Untouchable

by Sienna Grant

  “What the fuck’s going on?”

  Roman’s deep, velvety but questioning voice had me on edge but I spun back around to face him anyway. “Ask your friend.”

  “Well…?”

  Storming past Roman, I headed back inside but paused at the door before I’d added, “But just remember, Rhys heard everything.”

  As I walked through the door, I slammed it shut behind me. Nikki looked up, her gaze soft and I marched back over to her, retaking my seat.

  “How the hell do you put up with that dickhead?” I asked, slumping down on the couch.

  “I find ignorance works well… or a punch to the balls is a very close second.” Her mouth tipped up in a crooked grin before she hit the send button a little too hard on her laptop. “Okay then, that’s the information sent to Chris, the guy who’s booking everything for us.”

  “This is going to be so exciting….” Biting my bottom lip, I smiled at her. “Okay, I’m going home, I need to find my passport and I need to pack.”

  “Okay, babe. I’ll call you later with the details and as soon as I have the itinerary and flight details, I’ll email them over.”

  “Good, good.”

  With my hands on either side of my legs I pushed up from the couch and grabbed my bag from the table as I passed, pulling it on to my shoulder. Tugging open the door, I saw Gav and Roman. I gave Gav the dead eye, before I turned my back on him and turned to face Roman.

  “I’m going home. If you need anything, give me a call. I can’t do anything else from here today.”

  “No probs. I may need to go over some things later.”

  I nodded at Roman while spinning on my high heel and gave them both my back. I heard Gav shout, ‘see ya’, in a sickly-sweet tone. I didn’t say anything, instead I lifted my hand and raised my middle finger over my shoulder and carried on walking toward the lift.

  When, I returned to my place, I walked through the door to see bits of luggage scattered around the living room. Feeling the smile slowly forming on my mouth, I dropped my bag down on the couch and shouted out. “Les?”

  When I got no reply, I headed down the hallway towards the bedrooms and quietly opened her door to see her fast asleep on her bed. Seeing her sprawled over the bed, lying face down and her arm above her head, made me smile. She must’ve been so tired; she’d been working and travelling for a few weeks now. With that last thought, I left her to sleep and turned around.

  As I pulled the door to, the soft click of the door closing must’ve woken her, and she called my name. Her voice was scratchy with sleep and it stopped me in my path. I turned back around, opened the door slightly and peered around it. When I saw she was awake I ran towards her, jumping on her bed.

  “Oh, my lord, I’ve missed you so much.” I told Lesley, as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I have so much to tell you too.” I laid beside her, propping my head up with my hand, as she rubbed her eyes.

  “Ooh gossip. You know I need my fix, tell me more.” She mumbled, covering up a yawn. “Seeing as you’ve woken me up, how about a coffee — a bloody decent one.”

  “I can do that. I’ll be right back.”

  Rolling to my other side, I got off the bed, skipping happily to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

  With her coffee made, I told everything that had gone on. I did leave out the most important information though, and that was that I was sleeping with Roman Dean. I mean who would ever have thought that.

  “So, you’re telling me that after everything he’s said and the way he’s flirted, he hasn’t made a move, or you’ve not planted a smacker on his pouty lips?”

  “Nope.” I bit my lip to stop any lies from falling out of my mouth. If I dropped those pieces of the puzzle, she’d make up the jigsaw.

  “Hmm… So, L.A. then, what’s happening again?”

  “He has an interview, well a meeting with a representative from Boss, he’s going to be the new face of Hugo Boss…”

  “Wait, what happened to Sebastian Scott. I thought he was the face of Boss.”

  “I have no idea… the last I heard he was being made to clean up his image.”

  Still nibbling on my lip, I directed an excited smile at her. She tipped her cup up and drank the remainder of her coffee before passing it back to me and flopped back down on the mattress.

  “Wow, it seems like they all need a lesson in that. Spoilt little rich boys, who think they can do what they please, that’s why…”

  Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed and knowing she needed her rest, I left her to sleep. I needed to pack my case anyway.

  Going into my bedroom, I dragged my case from under my bed and started filling it with what I thought I needed for Los Angeles. I packed light, knowing how warm it’d be, but I also packed smart and business like, for interviews. I had to keep telling myself this wasn’t a holiday — it was business. I was going to enjoy this so much.

  Once I’d packed my case and another small bag to take on the plane, I made sure I had my passport and the itinerary that Nikki sent me earlier. I loaded it into my shoulder bag, then searched in the freezer for the beef ground mince and made my special spaghetti bolognese. I knew Les would want a home cooked meal tonight, seeing as she had probably been living off fast food and restaurant food.

  Once it was sizzling in the frying pan, I added my home-made sauce and let it simmer before going to wake her. It took a while but as soon as she smelled what was cooking, she was up and out of bed. I finished off our dinner and I was dishing up as my phone sounded with a message. Plucking it out of my back pocket, I saw it was from Roman. I tried to hide my smile in case Lesley came back in and wanted to know why I was grinning like an idiot. Quickly unlocking my screen with my face I.D. I opened the message.

  There’s no-one here but Rhys... come over and spend the night with me.

  I wondered whether I could get out of here without Lesley being suspicious. Not thinking about it right now, I finished dishing up before I replied, and took the plates to the breakfast bar. Our kitchen wasn’t big enough for a table and chairs, so we usually ate on our laps on the couch. I’d love a big place, but London wasn’t the cheapest place to live, no matter what part of the city you were in.

  She trudged into the kitchen and grinned.

  “Ooh, my favourite.”

  “Yeah, I thought seeing as I’m going to be away, I’d cook for ya.”

  “Oh, bless your heart, you’ll make someone a great wife.”

  With a smile, she took her plate from the counter, and as she left, she turned back.

  “Look, if it’s okay with you, I’m going to eat this and go back to bed, I’m absolutely whacked.”

  “Yeah, of course it is.” I replied.

  I tried to hide my happiness at her revelation, but I couldn’t seem to.

  “I’ll be gone early in the morning though, so I’ll message you when we land.”

  “Perfect.”

  She carried on over to the couch and sat down and started to eat, while I took a minute to reply to Roman.

  Give me half an hour and I’ll be there.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I read her message and started running round the suite like a lunatic. I needed to clean this fucking mess up, otherwise she’d think I was a no-good actor that couldn’t even clean up after himself. I threw clothes into the wardrobe and dragged my suitcases out into the main room of the suite. I told Rhys, that Paisley was on her way back here and all that soft arsehole did, was grin. With my middle finger shoved in his face, I left him to it.

  Fucking know it all.

  With my hands on my hips, I looked around the room to see if there was anything else that needed doing, I caught a glimpse of the time. Half an hour she said, it had been almost an hour now. Surely it hadn’t taken me that long to clean in here. The maids did come in, but only once a week at my request.

  Paisley walked in, dragging a case, a medium-sized walk on and the extra suitcase she called a handbag, hanging from her s
houlder. She must’ve seen my questioning look.

  “What? A girl needs options.” She left the cases in the middle of the room and pouted with a hand on her cocked hip. “I had to get a taxi with all of this, and he didn’t even help me to the door. Wanker.”

  Dropping her handbag from her shoulder, she left it on top of her case and strutted towards me.

  She fisted my t-shirt when she reached me and tugged me towards her.

  “I’ll have you know my flatmate came home today and I’ve had to sneak out like a teenager.”

  “You’ll get over it, I’m sure.”

  “So, how did you get rid of dickwad?” I knew she meant Gav and as much as I’d wish they’d get along, I also knew I didn’t have a chance in hell of that happening. But then, he wasn’t the easiest person to get along with; even I knew that.

  “Told him I had an early start with a shoot up in Manchester, so I needed an early night.”

  “Good thinking.”

  She pushed her tongue through the seam of her closed mouth and licked across her lips. Reaching out and wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I tugged her to me until our lips met. Her lips parted as she gasped, and I pushed my tongue into her hot mouth and slid it against hers. Pulling her t-shirt from her jeans, I dragged it up her body and stopped kissing her for just long enough to lift it over her head. Wrapping my free arm around up her middle, she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my back, while I buried my face in her lace covered breasts and moved my lips between them both. Moving her hands to my head, she very lightly scraped her nails across my scalp. I lifted my head and licked across her collarbone, descending my tongue into the dip in her neck, then kissed up to her ear, sucking her lobe into my mouth. She let out a groan, my dick felt enclosed in my jeans and it was aching to be inside her.

  Reading my mind, she slipped her hand between us and rubbed her palm over my dick. I growled deep in the back of my throat and made my way towards my bedroom door. I gave it a shove with my foot and it swung open. Dropping her flat on her back on the bed, I took my wallet from my back pocket and lay next to her as I tugged open the buttoned fly of my jeans. Paisley sat up, leaning back on her hands, until she saw I had no boxers on. She pushed forward and sat on the edge of the bed, yanking the waistband of my jeans down and ushered them over my hips and down my thighs. My hard-on sprang out, and she took it in her hand, wrapping her fingers around it.

  “There’s a condom in my wallet.”

  She smiled up at me, a wicked glint sparkled in her eyes, she shifted forward and poked out her tongue, licking the end of my cock.

  “Oh, for fuck's sake, Pais.”

  Placing her lips over the head, she slid right down to the base, before dragging her lips back up, then sucking the end into her mouth. Threading my fingers into her hair, I tugged on the ends, guiding her movements and for a brief moment she let me. My cock slid in and out, until my balls began to tighten, and I knew if I didn’t slow it down, I’d shoot my load right down her throat. Any other time, I’d go with it, but we weren’t going to get many nights like tonight. So, stopping her with a tap on the shoulder, I pulled out of her talented mouth and lifted her chin.

  “I’d rather come inside you.”

  Still holding her chin, I bent over and took her mouth with mine and kissed her.

  Once I released her, she stood up and unfastened her jeans before kicking everything off, including her underwear. Not wanting to miss a thing, I grabbed my wallet and sat at the top of the bed, with my back against the headboard, watching my own little strip show. She removed the last piece of clothing and crawled up the bed, straddling my thighs and I waved a condom at her. With her knees at either side of my hips, she took it from me, tearing it open with her teeth. Taking out the rubber, she rolled it down my cock, achingly slow. I nuzzled my nose between her breasts, before I took a pebbled nipple between my teeth. She gasped and thrusted it further into my mouth, holding my head in her hands. With my free hand, I slipped it between her parted legs and thrust two fingers into her.

  “Oh my God.”

  I pushed up all the way to the knuckle and pulled out slowly, her walls tightened around my fingers. I did the same again, before I pressed against her clit with my thumb. Her body spasmed. I needed inside of her. Removing my fingers, I gripped her hips in my hands and guided her down. She sank her teeth into her lip and smiled around it, before lifting up and dropping back down, grinding on me. Her walls squeezed my dick so tight, that I wasn’t sure how long I could last. Leaning forward, she plastered her lips to mine and plunged her tongue into my mouth, taking control. With my one hand on her hip and my other wrapped around the back of her neck, I pushed upwards, and she met every one of my thrusts, until her walls clamped down on me. My balls began to tighten again, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I drove inside her harder and faster, chasing my own release.

  “Oh, fuck Rome, I’m going to come.”

  “Come Paisley, come all over my cock, baby.”

  With those words, she let go, strangling my cock as she pulsed around me. Pushing into her hard, the orgasm I was chasing suddenly hit me full force and I blew my load.

  My head fell forward and I rested my brow on her breasts, while I caught my breath.

  “Fucking hell, Paisley,” I gasped, “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”

  Lifting my head up, I looked into her eyes and saw the answer right there. I retracted the question.

  “Forget it, don’t answer that.”

  Her eyes dropped from mine and I knew I’d have to say something, to get her back on the same page as me.

  “Hey, don’t do that. Don’t look away.”

  She met my gaze again, so I kissed her, pushing my fingers into her hair, tightening my fist. I reluctantly broke the kiss and pulled back.

  “Don’t overthink it.”

  With her hands on my shoulders, she rose up and lifted off me. I moved from the bed, pulling the used condom from my now softer erection, and tied it, before disposing of it in the bin in the bathroom. I quickly peed, flushed the toilet, and washed my hands, before going back to the bedroom.

  Paisley looked up as I walked back in before she got up and passed me, shutting the bathroom door behind her. As I sat in bed waiting for her to come back out of the bathroom, I checked my phone to see a text from Nikki;

  I’ll be there at 5:30 don’t be fucking late.

  Looking at the time in the corner of my phone, I noticed it was already eleven p.m.

  Fuck.

  I threw it down on the floor and placed it on charge, ready for the flight tomorrow, as Paisley came back into the room, I shifted over and patted the mattress. I pulled back the sheets, and she climbed in. With an arm wrapped around her, I pulled her into my side. She laid her cheek on my chest and slung an arm over my stomach.

  “I never thought Roman Dean would be a snuggler.”

  “Well then, you’re highly fucking honoured.”

  Tipping her head back, she smiled as she met my eyes, before closing hers and drifting off to sleep. I dropped a kiss on her head and followed suit.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  I woke up feeling stifled and hot, I needed to get away from the ball of heat that was currently clinging to me. Removing Roman’s arm from my body, I realised I had a pressing need to pee and shower.

  “Where are you going?” Roman mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck.

  “I have to pee.” Roman growled in his throat and begrudgingly released me from his grip.

  Knowing that we had to be out early too, played on my mind. Sitting up, I grabbed my phone from the bedside table to check the time. It was four-thirty a.m. I needed a shower before I’d have to sit on a seven-hour flight. Twisting my body towards Roman’s, I leant down and whispered, “Do you mind if I have a shower?”

  “Have at it, baby,” he mumbled, sleepily.

  Rolling my eyes at him, I got out of bed and headed towards his en-suite.


  “What time is it?”

  I paused at the doorway and shouted back that it was half past four and carried on in to relieve my bladder. Once I was done and I’d flushed the toilet, I walked towards the walk-in shower and turned it on. Still naked from last night’s antics, I stepped under the gloriously warm water spray.

  “Now that’s a sight I could get used to seeing every morning.”

  On hearing the gruff of his ‘just woken up’ voice, I slowly turned on my heel and smiled through the water that was running over my face. He started towards me, opened the shower door, and stepped into the spray. A spark of electricity shot through me as he touched me, his palms slipping and sliding over my body.

  “You know, Nikki will be here in less than an hour but seeing you in here, and knowing that the next few days we won’t get much time together, I want to do nothing more than fuck you right here; what do you think?”

  “Do we have time?”

  He grabbed my hips and walked me back towards the wall.

  “I’ll make time.”

  My breathing quickened with the excitement and I licked across my dry lips.

  “Are you on the pill?” He mumbled, pulling back an inch as I nodded against him, not able to find the words to speak.

  Plunging his tongue into my mouth, he kissed me, my core clenched, I reached my hands up and wrapped them around his neck.

  “Are you wet?”

  “Soaking.” I managed to breathe out and with a wicked smile, he planted a kiss on my lips and turned me around, his dick nudging me in the back.

  “I want you to bend over and keep your hands flat on the tiles.”

  “Rome, just one thing first.” My voice clogged with arousal as I stopped him. “Are you clean?”

  “Paisley, if I had the slightest suspicion I wasn’t clean, I wouldn’t even do this.”

  I nodded and did as he told me; I was aching to have him inside me again and his reasoning was enough for me. His fingers entered me first, his other hand gripped my hip, before removing his fingers and flattening his hand between my shoulder blades as he rammed himself inside me. I shouted his name out in indescribable pleasure as he thrust backwards and forwards, slowly at first but then his pace quickened.