Hollywood Rogue: Rogue and Ivy Book 1 (The A-List Rebels 2)

by Misti Murphy

  “Holy fuck,” I breathe as my cock strains against my fly. What was I saying about my libido being on the fritz earlier? Never mind, it was clearly because Uma Cookie has me bewitched.

  Her lips part a little more as she puts my whole digit in her mouth and works her tongue around it like it’s my fucking cock. Literally, that’s exactly what this reminds me of and the big man salutes her so stiffly it’s a miracle he doesn’t punch his way through the fabric of my pants.

  “Fuck.” I catch her waist with my hand as I steal back my finger. Bring her hard up against me. “You and your mouth. You’ll be the death of me.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She smiles like a piranha. But like the cute and sexy version of a piranha where you really want to make out with them all night long. And maybe give them a couple of orgasms for giving you so much great spank bank fodder. Then buy them breakfast and maybe lunch too. You know, just for good measure.

  “You should.” I smile down at her. It’s my turn now, and I don’t think she understands just how much I plan to make her suffer…while I give her orgasms with my tongue.

  Her hand finds my erection through my jeans and squeezes. “Do you know what my favorite daydream is right now?”

  “Ooft.” I shift my hips to put distance between my dick and her grip before I forget everything but the way it feels when she strokes me. I capture her hand and lift it to my shoulder. Place it there for her to cling to me. “I think I do, and I love that daydream. I’ve had it a few times myself. But I think it’s time we mix it up a little.”

  She inhales sharply. Pulls her lip between her teeth. “What do you have in mind?”

  “This.” I grip the back of her neck and smash my mouth on hers. She gasps, but her lips are soft and sweet and part without hesitation.

  It’s the weirdest thing. For a second, despite her eagerness, I get this sense that she has no fucking clue how to kiss. And then my tongue touches hers and she explodes into motion. She kisses me back so deeply. Greedily. Like she can’t get enough.

  Her hands grip my neck and climb one over the other into my hair. They tug on the strands as she drags my head down and pushes her round tits up my chest. I’m pretty sure she almost touches my tonsils with the tip of her tongue before she bites my bottom lip.

  I don’t care. I can’t stop kissing her. I might not be involved with a drug cartel, but I am in too deep with Uma Cookie’s mouth. The only way I’m quitting her now is in a body bag. I slide my hands down to her ass. Cup the full globes and squeeze. My fingertips skim her bare, warm skin near the hem of her dress.

  Her breath is coming in short and sharp bursts, but she whimpers into my mouth. Her whole body bows with that sound.

  I use my arm around her waist to pick her up and carry her across the alley until the wall is at her back. I bury my nose in the crook of her shoulder as I slip my fingers under her skirt and between her thighs. Inhale her like I want to devour her while I stroke my finger over her damp and flimsy panties.

  “Rogue.” She says my name like a prayer in between two never-ending kisses. Like she can’t believe that I’m real either. Like she needs me more than she needs air. Like maybe she feels this thing between us as much as I do and it’s not just some weird residual shit from almost losing my life.

  It should freak me out. Instead, I don’t fucking hesitate. I’ve been dreaming about paying her back in kind for what she did that night in the dressing room. Owning her pussy the way she did my dick. The way she still is.

  I fall to my knees on the cold bitumen in the dirty alleyway. Shove up her skirt and sink my fingers into the elastic of her panties. I tear them down her knees instead of at the seams. Her skirt is too short to leave her without panties once I’m done making her come on my face. Leaving her half-naked in a club full of drunk guys would piss me off. My fists twist into the material and I force myself to relax before I destroy them anyway. The thought that anyone who has seen her tonight has probably had ideas as impure as mine steals my breath. I don’t do jealousy. But for Uma Cookie… I might just have a problem.

  She bunches her skirt up and out of the way so her big gray eyes can take in every move. It makes me want to give her all the bells and whistles. I trail one finger along the curve where her thigh meets her sex before I stroke her slit. She’s dripping wet. I roll the pad of my finger around her clit.

  She whimpers and her knees wobble. Still she watches as though she’s transfixed.

  I’m obsessed with that look on her face. Half pleasure, half anticipation. And a teensy bit of something demure. Her whole body trembles for me as she draws in a sharp and squeaky breath. I push my finger inside her. Tease her walls until she whimpers again. Pull out and repeat the motion several more times before I lean in and cover her pussy with my mouth.

  “That’s so…” She moans. “Oh.”

  I lap at her. Suck on her clit. Dig my tongue into her entrance and fuck her with it. Until her hips are thrusting to meet my mouth. I add a finger then and concentrate my tongue on the tiny bundle of nerves that will bring fifty percent of the orgasm I’m crafting for her. The rest is the magic of my fingertip on her tight walls. In just the… right… spot.

  “Oh.” She cries out a little. Claps a hand over her mouth to stifle the rest of it.

  I take that as my cue. I make everything that little bit faster and more intense, sending her rocketing right into the kind of orgasm she’s not likely to forget. The kind of orgasm that people get addicted to. If Uma Cookie is going to make it so I can’t think about anyone else but her, then I want to even the score. She won’t be thinking about anyone else either. Only me. Only the way I make her feel.

  She tightens around my finger over and over again. Her knees buckle and her hips forget their tempo. “Holy shit, Rogue. That’s feels so. That feels sooo…. Wowwwwww. Christ. Oh my God.”

  “I’ll take it.” I smirk as I ease her panties back into place. I press a kiss through the cotton. “You and me, little pussy. We’re going to get very well acquainted.”

  She shivers. Her hand squeezes my shoulder. “Rogue?”

  I smooth out her skirt and stand up. Pull her close to my chest. “Yes, sexy rabbit?”

  Her gray eyes are curious as she lifts her gaze to mine. “You’ve really been thinking about me?”

  “Yeah.” I frown. I’m used to being suave. I have a talent for talking to the opposite sex, but that one word feels more heartfelt than anything I’ve said all night to the girl I came to this club with. Oh shit, I forgot about her the moment I saw Little Bunny.

  Uma’s pink tongue peeks between her teeth. “What have you been thinking about me?”

  “That I don’t know what color your eyes are.” I capture one side of her neck with my hand. “Blue? Green? Gray?”

  “It doesn’t matter what color they are.” She grips my wrist, ready to push me away.

  No, it doesn’t. I frown. If she runs again it won’t matter at all because I probably won’t get lucky a fourth time. How many times can she cross my path before I run out of luck, really? I hold her tight. “Stay. Don’t leave. Not yet.”

  She puts as much space between us as she can. “I don’t think—”

  “Don’t think.” I growl. I can’t let her go yet. Doesn’t she see what she’s doing to me? Making it so I can’t sleep or eat or breathe without my brain chanting her name. My fingers encase her wrist. “Please. Just be here with me.”

  She sucks her lips in while she thinks. She darts glances between me and the end of the alley like she’s considering her options. Run from me or accept that this is a moment we should fully invest in.

  Finally she nods once. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” I exhale for what feels like the first time in forever. “You’ll stay?”

  Her gaze settles on my mouth and a second later so do her fingertips as she steps into my space and soaks up all my oxygen. She taps the tip of her middle digit against the center of my bottom lip. Her eyes light up as she sm
iles so big and wide. “I’m here. I’m with you.”

  “Okay.” My chest grows light and my lips curl up. I squeeze her hand.

  “So…” Little White Rabbit asks, “what do we do now?”

  Chapter Ten

  Ivy

  This is a dream. A sexy, beautiful hallucination where Rogue Maddox holds me close after making me orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. I’m probably still washing dishes in reality, my fingers pruned from the warm, soapy water.

  It doesn’t matter how I got here. I’m not ready to give up this time with him.

  “What do we do now?” One strong arm around my waist, he keeps me glued to him as he repeats my question back to me.

  “Mmhmm.” I inhale his woodsy scent and it makes me fizz from the inside out.

  “Whatever you want,” he says before kissing my fingertips.

  My core clenches with lust at something that should be so innocent, but now that I’ve had a taste of what he can do with that mouth, I’m never going to be the same. “Anything I want?”

  He glances over his shoulder at the door leading into the club. We should probably go back inside. No doubt he has friends in there, and I have Adira. Last time I saw him he was talking to some guy who was salivating over his heels. It happens all the time. He has all this confidence and seems to ooze sexiness. It attracts people like mosquitos to a bug zapper.

  “We could go inside,” Rogue says. “But I have to warn you…I came with a date.”

  Of course he did. There’s almost always a girl. The gossip magazines like to run full page spreads dedicated to his latest bimbos. But those girls don’t last more than a couple of dates. They don’t show up when he’s alone. They don’t know the Rogue Maddox I do.

  “I was trying to convince myself you weren’t real,” he says, like he regrets even attempting to continue on as normal. Even though what other choice is there? Even now, this is only temporary.

  “It’s fine.” It is. We weren’t supposed to meet tonight. We aren’t supposed to share these stolen moments. Without Uma Cookie between us we have no connection and no conversation. Not that I’m willing to give them up. I just want one more hour. One more minute with him.

  “If I’d known you would be here. If I’d thought for one second…” He lifts my chin with the crook of a knuckle. Stainless steel beads and thin leather bracelets collide on his wrist. An apology radiates in his dreamy, blue sky eyes. “I don’t know who you are or why you have this pull on me…”

  I drown in the warmth of his skin. In his spice and manly scent that almost blocks out the smell of wet cardboard and dirt from the alley. His genuine but uncertain smile knocks my heart out of her platform heels. How could I ever say no to him? How could little Ivy Love ever hope to refuse the man she’s wanted since the first time she laid eyes on him? Who she’s held a torch for and pined over for more than a year?

  I drop my gaze to his navy cotton covered chest. Press my hand over his heart and toy with the little press studs at the open neck of his shirt. Uma Cookie is so much stronger than me. She has a voice where I have none. She fits in his arms like she was made to be there.

  I’ve wished for a moment like this for so long. A moment where I could finally talk to Rogue Maddox. Have him notice me. Kiss him. Be with him. How can I not steal that from a girl who probably doesn’t appreciate anything more than his popularity and charm? It’s either that or live with the sharp pang that comes with the knowledge he’s with someone else. I already have far too many regrets.

  One night. He’ll be Rogue Maddox and I’ll be Uma Cookie. No one else will matter. Nothing else will matter. I grip his shirt and lift up onto tiptoe so I can nibble his lips. “Let’s not go back.”

  “We should just go,” he says, like he’s coming to the same conclusion I am. “Text our friends on the way… to wherever.”

  “Yes.” I breathe through the tingles that flood every cell in my body. I pry his hand from my waist and thread my fingers through his. I can’t hide the dreamy excitement in my eyes or keep it out of my voice as I tug him toward the street. “I know somewhere we can go. We’ll need a cab.”

  “I’ll get it.” He steps out onto the road and throws his arm out. The one that isn’t still attached to my hand.

  Immediately a yellow cab veers toward him.

  When it stops, he opens the door and holds it for me. “After you, princess.”

  “Why, thank you, sir.” I flutter my eyelashes at him before I slip onto the backseat.

  A second later he crowds in beside me. His lips curve up in the dim interior. His gaze sticks to me like glue. He squeezes my hand and holds it to his chest as we settle in side by side. His other hand moves to my bunny ears that are sticking out awkwardly from having been knocked by the roof. He tries to straighten them out in the short space between my head and the ceiling.

  “Where to?”

  My stomach rumbles as I reach up and carefully remove my furry ears. I’d had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while I was studying this afternoon, but that was hours ago.

  His nose brushes the tip of mine. His breath is sweet and warm when it mingles with mine. “Are you hungry?”

  “A little,” I admit.

  He grins. “Me too.”

  “So we should get something to go,” I suggest.

  “Hey, cab driver, do you think you could take us to somewhere that sells…” He bites his lip and his forehead gathers in concentration as he studies my face. “What do you think? Should we get pizza? Tacos? Sushi?”

  “Oh, I couldn’t possibly decide,” I say. I want what he’s having. I just want him. “You should.”

  “You know what.” He grins even wider. “Let’s get all three.”

  “And champagne.” I clamp a hand over my mouth. Giggle. Uma Cookie’s ability to be in the moment and chatty surprises me. Without her, I could never be here like this, talking to him… like this. She’s so much more than I could ever hope to be.

  “Champagne?” Rogue’s lips twitch and one of his brows raises. “You want champagne?”

  Is it too much? I’m still a few months away from being able to drink legally. But it’s also one night. One evening with Rogue where anything goes. Where we are two people without pasts or futures. Without problems or rules to follow. “Yes, please.”

  “Well, okay then.” He beams at me and then turns to the cabbie. “You heard the lady. Let’s get some supplies.”

  The cab pulls through traffic. It’s still early. Maybe ten. The last time I looked was when we walked into the club around nine-fifteen and I’d made Adira promise we could leave after an hour. Straight clubs just aren’t that much fun when you can’t talk to people of the opposite sex.

  I love going with Adira to his favorite haunts. I know the people. They know me. Some of them have been my friends for years. It’s easier and I don’t mind missing out on the opportunity to talk to men. Especially when the only man in the world I’m interested in would never normally know I was alive, no matter what kind of club I went to.

  Only the universe keeps throwing him in my path. How can I possibly say no to that?

  The city is lit up. The bright lights are dazzling. We make a stop for bubbly, and Rogue pays the driver to go in and buy us two bottles of Vilmart & Cie, and glasses too.

  Rogue peels the foil off the first bottle as we move onto our next objective. Pops the cork free from the bottle. “It’s like we’re on a scavenger hunt. One that started with me finding you.”

  I steal the brut from his hands and do something I’ve always wanted to do but never been brave enough for. I tip the rim to my lips and drink from the bottle. The bubbles get up my nose. They tickle my airway as I climb onto his lap.

  “Little bunny.” His huge, warm palm grips my thigh. His big smile warms my chest. Taking the bottle from my grip, he swigs from it too. “Damn, you’re just too much…”

  “Too much?” I can hear the crackle in my voice. It’s not the first time I’ve been told I’m t
oo much for someone. Ivy, you’re too much for anyone to handle. No one can deal with you when you’re like this.

  My lungs tighten. Those butterflies turn into little lead pellets that make me feel sick. Of course the man of my dreams would think I’m too much.

  “Uma.” He holds me tight as he shifts so that I’m leaning back and he’s leaning forward. His lips whisper across mine. “You are so bold and fun and completely unexpected.”

  “Oh.” My pulse slows its skippy, anxious beat.

  He studies me with a little frown furrowing his brow. His beautiful orbs peer into mine. “What is it, little bunny? Did you think I was over you already?”

  I shake my head. It doesn’t matter. I find his heartbeat through the cotton of his Henley. Ba dumph, ba dumph. God, his heartbeat is my favorite song. I could listen to it on repeat for days on end. Weeks. Months. Years. “Let’s just have fun. Tonight. One night.”

  “That’s not going to cut it,” he says.

  I ignore the fantasy he proposes. Tonight is all I can focus on. Tomorrow…reality will come like a sucker punch. Uma Cookie will disappear and leave shy little Ivy Love in her place. I press my lips to his Adam’s apple and inhale the warmth of his skin while my heart yearns for something so far-fetched it can only ever be a fantasy.

  “Uma.” He growls my name.

  “We should text our respective people,” I say. By now Adira has probably worked out that I’ve left the club but I can’t in good conscience let him worry.

  “I’d rather ignore them all and kiss you,” he says, but then his phone starts ringing.

  “I think we ought to.” I grin at him as I grab the case still hanging by its long strap across my body and retrieve my phone while he talks to his brother. I know it’s his twin because he calls the guy Rebel before he asks him to let the girl he was at the club with know he isn’t coming back.

  I feel bad about how her night has turned out, but only for a moment. Then he squeezes my thigh and I find myself locked in those heated blue pools. What was I thinking again?