Suddenly Trouble (Dirty Texas Book 4)

by JA Low

  “Fuck yes, this is what I needed,” he groans as he continues, oblivious to what is standing right behind him. She pushes him off and he turns around and sees me.

  “Fuck, Issy. It’s not what it looks like.”

  “Not what it looks like?” I repeat the words, frozen in shock. “It looks like you are fucking someone that isn’t your fiancée.” He fumbles with his pants.

  “I know that is what it looks like, but…we were…just practicing for a scene. Our next scene after break is our sex scene and…”

  “Oh shut the fuck up will you. Do you seriously think I am stupid?” I take off my engagement ring and throw it at him. “Here have it, I realize it means nothing to you.” Tears begin to fall down my cheeks, my stomach feels like it’s about to throw up my breakfast. He just stares at the diamond ring laying on the floor. Then his face changes, fury flashes across him, his top lip curls in a snarl.

  “Not like you’ve been faithful this whole time.” My jaw hits the floor. What in the actual fuck? “You’re the one touring with fucking rock stars.” Because it’s my fucking job. “With one you were, no not were, are still in love with.” This surprises me, I had no idea he felt like this. I’m angry. I told him about Finn and I because I thought I was going to be spending the rest of my life with this man. How dare he turn his cheating around on me. How dare he blame me.

  “If I’d known we could fuck other people. I would have gladly been fucking Finn.” Liam’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Maybe then I would’ve been satisfied.” It was a low blow but all I see is red at the moment.

  “I know what it feels like to feel unsatisfied.” That stung, that really stung. “Do you honestly think this is the first time?” Is he seriously asking me this? “I’ve fucked around with every single co-star I’ve had. Couple of PAs too, the odd make-up artists, some reporters, you name it, I’ve fucked them all.”

  “Hey, stop that.” The girl grabs Liam’s arm but he just shrugs her off.

  “This is all your fault, Issy, you’re never here when I need you. You’re always with them.” I stand there in shock. This person spewing these horrible things at me I don’t know who he is. I’ve never seen this side of Liam before. How can you be so wrong about someone you thought you knew so well? “You have no right to be angry at me. You made me do this. You,” he screams at me. I see red, how fucking dare he blame his infidelity on me. Walking straight up to him, I clock him in the nose, the crunch of cartilage echoes through the trailer, blood gushes everywhere.

  “Holy shit,” Denny’s voice squeals behind me, the little dumpy man stands there stunned, looking at the scene playing out in front of him. His brown eyes looking between the naked woman in the bed, Liam with just his jeans on, blood streaming down his chest, a slew of curse words falling from his lips and then to me whose face probably looks like I am seconds away from committing murder.

  “Did you know he was fucking her?” I question Denny. He shakes his head violently and I can see the genuine surprise on his face. “Guessing he doesn’t hate her after all. Who knew he was such a great actor.” I push past Denny and stomp down the stairs of the trailer. I hear Liam yelling at Denny to help him. I walk past a shocked crew and straight out the gate.

  “Where to, Miss Eriksen?” my driver asks me. I give him the address then cry my eyes out. How the hell could I have been so stupid?

  9

  Finn

  There is a buzz at my gate, I’ve come home early so none of my staff are on duty to answer it. I look out my bedroom window and see a black town car at my gate. Who the hell is it?

  “I have a Miss Eriksen here,” the driver says into the intercom. What on earth is Isla doing here? I buzz them in and make my way down to the front door. Wasn't she supposed to be seeing Liam this morning? The town car stops on the graveled driveway and before the driver has time to open her door she is out of it and running into my arms. She’s sobbing. What on earth is going on? I pick her up in my arms and close the door behind us, her face is buried against my naked chest. I was about to go to bed when she buzzed, so I’m wearing my grey sweatpants. I walk us into my living room and sit down on my leather couch, she is cradled in my arms, her salty tears falling down over my chest.

  “Issy, what’s happened?” She doesn’t move for a long while. She eventually lifts her face up to me, her eyes are bloodshot, her mascara is running down over her cheeks leaving black streaks, she looks devastated, but so beautiful. “Babe, what happened?” I watch as she tries and forms the words over her sobbing. This scene is taking me back nine years when the last time she was crying in my arms was because some boy broke her heart.

  “Liam.” My stomach sinks and the adrenaline begins to pump through my veins at her mentioning his name.

  “What did he do to you?” I rub my thumb across her cheeks removing the streaks of mascara and tears. I’m going to kill him; whatever he has done I’m going to fucking kill him. Then when Oscar finds out he is going to bring him back to life just to kill him all over again, but that time he is going to make sure it’s a slow and painful death. She shakes her head, unable to tell me what’s going on. Then her lips are on mine, pressing ever so softly against my own. I freeze, not sure what to do because her closeness is so unexpected. It’s been a long time since I’ve had her lips on mine.

  “I need you, Finn. Please. I need you so much. You’re the only man that can help me. Please.” The desperation in her voice kills me, of course I would do anything for her, anything.

  “What do you need?” I whisper.

  “You.” I’m taken aback. It’s been years since we have been together like that, but looking at her coming apart in my arms, those ice-blue eyes imploring me to help her, how could I not.

  “You have me.” I echo the words she said to me the night we lost our virginity together.

  “Take me to your bed,” Isla commands me. I pick her up again, she wraps her legs around my waist. I rush through the house as quickly as possible before whatever spell is happening breaks. I take the stairs as quickly as I can, she giggles as she bounces against me, my dick twitching with anticipation. Thankfully, the cleaner has been here and my room is clean, with fresh sheets. I fall backward onto the bed, disappearing into the duvet, Isla falls against me with a squeal. Luckily she’s wearing a dress and her legs fall on either side of me, her hands resting at my shoulders as we stop and look at each other.

  “I’ll make you feel better, Issy.”

  “You always do, Finn,” she says with a watery smile. I push my sweatpants to my knees, thankfully I’ve gone commando. I push her underwear to the side, which makes her smile. My fingers graze her tender flesh before sinking two fingers deep inside of her. My eyes close for a moment absorbing the feeling of her warmth wrapped around them. It’s been too long.

  “You feel so good.” My fingers begin to move inside of her, each flex making her hum.

  “I’ve missed this,” Isla confesses. “Your fingers, I’ve missed them, you always know how to…” She lets out a groan as I find that sensitive bundle of nerves that sets her off. I continue to caress and rub against them, feeling her tighten with each delicious stroke. I’m making her use my hand as her very own personal sex toy. “Yes, oh God yes, Finn.” She squirms as she tightens around me. “Yes, oh shit yes,” she continues muttering words of encouragement as her pussy continues to convulse around my fingers, until she can’t take it any longer. Her body stiffening as she crashes over the edge, her orgasm relaxing her as she sags against me, thoroughly sated. I pull my fingers reluctantly from her and lick them clean, her eyes melting at the intimate sight.

  “You still taste the way I remember, so fucking sweet.” I savor her, committing her scent to memory again.

  “Finn Connolly. Dirty talker, who knew?” Isla raises a brow at me.

  “I’m no longer the boy you remember, Issy,” I say, staring up at her. “Want me to show you the man I’ve become?” Giving her an arrogant wink, she sucks in her bottom lip, thinkin
g about my question. I see the moment she gives in, her pupils flaring with lust and mischief. I flip her onto her back, making her squeal and giggle. I pull off her dress and throw it to the floor then peel off her ruined underwear, which join it. She sits up onto her elbows watching my every move, her eyes falling to my dick as I undress her. I know she misses it; I can see it in her eyes. I reach for a condom and go to sheath myself.

  “Let me.” Her eyes big and round like saucers.

  “Of course.” I sit back onto my heels, my dick pointing proudly to the sky.

  “You have grown.” Her eyes stare at me. “Thicker.” Her hand wraps around me, making me hiss.

  “Like I said, I’m a man now.”

  “I see.” Her hand moves up and down my shaft, teasing me. “I like,” she mumbles. I feel her lips on the crown, sinking ever so slowly over the taunt skin.

  “Isla,” I say her name, a name that I’ve only ever allowed myself to say in the safety of my home, usually when it is my own hand wrapped around my dick. Just like every single fantasy I’ve had of her as an adult. She sucks me into her tiny mouth, not all of me but enough that it feels fucking perfect. Her golden locks glistening in the morning light as she bobs between my legs. My fingers sinking into the silky strands, anchoring myself there, holding her, guiding her further down my dick. Maybe I’m dreaming, because this can’t possibly be happening to me. Her nails scrap across my balls, white hot heat shoots up my spine, no, I’m not dropping my load in her mouth, that can be round two. I’ve waited way too long for us to be together like this, I need to be snug inside of her cunt when I come. I pull her head back, and she pops off my dick. “I need to be inside of you.” She nods, her eyes are filled with desire. I grab the long forgotten condom from the bed and put it on me. I push her back against the bed and position myself between her legs. My hand runs up her side and over her breast. Our eyes meet as I nudge her opening. Slowly, I move and sink into her. Her eyes close and a tiny moan leaves her lips. I sink further into her, feeling every single inch of her until I cannot go any further; we are one.

  Isla’s eyes open and her ice blues pierce me.

  “I’ve missed this.” Slowly, I start moving inside of her.

  “I’ve missed being fucked by you, Finn.”

  “Who’s the dirty talker now?”

  “I guess I’ve grown up too.” I enter her again, both of us hissing at our connection. Her legs move higher, giving me deeper access, her fingers gripping my ass as I push in as deep as I can, marking her, reminding her that no man can or will ever please her like I can. No one. “Harder, Finn, please, harder.” I give the lady what she wants, I give her all of me, everything that I have is hers, until I see stars. The room has gone blank, I can’t hear a thing, and then suddenly it comes back into focus like a technicolor dream.

  “That was…”

  “Fantastic,” I finish for her, making us both laugh. I brush her golden locks from her face and just stare at her because I am allowed to. We both enjoy the moment, knowing before too long it will be all over and the reality of why she was on my front door step crying will pull us apart again. “Come, let’s have a shower.”

  “Do you still have your tub?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I have been dying to use it in forever,” she confesses.

  “Then let’s have a bath.”

  The tub can fit three people in it, actually more but that doesn’t matter at this moment. My hands are massaging the knots from Isla’s shoulders.

  “Are we going to talk about why you are here?” Isla tenses “I know you’re not a cheater, Issy. So, I’m not sure why today happened.”

  “Did you not want to?”

  “Hey, hey.” I turn her around in my lap. “How could I ever say no to you,” I tell her. “But you have a fiancé.”

  “Actually, I don’t.” I still. “I gave him the ring back.” She wiggles her naked finger at me.

  “Why?”

  “Because I caught him fucking his co-star.” My eyes widen. Oh shit. Oscar is going to kill him. Dead man walking.

  “Fuck, Issy. I’m sorry.” I pull her against me.

  “Oscar was right, the rumors about Liam were all true.”

  “You know you can’t always believe the tabloids,” I remind her. We all know about the whole Vivian Wright scandal that imploded my life, none of that was true.

  “Yeah, but I can believe what was coming out of his mouth. He hasn’t been faithful our whole entire relationship.” Isla bursts out crying. “Then he said he did it because I’ve been fucking you this whole entire time.”

  “But we haven’t.”

  “I know. I told him that. It doesn’t matter now. He’s fucked every woman and her dog in Hollywood it seems.”

  “Babe.” I pull her against me again.

  “I know, I just…”

  “I was a revenge fuck.”

  “No!” she says quickly. “That wasn’t the reason why I came over.” Her cheeks turn pink remembering what we just did. “I feel safe when I’m with you.” My heart thunders in my chest. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I lean in and give her a kiss, a slow, comforting kiss, our foreheads pressed against one another. “Then I realized you were wearing sweatpants.” She pulls away from me and gives me a smirk. “You always look hot in sweatpants.” This makes me laugh and my dick hard. Note to self, wear sweatpants around Isla. “And maybe there was a portion of me that wanted to get back at Liam by sleeping with you.” I arch a brow at her. “It’s petty, I know. I’m sorry, Finn.” I put my hands up in the air.

  “I’m not complaining, darlin’.” She slaps my chest lightly as she laughs.

  “You’re such a pig.”

  “But you loved it.” I grab her, pulling her hard against me. “Maybe a pig that you might want to…fuck again.” Her eyes widen as my dick twitches.

  “We shouldn’t,” she protests but there is no strength behind her words.

  “Are you sure about that?” I rub her against me, my dick perking up as the water sloshes around us.

  “Finn,” she squeals as my dick slides against her pussy.

  “Use me.”

  “Finn, no.” She seems shocked by my request.

  “I mean it, Is. Let me take care of you.” My teeth sink into the sensitive flesh on her neck. “I can make you feel better, baby.” I tell her, because it’s the truth. Her hand disappears beneath the water and wraps around my dick.

  “Just for today,” she warns me. “This can’t happen again.” I agree we are playing with fire as it is.

  “I promise you we’ll be stronger by tomorrow.” She nods in agreement.

  “Give me everything you’ve got, Finn,” she demands. Damn right I will and I do.

  10

  Finn

  “Shit.” I jump out of bed. “Oscar is coming over; he’s looking for you.”

  “Fuck.” Isla quickly jumps out of my bed, still naked, her bottom red from where I enjoyed spanking her. Last night was crazy, it was like every single fantasy we’ve ever had of each other, we did. I don’t think I’ve come so much in my whole entire life. I lost count, we both did. But now Oscar is coming over because the story’s broken about Liam cheating on Isla. Half asleep, I stupidly told him she was here when he couldn’t find her. Cue big brother to the rescue.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” Isla runs around trying to put her dress back on, her shredded underwear not worth putting on as she shoves it into her pocket.

  “Go next door and mess up one of the guest rooms so it looks like you slept there last night.” Isla nods but doesn’t move, panic has frozen her to the spot. “I’m going to run downstairs, grab your bag which is still sitting by the front door. Make sure everything doesn't look like we fucked all night.” I walk over and pull her to me with a kiss. “I don’t think I’m going to get a chance again to kiss you like that.” She kisses me back. “Back to old Finn and Isla again.”

  “I…” I place my finger on her lips.

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��Last night was fantastic but it is what it is.” She frowns. “But anytime you need that kind of one on one friendly help, just know I’m only happy to help.” I give her a wink, which makes her laugh. “Come on, before your brother adds me to the body count today.” Both of us run through the house like crazy. Thankfully, there were no clothes anywhere, we straightened up some chairs and cushions and wiped down most surfaces.

  Ding dong.

  “Shit, that’s him.” Isla freaks out. “I don't want to look like I have guilt written all over my face.”

  “Stay calm. Pretend to be sad. You broke up with Liam yesterday.” She nods as if she’d forgotten the reason for her visit.

  “Let me get the door.” She rushes toward the front door, opens it and jumps into Oscars arms and hugs him tight. He mutters to her in German and she hugs him tighter. Isla eventually let’s go of him and follows him into my home.

  “Thank you, man, for looking after her. I was so worried when I heard and couldn’t find her. Thanks for being there for her.” He pats me on the back. First time in my life I’ve felt guilty for lying to my best friend. I don’t say a word. Oscar walks in and sits down in the living room, on my couch. My mind wanders for a split second about what I did to Isla on that couch last night after I had her in my bed, in my bath, on the kitchen bench. “So, how are we going to take this guy down?” Oscar folds his large arms over his chest.

  “No, there will be no taking him down,” Isla jumps in.

  “Issy, he hurt you. He must pay.”

  “He’s right, I think we need to talk to him.” Isla glares at me for agreeing with her over protective brother. She places her hands on her hips and points to the both of us.

  “No, you will not do a thing. He is not worth it. Plus, think of the press. Vanessa would kill you both.” This is true, she would, but I also think she would totally be down with us kicking Liam’s ass.