Playing For Love

by J. C. Grant

  Chance followed us to the dressing room without prompting. Once we were inside, David leaned his big frame against the door, crossing his arms.

  “I'm really not comfortable with everyone seeing you like that.” His tone was half apology, half disapproving.

  Untying the belt, I let the robe fall away. As always, David's gaze lacked subtlety as I put my bra on.

  “Are you going to stop modeling underwear?” I questioned as I dressed.

  His mouth opened in protest, but his retort died and a look of understanding crossed his face. His eyes met mine and the sadness there hurt me more than I was comfortable with.

  “Don't do anything like that again without me,” he muttered sounding defeated.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  As soon as my boots were laced, I grabbed my purse and David was leading us out, giving me just enough time to say some brief good-byes before heading out into the now-full parking lot. He opened my door, helping me into the truck, then got Chance in. I couldn't stop thinking about that look in his eyes during the shoot or in the dressing room. When David folded into the driver’s seat and pushed the ignition start, I said,

  “David, I want you.”

  He paused, looking over at me, his questioning gaze was quickly turning heated.

  “I want to be with you,” I explained. “I can't imagine not being with you now.”

  He leaned into the seatback. “So you're done thinking about leaving me?”

  Apparently, the only person in our house I was fooling was myself.

  “Why did you act the way you did in there?” I countered, hoping to help him understand.

  He turned toward me, his arm on the console. “Because I don’t want anyone seeing you like that. I don't care if anyone else is bare assed, spread eagle. Just not you. You are for me. And only me.”

  That was quite the leap. I was nowhere near being spread eagle, but I understood him.

  “It's the same thing. I can't even think about you being with anyone else, I can't handle it. It hurts too much. I don't want there to be anyone else. You're mine.”

  Something sparked in his eyes at my declaration.

  “There isn't anyone else... I never had anything before you. I'm yours... I've never belonged to anyone. Only you,” he insisted vehemently, his voice rough with emotion. His hand gripped my nape, pulling me forward until our noses were touching.

  “Open,” he breathed against my mouth. When I obeyed, his head tilted and he licked inside with long, hot, wet strokes. Sliding in and out of my mouth with sinful skill.

  I felt his energy shift as he hooked an arm around my waist, hauling me into his lap, manhandling me into position, until I was straddling him. A shiver ran through me as I settled on him, the ridge of his jeans on top his quickly growing erection, applying pressure in all the right places.

  “You okay?” he asked, pressing two buttons on the door with one hand while the other slid under my shirt, finding the bare skin of my waist.

  At his warm touch, a soft noise left me, the sound of David getting whatever he wanted. That's all it ever took, one touch, and I melted for him.

  Staring at his sculpted lips, I nodded and leaned in, bracing my forearms on the hard swells of his shoulders as the seat slowly reclined and slid back, giving us room.

  Little jolts of pleasure shot through me as his swelling cock tormented my clit with this new angle. My heartbeat kicked up, my breathing turned shallow as my pussy quivered in need.

  His breath hitched as I shifted.

  I loved that he was as affected as I was. That he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  Cupping the back of my head with a broad, gentle hand, he pulled me closer, our noses grazing. Our breaths heavy and warm between us. His dark gaze met mine, holding me captive before falling to my lips.

  “Goddamn, you're sexy,” he growled before claiming my mouth in a hungry kiss, swallowing my moan with his own as his tongue dipped in. His hips churned restlessly, as his greedy hands moved lower, driving mine down, pressing my clit against the ridge of his zipper as he moved. The friction was enough to set my body on fire.

  “Say it again. Tell me I'm yours,” he said hoarsely.

  Holding his intense gaze, I whispered, “You're mine.”

  His mouth was on mine again, his tongue slid in, stroking with explicit long licks as his hands moved lower, gripping my ass hard. Then lower, fisting the fabric between my legs, the seam giving under his insistence.

  “David!” I complained, shocked.

  “I'll buy you as many as you want,” he promised huskily, unbuttoning his jeans, then lifting me enough to push them down to mid-thigh.

  His frantic movements betrayed his excitement, reminding me of a teenage sexual encounter. It was sweet and sexy. And extremely arousing.

  “You wet?” he asked as two big fingers dipped inside.

  I groaned at the intrusion, arching into his touch. But those two crude words in that gruff, excited voice... It got me so much hotter than sweet nothings or dirty talk ever could. Because with David it was real, it wasn't some act to turn me on. He was foul mouthed, filthy, and sweet as hell. And he loved the fuck out of me.

  He made a ragged sound of approval, finding me wet and swollen, and those fingers plunged deeper.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  Then remembering our public location, I whispered, breathlessly, “David, we're in a parking lot.”

  He brought his fingers up, evidence of my need glistening and thick. Licking them once, he groaned, a deep throaty sound that raised the hair on my arms. His half-lidded gaze watched me closely as he touched his middle finger to my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how much you want me.”

  My tongue snaked out, licking the tip before taking his thick digit into my mouth, sucking, my flavor mingled with his salty skin.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “We're doing this here. Now. I need this.” Gripping his hard cock, he positioned it at my entrance as I switched to his other finger.

  “Fuck, that's hot.” He tilted my hips, and thrust up, feeding me the tip of his dick. His gaze locked on his digit sliding into my mouth and he demanded quietly, “Suck it.”

  Overcome by a violent hunger, fueled by his demand and the wide crown nudging inside me, I lost myself as I grabbed his hand, working his finger like I would his dick.

  “You wish that was my cock, don't you?”

  A deep groan bubbled out of me as I lowered my hips, taking his thick head into me, sucking his finger like a porn star. Telling him fuck yes, I do. His cockhead throbbing inside me, had my core fluttering around him, pulling frantically, desperate to be fucked. David didn't hesitate, giving me what I wanted. Thrusting up in quick movements, he let out a guttural groan as he worked his cock deeper with urgency. His desperation, his need for me was soothing. Relaxing. I laid down on him still suckling his finger, our bodies flush, my head on his shoulder, his cock sinking deeper.

  “Oh fuck, yeah. Let me in, sweet girl.” He grunted. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me down, forcing his full length into me.

  The stretching ache was welcomed, I needed it. And now my clit was positioned perfectly, getting delicious friction.

  When I released his finger, he buried his hand in my hair, tucking my forehead into the crook of his neck. My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his obscenely defined abs up to his thick pecs, finding his nipples, teasing them to hard peaks.

  “Oh, fuck,” he breathed as his eyes closed.

  Breathing him in, his sweet exotic smell invaded my senses full force. His harsh grunting breaths as he moved in and out of me had me crazed.

  Horny.

  My hips shifted, frantic uncoordinated movements, rubbing my clit on the base of his shaft, chasing my climax. Sharp streaks of pleasure shooting through me as the tension built.

  “Say it again.” His voice was rough in my ear.

  “You're mine.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he grunted. His arm tightened around me,
muscles trembling as he desperately pursued our orgasms. Buried deep inside me, his thrusts were short and measured and powerful, hitting my end with purpose. “Keep saying it.”

  “You're mine. I'm never going to share you.”

  “Yes,” he moaned, losing control.

  “David,” I breathed, giving up, letting him do the work.

  “Yeah, let me fuck you. Just let me fuck you,” he rasped hoarsely, a low rumble vibrating his chest with each breath.

  Within seconds, everything in my core tightened. I focused on his hard body under me, his thick cock stretching me with each deep thrust.

  “David,” I breathed, feeling my pussy flutter then pulse around him rhythmically as my orgasm rolled through me.

  “Fuck, please. Yes, yes, yes. Come on me, sweetheart.” His raspy voice pleaded.

  Knowing I made him like this, desperate and needy, wanting me. Begging me to come on him... I felt powerful, feral.

  I could control him.

  That realization had a new heat racing through me, setting off another pulsing orgasm, more intense than the first.

  “Yes,” he groaned as his hand tightened, pulling me down harder. Then his cock jerked inside me, heat bloomed in my clenching core as he came.

  We stayed like that—breathing hard, our hearts pounding—as his length pulsed inside me.

  “I love you,” I breathed after a moment. Then I pressed my lips to his strong jaw.

  He swallowed thickly.

  “I worship you. I'd kill for you,” he rasped, barely above a whisper.

  His intensity scared me, but it also let me know that everything going on bothered him a lot more than I thought. And I immediately regretted ever wishing he was more upset by the situation.

  I lifted my head, opening my eyes.

  Chance was looking at me with his head tilted.

  “We just gave Chance a show,” I groaned.

  “He's not the only one,” David huffed a laugh.

  “What?” I looked around to see three men standing in front of the car watching us. One was the photographer's assistant. I had no idea who the other two were.

  David gently lifted me off, without exposing my ass to the nosy men. I fell into my seat and pulled my legs over the wide console.

  I noticed David looked pleased. Smug.

  “You don't care they were watching us have sex, but you freaked about me being nude in a very non-sexual environment?”

  “You aren't nude for one.” He pointedly looked at my clothed body as he pulled his jeans up. “But it's kinda like them seeing me pee on you. Standing in there, it's a neutral place, but seeing me with you—” he paused, considering his next words as he tucked himself in, zipping up, “—it's a claiming, male dominance thing. I guess.”

  “You guess?” I was disbelieving as I searched for baby wipes.

  “Never had the instinct before, but yeah. That's the best way to describe it.”

  He took the baby wipes from me and quickly, but thoroughly, cleaned me up, stashing the trash in the center console.

  “This is so weird sitting in the truck with the crotch ripped out of my pants.”

  “Just take the leggings off, sweetheart,” he laughed. “We're going home.” He buckled up and backed out.

  I wrestled them off as he drove.

  *****

  We stopped by the house to change, before heading to the gym. On the way, I texted my mom about what was going on with Zach, Mathew, and Dawn. Curiosity got the better of me and I Googled our marriage.

  It was a mistake.

  Apparently, I was a gold digging whore. I couldn't help but wonder if that was why he was still trying to isolate me. Keeping me at home or the gym.

  *****

  Tara: Heyyy, I left a dress at your

  place. Can I get it real quick? HOT

  date tonight.

  8:39 PM

  When I received Tara’s text later that night, I was thrilled to have an excuse to leave the house. Despite the loud, rough fuck against his office door at the gym, I was still uneasy. A tiny bit insecure. David left an hour before, having a dinner meeting with his manager. He asked me to go, but after seeing what the press was saying about me, I wasn’t up for it. Although I didn’t tell him that.

  Austin: Meet you there in 45.

  8:40 PM

  I didn’t bother changing out of my sweat shorts and holey tee, it would take the entire forty-five minutes to drive the eight miles over to my house on a Saturday night and Tara had seen me in worse. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed my purse. I considered texting David before I left to let him know what I was doing, but I didn’t want to distract him from his meeting.

  Turned out I didn’t need to.

  I was almost in Silver Lake when my car flooded with ringing.

  “Where you goin’?” David demanded when the call connected.

  I had the surreal realization that he randomly pulled up the tracker for my phone and/or car for no reason—he thought I was at home watching TV. Was he checking up on me because I didn’t want to go? Did he do it all the time? I was a little surprised he was that controlling and insecure.

  “Tara left a dress at my house. Just meeting her there so she can pick it up,” I answered sweetly, hoping to ease his concerns.

  He was silent for a moment. “I saw. How long will you be?”

  Fuck, I forgot about him getting my texts.

  “Not long, I’m going straight back home, I’m still wearing my sweats and holey tee,” I tried to reassure him again before attempting to change the subject. “How’s your meeting?”

  “Fine,” he answered, his voice was almost curt. “It’s just Tara? No one else?”

  “I think so. She just wants her dress for a date tonight, babe.”

  “I’’ll see you at home?”

  “Of course.” I turned into my neighborhood.

  “If you’re not home in an hour, I’m coming to get you.”

  My body warmed at his growled threat, arousal flashing through me.

  When I spoke, my voice was a soft rasp, “See you soon.”

  “Yes, you will.”

  His dark warning had my clit throbbing.

  Before I could respond, the call disconnected and music filled the car.

  Moments later, I was pulling into my driveway, Tara was standing by her car in front of my house. I immediately noticed she was not alone.

  “Hey,” I called to her in greeting when I stepped out the car.

  She was already halfway up my drive, two girls in tow. I recognized both. I wasn’t a big fan of either.

  “Hope you don't mind?” she whispered when she was close, the girls trailing several feet behind her. “I was hanging out with India and Kelsey called.” She gave me a look.

  I knew what she meant, Kelsey was that girl. The girl that wanted to be involved with everything and everyone, as long as everything and everyone was famous or would get her near famous people. She always invited herself. Hell, she would show up alone somewhere uninvited.

  “Yeah, I know,” I sighed just as they reached us. “Hey guys.”

  “What gives? Where's this husband you landed, gold digger?” India teased. She was cool, mostly. A little too eager to meet and know anyone that could help her career. In all fairness that was the standard in LA.

  “He's having a meeting with his manager tonight.”

  “Yeah, right. On a Saturday night? I don't think so. He's with his side piece,” Kelsey chimed in.

  “For all I know, you're right.” I didn't feel like participating in her bullshit. “Let's get your dress, Tara.” I headed toward the front door, leaving the two to follow.

  “I need to grab something, be right in,” India called heading toward Tara's car.

  I left the door open and I headed to my bedroom.

  “So what does it look like?” I called looking through my clothes. “David took a—”

  “Austin, come here,” Tara called loudly from the living roo
m.

  When I entered, Tara yelled abruptly. “Surprise!”

  There was a smallish white wedding cake, bride and groom topper and all, and three bottles of wine.

  “What is this?” I asked as my grin turned into a broad smile, matching Tara's.

  “Bachelorette party!” Tara and India yelled in unison.

  “Oh, my God,” I muttered. “I can't believe you did this.”

  My first thought was David, I needed to tell him before he flipped. My second was, I was grateful strippers weren't involved.

  “Here you go,” Tara put a tiara on me—a real one from her pageant days—and shoved a pink dildo shaped cup in my hand. I stared at it a moment before a laugh burst from me.

  Then music cut on, loud music.

  Forty minutes later, as we stood at my kitchen island eating cake, I was feeling really good. Too good. I loved everyone and everything. Even Kelsey. The world was shiny and new. “Tara, you are so beautiful,” I gushed. “You glow like a—”

  A knock at the door barely got my attention as Kelsey rushed over to answer before I could move.

  Everything happened in a blur.

  Tara pulled me over to the couch as Kelsey let five men in. They were beautiful and built and I felt drawn to them. And some small part of me realized something was wrong.

  “What was in that—” I tried to speak over the music, but two of the men flanked me, cutting me off, caging me between their bodies. Without pause they started stripping while grinding against me.

  One had shoulder length blond hair that was falling in his face, the other reminded me of a Ken doll. They looked like models, which in this town was entirely possible.

  Warmth oozed through me as their bodies pressed to mine, four strong hands gliding over me. Everywhere. Within seconds I was lost in the sensations. Their bare thighs framed each of mine. It was pure bliss. I felt one hardening against my hip, and nothing had ever felt so good. I felt content, loved and horny.

  Unbelievably horny.

  My nipples hardened and my clit throbbed in need. My hands slid up their necks, into their silky hair. Their bodies against me, moving, grinding. The chemistry between the three of us felt transcendental and in that moment I loved them and wanted them more than anything else.