting her easily, one hand under her arse, slipping under her dress. Fuck, she was wearing the silky kind of French knickers this time…

  He groaned into her mouth as she kissed him passionately, as if as desperate for him as he was for her. The way her hips were gyrating, grinding against him in a silent plea to be filled, only confirmed his assumption.

  Her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back, and Casey basked in the feel of her heat pressed against his throbbing cock. It had been too long since he’d had sex, too long since he’d felt a woman around him, and he wanted to just unzip himself and push right in, take her without any preamble. But they were in a lift whizzing up to the 69th floor—and hadn’t that made him chuckle—it wasn’t exactly the best place for full-blown sex… most would argue for any type of sex, but by God did the idea thrill him, and by the looks of it, it seemed to do the same for Paige.

  ‘Imagine if we got stopped,’ he found himself breaking the kiss to say. ‘If someone pressed for the lift now and the doors slid open’—she whimpered needily—‘they’d see you pushed up against the wall like this, a dirty, wanton little thing, desperate and begging for it—’

  ‘Casey, you better make me scream!’

  He groaned against her lips as he kissed her again, his fingers sliding underneath her sexy lingerie to feel her wetness. He shuddered in pleasure as he felt, once again, that she was shaven. Her lips were so smooth and already coated in her juices, his fingers easily moving over them, gently parting them to slide his middle finger inside.

  Paige’s hips thrust forward, welcoming him, begging him to enter her and fill her. A sigh of satisfaction slipped from her lips as his finger found her entrance and pushed into her hot, wet pussy. She bucked against his hand, trying to hump it, greedily.

  ‘How much do you want it, Paige?’ he said with a groan as she tried to push down on his finger beyond what he was willing to give. It answered his question without her needing to say anything. Casey smiled against her mouth as she groaned with displeasure, until his thumb found her clit and caressed it. Paige threw her head back, exposing her neck to his mouth which he immediately feasted upon.

  ‘Stop,’ she whispered.

  ‘You want me to stop this?’ he asked quickening his caresses on her sensitive bud. Her hips didn’t stop their own thrusts, continuing to see the pleasure he was providing her.

  ‘Oh fuck, Casey!’ She almost screamed at the action, but shook her head no again. ‘Please, Case, stop. Wanna’—she gasped—‘wanna come on your cock.’

  The noise he made wasn’t human. It couldn’t be. The growl sounded so feral, so wolfish there was no way it’d come from him. He stopped his ministrations before slowly sliding his finger from her hot, wet centre. She whimpered in dissatisfaction, her beautiful mouth pouting her self-inflicted displeasure, but Casey merely raise his brow at her, daring her to ask for him to carry on. When she remained quite, he brought his hand to his face and slipped his finger between his lips.

  Delicious.

  ‘Put me down.’ It wasn’t a request and Casey felt his cock twitch at the command. He gently lowered her so her feet could once again touch the floor, letting her shaky legs support her weight before he let go.

  Paige reached up to kiss him and he allowed her to slowly turn them, so his back was now to the wall. He grinned as she broke their kiss, knowing exactly where this was now going…

  Her green eyes, a dark, earthy colour, darkened by raw, wanton desire, held his as she slithered down his body and gracefully fell to her knees in front of him. He felt his breath shorten, quick snaps, as she slowly eased the zipper down on his trousers down, the backs of her fingers caressed his throbbing cock the whole way. The sound he made when her fingers reached inside and pulled him free was primitive; it hearkened back to the days of the cavemen when they claimed a woman as their own. A guttural growl of pleasure escaped as his head fell back against the wall behind.

  Her hand played with him, running her fingers softly up and down his length, teasing him. He bit his lip hard to stop himself thrusting forward, to keep the shout of frustrated desire from spilling over his lips. His hands pressed back against the wall as he tried to keep them from fisting into her hair and holding her head still, as he shoved his cock between her lips, taking what he’d dreamt of for weeks. This was what his body had longed for since they’d been parted, and what had kept his dick hard since he’d seen her walk into the hotel’s restaurant.

  ‘I’ve never seen one before.’ Her husky words breathed over his skin, making him shiver in anticipation. He had no idea what the hell she was talking about, but his brain stopped working before he could ask as she finally—finally!—took him in her mouth.

  ‘Paige,’ he groaned, eyes squeezed shut. His hands no long obeyed his earlier order, as he lost the fight to allow her control. He wound the fingers of one hand into the pile of curls atop her head, holding her still as he carefully thrust forward, giving her a chance to adjust to him, to work with him to take what he had to offer.

  Her mew of pleasure, the soft little purr of satisfaction she let rumble through her throat, made his hips stutter, and his breath catch. He felt her lips smirk around him, and glanced down towards her to see her red lips grinning as best she could.

  The minx was enjoying seeing him reduced to a quivering mess, and that just turned him on more. Knowing she was taking pleasure from giving him such exquisite joy only made him see how right this was, how she was perfect for him, in every way imaginable.

  Suddenly, the idea of walking away from her in the morning, of leaving and never seeing her again in such a way made his stomach sink, made a possessive growl rumble from his lips and suddenly he needed to feel his whole body against her, not just her mouth.

  He needed to be inside her, have her legs around him, her breasts against him, her arms holding him close. He pulled back, and she pouted in protest, making to speak. But she was cut off by him hauling her back up to her feet. He lifted her as he turned them, pushing her back against the wall. He pushed her silky knickers to one side and slid his cock down her parted pussy lips, still dripping wet from his earlier explorations.

  ‘Paige?’ he asked, a mere whisper as he held onto his control, just enough to make sure she was with him, willing to have him as much as he wanted her.

  ‘Fuck me, Casey,’ she purred into his ear. He moaned in pleasure at those three little words and thrust forward, sheathing himself in one motion.

  It felt perfect.

  Better than he remembered.

  ‘Take me, hard,’ she said, her voice breathy as she panted against his cheek. ‘Make me scream so they all hear me. Fuck me hard and fast so I’m full of you by the time we get to my room.’

  Oh, fuck. The filth that came from her… But who was he to deny her? He grabbed her arse cheeks, holding her firmly as he obeyed. Each snap of his hips was pushing him as deep into her as he could go, as if he was trying to connect them permanently.

  ‘Casey, please,’ she begged, as she tried to meet his thrusts, but barely holding on as he moved faster, his hips snapping almost angrily as he raced to beat the lift, the image of her filled with his come as she walked from the lift to her room, a slither of it smearing the tops of her thighs…

  He came with a deep groan, his forehead dropping to
her shoulder as he spilt deep inside her.

  ‘Oh, yes,’ she whispered with a sigh. ‘Oh, yes.’

  Thank fuck she was divorced, that she was officially done with the shithead of an ex because he wasn’t going to be able to let her go now. She was his and would be forever more.

  They’d made love twice more after they got back to her room. They’d been so hot and desperate for one another that they hadn’t even switched on the lights. They’d stripped each other’s clothes on the way to the bed and each ravished the other in the light that came in through the open curtains.

  Being able to see him, watch him take his pleasure in her body, had been everything she’d hoped for, and more. His eyes had held hers as he’d sheathed himself in her aching heat and she’d found herself crying out in the pleasure of his thick length filling her so completely, so perfectly… His blue orbs had widened in his own enjoyment, almost as if he felt surprised at the feel of her around him.

  After their rush in the lift, they’d made love slowly in her bed, his hands braced on either side of her small frame as he’d pulled out and thrust into her, each time to the hilt, so deeply she could have sworn he was trying to lock himself in place so that they’d never come apart again.

  She snorted at her own little joke, recalling they’d reached the height of their pleasure together, each groaning into the mouth of the other; it was as if their bodies couldn’t bare to be a millimetre apart, crying out to be connected from lip to groin. She’d wanted to keep him in her afterwards, satisfy that craving of being his completely, but their position wouldn’t allow it, especially with their baby growing inside her. He’d slipped out of her with a mournful moan, and she knew that even he felt the desire to remain united.

  She bit her lip as she thought about the secret held close to her heart. She hadn’t told him she was carrying his child, mainly because initially he hadn’t given her a chance. But, curling up in the bed, after their first bout of love making, she’d remained silent on the topic once he began speaking of seeing her again, of her visiting his home and of him helping her find an apartment. She wanted there to be more between them than just great sex and a baby. She wanted the connection to be more than his dick sitting inside her—no matter how much she loved that feeling. She wanted the chance to get to know him, to fall in love with him and he with her.