Wild on the Red Carpet (The Hollywood Showmance Chronicles Book 3)

by Olivia Jaymes

  So far her instincts were telling her to make him sweat. Swallow every inch of him that she could and give him pleasure that he wouldn’t forget for a long time, if ever. Her head bobbed up and down as his fingers wound into her hair, guiding her where he needed her the most. Her hands didn’t rest either, running up and down his powerful thighs and over his perfect glutes, honed from hours running and in the gym.

  “Baby, if you don’t stop this is going to be over before it even starts, and there are a hell of a lotta things I want to do to you.”

  It was only then that she remembered that she was still fully dressed and he was totally nude. She’d take him all the way to completion and not regret it but it might be even more fun to allow him to make love to her too.

  Pulling off of him with a pop, she reached for the top button on her blouse but his fingers brushed hers away. “This is my job and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.”

  Billie couldn’t say for sure whether Tyler enjoyed it but she did. Each touch of his hand burned her skin and sent sensation skittering through her body all the way to her toes. Arousal built in her abdomen as her blouse and then her jeans were tossed away, leaving her in nothing but her panties and bra. The way Tyler was looking at her…with such naked lust had her own pulse racing in return.

  Surprisingly gentle for such a powerful man, he pinched the fasteners of her bra together and it fell away, revealing her already tight nipples. Tracing around one with a fingertip, he dipped his head low and captured the other in his warm, wet mouth. With a moan of pleasure, she threw her head back as he suckled at the tight bud, worrying it slightly with his teeth before moving to do the same to its neglected twin.

  Instinctively her hips lifted and he didn’t hesitate to take the hint, his hand gliding down her body and straight to her center, wet and ready for him. Pressing two fingers inside of her, she gasped as he found a particularly sensitive spot, rubbing it until all the oxygen was forced from her lungs and she found herself begging for…what? Not less but more. Much more.

  His deep chuckle rumbled in his chest and his thumb grazed her clit, back and forth, over and over until she thought she would go quite mad with need. He kept her on the edge, not letting her go over but not letting her come down either. She hovered on the precipice, her eyes tightly closed and the world spinning on its axis so fast she was sure it would fly off into the universe somewhere and collide with the sun, exploding into a billion little pieces that would glitter in the inky night sky.

  “Say my name, baby,” he ground out, his lips close to her ear.

  “Tyler.”

  She did say it, softly, lovingly, caressingly, but then she said it again louder the second time as the bubble that had been building in her belly burst and the pleasure flooded through every cell in her body, almost painful in its intensity.

  Before she could even catch her breath she felt Tyler pushing at her entrance, his large cock stretching the tight walls. It had been a long time since she’d been filled so thoroughly and completely, if ever. He possessed her in every way, mind, body and soul.

  And her heart. She couldn’t deny that. He’d snuck in when she wasn’t paying attention and he’d become her world.

  Forcing her lids open, Billie gazed up at the man who had – like the movie star he was – taken center stage in her life. His intense blue eyes were dark with passion and a muscle jumped in his jaw as he held as still as possible to allow her to grow accustomed to his invasion. Running her fingers down his muscled back, she anchored her hands on his perfect ass and began to roll her hips. Just a little at first and then more, quickly gathering confidence as an expression of bliss crossed Tyler’s face.

  He dropped his forehead so it was resting on hers as he snapped his own hips back and then forward, sending rushes of pleasure straight to her sensitive clit. “That’s it, baby. Damn, you are tight. I’m barely holding on here.”

  With every stroke his groin rubbed against her, pushing her toward another release. Unlike so many of the men she’d known in the past, Tyler wasn’t all about himself. To her surprise and delight he gritted his teeth and held back, urging her to come for him a second time as he made love to her slowly and gently, as if she was rare piece of china that could shatter if not held and touched just right.

  Their gazes locked, he leisurely thrust in and out as if they had all day, his cock rubbing that sweet spot inside of her until she was once again on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall over. Her nails sunk into the flesh of his back as liquid heat flowed through her veins, the fire they created almost consuming her in its wicked flames.

  “Tyler.”

  His fingers had moved between their bodies and he barely had to touch her at all before she exploded, her orgasm even stronger than the first. Waves battered at the walls of her senses and she had to clutch at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as she allowed the pleasure to take control, content to let it rule her if only for a few moments. Tyler found his release right after and she watched fascinated as he threw his head back, showing off the cords of his neck. With a groan of pure male satisfaction, he said her name and then buried his face into her neck, his breath warming her skin.

  They stayed just like that for what seemed like forever but then he eventually rolled off of her, wrapping his arm around her waist and taking her with him and tucking her into his side. She rested her head on his chest and listened to his galloping heart as it gradually slowed down to a strong and steady thump. His fingers played with strands of her hair as the sweat cooled on their bodies. At some point, Tyler pulled up the sheet to cover them before pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead.

  So many facets to this man. A sexy seducer one moment, a gentle lover the next. Then to confuse her even more, a tender protector afterward, holding her close and keeping her warm and safe. Who was the real Tyler Gaylord? If it was all three of these men, plus the loyal friend that she’d known for so long she would surely be lost. He’d own every single piece of her heart and she’d never get it back. He could have all of her, she’d completely surrendered.

  The crush she’d had on him seemed so long ago and far away. It paled in comparison to the overwhelming emotions that had taken over her very being. This was far more than she’d ever expected to feel for anyone, and she couldn’t deny the truth.

  Billie was falling in love with Tyler.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Billie relaxed under the hot, steamy spray of water, closing her eyes and letting it cascade down her front, soothing her body and mind. She was surprisingly at peace after crossing over the friendship boundary and into a sexual relationship with Tyler. At first when she’d realized she was falling for him she’d been panicked and worried, unsure as to how she was supposed to act after such a life-altering realization.

  But as she’d lain in his arms afterward a peace had come over as he’d whispered funny things in her ear and stroked her long hair. Without saying a word, Tyler had shown her that he didn’t regret what they’d done one little bit. It felt natural and right, and not a bit strange or awkward as she’d expected it to. It was simply an extension to the already solid bond between them. Whatever the future held they would deal with it together as a team. Tyler might not be in love with her but she was the closest thing he’d ever had to a real relationship with a woman. He was certainly more than she’d ever had, whether friend, family, or lover.

  She and Tyler had stayed up for hours, talking and making love. They’d made plans for Hawaii and even talked about the wedding and honeymoon. If he was feeling freaked out or suffocated, he hadn’t displayed it. After weeks of feeling out of place with him and not sure how to act, they were back in sync. She felt completely comfortable with him again.

  Billie had her best friend back. She had also acquired a passionate lover along the way which was quite pleasurable. Making love with someone she trusted so totally had been a revelation and she’d been able to just…be herself. With Tyler she never had to pretend to be something or someon
e she wasn’t. She was enough.

  Rinsing the conditioner from her hair, Billie heard the bathroom door open. She’d left Tyler asleep in their bed but apparently her knight in shining armor was awake and looking for her. The shower doors were completely fogged so she couldn’t see anything but his outline. Hopefully it was him and not a serial killer.

  “Close the door,” she scolded, wiping the water from her eyes. “You’re letting out all the heat and steam.”

  “Of course I am. It’s roasting in this bathroom. Are you trying to poach yourself? And save me some hot water. We have a big meeting in less than an hour.”

  They did and Billie was nervous about it. This role was something Tyler desperately wanted and the entire reason they’d become engaged. The director obviously wanted to see them together. Perhaps he was suspicious of the timing of their relationship?

  “That’s why I woke up early. I’ll be done here in a minute and the shower will be all yours.”

  The shower door immediately swung open and Tyler stood there in all his glory. Buck naked and hard as a rock. Had he woken like that or had he gotten hard thinking about taking a shower with her?

  Did it matter? Nope.

  Stepping into the tiled cubicle, he closed the door behind him and then pulled her into his arms, sandwiching his hard cock between them.

  “You weren’t there when I woke up. Don’t do that again.”

  Bossy too, but she kind of liked the fact that he’d missed her in bed. She wouldn’t push back on that.

  “I needed a shower,” she said instead, sighing with pleasure when his lips found a sensitive spot behind her ear while his hands gave her bottom cheeks a playful squeeze. “I’m done, really. I should go and get ready. We don’t have a lot of time this morning.”

  Lifting his head, Tyler gave her his best sinful smile. “We have time. This won’t take long.”

  She didn’t know what he was talking about but then he dropped to his knees and pushed her up against the tiled wall, propping her thigh on his shoulder. His fingers came up and began to trace along her folds, just brushing her clit lightly like butterfly wings on the petals of a flower. Gasping, her head dropped back and she gave herself over to the pleasure. So fucking good.

  Tyler was right. This wasn’t going to take long.

  His tongue joined his fingers and unlike last night when he’d drawn their activities out as long as possible, prolonging her arousal, this time he went in for the kill. Pressing two fingers into her tight, wet channel, he swirled his mad-skilled tongue around and around her clit, then swiped at it with the flat of his tongue before starting the pattern all over again. Within minutes she was a trembling, shaking mess and would have fallen to the wet floor if he hadn’t been holding her up. Her knees were jelly, her heart was pounding, and a pleasurable heat was sweeping over her body. She only needed a push and she’d go over.

  He didn’t make her wait. Closing his mouth over the little button he sucked hard, sending her straight into the stars. She screamed his name and the sound echoed off the bathroom walls, sounding loud to her oversensitized nerves.

  Before she could even finish her climax he had her lifted so her legs were around his waist and her back pressed hard against the slippery tiles. Thrusting up, he entered her in one stroke and they both cried out at the exquisite sensation of his cock fully sheathed inside of her. This was no languorous coupling of last night. This morning Tyler rode her hard and fast, barely allowing her to catch her breath. They were like animals going at each other, never getting their fill.

  She felt her orgasm building in her lower belly again as she pressed kisses along his jaw and neck, anywhere she could reach. With every stroke he pushed them both higher, and she clawed at the already scratched and bruised flesh of his back.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby? You want my cock.”

  She’d learned something about Tyler last night. He liked the dirty talk. A whole lot. She had to admit it was kind of a turn-on so she tried to give it back to him too.

  “I love it. Fuck me harder, Tyler. Give it to me.”

  She didn’t think it was possible but he did just that, thrusting into her harder and rubbing those sensitive areas every…single…time…like an expert marksman.

  “You bet I’m going to give it to you, baby. This cock is just for you.”

  Of all the crazy dirty talk, it was his declaration of exclusivity that sent her over the edge. His proclamation that his cock was only for her was apparently just what her libido needed and she was off to the races. Toes curled, she screamed as her climax hit her unexpectedly, sending her spiraling into the clouds. Tyler was right behind her and he thrust into her twice more before going completely still, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  Even when he finally lowered her legs to the floor, he still held her up and thank goodness for that because she was still a quivering mess. Grabbing onto the metal bar in the shower cubicle she took several deep breaths, a big smile blooming on her face. Tyler too seemed to take his time recovering but she could see the happiness she felt reflected in his expression.

  Billie was so happy that she couldn’t control what happened next. Out of the blue she started to giggle, and then to make matters worse Tyler joined in, making her laugh all the harder. Her stomach hurt and she held her hand over her abdomen as she wiped tears of happiness from her eyes.

  “What are you laughing about?” she asked him, reaching up to trace that perfect jaw with her fingertips.

  He shrugged and chuckled, pulling her in for a long kiss that almost singed her lips off.

  “I don’t know. You were laughing so I started laughing. What were you laughing about?”

  She didn’t even think about lying, not with him. “I’m not really sure, actually. I’m just so happy.”

  His hands cupped her face and his heart was in his eyes. “Me too. Billie, I–”

  She placed her fingers over his mouth. “You don’t have to. Never think that you have to. This is enough.”

  It was more than she’d ever had.

  He kissed her fingers and then pulled them gently away. “No, it’s not. You deserve the words. Billie, I think I’m falling in love with you. I’ve never been in love so I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like but I think this might be it.”

  She was dizzy all over again but she forced herself to not look away. This moment was way too important.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you too,” she said. “It’s scarier than hell, isn’t it?”

  His expression relaxed into a grin. “It is but I’m glad I’m not out here alone.”

  Linking her hands around the back of his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss.

  “I think you knew I was out on that limb with you. I think you knew I always have been.”

  “It’s going to be good, babe,” he said earnestly. “I promise I’m going to do all I can to make you happy.”

  Did he not see it? Did it not show?

  “I already am.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  After making a pact to bathe together every single day, Tyler and Billie dressed and headed to the director Ron Weller’s suite just two floors up for a breakfast meeting. It was only one of the most important meetings of Tyler’s life. Certainly not the most important but it was in the top five. He was happy to have Billie holding his hand the entire way. Just having her next to him made him more relaxed and confident. If this guy couldn’t see how much he adored Billie then he needed to get his eyes checked.

  “Are you ready?” she whispered as they stood in front of the director’s hotel suite door. Tyler’s agent Josh was supposedly already there according to his last text.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this.”

  The door swung open and Josh stood on the other side, looking less than his usual happy self. His shoulders were tense and his lips were pressed together until they were almost invisible. Not a good sign. They entered into a living/dining room are
a dominated by a sectional sofa on one side and a large dining table on the other. Both looked out onto the San Diego skyline. It was the exact same view that Tyler’s room had only the suite was configured differently.

  Ron Weller, the current hot shot director after his Oscar award-winning movie just months before, stood from the table and held out his hand. Weller was about Tyler’s age but he looked ten years older, his skin tanned and weathered from the sun. Tyler had read that Weller liked to sail when he wasn’t working on movies.

  “It’s nice to meet you again, Tyler. When was the last time? Was it Cannes?”

  The butthole knew it wasn’t Cannes.

  “Actually I think it was at the Vanity Fair party after the Oscars a few years ago.”

  Weller nodded as if he remembered it well. “Yes, that’s right. I didn’t see you this year.”

  “I was working,” Tyler replied, not bothering to go into details. Weller didn’t give a shit about some big budget popcorn movie with car chases and Hollywood bad boys. Sliding his arm around Billie’s waist, he pulled her close and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I’d like you to meet my fiancée, Ron. This is Billie Oliver. You may have seen her work in–”

  “Lace Angels,” the director interrupted, shaking her hand. “Fabulous film, Miss Oliver, and you were especially good. The scene where you confront your mother was incredibly powerful.”

  Tyler hadn’t thought about that movie in three years but now that he knew about Billie’s past it was no wonder she’d been so good in that film. She’d had the emotional baggage to work with the script. Kind of like Tyler himself.

  “Thank you, Mr. Weller, and please call me Billie.”

  “And you must call me Ron.” He swept his arm toward the table. “Please come sit down and have some breakfast. We can talk about your interest in my upcoming film.”