by Pamela Ann
“Yes, they are always around, especially at hot spots, but we can go through the back door and no one will know that you’ve been partying with me.”
“It’s nothing personal, Bass. I just…” Don’t want Carter to know… for now. Carter didn’t even know about the movie yet. I’d tell him after I told my parents tomorrow, most definitely.
Bass poured us a glass of wine and slid mine carefully towards me. “Carter; got it.”
I opened my mouth to deny it, but ended up shutting it and instead, decided to swirl my wine glass before I took a small sip.
“What’s the verdict?” he asked, raking a hand through his dark blond hair, making it look all hot and sexy.
“Yeah, I could do with some dancing.”
“Awesome! Let me just get a quick shower then we’ll head out, is that cool?” Bass asked and drained his entire glass, looking sexy as sin.
I licked my lips and blushed. Without looking him in the eye, I responded, “Yes, sounds great.” Why, oh why, does Bass fucking Cole make me think of sex when he’s drinking wine? It was disturbing.
Bass was off to shower and I was left alone with my thoughts… and they were full of IF’s. Ugh!
Taking my wine with me, I strolled towards the patio and stared at the bright lights of the City of Angels. Tonight… tonight felt different with Bass. I supposed it was because I was with Carter now and it made things feel even more… not weird… constricted, perhaps, leaning towards restricted. I think it was because during the short time with Bass, he infiltrated my inner being. Bass had made his mark; he had marked me without me even noticing it. He was rooted somewhere deep inside and I didn’t know if I could erase the stamp he had made.
I felt wretched and cut open. I mean, here I was, restarting my relationship with Carter and yet Bass was hounding my thoughts. I didn’t know if I was so blinded with the realization that I fell in love with Carter that I didn’t really see or realize what was really going on before me with Bass.
After ten minutes, I heard him say, “Ready?”
I turned around and found Bass standing next to the sliding patio glass door. His hair was still wet, but what really caught me was how the plain white shirt and washed out jeans made him look like a hot, smoking, rock god. I felt my nipples tighten at the very sight of him. I was in so much trouble!
“I know, I look too plain for a club, but I really don’t feel like dressing up and all that.”
Uh, the prepped up Bass looked sexy, but the laid back all-American look was just downright yummy! I’ll take both please!
I was bothered that my thoughts were bordering on cheating. Was it really cheating fantasizing about Bass instead of Carter? A little, perhaps?
“Let me just grab my clutch then I’m all set to go,” I muttered.
As I walked past him, my senses went into hysterics as I got a whiff of that shower gel he used. I almost stopped, almost. I just wanted to drown in that sexy fucking smell. I was such a basket case. How the hell was I going to get through the rest of the night if I all I could think about was Bass fucking Cole?
Once I got to the barstool where my clutch sat, I stared at it while my thoughts rampaged on. I was seriously losing it…
I almost moaned when Bass touched the side of my hip and asked, “Everything okay, Em?”
NO! It’s not okay. My body seems to be wired with a crazy amount of sexual energy and all I can think about is fucking you until I can’t take it anymore! No, nothing is okay.
“Yes, let’s go.”
E
“Emma, how is Bass in the sack?” the hot brunette asked me, giggling.
I thought she was dating Bass’s friend, Stan… Stud… Stew? Meh, I didn’t remember. Bass had introduced me to a lot of people at the club and I hadn’t managed to remember any of their names.
“I heard he’s a beast! I heard Sheila’s friend, Masie, actually spent a night with him at some hotel. She said Bass fucked Masie four times in one night. I’m so jealous of you, Emma,” the blonde, honey-eyed chick said.
“Yeah, he surely is a beast,” I giggled back. Here I go, lying again. I found that there was no point in trying to rationalize with these women when I arrived with Bass earlier. It seemed that in Hollywood, once a woman arrives—or is seen—with a famous actor anywhere, it’s a given that they’re sexing it up.
So, in my champagne/tequila/vodka muddled head, I was owning Bass.
These girls that were introduced to me by Bass were fun—a dum-dum kind of fun. All they talked about was Hollywood, plastic surgery, gossip and hot men. In my semi-coherent state, I didn’t remember their names and yet, I had been hanging out with them for two hours or so. I just called them—in my head—the pretty blonde, hot brunette, so-so redhead and goldilocks.
My gurgling laughter died when my eyes darted across the club and saw a girl trying to get Bass’s attention. I didn’t think twice before I got up. I excused myself and marched over to them. The woman looked like some hot vamped up Latina. She was drop dead gorgeous. I fumed and stepped right in between them.
“Emma,” Bass uttered, a little surprised that I was being bold towards him.
“Dance with me, Bass,” I ordered and grabbed his hand.
The vamped up woman pulled my hand away from holding Bass’s.
Nah, uh. She. Did. Not. Just. Do. That! “Bitch! Back the fuck off! He’s mine!”
The stupid bitch smiled. “No, he’s not. He’s single. I know this because we hooked up last night.”The stupid bitch looked smug as hell when she saw how her words affected me.
Stupid bitch can go fuck herself! “Choose, Bass. It’s her or me.” I started tapping my foot as I simmered some more. What if Bass chooses her? Ah, fuck. I didn’t think that far ahead!
Before Bass could answer, the stupid bitch spoke, “Who the hell are you? Are you like some random psycho who wants to get it on with an actor? I think you should start with the Z-list ones and not head straight, like a piranha, to the A-listers.”
I was about to retaliate when Bass pulled me towards the dance floor, but before he did, he managed to holler at the stupid bitch, “Don’t ever talk to me again, Cassandra. Emma is not on any alphabetical list. She is on The List.”
Bass took me to the other side of the dance floor and shoved me up against the wall. I knew the music was thumping, but I had no clue what song was on and I was oblivious of the people around us. The dance floor was packed, but all I noticed was Bass’s searing, blistering gaze.
“I think you should stop with the Mojitos, Emma. You’re clearly wasted already.”
I sneered. Yes, I certainly was. “Well, if you weren’t busy flirting with all the women here, I wouldn’t have made a scene.”
He leaned closer, both hands on the sides of my head, as he whispered in my ear, “You’re off limits, Emma. You made it that way.” His hot breath made me shiver. I closed my eyes and devoured his scrumptious aroma.
God, help me. I didn’t know anymore.
Bass pressed his hot body against mine, his heart beating erratically. I moved closer and nestled my nose on his neck. My nose slid up and down and I felt him shiver. Since I was going crazy, I went even further. I stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the base of his neck, stopping in the middle and biting into it while my hand went inside his shirt and clawed his back, wanting him closer.
“Emma… you’re killing me here,” Bass spoke in between hissing and moaning.
“How do you like it, Bass? Hard and rough? Nice and slow? Or fast and delirious?” I whispered against his ear.
Yep! I was way past drunk. I was ludicrous.
Bass groaned as he pushed his hardened state between my hips. “I want you… I want all of you. I want your hot body on my bed, wide open and ready. Your cunt will be annihilated. Your sweet, little pussy will be destroyed and I will not stop until it is ravaged and weeping with wetness… and you screaming for me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”
Need I say that my silk thon
g was soaked? Need I say that I was going bat-shit crazy with horniness?
“Bass, I want you.”
Bass pulled a bit away from me, our bodies still connected, while his eyes pierced mine. His magnetic eyes darkened as he saw my overtly wanton face. “Be with me, Emma. Just say the word and I’m yours.”
“I don’t know if I can.” I loved Carter, but with Bass, it was complex and enthralling. It frightened me. I didn’t know if I would ever be ready for that kind of terrifying possession.
He bit his bottom lip then looked to his right as he processed what I said. Bass huffed out a deep breath. Composing himself, he gave me a bright smile. “I just had to try one more time, I guess.” He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and grabbed my hand. “Come on! Let’s go and join our party.”
And so we did. The entire time, Bass avoided touching me. When other random girls came up to get a picture with him, he obliged them. When they wanted to dance with him, he gladly went. When they flirted and touched him, he didn’t stop them. And so, the jealous bitch that I was—but had no fucking right to be—drank some more delicious Mojitos. I wanted to get drunk and just pass the fuck out. I didn’t want to think about Bass anymore. Of course, it was short-lived, but it was worth it.
E
“Can you manage to get out of the car?” Bass asked me before opening his door. We were back at his house and parked right outside his four-car garage.
I just groaned. “Sure,” I slurred. “I’m a pro. Just you watch.” Well, I haven’t been this drunk ever in my life, but sure? Why the hell not? It’s only walking, right?
I opened the door and stepped out and then my head started to spin. Whoops! I leaned over the hood of his sports car and took off my shoes. The engine was hot on my butt and I just wanted to stay there awhile. I laid my body back on top of the hot-hood. It felt good, I sighed satisfyingly. I was drunk, tired, confused and so messed up. I smiled as I closed my eyes. Yes, this definitely felt better.
I heard Bass’s footsteps as he stopped before me, somewhere close. He cleared his throat, “Em, you can’t sleep there. That’s not a bed.” Bass was clearly amused.
Whatever, go away! “I don’t like you right now, Bass-boy, Bass-kill, Bass-hole, Bass-tard!” I mumbled, but cracked a small smile.
Since my legs were slightly parted, Bass swiftly planted himself in between them while both of his hands caressed my legs. Ah, dammit! “I love this drunk you. It’s very entertaining.”
Blah, whatever. Just stop touching my legs will you… not?
I bucked when his hands went higher and his thumbs caressed the inner lining of my thong. Sweet… sweet mother of mercy…
“Can I kiss you?” Bass whispered to me. That certainly made my eyes snap open.
Oh. Hell. No.
…Yes?
Since I didn’t have the guts to look at him, I stared at the twinkling stars above me. Possibly asking for my mind back… or forgiveness? I wasn’t too sure. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to kiss me?”
“Not those lips, Emma.”
I lost my ability to breathe.
Did he just ask me… if… he could go down on me?
His thumb was now slowly lifting the side bands of my underwear. “Emma...” Hearing my name uttered from Bass’s lips with such raw intensity became my undoing. I let out a loud moan when both of his thumbs caressed my soaked mound.
“God, your cunt is drowned in your hot juices,” Bass hissed as his thumb slid up and down my folds while the other thumb rubbed my nub.
I bit my lip and whimpered. Imagine my shock when he completely took those sinful thumbs away. I sat up, dazed and confused. My world stopped spinning when I found his eyes. Bass gave me a devilish smile while he traced his thumb on his lips and licked it. I swallowed. Hell, could he be any sexier?
“I want more of those succulent juices, Emma.”
Speechless, I stared agog. I stuck out my tongue and licked my suddenly dry lips. I wanted to… God, I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t. Carter.
“You know I can’t, Bass.”
He grazed his thumb on the tip of my bottom lip. “You’re such a sweet temptation. You have just enough mixture of sweetness and feistiness. I can’t help wanting you.”
“I like you too much, Bass. I feel what you feel, but in a twisted way, my heart is with Carter.”
“If Carter is the one that makes you happy, then I wish you all the luck, Emma.”
Why did I have the urge to cry? It felt like someone was pressing down on my chest and I was having a hard time breathing.
Out of the blue, Bass plucked me off the hood and carried me towards the house. I was grateful that he did because I didn’t have the energy to climb the stairs.
Once we got to his bedroom, he slowly undressed me. “Bass, I don’t know about this.”
“I won’t cop a feel, I promise. I just want you to be comfortable. Is that agreeable to you?” His eyes searched mine and I fought back the urge to capture his lips.
When my dress was finally off me, I forgot to warn him that I didn’t have a bra on. The dress didn’t need me to wear one since it already had built-in support.
Bass’s eyes became dilated and my nipples tightened at his scrutiny. “Bass? Can you hand me a shirt?”
He snapped out of his funk and cleared his throat, mumbling an apology.
Once I was safe in the confines of the large cotton shirt, I slid inside his bed. I was tired and all I wanted to do was sleep. After five minutes of not hearing any commotion, I sat up and found Bass sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Baffled, I got off the bed and moved towards him. “Hey, what’s upsetting you?”
Bass shook his head. “I don’t think it’s wise to sleep next to you. I don’t trust myself not to touch you with what little you have on.” Well, I knew he wouldn’t have sex with me unless I chose him—and only him—so it was irrelevant if he slept in the same bed with me or not.
I tried to pull him up, but didn’t succeed. He stood up, held me and we fell on the bed together. He immediately nuzzled my neck in a ticklish way and I started laughing like a little kid. That was all well and good, until his hand skimmed downwards, cupped my ass and squeezed it. I moaned when he softly bit my earlobe. HELL.
“Bass… no…” His hands were drawing close inside my thighs. I wanted him to touch me so bad I felt like I was dying, but I knew it couldn’t happen. Not like that. So, I took charge and rolled on top of him. “Let’s go to sleep. Playtime’s over.”
Untitled
“The best and strongest attraction is unspoken…it’s that crazy chemistry where you don’t have to say a word.”
~Author Unknown
Chapter One Hundred Twelve
Bass nodded and got off the bed. He shifted his pants and from what I could see, he was hard. “I’m going to get us some water. I’ll be back.”
I sighed dramatically and fell back on the bed. If I thought my life was complicated before, then I had been mistaken. I looked over on the side table to check what time it was—four forty-five. I had to go see my parents before I went back to school.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Bass strolled in with a glass of ice water and handed it to me. He looked mighty serious. I bet he was thinking that I was a major tease, or something along those lines. Or maybe he was thinking… nothing.
“Thanks.” I downed half the glass before Bass took it and placed it on his bedside table. Without taking off his clothes, he laid next to me, pulling me to his chest. I heard him huff out a long sigh as he started to stroke my hair. Since I didn’t know what to say, I kept my mouth shut… as did he.
After ten minutes or so, he shifted to lay on his side, facing my body. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me close to him again. I could feel his heartbeat vibrating against my chest. I kissed his neck and left my lips and nose there, nicely tucked.
No words were spoken, but we knew what was going on. It was goodbye.
We fell asleep
like that, holding each other.
No words were needed.
E
I woke up an hour later from the uncomfortable position that I was in. When I tried to move away, Bass’s arms immediately released me. He was clearly in a deep coma-like rest. After the kind of night we had, I wasn’t surprised.
I stared at his sleeping face and felt my heart lurch and constrict. I was one confused woman; loving one man and lusting and caring for another. I wanted to touch his face and caress it, I wanted to kiss those full lips of his and feel their soft warmth, but I didn’t. I didn’t need another reason to muddy my mind up more.
Sliding off the mattress, I walked towards the foot of the bed where my thong and dress had been abandoned. The once soaked thong was now dry and I was thankful because it would’ve been uncomfortable to wear and I clearly didn’t need another reminder of what I’d been up to all night.
With another lingering glance at Bass, I left his room. Sure enough, my keys were on the foyer table. I was surprised to see my clutch and shoes there, too. Hadn’t I left my purse and shoes outside, next to Bass’s car last night? He probably went to get them before he came back upstairs.
Putting my shoes on, I silently left his house. I strode towards my waiting car and slid inside. I thanked my lucky stars that Bass had one of those automatic gates that had sensors which only opened for outgoing cars and joined the traffic on 101 Freeway. My thoughts were troubled. I had a long drive to my parents’ house and used that time to try and sort out my feelings.
Two hours later, I arrived at my mom and dad’s house, sighing with relief when I turned on to my parent’s lemon tree-lined, winding driveway. I parked on the opposite side of the house because I didn’t plan to stay long. With my keys in hand, I strolled towards the Spanish-styled home. It was ten-thirtyish; my parents would be up and about already.
I was greeted by the smell of pancakes and I followed the odor like a hypnotized person. My stomach growled, loudly.
“Hi, Mom, Dad and Aunt Gem,” I greeted the trio who were about to eat by the looks of it.