by Jackson Kane
“Yes, that! I got you an audition for Velvet Intentions with Phillip Seymour. How much do you love me?”
“What! How?” I was on the verge of hyperventilating. It’d been so long now that I assumed they’d passed on making me a formal offer.
This was huge!
Then hysterical happiness crashed down on me, and adrenaline jolted through me like heroin. This was really happening! Between Bastien and this opportunity, I couldn't control myself. I started jumping up and down on the bed.
It could be my 'Emma,’ the breakout role I needed to start doing more meaningful projects. I'd always dreamt about winning an Oscar, and with this role I might actually have a chance!
“Don't worry about all that, that's why you have me!” Michelle’s smile bled into her voice. Hearing her client over-the-moon excited at opportunities she found was probably the greatest joy in the life of an agent like her. “Just get your butt to the studio in L.A. ASAP.”
“L.A.?” I asked. The excitement dwindled inside me like a dying flame in a closing glass jar. “I thought their auditions were going to be in Manhattan?”
“Change of plans. They’re doing most of it on the backlot at the studio. Fly out tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.” Michelle had hung up before I could interject.
Fly out? I couldn’t afford a plane ticket with Dad locking me out of my accounts.
“What happened?” Bastien leaned into the doorway to look at me.
“I got the audition I wanted.” I crashed to my knees on the bed.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” He asked. “Why aren’t we celebrating?”
“I can’t afford the ticket to fly out to California.” My heart and head felt heavy. Looks like Dad got his way after all.”
“Fuck that.” Bastien brows furrowed. “You’re going.”
“What? How?” I snapped my head up to see if this was a twisted joke or some baseless optimism. It wasn’t.
“Leave that to me.” There was only a look of fierce certainty on Bastien’s face when he walked fully back into the room that filled me with warm crackling energy.
With a huge smile on my lips, I jumped at him. I didn't see that he had the coffees in his hands, but fortunately he was able to throw them aside and catch me before either of us got burned. He held me a few feet off the ground with ease. I loved that he was so strong!
“Aren’t you a little old to be jumping on the bed? Besides, I thought it was the rock stars that trashed hotel rooms.”
“I'm only twenty-three, Bastien. It's not weird yet!” I protested. He just looked at me for a few moments, taking in my giddy energy with a widening smirk. “Thank you for this.”
Chapter 16
Bastien
Past
“Stay out of trouble, Romeo.” Olivia scratched my dog behind his ears, closed the gate around my yard, and then jogged to catch up to me.
With the warmer weather coming in, she had started wearing less and less layers. We hadn't made it official or anything, but we were together as much as possible. I didn't know why I was playing it so slow with Olivia. I hadn't even kissed her yet. If she were any other girl, I'd have fucked her by now and probably moved on.
Maybe that was why, Olivia brought me back from a really dark place. She deserved better than all the other girls. My new-found principles hadn't stopped me from fantasizing about what it'd be like when we finally did it, though.
“Why do we still walk to school when you have your dad's truck?” Olivia asked, struggling with her obscenely large backpack.
I slipped behind her and squeezed her hips, “So you can fit into your prom dress.” I was joking, of course. Olivia had a slammin' body that was tight in all the right places. She tried to elbow me in protest, but I was too quick. I'd smoothly taken her backpack off in the process and slugged it over my shoulder, so she wouldn't have to carry it.
I had a bunch of bullshit reasons why we had to walk, but really it was because this way I got to spend a little more time with her. School was ending next month, she was headed to Julliard in NYC and I had a few wrestling and football scholarships out west, as long as I passed my finals.
For the first time in my life I was worried.
What if this was the last month I'd get with Olivia?
“I'm fine, thank you very much. When I get picked up for prom, I'm going to look fantastic,” she said. Olivia had become more confident in the last few months. I hadn't seen her wear a hoodie since the last night of her play. It was nice to see her not hiding anymore.
When I get picked up...
“Has anyone asked you?” My hands balled into fists at the thought of someone else taking her to prom. We hadn't officially changed our Facebook statuses yet, but I was planning on asking her out on prom night. She'd be the first actual girlfriend I ever had.
I wasn't about to let any other guy fuck that up.
“Not yet, but I hope someone does soon. I'd hate to spend the evening alone.” Olivia crashed into me lightly. She was never the subtle type with hints. I always knew what was on her mind.
“I wouldn't hold your breath, Olivia.” I loosened my fists. I got so heated at even the thought of someone approaching her like that. I really didn't have to worry about that, though. The other guys knew that she was off limits by now. “No one's gonna ask you.”
Olivia scoffed, insulted.
“Everyone in school knows that the only way to you is through me. And no one's brave enough for that.” I slid a hand behind her back and pulled her into me. Then I spoke softly directly into her ear. “No one else gets to have you. You're all mine now.”
Present
“No matter what you hear, don't come in.” I took the steaming dinner tray from the flight attendant, then clicked the privacy tab next to the door. The suited attendant looked a bit hesitant, but eventually left.
This was the first time I’d taken the private jet anywhere without Warwick. It was an uneasy abrupt change for the employees, but they knew not to ask any questions.
The attendant nodded and closed the door behind me. I looked around the spacious lounge compartment. Everything had a stylish white leather with black trim interior, including the casing around the crackling fireplace.
It still blew my mind that this was all mine.
But as far as Olivia and everyone else knew, this was still my boss’s jet.
“Take a break and eat.” I placed the tray on a table against the wall of the cabin.
The sun had just set on the bruised purple sky, far below that storm clouds churned and flashed in a heavy thunderstorm. And we were above it all.
“One minute.” She was curled up on the U-shaped sofa, opposite the fireplace, reading the script for the big Hollywood audition she had coming up in a few days. Mild turbulence wiggled the chess pieces on the small coffee table in front of her. It was painted to look like a chess board, but Olivia only used it to hold her water bottle.
I'd only been back in her life for a little while, but I'd come to realize that 'one minute' to Olivia had a way of turning into an hour, especially if she was prepping for a film. I walked up behind her, leaning on the sofa and taking her in.
Her layered, dirty blond hair streamed over top of the shoulder rest. I bent forward, allowing the scent of her expensive conditioner to linger temptingly in my nose. My eyes traced her flawless skin past the ridge of her collar bone, then down the V-shaped hem of her sweater, to the rise and fall of her pale, smooth cleavage.
Olivia was too absorbed in her craft to notice me hovering over her. Through the exposed, creamy skin of her throat, I could faintly see her pulse beating. I wanted to pull her head back and run my tongue along the nook in her neck. The thought of her slightly salty taste made my cock push into the front of my jeans.
What am I doing?
I pulled away and exhaled. My abrupt movement and sound broke her attention from the script and turned it toward me.
“Are you alright?” She breathed a little quicker w
hen she noticed just how close I was to her.
No, I'm not fucking alright.
Being this close to her was tearing me apart. But I was her bodyguard, where else was I going to be? There was more danger out there for her and her family. I let my guard down and she was nearly killed. I had to focus on keeping her safe, not making her come.
Then there was the risk of exposure.
We'd already fucked up once in that motel room. Shit, more than once if you count the Jacuzzi. Both times we'd gotten lucky that there was no one around. I was making her careless. And that was the one thing she couldn't afford going into the biggest role of her career.
“You should eat,” I said.
“If you're hungry, feel free to start without me.” Olivia looked me over, trying to discern the pained expression on my face.
I eyed the wide neckline of her sweater as it slid past one of her soft shoulders. It taunted me, daring me to take the whole garment off.
Olivia had let her hair down and changed into a comfortable sweater and pajama pants for the six hour flight from Boston to L.A. She only had light makeup on and was far from 'cover-ready,’ but that only made her look more real. I didn't care all that much for the perfect, airbrushed look, seeing her like this only made me want to fuck her more.
“Oh, I'm fucking starving.” Despite all my good intentions about staying away from her, she was an addiction for me. Always has been. There was no cure for how bad I wanted Olivia. My eyes snapped up and caught hers. “Just not for food.”
We were alone, I rationalized. I checked the background of everyone on the flight. I wouldn’t have to be her bodyguard up here.
I felt like a junkie, I just needed one more fix.
I walked around the side of the couch and stood right in front of her. I could feel her breath on my neck. I wore a T shirt that stretched tightly across my muscled chest and showed off my tattoos.
“I think I should get back to work,” Olivia unconvincingly said the words.
I slid a hand around the back of her neck and ran my thumb along her jaw line. I saw through her flimsy protests. She wanted this as badly as I did, she just didn't want to be held accountable for it.
“You're done working for now.” I slipped my other arm under her sweater and wrapped it around her back, pulling her closer. Her soft, full lips seemed to buzz when I grazed them against mine.
“Bastien, I don't—” Olivia swallowed, but didn't try to pull away. “Maybe this isn't such a good idea. What if your boss finds out?”
“I've never been called a good idea.” My lips touched hers as they formed each word. I knew this was wrong, and it was only a matter of time until whatever this was blew up in our fucking faces. But I just couldn't resist. Six years without her was too long for me to pass up a moment like this.
I opened my mouth to warn her to stop me, but I decided against it. I didn't give a damn what she said. Her body told me what she really wanted. There was no fucking way I'd stop now.
“Bastien...” She whispered as my tongue and teeth found the part of her neck right above the collarbone. With one quick motion, I unclasped her bra. Watching the creases in her mouth turn into a taboo smile made my cock hard enough to burst the front of my jeans.
“We're forty thousand feet above anyone who’d care what we do.” I looked at her. Beneath all her glamour and glitz was a more simple beauty. It reminded me that, every once in a while, we could just be two people instead of what the public saw us as. “It's like international waters up here. There aren’t rules.”
The worried look didn’t leave her face. She was still uncomfortable with getting such an exclusive flight from a stranger.
“My boss…” I started. “Is an extremely eccentric guy. Please trust me when I say he doesn’t care what we do. He has a vested interest in keeping your family safe.”
“But why?” Olive asked, shaking her head. “I’ve never met the man. Why is he so willing to help?”
“He was a friend of the family,” I lied. “He doesn’t like that your father locked you out of your bank accounts and wants to help you any way he can. You can relax.”
That seemed to make sense to her. The hesitant rigidity in her muscles gave in.
I didn’t like lying to her, but she couldn’t know the truth. If I told her that I was a billionaire, maybe she might not like me for the right reasons. Once I made sure she was safe, I promised to tell her everything.
I dragged my fingertips down her back, then back up. This time taking the sweater and bra with me. After that we were an explosion of motion.
Olivia clawed at my shirt, tearing it off. I ran my hand down her neck, stopping at her breast and squeezing. My body sank low enough to catch her other nipple in my teeth. Olivia tossed her head back and gasped. For a girl with such an innocent public image, I knew she liked it rough.
With a quick tug at her pajama pants, Olivia stood bare-assed before me. Her designer clothes had so many useless buttons and bullshit that I had to smile at just how nice thin cotton pants were to take off. The subtle scent of her naked body gave me a heady rush, as if all of my endorphins were rushing in at once.
She ran her fingers through my short black hair, pulling me into her stomach. I licked across her belly button and grazed my tongue across her lower lips, then bit into her thigh instead. Olivia squeaked with my tease.
“What are you doing?” I swept all the magnetic chess pieces and the bottle of water off the coffee table and laid Olivia's down on top of it.
“Touch yourself.” I popped the button on my jeans and stood just behind where her head hung off the table. She was stretched out in a line in front of me. The crotch of my pants was a few inches from her forehead. “I want to watch.”
Olivia's face flushed with heat, but she slid a hand down and did what I commanded. I leaned forward, caught her hand and sucked on two of her fingers. Now wet, I let them go. Olivia smiled and slowly strummed her swollen clit.
“Like this?” Olivia bit her lip and pushed two fingers inside her perfect pussy. Her hips slowly gyrated as she worked her hand. It was so hot that I almost forgot to breathe.
God, did she know what she did to me?
I couldn't wait any longer. My cock was so hard at the sight of her that it practically unzipped my pants for me. I pulled my fat cock from my pants and lowered it to her lips.
“Seriously?” Olivia grabbed my cock with her free hand. Standing over her head like this was a crazy angle that I'd never tried before. But I sure as hell couldn't pass up the opportunity.
“Scared?” My mouth cracked into a mischievous grin.
Her eyes flashed as if I'd just dared her. Without another word, she took as much of me into her mouth as she could. It was more me fucking her face than her sucking my cock. It was insane how turned on I was. She was lying naked on her back with my cock in her mouth. I wanted to burn that image into the back of my eyelids so I could see her like this every time I closed my eyes.
Her tongue and lips worked black magic around my cock as her hand pulled and pushed me like she was sucking a Popsicle. She got me too close too fast, I pulled out with a smacking sound.
“That was incredible,” Olivia said, gasping for air.
“I'm not finished with you yet.” I walked around the other side of her to where her legs hung off the small table. I slowly worked my cock back and forth above her, tightening the muscles in my arms, chest and abs.
“Oh yeah? So what now?” Olivia propped herself up on an elbow and smiled at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers. Eyes that knew we couldn't get in trouble up here in this jet. We were both free to do whatever we wanted, however we wanted.
I pulled a condom from my wallet, then kicked off my pants. “Now we join the Mile High club.”
I unrolled the condom over my cock and slapped away her hand. Her pussy was all mine. A quick spasm of pleasure jolted through my shaft as I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. A low moan escaped my lips as I pushed into
her.
How the fuck could she feel this good?
It wasn't the first time we had sex, but I still couldn't believe how good it was. I'd never been with a woman for more than one night, but with Olivia it was so different. I couldn't get enough of her. When we weren't fucking, it was almost always on my mind. I was beginning to feel like there was something wrong with me.
But whatever it was, I sure as hell didn't want to fix it.
Olivia bit her knuckle to prevent from screaming too loudly. One day, I decided, I'd find a way to fuck her so that she could scream as loud as she wanted and not have to worry about who heard her. I'd kill to hear that sound.
She crushed my pumping cock, it was everything I could do not to lurch forward and come. I licked my thumb and applied pressure to the nub of her clit as I fucked her. I've wanted her for so long.
Olivia's eyes rolled back. Her breathing was short and shallow. All the sweaty muscles in her core tightened and she came hard.
The rippling spasms in her pussy were enough to get me off. With a ragged grunt, and a slight jerk forward, I filled my condom to bursting. She pulled everything I had out of me. I had to slam a fist into the table just to keep from collapsing on top of her.
Afterward, we cleaned up and made at least half an effort to get dressed. I sat on the couch in my boxers. Olivia rested her head in my lap. We still had a few hours before we arrived in LA.
“Sometimes it feels like I live in a sparkling cage in some crazy zoo.” She might've wanted the statement to come off as funny, but the notes of sadness in her tone were unmistakable. I couldn't imagine being constantly scrutinized like she was.
It'd drive me nuts.
For a few more hours the world below didn't matter, but all good things eventually came to an end. Part of me wished we'd fly forever and never get to LA.
“What are we doing, Bastien?”
“The only thing we can do.” I brushed the hair from her face and held her. The moment was fleeting, but at least it was ours. “We're living.”
