by Frankie Love
I sigh, looking up at her. “It doesn’t feel very fun right now.”
“What would make it better?”
I give her a look that says, Duh.
She smiles. “Okay, so do you have his real name, his number? His hotel room?”
“Nothing. He even came to my room last night.”
“Okay,” she says, tapping her finger to her lips. “Then, we need to start walking.”
“Where?” I ask.
“Everywhere in this convention center. How else are we gonna find the man you turned down the hottest celebrity in the world for? God, when he hears that he is gonna be all over you.”
“You think?” I bite my lip anxiously, nervous energy fluttering in my belly. I think it’s called hope. Right now, I am brimming with it.
“I do. I know these things. I’m the Mother of Dragons, after all.”
Eight hours later we called it quits. Mindy, Trey, and I looked everywhere. Begged the employees at the front desk. Stopped unsuspecting Neros in their tracks, turning them around so we could get a better look.
And now, after I wave goodbye to my new friends, thanking them for the hundredth time for helping me in my mission, I realize is the exact time I would have met Braden in the lobby for dinner.
That is when I see him, standing right next to the elevators.
Looking directly at me.
After we had spent all day long looking for him, here he is.
“Nero?” I ask, so happy to see him--right here of all places. “This is so weird.”
“What is?” he asks, his eyes still covered by the same mask. God, how I want to see him. All of him. See him entirely.
I look down at myself. This morning, I looked so put together, but now my hair has gone limp, there is mustard on my top from when my cheeseburger got messy during our lunch break. And my choice for natural makeup now looks faded.
He is seeing me for the first time without my skin-tight pants and crop top. No push-up bra and thigh high boots. Right now, I am just me.
“I’ve been looking for you all day long. Everywhere.” I tell him about my friends Mindy and Trey. How we went on a witch hunt looking for him. I tell him how the actual real-life Braden Bentley was here at the convention today, how he asked me out. How I inexplicably turned him down.
“Really? I just don’t get it. I don’t understand how after I left last night you still... you would still want to give me another chance?”
“Trey asked me the same thing today, so I have had time to really think this through. And the thing is, I know you might not want me. Maybe I did something or said something—"
He cuts me off. “That wasn’t it.”
“Even if it was, I felt something with you that I’ve never felt before. And I want to ask if you’d consider giving me another shot.”
He runs one hand over his jaw. His other hand rests on the sword at his side. “I don’t deserve you, not after what I did last night.”
“Why did you do it then? Why did you leave?”
“Because I got scared.” He lowers his eyes. “Look, my childhood was fucked up and it’s so hard for me to open up to anyone, but you made space for me in your heart so easily, and it terrifies me. Because what if you are like everyone else?”
“Everyone who?” I ask, perplexed.
“Everyone who sees my face and makes a decision about me without ever seeing who I really am.”
“Then who are you?” I ask, feeling lost. “Please, just--”
He pulls off his mask. And I can’t complete my sentence.
I can’t do much at all. Because my knees buckle, and I fall, and Braden Bentley catches me in his arms.
Chapter Eight
Braden
I catch her before she falls, and I hate the idea of having scared her, but when I look into her eyes there is no fear. Only absolute surprise.
“You... you’re... oh, my god,” she murmurs as I pick her up. “I think I’m dreaming.”
I press the up button open the elevator and a door slides open.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her eyelashes fluttering.
“To the penthouse suite.”
A smile spreads across her face. “Really?”
“Yes. We have some business to attend to,” I tell her.
The elevator moves quickly, and I am desperate to get inside my hotel room. With her.
“What kind of business?”
“I never showed you my sword, did I?”
“Braden...” she whispers. “Is this real life?”
“We’re not in space if that’s what you’re asking.” I use my keycard and open the door, carrying her into my room.
“This is better than space. This is heaven.”
I set her down on my bed. “I like your cheesy lines.”
“Not cheesy. Honest.” She sits up, looking so damn cute. “I mean... I can’t even be mad at you. Because... well, you are the person I wanted all wrapped up in a sexy as hell package.”
“You wanted me, the man with a mask?”
“Yes.” She swallows. “You wanted to make sure I liked you for you, didn’t you?”
“Last night...” I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. “I wanted to fuck you so damn badly. Wanted to touch every inch of your skin, devour you, but I couldn’t shake my past.”
“And now?” she asks with so much hope in her eyes I know she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.
“Now I know my past doesn’t get to dictate my future. I do.”
“And what do you want your future to look like?” she asks.
“I’m hoping the next twenty-four hours are spent in this bed.”
She covers her face with her hands. “This is banana town, you realize that, don’t you?”
I smirk, kneeling down on the floor, between her legs. I take her hands in mine, looking into her eyes. “Yeah, the fact I found you here is pretty fucking nuts.”
“No, that I’m here with you. You. You’re the sexiest man alive according to like every news source imaginable. You’re Braden Bentley for goodness sake. And I’m just a girl who likes to play dress up...”
“No. You are a girl who saw me for who I really am. I felt it, the connection the first time we met. And now I want to thank you.”
Her eyebrows lift. “Oh?”
“Yes.” I use the crook of my finger to lift her delicate chin, drawing it to me. Her lips part, so damn delicious. “Once we start--”
“There will be no going back,” she finishes.
I kiss her then, not as a guy behind a mask, but as a man who has nothing to hide.
Her lips are as sweet as I remember, and there is a rawness to the way she kisses me, she isn’t faking this--isn’t hoping to get something from me. But she will. She will get everything. Damn, she’s already stolen my heart.
“Oh, Braden,” she murmurs as I thread my fingers through her hair, pulling her closer to me. Her round tits against my chest, my hand on the base of her spine. I need her so fucking badly.
“I’m never letting you go,” I tell her. “Can you handle that? I don’t do things halfway, I go all the way.”
“You hardly know me,” she whispers as I move my hands under her blouse, feeling her soft skin under my palms.
“I know enough. And I feel even more.”
“Me too,” she says between kisses. “But I know a lot more about you than you know about me. Remember, I told you last night how I was obsessed with you? I just... you know, didn’t realize that was actually you I was talking to.”
“I thought it was pretty fucking hot, how much you wanted me. Wanted me to fuck you.”
“I do. I want that so badly,” she says, pushing off her top. I run my hands over her breasts; they are so big and perfect. Her bra is sheer, and I see her hard, little nipples poking through. I unclasp her bra, needing to massage those tits in my hand.
“Oh,” she moans, closing her eyes.
I pause. “No,” I tell her. “
Look me in the eyes. I need to see you, Aubrey.”
She opens them, our eyes locking. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she asks. “Make me yours.”
I growl, a hungry need rising up in me. And I don’t need a character's line to tell me what to do, what to say. With her, I know exactly what I’m doing. Where I’m meant to be.
I guide her down on the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them off. Her pussy is covered by a pair of tiny panties, and I rip them off of her, causing her to gasp in excitement.
“I need to see all of you.” I take off my shirt, my pants, set down my sword. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
“Show me,” she says, spreading her legs, her naked body resting in my bed like a picture of perfection. She runs her hand up and down her bare body, her hand resting against her pussy, and I groan in desire as she begins to run her finger up and down her slit.
“You’re so fucking hot, Aubrey,” I tell her, pulling down my boxers. My shaft is hard and thick for her, and I stroke myself up and down, as she watches.
“Oh,” she moans. “I just... I can’t believe this is happening.”
I move to the bed, my body over hers. “Feel how hard I am for you,” I tell her. I take her hand, showing her how to wrap her fingers around me, and she licks her lips as she holds the weight of me.
“You’re even hotter than in the movies.”
I shake my head. “Shush, focus. Do you like that? Touching me?”
She nods. “You’re so soft, yet so hard. And I just want... I want...”
“What, what do you want?”
I want to feel you inside me. I want to be like your doll, a toy you can play with, do what you like with.”
I shake my head, even though I’m turned on by her desire. “Dolls sit in the corner and get forgotten. You, Aubrey, won’t be set aside. You are not my sex toy--you are going to be my lover.”
“What?” Her hand stills around my cock.
“You heard me. I don’t play games, I don’t mess around. When I know what I want, I go for it. And I want you.”
“You haven’t even slept with me yet. What if I’m not what you hope...”
I cup her cheek with my hand, my fingers pressing between her tight little cunt, needing to feel her as I tell her the fucking truth. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I need you, heart and soul. And when I take your virginity, I need you to know that I’ll never share this pussy with anyone else.”
Her eyes are filled with longing, but I can tell she is scared also. Like I might break her fucking heart.
“It’s too much,” she says.
“No. It’s everything.”
Then I kiss her again, with a need that is unmatched, an urgency only she can understand. I played Nero in the movies for a reason: I’m a tortured soul, a man with a broken past--yet one day with her in my life and I feel absolutely whole.
She gasps as I kiss her hard, and the need between us blossoms into something beautiful.
“Then have your way with me,” she tells me. “Now and forever.”
Chapter Nine
Aubrey
When he begins to slide his cock inside of me, I momentarily forget to breathe. This is happening. I am losing my virginity to Braden Bentley, movie star, celebrity crush, the guy I’ve stalked online for longer than I want to admit.
But as he fills me, inch by inch, I know I’m not losing my virginity. Not even close. I am giving myself to a man who chooses me. Sees me. Wants me in the way that I want him. Entirely.
He is obsessed with me as much as I’m obsessed with him.
I smile, tears in my eyes and when I look up at him, his long hair falling across his chiseled jaw, I see that he is as overwhelmed with emotion as I am.
This is no quick fuck.
And it’s certainly not a fling.
It’s forever.
“God,” he groans. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you, Aubrey.”
I wrap my arms around him. “Hold me, Braden. Don’t let me go.” I cling to him as he fills me up, and yes, it hurts, but it also feels so right. So, absolutely meant to be.
“Ohh,” I cry in both pleasure and pain. “Take me,” I beg, and he does.
He’s inside me and it’s so full that it breaks apart any notion I had about making love. My pussy is filled so entirely and it’s like his sword is burning me up inside. I hold on for dear life, trying to not focus on the fact that it hurts.
And then, suddenly, we’ve pushed past the pain and entered another place entirely.
Intoxication. Delirium. Devotion.
“Oh, baby,” he moans, running his hands over my skin, thrusting inside me and I pant, moving in time with his thrusts, our bodies finding a reckless rhythm that was written in the stars. In space.
“I want you so badly,” I pant, the words escaping my lips before I can even think to censor them.
Braden looks down at me, his rock-hard abs making me dizzy; his eyes so capable of looking into my actual soul.
“I want you more, Aubrey.” He slows, his hand under my shoulder, holding me. “And I don’t even know your last name.”
“It’s Lakes.”
Braden looks down at me with hunger. “Not for long.”
I laugh, this entire weekend exceeding my wildest imagination. Which is impressive considering how wild my imagination can be at times.
“Why is that?” I ask him.
“Because I plan on making this official. Soon.”
His cock is buried so deep inside of me and his words are such a thrill, that I wrap my legs around him, my body completely his. We move together, and I orgasm as he moves so deeply inside me, my core on fire and my skin so hot. I see forever with Braden and he sees the same with me.
I scream his name, begging for more and he gives it to me. “God, I want to fuck you all night.”
“Prove it,” I tease.
And he does. Before he comes deep inside me, I tell him I’m not on the pill.
“Good. Because I want a baby with you. I want to knock you up and force you to be in my life forever.”
“No forcing here. It’s what I want. Get me pregnant, Braden. Put a baby inside me. My pussy wants it so bad,” I pant. I thought about giving him a baby before, but it was all in ridiculous, invented scenarios. Not ever in, like, an actual one. I wanted to have his babies forever and ever, amen... but that was in my fantasy, when I touched myself all alone in my bed, thinking about Nero running his hands over my body and begging me to fuck him with my sweet cunt.
This though? This is actually happening. I roll over, riding him. “Give me a baby,” I moan. “Put a baby inside of me,” I beg. I press his big hands to my belly, as he comes so deep inside me we both let out a desperate cry. He holds my hips, thrusting so deep that I swear I am going to fall apart in his arms.
And maybe that is the point, coming undone with someone, and then coming back together, over and over again.
“God, you feel so good,” he says as I press my cheek against his muscular chest. His hands run over my back, holding me against him. “How did I get this lucky?” he asks as if reading my mind. “I’m so fucking into you.” His cock is still deep inside me and I want it to stay this way forever.
“So, I take it you like my sword?”
I laugh, looking up at him. “No, I fucking love it.”
“Good, because it’s yours.”
“Guess I can throw away those vibrators.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “You like getting off with a battery-operated boyfriend.”
My shoulders shake with laughter. “Um, I’m a twenty-four-year-old virgin. Take a wild guess.”
“And what did you think about as you worked your clit?”
I feel him harden inside of me. I didn’t even know that was possible. I draw myself up, rolling my hips, looking into his eyes. “Every time I got off, I was thinking about you.”
“God, you were obsessed weren’t you?” he teases, his fingers roll
ing over my breasts.
“Hardcore obsessed. But I’m not anymore.”
“No?”
I shake my head. “No. Now I’m in love.”
Epilogue
Braden
One Year Later
The line is wrapped around the block. Marrying Aubrey after meeting her last year at Fandom-Con, made her Internet famous. So many people could relate to her celebrity crush and loved our happy ending--and so our love story has given tons of convention-goers hope that they can find their own happily ever after too.
“I can’t believe anyone actually wants to meet me,” she says as she finishes nursing our baby. We are in the back room, waiting to sign autographs.
“Really? Well, I totally get it. Remember how excited I was to meet you?”
She smiles. “That was because I was in a skin-tight Starla costume.”
“No,” I counter. “It was because I fell in love with you at first sight.”
She hands me our two-month-old daughter Luna, then helps me tuck her into the sling I’m wearing. “I’d say the same for you, but you know, I didn’t actually see you until the second day.”
I kiss her, our sleeping baby between us. “God,” I whisper in her ear. “I wish we could skip all this and go straight to our hotel room.”
Aubrey smiles, kissing me on the nose. “Yeah, and with our luck, Luna would wake up about five seconds later.”
She has no idea how hot she looks in the outfit she chose for today. Her breasts may have looked amazing while pregnant, but her tits are out of this world now that she is nursing.
Just then our daughter squirms against my chest, fussing. I pat her back, soothing her instantly.
“You know,” Aubrey says. “I was pretty obsessed with you before, but now that you’re a baby-wearing daddy, it’s gone to a whole new level of infatuation.”
“Hey,” I say, a fake scowl on my face. “I thought we were over all that. It’s love, remember?” I ask, wrapping my arm around her waist as we head out to the convention center where hundreds of our fans are waiting for us.
