13. Lex
13
LEX
“A ll in all, it wasn’t too bad, spending most of today with them. It was a hell of a lot more interesting than sitting behind my desk all day,” I concluded, finishing my scotch.
Travis smirked at Clay, then turned that smirk on me. “Look at you. Busting your ass to impress Mom and Dad.”
“Fuck off,” I growled out. Why did I bother opening up? Busting balls was one thing I had always enjoyed, but there were times when it wasn’t called for.
“Lay off him.” Spencer laughed. “He had a long day appeasing the hippies… I mean, artists.”
“You can fuck off too,” I invited, giving him a dirty look that got everyone laughing again.
“How’s Danica?” Clay asked me, grinning.
“Wow. I’m surprised you remember her name,” I replied. It wasn’t bad, giving back a little of the shit I had just received.
“Some women are worth remembering, especially extremely flexible women with D-cup tits and no gag reflex.” His gaze went soft and kind of hazy like he was letting himself indulge in memories.
It didn’t help that he mentioned the word flexible since that word described Summer well. It took nothing to get me thinking about her, missing her body. She had sunk her claws into my mind and refused to let go. Or was it my balls? Either way, I couldn’t stop wanting her.
That very minute, sitting with my friends in a familiar bar, I wondered how she was doing. She and Claudia were supposed to have dinner with the Strawbridges tonight. Did her parents have any questions about me after the hours I spent with them?
No one asked me to. No one had to. Frankly, I hadn’t planned on it. Once shooting started, I was gripped, fascinated by what went on behind and in front of the camera.
And I wasn’t alone. Even that irritating, self-important father of hers had managed to shut the hell up during the scene where Danica had it out with her ex, the older brother of her best friend, who at that point in the movie was hospitalized after an accident during a race. His character was scared for his sister and furious with the woman he loved but also worried for her, seeing in full color how dangerous their world could be.
Meanwhile, Danica’s character helped me understand why the script meant as much as it did to Summer. They might as well have been the same person at that point in the film, where she struggled to find a balance between her passion and the life she lived around it. As much as she cared for the people who mattered, she was almost fanatically devoted to her passion for racing.
Substitute filmmaking for racing, and I could have been describing Summer herself—single-minded and laser-focused, even if it meant driving people away.
“I assume we all have tickets to the premier,” Travis called out to me.
Nodding, I replied, “Oh, sure. I’d love to have you guys there, you know that. But there’s still time between now and then to get that shit settled.”
“Not much time,” Spencer reminded me. For some reason, he thought I’d forgotten or had lost track of the days. “It’ll be here before you know it. What do you think happens after that?”
“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned out. “Let me get through this first, I beg you.”
“Are you going to give her one of those deals like what’s his face over at Sunrise?” Travis asked. “The guy you were originally thinking about working with?” It was completely innocent, but it left me glaring at him until he cringed. “What did I say? It was just a question.” I watched as he looked at the others, hoping for backup.
“What’s up your ass?” Clay asked.
I didn’t like the concerned look he wore. “It’s a sore subject,” I explained to Travis. “Turns out I dodged a bullet, missing out on working with him. As for a deal… I’m not sure,” I admitted. The idea had blown through my mind, but I never stopped to give it much thought. Not seriously.
I couldn’t voice the truth. I couldn’t force myself to say it out loud. It wasn’t my call. Not completely. Dad had to give final approval on any sort of long-term deal. Considering Summer was only supposed to be the inclusivity hire, it didn’t seem likely he’d want to keep her on. Considering I hadn’t tried for a second to make the changes he wanted to the movie, I doubted he’d feel charitable when all was said and done.
But he would get over it because he would see I was right. The public would back me up on this. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life.
Travis went outside to check in with the nanny on a call while Clay went to the bar to order another round. Spencer took the opportunity to pull out his phone, and the way he smiled at the screen told me Rowan had texted him. It transformed his face. He looked peaceful.
It was a relief to have an excuse to check for any messages from Summer. I had been wanting to ever since I sat down, telling myself to get a grip. I wouldn’t act like a lovesick puppy. I was Lex-fucking-Landry, and I had never chased after a woman in my life.
Still, after she’d spent hours with her parents, it seemed reasonable to check in and make sure nobody was dead. I figured she’d see it once she got home.
Me: Hope you’re enjoying dinner. Talked you up all day. They seem nice.
All right, maybe the last part was an exaggeration. Her mother seemed all right—a little over-the-top and heavy on the patchouli for my taste. But even after everything Summer told me their bullshit ideas about art, she was surprisingly interested and enthusiastic, peppering me with questions between takes and listening intently to the answers.
Her husband, on the other hand? There had never been a person born who would tell him a damn thing. In other words, he was just like his daughter but without the qualities I enjoyed.
By the time Clay rejoined us, I received a response. Was I smiling the way Spencer had? There was no reason for it. We didn’t have what he and Rowan did.
Summer: Need to see you tonight. Important. Your house?
It was amazing how my head could buzz with questions at the same time my dick began to swell. There was nothing I wanted more than to see her tonight, and I had only spent last night with her. There was no such thing as enough, and I never slept as well as I did after we spent the night together.
“I swear, it’ll be a miracle if I can find a nanny who lasts more than a week,” Travis grumbled as he dropped into his seat. Noticing me, he asked, “What are you grinning about?”
I finished sending my reply to Summer. “I was thinking about how well I’m going to sleep tonight.”
* * *
She was waiting in her car when I arrived, parked at the bottom of my driveway. At my approach, she flipped on her headlights, following me up the winding drive until we reached my front courtyard. This had to be serious. Why else would she sit there like that, waiting like some starstruck fan hoping to meet their idol?
She climbed out of her car and slung her purse over her shoulder before marching straight toward me without saying a word. “What happened?” I asked as she approached. “Did something go wrong?”
There was only time for her to shake her head slightly before she launched herself at me, throwing her arms around my neck and burying her face against my shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you a hundred million times.”
The last thing I expectedwasthe one thing I needed. “What did I do?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her closer. Something about holding her, even like this, totally innocent, soothed me. It softened part of me I didn’t know was there until I met her.
“Are you kidding?” She laughed softly as I set her back down on her feet. Her eyes shone in the moonlight, sparkling, almost hypnotizing me. “You wowed them! Even Dad. I had to pinch myself.”
“What did they say?“ With an arm around her shoulders, I led the way into the house. She came along without saying a word, neither of us confirming she would be staying. I knew she would without asking. I had her again tonight, and she wasn’t going anywhere until I said so.
“Mom actually said she had no idea there was so much that went into making a movie. Can you fucking believe that?” She threw back her head and almost shouted with laughter once we were inside, walking to the living room. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, overflowing with excitement and probably a lot of relief. “All these years, I’ve been making movies, and now they bother to pay attention to how complicated it is.”
I easily imagined her interpreting the situation in a very different way, which made her positive attitude that much nicer to hear. “What did your dad say? He’s a tough nut to crack.” That was the kindest way to put it.
“He’s impressed with how much you know about the project.” She flopped down on the sofa and kicked off her sandals, tucking her feet under her. “He didn’t expect somebody in your position to know the first thing about the details because, of course, you’re only supposed to care about the money.”
When she looked down at her lap, I didn’t bother stifling my laughter. Dropping down next to her, I asked, “Oh, you mean the exact thing you accused me of?”
“I guess I walked into that one.” She shifted her weight until she was on her knees, then threw one leg over me. She hiked her dress around her waist before settling in, then draped her arms around my neck. I liked the direction her mind was going in. “The only thing I’ve been able to concentrate on all night is how I was going to possibly repay you for doing me that huge favor today.”
Sometimes, it was like the woman read my mind. If there was anywhere I needed her, it was like this, wiggling in my lap with the heat from her pussy soaking through my slacks and her tits in my face, so firm and full, her nipples tightening against the soft fabric covering them.
If there was one thing I appreciated about her free-spirit attitude, it was her hatred for bras.
When she reached up to release the clip that held her auburn locks in place, I watched with bated breath as she shook the twist free. A waterfall of soft sweetness cascaded around me as she leaned down and pressed her mouth against mine.
That was all it took. My desire for her flared to life, bursting into flames and threatening to consume us. My fingers curled, digging into her ass cheeks before I pulled her down tight against my dick. Her throaty moan was all I needed to do it again, pulling her tight against me, and we moaned when she started to grind.
“Remind me to invite your parents to the set all the time,” I grunted out, kissing my way down her throat, finally probing my tongue deep between her heaving tits. She slid the dress straps down over her shoulders, and I did the rest, tugging down on the fabric until her tits tumbled free. Perfect, luscious tits with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. I took one between my lips, and she ground harder, faster, her fingers running through my hair until my nerves hummed and precum soaked into my boxer briefs.
“Please, d-don’t stop,” she begged. “Harder… s-suck harder. God, you’re so good…”
So was she, and we were better together. I panted like a mindless animal, caring about nothing but more . More to feel, more to taste, more of those sweet, sensual moans.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered, throwing her head back and filling the room with the sounds of her pleasure. It was something I wanted to hear for the rest of the night until we passed out.
I settled for lifting her off my lap long enough to pull out my wallet and unzip my fly. She didn’t bother getting rid of her thong, so impatient, desperate for cock, that she pulled the crotch aside once I had the condom in place. She reached down and guided me inside her tight, hot sheath, and I watched, fascinated, as I disappeared inside her.
“Fuck!” she shouted, slamming down to my base. I’d never get tired of the first moment when she gripped me when I was fully inside her, watching the way her face worked, and she bit her lip as she started to move. Her eyes drifted shut as she gave herself over to pleasure. She took it as seriously as she took everything else, giving it her all.
I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to witness it, to feel her grip me a little tighter with every downward stroke. I pulled her dress over her head and feasted on her again, delivering one kiss after another, covering every inch of skin within my reach and claiming it as my own. Marking her with every scrape of my teeth, every swipe of my tongue.
“Lex… oh, shit, Lex…” She whimpered, and I tipped my head back, looking up at her, surrounded by a waterfall of auburn silk. The scent of her arousal and the sweat that began to flow from her pores was sweeter than any perfume. I wanted it on me, all over me.
I nipped her mouth, brushing my tongue over her lips. “Are you gonna come for me? Squeezing my cock with that tight pussy…”
“Yes!” She shuddered, slamming down again, losing her rhythm.
“Say it,” I whispered into her mouth, stroking her tongue with mine. “ I’m going to come for you, Lex. You’re going to make me come. ”
“Oh, Lex!” she moaned out. “I… I’m going to come for you! Oh, God, you’re going to make me come!”
I was there with her when she tightened a little more with every word she shouted. Her pussy squeezed my length until my balls lifted, and the tingling at the base of my spine signaled the end coming. “Soak my cock,” I demanded, pulling her down faster, harder, until she shrieked.
Her release was so sweet. I closed my eyes and let go, let her milk me, let her drain my balls while she whimpered in my arms. “And that was my way of saying thank you for today,” she whispered in my ear, still breathless, still trembling. “You saved me.”
“I don’t know.” I eased her off my lap to get myself cleaned up. “I think I’m going to need a little more gratitude. Upstairs in the shower, if that’s all right with you.”
“Now that you mention it…” She stood on shaky legs but pulled herself together, grabbing her dress and throwing it over her shoulder before treating me to the sight of her exquisite ass as she sauntered toward the stairs. “I’m feeling a little dirty.”