Behind The Book (Sexy Series 2)

by Heather Dahlgren

  “I’m not. I’m happy for you. I’m so glad you’re finally getting back out there and, even better, getting some ass.” He rolls his eyes and Jax tries to cover up his laugh with his beer.

  “Thanks, I guess.” We talk a little bit longer, and he tells us he’s leaving Sunday morning and will be back Saturday night. I can’t believe London didn’t tell me any of this. I check my phone and realize I need to leave. I tell them both I’ll see them later, and I head to the beach for my shoot.

  When I get there, I’m surprised the beach isn’t more packed, but grateful at the same time. I don’t mind shooting with people around, but sometimes it makes the shoot longer, and I don’t want that to be the case tonight. I get out with my bag and go find Lee. I walk onto the beach and see her sitting there snapping pictures of the water, so I walk over to her. “Lee?” She lowers her camera and glances up at me. When she sees who it is, she stands up and brushes the sand off herself.

  “Blake, hi. It is a pleasure to finally meet you.” We shake hands.

  “Nice to meet you too. I’m impressed with your photos, so I’m looking forward to this.” She is definitely a pretty girl, and a few months ago, I’d probably ask her out for a drink, but now it’s not even a thought.

  “Great. Why don’t we get started?” She’s just as professional as Kallie, and she gets right into it like her too. She tells me we’re going to start with a few photos in front of the water. We do a bunch with my shirt on before she tells me to take it off. I do and she has me turning this way or that way, appearing pissed, happy, and sad. I think one of my favorite shots is when she has me staring out at the water. She told me to picture losing someone I care about. I don’t know what my expression was, but when I was focusing at the ocean, thinking of losing London, I could feel the pain. She must have been impressed, because she took that photo from every angle, including standing behind me.

  We took a lot of photos in the water, which was nice since it was hot out. She had me in up to my waist, and she was right out there with me. It was pretty cool. When we finished in the water, she wanted me to lie on the sand. “I know it’s sticking to you, but that’s what I want. You’ll see when I edit them how sexy it will be.” Who am I to question it? I start on my stomach and end on my back. I’m sure the pictures will be great, but I can’t wait to rinse the sand off. It’s driving me crazy. “Before you rinse that off, I want you to stand and start walking off the beach. First walk away, but a few feet away, turn your head over your shoulder and glance at me.” I do just as she says, and when she’s done, she tells me to go rinse off. Once I do, I come back out of the water and smile at her.

  “Damn, I can’t wait to see these. Definitely different from most of my shoots.”

  She gives me a huge smile, and we walk over to our bags. “I should have the edits done in a few days. I’ll send them to you when they’re finished.” We pick up our bags, and I turn to leave.

  “Sounds great. Thank you for a great shoot. I look forward to more.” We say our goodbyes and head to our vehicles. I get in and call London to let her know I’m on my way and need to shower to get the rest of this sand off me. She tells me no problem, and I throw the truck in gear.

  It takes me about a half-hour to get to her house from the beach location, but I finally pull in the driveway. I get out with my bag, and as soon as I do, I can feel the excitement to see her. I knock on the door, and she answers in a short white, strapless dress. Her hair is curled, her makeup is flawless, and she’s barefoot. I drop my bag and pull her to me, kissing her. She runs her hands to my back and up my shirt. She starts laughing in my mouth so I pull away.

  “Did you just laugh?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

  She tries to stop her laugh, which just causes her to laugh harder. “I’m sorry, but it was like running my hands on the beach.”

  I laugh and kiss her quickly before I pick up my bag. “I’ll go shower the beach off me, but if you laugh after that, we’re going to have problems.”

  I go into the bathroom while she finishes up in the kitchen. It takes me longer than I wanted in the shower, but damn, I really do have sand all over me. It’s in my damn ears and ass, for Christ’s sake. I finally get it all off me and step out of the shower to dry off. Once I’m dressed and clean up my mess in the bathroom, I go back out to London. She’s sitting on the couch but stands up when I come out.

  “Don’t sit, dinner is done. I have everything in the dining room.” We go into the dining room, and she has the table set and dinner on the table.

  “Damn, it smells delicious.” She gives me that shy smile of hers, and we sit down to eat. She made broiled chicken, potatoes, and baby carrots. Everything tastes as good as it looks. “It’s so good, baby. You are one hell of a cook.”

  “Thanks. I love cooking, but when it’s just for me, it gets boring.”

  When an idea hits me, I put my fork down. “London, have you ever thought of having people over for dinner? I know Jax and Kallie would love it. You could invite your friends. I’d love to meet them.”

  She finishes chewing and takes a sip of wine. “I don’t really have any friends.”

  I dip my eyebrows. “What do you mean? You have to have friends, everyone has friends.” She lifts her shoulders and gives me a sad smile. “What about the people you work with?”

  “They’re just people I work with. Shannon is my friend, but she’s so far.”

  I’m so confused by all of this. I mean, I can understand her not trusting men from getting her heart broken, but why no friends? That makes no sense to me.

  “London, what did you do before we met?” She appears hurt now, but I’m not trying to hurt her, I’m trying to understand.

  “I wrote, Blake. I worked, I wrote, and I sometimes went to the bar with a few girls that I would talk to. I told you before, I don’t let people in,” she angrily says.

  I take my last bite of food and push my plate away. “I’m not trying to upset you, baby, I’m just trying to understand how a woman as funny and outgoing as you has no friends.” She finishes off her wine and gets up from the table, collecting our plates. I’ve pissed her off. I stand up and grab the rest of the plates, bringing them to the kitchen. She puts everything in the dishwasher, and while she’s washing her hands, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her bare shoulder. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you pissed at me.”

  She turns around in my arms and lays her head on my chest. “I’m not pissed. Blake, it’s because of you that I’m who I am again. I shut myself off to everyone when I moved to California. I lived in a bubble of shopping, working, and writing. You popped that bubble and made me remember who I really am. So no, I haven’t made friends here, and until I met you, I didn’t care. Now, I want to be around friends and laugh and get drunk.” I chuckle at the get drunk part, because she hasn’t been drunk since we’ve been together, except for New York. “You made me want to enjoy life again.”

  I hold her tight and kiss her head. “London, I don’t want you to enjoy life, I want you to love it.” That’s what I need to do to get her to trust me. I need to make her love life, and damn it, that is exactly what I’m going to do.

  Chapter Eleven

  London

  The last few weeks have been so amazing, and I keep waiting for something to happen. Something to come rip away my happiness, kill my dreams, and end with my heart shredded to pieces. I tell myself every morning to enjoy today to the fullest because tomorrow it might all end. I absolutely hate that I do it, but in the same breath, life has never been so much fun. Blake and I have been together almost every day, even when I need to write. He sits there either watching me or hanging out in the living room until I’m done. We’ve gone out to dinner, relaxed on the beach, and even went out to the bar a few times. I’ve been swimming in his pool and been to every party they’ve had. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried, and I’ve started to become really close to Kallie and her friend Brinley. They’ve taken me out a few times for a girls’ night
and I got trashed. Blake, of course, loved that. He loves when I spill my guts, and being drunk makes that happen. I even finally met the infamous Braden, and Blake was right, he is a really great guy.

  Shannon is coming out this week, probably not so much to see me as to see Brody, but I’m excited anyway. She’s flying out and I’m picking her up at the airport on Friday night. Blake convinced me to have everyone over for dinner and drinks on Saturday, and even though I’m excited to be the one entertaining, I’m a little nervous that it will suck. I don’t have a pool or hot tub or fire pit like he does. It’s just a boring backyard, so I’m hoping everyone has fun.

  After everything that happened at work with Todd, it took me a while to get comfortable there again, but I’m back to being relaxed. Ben called the police, and a restraining order was put in place to keep Todd from coming near the restaurant. Luckily, he hasn’t. I know in my heart he won’t. He was just pissed he was fired. He’s probably off being a shitty employee somewhere else.

  I pull out of my thoughts and focus back on work. I put my paperwork in my desk and try to sneak on the computer for a few minutes before I go check the floor. I pull up my Facebook and go right to Blake’s page. I don’t comment or anything, but I like to see what his fans write, even though some of it makes me want to claw their eyes out. He’s slowly putting up photos from the shoot with Lee. They are fucking amazing, and everyone loves them. I get off his page, go check mine, and talk to a few of my readers. I love interacting with them. It makes me so happy. I don’t think they understand how special it makes me feel, any author feel, when they inbox and say how much they loved a book. Every message I hold close to my heart, and there is no way to make them fully understand that.

  I look at the clock and realize I’ve been hiding out in my office way too long. I need to get out on the floor since I’m leaving soon. I walk out and thankfully everything is going well and no one needs me. I go check each station and the bar, happy to see how well things have been going since Todd left.

  “Hey, London?” I turn around and see Kallie and Brinley. I walk over to them and give them each a hug.

  “What are you guys doing here?” I lead them over to the bar and sit with them.

  “We wanted to go have some dinner. We were going to call to invite you but figured, what the hell, why not eat here.” I tell Jim, the bartender, to put their drinks on my tab.

  “I’m off in about a half-hour, but you guys can have drinks until I’m done.” They stay and have a drink while I finish what needs done on my part. It’s the longest half-hour ever, but finally I clock out and get my stuff. I walk over to the bar and get the girls to go grab a booth. Once we sit down, Brinley looks me up and down.

  “Damn, you seem totally different at work. All fancy and shit,” Brinley says.

  I laugh and glance down at myself. I guess she’s right. I always wear pantsuits or skirts to work, definitely not my everyday style.

  “Brin, shut up. She’s professional,” Kallie hisses.

  Maybe she’s right. I should dress more like myself at work. I can be dressed up without being in a suit.

  “It’s fine. I think you have a point actually, Brin. I should be more of me.” She gives Kallie a smug smile and we laugh.

  The rest of the dinner is awesome. We laugh a lot and talk about the guys and this weekend. Brinley isn’t in a relationship and doesn’t want to be. She’s happy sleeping around, but I can see the disapproval on Kallie’s face when she talks about it. I don’t know the backstory, so I’ll never judge. Maybe, like me, she keeps men at a distance for a reason.

  My cell phone vibrates. I peek at it and can’t help smiling when I see it’s Blake. “Someone just got the text that her man is ready for her to come home.” I laugh, but Kallie is right. He said he’s waiting in his bed for me.

  “I still can’t believe playboy Blake has finally joined team monogamy.”

  When I first met Brinley and she made comments like that, it used to piss me off. Now, I’m so used to it that I just ignore it. I told Blake I believe that she thought he would always screw around like her, and now that he’s not, she’s a little jealous. He, of course, doesn’t think so, but I pay attention. I’ve seen her with Max. She likes him whether she’ll admit it or not.

  “All right, let’s go.” We stand up and Kallie pulls out her wallet. “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll write it off.” I give them a wink and we walk out to the parking lot. They hug me goodbye, and I text Blake to tell him I’m on my way. I can’t wait to get out of this suit, but I’m sure Blake will have me out of it before I know it. I’m not complaining, though. I haven’t been with a ton of guys, but holy shit, Blake is like no one else. He can do things to my body that I didn’t even know were possible.

  I park my car in front of his house and walk up to the door. I knock and he answers with that sexy grin of his. “Damn, it’s only been a day and I’ve missed you.” He kisses me and hugs me close. That’s one thing I can say about Blake. He’s very honest with how he’s feeling. He isn’t afraid to tell me he missed me, that he’s horny, or that I’m frustrating him. He’s completely comfortable with who he is, and I love that about him.

  “I missed you too.” I kiss his bare chest and pull away. “Did you eat?”

  “Yes, Jax and I ate before he went to Kallie’s for the night. So we’re all alone tonight.” The way he says it gives me butterflies. “Why don’t you let me show you how much I missed you?” He doesn’t need to ask me twice. I may have gone years without sex, but now if we don’t have sex for a day, my body begs for release.

  We go to his room, and he closes the door and sits on the bed. He’s only in his boxers and it is fucking hot. “Looks like I need to catch up.” I start to take off my jacket, but he holds his hand up.

  “Strip for me.”

  I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

  He crosses his arms and gives me a completely serious face. “I said, strip for me.”

  I glance down at his carpet for a minute before lifting my head. “I’ve never stripped for anyone, Blake. I don’t know how to be sexy like that.”

  He shakes his head and stands up, getting right in front of me. “London, you need to have confidence and be willing to try something new. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fucking glad you’ve never stripped for anyone else, but you need to embrace your inner stripper.”

  I laugh at his reference. “My inner stripper?”

  He runs his knuckles down my face and slowly drags his finger across my lips. “Everyone has an inner stripper. You need to find her and let her free.” With the sexy seductive way he talks to me, he could get me to do just about anything. I take a deep breath and push him to the bed, making him sit back down. “That’s it, baby, take control.”

  I take a few steps back, and with my heart pounding in my chest, I start to take off my jacket. I drop it on the floor and step out of my heels, kicking them aside. I decide taking my pants off first will probably be best, so I can tease him by slowly undoing my blouse. I run my hands down my body, enjoying the way it feels, and stare right into his eyes. I unbutton my pants and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them. I slowly unbutton my blouse, letting it hang open when I’m done. I walk over to him and straddle his lap. He goes to touch my breasts, but I grab his hands.

  “No touching,” I whisper.

  He nods and puts his hands on the bed. I start to grind on him and he growls. I can feel his hard cock pressing against me, and it gives me more confidence. I slip my shirt off and hold onto his shoulders, grinding on him faster.

  “Fuck, London. I’m going to bust a nut from this. You are so fucking sexy.” His words turn me on more, and I slide off his lap onto my feet again. I hook my fingers under each bra strap and let them slide off my shoulders. He reaches around to his cock and rubs it a few times, making my pussy drip with need at the incredibly hot scene in front of me. I’m breathing heavier now as I reach behind me, unhook my bra, and let it fall off.

>   He licks his lips when he sees my breasts. I run my hands across my stomach and up to my breasts and start massaging them. “Damn. Pinch your nipples.” I trace around each of my nipples with my finger before pinching them, causing myself to moan. “That’s it, baby, let yourself feel it.” I pinch them again, evoking the same moan. He rubs his cock again and I slowly walk over to him. He moves his hand when he thinks I’m going to straddle him, but when I drop to my knees, he stares at me with huge eyes.

  I run my hands up his thighs and I feel him slightly shudder. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and start to pull them down. With a little help from him, I get them off and take in his hard cock, all ready for me. I rest my hands on his thighs and lean forward, licking the tip. I glance up at him and he has his eyes trained on me. “The piercing, umm, it’s new to me.”

  He pushes the hair off my face, and I see the look of pure lust in his eyes. “Just take it slow, baby. Get used to it.” I give him a nod and lean forward, taking some of him into my mouth. “Oh, damn.” The feeling of the piercing in my mouth is strange, but not completely unpleasant. I take a bit more of him each time, and once I have as much of him as I can fit into my mouth, I use my hand for the rest. I start to find my rhythm, and when he moans, I know I’m doing it right. Once I start to pick up my pace, he wraps his hands into my hair and starts guiding me. It actually turns me on more. When he lifts his hips slightly, I realize he’s fucking my mouth and I moan. “London, I’m close to coming. If you don’t want me to do it in your mouth, you better pull off soon.”

  There’s no way I’m not going to do this. Normally, I can’t do it. It makes me gag, but with Blake, I want it. I want to taste him, milk every drop out of him that he’ll give me. He moans loudly when I reach down and fondle his balls, and he explodes in my mouth. “Oh fuck, London.” I keep sucking on him, loving each second of it. “That’s it, take it all.” That’s just what I do. When he’s finished, he gently pulls my hair to have me release him. I do and lick my lips as I stare up at him. “That was fucking hot. Now get your sexy ass on this bed, so I can fuck you right.”