Relatively Famous

by Heather Leigh

  “Wait here a minute, I’m going to chat with Philippe.” Drew gives me a quick peck and heads toward the bedrooms.

  “You’re sure you got all of it?” I hear Drew’s voice from the back of the house, and Philippe agreeing and saying “yes” and something else I don’t quite hear. “In the office, correct?” That’s all I can make out as Drew and Philippe come back into the great room.

  Philippe places the keys on the countertop, shows us maps and phone numbers we may need, and lets us know that the kitchen is stocked and he’s available at any time day or night if we have any questions or requests. He shakes my hand, tells Drew how great it is to meet him as he pumps his hand energetically, and then bounds out the door.

  “Well, Philippe is…” I begin.

  “Interesting?” Drew finishes my sentence for me.

  “That’s one way of putting it, I suppose.” We both laugh and decide to take a tour of the house.

  The home is beyond spectacular. It’s twenty-eight thousand square feet and perched on the top of one of the highest peaks on the island. We find four bedrooms decorated in cheery shades of lime, coral and yellow, each with its own en suite and outdoor shower. The great room has a wall of sliding glass doors that open onto the multi-level tropical hardwood deck as does the master bedroom, effectively opening the entire back of the house to the outdoors.

  We step outside and find breathtaking views of the entire island and the aquamarine waters of St. Jean Bay, and an infinity pool surrounded by lush tropical gardens. It reminds me to some extent of my mother’s home in Belize.

  “This is even better than I imagined,” Drew says as he grabs my waist and pulls me down onto a chaise by the pool.

  I look at him in astonishment. “You’ve never been here?”

  “No, I haven’t. Why?”

  “I’m not sure, I just assumed. You said the owner was a friend. I don’t know why I thought that.”

  “The owner is a friend, as well as a business partner in some of my investments. But I work a lot, and haven’t had the opportunity to just take off and come here. I don’t get to take a lot of vacations.” Drew sounds wistful at his lack of downtime.

  “Yet you’re here with me. I assumed you brought all the girls you date here.” I poke him in the ribs.

  “No, no other girls, Sydney. Just you. You make me want to take time off from work.” He lays me back on the lounge and covers me with his hard body. “Miss Allen,” he says as he rubs his nose against mine, “I do believe we’re wearing too many clothes for this tropical heat. What do you say we fix that?” He buries his head in my neck and drags his teeth along my skin.

  “Mr. Forrester, I couldn’t agree more.”

  After skinny dipping in the infinity pool and christening one of the double chaise lounges, I put on one of my new bikinis and start cutting up some mango in the kitchen while Drew grills chicken out on the deck. He said that the villa has a cook and a housekeeper but he told his friend he didn’t want anyone else in the house with us. We have the outer panels of the great room open, so we can chat as we cook.

  I pull some spinach and romaine out of the fridge to rinse and pat dry for our salad. Lettuce duty and chopping mango, that’s all Drew will allow me to do after I told him about the ‘spaghetti incident’. He laughed so hard when I told him that story that it took a good ten minutes for him to compose himself.

  Hmph, we can’t all be Wolfgang Puck, you know. That’s what I get for ‘sharing’.

  “So, where does Chad live when he’s not here?” I ask loud enough for Drew to hear.

  Drew wanders back into the kitchen with the chicken on a big glass plate. Barefoot and shirtless, I can’t tear my eyes from his body. He is in perfect shape and must work out a lot to maintain his sculpted physique. His shoulders are lean and broad and lead down to biceps that are strong enough lift me against the wall of my shower as he pounds into me like a jackhammer. Best memory ever. My eyes skim across his perfect chest and down his rippling abs to the ‘v’ that peeks above his low slung shorts.

  If I threw the lettuce on the floor and licked each side of that ‘v’ would he stop me?

  “Chad lives in L.A.” Drew’s voice breaks me from my admiration.

  I snap my head up from my ogling and can barely speak my mouth is so dry. “What? Who’s Chad?”

  He looks at me strangely for a second, then puts the plate down on the countertop and leans in close. “Were you just eye-fucking me, Miss Allen?”

  Holy shit!

  “Ummm, I’m not sure what you mean.” The burning heat floods my cheeks as I resume making the salads.

  He reaches over me and grabs a piece of mango, tossing it into his mouth. “Okay, we can play it that way, Sydney.” Drew smirks knowingly, takes a knife out of the butcher block and begins to slice the chicken. “Chad, the guy who owns this house, you asked me where he lives and I said Los Angeles.”

  Fuck! How embarrassing! And totally hot.

  He slides some chicken onto each salad and I add the mango on top, my pulse still racing. I attempt to act casual as I grab both plates and bring them outside to the stylish teak dining set.

  “Where in L.A.?”

  Drew sets a beer down on the table for each of us and sits next to me. “Brentwood.” He takes a huge bite of salad after answering me.

  I chew my food as I process this information. “Is he involved in the project you have in California?”

  He takes a deep pull from his beer bottle. “Yes, Chad is a principle investor as am I. He’ll be on site with me most days. That’s probably why he let us use his villa, he plans on bugging the shit out of me for six weeks and is just trying to butter me up.”

  “Not a bad plan if you ask me,” I laugh.

  Drew laughs with me. “I agree. He’s a pretty smart guy.”

  We spend the rest of the evening lounging by the pool and laughing as Drew tells me stories of his childhood in the Back Bay of Boston.

  I’m laughing so hard I have to hold my stomach. “Stop, stop, there’s no way your sister told a girl you liked that you were allergic to deodorant!” I say between uncontrollable giggles.

  He grins and his eyes light up. “She did, believe me. She lied and told everyone that I couldn’t wear any because it gave me armpit rashes. It was revenge for the time me and my friends hid a walkie-talkie under her bed and made monster noises.” He looks so gorgeous sitting on a lounge chair by the pool, the dim house lights casting long shadows in the dark night. “She cried every night for a week. We were really mean to her that time.”

  “We used to tear it up all over that city,” Drew reminisces fondly. “Me and my two best friends, Mike and Matt, would get on our bikes and ride over to Kenmore and catch the Sox at Fenway. Sometimes we’d ditch school to get autographs from our favorite players and see batting practice.” His accent gets more and more pronounced the more excited he gets as he talks about his hometown.

  “That sounds like so much fun. I didn’t do anything like that growing up. Do you still talk to your friends from home?” I sit on the edge of the infinity pool so I can dip my feet.

  Drew looks down the hill at the ocean as it shimmers in the moonlight. “I still talk to Mike. Matt died of cancer when we were in high school. They were brothers.” He takes a long sip of his beer and looks at his feet. He clearly doesn’t like talking about this. Drew gets up from the chair and sits next to me by the pool.

  “I’m sorry,” is all I can come up with to say. I put my hand on his.

  He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but I can tell it is. “It was a long time ago.” He takes another big swallow of his beer.

  I change the subject to try and bring back some levity. “In the third grade, Denny Hirschler tried to kiss me by the swings at recess.” Drew looks at me in interest. “When he puckered up, I reached down and threw a handful of dirt in his face, then ran away.” I frown when I realize that not much has changed, I still run away from any type of connection with people.

>   “It’s your fault for being so kissable.” Drew reaches in and tilts my head toward him. He places a soft, tender kiss on my mouth then withdraws, looking out at the sea again.

  “You don’t have any siblings, do you Sydney.” He says this like a statement, not a question, still staring at the dark ocean.

  “No, I’m an only child.” I know my voice sounds sad, and he picks up on it, swinging his head around to face me. Unnerved, I get up and sit in the nearest chair, curling my feet up under me.

  “You know you don’t have to answer anything that makes you uncomfortable?” Drew won’t let me escape into myself. He climbs onto my lounge chair behind me and pulls me back to rest against his broad chest. The warm Caribbean breeze ruffles our hair and rattles the wind chimes on the deck.

  “I know. I’ll let you know if I’m freaking out. I’m sorry I’m so difficult. I…I don’t date much,” I admit. “Part of the whole not wanting to talk about myself hang up I have.”

  I feel crappy that he’s so nice about my neuroses. He shouldn’t have to put up with someone so damaged. He’s so perfect and hot and agreeable. He deserves better than me, but I’m too selfish to let go. He makes me feel safe from all of the bullshit I’ve been scared of, protected.

  He winds his arms around me in a tight embrace. “You’re not difficult, Sydney. Everyone is affected by life events differently. When and if you want to tell me what happened to you, I’ll be here. In the meantime, I’m happy just to spend time with you.”

  “My parents are divorced. They haven’t spoken in twelve years, and I haven’t seen my dad since then either.”

  Wow. I haven’t told anyone that. Ever.

  Leah already knew when she met me so she doesn’t count. Am I losing my mind? Or maybe I’m healing by spending time with Drew.

  “That must have been hard; how old were you then?” Even though I feel his body tense up behind me, his voice is like a calming wave that gently laps at me, eroding my walls bit by bit.

  “Twelve. Yes, it was very hard. It made me very untrusting, as I’m sure you can tell.”

  “I think you’re perfect.” He nuzzles my ear and my bikini bottoms are suddenly damp.

  I turn so I’m facing Drew. “I don’t think I feel like talking anymore.” I slide my hand down his rippled torso and over the front of his shorts.

  “Me either.” He grabs me in his arms and stands up, carrying me through the open wall to the bedroom.

  Placing me down on the massive king-sized four poster bed, he climbs on the mattress and uses his arms and legs to hover above me. I whisper his name as I lift my hips to try to rub against his bulging erection.

  Drew captures my mouth and slowly probes every inch with his tongue, teasing me mercilessly. “Please, I need you,” I whine. I can’t connect with words, with letting him get to know me. I can only connect physically.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and attempt to pull his body down onto me to get some relief, but he’s stronger than me and resists, tormenting me by trailing kisses up and down my neck.

  “Patience, Sydney. I want to savor you. I can’t get enough of your skin, your smell, the feel of your body. Let’s discover everything about each other.”

  He pulls down one side of my bikini top and swirls his tongue around my nipple, dragging his teeth across it as I moan in ecstasy. When he’s satisfied, he shifts to the other breast and captures the firm nub in his mouth, sucking hard. Pleasure and pain crash together and I ‘m aching to have him. He reaches behind me and in one swift move unties my top, tossing it somewhere over my head.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers as his hands knead my breasts and he returns to take my mouth again. Releasing me, he slides off the bed to kneel on the floor and undoes each side of my bikini bottom, yanking it away. “I need to taste you. You’re addictive,” he pants as he pushes me further up on the bed and lowers his head to the warmth between my legs. Roughly grabbing my thighs he shoves them apart and dives in with a primitive groan, taking what he wants. “Jesus, Sydney.” His tongue slips over the tiny bundle of nerves as he inserts two fingers into me.

  “Oh God, Drew!” My back arches off of the bed from his assault as he pumps his fingers in and out of my slick folds. I look down and see him watching me as he flicks his tongue over my most sensitive spot and it sends me over the edge. I can’t control my body as it bucks into his hand.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come!” I scream as the powerful orgasm rips through me, convulsing on his fingers as he continues punishing me with his hand and mouth. He only stops when I collapse in exhaustion; a sheen of sweat covering my body as I catch my breath.

  “I’m not done exploring you yet, Miss Allen.” Drew grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed. His demanding tone reenergizes me and desire detonates from his bossy behavior.

  At some point he lost his shorts and put a condom on, probably when I was almost unconscious from his tongue lashing, because he’s standing next to the bed completely naked. My gaze drops to his thick shaft and I lick my lips, eager to have it do naughty things to me.

  Drew lets me look at him for a moment before he takes my ankles and puts them up over his shoulders. “Are you ready for me baby? I want to fuck you…hard.”

  He is so fucking hot.

  “Yes, take me Drew.” He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, as if savoring my words. When he looks back down his eyes are nearly black with lust. He grips my hips, his fingers pressing deep into my soft flesh, and enters me in one swift thrust. “Ahhhhhh.” My eyes roll back into my head at the sweet fullness.

  “Look at me, Sydney. I want you to watch me as I fuck you.”

  Oh God, I like bossy Drew.

  I meet his gaze and watch his gorgeous face as he drives into me over and over again, pulling out almost all the way and slamming back in. I revel in his beauty; the sweat beading on his brow just under his messy dark hair, his angular jaw clenched tight, his pulse throbbing under the tight skin of his neck, his obliques that ripple with each thrust, his lips that part in pleasure as his breath comes fast and hard, nearing his peak.

  He reaches down and puts his thumb on my clit and I spasm around his cock, shattering as I come again. A few more agonizingly deep strokes and Drew joins me, calling my name as he climaxes loudly before falling to his knees on the floor, laying his head on my chest.

  I reach down, push his sweaty hair off of his forehead and gently scrape my nails down his back.

  “Mmmmmm. That feels good.” Drew lifts his head and rests his chin between my breasts. “You’re amazing.” I continue scratching his back until he climbs onto the bed with me. He snuggles up and pulls me close.

  “Thanks for letting me in enough to come here with me, Sydney.” His voice is soft and kind as he strokes my skin and kisses my ear.

  “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” And I shock myself when I realize that I wouldn’t.

  Chapter 16

  “So, snorkeling, hiking, jet skiing, sailing, what would you like to do today, Sydney?”

  I turn to look at Drew from my lounge chair where I’m enjoying my morning coffee, listening to the tropical birds sing to one another. “Those all sound wonderful. Anything would be great.” I shade my eyes with my hand so I can block out the bright sunlight and see his handsome face.

  “Well, how about we take out a sailboat, and if we want to, we can snorkel, otherwise we’ll just relax onboard and enjoy the day?” He smiles at me from under his gross ‘lucky’ hat, which he decided he needed to wear so we could have good weather all weekend.

  “Sounds great, I’ll just go shower off so we can go.” I stand up and start to make my way into the house.

  Drew grabs my hand as I pass by him. “I just have to make a few calls to arrange the boat and I’ll join you in a minute, don’t finish too quickly.” His mischievous grin sends a jolt of electricity straight to my now damp sex.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll let you wash my back.” I wink and go into the bedro
om.

  It’s official. He’s turned me into a nympho.

  I ditch the tank top and panties that I put on after rolling out of bed and gather my bath supplies. I’ve just stepped outside into the natural stone shower when I catch snippets of an irritated Drew on the phone with someone.

  “I mean it, not a word…. Yeah…they bettah… oh, I’m very serious…she bettah not heah or see a thing…yes…an hour. Okay.” I hear him enter the master suite and moments later, he joins me under the warm spray.

  “Everything okay with the boat?” I don’t want him to think I was eavesdropping, but his accent was pretty pronounced on the phone, so I know he was getting worked up. I’ve noticed that he only goes full-Boston when he’s pissed or excited, and he didn’t sound excited.

  He pauses before slipping his arms around me, pressing his thick erection against my stomach. “Everything’s great babe, Philippe will be here in less than an hour.”

  “Well then, let’s hurry, shall we?” I lather up my hands and grasp his cock firmly.

  After our quickie in the shower, I pack a few things in my tote and throw on a deep green maxi-dress with my casual flip flops. I gather my hair into a high pony tail, slather my face in sunscreen and I’m ready to go.

  Philippe drives us down the hill in the same little Mini Moke that we rode in yesterday. Drew has on his ridiculous hat and sunglasses, and his face has a few days of growth on it so his appearance is strikingly similar to the day we bumped into each other in the café. He catches me staring at him and smiles broadly. “I’m excited for a day on the water, how about you?”

  I’m so thrilled I feel like my grin is going to split my face in half. “Very excited, Drew. It’s so beautiful here. Thank you again for this wonderful trip.” He laces his fingers through mine and I wonder if life could get any better right now.