by Maggie Marr
He rolled over onto me. His eyes never left mine and he spread my thighs with his knee. He held his body above mine. His strong arms, arms that I wanted to remain lost in for a lifetime, were on either side of me. His tattoo was next to my face. I loved the shape of it; I loved the shape of him. His hard, flat belly pressed against mine and I felt the tip of his penis nudging my thigh. He bent forward and his lips grasped at mine. I clasped the back of his head with my hands and pulled my fingers through his thick black hair.
My hips arched upward, anticipating him, wanting him without really understanding what I wanted but knowing that he, his long shaft, would fill me and complete me in a way that I needed.
He gently let the tip nudge into the entrance of me. “Lane, baby, you are so tight.”
I gasped and pressed upward, but he held himself still. He reached between us and found my nub. He pressed his fingers to that spot. My hips bucked upward, but he held himself still. He didn’t push into me. I writhed to the edge of shattering. My heart pounded in my chest. He waited. The strain on his face was pain mixed with pleasure. He nudged into me. My entrance stretched. My body was so tight around just the tip of him. The burn seared with the pleasure. His hardness stretched me. The hot burn of his thickness pulled through me.
“Baby, Lane, baby, oh my God, baby, so good,” he moaned out.
His eyes were bright blue with deep black pools in the center. His eyes locked on mine and watched me, and I returned his gaze. I wanted to see each moment. I wanted to sear each second into my brain.
I gasped. He was so huge inside me, and I was so full. I couldn’t take it, how would I take all of him? He was still. My body stretched around his. My body settled around him. The desire for all of him, to feel every solid inch, burst within me. I wanted to feel all of him. I wanted him to fill me. His fingers played along my slick nub and caused me to grow wetter, to want him deeper. His mouth suckled my breast and I closed my eyes.
A tsunami of pleasure burst over me. I opened my eyes. He watched me. I knew he wanted my gaze locked with his. I arched my hips the tiniest bit and he pressed forward, still watching my face. Pain sliced through me, pain laced with the deepest pleasure. I gasped and he pushed into me. He filled my want with his hardness.
I was full. My body stretched tight. My nails grasped his arms. He was buried deep in me and I felt the pleasure and the pain. Dillon pulled back. Emptiness engulfed me and his absence from my body was blinding. Almost too much to survive. My eyes sought his and his gaze reassured me. He pressed back into me with a long, slow, solid thrust.
I gasped a sharp, hard gasp. This feeling, this thrust, was unfamiliar and yet something I longed for and needed, not even knowing what I was doing but knowing I wanted this, that I needed this.
“Lane, oh Lane,” he said. “I’ve never… it’s never been like this.”
With a deep growl, he thrust into me. My hips rolled upward to meet him. The pleasure grew with the slowness of his movement. In his face I saw that he held back, that it took all his strength to hold back. He moved slowly and let my body surrender to him, open to him, envelop him.
He was hard where I was soft. I was empty where he was full. I clasped the back of his head and pulled his lips to meet mine. I needed to taste him, to feel his tongue slip into my mouth. The hunger was deep and thick within me. My greedy lips pressed against his and my body rolled beneath him. I pressed my hands to his shoulders and pulled.
“Faster, Dillon, please, faster.”
He jerked his lips from mine and our eyes locked. His maleness slid from me and he pushed into me harder and faster and deeper with a thrust that penetrated me. I gasped with the pleasure of it. Again he withdrew and thrust into me. His eyes watched me. I grasped the back of his arms and held on to him, held on to this.
“Lane, baby, like this? Do you like it, baby?”
The smile that rolled across my face made the possession in his eyes grow deeper. He thrusted deeper and I felt myself dancing along the edge of vast pleasure. The curling heat licked through me, a fire that wanted to explode.
“Oh Dillon. Oh God, Dillon.” My sounds were not words. These sounds were moans, loud shrieks. The noise of my own voice sounded foreign to my ears, but with each one, Dillon growled and thrust deeper into me. My nails raked down his back and clenched his tight ass. I pushed him deeper inside me. His entire body went to stone.
“Lane, baby, I’m going to come.”
My hips rolled upward. My gaze was latched onto his. I would come with him, I would shoot over this edge with him.
“Come for me, baby. Lane, come for me hard.” He growled in my ear. His eyes met mine.
An erotic moan escaped over my lips. “Dillon…”
I couldn’t get close enough, he couldn’t get deep enough. He pushed hard into me; I clasped his ass and he thrust deep. My mouth grasped his shoulder and there was the sharp taste of salt on my tongue. His skin muffled my screams as I let myself go. I erupted over the edge and pleasure thundered into me. His movements were fast and uncontrollable now as he thrust and thrust and thrust into me.
“Lane, oh God, Lane.” The sound of our skin slapping together was loud and filled with pleasure. “My sweet, sweet Lane.” His body shuddered, and there was a tightness in him as he paused on the edge before going over. With one final gasp, Dillon stopped.
He collapsed onto me. His eyes locked with mine, and he gave me a soft gentle look, a look filled with love. He said nothing. I didn’t need words—I saw all his feelings for me in his eyes. He pressed his lips to mine.
Our bodies were tangled. He slid to the side and out of me. My body instantly missed the fullness of him inside me. His arms wrapped around me, and I looked into his eyes. I saw him. Who he was. I saw the kindness and there was love, love for me, love for us.
His lips grazed mine. “You’re mine now.”
My heart was full. I didn’t know for how long these feelings would last for him, but for me this moment would last forever. In this moment, bound in Dillon’s arms, I felt certain that his words to me were true.
Chapter 20
Lane
We stood beside the front door and Dillon held my hands. We’d spent the last three days wrapped in each other’s arms. I’d barely read a script and we’d barely left his bed. I wanted to go with him while he was on location in Moab.
“Come to set with me,” Dillon said.
“Who’ll walk these guys?”
I looked at the four faces and sixteen paws seated in a semicircle around Dillon and me. They all looked up at us. The pack seemed happy with this new arrangement. They spent most nights waiting in the hall until Dillon opened the door to his room and then they piled in and lay at the foot of Dillon’s monstrous bed. It seemed so natural to Kong, Scorsese, Spielberg, and Bernie that Dillon and I would now share a room.
“Choo?” Dillon asked.
“Uh, negative, big brother.” Choo rounded the corner. He wore skinny jeans, boots, and a T-shirt under a jacket. “I have work and then I have Jackson.” He flashed us a smile, winked at me, then teasingly pressed out his lips, and made a big smooching noise.
“I am so good,” he called from the staircase. “Look what I managed to do. I found the perfect girl for my big brother to love.” Choo disappeared upstairs. I looked back at Dillon. He pressed his forehead to mine.
“I am going to miss you,” Dillon said. He wrapped his arms around me. I’d miss him too. Our time together was whooshing by and some time apart, some time alone, would be good for me. I hoped it would prepare me for the ultimate absence that was destined to take place in less than a month. Yes, Dillon cared about me and I cared about him—but an impermanence hovered around this relationship. I knew I’d never feel this safe, this loved, this protected, this happy. I also knew that happiness could slip away in an instant. I knew we hadn’t discussed a future together, our future together, or even if there was an “our future.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “I’m supposed
to see Amanda this week.”
Dillon nodded. I seemed to have acquired one female friend in Amanda Legend. I wasn’t certain why she wanted to be my friend, but I liked her. She made me laugh. I loved her crazy Hollywood stories. I loved how she wasn’t high maintenance or entitled like I had expected her to be.
“I’ll call you,” Dillon said.
Bob opened the door. The studio’s private plane was waiting for Dillon. He was already late. His lips pressed to mine and his arms squeezed me close to his body. I felt his hardness pressed against me.
“See what you do to me,” he whispered in my ear. I smiled at his comment and he kissed me again. “Miss you,” he whispered.
“Miss you too,” I whispered back.
He bent down and patted each pup. “Take good care of her, guys,” Dillon said. He looked at me once more, smiled, lifted his hand, and then walked out the door.
My heart plopped to my feet. He was gone now for ten days, and while I had tons of scripts to read and the four dogs to keep me company, I knew Dillon had created a permanent dent in my heart. Just the act of him closing the door to go to work had created a sadness within me. I knew he was coming back. I knew his absence wasn’t permanent, and still I could barely stand the idea of him being away from me. Of sleeping in his bed without him. I closed my eyes.
This was bad.
Bernie pressed his nose to my palm. I ran my hand over his head. This time without Dillon would be good for me. It would help me prepare for when I had to leave… to go back to school. I pressed my forehead to the closed front door. Who the hell was I trying to kid? Nothing could ever prepare me for the heartbreak that I was destined to feel.
Dillon
Moab was hot and dirty. I wanted to be home, with Lane, in bed. My body ached for her. I knew what this meant, I knew what she meant. She was the girl I had to be with, the girl that was meant for my future, but I wanted her now. Choo had been absolutely right with regards to Lane’s utter perfection, but absolutely wrong about her untouchability. I wanted Lane, I wanted her presence, her love, even more than I wanted my career.
“Dillon,” Webber’s assistant said, “I have Webber on the line and I’m putting Boom Boom on now.”
This had to be done. My team had to understand that no matter what being with Lane did to my career, I was unwilling to play pretend where Lane was concerned. She had become a nonnegotiable. A week in the desert without her body, her touch, her smile, had proved that to me that I couldn’t live without Lane. I couldn’t survive without her. I wouldn’t survive without her. Of that I was now certain.
“Hey, big D!” Webber said. He sounded pretty pumped.
“Boom Boom is on,” Webber’s assistant chirped.
“Hello, boys,” Boom Boom soothed into the phone with her deep, dulcet tone. I heard her fingers flying across a computer keyboard as we spoke.
“Listen, guys,” I said. “I need to talk to you about the Mission Ranger premiere.”
“We’ve got the limo, the stylist,” Boom Boom said. “The timing is right—”
“It’s about Kiley Kepner.”
Boom Boom’s fingers stopped tapping on her keyboard. “What about Kiley Kepner?” Her tone was colder and deadly serious.
Neither Webber nor Boom Boom would be pleased with my decision. I wasn’t a known commodity yet; I hadn’t yet opened a film.
“I can’t go to the premiere with her,” I said. I felt better just letting go of the words.
“Why the hell not?” Webber shot out.
“Ahhh,” Boom Boom said. “So the rumors are true.”
Rumors? “What rumors?” I peered out the side window of my trailer toward the red rocks that surrounded me.
“Rumors, my love, that there is a relationship between you and your current reader,” Boom Boom said.
“What the hell?” I plopped down on the leather couch in my trailer.
“You’re sleeping with your reader again?” Webber shot out. “I told you I should have found you a guy or some ugly-ass—”
“Cut it, Webber.” My tone was cold.
Silence came from the two other phone lines. I’d never spoken sharply to Webber or to Boom Boom. “She’s not just my reader and we’re not just…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word where Lane was concerned. She was so much more than just a random girl. She was becoming my everything. I needed her the way I needed light. The way I needed air. “She’s important to me. I don’t care who found out or how, but she’s important and our… relationship is important to me too.”
I heard a long, exasperated sigh from Boom Boom, and Webber muttered something I couldn’t make out.
“Look, I get it, darling,” Boom Boom said. She was a publicist and I knew she could spin fast. “The heart wants what the heart wants. But here’s the thing—we’ve already committed to Kiley’s people and the premiere is in less than a week. If we bail now and you arrive with some no-name chica… No offense, my darling, you will seriously piss off one of the planet’s biggest female stars. And let me assure you when I tell you that you do not want to piss off Kiley Kepner.”
“I don’t care who I piss off—”
“Of course you don’t now, darling,” Boom Boom purred into my ear. “But you will. You will care when the studios start pulling those seven-figure offers because Kiley Kepner has told them in no uncertain terms that she will not do a film with you, nor will she do a film at a studio that has recently employed you. You are exceptionally good-looking, my love, and very talented, but truly, you are still nobody, at least until the public knows who you are.”
My stomach churned. I closed my eyes. What Boom Boom had said was true. The public would have no idea who I was until Mission Ranger came out. There was hope—more than hope—that Mission Ranger would make bucket loads of money and that the public would love me, and therefore I would have an incredible career. A career that would keep Choo safe from our parents. A career that would allow me to pay for his college. But none of these great things had happened yet.
“Did you close the deal for the Steve Legend film?” I asked Webber.
“Today,” Webber said. “But you know Kiley Kepner is the female lead.”
“Darling,” Boom Boom interjected, “ever since you said yes we’ve been teasing everyone in town with the idea that you and Kiley are a thing. There are hints all over, but then again if you’ve been shacked up and on set, I don’t suppose you know. Kiley’s people and I just leaked something today. I’m sending you a link to TMZ now. Take a look, darling, when we’re done.”
“Man, just go to the premiere with her, don’t commit career suicide now. Wait to go live with the other girl. Once Mission Ranger comes out and makes huge bank, you’ll be a free man. Okay?”
“Darling,” Boom Boom said, “if this girl… what is this girl’s name?”
“Lane,” I said.
“If Lane truly loves you, and I am sure she does, then she will understand, will she not? She will understand that this is simply part of the Hollywood game that you have to play. You keep your and Lane’s relationship under wraps until a couple of days after the premiere, let’s say a week. Kiley’s people only wanted this supposed ‘relationship’ with you and her to last seven to ten days.”
I scrubbed my hand through my hair. Lane had to understand, didn’t she? I loved her. She loved me. She would understand why I needed to play my part in this fake Hollywood relationship. She knew how important Choo and his safety were to me. Lane understood how the industry worked. I was doing this for Choo and for me and even for her… for our future together.
“Okay,” I said and sighed. I closed my eyes. I didn’t know how I was going to explain this to Lane. How I was going to endure the look of sadness that I was certain I would see in her eyes when I told her I had to go to the Mission Ranger premiere with Kiley Kepner. I would make this up to Lane. I would. No matter what I had to do, I would make this up to her.
Lane
“Laney, over here!”
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I scanned the pool deck of the W and saw Amanda with a drink in hand standing by a cabana and waving.
“Could her figure get any more perfect?” Choo asked.
No, Amanda was pretty perfect with her raven hair and tiny waist and giant boobs. She wore a bright red swimsuit and heels. She had two cabanas side by side. This was just how Amanda rolled. So different than me and my life, but so fun to experience.
Choo and I walked over and she kissed us both on the cheeks. I settled into a lounge chair beside Amanda. She poured champagne into a glass and handed it to me. I pressed my lips together.
“What? You want something different?”
I shook my head no. I pulled the glass to my lips and sniffed. The bubbles tickled my nose.
“Oh my God, you’ve never had champagne before?”
The corners of my mouth lifted.
“How is that possible?” she asked.
“Beer and vodka,” I said.
She reached out her glass and clinked with mine. “To first times.”
I tilted my glass to my lips but my brow furrowed. Did she know? Amanda and Choo were becoming close and they were both related to actors who were famous—or Dillon was meant to soon be famous—plus Dillon was doing Amanda’s father’s next film. I wondered if Choo had let slip that Dillon was my first. Not that it really mattered… or maybe it did.
Sleeping with Dillon was something that was mine to keep. Something to forever hold close to me even after our time together ended. He would forever be the first man to touch me there, to fill me, to kiss me, to make me come over and over and over again. I closed my eyes. A wave of want began in my cleft and climbed through my body. I pictured Dillon’s hard body hovering over me, I felt him pushing into me, I heard his growl and his words.
“So when does Dillon return?” Amanda asked.
Her words jerked me from my fantasy. “Three more days,” I said.
“I’m sorry, my love,” Amanda said. “You must miss him desperately.” She pulled her lips down into a frown. “Perhaps we’ll just stay busy shopping and going to dinner for the next three days to keep your mind off his absence.”