Mr. Hollywood
By
Lacey Weatherford
Rave Reviews for Mr. Hollywood!
“Being a famous, hot Hollywood actor doesn't mean your real life is perfect. Lacey Weatherford beautifully brings to life the struggles of a super star Hollywood actor who was a small town boy that made it big in Hollywood, only to lose himself along the way. Can his first true love help him find his way back? You don't want to miss this beautiful and steamy love story!”
-Vonnie Hudson, Book Cafe
“Lacey Weatherford has done it yet again! Just when you think you have found a favorite book she sneaks up on you and BAM does it again. She shows us that a perfect life isn't always the glitz and glamour, it's the people you choose to love and covet that makes the true star rise. Bravo for another awesome book!”
- Lisa Markson, The Paranormal Bookworm
“Lacey Weatherford sure knows how to grab the attention of the reader. With the details, it makes you want to continue reading the book and never put it down. She knows how to bring her characters to life. The life of a famous actor is not as glamorous as you would think. Can the big time actor really find true love from his past?”
- Stephanie McCamy, Book Café
“Z McCartney is my new addiction—one I never want to be cured of! So tortured, so sexy . . . he's at the top of my list for new book boyfriends!”
- Belinda Boring, Bestselling Author of The Mystic Wolves and Bittersweet Melody
“Lacey Weatherford has such a way of writing that this book makes you feeling like you are watching a movie reel in your mind. Her perfect use of words, plot, and emotions will make you go on a rollercoaster and never want to get off. This is one of my favorite books of hers ever!”
– Julie Engle, Book Café
Mr. Hollywood
By
Lacey Weatherford
Mr. Hollywood
A Celebrity Novel
Copyright © 2015 Moonstruck Media
and Lacey Weatherford
Edited by Ellie McLove, Love N’ Books
Formatted by Kamery Solomon, Stargazer Design
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For my one true love, James. You are my life!
Prologue
Zane
“Hey, cowboy,” Aubrey’s soft words washed over me and I turned, finding her standing in the wide barn doorway, wearing a white sundress. The light shone behind her, highlighting all her curves through the thin fabric, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Immediately, my body responded, growing harder, as I took in the vision of loveliness that constantly tortured my dreams. “I’ve been waiting for you to get here all morning.” She smiled.
Hefting a bag of feed from the wheelbarrow, I moved it onto the stack against the wall. “I just arrived. Tell Brent I’m sorry I’m late. My dad needed some extra . . . help . . . this morning.”
“It’s okay. My dad isn’t here. He and Mom decided to take a trip into town for some supplies. He said not to expect them back until this afternoon.”
“They’re gone?” I asked, swallowing thickly, as she sauntered past me and began climbing the ladder to the hayloft. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she moved higher, not stopping until she reached the top and stepped onto the floor above, flashing me a significant peek of her lacy, white underwear.
Holy fuck. My cock was so hard it was straining against the zipper of my jeans.
I’d never wanted a girl as badly as I wanted this one. Every night I was tortured with dreams of trying to get inside her. Cold showers and I were becoming the very best of friends, as I attempted to keep things reined in, not wanting to pressure her. I wanted to wait until she was ready. I just hoped I didn’t die first.
Abandoning my task without another thought, I followed her up the ladder, finding her leaning in the doorway of the loft. I joined her, and for a few moments, we both stared out across the rolling vista, with its wide-open prairies, surrounded by low-lying hills and mountains in the distance. Glancing back at Aubrey, I forgot all about the view. Well, at least that view. I’d never seen a prettier picture than the girl standing in front of me. A few strands of her long, dark hair blew around her face softly. The white of her dress made her olive toned skin seem even more tan than usual, and I simply wanted to run my fingers over every inch of her exposed body and then some.
Moving to her side, I slid my hands around her tiny waist and pulled her gently toward me. She didn’t speak, but her hazel colored eyes locked with mine, and I saw the longing inside them. Unable to help myself, I captured her plump lips, parting them with my tongue so I could taste her properly. A soft whimper escaped her, and she wrapped her arms around me, thoroughly kissing me back.
Everything about me belonged to her. I wondered if she knew she owned me—heart and soul.
I wasn’t sure when I’d stopped thinking of her as the best friend and playmate of my childhood and started wanting her instead. I’d tried on several occasions to pinpoint the exact moment I’d fallen in love with her, but with no success. There were too many great moments in our past together. Loving her was an accumulation of all of them.
Aubrey Hart set a fire in my bones unlike any other girl I’d been with. She knew everything about my past, and every success and failure in my life. She knew about all my previous crushes on various girls, and she knew exactly which of those girls had ended up naked beneath me. Shit, she probably knew exactly how many times I’d slept with each one, as well. I shared everything with her—everything. Maybe that was why I connected to her so much. She knew me better than anyone. Whatever the reason, I couldn’t get enough of her.
Kissing her repeatedly, our mouths tangled together hotly, as hands roamed freely over each other, until my throbbing cock was so hard I worried I might explode right there. Tearing myself away, I moved several steps backward. It was becoming more and more difficult to control myself around her, not that I was in control much anyway.
“I . . . I better get back to work,” I lied, panting. I didn’t want to go anywhere. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
Aubrey stared at me for a moment, before strolling casually over to where some old saddle blankets sat in a stack behind me. I watched as she picked one up and spread it out across a thick pile of hay. “I thought maybe you could stay for a while. I want to spend as much time with you as I can before you move to Los Angeles. We only have a couple days left, you know. We should spend as much of it together as we can.”
A nervous chuckle rippled through me. “As much as I would like that, I think I’m already way past being able to stop if I start kissing you again.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay. I don’t want you to stop. Think of it as my gift—a happy send off for you until we can see each other again.” Her words were quiet, but firm. “Please stay?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice.
Crossing the space in two strides, I scooped her in my arms, gently laying her back on the bed of straw.
“You’re sure?” I asked, gazing into her eyes, hopeful.
Staring at me, she nodded, the tip of her tongue darting out and briefly licking her lips. “I’m sure. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Relief shot through me, along with a heavy dose of fire. “Me either.” Still, I halted, her words giving me pause. “You know I’ll be back for you soon, right? I can’t stand the thought of leaving you, even for a minute. These first few weeks, I’ll be rooming with other people, but as soon as I get settled in with a place of my own, I’m coming to get you.”
“Don’t worry about that now. It’ll work out as it should.” She ran a hand over one of my arms, squeezing my biceps on the way past and even that simple touch turned me on more.
Shifting, I reached behind me, digging in my back pocket for my wallet, only to realize I’d left it at home. “Shit! I don’t have any condoms with me.” I flashed an apologetic look at her. “I forgot my wallet.”
Her face showed disappointment, and she bit her lip as she considered this development. “Can’t you just pull out, or something, when you’re ready? I really want to do this with you, Zane. This might be our last chance before you leave.”
I didn’t even take the time to reply, not wanting to wait a moment longer. Crushing my mouth to hers, my hands wandered, finding the hem of her short dress and gathering it. Sitting up, she allowed me to pull it off over her head.
There were no modesty issues between us. I was no stranger to her body, having spent hour upon hour in the past, just like this—sucking on and petting her mostly naked form while she writhed and moaned beneath me.
I’d helped her find release on numerous occasions, both with my fingers and my mouth, and she’d returned the favor, relieving me with her mouth, too.
Memories of past blowjobs flitted through my mind, making me smile. God, I loved watching her head bob up and down on me. She was like the fuckin’ dick whisperer, or something, the way she constantly brought me to full attention whenever she was around. My shaft had turned into a damn water witch, and it was constantly directing me to her, as if it were a compass.
I’d once teased her that I’d always be able to find her if she ever got lost because my erection would point me straight to her. She laughed so hard, she cried, and then she blew me again and let me come all over her bare breasts. It had been friggin’ hot!
Despite all the times we’d messed around together though, we’d never crossed this last and final barrier. She was still technically a virgin. And despite all the times she’d graciously relieved my throbbing arousal, all I could seem to think about was burying it deep inside her.
Now, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough, trying the whole while to keep kissing and touching her as I did so. Finally, our naked bodies were pressed together, and I sucked one of her tight nipples into my mouth. Arching against me, she moaned heavily, and I slipped my hand lower, sliding a couple fingers inside her, and finding her wet and ready for me.
“Damn,” I whispered, hoping I could last long enough to bring her some pleasure as well. Too long, I’d waited for this moment, and now that it was here, I was afraid I might explode the second I entered her. I was so keyed up.
Kissing her a few mere moments longer, she was already writhing against me, begging for more, and I was anxious to give in to those demands.
“Please, Zane,” she whimpered. Her hands ran over my skin, reaching down between us, as I shifted above her, and grabbing my length. Slowly, she rubbed the head of my dick over her wet slit.
I clenched my teeth, trying to resist the urge to just pound into her. I didn’t want to hurt her, especially since she’d been scared about my size and whether or not I’d fit inside her in the past. I’d religiously reassured her that she’d handle my cock just fine, but somehow that reassurance hadn’t served to comfort her much. So I let her blow me, instead, and enjoyed every second of it. But now—now my dreams were finally going to come true.
I was going to have the girl I loved.
My rounded tip slid inside her. Fuck! I wasn’t even two inches in yet, and my body was already screaming at me. Slowly, I pressed forward, maintaining eye contact with her. She stiffened as I reached the barrier.
Pausing, I kissed her again, even though I was trembling, trying to hold back. As soon as she started relaxing again, I surged forward, burying myself completely. Her sharp cry filled the air, causing some of the horses below us to ninny, and she stiffened, her fingernails biting into my skin.
Holding still, I stared down at my pretty girl. Her jaw was clenched as she adjusted to me, and the pain. I hated that I’d hurt her, but loved that I was her first. Finally, she belonged to me—completely.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling guilty that her pain was causing me such exquisite pleasure. “I love you,” I added, and with those words, I slowly withdrew and pumped into her again. Immediately, her face changed, and a silent “O” shaped her mouth. Arching slightly, her tightened nipples brushed against my chest.
Holy hell! She felt and looked so fucking amazing. “Feels good, huh?” I managed to get out.
“So good,” she panted, lifting her legs and wrapping them around my hips, and I thought I was going to lose it right there.
“I’m trying to be careful,” I whispered, wanting her to know I’d take it easy on her.
“Don’t worry about that,” she said, her hands traveling up and down my back. “I want you to enjoy it.”
I snorted. “Trust me, I am,” I replied, punctuating my words with the movements of my cock. I’d never talked with a girl this much during sex before, most of my previous experiences being of the slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety. In the past it was all about getting off. I happily slid my dick into any female that offered. Sex felt good and if girls wanted to get it from me, I was glad to give it to them, as hard and as fast as I could.
It wasn’t like that with Aubrey. I liked hearing what she had to say.
Shifting to my knees without slipping out of her, I straightened, staring down at where our bodies were joined together. “I like seeing me inside you.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and let her knees fall wide open, following my gaze to the place we were joined together. “It is kind of beautiful, isn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” I said, slipping my hands under her butt and lifting her hips, so I could continue to drive inside her.
Tossing her head back, she moaned heavily and I pounded into her harder, making her full breasts bounce up and down and her hands slid up to cover them, holding them down.
“Don’t,” I breathed out quickly. “I like seeing them bounce while I’m fuckin’ you.”
Peering at me with mischievous eyes, she pinched her nipples and I groaned. “You like?” she asked innocently.
“You know I do,” I growled out, images of the time she’d masturbated herself in front of me flitting through my head. How we’d made it away from that picnic without me fuckin’ her lights out, I never knew. It was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen. My dick had been permanently hard for weeks afterward. Even now, the memory was enough to spur me on.
Continuing to ride her harder and faster, I could feel my climax building. Shit! I didn’t want to finish already.
Think of something else! my brain frantically ordered. It was taking all the control I had to try and stave myself off. Immediately, I searched for something to hold me off. I imagined sitting in church, holding a hymnal and listening to the religious words being sung by the congregation. It didn’t help much because the next image in my head was my climax exploding all over the hymnal.
Damn! I was dying here.
“Zane!” she suddenly called out, her body stiffening beneath me. Hell, yes! “Oh!” Her head thrashed from side to side. “Oh my gosh! Zane!” Finally, I felt he
r start to spasm around me.
“Fuck yeah!” I shouted, driving into her even harder. Holy shit! This was going to be good! My ball sack tightened, but she was still coming, writhing beneath me. I did my best to hold it as long as I could.
“Zaaaaane!” she shouted, dragging out my name as she bucked her hips against me, begging for more.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted, my cock pulsating heavily. “Baby, I—” Ripping myself out of her body, I shot my load, spraying thick streams of cum against her thighs as I jacked myself off the rest of the way, shuddering and groaning with each spurt.
Falling on the blanket beside her, panting, I watched as her hand slid lower, running her fingers through the gift I’d left her. Lifting them, she closed her eyes as she licked them one by one, and that simple action sent fire straight to my groin again. I loved that my girl enjoyed tasting me whenever she had the chance. It was so—erotic.
Opening her eyes, she glanced at me with a satisfied smile. “That was—”
“Incredible?” I interrupted, still seeing stars. Sex had never felt this good before. Being with Aubrey had taken it to a whole new level for me.
She giggled. “Better than incredible. I was thinking earth shattering, or something like that.”
Laughing, I gathered a corner of the blanket and wiped away the rest of my semen from her stomach. Gathering her into my arms, I kissed her cheek. “I’m happy you enjoyed it. Thank you.”
“You enjoyed it? Really?” she asked, her brows drawing together in doubt.
“Can’t you tell?” I replied, amazed that she even felt the need to ask. Didn’t she know she’d just rocked my world and changed the very way I looked at sex?
“I . . .” She hesitated for a moment, glancing away briefly before drawing in a deep breath and releasing it. “I just know you’ve been with lots of other girls. I’ve heard about them all. Now I’m one of them, and I don’t want to be a disappointment.”
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