Falling Stars

by Grubor, Sadie

  "Get dressed" she smiled motioning to my outfit.

  "Oh hell no! It's my birthday I shouldn't have to wear –"

  "Put it on Mia!" she scowled.

  I could try to fight her and I could even try to negotiate, but eventually I would lose this battle. I always did when it came to the birthday outfit.

  "I'll be back to do your hair," she said sternly and walked out of my room. With a salute from me, she gave me one more unyielding look.

  Turning back to the bed, I sighed at the clothing lying before me. There was a pair of black skinny jeans, which weren't the problem. That was pretty great. The problem was the super tiny black vest looking top I was supposed to put on and then the shoes. She was definitely trying to make this the last birthday I would ever be able to walk.

  I put everything on before she came back into the room. She had my size perfected. Everything fit like a glove. I stood in the mirror trying to cover up my stomach. It was really exposed and the corset like effect of the vest gave me more cleavage than I'd ever had in my life.

  "Fuck!" I turned at Kat's exclamation. "Mia, you look hot. I put my tongue offer back on the table. Screw the incest shit. I would totally be your girlfriend." She smiled and winked before she pulled me into the bathroom.

  "What are –?"

  "I'm doing your make-up," she patted the counter top for me to sit on. So, I did.

  When Kat finished, Laney arrived armed with the curling iron. She didn't say one word, instead went straight to work. Once she was finished, they spun me around to the large bathroom mirror.

  I whistled.

  "Why do we have make-up and wardrobe people, when you guys are capable of this?" I laughed. Kat and Laney gave each other a fist bump.

  "We are awesomeness," Kat boasted.

  "Holy Hotness!" Serena was leaning into the bathroom, looking me over.

  "Why thank you my dear." I curtsied.

  "Don't look at my girlfriend like that," Kat quipped playfully.

  Laughing, we left for the next location on Laney's birthday to do list. The guys were waiting down in the lobby for us.

  * * * * *

  Jesus how long does it take to change your damn clothes? Fucking girls!

  "How much longer?" An equally frustrated Jackson was growling into his phone. "Okay, but hurry your ass up!" He sighed after he hung up. "Fucking women!"

  After a few more minutes I was about to suggest waiting in the bar, but the elevator alert its arrival. Kat and Serena step off. Quietly I huffed in annoyance.

  "Finally!" Elliott shouted and strolled over, wrapping himself around Serena. "I'm starving." He pulled her toward the lobby doors.

  My attention pulled away from the embracing couple when they moved and I saw Laney. Her head bobbled with her chipper walk. Then there was Mia. My lips parted, completely forgetting how to breathe. I forced myself to regain composure on the way to the car.

  I had to focus on anything but Mia in that outfit. It was much harder than I thought it would be because even my brain couldn't get past the thought of her very long, long legs in those tight black pants, the exposed creamy skin of her stomach, and the way her dark hair flowed around her practically bare shoulders. Then that damn black tattoo taunted me with the way it dipped into the waist of her pants. I needed to adjust the discomfort in my pants. I would end up doing this a lot tonight.

  We arrived at Broadway Louis and migrated to the arcade. I kept an eye on Mia. The guys in this place were gawking at her and I wanted to gouge their eyes out. At least Laney had been smart enough to have both sets of security with us tonight.

  At one point Mia took off her shoes and stood next to Kat on a Dance Revolution machine. Their laughter was infectious and I found myself smiling with them. I could undoubtedly pick out Mia's laugh from anywhere. Becoming so attuned to her scared me.

  "So are you going to go over there or are you just going to eye stalk her all night?" Laney was smiling at me while holding a beer up to me. I accepted it.

  "What are you talking –?"

  "Please," she put her hand up, "don't even try it." She rolled her eyes and walked over to Mia.

  Once she was there, she turned and motioned me over. Taking a large drink of my beer, I walked over. My eyes started at her active feet and slipped up her legs, over her ass, the smooth concave slope of her lower back. I had to stop there, before a bathroom trip was necessary.

  After the Dance Revolution battle between Kat and Mia was over they tried to get me to do it, but there was no fucking way I was getting on that machine. Honestly, Mia could've gotten me on that machine if she had pressed much further. I was becoming a total pussy where she was concerned. Lucky for me Xander arrived and they forced him to play instead.

  Next was the Daytona Car Race game, in which we took turns racing each other in groups of four. The beer and other drinks were well over a normal limit for all of us. Laney grouped everyone so we could head to her next scheduled destination.

  Club Boca was a beach themed dance club in Myrtle Beach. It was definitely not my scene, but Kat, Serena, and Mia were out on the dance floor so fast you wouldn't have thought they just arrived.

  Sitting back, I watched from the VIP area. Jackson and Elliott were sitting with me. Jimmy was out on the floor with the girls completely willing to take all their crazy moves without thinking twice. More and more drinks arrived. Eventually shots started and I cut myself off.

  Looking out on the floor, I couldn't help but be drawn to Mia. It was annoying as all hell, but it was also a comfort at the same time. She was dancing with Xander now. I fell into a trance with her hips. They moved and her body slid against his. It was so hot. Licking my lips, I adjusted myself for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

  Then the realization of what I was watching clarified in my head. She was practically fucking Xander with their clothes on.

  "He's gay you know?"

  My head snapped in Jackson's direction.

  "Your face is giving away what you're thinking." He smirked.

  I was about to protest his correct assumption, but a deep scowl spread across his face. His attention wasn't on me anymore. It was on the dance floor. Glancing where he was looking, two guys were trying to push their bodies onto Laney. She looked like she was stuck between them and desperately trying to escape.

  Jackson stood before I could look back at him. I got up and tried to calm him down, but when I looked back to the floor one guy had moved his unwanted attention to Mia. This guy pushed Xander off to the side.

  Oh Fuck that!

  Both of us moved with the speed and grace of a jungle cat to the floor. I pulled the aggressor off Mia and stood between the two.

  "What the fuck dude?" the guy shouted.

  Seething with anger, my fists clenched and my nose flared with hot breaths.

  "Christopher," Mia called from behind me. "Christopher!"

  Looking down at Mia's face, her hand came to my face.

  "It's okay". She moved her hands to my fists and tried to unclench them with her fingers. I started to relax.

  "Holy shit! You…You're Christopher fucking Mason!" The asshole got all excited. "From The Forgotten."

  Annoyed, I turned back to glare at him. The anger rose again and when it reached my eyes they burned. He backed up a little.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't know she was your girl. Man…shit…Christ I'm a huge fan." I was about to lose it again, but there was a tug on my arm. Before I could turn, Mia was standing in front of me.

  "It's okay, honest mistake." She laughed uncomfortably.

  "Oh wow, you're…" my jaw clenched tighter, "fuck me, you're Mia Ryder!" He turned his head toward the friend Jackson had removed from Laney. "Dude, I was fucking dancing with Mia Ryder!" A proud smile spread across his face.

  My body tensed up. She spun around when she felt my flexed body step forward.

  "It's okay Christopher. Calm down. It's over. Relax." She turned back to the asshole in front of us.

 
"It was a simple mistake. Have a good night."

  Wrapping my arms around her, she leaned back against my chest. She started guiding us backwards, but this asshole wasn't getting the hint.

  "Can I get a picture with you guys?" He held up his cell. That was it, I lost it.

  "Are you fucking stupid?" I sneered.

  "Maybe another time," Mia quickly cut me off.

  Turning in my arms to face me, she began pushing me backwards.

  "I'm gonna kill that –" She shoved me harder.

  "It's over Chris." Her hand cupped my face. I looked down into her eyes. "It's okay. He wasn't going to hurt anyone."

  I scowled. Is that was this was about? Did she really think that was why I had come out here?

  Her body pressed against mine and the pulse between us took over. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her behind me and out the door. The flashes of cameras and reporter's questions flew out around us. We got in the first available yellow car. Letting go of her hand, I buried my face in my palms.

  "Christopher, are you okay?" she said in a low tone.

  Okay? Hell no I'm not okay. I'm not okay without you. Why can't you see that? I don't want anyone else to touch you. I wanted to scream it at her, make her understand.

  "Yeah, I'm fine. I just needed to get out of there. Sorry." I mumbled.

  "It's alright," she shrugged. "I've reached my alcohol limit anyhow," she giggled. "But that back there," she motioned over her shoulder, "was a little sobering."

  The rest of the drive was quiet and soon we arrived to her room door. Before opening the suite she turned around looking up to me. There was a sway in her body from the spin and the alcohol.

  "Good night," she lightly slurred. "Unless you are staying here," she laughed and opened her door.

  I helped her into the room. She pulled off her shoes and tossed them to a corner of the living room.

  "God that feels so much better!" She moaned like she was in ecstasy. My lower body twitched from the sound.

  My silence must've bothered her. She turned around and looked at me confused.

  "You're quiet, you know that?" she smiled. Her eyes met mine dead. In two long strides, I stood before her, silently pleading with her to see how I felt.

  Cupping her neck, I slid my other hand to the small of her back and crushed my lips to hers, intently and passionately. A voice in the back of my head kept yelling that she was going to protest and we'd both had too much to drink, but the pulsing heat between us drowned the voice. When her hands wrapped around my neck and her fingers laced into my hair the little voice was officially strung-up and shot.

  We hungrily attacked each other, battling for domination of the other's mouth. Moving us toward her bedroom, I kicked the door shut behind us. She jumped from the noise, but didn't remove her lips.

  I fisted her hair, pulling her closer. Her taste was heavenly. It was like getting a taste of mythological ambrosia of the Gods. I wasn't worthy, but I couldn't stop. She moaned and I stiffened. She tilted her head back and gasped for air.

  The tilt allowed my lips to move over her chin and down her throat. Her fingers gripped onto my shoulders I kissed at the base of her neck. She wasn't pulling away or rejecting me, she was pulling me closer.

  Clothes were peeled away, I wasn't sure who was undressing whom, nor did I care. With her back pressed into the mattress, I lay on top of her, me only in my boxers and her in lace panties and bra.

  Kissing the valley between her breasts, she arched into me and moaned. Taking one mound in my hand, I massaged. My cock pulsated fervently between her legs, eager to connect, to feel her.

  Pulling down the strap from her left shoulder, I peeled the lace from over her breast. Taking her nipple into my mouth, I suckled, licked, and lightly nibbled. Fuck, she tasted good. And the sounds she made, the feel of her bare skin, and the smell of her aroused body consumed every one of my senses.

  She moaned again, using her hands to pull my head closer to her.

  My fingers slid over her soft stomach until I reached the lace edge and dipped my hand under. Slipping one finger over her, she moaned out my name.

  The heat and wetness awakened my primal need. Dipping my index finger inside of her, she writhed and moaned. That roused me to insert my middle finger alongside my index. Rhythmically, she moved her hips against my hand.

  "Christopher…please," she growled the sexiest plea I'd ever heard in my life. It was almost musical. Briefly, I wondered if she would let me record it.

  Urgent to get the remaining lace from her body, I ripped something in the process.

  Shifting myself around awkwardly, I got my boxers off and positioned myself. Rubbing my tip against her, we moaned in unison. One lift of her hips toward me and I dove into heaven.

  "Holy Fuck, Mia!" A shiver ran up my spine.

  She pushed her hips forward against me again. Unable to move, I was about to lose it in her wet heat.

  "Please Christopher…please…" The mewling was not helping my situation. Calm Christopher, don't blow it now. Literally don't blow it, yet.

  Slowly I began thrusting, her legs wrapped around my waist. We were so deeply connected. I wanted to get lost in her forever. She felt so amazing, too amazing. Palming the back of her right thigh, I lifted, squeezed, and thrust harder.

  "Oh god…Chris….Ungh...fuck," she moaned, meeting my movements.

  Every muscle in her body tensed up. Then her heavenly body clenched down on me so tight there was no stopping my forceful orgasm.

  "Mia…shit…oh ggg..." Spilling deep inside her, I buried my head in the pillow above her shoulder. Our hips slowed, riding out our orgasmic high.

  Both panting and sticking from sweat, I rolled us to our sides. Her bare chest was rising and falling against mine. Lightly I ran my fingertips over her curves, desperate to commit it to memory. Before we both fell asleep I whispered, "Happy Birthday Mia."

  * * * * *

  There was too much sunlight in my room. My head was spinning and trying to catch up with last night's events. Once my mind finally caught up, my eyes flew open and I flipped around.

  "Oh shit!" I covered my mouth and scanned his body. A very naked Christopher started to stir. I lay back on my pillow and covered my face with my hands.

  What did I do? Oh god, what did I do. Oh my god, Serena is going to kill me. Fuck, Una is gonna flip out. Son of a bitch, this can't happen. I glanced over at Christopher one more time. He is so goddamn beautiful and good lord could he work a woman over. A brief moment of satisfyingly good memories from last night passed through my mind. My inner hooker lounged back puffing out smoke rings.

  His hands on my skin, the way the cool metal ball of his tongue piercing felt against my nipple. His viper bites rubbing against my inner thigh.

  Groaning, I bit my lip hard. Stop it Mia! This will never work.

  "I'm taking you remember last night?" he chuckled.

  "This is so not funny Christopher," I mumbled out through the arms covering my face. "Oh God what did I do?"

  "Well…you –" I covered his mouth with my hand.

  "Shut up," I growled. "Okay, let's just pretend this didn't happen. Deal?"

  "Pretend, what? Mia why are –"

  "Just shhhh." I put one finger to his lips. "We both had too much to drink. Just get dressed and pretend nothing happened last night." Grabbing the sheet from the bed, I wrapped it around myself heading for the shower. "Oh God, I'm such an idiot." I groaned all the way to the bathroom.

  After collapsing into a ball on the shower floor, I tried to forget last night happened, I got out and dried off. Walking out into my room, I stopped short.

  You're serious?" he said in a frustrated tone. "You want to pretend it never happened?"

  I didn't move for a moment. I nodded and the instant I did his face went from hurt, to sadness, to anger.

  "Christopher, this just complicates everything. We have to work together, I know you, well you have your 'groupies', we travel together, and you're trying to work
on...all your stuff. At the end of all this you go your way and I go mine. I feel like we'd started become friends and then I let this happen." I groaned again. "It's my fault. It's best just to stop it all now." Before I could make my way any closer to him, he stood up and grabbed his shirt. He slipped it over his deliciously broad and tattoo covered shoulders. "Christopher –"

  "Don't worry about it, it's something I can easily forget about," he snapped. Hurt coursed through my chest. "Oh, by the way," my eyes looked from the bed to him standing at the door, "there is no way I can be friends with you." He closed the door behind him.

  Standing there in my robe for a few minutes, long fingers of hurt wrapped around my heart and squeezed. I collapsed to the carpet and cried. What did I let happen? I ruined everything. I let my hormones and inner hooker ruin this friendship.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  A week in Myrtle Beach passed and Christopher stayed away. Once again, he was avoiding me and this time it was my fault. I should have never let anything happen. My inner hooker took over and couldn't even blame the alcohol. I was well aware of what was going on. I just couldn't stop, everything felt so right. He had felt so…shit, I couldn't even describe it. Shaking off those thoughts, we went on stage.

  A month of performances went by. Myrtle Beach, SC; Atlanta, GA; Birmingham, AL; Pensacola, FL; and we were in Orlando, FL this weekend. The only time you found Chris and I together was on stage for our duet. The first night was really uncomfortable and off. Laney noticed it and tried to quiz me, but I rebuffed her. It was hard enough to shake the thought of him. I didn't need her bringing it up too.

  In October, there weren't many tourists, so we talked to Una about Disney. She made some calls and got us passes to all the parks. Ryan was so excited when we got on the Finding Nemo ride, but had an equally good time when we rode the Toy Story attraction – three times. Elliott was acting as much a kid as Ry. We spent four afternoons visiting the parks.

  Laney got her picture with every princess she could get and even talked me into the Princess Boutique. She exited the boutique in full Snow White attire, while I was Jasmine.

  Elliott definitely favored Epcot and the different countries, since he could eat something different in each place. Jackson loved the different drinks available. Kat and I loved the Mickey Mouse hats we sported throughout the park, as well as the many photo ops we had with people who recognized us. To top off the Disney trip for me, I got to meet Maleficent and Ursula. They were my favorites.