Chapter 32
Say Something
AIDEN
Kisses on my chest wake me. I stretch, feeling the slide of skin against mine. My hand caresses her bare hip.
“Good, little mouse.” Mason’s dark voice surprises me for a moment. “Now kiss down his abs.”
She moans as she moves down to my abs. My cock is rock hard and aching. I open my eyes to see Greer leaning over me. Her mouth sucks and teases at my flesh, sending shivers through me. Her light brown eyes flash up to mine.
She kisses lower along the waistband of my boxer briefs. She’s completely naked. Mason kneels behind her with his cock buried in her pussy, slowly easing it in and out.
“Good morning, Aiden.” Mason gives me a smile. “Free his cock, mouse.”
Fuck. I rub my face as Greer pulls down my pants and licks my cock. Mason smacks her ass. She yelps.
“I didn’t say lick it.”
“Sorry, sir.”
He keeps fucking her before he pulls out, still hard. “Straddle him, facing his feet. And take him into your cunt.”
She glances at me with wide eyes, but I hold out my hand to help her. Fuck, this is a new world. I’m going to fuck Greer when we’re with someone else. Alone, I’ll maintain the boundaries, but how often will we be alone?
She straddles me and guides my cock to her entrance. She slides down on me with a moan. A groan escapes me at how good she feels. So fucking tight.
Mason moves to kneel between my legs. “Suck my cock while you fuck him, mouse.”
I grab her hips as she lowers her head to take his cock all the way in her mouth. No hesitation, just takes him. She grinds her hips on me, not giving me quite enough friction.
Sitting up, I change the angle of my cock inside her. She bounces a little on me until I guide her hips, helping her fuck me. She moans around Mason’s cock.
“Faster, mouse.” He grabs hold of her head and pushes her down deep on his cock. When she gags, her pussy tightens around me. “That’s it. Look at you taking two cocks like a good girl.”
He pulls her back, and she gasps around his cock. His eyes are on hers.
“Make me come, mouse. Then I’m going to make you ride Aiden until he comes.” He fucks his cock in and out of her mouth while she sucks on him, hollowing out her cheeks. Her cunt tightens around me as she comes all over my cock on a moan.
Groaning, Mason comes in her mouth. Her throat works to swallow him all.
He sits back and tips her chin up. “Open.”
She opens her mouth for him.
“Good girl.” He kisses her, and little aftershocks ripple around my cock.
“Fuck,” I whisper, holding her hips.
Mason releases her mouth and meets my eyes. “Sit back against the headboard.”
I move us back and drag her up so her back is against my chest. This part I know how to do. “Grind in slow circles, little warrior.”
Guiding her hips, I thrust what little I can as she figures out what she likes. When she finds her rhythm, I slide one hand down to her clit and the other up to her hardened nipple. She moans as she keeps rubbing my cock against that spot inside her.
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Greer.” I kiss her behind her ear.
“Aiden,” she whispers as she topples over the edge. She moans as her pussy convulses around me. I lift her off me and lay her on her back before coming down on top of her, thrusting deep inside her pussy while claiming her mouth.
Her legs wrap around my hips as I thrust inside her, chasing my release, needing the rush. I slide a finger over her clit between us and she cries out, arching into me as she comes again, milking my cock.
A few last thrusts and my balls tighten, ready to explode. Thrusting in deep, I come inside her. Her soft brown eyes search mine as her hands hold my jaw. Both of us pant to catch our breath as we lie tangled together.
The bed shifts as Mason stands. Fuck, I almost forgot he was still here.
“Wyatt got coffee and bagels for breakfast this morning.” He heads to his bathroom. “When you’re ready, of course.”
“Good morning,” Greer whispers, meeting my eyes almost shyly.
My cock is still deep inside her and we’re alone, but I don’t want to move. This is probably a gray area. We weren’t alone when we started or even finished.
“Morning.” I brush the flyaway hairs from her face. “How are you?”
She blushes. “I’m good. I really enjoyed last night and this morning.”
I grin. “Me too.”
My cock begins to harden again. She glances down our bodies.
“I’m definitely not used to guys like you.” She bites her lip and shifts her hips, which quickens my arousal.
“Is that a good or bad thing?”
“Good. Definitely good.” She begins to unwrap her legs as I pull back, but then I thrust back inside her. “Oh.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” I kiss down her neck as I leisurely thrust my cock in and out of her. “Is this okay?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her fingers tangle in my hair as I suck on her neck, knowing it will leave a mark and loving the fact everyone will see it. That the guys will know I marked her. “Aiden.”
She arches up against me. I reach down for her knee and lift her leg higher, opening her up so I can go even deeper. Her eyes meet mine as I slowly fuck her.
Her lips part, and her skin is flushed pink.
“Fuck.” It’s a harsh whisper from someone else.
We both look at the open door where Roarke stands.
“Voyeurs are supposed to be quiet.” I return my attention to Greer’s face.
“Yeah, but do you know how hot you two look together?” Roarke chuckles.
I move Greer’s face back so she can focus on me. Her eyes widen as she comes. I grind my pelvis against her clit, keeping her in her release, feeling her tighten around my cock.
“Good?” I whisper.
She clutches my hair as she arches against me, dragging me down into a kiss. I keep fucking her until my balls tingle and I find my release, gathering her into my arms and holding her against me. My cock jerks as it fills her with my cum.
I keep kissing her as I pull out, reluctant to leave her but knowing we need to get on with the day.
“Get a shower. I’ll see you downstairs.”
I grab my boxers and head for the door before I do something stupid like drag her into the shower with me. Her wet body rubbing against mine would start all this over again. That wouldn’t be a gray area, and if I have her in my room, I won’t let her leave it until we’re both spent.
#
GREER
Aiden leaves me sprawled naked on Mason’s bed. I put my hand to my chest as I catch my breath. My heart pounds in my chest. Fuck. That one is going to leave a mark, and not just on my neck.
“Need a shower, poppet?” Roarke leans in the door frame, looking hot and sweaty in a pair of workout shorts. His hair is damp, and he holds out his hand for me. “Come on. I’ll get you nice and wet.”
Sitting up, I search the bed for my pajamas that Mason peeled off me. Fuck, Mason is going to be dangerous in a different way. My need to please him had me doing whatever he asked and liking it. I didn’t have that urge to misbehave this morning when I woke and he kissed me.
He undressed me slowly and then fucked me on my hands and knees. He told me to kiss Aiden’s chest and kept escalating. My pussy gets achy just thinking about it.
And then Aiden did whatever that was. Something clicked in my heart, and I know it would be so easy to fall for him. I’m sure it’s already happening. I need to remember what this is all about.
“You don’t need clothes.” Roarke’s voice makes me tingle. “I’ll lend you a shirt.”
Roarke is exactly what this is about. Sex, pure and simple. He wants to fuck me.
I walk over and take his hand. Smirking, he leads me into his bedroom, right into his bathroom. He turns on the shower and lifts me onto the counter.
His eyes take in every inch of me, heating my blood. He parts my thighs and drags his finger through the cum leaking out before shoving it back inside my pussy.
“Roarke.” I gasp and grab onto his arm.
“Can’t let any escape, poppet.” He rubs his jaw against mine. His stubble prickles my skin and makes me arch into his sweaty chest. “I’m going to keep you full of cum. Mine. Theirs. Ours.”
He thrusts his fingers in deep over and over again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he pulls his fingers out, he holds them to my lips. His eyes meet mine, almost daring me to. I open and he slides his fingers into my mouth.
I taste me and Aiden combined. Fuck. I close my eyes and moan.
“You like the taste, poppet? Me too.” He drops his shorts onto the ground and steps between my legs, teasing his cock against my entrance and tipping my head back to look at him. “Aiden’s right. You could be addictive. Give me another taste.”
He thrusts inside me and claims my mouth with his, lifting me against him. Kissing me deeply, he takes me into the shower and presses me against the wall. I hold onto his shoulders as he looks between us. He pulls out and pushes back in, watching his cock shuttle in and out of my pussy.
“You sore yet, poppet?” His gaze lifts to mine.
I shake my head and he smirks. His eyes turn serious.
“You tell me if it’s too much. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Promise me, poppet?”
My heart softens. I cup his jaw in my hands, loving the buzz of his stubble against my palms. “I promise, Roarke.”
“Fuck, poppet, say my name. I love your voice.” He fucks me harder, every thrust touching me so fucking deep. “I’m going to need to teach you to dirty talk. I’ll get Wyatt to write you some lines.”
I can’t focus on his words as he fucks me.
My nipples rub against his bare chest. He goes back to watching his cock sliding in and out. Fuck, I’m already getting so close again.
“So many things to do to you. We could spend the whole day fucking, poppet. I want to see you take Wyatt’s cock again. Splitting you open. You should suck him. Fuck, when you choke on him, your cunt will tighten around my cock like a vise.”
“Roarke?”
“Yes?” He meets my eyes and pinches my clit.
I cry out his name as I topple over the edge. He quickens his pace.
“That’s right, poppet. Say my name.”
He thrusts in deep, and I say in his ear, “Roarke.”
Shaking, he comes with a roar deep inside me. We stay like that for a few minutes to catch our breath. When he finally lets me down, my legs shake. He pulls me against him as he washes us, telling me a story about the time a set only had one shower and everyone was coated in mud.
I rest my head against his chest and let him take care of me, enjoying it while it lasts.
Before we finally go downstairs, Roarke refuses to let me go to my room to at least grab panties. Instead, he puts his shirt on over my head. It’s almost the same length as the dress I wore last night, but I’m constantly pulling at the hem to make sure everything is covered.
“It’s fine, poppet.” He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. All playfulness vanishes as I take in the serious faces around the table. My heart pounds, and I want to run back upstairs. Back where everything was good.
Wyatt holds out his hand to me and I take it, letting him pull me onto his lap.
“What’s happened?” Roarke takes the chair next to me and Wyatt.
Mason sets a tablet on the table. “Someone took a picture last night. Publicity is on top of it and trying to purchase the exclusive to keep it from going out.”
I glance at the picture. It’s Aiden and me kissing on the patio. It’s a little fuzzy, but it’s clear to me. I’m not sure what this means, but it can’t be good.
“Fuck.” Roarke rubs the back of his neck and glances at me.
“What does this mean?” I ask.
“We have to get the exclusive, or someone can publish it.” Mason leans back in his chair, studying me.
Aiden stands abruptly and walks out onto the patio. My gaze follows him, but I don’t know what’s bothering him. This kind of thing always happens to celebrities.
“Isn’t this normal tabloid fodder? Would it be bad if this got out?” I mean, it’s not that great of a picture, but it’s just a kiss. It’s not like we were skinny-dipping or fucking. It’s barely anything.
Wyatt rubs his hand down my back. “The problem is if the bank realizes you’re in a sexual relationship with Aiden, they won’t allow you to be his sobriety companion for the film.”
“Oh.” And there’s the rug pulled out from under me. It was too good to be true. I thought I’d make it for a while longer.
My heart slows and my brain quiets. This is the life I’m used to. Not fantasy all-day fuck fests with celebrities. I blow out a breath. I should pack my things. Figure out my next move. I can’t go back to my apartment. Not with Chad there.
Maybe Bristol would take me in for a few days, just until I get my feet back under me. I need to call the diner and see about getting back on the schedule. I still owe Chad rent, so I won’t be able to afford a place of my own.
But I can find a room somewhere. I can make this work. It’s no different from when I left my final foster home.
“Is her name attached?” Roarke asks.
Maybe the guys will give me something for my trouble. My brow furrows. But then am I just a prostitute if I take their money? I attended one party. I wasn’t even supposed to start until Monday. I probably shouldn’t take their money.
I sigh. I’ll find a second job. Maybe I can build my own future. It’s just going to take more time. I can go to college later. I didn’t really know what I wanted to be, anyway.
“No. They don’t have her name.” Mason watches me carefully. “Greer?”
I lift my head and meet his eyes, still trying to figure out how to fix my life after having this for a few days. It wasn’t nearly long enough. I’ll miss them, but that’s the way my life is. I know not to get attached.
For a few moments, I thought I could have the fantasy.
“Hey, kitten.” Wyatt tips my chin up and searches my eyes. “This is just a bump.”
I nod, because what else am I going to do? It’s always the same. It always doesn’t work out. Don’t get comfortable. Don’t get settled. Don’t think you’ve finally found somewhere you belong, because you don’t.
You never belong.
Tears choke me. No, I don’t cry. It’s easier if I don’t cry. The tears never change anyone’s mind anyway. I can leave with some dignity left.
“Excuse me.” I stand and hurry to the bathroom before any of the tears can slip free. I just need a moment and then I can start living my life again. Without them.
#
ROARKE
I’m focused on the picture when Greer says, “Excuse me.”
I catch the fear on her face before she runs off. Fuck. I know that look. When the door shuts, I turn to the others.
“Not good.” I walk over and knock on the door. “Poppet?”
She doesn’t answer.
“What’s happening?” Wyatt asks.
I storm back over to the table. “She’s fucking spiraling because you just said she’s out of a job.”
“No one said that.” Mason glances toward the door.
“If everything in your life has been shitty up until now, what would you have heard?”
Mason sits back and shakes his head. “This is fixable.”
“Is it? Because if I go tell her everything is going to be okay and we send her packing, that will destroy her.”
I run my hands through my hair. Fuck. I need to think. To fix this. To be the hero she needs and not the guy constantly trying to get in her pants.
“We’ll figure this out.” Mason sounds so confident, but he hasn’t seen her like I’ve seen her.
I walk back to the bathroom door and knock. “Greer, please. Let me in.”
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Her voice is soft and too high-pitched.
I rest my head against the door. “We’ll figure this out. You’re not leaving this house. You’re not out of a job. Please just come out and talk to us.”
Fuck, she can be my assistant. It doesn’t matter if I fuck my assistant or not. This isn’t over, but it feels like she’s already pulling away. Normally, that wouldn’t bother me, but this time it does.
I’ve barely had her in my life. I need more time. I need her.