Celebrity Pass

by Camryn Eyde

  No longer caring about her driving technique, I put a hand over hers and squeezed. She sounded so small and sad. She was a celebrity. She was supposed to be larger than life, immortally branded on the big screen, and not real and vulnerable like every other human on the planet. “I’m sorry,” I said.

  She gave me a little smile. “We’re here.”

  And we were. Appearing out of the teaming rain was a little log cabin that appeared to have an elongated deck on one side.

  “It goes to the lake beside the cabin,” Isobel said, noticing my curiosity.

  I blinked at the apparition. She has a private pier?

  “I had it made last month to surprise my partner.”

  “She hasn’t seen it yet?” I said, blinking and turning back to her.

  Isobel shook her head. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

  I looked to the pier still lit up by the car’s lights and nodded. “Very much.”

  Smiling, she patted my leg. “Come on, let’s get inside.”

  Getting out of the car resulted in a renewed drenching. The attached garage back at the mansion afforded us to have a dry trip, but now, still only dressed in robes, we were soaked through in a mere moment.

  Bursting through the front door, I stopped quickly, Isobel hitting my back and sending me forward a few steps.

  “What is it?” Isobel asked. Her hands were gripping my shoulders.

  “The fire. It’s lit.” I turned my attention to the low table by the sofa’s surrounding the fire. It was laden with food and a bottle of wine.

  “I was counting on the fact you’d agree to join me here. However, I had hoped to be here a little earlier. I fear Ms. Hunter’s crispy chicken wings may be cold.” Standing beside me, she took my hand. “Come. Let’s put on a dry robe and eat.”

  Sitting beside her on the sofa a short time later, I looked at the spread and my stomach grumbled. Isobel chuckled as I flushed with embarrassment.

  “Eat,” she said, taking her own morsel from the platter in front of us.

  Sitting in silence for a while, we recharged our bodies and washed it down with a white wine that probably cost more than my monthly pay check. It was rich, vibrant and smooth. Much like my company.

  Staring at Isobel, I congratulated my luck. What started out as a dreadful day had turned into one not even my wildest dream would contemplate. The woman that was the vision of my fantasies was licking her fingers after eating an olive, and I was mesmerized by the sliver of pink tongue darting out and taking the flavor of the small fruit off her skin. Incredibly sexy.

  And she caught me staring…again. Giving me a knowing smirk, she said, “Hungry?”

  I nodded. Hungry for more of her.

  “So what are you waiting for?”

  I reached out for her hand and pulled her to me. Her lack of surprise gave me a boost of confidence. Nudging her to climb into my lap, I rested against the back of the sofa and felt her weight straddle me. Letting a long breath escape my lips, I took Isobel in a long possessive kiss. Our mouths melded and I stroked her with my tongue, tasting every corner of her mouth. I nipped at her lip, drawing it away from her before pushing my lips against her again and soothing the bite with my tongue. She melded herself to me and chased my tongue back into my mouth with her own. Dominance switched and she showed me exactly what it meant to have your breath stolen away, your senses knocked out the park, and have your very soul tremble with anticipation. I was a prisoner; captured by her essence. I let myself fall into her heart, mind and soul.

  We were both panting when she pulled back to recover from the intensity of it all. Kisses had been a means to an end before now, but that one…

  “Wow,” Isobel whispered.

  Exactly. Wow.

  I made an agreeable noise in the back of my throat and began peppering her face with kisses. Pulling the soft robe from her shoulders, I laid a wet trail along the flesh I exposed with lips and tongue. Wrapping an arm around her, I tugged her lower body flush to mine, leaving enough room to slip a hand between us to fondle her breasts. Round and firm, and long the subject of the tabloids about whether she had them surgically altered, I palmed the very natural-feeling breasts beneath my hand and flicked the dark pink nipple with my thumb. My lap, hot and damp below her, was a testimony to my ministrations.

  Isobel groaned to the raftered ceiling as I ran my teeth down her slender throat. I pulled away a little to let my eyes feast on the generous pale flesh. “So beautiful,” I whispered before leaning her away from me so I could inspect the flushed sight of her magnificent chest. Gently cupping one breast with my free hand, I plumped it with a squeeze and chased it with my mouth, taking it between my lips and suckling at the peaked skin.

  I pulled her now gyrating body against my lower half again, and squeezed gently on the neglected breast. Tugging at the tightly puckered nipple, I heard her soft, throaty moans of approval as I pinched it while I grazed my teeth over the one in my mouth. Fingers tangled in my hair and held me against her firmly. I made love to her breasts until she began moving frantically in my lap. The dampness between her legs now seeping through the layers of terrycloth between us.

  Raising my head from her chest, she took my face tightly in her hands and clashed our tongues together. Teeth clacked and lips smacked as she continued to thrust down against my lap.

  She needed more.

  I pulled away, to her dissatisfaction, and untied the knot at her waist. Tangling our arms together, she did the same to my robe. Once untied, I stood, dislodging her from my lap, earning myself a scowl. Ignoring her protest, I shoved her robe to the floor and yanked mine off. Approval shone in her eyes as I took her hand, leading her to the plush rug in front of the low-burning fire. Laying her down, I stopped to drink in the sight of her.

  Creamy skin flushed with arousal beckoned me. Laying slightly to the side, I mapped the curves of her breasts, her stomach, her navel, and her hips with my fingers. I skirted the apex where that musky scent of arousal wafted up to tantalize me and racked my nails back up her side. She arched against my hand, forcing a nipple into my eye line.

  Taking its beaded top between my lips, I pushed a splayed hand back down her body to cup her sex. Fingers instantly drowning in her moist excitement. I did this to her. I made her this wet. This wanting. This desperate. I moaned in time with her as she rose against my touch. God, so breathtaking.

  Isobel’s chest rose and fell in a heightened rhythm that searched for air as I lightly teased at the pool below my fingers. Lifting my head from her breast, I watched her throat spasm after she licked at her lips. Long lashes brushed her cheeks as her eyes remained tightly closed. Smiling at the swell of lust I felt for this woman, I watched, fascinated, as I slid a long finger through her heated curtain. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream and my hand was coated instantly in her need.

  Slowly, I slid my finger in and out, enjoying the play of bliss across her features. She lifted her knees and let them fall to the side offering me a display that was as provocative as it was irresistible. Looking down to witness my glistening finger slip in and out of her, I felt a growl rise in my throat.

  I must have done something incredibly right in a past life. Isobel O’Donnell, desired by men and woman across the globe lay naked and spread for me, allowing me to witness her most intimate moments. I choked back a sob of joy.

  The sound must have roused her, because soon, my head was being turning her direction by a gentle hand. Bathed in warm, orange light from the fire, her eyes glittered like jewels as she stroked my cheek.

  “Cassie?” she whispered in question.

  “You’re beautiful,” I whispered back in awe. As a small smile played on her lips, I instantly kissed it away. My tongue delving deep inside her mouth with hunger I wasn’t sure I could sate. She clutched at me greedily, fingers running through my hair and pulling me over her, trapping my hand between our bodies. As I rolled onto her, her hands found my bottom and squeeze and pulled me tight against her. I felt
the lubrication of her inner thighs against my leg as she raised her hips. Rolling my pelvis, I let that glorious slickness rub against me as I push my hand tight and deep against her. Above her, I moaned into her mouth as I pressed my own throbbing center against her raised leg.

  Settling into a sensual dance of searching and rolling, I soon lost all concentration on kissing, letting my head fall to the crook of Isobel’s neck. There, I buried my face against perfumed hair, using it as leverage in my quest for orgasm. Her pulse throbbed beneath pale skin and I let my tongue run over its erratic pace.

  Soon, she got frantic and jerky with need, and I was thankful for that growl she emitted against my skin, because I was throbbing and as needy as she was.

  “God, I need more of you,” she breathed as we puffed from our thrusting exertions.

  Within moments, she had her wish. Pulling my body away slightly so I could remove my hand from within her, and getting an impatient huff at the movement, I smiled and whispered, “Shh…”

  With my lips, I traced a path across the blushing skin at her shoulder. With my glistening fingers, I danced them over sensitized breasts. Isobel fidgeted under my touch. Scratching lightly at each nipple, I raked my hand down over her abdomen, delighting in the hiss I received when I reached her inner thigh.

  Searching hips looked for more stimulation, but I had other plans. Following the path my fingers took with my lips, I left behind a damp trail of worship down Isobel’s body, and nestled between her legs.

  Her blood-engorged skin was flushed and wet and something coiled tightly deep in my stomach. Shivering, I swallowed down my own eagerness and tentatively touched the drenched petals Isobel displayed to me. The light touch was obviously insufficient as she growled at me. A growl that made air expel violently from my lungs as a fresh clench of arousal hit between my legs. God, she was an erotic goddess.

  Rewarding that noise, I gave away my teasing and succumbed to the demands of my lover. Fingering her entrance, I sank two digits deep into arousal-smeared skin. The sensation of the hot clenching muscle around my fingers made me shudder as Isobel arched and emitted a long moan. Leaning forward on an inhale, I heaved warm air over her clit before sucking it without warning into my mouth. Isobel cried out and bucked, dislodging my mouth.

  “Up here,” she said on a rough exhale.

  Quickly, I moved my body back over her, adding a third finger as I did. She was tight and wet around my fingers and her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

  “Oh, yes.”

  Setting a steady pace, I filled her in a rhythm she matched with her writhing body. The tension I could feel in her muscles was accompanied by erratic, shallows pants. Fingers dug hard in my back and at my hip as I used my own leg as extra leverage to impale her. Isobel’s grip increased as her hips jerked against me.

  “Oh, yes. Cassie…yes…”

  I groaned at the seduction of her voice. My groan must have conveyed the desperation I wasn’t sure I could articulate, because a second later, she was pulling her hand from my hip, and without any apparent cognitive thought, inserted her fingers inside me.

  “Jesus…Bella…” I growled into her neck as we slipped against one another, imbedding our fingers with deep, curling thrusts.

  Hot skin, dampened by perspiration, slid and danced together in the glowing orange light. I could feel her breasts rub against mine adding a sensation that tightened and flooded my apex. I maintained the erotic dance for as long as I could, but the release I thought I had so carefully balanced demanded to leap from the edge. Trying to savor the mind-consuming tempo as our chests heaved against one another, I knew it was all too much to contain. Trembling and beginning to move with frenzied thrusts, I said in broken pants, “God, Isobel…I can’t…”

  “Cassie…come with me,” Isobel said through rasping breaths.

  Pushing my forehead against hers, we rocked harder and harder against each other until that wall inside me crumbled. In a blinding pulse of orgasm, I cried out Isobel’s name as my body jerked and shuddered over hers.

  Her muscles clenched around me, squeezing the blood from my fingers as her head tipped back. “Cassie.” My name strangled from her throat as she bucked in the death throes of climax.

  Unable to hold my own weight, I collapsed on her, gasping and straining to find oxygen. Our tangle of limbs remaining motionless and heated as the fire died down beside us to a glowing collection of embers. I fell asleep against her linked together by heartbeats and fingers.

  It was late in the night when I was gently tugged from the floor in front of the fire and guided to a king-sized bed at the back of the cabin. Exhausted, I thought nothing of nestling against the warm, naked body beside me as I slumbered until morning.

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  Chapter Three

  Morning came with bright sunshine and the chorus of chirping forest birds. What a way to wake! Smiling and stretching, I once again found myself alone, but the indent on the bed beside me was still warm. Isobel must have beaten me by mere minutes.

  I followed the smell of brewing coffee after washing up and pulling on some clothes I found in the closet, and padded to the main cabin area.

  “Morning,” I said, my voice still croaky from sleep.

  “Morning. Coffee?” Isobel said, holding up a spare cup as she relaxed on the sofa with what looked like a script.

  Nodding, I took my liberties and stole a kiss from her before taking my cup and sitting beside her.

  “Hungry?” Isobel asked, gesturing to the fridge.

  “Not yet.” I took a sip of my coffee and put it back on the table. It was just as I like it. Milky and sweet. Shifting to get comfortable, I stretched out along the sofa with my head in Isobel’s lap. She looked amused by my actions. “So, I hear you had an affair,” I said.

  Isobel chuckled. “Yes, I did. Some little reporter. She was putty in my hands.” Stroking a hand through my horrendous case of bed hair, she said softly, “I don’t know why I get all the awards, darling, for you are an amazing actress. I almost felt jealous of your wife.”

  I smiled and winked up at the woman I had married three years earlier after a two-year courtship. “So you should be. My wife is a much better lover than you.”

  “Oh really?” Isobel’s eye brows arched and she pouted.

  “Yeah, really. She at least invites me into the shower when she’s getting herself off.”

  Isobel narrowed her eyes and shook her head at me. “You got yourself off in the bathtub. Where was my invite?”

  “Must be in the post.”

  Isobel laughed. It was a joyous sound that made me smile and chuckle to myself. Sighing, I shuffled to get comfortable against her thighs. “It’s so good to have you home,” I said, my eyes closing.

  She leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I’ve missed you, too.” She then let out a long ominous breath.

  I cracked open an eye. “What?”

  “So…you know how Melanie has been asking to visit?”

  My stomach dropped. “Yes?”

  “She arrives today.”

  I loved my sister-in-law like she was my own, but Isobel and I had been apart for nearly two months. I groaned at the loss of quality time with her.

  Isobel pinched the skin through my robe. “Hey. Don’t be like that.”

  I rolled over and tucked my face into her stomach. “You’ve only just got home. Can’t you tell her to come next week?”

  “I’ll be in Canada next week.”

  I groaned again. Hearing her put down her latest script, I felt her fingers brush through the tangles of my hair. “Cassie, sweetheart, I’ll only be away for a month this time, and you’re always welcome to visit the set.”

  “I know,” I said, my voice muffled by the soft toweling robe she wore.

  “And she’s only here for the weekend. She flies out Monday morning.”

  “Are the boys coming?”

  “I think so.”

  I sighed. Those little five-year-old tykes were m
enaces, but they were also the world’s best nephews. Their ability to destroy a house in under ten minutes was unmatched, and I loved them to bits for it. “Okay,” I said on a sigh.

  Isobel’s silent chuckles jostled me on her lap. “I knew that’d sell it for you.”

  “The twins are awesome.”

  “Mmm. Ms. Hunter doesn’t agree.” Isobel went back to stroking my hair and silence stretched through the room. I felt and heard her take a deep, quiet breath and I rolled in her lap so I could look up at her.

  “What is it?” I reached up and stroked her cheek after brushing a brunette lock from her eyes. I preferred her natural blonde color.

  She ran the knuckles of her hand down my cheek. “Do you think that maybe, after the films I’m contracted on that…well…you know, that we should start trying?”

  I blinked and sat up, shifting quickly to face her. “Are you being serious right now?”

  Isobel nodded shyly.

  “Kids. Us?”

  She nodded again.

  “You’re ready to carry our child?”

  Cupping my face, she drew me in for a kiss. “I’m ready, Cass.”

  I claimed her lips and kissed the breath from her lungs. Many long and complicated health issues had forced me to give up my desire to carry our children, but forward planning on our part had several of my fertilized eggs on ice, waiting for the time Isobel was ready. Work had been hectic and steady for her since we first declared our feelings for one another. Happy to linger in her shadow and continue my journalistic career, I had long been ready to mother any children she birthed.

  “I love you,” I whispered into her mouth.

  “And I, you,” she said back in our familiar expression.

  Ms. Hunter arrived at the cabin at eleven in the morning with supplies for lunch. When we were both home, she made a point to stay out of our way as much as possible after finding us in precarious positions all over the house. Apparently she read enough erotic novels and didn’t need to witness the live event. Whistling loudly, she made a decent amount of noise as she came in through the back entrance to the cabin with a picnic basket.