Written in the Stars: A Contemporary Hollywood Romance

by Renea Mason

  "God, kissing you, Katherine…"

  "I do have to say that kissing you is one of my favorite things. I can't wait to do it again. Not just your lips, but your neck…and your..."

  Another moan. His grip on his cock tighter.

  "That chest you love to tease me with. Running around the house without your shirt."

  "Noticed that, did you?"

  A fire of need smoldered between my legs. "Your seduction, Mr. Sinclair, is anything but subtle."

  He opened his eyes to lust-filled slits, watching me from his side of the camera, increasing the pace he worked his cock.

  "Now, now… you need to close your eyes, or you're gonna break the connection. Do you know what else I enjoyed about our time?"

  His words were breathy. "No, please tell me."

  "When I was on my knees, my lips around your cock, your fists entwined in my hair."

  "Oh, Katherine. I loved that too." His words punctuated with each stroke of his cock.

  "It wasn't just thrusting in and out of my mouth that made you wild, was it?"

  A heavy groan left his lips. "No."

  "It was me on my knees."

  "Yes."

  "It was me trusting you."

  "Yes."

  "My submission."

  "Oh, yes. But only because I want to give you back your power."

  "Tell me what you want, Lachlan?"

  He inhaled an audible breath. "I want you to realize what a beautiful person you are. I want to help you dream again—to hope. I want us to bring all those delicious thoughts you have to life. And I want you to…" He stopped.

  Afraid to allow him to continue, I didn't give him a chance to finish the thought. "Those are some lofty wants, Mr. Sinclair. Do you know what I want?" Seduction dripped from my words.

  "Oh, please, do tell."

  "I want to study you. Every breath. Every sigh. Each twitch of muscle. Each gasp. I want to watch you touch yourself."

  He shuddered with pleasure and let his head fall back to rest on his headboard. "Bloody hell. Katherine."

  "Show me what you like. Let me learn. When your fingers wrap around your cock, is your grip tight?"

  He hissed through his teeth. "Yes." His cock firmly clenched in his fist.

  "Do you stroke from base to tip? Or tip to base?"

  "Base to tip." His grasp firm and commanding.

  "Do you wet your palm and glide your hand over your cock, pretending it's my mouth?"

  "Fuck." He raised his hand to his mouth and licked his skin before drifting his fingers over his shaft. "Yes. Oh, God. Yes."

  "Do you smooth your thumb over the underside, imagining my tongue teasing you, tasting you?"

  His thumb did as I suggested. "Yes. So good." His hips rose and fell, pushing his cock through his fist.

  "Do you imagine me on my knees, begging you to come? Begging you to give me all of you?"

  "Yes. Katherine. Yes. Fuck."

  "Lachlan, let me watch you come. Let me see your face. When you're inside me, I'm so caught up in the feel of you I can't concentrate, but now, I can analyze your pleasure. Enjoy how your body reacts to my words. That's it, faster, Lachlan, show me."

  His jaw clenched. Legs stiffened. Muscles in his neck grew taut. With a groan on his lips, spurts of white erupted from his shaft, landing on his chest. His fist continued to milk his shaft until his hand slowed to a glide over his softening cock. He opened his eyes. His chest heaved with heavy breaths.

  "See… that's what I mean. That…you…Goddamn."

  "Are you at a loss for words, Mr. Sinclair?"

  "Yeah… I am. Give me a moment to collect my thoughts. I'd love to see you come undone."

  I smiled. "I'm going to have to take a rain check. It's really late here."

  "You are in so much trouble when I see you."

  "I hope so. Oh, and if I were there, I'd help clean you up…with my tongue."

  He ran his hand through his hair. "Bloody hell." He drew in a couple of deep breaths. "Thank you."

  I winked and grinned, completely satisfied I could bring him to orgasm without touching him. "My pleasure."

  "No, love, I'm afraid we're going to have to disagree. It's obviously my pleasure." He pointed to the cum all over his chest.

  "Trust me. I enjoyed it too." I yawned.

  He smiled. "I'm glad, but I should let you get some sleep."

  "I am pretty tired."

  "Katherine…"

  "Yes."

  "I love you." There was an awkward pause. "You don't have to say it. I just want you to know."

  I took a deep breath. I couldn't say the words with still so much weighing on my mind. But I wanted to. I wanted to believe it.

  I wished I could have captured his smile. There was nothing more beautiful.

  "Goodnight, love. Sweet dreams."

  "You too." I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and tried not to allow him to affect me so much. How could he be so sure of everything?

  11

  Visitation

  Several weeks had passed. Lachlan had been to Vancouver and back. We spent each night before bed with each other via video. With each distant encounter, our anticipation grew. I couldn't wait until I got to see him again.

  There were new leads in the case which made authorities think the suspect was back in California. Despite the suspect still running loose, Lachlan's production company decided to continue with the shooting schedule in Pittsburgh under increased security.

  Vicky and Kelly sat on my sofa, wine glass in hand.

  Kelly set her glass on the coffee table. "So, when will you get to see him again?"

  I couldn't hide my smile. "Either tomorrow or the next day. Even though they think things are safe, they are varying his schedule, so it's hard to predict."

  Vicky couldn't help herself. "Besides fucking like rabbits when he gets here, what are you planning on doing?"

  "Well, he probably won't be allowed to go in public just yet, so probably just that."

  Kelly rested her elbows on her knees. "You are going to let us meet him, right?"

  I poured more wine into my empty glass. "He wants to meet you both."

  Vicky all but bounced. "No fucking way."

  "Please, don't be too fangirly around him. It makes him nervous."

  Kelly's knees bounced with excitement as she tried to contain herself. "I'll try, but if he's everything you say…"

  "Just remember, he's my…" What was he?

  Vicky pulled her leg up under her. "Your boyfriend?"

  "I don't know. I guess. We're only having sex with each other. He said he loves me and invited me to come to stay with him after they catch this psycho, so I don't know. Does that make him my boyfriend?"

  Kelly gasped. "He told you he loves you? When? Has he said it more than once?"

  "He tells me every night before we hang up."

  Vicky brushed her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, I'd say boyfriend."

  Kelly chimed in. "I agree."

  The knock on the door almost caused me to spill my wine.

  I rose from my seat. "I'll be right back. Not sure who that would be at this time of night."

  Opening the door, I gasped. It was him. "You're here early." He didn't say anything, just cupped my face and crushed his mouth to mine while walking me backward through the door. He kicked the door closed then pinned me to it with his body. His mouth was hungry and unrelenting.

  I had forgotten how tall he was. How hard his body was. How big the arousal pressing against my stomach was.

  "I have missed you so much." Before I could respond, his tongue was in my mouth. So hard to fight my need to feel him like this against my need to tell him we had an audience. His hands were rough and needy, gasping me tight and holding me to him. One hand unfastened the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. I tried to say his name, but it died on a moan as he shoved his hand into my pants, his fingers finding me wet and ready. "Oh, good girl. I don't even need to warm you up." His smile held
the promise of everything wicked.

  "Lachlan, please. Stop. Please." I pressed my hand against his chest.

  He let go of me immediately, but his hand was still seated in my pants. "What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

  I smiled at him. "No, you were doing everything right, it's just… we have company." I leaned around him and nudged my head in Vicky and Kelly's direction, who stared back in utter shock.

  "Lachlan, meet my friends Vicky and Kelly. Vicky and Kelly, this is Lachlan."

  "Right…" He pulled his hand out of my pants and stood with his back straight. "I would offer to shake your hand, but…" He wiggled the fingers that had been inside me. "We'll sit and chat a bit, but first, I need to… speak…with Katherine alone for a moment." He looked back at me then stated, "Enjoy your wine, I'll return your hostess in a jiff if that's alright with you?"

  Starstruck, they both nodded, with wide eyes. It was the same look he got from the women on the plane.

  He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me toward my bedroom.

  When I glanced at Kelly, she mouthed, "Lucky bitch."

  Once inside the room, Lachlan picked up exactly where he left off. This time he immediately started working the jeans over my hips. "I'm sorry, but waiting isn't an option."

  "Aren't you afraid they'll hear us?"

  He nibbled my lower lip. "If I'm doing everything right, they better, but ask me if I care?"

  I chuckled. "I know you don't." I kicked off my shoes.

  "It will just add to their fantasy. I know by the looks they gave me, they'll love it." He worked my pants and panties down my legs. "I've been thinking about walking through that door and fucking you for the past six hours. I'm so bloody hard. We'll make it fast then take our time after they're gone, but I can't wait. I know it's terribly rude, but I can't find it in me to care. I need you, Katherine."

  I couldn't deny that I found his absolute wanton behavior arousing. His desperation was an aphrodisiac. I dropped to my knees, undoing his belt and pants.

  He grasped me by the arm, lifting. "Later… You've been teasing me for the past six weeks. I've watched you over and over again pleasure yourself, wishing it was my cock instead of your fingers. I need to feel you with nothing between us." He helped me up onto the bed and pulled out his cock without bothering to undress. His hand grasped the backs of my knees, forcing my legs back, opening me to his inspection. "Fuck, you're so ready." He dipped his head and gave one long lick across my sex before positioning himself at my entrance.

  I gazed up, loving this feral side of him. I couldn't help but taunt the beast. "Well, I've missed you too. The question is, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Sinclair?"

  He grasped his cock in one hand and teased the head over my sex. "You know exactly what I'm going to do."

  "Are you going to tease me all night, or you going fuck me?"

  A growl rumbled through his chest as he buried himself inside me. When he met my end, he stilled, muscles tense, a frenzy of need darkening his eyes.

  My hips were tilted, so I could see the moment he entered me. I moaned and squeezed my muscles around him.

  Another moan vibrated in his throat as he fought for control.

  "Go ahead, Lachlan. Let go. Fuck me. I'm not fragile. Take me."

  "I love you so much." He pulled out, then slammed into me, setting a fevered pace. His strokes were long, fast, and deep. "Yes… oh, fuck...yes…" He bit his lip.

  Unhinged Lachlan Sinclair had me so fucking turned on. It wouldn't take much. I arched my back and replaced his hands on the back of my knees, holding me open for him, freeing his hands.

  He immediately grabbed my breast, squeezing. "You are so fucking sexy."

  I gasped as he hit just the right spot.

  "Yes. That's it." His other hand slid up and down over my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "That's my girl. Come on. Give me what I want."

  My legs shook, and I cried out, "Oh, Lachlan, fuck. Yes. So good."

  His thrusts grew more forceful as he pushed past my tightening orgasm, ushering me through to bliss. He stared at me, waiting for my confirmation with the final quakes he lowered his body onto mine, his cock making sharp syncopated thrusts deep inside me while his mouth devoured mine.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips, urging him on.

  His lips hovered over mine, opening around sharp gasps. "Katherine… I…" He tossed his head back, lungs seeking air. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, crushing me to his chest. It felt as though he were trying to climb into my skin. On a long moan, his cock slowed, pulsing, spilling hot and wet inside me. His hips continued his subtle rhythm while he caught his breath and loosened his grip on me.

  Grasping the base of his cock and stroking, he stayed inside me until every drop was given. For a moment, he pulled out, peering at the slickness between my thighs. A look of pride and fascination lined his gorgeous features. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he pushed back into me then pulled out to go through the motions again.

  "God… the other night, when you touched yourself, I was dying to see what it would look like after I came inside you." He withdrew his cock and dipped one finger into me. "You make me feel so…I don't know. Like you're mine, Katherine. I want to claim you in every way. I want to hear you say it. You can fall in love with me on your own schedule, but I need to know you're mine." He slid his cock back in. "Say it."

  "I'm yours."

  "Good girl." He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'll do everything in my power to make sure you will never regret it." A tender dance of lips on lips. "I should help you get cleaned up so we can mingle with your friends. He pulled out all the way this time and climbed off the bed, offering me a hand.

  After a much needed clean up, we emerged from the bedroom.

  Lachlan walked to the couch beside Vicky and Kelly, who were both red-faced but still starry-eyed. "My apologies, ladies, it was a very long flight, and I needed a bit of a… break."

  Vicky, Kelly, and I had a history of wild drunken parties, so our little tryst wouldn't bother them. Vicky even went to the sex club Daniel, and I belonged to, once upon a time. So when she challenged Lachlan, I couldn't hide my smile.

  Vicky cleared her throat. "You didn't get the door closed. We uh...heard you…Kelly may have even had a looksie."

  I rounded the couch with a new bottle of wine, filling everyone's glasses and handing one to Lachlan.

  Lachlan leaned back in his seat, spreading his arms over the back of the loveseat. "I would say I'm sorry, but I should probably say, in this case, you're welcome, since I notice you're still here."

  Vicky beamed over at Lachlan, batting her lashes as if she were bashful. "We're sorry for not respecting your..."

  Kelly slapped Vicky's arm. "No, we're not. Dude, you fuck like a stallion — nothing to be ashamed of. And if anyone deserves it, it's Kate. She's our girl. Plus, cockblocking that cock would have been inexcusable. Yeah, I might have had more than a peek. Talk about some serious spank bank material."

  He laughed, reaching out to grab my hand, and pulled me along to sit beside him on the loveseat. "Katherine did tell you, it's all her fault, right? She has been an insatiable tease since we've been apart."

  I gawked at him, pretending to be offended by his accusation. "I beg to differ. I don't just tease, I deliver. You always get a happy ending from my stories." After the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake.

  He cupped my face and gazed into my eyes as though Vicky and Kelly didn't exist. "Do you mean it? Do you mean you'll give us a happy ending?" His lips were just out of reach of mine.

  I breathed against his mouth. "You knew what I meant, but yes, I'm tired of resisting you."

  He kissed me slow and sensual, tugging me onto his lap.

  Kelly chimed in. "Fuck, Katherine. How could you possibly think he only wanted a one night stand? Dude, you've got it bad for her."

  His eyes locked on mine, he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I do. I really do
." A quick kiss and he turned his attention to Vicky and Kelly. "Thank you for helping set her straight. I owe you two."

  Vicky lifted her chin proudly. "Our pleasure. Our Kate can be a bit too pragmatic for her own good. Thanks for not giving up on her."

  "I won't." The love in his eyes was overwhelming.

  Kelly was always one to push the issue. "So, how are you two gonna make this work?"

  "I'm not sure…"

  He answered for me. "Well, as soon as the psychopath who wants me dead is caught, Katherine can be with me as much as she can stand me." He smoothed his fingers over my cheek. "Figured you might want to travel with me for a while. When we decide to start our family, you can decide where you want us to live, but I'd love to take you to meet my family in London sometime soon."

  "Woah… Kate, family? I had no idea. You two aren't engaged, are you?"

  "What? Uh.. no. Nothing like that."

  Lachlan ran his hand up and down my back. "I wouldn't think of asking her now. It would just scare her off, but I've spent a very long time in relationships that didn't work, and in every case, I knew it from the beginning. What I have with Katherine is different. I knew on the plane she was going to be important to me. Maybe not true love at first sight, but I knew she'd change my life. Sometimes when you feel something, you just know. There are no decisions that need to be made for me. I just have to be patient and wait for her to catch up." He kissed me.

  Kelly pointed at me. "Kate, don't fuck this up with your no happily-ever-after bullshit."

  Lachlan wrapped his arms around me. "I won't let her."

  Vicky sipped her Zinfandel. "I just can't believe this. What are you two going to do while you're here?"

  Lachlan smoothed his hands over my arms. "Well, I have to spend a lot of time on location, but outside that, I plan to be in bed with Katherine." He pressed a kiss to my neck.

  A wide grin pulled at Vicky's lips. Winking at me, she rose from the sofa, strolled to the kitchen, and rinsed out her glass. She cocked a brow at Kelly and nudged her head toward the door. "We should probably be going."

  Kelly didn't seem to share the sentiment but rose anyway. "Yeah…"

  I wiggled out of Lachlan's grasp and walked them both to the door.