by Rye Hart
I sped over and banged on the door, and it took a moment, but I heard her footsteps and the lock. She opened the door and fell into my arms.
“What’s the matter? Are you sick? Hurt?”
She shook her head, but I picked her up and carried her to the couch where I sat, holding her in my lap. She settled against my chest and rested her face in the crook of my neck.
“Please don’t be angry with me.”
“What happened?” My voice was harsh as she went still in my arms.
“Brock made a pass at me. He had asked me to stay at lunch, but the asshole only wanted to see if I’d sleep with him.”
“Did he touch you?” I pushed her off my shoulder and captured her face in my hands. “What did he do, Rachel?”
She shook her head to play it off, but I could tell by her expression, the hard set of her lips, that she was upset. “He grabbed me and kissed me, and I pushed him off. I stomped his foot and elbowed him, and he got angry and screamed at me. He said he’s going to see to it that I never work in the business again and that I should reconsider.”
My blood was boiling by the time she finished telling me. Of course I wasn’t angry with her. I pulled her close and told her it was okay, not to worry about a thing.
She pulled away and met my eyes. “Duncan, promise me you won’t do anything. Harris really wanted this deal to work out, and I’m okay. I left right after it happened and was only scared of what you might think—”
“What I might think? Jesus, he’s lucky I don’t hunt him down and snap his scrawny fucking neck.”
She kissed my mouth, and I claimed her with a little more force than usual, reminding her how a man, one that truly loves her, could kiss. But I knew I needed to calm her nerves, to stop her trembling.
“I promise I’ll behave. But, so help me, Rachel, if he steps one toe out of line again, one fucking pinky toe, I’m going to lay waste to his entire fucking world, there won’t be a single hole that scum can hide from me - and Harris can eat shit.” She nodded and lay her head on my shoulder, and I rocked her against me until her trembling stopped.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN - RACHEL
My nerves had finally settled, and I had almost fallen asleep in his arms. I could lay there in his comfort forever, but my phone rang, and Duncan reached over to the side table where it was and glanced at the caller, then passed me the phone.
“It’s Jeffery. You should tell him you’re okay. He was worried about you. He wasn’t buying your excuse, and he’s the one who told me you’d gone home.”
I declined the call and put the phone on the coffee table. “I can’t explain things to him just yet. I’m not sure what this all means for the production.”
“Brock isn’t going to stop production or piss anyone off by bringing in anyone else at this point. He was just trying to intimidate you into sleeping with him. Guys like that use whatever tools they can, but trust me, he doesn’t want to screw himself.”
“I’m just worried that I’ve ruined things for Harris, and Shauna will be so disappointed if he loses Brock as a future client.”
“I’ll take care of it. Don’t you worry another second about it. I’ll make it right.” He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me hard as he gripped my bottom with just as much force.
It sent my heart racing and flushed as I pulled away and caught the hungry look in his eye.
I shifted in his lap to face him and let my legs fall astride him as I brought my arms over his broad shoulders and around his neck. His cock had gone rigid beneath me, and I ground myself against it bringing a grin to his face. He leaned forward and captured the top button of my shirt with his teeth and then tugged, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
I reached up and opened the button and then the next and his voice softened with a little mhm. Once I worked the last one he smiled. “I love watching you undress.”
My brow lifted. “Do you?” He responded with another lazy mhm, and I dragged myself to my feet and opened my shirt revealing my white, lacy bra. I let the shirt fall to the floor and slowly reached back and unhooked my bra, turning my back to him as I let the straps fall off my shoulders. When I turned around, he was working down his zipper with a hungry look. I unbuttoned my jeans nice and slow and slipped them down, but when I reached for my panties, white lace that matched my bra, he put his hand out to stop me.
“Leave them. I’m going to fuck you around those.” He smiled as my eyes flashed with surprise and then he stood up and walked me around to face the back of the couch and stood behind me.
“You still want to try it all, baby?” His voice was right in my ear, and it sent chills down my spine, and they didn’t stop until they tickled my core. I nodded, and he kissed my shoulder and smoothed the chill bumps that had formed on my arms then he stepped back and leaned me forward, gripping my hips to keep them in place against him, as I placed my palms on the couch.
I swallowed hard, not quite knowing what he was going to do, but then as his hands found my still-tender slit and began to rub, I relaxed. I’d bled the first time, so I knew what type of punishment I was in for, but even still, my core throbbed wanting him inside me.
He inserted a finger and stroked and soon the mouth of his manhood was there lapping at my ass. The pleasure was erotic, but I didn’t know if I was ready for that. I relaxed as he whispered into my ear, “One day I’ll claim this too, but no time soon.” I tightened knowing that if he ever did, I’d love that too. I wanted to give him everything.
“I’m going to take you from behind, so it might hurt a little, but you’ll tell me to stop if it does?” His strong hand found my hips and the other guided his cock against me, nudging against my wetness. “Fuck, you get so wet, baby. You turn me on so fucking much.” He pushed inside me, and I cried out in pleasure. He waited for me to adjust myself around him, then he rocked me with a little more urgency. Suddenly his hands reached up to cup my tits, which bounced with each thrust into me. Soon he’d worked up a quick, steady pace, his balls slapping against my clit and causing me to clench around his cock which drove me over the edge.
By the time I could process a thought, besides the crazy intense pleasure that had overcome me, I realized my release had coated his cock, and there was wetness down my thighs. “You soaked my balls, baby. This position serves you well, doesn’t it?” He gave a breathless chuckle and sped up his pace, slapping against me with such force that the friction that built between us was like a blazing fire, but just when I thought he would fill me up with his own release, he pulled away, taking his cock into his hands to stroke it.
“Are you done?”
He smirked at my pouty tone and shook his head. “Not by far.” He took my hand, and I turned, the wetness turning cool on my inner thighs as we walked to the bedroom.
When we got to the bed, he sat me down beside him and kissed me as he rubbed my mound with his palm. The pressure was building and then when he slipped his finger into my little cleft and pulled back my hood to work my bud. I wiggled uncontrollably wishing I was on his cock.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. I want that hot little slit sopping wet for my cock.” It was too. He eased me back but pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He leaned over and licked me, and I wiggled against his face feeling another little release consume me. It was like there were hundreds of them all waiting for the right stimulation to beckon them forward.
“Greedy girl. I love that you’re so worked up for me. You’re my girl, aren’t you?” He stood up and hiked my legs up putting my heels over his shoulders. He guided his cock right back to my depths without any hesitation. He didn’t allow me to settle, but this time, I didn’t need to. He angled his cock upward and hit a spot so sensitive that it had me screaming in pleasure and begging him to have mercy on me.
I knew that finally, after all this time, I was truly his and he was truly mine.
He growled out in pleasure as he slapped my thigh and thrust hard grinding his cock so deep I could feel his base spli
tting me. Then he stilled and jerked as he emptied himself deep inside me. I milked every last drop by clenching around him. The movement was so intense, and the thought of him filling me up was such a turn on that I started to writhe, another release on the horizon. He pulled his cock out, and I whimpered.
“No, please don’t stop.”
He smile and gave a little chuckle. He held up two fingers and pushed them into my mouth. “Suck them soft, baby.”
I did as he told, all the while the intensity was building as well as my frustration.
His seed was spilling out, coating my thighs even more and then he pulled his fingers free and pushed them both into my aching channel. The splashing sound made me blush, but the pleasure was so intense that I hoped he’d never stop and finally he brought me through my last orgasm. When he was done, he pulled the dripping fingers from my channel and pushed them back between my lips for a taste.
“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He kissed my mouth, stilled beside me as his breathing leveled off. This time I’d worn him out. I smiled at my accomplishment and snuggled closer.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - DUNCAN
It was the way I’d always dreamed about us waking up together, and it was the second time in so many hours that we had. After our last session, I had been woken up for round two with one of the hottest blowjobs of my life.
She’d roused me with her mouth and sucked me hard from sleep and when I woke up, my cock still growing in her mouth. It was the best wake-up call.
I had had a craving to taste her juices again, so I pulled her legs across me and had her straddle my face. It was a nice long sixty-nine where she took her first swallow without blinking an eye.
I opened my eyes this time only to roll over and find her flat on her back, arms up over her head and eyes on the ceiling, though I had a feeling in her mind she was in some faraway place.
“Where’s my daydreamer?” I rolled over and brushed her hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
“Just thinking.” She pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts.
“You are not. You’re worrying. I can tell it in your tone.” I met her eyes daring her to tell me I was wrong. “What’s on your mind, baby?”
“I know you’ve told me not to worry about it, but it’s still bothering me what happened with Brock. It’s like it’s just now all sinking in. It all happened so fast.” Her brows pinched tight as if she was going over everything that had happened.
“So, you’ve been reconsidering me killing him? I could probably get away with it.” God knew I wanted to beat that smarmy prick till my fists bled.
She huffed as if she wanted me to be serious and turned to face me flattening her palm against my chest. “He could make waves for me, make it hard for me to get future jobs, never mind his relationship with Harris.”
I took her hand and kissed it. “You have nothing to worry about, and now that you’re with me you could always walk out. Fuck him. You don’t need him or his lousy connections. Hell, baby, you don’t even have to work, I can take care of you.” I never wanted her to worry about anything, and I could give her anything she needed, more than that, I wanted to. I wanted to be her rock.
Her face fell, and she threw her head back a bit, then met my eyes shaking her head. “You act like my career isn’t important.”
I decided that I better choose my next words carefully. “All I mean is, you don’t really need it unless you want it. But I wouldn’t go back there to put up with that asshole.”
“Of course, I want it! Are you fucking kidding me?” I hadn’t ever heard that language come from her pretty mouth, and I took notice which I’m betting was the point of her using it.
She rolled over and put more than an arm’s length of distance between us as she got up on her side of the bed. “My career is more than a job, and I’ve worked my ass off making it happen. I’m not about to toss out my accomplishments and goals because you make plenty of money and are worried about some guy. Fuck the money part of it. This is about my passion. A passion that was all that I had after you left me! A passion I fought my own father for!”
That horrible wave of guilt crashed down on me again just as it did every time I thought about how I’d left her behind and told her to move on without me. “I get it. I’m just saying you have options, and you don’t need to get loud with me. I’m only trying to help. Considering that I want to march out that door and kill that bastard where he sleeps, I’m showing great restraint.” I wanted to laugh to lighten the mood, but that’s when she gave me the look. The one like I didn’t get it. I knew better than to bring laughter into it.
“It’s not even a solution,” she snapped. Then she waved her hand dismissively. “Just don’t worry about it. I’ll handle him on my own.”
Her dismissive tone rubbed me the wrong way. We were in this together, at least I’d thought. “Well, if this is how your career is going to be— you having to take shit from every fucking pervert who wants to put his hands on you, then maybe you shouldn’t be in it.”
“I’m not letting your jealousy knock me out of a career any more than I’m letting the likes of Brock Reed, or anyone else for that matter ruin what I’ve got going for me. I’ll keep it professional, and it will pass. It’s better than going in guns blazing and making a bad name for myself.”
“Well, it sounds like you’ve got your mind all made up, then.”
“I do.”
“Well, a word to the wise, guys like Brock Reed don’t usually give up so easily and usually keep at it until they get what they want.”
“He knows better than to try anything again, the only thing he’ll do is badmouth me, but he probably was just embarrassed and couldn’t think of anything else to say. As I said before, I only left work upset that you’d be upset about the kiss. I can handle my own around the likes of him.”
“Wait, what? Are you kidding me now? You’re sitting here crying about him one minute and defending him the next? Really? And you think you can handle him all by yourself? This is exactly why you can’t. You’re too much of a—”
“Of a what?” she sneered.
“Look, I’m not fighting with you about this. You asked me my opinion, and you got it. You can choose to do whatever, but mark my words, he’s not done. And if I see him try a damned thing, you can bet your sweet little ass I’m stepping in.” I started to dress as she fired off her response.
“You are being as ridiculous as my father and just as controlling trying to dictate my life and my next move. I’ve got myself away from that kind of living and was determined to follow my dreams, which is what you left me to do in the first place! Now you talk like I should give it up on your whim.” She folded her arms, and my head was pounding from the rush of adrenaline that pumped through my veins.
How dare she compare me to her father. I wasn’t sure when it had all gotten out of hand, but I knew if I didn’t leave I was only going to make things worse with my temper and I didn’t want to ruin everything a second time.
Maybe I could see her point, but I couldn’t help my feelings and anger at the asshole. I restrainined my anger from him for Rachel’s sake. I only wanted her to know I was on her side before she bit my head off.
“I’m going to go before this gets any uglier.”
“Yeah, Duncan, do what you do best, leave! At least this time, your man enough to do it in person! Maybe you should have just stuck to your original decision and let us part ways ten years ago.”
I turned and met her eyes and saw the regret, the moment she knew she should take those words back.
And as I crossed the room to leave, she hurried after me, but I pulled the bedroom door between us and kept moving, faster than she could follow. As much as I loved her, I needed to get some air.
I drove away five minutes later.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - RACHEL
I’d allowed myself the weekend alone to catch up on my housework and to process what had happened between me and Duncan. I also had time to decide that
I needed to talk to Brock and not let what happened slide. I could do plenty to his reputation. After talking to Shauna, who wanted to report Brock’s behavior to Harris immediately, I learned more about where the rich boy got his funding. As it turned out, his rich daddy was not only footing the bill but had begged Harris to help the kid out. Harris had only wanted the deal to work out, because Mr. Reed Sr. was a great connection himself.
I had decided I’d put the younger in his place, and salvage what was left of the working relationship. It was better for everyone, and even though I’d rather slap his smug face myself, Duncan’s war tactics weren’t exactly professional.
When I arrived on set, Jeffery met me with a big hug, patting my back and then pulling away to give me a scolding glare. “You promise me right now, face to face that you’ll never do me that way again.” We’d worked things out on the phone when I’d finally called him back, but I hadn’t given him the full explanation.
“You’re not going to be happy when you find out that there’s more to the story than my sudden illness.” I’d stuck to the story only because it turned my stomach when Brock pulled me against him and kissed me.
His hand went to his hip and as he lifted his perfectly sculpted brow his eyes narrowed. “You lied to me?”
“No, I just didn’t tell you everything, but seeing that Brock’s not here and I need your advice, I better come clean.”
He glanced around and took my hand and led me to the back of the room to the offices. There was a private dressing room that no one had claimed and he shut us inside and stood with his back to the door as I took a seat in the only folding chair. “It’s something major isn’t it!”
I proceeded to tell him all about how Duncan and I had been seeing each other, leaving out my intimate details of course, but filling him in on how we were mending a decade’s worth of wounds. And then when I told him about what Brock had done, how he’d asked me to stay behind and cornered me behind the set I saw the anger flash in his eyes.
