Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CORRECTION. IT’S HOT, AND IT’S MESSY
TRIPP
Idid my time. Played nice. Said all the right things.
I’m finding Greer and getting the hell out of here so I can get into her as my reward.
After Tony insisted I follow him around to meet every damn director and producer at the party, I’d gone into a bathroom tucked away from the party. My last thought about Greer almost fucked up my aim as I tried to finish taking a piss before my dick could fully harden. It was a close one.
Grimacing, I tucked it away at a painful angle before righting my suit. I washed my hands and exited the bathroom into the small sitting room outside. My steps slowed to a stop.
Ah shit.
I was no longer alone.
A blonde stood, her expectant gaze aimed at me without a flicker of surprise at the interruption. She held the hair of the redhead kneeling at her feet so her friend could snort the thin line of coke on the table in front of her.
Once she was done, she wiggled her nose and smiled at me. “You looked bored out there, handsome.”
I was, but only because I would rather be alone with Greer.
Knowing how to handle a gentle rejection, I forced a smile I didn’t feel. “Nah, it’s a great party. We should all get back out to it.”
“Why do that when we can have our own party in here?” the blonde said, tugging the redhead’s hair.
“It’d be way more fun.” The redhead’s hands skimmed up the blonde’s bare leg until it was under her short skirt. “We can even make it quick if you want.”
They were both attractive in the usual LA way. If it were a couple months prior, I might’ve taken them up on the offer. But that was before Greer.
Nameless, emotional hookups had lost their appeal. I liked being able to look at myself in the mirror. I liked the fact that it wasn’t regret and disgust that filled the emptiness in my gut after I came. It was the kind of happiness I didn’t know was possible.
And it wasn’t just my brain that was against a hookup. My body was on the same page. Dealing with them even momentarily was enough to shrivel my hard-on.
“I’m opening the door,” I warned, dropping all pretense of friendliness. If they wanted to blast me for the rejection, they could have at it.
They misinterpreted my warning as me wanting them to come on stronger.
Which they happily did, offering more bullshit I wasn’t paying attention to.
When they finally realized I wasn’t fishing for a naughty incentive to stay and was literally opening the door they’d locked after them, the redhead hurried to hide the baggy of blow.
Hurried, and failed since it spread across the table in a comical puff of white.
It was a dick move, but I laughed as I opened the door.
And then my laughter died in my damn throat when a startled Greer stopped short.
Her wide eyes moved from my smiling face to the two women behind me who were still positioned like they were shooting a softcore porno.
And then her gaze very obviously dropped to the front of my pants, making me grateful she hadn’t come in earlier when my thoughts had been on her.
“Shit,” I muttered. It was probably the stupidest fucking thing that could’ve come out of my mouth since it made me seem guilty when I wasn’t. I hadn’t even been tempted.
But I knew how it looked. That Greer had trust issues. That I had a reputation that was my own doing.
Sure enough, my one word was enough to jolt her from her frozen state. Unlike me, she didn’t hesitate to haul ass down the hallway.
I watched her go, my panic making me immobile as I tried to figure out what to do. I could drag her back and make the women tell her nothing had happened.
But they might lie and say something did happen, launching the situation from bad to shit.
I could give her space, something I dismissed right away since I knew that would bite me in the ass.
Or I could chase after her and tackle her to the damn ground if she tried to leave.
I went with that option.
“Good, we’re alone again. Now lock the door, and we can test how sturdy these chairs… Wait. Where are you going?” one of the women—I didn’t look or care which—called after me as I took off.
I expected Greer to already be at the exit. I would’ve followed through with my plan to force her to talk to me, not giving a damn what kind of scene I caused. But when I turned the corner near the end of the hall, she was standing there.
Waiting.
“That wasn’t what it looked like,” I blurted. It sounded as cliché out loud as it had in my head, but it was the truth.
Her expression wasn’t neutral. It was blank. There was no anger or hurt or any sign of emotion. Her voice was just as robotic. “Did you do anything?”
“No. Fuck no. I have no clue who those women—”
“I don’t care about them,” she said, and fuck, that cut.
Not that I wanted her hurt. I didn’t. But I wanted her to care if I was with anyone else because I sure as shit cared if she was. But she didn’t.
Not if I was sexting other women.
Not if I was sneaking away from her to hook up in a bathroom.
Her voice was barely above a whisper as her gaze darted around to make sure we were still alone. “Did you do drugs?”
If it was a different situation, I would’ve thought it was fucking cute that she sounded like she was filming a DARE video.
“No.” At the way she stared into my eyes, checking my pupils for signs I was lying, I pointed out, “I’ve barely had alcohol lately. I’m not doing mystery blow in the bathroom.”
That seemed to get her as she silently thought about it.
She slowly nodded, but she didn’t relax.
Her delicate throat convulsed as she swallowed hard.
“I know your life is drastically different than mine, and things like that are normal in your world. But I’m not okay with drugs.
It’s ruined too many lives, and I can’t be around it. ”
“That’s fine because I’m not doing it.”
She didn’t look like she believed me.
“I’m not saying I’ve never done it. I have. But not for a while.”
Not since meeting you.
Ever since she came into my life, there wasn’t that pit in my gut that I was trying to fill anyway I could. There was no numbness I was drinking or snorting away in the hopes of feeling something.
But at the way rejection clawed at my gut like a tiller, I could’ve gone for some numbness.
“And you won’t while I’m working for you?” She scrunched her face. “Or at least when I’m with you?”
“I won’t at all.”
I expected more fight or skepticism. Hell, I was prepared to piss in a cup so she could test to confirm I was telling the truth.
But her shoulders finally relaxed as she nodded. “Okay, good.”
There’s been very little good about this night.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I muttered as I pulled my phone out to text Hank.
By the time we got outside, he was already parked in the secure area and standing outside of the open rear door. I touched Greer’s lower back, helping her in before rounding the vehicle to get in on the other side.
Hank tried to rush over to open my door but just shook his head as I settled myself. He climbed into the driver’s seat. “Still going to Golden?”
Going there—technically to Gilded, but Hank didn’t know about that—would’ve been smart. I could work through the ache that made it feel like my ribs were going to crack. I could punish Greer’s sweet ass, reminding myself that even if my feelings weren’t reciprocated, I had her trust.
Her body.
Her submission.
But I could be anyone in her head while she was in subspace. I was just the lucky bastard who happened to be in the right kink club at the right time to introduce her to it. She didn’t seek me out. Not really. Not the way I wanted her.
I was a means to stress relief and pleasure.
I wasn’t sure she gave a shit beyond that.
That was a lie. I knew she didn’t. She’d just told me in that damn hallway.
“No,” I answered. “Home, please.”
Other than a questioning look I ignored, Greer didn’t object. She also didn’t look disappointed. That loosened a bit of the tension, but not enough.
She chatted with her new best friend Hank the whole drive, asking about Darren and the new house they would be moving into.
I tried to use the time to get myself under control, but unease simmered through me.
By the time we arrived at my house, I was coming out of my damn skin.
I started to help her from the car before deciding it would take too long. I lifted her into my arms instead, and she laughed as she held on, calling out a goodbye to Hank. Her voice still held happy amusement as she asked, “What’re you doing?”
“It’s nearing midnight.”
I tore my focus away from the enhanced security system in time to see her content smile. “Oh.”
Rearming the system, I kept my tight hold on her as I started up the stairs, not stopping until we were in my bedroom. I turned on the light, only then setting her on her feet so I could kiss her the way I’d been fucking dying to do all night.
Her mutual desperation eased more of the tension as her shaking hands rushed to undress me. To touch me.
I did the same, roughly undoing the zipper down her back. The audible tear of the fabric cut through the air, and I tore my mouth away. “Shit.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she rushed out before spearing her fingers into my hair and pulling me back down to her.
The rest of our clothes were hastily discarded, leaving a trail as I backed her toward the bed.
I reached down to force my hand under her ass and between her thighs before using that hold to lift her again.
Her legs wrapped around me just as I took her down to the mattress, covering her body with mine.
I wanted her taste. I wanted to eat her until her sweetness dripped down my chin, and she begged me to stop. But when she shifted under me, sliding her pussy against my dick, I couldn’t force myself to pull away.
Not yet.
I rocked against her, returning the sweet torture.
Her breath hitched each time my piercing rubbed her clit.
Each shaking inhale grew more uneven as I played with her nipple.
I pinched it harder than I should’ve, and Greer cried out into the kiss.
But she didn’t pull away. She pushed herself into my hand, silently begging for more.
When I eased back my hand and my mouth, gently touching and kissing her even as I ground my hard-on against her clit, she added non-silent begging.
“Please, Sir.”
I froze. More than ever, I needed to hear her say my name. “What was that?”
“You’re Tripp when you’re in me.” She undulated. “But you’re not in me right now.”
“You also called someone else sir tonight,” I gritted out.
“Accidentally.”
I dropped my head to her tit and bit hard enough to leave a mark. I wanted to add more all over. I wanted everyone to see them. More than that, I wanted them to be a reminder for her.
She was mine.
Even if she didn’t think so.
Even if she didn’t know it yet.
“Don’t let it happen again. Understood?” Unable to stop myself, I added a second one on her other tit before continuing down her body. I’d intended to slowly tease her until she was a whimpering mess beneath me, but at the first stroke of my tongue up her slit, I lost it.
Lost control.
Forcing a hand under her ass, I tilted her pelvis to give me more access as I ate with greedy need.
Her legs tried to close on instinct, but I wasn’t sure if she was trying to get away from the onslaught or hold me closer.
Since all her movement did was press her thighs to the side of my head, it didn’t really matter.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
I slid a finger inside her. Then another, focusing my teeth and tongue on her clit. It didn’t take long before she tightened around my fingers and cried out, “Tripp.”
That soothed something deep in me.
I wanted more of it.
I didn’t ease back. Not when she tried to wiggle away. Not when she whined. Not when she threatened.
I kept the brutal intensity until the taste of her second release flooded my mouth and her juices coated my face.
Keeping my hold on her ass, I moved over her body before rolling and taking her with me. Her pussy was still twitching with aftershocks as I surged up to fill her in one harsh thrust. It took every bit of willpower I had, but I forced myself to remain still.
“Ride me,” I ordered gruffly.
She didn’t hesitate.
Her hips rotated, testing my control as she found her positioning. And then she moved. Rocking. Bouncing. Grinding down to get pressure on her needy clit. I moved my thumb to give it to her but otherwise remained still as she fucked herself on my length.
When her lids started to lower, I took my touch away to grip her hip and still her. “Eyes open.”
It seemed to take a lot of effort, but my good girl obeyed.
Resuming my focus on her clit, I held that eye contact as she found her rhythm again.
I wanted her to take her pleasure from me.
And I wanted her to be aware of who it was under her.
After a few minutes, her movements became jerkier. Faster. Her soft moans grew louder with each quick bounce.
Every positive film review. Every glowing piece on me. Every standing ovation, fan scream, or roar of approval.
None of it held a damn candle to the pride that surged in me each time I made her moan.
Each time I made her come.
She tightened around me, and her words were a raspy cry when she begged, “Please, Tripp. Please.”
Knowing what she needed, I gripped her hips and took control. I slid her up and down my cock, keeping the relentless pace she needed.
Her head dropped forward, her unfocused eyes meeting mine. The corner of her mouth curved up in a soft, sexy as hell smile just before she whispered, “Tripp.”
Her orgasm.
My name in that voice.
That damn smile.
Even if I wanted to hold out, it was impossible. I came so hard my vision tunneled, filling her before planting myself deep.
Greer’s hands went to my chest as she leaned over me and hung her head, her breaths just as labored as mine. When she tried to roll off me, my fingertips dug in to keep her in place a little longer.
She smiled down at me, sleepy and dazed but happy. Fuck if that didn’t soothe something, too.
Her gaze moved to the bedside table before that smile grew into a grin. “Happy New Year.”
I looked over to see it was shortly after midnight.
Which meant I started the year the same way I wanted it to continue.
In Greer.
With Greer.