by Maggie Marr
“You will never be disposable.”
I stepped closer. The pad of my thumb brushed over her bottom lip. With my possessive touch a breath hissed from her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and she bit down on her bottom lip. I wanted that lip. I wanted the body that was now inches from me. Her pulse fluttered. Heat licked out from her. My fingertip trailed from her lip down over her throat, over her top, between her breasts, down her belly, to the edge of her shorts. My hand flattened and skimmed across her belly and slid under the elastic of her shorts.
“All I do is think about you,” I said. My voice was rough.
I wanted to yank her to me and bury myself in her. Bury myself and never come out. Carry her to my room and lock the door forever so that no one but me ever saw her, no one but me could touch her, no one but me could be near her. Lane made me feel barbaric and possessive. My fingertips found the edge of her panties and I slipped my fingers down and felt the soft fuzz of her. I pulled her forward. Our lips nearly touched. I let my finger press onto her clit.
“I want you, Lane,” I said.
Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her tank top and against my bare chest. I wanted her naked against my body.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I said.
I smelled the sweetness of her breath, which was rapid against my skin. She gave little gasps of pleasure as I pushed my finger onto her clit. Her eyelids fluttered and her head tilted to the side. I pressed again, more insistent. Her gaze latched onto mine, hot and fierce, as though something inside her, something she’d only recently been introduced to, awakened within her.
“Do you understand me,” I whispered in her ear. My fingertip pressed and rolled against her hot wet spot. I could barely take standing here. “This,” I said and pressed harder, “is mine.”
A low moan came from her throat. I couldn’t take anymore. Forget the towel. I grabbed her and scooped her up and carried her to my room. I placed her on my bed and my lips were on hers. I wanted her. I needed her. I wanted to consume her. I pressed my lips to her mouth and with a gasp her lips opened to me and our tongues entangled. I explored her mouth. My hands pressed up over her body.
“Take it off,” she whispered. I pulled her tank top over her head and unclasped her bra. Her pretty breasts with the tight pink nipples begged to be sucked. I’d thought of these breasts for days. Dreamed of licking them, sucking them, letting her nipple slide in and out of the heat of my mouth. I buried my lips against her breasts. I suckled one nipple while my hand cupped her other breast. I nipped her and then comforted the spot with my tongue. She moaned and her hips rocked upward into my hard cock.
“Baby, slow it down.”
My lips pressed against her belly as my hand continued to knead her breast. Again her hips rolled beneath me. I slid my hand under her shorts and cupped that perfect ass. I pulled her shorts down over her hips. Her pretty lace panties barely covered the spot I wanted. I spread her legs with my hand.
I pressed my lips to the fabric of her panties. “Damn, baby, you are so wet.”
“Please Dillon, please,” she gasped out.
My poor precious girl, she wasn’t even sure yet what she wanted but I wanted to give it to her. I peeled the panties from her skin and a gasp came from her. I spread her legs and placed one knee over each of my shoulders. Her body tensed. I knew no one had ever been this close to her pussy before, this was so intimate. I looked up at her—she had to see the want in my eyes, the desire, the fact that I loved being the only man who’d had his face between her legs. I wanted to always be the only man who touched her here.
“Baby, it’s beautiful,” I said. I flicked my tongue along the edges of her lips. She gasped and her hips pressed upward. I pressed them back down and gently opened the folds of her. I kissed along the edge, so wet. “Baby, you taste so good.”
Her breath was so short, so shallow, and I was rock hard. I fought the voice in my head that screamed for me to roll upward and shove my cock into her hard and fast. I wanted so much more for her; I wanted to make her come with my hands, my mouth, my lips, my tongue. I wanted to taste her and tantalize her and make her feel so safe and secure that when I finally did plant myself into her, she would never want anyone but me. I would wait for that release. I would wait as long as it took to get that release.
I licked along the edge of her folds. I licked along the circular opening that I wanted to fill.
“Dillon, please, Dillon.”
Her hands grabbed my hair and her hips rolled beneath me, which only made me want her more. I wanted to please her. I pressed my lips onto her clit and kissed the hot nub and sucked it, rolling my tongue over her.
“Ohhhh,” she yelled.
I pressed two fingers into her hot wet pussy. “Baby, come for me, please baby, I want to feel you come,” I said, then let my mouth suck her pussy.
Her hips rolled and her nails dug into my shoulders. Her tight pussy clenched around my fingers as she bucked and rolled and trembled. I watched her face from between her legs. Her beautiful face contorted and twisted with deep pleasure. My tongue slipped over her clit, dancing with it. Her body lost all control at the mere touch of my tongue. I was sure I would never in my life see anything as sexy again.
Lane
My body exploded into a thousand fragmented shards. Tiny bits of sparkling pleasure as his tongue rolled between my legs. He sucked and the heat slid through me while his fingers deep inside me throbbed up and back. My hips rolled. I felt each touch, each bit of heat, and I shattered again and again and again. My body trembled as my muscles shook.
“Dillon, oh my God, Dillon,” I called in a voice barely recognizable as my own. I came over and over again.
He pulled his mouth away from me and was over me, his lips on mine. For the first time I tasted myself on his lips. He was so big, so hard, between us. I knew what he wanted, I knew what he needed. I clutched him with both hands. My grasp was automatic, instinctual. So long and so hard, the flesh along his penis was springy and soft. His head fell forward with pleasure.
“Oh baby, I…” His belly tightened and he bit his lip. “I can’t take it.”
He trembled. This big beautiful man trembled with my touch.
“I want you inside me,” I whimpered.
I’d never asked anyone to have sex with me. I’d only just had my second orgasm, given to me by another person, and I wanted to feel Dillon inside me. I had a deep need to feel him push against me, to have his hard shaft penetrate me deep and let me ride him.
“Not yet, baby,” Dillon said. His voice was a hoarse whisper as though he could barely get the words out of his mouth.
I stroked him. He was so hard, so big. I’d never touched a man’s penis before.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
He pulled himself to the side of me, and I watched his face as my hands stroked up and down. He opened his eyes and watched me. I grasped from the base of his cock to the tip.
“Like that?” I asked. I didn’t know if I was doing it right. I didn’t want to hurt him, but it seemed so hard, so strong, so male.
“God yes, baby,” he said.
His breath shortened with my touch. I stroked faster. I pulled harder. A moan came over his lips and his hips arched upward. I licked my lips. I knew what I wanted to do but it was so big. Fear trickled through my body. I bent forward and kissed the rounded head. A tiny speck of liquid came from the tip of him.
“Baby, oh, baby, you’re going to make me come!”
A thrill raced through my body. A feeling of power and beauty. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to see this gorgeous man weak with desire, desire for me.
I pressed another kiss to his shaft. I opened my mouth. My lips surrounded the end and sucked along the head of him. He tensed and I looked up as his eyes widened. He watched me. His hand was on my shoulder and his mouth was open. His face was ravaged and shadowed. He wanted me. Only me.
I pressed my mouth farther down along his shaft, inserting
him into my mouth. I watched him. His gaze never left mine, I felt him holding himself back, holding tight, holding himself from shoving his shaft deep into my throat. Instead, I slid my mouth up and back, and with each slick motion, I got farther down, closer to the base. I reached around and grasped his balls. I pressed and he jolted.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” he said as if warning me. “Now, baby, I’m gonna come, oh my God, Lane, yes baby, yes baby now.”
I pressed deeper and held his cock in my mouth. I wanted to take him, I wanted to swallow. I sucked. The hot semen hit the back of my throat and the tip of his penis was in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked and swallowed the salty taste that was warm in my throat. I watched him; I wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made me feel. His whole body jolted and shook. I let my mouth slowly run up his shaft and I released him from my lips. He trembled and reached out his arms to me and I fell onto his chest. Not sure. Feeling uncertain. I didn’t know what I was doing. Of course I’d heard my girlfriends talk about giving head, but I’d never done it.
I looked up at him. His arms held me so tight, so close, as though he would never let me go.
“My little Laney,” he whispered. He kissed the top of my head.
“Was it…” I didn’t know how to ask. I wasn’t sure what to ask.
“Was it?” Dillon pulled back and looked down at me. “Lane, it was amazing. You are amazing. I can’t… I mean… I would never expect you to do that, ever, but it was… it was the best thing I’ve ever had.”
A small smile curved across my lips. I settled my head onto his chest. “I’ve never…” Again the blush flushed my neck and cheeks. I shook my head in embarrassment. “I’ve never done any of it before.”
“Baby, I am the luckiest man on the planet and I want to do everything to prove to you that while I know I’m not worthy of you, I will do my damnedest to try to be.”
The confusion I’d felt after the conversation with Taylor resurfaced with Dillon’s words. Sex couldn’t change the fears I had, could it? He must have felt me tense or seen the fear slide across my face. Dillon lifted my chin with his hand and forced me to meet his gaze.
“Lane, there is no one else. I don’t want anyone else, and I am not going to get tired of you.”
I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to believe his words. I needed to believe his words because I didn’t want to leave Dillon, but so much of my life seemed to now rest in his hands. What Amanda had said was true—the industry was a small town in a big city and people talked. Everyone but me, it would seem, knew what Dillon did with his readers—so of course everyone would assume that Dillon and I were doing the same things—and now we were. I wondered if he’d ever told those girls that he wanted them forever? That he was going to prove to them that they were special? I wanted to believe him—I wanted him. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Dillon’s arms tightened around me. I couldn’t solve these questions now, so I surrendered to the warmth of his arms around me.
Chapter 17
Dillon
“She’s not leaving,” I said to Choo.
He leaned against the door that led into the kitchen with his arms crossed. I stirred the red sauce.
“Ever.”
“What did you do?”
A guilty look flashed across my face. I worried that my little brother wouldn’t be pleased with me and Lane being together.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” His brow furrowed and anger simmered in his eyes.
“I’m not going to discuss this relationship—”
“Relationship? Dillon, you’ve never had a relationship with a woman. You sleep with them and then leave them. I like Lane. I specifically picked her so you wouldn’t sleep with her. She’s too good, too pure, too kind. I want her as my friend.”
A giant block hardened in my belly with each of my brother’s words. All that he said was true of my past, but none of his words were true of my future with Lane.
“Okay, you’re right.” I let my hard gaze halt his words. “I have slept with women and tossed them aside, but those women weren’t Lane. She’s different. I get it.”
My gaze shifted back to the sauce. I’d never let myself get attached, feel for a woman in any sort of way, not before now. I’d been too focused on my career, on protecting Choo, but Lane hadn’t given me a choice. She was like some kind of drug that I needed.
Choo walked to the kitchen island and planted his hands, palms down, on the marble top. “Are you telling me that you’re in love with Lane?”
“Love? What the hell, Choo?” I turned toward the boiling pasta and grabbed for the oven mitts. “It hasn’t been long enough to be love.”
Had it?
“You’re cooking for her,” Choo said and a tiny smile curled around his lips. He swiped his finger in the red sauce. “I’ve never seen you cook for a woman, much less let one stay anywhere near you once you’ve slept with her.”
“I didn’t sleep with her,” I said, my voice soft.
“But you’re cooking for her.”
I dumped the hot pasta into the colander and the steam billowed upward. “Cooking for Lane does not mean I’m in love.”
Did I love Lane? Could I love anyone but my little brother? Did I have the time or patience to love someone? And wasn’t I too big of an asshole to actually be loved?
“Right,” Choo said. He twisted his lips into a pucker and plucked one eyebrow upward, giving me a knowing look like he could read the future.
I dumped the pasta into a bowl and my phone rang. I swiped my hands over a kitchen towel and then answered. “Hey, Webber.”
“I know you just got back from location and you’re probably wrecked, but Boom Boom and I have big news,” Webber said.
“Darling,” Boom Boom cooed, “welcome back from the heat and the sand.”
“Hey,” I said. I nodded at Choo for him to finish dinner and he waved to me, already working on the salad. I slipped out the back door toward the yard. “So what’s up?”
“Listen, darling, I just got a call from Kiley Kepner’s people,” Boom Boom said, “and they want you to attend the Mission Ranger premiere with Kiley.”
My heartbeat skipped upward and a ball of anxiety burrowed into my belly. Kiley was a huge star, hot and on the rise. She was also my costar in the Steve Legend film I was scheduled to film after Offend and Defend, if and when my deal closed.
“I haven’t met her yet.”
“Right,” Boom Boom said. I could hear her typing on her computer in the background. “Darling, this isn’t meant to be a love match. The two of you together at the premiere is meant to be a publicity event. Get everyone talking, speculating, thinking that the two of you are a couple. We want the fans to believe there is something going on. We want them to need to know more about you because Kiley digs you.”
I glanced up toward Lane’s balcony door. Shit. How did I explain this to Lane?
“Dude, don’t pass this up,” Webber said. “This is huge. You’ll be seen with the hottest star in town. Your name will be all over every magazine for weeks, and just as your first film premieres? This is a golden opportunity. You can’t buy this kind of publicity. Plus if you do this for Kiley, it completely solidifies your position in the Legend film.”
My heart hammered in my chest. Success in the film business was what I wanted. I wanted a career. My success would guaranteed my and Choo’s freedom and security. Lane would have to understand—I would have to make her understand.
“Sure, why not?” I closed my eyes. I channeled the guy I had always been, the guy that did everything for himself, for his career. The guy that suddenly I wasn’t sure I still was.
“Perfect,” Boom Boom said. “I’ll chat with Kiley’s people. I think the best first time for you two to be seen together will be a couple of days before the premiere. Whet the tabs’ appetites. Then they’ll be all over you two on the red carpet.”
“Great.” My heart dropped farther down my chest cavity with every one of Boom Boom’s wo
rds.
“Also, don’t forget the photo spread and interview with ET Insider,” Boom Boom said. “Tomorrow at noon. You got the details?”
“Yep. The e-mail came through while I was in the desert.”
“Great, can’t wait to see the photos. You always look delicious in photos, darling.” Boom Boom made a purring sound as though she wanted to reach through the phone and rub up against me. “Gotta jump. boys, I’ll call you with details on the Kepner thing soon.” Boom Boom clicked off the line.
“Dude, this is huge!” Webber said.
This was huge. I glanced back up toward Lane’s balcony, but maybe not in the way I wanted it to be huge.
“Every woman in America is going to know who you are and every man in America is going to want to be you. Action star, dating the hottest woman in the world! Get ready for the rocket ride,” Webber said.
Yeah, soon I was definitely going to be riding a rocket.
Lane
Dillon had cooked for me. When I walked onto the back patio and saw the table set with flowers and candles and dinner, my heart kathwapped against my ribs. I sat between Dillon and Choo at the table and listened to them tease each other about growing up together and their childhood. There was a lot of love and a lot of laughter between them. I twirled my fork in my pasta. This night, these moments, felt like being a part of a family. A heat burned the back of my eyes, I hadn’t felt like I was part of a family since my mom died.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Dillon reached out his hand and placed it on the back of my hand.
My gaze bounced up at him and then I turned toward Choo. His eyes watched his brother’s fingers and then his gaze met mine. A slow smile curled around his lips.
“I guess it was inevitable. I couldn’t resist you the minute I met you in HR, why would I think he could?” Choo said.
A weight I didn’t even know I carried lifted from my mind. I’d been worried, scared that I would lose my closest friend in L.A. when I got involved with Dillon, but I couldn’t help getting involved. I couldn’t have stopped myself—I’d tried to stop myself, but the attraction, the want to be close to Dillon, no matter the cost, was too strong for me to repel. My attraction to Dillon was so powerful, so intense, that I’d risked my entire Hollywood future to see where this relationship between the two of us would go.