The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

by Kristen Proby

  But I’m not going to.

  “Trevor,” she moans, and I cover her lips with my fingers.

  “Shh,” I croon, and gently bite her collarbone. “We don’t want someone to hear you.”

  “The music is loud,” she replies, and fists her fingers in my hair. “I want you.”

  “Best words ever,” I growl, and add a finger inside of her, making a “come here” motion, and watch as I bring her close to the brink of orgasm. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”

  Her eyes are closed as she bites her lip and shakes her head back and forth.

  “Your body comes alive under my touch. It’s the most amazing thing in the world to watch.”

  “It’s pretty great to feel too,” she says. Her voice is hoarse and full of lust.

  Just as she’s about to fall over the ledge, I pull away. Her eyes are glassy as she frowns at me. “Where are you going?”

  “Back out to the party. You don’t like bathroom sex, remember?”

  “You’ve changed my mind. Besides, you can’t do this to me twice in one day. It’s cruel.”

  “You came twice,” I remind her, but she shakes her head.

  “That’s only part of it,” she says. “I get off on getting you off.”

  My cock has never been this hard.

  Her cheeks are flushed beautifully, her nipples hard against her dress.

  I lean in and kiss her cheek, and then her earlobe.

  “Later,” I whisper, and take her hand, leading her back out to join the others.

  “Now,” she replies, and quickly frees my cock from my pants. She squats and immediately takes me into her mouth, and if I were a younger man, I’d come on the spot.

  As it is, she uses both hands and that mouth of hers that was made for sin, and I’ll be damned if I can hold back any longer.

  I come fast, right into her mouth. She swallows and smiles, then stands and tucks me back in my pants.

  “There. Now we can wait for later to get down to business.”

  She winks and leads me back to the party.

  “Oh, good, you’re back,” Kat says when she sees Riley. “I was just telling Mac about that time in college that we took that road trip down to San Francisco.”

  “Oh lord, that was the worst trip ever,” Riley says, rolling her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” Cami asks, tilting her head. “You look a little flushed.”

  Riley smiles and shrugs one shoulder. “I think the alcohol is kicking in.”

  She hasn’t even finished her first drink, but we’ll keep that secret between us. Riley sits next to Addie, who’s now holding the baby.

  “We had three flat tires on that trip,” Riley says as I take a seat next to her. “We were stranded on Mount Shasta for almost twenty-four hours.”

  “Did you all go?” Landon asks. “I don’t remember this story.”

  “No, it was just Kat and me,” Riley says. “And neither of us knew how to change a tire.”

  “I’m a genius,” Kat reminds us all with a smile. “I knew how, I just didn’t want to.”

  “What she said,” Riley says with a shrug. I glance around the room, noticing that the two crew members have left.

  “Hey, man,” Jake says to me, “thanks for being so understanding about not asking me to interview for the show.”

  “It’s not a problem,” I reply. “This show is about the restaurant, and if you want to remain private, that’s your right.”

  “Not everyone is so understanding,” Addie says, rolling her eyes. Riley holds her hands out to the baby, who happily leans toward her, drooling like crazy.

  “Aw, are you teething, little princess?” Riley kisses the baby’s cheek. “You look more like your mama every day.”

  “Thank God,” Jake says, looking at both his girls with love written all over his face.

  “You’re so smitten,” Cami says to him. “It’s awesome.”

  “How could I not be? Have you seen them?”

  “They are beautiful,” Kat says with a smile. “You guys just keep having babies, because I’m not going to. I’ll spoil yours.”

  “We can do that,” Jake says, earning a glare from his wife. “Not today.”

  “You’re damn right not today,” Addie says as the baby starts to fuss. “I love this little love, but she’s a handful all on her own. I think it’s her bedtime.”

  “I’ll take her up,” Jake says. He retrieves the baby and takes her out of the room.

  The girls start discussing the restaurant, and I rub light circles on Riley’s back, working my way lower and lower until I can feel the top of her crack and let my hand rest there, tickling. Her voice skips in whatever it is she’s saying and she tosses me a look, then returns to her conversation.

  I want to keep her in a constant state of arousal all evening. My hand roams to her thigh. She has her legs crossed, and her bare knee is practically begging for attention. I let my hand rest on her thigh for a few minutes, and just when she seems to calm down, I tighten my grip, slide my fingers to her knee, and watch in amusement as goose bumps erupt along her perfect skin.

  “So, now that the crew is gone, how have you enjoyed Portland, Trevor?” Mac asks from across the room. Kat is in his lap, cuddling into him with a very satisfied grin on her face.

  “It’s a beautiful city,” I reply honestly. “The food is great. The company has been even better.”

  I smile down at Riley, who blushes.

  “It’s no secret that I’ve been seeing Riley.”

  “Definitely no secret,” Cami says with a grin. “But I think it was good of you to keep it pretty professional whenever we were filming.”

  “I’m not an idiot, and I’m not willing to give the crew any reason to gossip about any of us. News travels quickly, as I’m sure you know.”

  “It’s a wise move,” Landon says with a nod.

  “So, I’ve decided to stay for a few extra days,” I continue, watching Riley as I speak. My thumb is still wreaking havoc on her knee. “I’d like to spend as much time with Riley as I can before I head back to L.A.”

  “That’s sweet,” Cami says. “You make a really beautiful couple.”

  I smile at Riley and sweep her dark blond hair over her shoulder and off her neck, which I know drives her crazy.

  Women have a thing about having their necks touched. It’s their Kryptonite.

  Riley takes a deep breath and smiles at Cami.

  “Thank you. It’s his glasses. They’re sexy.”

  “I’m quite sure it’s simply you,” I reply, and lean in to place a kiss on her neck, discreetly licking her and making all of the hair on her body stand up.

  She’s so bloody turned on, it’s fascinating.

  We spend the next few hours talking with the others before we say our good-byes and are in my car on the way back to her house.

  She’s uncharacteristically quiet, turned toward the window and watching the streetlights as they whip by on the freeway.

  I reach over to touch her knee, but she jerks out of my reach and glares at me.

  “No.”

  I cock a brow. “No?”

  “No. You’ve been torturing me for hours. Do you have any idea how fucking uncomfortable I am right now?”

  “Oh yeah, it’s straining against my jeans, sweetheart.”

  “Good.” She turns back to the window and sits in silence until we get to her house. She storms out of the car and through the front door, me right on her heels. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  “Great idea.” I smile and follow her back to her bedroom, but she stops and whirls, rounding on me.

  “Alone, Trevor. I’m going to take a cold shower, alone.”

  “Fuck that.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  ~Riley~

  My entire body has been humming for the better part of three hours, damn him. It’s agony. He’s grinning down at me like he’s won the motherfucking lottery, and I want to smack him.

  S
o, I turn and march into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and strip out of my dress, watching him while I do it.

  He’s kept me frustrated all evening, he can have a turn.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says as he watches me shed my bra and turn to the shower. He’s next to me in three quick strides, but rather than touch my boobs or anything farther south, he simply kisses me. Chastely. Intimately.

  Damn him.

  “Get in the shower, Riley.”

  He watches me as I step into my glass-enclosed shower and under the water. It’s hot, too hot for my already warm skin, so I bring the temperature down. I turn away from Trevor and reach for the soap, but before I can do anything else, he’s joined me, naked as the day he was born.

  He’s also shed his glasses.

  “I don’t remember extending an invitation,” I say, but rather than reply, he simply takes the soap from my hand, lathers up his own hands, and makes a circle motion with his finger, implying that he’d like for me to turn around. “I’m still mad at you.”

  His lips twitch in humor. “I’m about to make it up to you.”

  I turn away and he immediately begins to rub my back with his soap-slick hands, thoroughly kneading my muscles in the most delicious way.

  The man’s hands are everything.

  “How is this?”

  “If you stop, I’ll never speak to you again.”

  He chuckles and continues to rub down to the small of my back, over my ass cheeks and up the crack, and I immediately remember him tickling me earlier at Addie’s.

  “I had no idea my ass crack was an erogenous zone.”

  “Hmm,” is his only reply as his hands come around my torso to lather up my belly and breasts. My nipples are still puckered from hours’ worth of torment. “Your body is ridiculously perfect.”

  I smirk, but don’t say anything. I know I’m not perfect, but I love that he thinks I am. He’s the best boost to my ego I’ve ever had, bless him.

  After he’s lathered me all up, I move to step under the water, but he stops me.

  “This is my job.”

  He takes the removable nozzle off the wall and sprays me down, letting all of the soap wash away. Rather than replace the shower head, he backs me up until my back is pressed to the cold tile.

  “Now, let’s see if we can change your mind about shower sex.”

  His green eyes are eating me alive as the water runs in little rivers over my skin. He urges me to lift my leg and rest my foot on the built-in bench, and before I can do anything else, my shower head is pressed to my clit and he’s turned the setting to pulse.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I mutter, and let my head fall back against the tile as zings of electricity shoot from my clit and down my arms and legs. If he doesn’t let me come this time, I’ll fucking kill him.

  “How is this?” he asks.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I repeat, making him smile triumphantly.

  “Your face is so damn expressive during sex,” he says, as if he’s talking about the sports page in the newspaper. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Jesus, Trevor, if you keep that up, I’ll—”

  “You’ll what?”

  I can’t answer him. He’s tilted the nozzle to the side, and the change in angle is making me see stars.

  I don’t think I can make my mouth work.

  “You’ll what?” he asks again.

  “Fucking come,” I reply with a pant.

  “Yes, baby, go over for me.”

  Oh, thank Christ!

  He reaches around me with his free hand and pushes two fingers inside me, and that’s all it takes to send me flying into space, broken into a million pieces. Every muscle is quivering, every nerve ending on fire.

  The water is gone now, turned off, and he’s leading me out of the shower. He dries us both and leads me to the bed, and I can see that he has every intention of fucking me blind.

  Which is great, but he’s going to have to wait for it.

  You know what they say, payback’s a bitch. And for today, her name is Riley.

  When he would guide me down on the bed, I press my hand on his chest and shake my head.

  “You lie down,” I instruct him. He narrows his eyes for a brief second, but he complies, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, spread out like a buffet for my pleasure.

  And I plan to milk a lot of pleasure from this man.

  He’s already hard as a rock, which serves him right for keeping me on the edge of orgasm for the better part of four hours.

  Then again, I’ve been freaking turned on since the moment I laid eyes on him.

  “Are you going to join me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I reply simply, and sink one knee into the bed beside him. “I want you to stay just like this.”

  “Feeling a bit dominant tonight?”

  I just tilt my head and he smiles.

  “Okay, I’ll stay like this.”

  “Thank you.” I kneel next to him, but don’t touch him. My gaze sweeps from his head to his feet and back up again. There are plenty of scars, but no ink. His skin is smooth and bronze, still damp from the shower.

  And God sure did bless him with incredible muscles. Seriously, all of this should be illegal.

  Or come with a warning label.

  “Are you just going to look?” he asks.

  “No,” I reply, and drag my fingertips down his torso. “I’m going to play for a bit. Is that okay?”

  “Whatever you want,” he says, making me smile.

  “Perfect.”

  Without further ado, I lean over and take the head of his cock in my mouth. Trevor sucks his breath in through his teeth and his hands dive into my hair. I grip him firmly in my fist and move up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. Not fast or hard enough to make him come.

  Not yet.

  “Killing me,” he groans.

  I don’t stop. I cup his balls with my free hand, and work him over for a while, enjoying the way everything in him, every muscle, tightens under my touch.

  My phone rings.

  Trevor growls.

  I reach for it.

  “You’re answering?”

  I smile sweetly and hit accept.

  “Hi, Mia,” I say cheerfully, and Trevor’s eyes narrow menacingly.

  I’m so going to pay for this.

  I can’t wait.

  “Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you want the rest of us to pick up some of your work next week so you can spend more time with Trevor.”

  “That’s incredibly thoughtful, Mia. I would love that. Should we meet on Monday so we can go through some things?”

  “Sure, sounds good. Have a fun weekend with him. You deserve it, Riley.”

  My eyes haven’t left him. He reaches down to take his dick in his hand, but I shake my head no and he rolls his eyes, but he obeys.

  “I’ll see you on Monday.”

  I hang up, toss the phone aside, and smile down at Trevor.

  “Where was I?”

  “You had your sexy-as-fuck mouth wrapped around my cock and I was getting very close to coming.”

  “Oh yeah. That.” I grin down at him, and he moves fast, grabbing on to me and pinning me under him. He nudges his way between my thighs, and much to my delight, he sinks inside me, making us both moan.

  “Finally,” I whisper.

  “We could have reached this point a lot faster if you hadn’t been trying to kill me.”

  “What goes around comes around.” I kiss his forearm. “You were trying to kill me all night.”

  “But what a way to go,” he says with a laugh, and then there are no more words as he takes us both to paradise.

  “So, I need a new outfit,” I tell him the following morning as we walk through the mall together. “Mac is throwing a surprise party for Kat’s birthday and it’s a rockabilly theme. I would usually just raid her closet, but it’s her party, so I can’t.”

  “Okay, I’m game,” he says, and
kisses the back of my hand. “Do you have a place in mind?”

  “Yep, there’s a great spot here that Kat shops at all the time. We’ll start there.”

  I lead him into the shop and we wander from rack to rack until I have five outfits to try on. The salesgirl leads us to the back of the store where the fitting rooms are, and Trevor sits on a chair while he waits for me to change.

  The first outfit is a definite no, but I show him anyway.

  “Take it off,” he says immediately.

  “You don’t like it?” I turn to the mirror and scowl. “Yeah, this is a no.”

  “Don’t ever put that on again,” he says, shaking his head.

  “Wow, you feel passionately about this. Okay, this is a no.”

  I return to the dressing room and change into the next outfit, which is much better. When I walk out to show him, his jaw drops and he just stares for a moment.

  “Oh yeah, this is better.”

  “Absolutely not,” he says with a scowl.

  “What? It’s cute!” I turn to the mirror and admire myself in the fun red dress. It hugs me in all the right places.

  “It’s too sexy,” he says. “I won’t be at this party to defend you from all of the other men.”

  “Uh, you do know that all of the other men are taken, right? Not to mention that I’m also taken.”

  “No way. Next.”

  I roll my eyes and go back into the room to change. This one, a pretty light blue dress with a white collar, might be the ticket.

  “Much better,” Trevor says with a nod. “Beautiful.”

  I turn to the mirror and smile. He’s right, this one is classy and fun, perfect for a fun night with my friends.

  “I like it too.”

  He walks up behind me and hugs me around the waist, lowering his head next to mine.

  “This didn’t take long.”

  “I’m a quick shopper,” I reply, enjoying the way he feels pressed up behind me. “I’ll change and pay for this and we can go.”

  “Great. I’ll help.”

  He leads me back into the dressing room and kisses me breathless.

  “We’re in a dressing room,” I hiss.

  “Nothing slips past you,” he says with a laugh. “Yes, we are.”