Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights)

by North, Cara

  Once they were finished with the ladies room and seated at the table Ivy watched Shay and Jed a little closer. She enjoyed their intimacy. If they had bumped into one another on that side of the table, it was done so quietly, discretely. She noticed the moment his hand slipped below the table, the quick smile on her face, and then his hand was back. They did have the same space problem, it was just handled differently.

  Shay must have noticed her noticing and she admitted, “This place is so cramped up. I keep kicking him. They want to squeeze in the max capacity.”

  “It’s the best Italian food in the neighborhood.” Jed defended his choice in restaurant. Then he looked at Shay and said, “It also has a nice, private view from the top of the building.”

  She blushed. Ivy had no idea what they were talking about, but she had a feeling this would be the perfect time for her and Bo to leave. “Well, this has been great. I know you have a busy day ahead of you, Shay.”

  Shay wasn’t even looking at them anymore. She looked at Jed and said, “I do have a long day tomorrow.”

  “You guys are coming to dinner after the show tomorrow, right?” Jed asked without looking at them either. They were lost in one another. Ivy sighed. She looked at Bo. He smiled at them, and then looked at her.

  “We’ll see you then.” Bo stood up, offered her is hand and reminded her, “We have to be somewhere in a few or we might miss that thing you were looking for, sweetheart.”

  She remembered the plot to see if her agent was leaking information to keep her in the press. It was a dirty tactic. She didn’t know if it was to see if Bo could take it, or if it was meant to force Ivy back to work. Either way those were the type of career manipulations she was no longer accepting. Bo might have been a multi-millionaire, but he was publicly nobody until they got hitched and their blurry picture was posted everywhere. Now, clear pictures were circulating. Ivy didn’t miss the fact that he got more compliments than not.

  Ivy responded immediately to the feel of his hand pressing against the small of her back as they made their way out of the restaurant. Once they stepped out into the crisp breeze of the New York evening she suddenly had a thought, “Did we just stick them with the check?”

  Bo laughed. “No, we were both ready to go so we settled up before you ladies returned.”

  She enjoyed the paparazzi free exit. They caught a cab and drove by the place she said they were going to be. It was staked out. She knew there was new business to tend to. He slid his hand to her back and said, “I’m sorry. Even though I knew it was, I was still hoping it wasn’t her.”

  “I’ll take care of it when we get back.” Ivy sighed and leaned into him.

  The comfort of his arms wasn’t sexual. It was better than that. He was in fact her safety, her peace.

  ***

  Ivy heard the hotel door click as it closed. She turned towards him. He didn’t waste any time. He pulled her close to him and attached them at the lips, belly, hips, knees, and anything else that seemed to bump together in the process of getting as close as possible.

  His kisses trailed down her neck and across her shoulder where he was pulling off the strap of the dress. She reminded him, “Zipper. Zipper.”

  His hands grabbed the tab and unzipped the back. Her hands pulled at the tails of his shirt until they were out and she was able to unbutton it. She pushed it off of his shoulders and he let her go long enough to shrug out of it. She quickly grabbed the t-shirt and pulled at it too. He was shirtless. Her hands gravitated to his chest.

  “I really like touching you.” She leaned in and kissed his neck.

  He practically growled as he moved his head to kiss her. Their lips clashed. He stepped her backwards until she could go no more. Then they were moving into a horizontal position on the couch closest to the door. It was butter smooth leather and made for a soft landing place. He overwhelmed her quickly, easily. He said, “Relax.”

  She exhaled. Her entire nervous system was on full alert and he wanted her to relax. She let go of him and let her hands fall closer to her head. He ran his hand up her thigh to her hip. Lips, tongue, fingers explored, mapped, and made her wet, warm, desperate. “God, Bo. You feel good.”

  “You taste amazing,” he whispered against her ear and then shifted down to her breasts.

  “Touch me.”

  “I am touching you.” He nipped the bud of her nipple as if to prove it.

  “I want you inside of me.” She clarified with what breath she could spend on words.

  He slid his hand between her thighs and pressed against the silk fabric of her panties. “You’re wet.”

  “It’s become a habit.” She tried for sass but groaned as he slid his fingers underneath the panties and into her. “That’s so good.”

  “You have no idea.” He moved farther down and tasted her.

  Ivy was glad she had never gone any farther than a little dry humping in her days before Bo. Had she known this was what sex felt like, she would have been worse than her sister about boys, she was sure of it. How could anyone not want to do this all the time?

  He moved over her again and then pulled his fingers slowly, reluctantly from her flesh. She lifted her hips to try to prevent withdraw as best she could. He liked that response so she asked, “Will you do that again?”

  “Open,” he said as he brought his fingers up towards her mouth. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind but she trusted him. Then she tasted herself. “Fuck.”

  He was cursing. A rare event for Bo Bliss, the consummate gentleman. It urged her on. She wanted him to come unhinged. She wanted him to share the things he hadn’t been sharing with her. She moved a hand to grab his wrist and he was surprised. She held his fingers close and then licked, sucked… His mouth met hers and she let him pull the fingers out. His hips shifted and she could feel the heat from his groin through their clothes.

  He pulled back and slid down her body again. This time he removed the panties and replaced them with his mouth. His fingers pressed into her and she moaned. Her body arched. He knew by now exactly how to touch her. The built up tension from a week of celibacy combined with the extended foreplay since they had arrived in New York had her slipping easily down that slope of passion, of orgasmic bliss.

  “Don’t stop,” she called out in a voice foreign to her own ears. “Please, don’t stop.”

  Her body tensed. Heat swept through her. The steady climb broke at the peak and rushed through her and over her causing her body to jerk and tremble. The next thing she knew the broad head of his cock was pressing at her entrance, pushing into the swollen heat, making her cry out again. “Yes, Bo. So good.”

  He grabbed her hands and raised them awkwardly above her head. The couch was becoming less comfortable and more restricting. He held her hands at the wrists with one of his hands and stroked over her breast with the other. She wanted to touch him. Her fingers moved to touch his as much as they could in the current position. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She could tell because she had come to recognize the vein that popped out on his neck when he was close to coming.

  She encouraged him, “You’re amazing.”

  He shook his head no. She tried again, “You’re so…big.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  “So big and thick and I love the way you feel inside me.” He was coming by the time she said the word me. His eyes stormed with unspoken emotions she didn’t quite know how to read. He collapsed on top of her and let her hands go.

  She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “I missed this.”

  “I had other plans for tonight,” he said in a husky, exhausted tone.

  “Like what?” She was completely satisfied to be there, even if her shoulder was starting to burn from the angle.

  He pushed up and looked down at her. “I just…wanted to take my time.”

  “Me too.” She stroked her hand through his hair. She winced as the shift of his weight caused the shoulder to dig in to the back of the couch even de
eper.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Shoulder.” She no more than got the word out and he was off of her. She sat up quickly and rubbed the offended area. Her dress was a wrinkled mess wrapped around her waist. Her bra was still on though not in the correct place. His pants were in a heap on the floor. She didn’t even remember them coming off. He reached to touch the spot she was rubbing. His fingers were larger, his hands stronger, the muscles gave way so much easier and she moaned with the pleasure of it.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He leaned in and kissed the spot he had been rubbing.

  “You didn’t.” She touched his thigh.

  “I’m pretty sure I ruined that dress.” He looked at the wad of fabric.

  “I have to agree with you on that one,” she giggled.

  “Come on,” he said and stood up. “Let me take care of you.”

  Ivy let him lead her to the bed. She stepped out of the dress along the way. He crawled into bed with her. She was surprised when he rolled her to her front. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but then his fingers began massaging her back and she melted quickly into a boneless mass.

  ***

  Bo was already awake and sitting up in the bed when she woke up. He had meant to fill the time between lovemaking with the massage. He put her to sleep instead. Ivy rarely slept through the night so he left her alone in hopes she would wake him up in the middle of the night for round two. She slept soundly. He thought it was odd since she hadn’t been sleeping all the way through the night at home.

  She looked up at him with her sleep rumpled hair and said, “Morning.”

  “Morning,” he replied. “I was just about to go meditate. Do you want to join me?”

  “Can we do it here?” She stretched and rolled over. The sheets slipped lower and exposed her breasts.

  “Yeah. I think I can manage that.” He moved to the center of the bed. She moved to mirror his pose. They were almost knee touching knee.

  “I don’t like this pose naked.” She pulled her knees together. “But maybe if I can just…”

  She climbed onto him. He adjusted his legs so that she could sit on his lap with her legs wrapping around him. She pressed her naked flesh against his and said. “This is better.”

  “You’re not trying to seduce me are you?” he asked as she wiggled her way closer.

  “Maybe.” She put her hands on his back and stroked down his spine.

  He clenched his jaw and said, “Focus, sweetheart. Close your eyes. Relax.”

  She did for about two seconds. “This is nice don’t you think?”

  “Ahhhgh.” He looked at her. She still had her eyes closed, but she was not relaxing. He was starting to worry about her. Ivy never seemed to remain calm for long. He placed his hands on her back and pulled her the last fraction of an inch closer. “Inhale. Can you feel my body press against yours? Good. Now exhale. Feel that? Okay. So let’s just do that. Focus only on the feel of the breath, okay?”

  They began breathing. They got about four deep breaths before she said, “How long do we do this for?”

  “Till I say stop. Now focus.” He knew she needed this. More than she needed anything, the woman needed to find time to focus on the moment she was in. He remembered how difficult it was to sit like this when he first began. Thoughts you didn’t want to have emerged. Thoughts you needed to have overwhelmed you. It was the non-sexual part of how he got through the betrayal. It was part that helped him to forgive.

  They were about eight breaths in when her fingers began to move along his spine. His dick responded as it always did to her touch. He reminded her, “Breathe. Just breathe.”

  Her fingers stilled and she continued to follow the pattern of their breath. A few more breaths in and her entire body language changed. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands moved to grip his back in a hug. She kept breathing with him. He broke his own pose to return her embrace in the same way.

  Soon enough he was feeling a connection between them he had never known before. He didn’t used to do all this meditation and exercise. It wasn’t until after he caught his ex-fiancé fucking his older brother in their apartment that he became open to finding new ways to deal with things. One of the guys on set had told him about a class and Bo took it because he couldn’t keep submitting to a woman he didn’t even know at a local BDSM spot. The class helped so he took another, and another, and soon enough he was calm, present and he didn’t need to let someone else control some part of him.

  He wondered what she was feeling. He squeezed her tighter and she returned the embrace with the same force. He held her like that a moment and then released the grip and let his hands slide up and down her back. She was feeling something and he didn’t want to overwhelm her by forcing her to stay in it too long. “We can stop now.”

  “I don’t want to,” she whispered.

  He returned to the same position he was previously in. He let her breathe until she was ready to let go. When she did he was totally unprepared for what happened next. She pressed her lips to his neck and said, “I love you.”

  His entire body tensed under the revelation. He wanted to hear it. He was simply stunned by her timing. Since they were practically velcroed together in that position she felt his reaction. She immediately tried to push away from him. He wasn’t about to let her go. “Hey. Don’t do that.”

  “I didn’t mean to say it.” She wouldn’t look at him.

  “You surprised me, Ivy. That’s all. Hey.” He let one of his hands move from her back to her face. He pulled her chin towards him. He explained, “I didn’t think you would.”

  “Well, I don’t. It was just this meditation crap. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She tried to push away from him again, but there was no way in hell he was letting go of her.

  “Look at me. Ivy, please. Look at me.” He could feel his heart breaking when she looked at him with fresh tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I was stunned. I just…I’ve loved you for so long.”

  “What?” She tensed. Aware of her own reaction she said, “Oh.”

  “Yeah. It’s a lot to absorb isn’t it?” He leaned in and kissed the tear streaming down her cheek. “It’s true you know. When I first met you, you stole my breath away. I just fell. I tried not to.”

  “You did?”

  “Of course I did. You were you. I’m just me.” He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I just couldn’t. Every time you talked to me I would feel connected to you. We liked the same music, the same shows. We both hated the supporting actress on that one film. It’s ridiculous. I know. I just kept hoping one day you would be available. And now your mine.”

  “That’s a little creepy.” She sniffed, smiled.

  “Believe me, I know.” He dropped his head until his forehead was on her shoulder.

  “I was flirting with you all those times.” She kissed the side of his neck. He could feel his heart relax and his cock stiffen. She made a light mmm sound against his flesh. “I would go out of my way to talk to you.”

  “I thought I was just imagining that,” he admitted. He had wondered why she would end up in weird locations on set. Places she had no reason to be in. Apparently she did have a reason. He was just too stupid to realize it then.

  “No,” she whispered. “I always knew there was something special about you. Now I know what it is.”

  “What?”

  “This. How I feel when I’m with you.” Her hands moved from his back to his chest.

  “How do you feel?” He gasped as her hands slid lower until she wrapped her soft fingers around his hard cock.

  She adjusted, used the leverage of his body to push up. When she came down she was pressing his dick deep into her core. Once she had worked him all the way in she looked at him and said, “Complete.”

  He kissed her lips. Gently he licked, sucked, stroked, and nipped the tender flesh. His tongue slid into her mouth and caressed. She lifted, returned. He held onto her and guided as they move
d from the seated position to her riding him. He couldn’t quite explain the feelings rolling through him. He had never felt so connected to someone. He prayed she wouldn’t break his heart. Ivy wasn’t the kind of woman he could rebound from.

  “Bo.”

  “Yes, sweetheart?” He could barely breathe. His orgasm was building. The sensations climbed his spine until it reached the base of his skull.

  “Say it.” She moved harder against him. He looked into her eyes and knew she was doing it on purpose. She wanted him to come. “Tell me.”

  “I love you.”

  “Again.”

  “I love you.”

  “Do you?” she asked.

  “Yes. I love you, Ivy.” He could feel the burst of semen as he came. “Only you.”

  She continued to move until his grip loosened. She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I love you, too. I think we should mediate like this more often. I feel…refreshed.”

  He felt like he needed a nap. “That’s great, sweetheart.”

  “What do you want for breakfast?” She really was refreshed, energized even. He was relaxed, sated. She had wrung him out both emotionally and physically.

  Chapter 7

  “She’s adorable,” Ivy said as she continued to fuss over Jonas and Frankie’s little girl, Justine. That family sure had a thing for names that started with the letter J. Ivy had to admit, it would make passing on heirlooms easier.

  “Do you want to hold her?” Frankie, Jonas’s wife asked as she handed the child over before Ivy could answer. “She’s getting so heavy.”

  “She’s in that growth spurt huh?” Ivy asked as she took the baby. She cooed back at her.

  “You’re really good with her,” Frankie said and sat back in the chair.

  “I have had practice with my sister’s brood.” Ivy had accepted the offer to meet Frankie for lunch. Shay would be unavailable until after her performance that evening. Bo said he would catch up with Jed.