by Marie Force
“Do you think I’m crazy for acting this way?”
“No. I understand it, actually. I just… Be careful, Addie. He…” She shakes her head. “You know him better than I do.”
Something that looks an awful lot like guilt skitters across her face and is gone before I can be certain of what it was. Why in the world would Natalie feel guilty about anything where Hayden is concerned? I’m so amped up, I’m seeing things that aren’t there.
Flynn slides back into the booth and puts his arm around Natalie. “You ready to go home for some private celebrating, baby?”
“Whenever you are.”
“Can we give you a lift, Addie?” he asks.
“Oh, um, no, thanks. I’ll go with Hayden.”
Flynn glowers at Hayden, who has a fresh drink in his hand and a whole new group of actors surrounding him. “You’d be better off coming with us. He’s just getting started.”
How can I begin to compete against the beautiful women he works with every day? The women who throw themselves at him, hoping he’ll want them in one of his films? Some of them would do anything, give him anything, to get what they want.
Stop, Addison. You’re worth a thousand of them, and you’ve never sacrificed your morals for a job. I realize Flynn is staring at me, probably wondering what level of meltdown I’m having.
“I’ll keep an eye on him and make sure he gets home okay.” I get up to hug them both. “Congratulations again. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks, Addie.” He kisses my cheek. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
“We both know that’s not true, but it’s nice to hear anyway.”
“It’s entirely true. I’m sure I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I’m sure you will.”
When Natalie hugs me, she whispers, “Be careful” in my ear. I’m not sure what she’s telling me to be careful about. Is she warning me off Hayden? Why would she do that? Does she know something I don’t? Of course she doesn’t. She’s known him a couple of months. I’ve known him for ten years. What could she possibly know that I don’t?
I give her a reassuring smile and send her on her way. I try not to notice the way she looks back at me over her shoulder, her brows knitted with obvious concern. Does she think I can’t take care of myself? I love her, but she’s worrying needlessly. And why do I feel like the younger of the two of us when I’ve got four years on her?
Summoning courage and resolve and determination to get what I want, I approach him and place my hand on his back.
He startles when he realizes it’s me. “Oh, hey,” he says, still managing to avoid eye contact. Is he really that much of a coward?
“What do you say we get out of here?” My heart beats wildly while I wait to hear what he’ll say.
He finally looks directly at me, and the heat I see in those usually frosty blue eyes tells me everything I need to know. He wants me, but he doesn’t want to want me. I can work with that.
“Um, okay. Sure.”
After we say good-bye to Jasper, Kristian and Marlowe, I curl my hand around his arm, because of my four-inch heels and my legs feel rather unsteady all of a sudden. Despite my earlier bravado, I’m a nervous wreck about taking this particular bull by the horns, and Natalie’s odd reaction to my plans has put me further on edge than I already was.
But that kiss… That damned kiss. Whatever happens next is his own fault. He started it. I intend to finish it once and for all. It’s about damned time.
I’m gripped with indecision. Do I tell Flynn about Addie’s plan, or do I keep it to myself? Addie has no idea that Hayden, Flynn and the rest of the Quantum principals are Doms. She doesn’t know about Club Quantum or the playroom in Hayden’s Malibu house that tipped me off to his preferences even before I knew that Flynn shares them.
My stomach hurts when I think about Addie getting way more than she bargained for with Hayden. But then I tell myself Hayden loves Addie. He’d never hurt her or push her too far or… God, I don’t know that for sure. Yes, I’ve gotten to know Hayden much better since our inauspicious first meeting when I messed up his shot in a Greenwich Village park and was subjected to a tirade. But I don’t really know him all that well. I certainly don’t have the first clue how he treats a woman in bed outside the Dom/sub relationship. Does he even have what they call “vanilla” sex?
I don’t know, and the fact that Addie could be walking into something she’s woefully unprepared for has my nerves on full alert. My dilemma is not something I can easily hide from my incredibly attentive husband.
“Why are you fidgeting?” he asks when we’re settled in the backseat of the car he hired to get us around on Oscar night.
“No reason.” Addie has been a good friend to me from the first day we met, through the storm of my past being made public, to my marriage to Flynn and everything in between. She’s made me feel welcome in my new life, and I want our friendship to flourish. How can that happen, though, if I betray her confidence?
Flynn snuggles up to me, and I end up on his lap with his arms around me and his lips doing wondrous things to my neck that have me on the verge of forgetting all about Addie and her plan.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Did someone say something nasty to you? Who do I need to have killed?”
“Don’t even say that. We’ve had enough murder mysteries tied to your name to last us a lifetime.” I’m still getting my head around the fact that my father killed the lawyer who ratted me out to the press. My father didn’t do it to avenge me, though. No, he did it because the lawyer besmirched my dad’s precious friend—the same friend who attacked and raped me when I was fifteen. My father has always chosen Oren over me—and he always will.
“The girls had a good time tonight,” he says of my sisters, who’ve gone home to spend the night with his parents.
“Thanks for including them.”
“Of course they’re included. They’re our family.”
“Yes,” I say with a happy sigh, “they are.” I love having my sisters back in my life, which has been the best thing to come out of the recent uproar over my past. Well, Flynn is the very best thing, but my sisters are right up there, too. Candace and Olivia grew into lovely young women during the eight years we spent apart, and I’m so proud of them.
“Someone asked Jasper about Olivia,” Flynn says.
I’m immediately on alert. “What about her?”
“Whether she might be interested in modeling.”
“Seriously?”
“Jasper wouldn’t have told me if it wasn’t serious interest.”
“I don’t know what to say to that. She’s got school and work and… Wow.”
“I know, right?” His smile stretches across his handsome face. He’s had a lot to smile about lately after sweeping the award season for his amazing performance in Camouflage, not to mention getting married. “Will you tell her?” he asks.
“I suppose I’ll have to. It should be her choice.”
“I agree.” He kisses my cheek and then my lips. “Now will you please tell me what’s got you stressed out?”
“You won’t like it.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“You know how Hayden kissed Addie and they were awfully cozy earlier?”
Because I’m sitting on his lap, I’m instantly aware of his body tightening with tension. “What about it?”
“She’s planning to seduce him. Tonight.”
His brown eyes go wide with surprise. “She told you that?”
Nodding, I say, “And please, you can’t make a big thing of it with her. She confided in me, and I don’t want her to think I run to you with everything she tells me.”
“I understand, sweetheart. She’s become a friend, and I get that. You don’t have anything to worry about. Hayden won’t touch her.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because he knows I’d kill him if he touches her without being willing to commit to her. In fact, we had words about it in th
e men’s room tonight.”
“What kind of words?”
“The kind where I told him to leave her the hell alone if he’s not fully invested. He has no desire for a committed relationship, and she’s too important to me and everyone else in our group for him to play his games with her.”
“From what she said, I don’t think she plans to take no for an answer.”
“He won’t let it happen.”
Hearing that, my heart aches for poor Addie.
Flynn traces his finger over my lips. “Why is my wife sad?”
“I’m worried about her. She really cares about him. I understand why it might not be a good idea for them to get together, but I hate the thought of her being disappointed.”
“I do, too, but it’s for the best. She wants love and marriage and babies and a life with someone. After the way he was raised, he wants nothing to do with any of that.”
“How was he raised?”
“Ah, jeez,” Flynn says with a deep sigh, “his family life was a disaster. His parents split before he was born. His mom, who has chronic drug and alcohol issues, has been married and divorced three times, but Hayden is her only child, so all her problems fall on his shoulders. He just paid for another trip to rehab for her, and now he’s in that fragile, hopeful period of waiting to see if it’ll work this time, and the rest of us are waiting to prop him up when it doesn’t. His dad is on wife number four—she’s three years younger than we are—and Hayden has a bunch of half siblings from his dad who he barely knows. Both his parents had some early success as actors, but they faded out pretty quickly, and now they’re has-beens. His dad hits him up for money on the rare occasions Hayden actually hears from him.”
“I knew his family was messed up, but I didn’t know how messed up.” Hearing his story softens me to Hayden ever so slightly. He isn’t my favorite of Flynn’s friends, even if he did step up for me during the firestorm of my painful past becoming public, but I know how important he is to Flynn, so I try to respect that.
“It’s been really embarrassing for him. He keeps his distance from the whole catastrophe, but he has no desire to ever get married after the hell his parents’ various marriages put him through. He thinks marriage is for idiots.”
“We know better, don’t we?”
“We certainly do.”
“You changed your mind. Maybe he’ll change his under the right circumstances.”
“I suppose anything is possible, but his scars run pretty deep on that subject, even deeper than mine did after the horror show with Valerie.” He scowls at the mention of his ex-wife. “The shit with his parents made for a very unhappy childhood for him, and when they ask him for money…” Flynn shakes his head, his disgust apparent. “It’s hard on him.”
“Maybe someone like Addie is exactly what he needs.”
“You’ve seen him at the club, Nat. Can you picture her wrapped up in his ropes, while he spends hours torturing her every way he can think of?”
“Not really, but you couldn’t picture me there either, and we know how that turned out.”
His grunt of laughter makes me smile. “You think you’re quite clever, don’t you, Mrs. G?”
“I know I’m clever, and you know I’m right. She might take to the lifestyle the same way I did.”
He cringes. “I can’t even…”
“Don’t think of her as Addie, your adored assistant and the little sister you never had. Think of her as a woman with a mind and heart of her own.”
“I’m happy to think of her that way, as long as I’m not thinking of her as a woman with Hayden.”
“He’s your best friend, Flynn.”
“And I love him. He’s a great friend and business partner, a talented filmmaker and a better son than his parents deserve.”
“But?”
“I worry that he’ll hurt her.”
“So you’d stand in the way of her happiness? It’ll matter to her if you don’t approve.”
“She’s all light and love and joy. He’s dark and broody and broken. As much as I want them both to be happy, I fear it would turn into a match made in hell for her.” He curves a hand around my ass. “And now I don’t want to talk about them. I want to talk about us and how we’re going to celebrate my big win.”
“How do you want to celebrate?”
His hand slides down my leg to dip under the hem of my red Givenchy gown. With his palm flat against my inner leg, he drags it up to find I followed his earlier directions and left my panties at home.
“Ahhh, fuck,” he whispers. “How is it possible that I have you four times a day, and it’s still not enough?”
I spread my legs to encourage him, but he isn’t in any rush. “It’s not enough for me either, but we can’t keep this up forever. Can we?”
“I can if you can.”
I laugh nervously. I’ve learned not to challenge him on these things. “Touch me, Flynn.”
“Are you giving the orders now?”
“Please?”
“Mmm, you know just what to say to me, don’t you?”
Before I can come up with a witty reply, he renders me speechless when he pushes his fingers into me. No preliminaries, no playful teasing… Oh God. “Flynn.”
“What, baby?”
“I—” He curls his fingers and finds my G-spot, and as if he’s flipped a switch inside me, he makes me come hard. Like always, he plays my body like a maestro. “I forgot what I was going to say.”
Laughing softly, he continues to stroke me with his fingers. “Whose idea was it to go home tonight?”
“Yours. We could’ve been in a hotel room by now.”
“Who needs a hotel room?” Punch drunk from the champagne and the powerful orgasm, I’m unprepared for him to abruptly withdraw his fingers. He deals with his clothes and arranges me on top of him, bringing me down onto his hard cock, making me moan from the incredibly tight fit. It’s always like this with him, so hot and so tight. I’m never sure whether to scream or sigh from the pleasure. Usually I scream, but with the driver behind a thin screen, I contain that urge tonight.
With his hands tightly gripping my bottom, I drop my head to his shoulder, adrift in a sea of sensation. I shift ever so slightly, and he gets bigger and harder, making me groan from the tight squeeze. “That’s enough.”
His low chuckle draws a smile from me. We have this “argument” frequently. Just when I think he can’t get any bigger, he does. Every time.
“It’s your fault,” he says. “It’s all you.”
“From my perspective, it’s all you.”
“It’s all us. We’re perfection together.”
I can’t deny that, so I don’t bother to try.
“I wish you could feel what it’s like to be inside you, the way your muscles ripple and squeeze me. It’s all I can do not to come the second I feel the first squeeze.”
His gruff words, spoken directly into my ear, make me tremble.
“Ride me, sweetheart. Make me come.”
Next to him on the seat, his two Oscar statues lie abandoned, almost an afterthought to what’s happening now. That makes me giggle.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, his teeth gritted from the effort it takes not to come when I’m riding him. I know this is a challenge for him because he’s told me so many times before.
“Poor Oscar one and Oscar two, discarded in the heat of passion.”
“Who the fuck cares about Oscar when I’m fucking my sweet Natalie?”
Part of me wants to be appalled by his language, but I can’t deny that his blunt words turn me on.
He throws his head back and groans. “I love how you get wetter when I say things like that. I fucking love it.”
And I love him. Desperately. I’m so proud of those two gold statuettes that validate my belief that he’s the most talented actor of our generation, and he’s all mine. Tonight he deserves to be worshipped, and I can tell I shock him when I lift myself up and off him, dropping to my k
nees in front of him.
“Nat… What the fuck?”
“Shhh. Just enjoy.” He’s taught me how to do this the way he likes it best. I tightly grasp the thick base and suck the wide tip into my mouth, flicking him with my tongue as I ease him into the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell,” he says on a hiss. The tight pull of his fingers in my hair and the surge of heat in his hard cock let me know I’ve got his full attention. I take him up, nearly to the point of climax before backing off and doing it again and again until he’s all but begging me to end the torment.
“Nat. Christ, Nat. Baby.”
He’s warning me as he always does, giving me the choice as to where and how he comes. I want him in my mouth, so I tuck my finger in tight against the spot under his balls that sets him off every time, and he comes with a fierce growl, thrusting into my throat with wild abandon. I love him this way. I love him every way, but watching my controlled, dominant husband lose control because of something I did to him is an incredible high.
I bring him down the same way I took him up—slowly. And then I venture a glance at his face and find him watching me with fire in his gorgeous eyes. “Congratulations,” I whisper as I smile at him.
“I need to win a couple of Oscars every day if that’s how you congratulate me.” He’s slumped in the seat, but the casual pose is deceiving. I know him well enough by now to surmise that I’m witnessing the calm before the storm that will strike when we get home. I can’t wait. His outstretched arms draw me up and back into his lap. He holds me close, stroking my hair and kissing my swollen lips. “My wife is the sexiest, most incredible wife in the whole world.”
“I don’t know about the whole world.”
“She’s my whole world.”
And that’s way more than enough for me.
CHAPTER 3
I’m not the only one who wants a piece of Hayden tonight, and it takes nearly an hour to break free of the party. Men and women alike fawn over him, hoping he’ll remember their platitudes when casting his next film. However, I can tell that most of their insincerity goes in one ear and out the other with him. He’s never been one to play the Hollywood game, and he isn’t about to start now that he’s scored directing and producing Oscars.
