by Anthology
“Stop, this all has to do with you and your Declan.” Andrea pushed away from the door and approached her, swaying a little on her feet. “You need to send him a tit shot.”
Reagan’s eyebrows shot up. “A tit shot? Andrea, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that word.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not one of my favorites, but considering Luke specifically requests tit shots on occasion, I oblige.” Andrea’s cheeks turned pink and she slapped her hands on them. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“No worries.” Reagan shook her head, but stopped when it made her dizzy. “Declan and I had sex in front of a mirror a few weeks ago. Totally hot. I get it.” Why didn’t she mention she’d sent Declan a few tit shots before? Andrea wouldn’t judge, especially since she’d done the same exact thing.
Oh, well. Some things were better left unsaid.
Andrea started to laugh. “Okay, give me your phone. I’ll take the tit shot.”
Reagan handed over her phone without protest, then reached for the buttons on her shirt, undoing each one as fast as she could until the shirt hung open. “Look at my bra. It’s white and coral lace.”
“Pretty.” Andrea nodded, then messed with Reagan’s phone until she had the camera open. “Where did you get it?”
“Victoria’s Secret, of course.” She had a credit card there, which was dangerous. Since Declan came into her life, she’d started using it a lot more. He appreciated her lingerie, though most of the time it didn’t stay on her body for too terribly long. “How do you want me to pose? Like this?” She contorted her body into a mock sensual pose, but that only sent Andrea into more laughter.
Reagan waited her out, her hands resting on her hips, her patience thin. It sucked when her boyfriend ignored her, even though he probably wasn’t purposely ignoring her, not like that. He was busy. Mentioned he was going out with a few friends tonight, and what if he met some hot chick and was trying to get all up in her business right now at this very second? She would die. She would want to kill him. Just tear his balls off and…
“Okay. No posing. Just look natural,” Andrea commanded once she got a hold of herself. “Drop your hands from your hips. Hmm, and take off the shirt, or at least let it fall to your elbows. I want to see more skin.” She stepped closer, her fingers tapping the screen, and Reagan knew she was zooming in.
Directly on Reagan’s cleavage.
“Ooh, there’s the money shot,” Andrea murmured, her eyebrows knit together and her lips pursed in concentration. She hit the big white button multiple times, taking all sorts of shots until finally Reagan told her that had to be plenty.
She swiped the phone out of Andrea’s hand and scrolled through the photos, studying them with a critical eye. “I wish I had better cleavage.”
“At least you have some,” Andrea muttered. “I’m flat as a pancake.”
“Luke doesn’t protest, though, does he?” Reagan cocked her head to the side as she contemplated a photo, liking the way her skin looked in that one. The bra was showcased prettily and she saw a lock of wavy hair falling over the front of her, obscuring the coral-colored bra strap on her right side. “I like this one,” she declared, holding it out for Andrea to see.
Her friend gave her a firm nod. “I think that’s a fine choice. Now send it to him.”
Reagan frowned. “Think I should say anything? Or just…send him the photo?”
“Tell him, hmmm.” Andrea tapped her lips with her index finger. “Tell him, ‘I miss you, stud.’”
Reagan laughed. “I have never called him stud in my life.”
Andrea grinned. “Maybe say, ‘I wish your lips were right here, right now.’”
Hmm. Reagan’s laughter died. That wasn’t a bad idea, more so because it was the truth. She did wish Declan’s lips were on her right now. She missed him. And they’d only been apart for a few hours. How was she going to handle it when he was gone for four weeks and maybe longer?
“Or just tell him you miss him. That along with the picture ought to get your point across,” Andrea said.
“Okay.” Reagan started typing, sending him a simple text along with the photo.
She wondered exactly how long he’d make her wait.
Chapter Seven
Declan leaned back against the wall, absently listening to his friends argue while he considered how much longer he needed to stay here before he could bail. He didn’t want to look like the loser eager to get back to his girlfriend, but…he was.
He wanted to see Reagan desperately.
His last night in Los Angeles and he was out with friends. Reagan had encouraged him to go since she had her own plans, plans she’d made over a month ago when her friends’ schedules and hers all aligned, though she swore she’d come home early if he wanted her to.
He’d told her no, kissed her senseless, proceeded to fuck her senseless, then sent her on her merry way to go hang out with her two best friends.
Now he was stuck with a few of his friends at some lame bar watching a hugely promoted boxing match that was proving to be damn boring. He wasn’t drinking like the rest of them and he was tired. Thank God he’d already packed and he was ready for his early morning flight.
But he wanted to go home. He wanted Reagan.
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he saw the tiny photo flashing on his screen. He hit his password and opened the phone, tapping the photo to enlarge it.
Well, shit. He glanced around, making sure no one was paying him any attention.
Yep, those were his girl’s breasts, covered in a sexy-as-hell white and pink lace bra along with an accompanying message.
I miss you.
Smiling, he started typing. Nice photo.
You like? It’s called a tit shot.
He chuckled and shook his head.
I know what it’s called. And you’ve got perfect tits. Send me another one.
He waited impatiently, glancing at his phone the second it vibrated in his hand. Another photo appeared, fairly similar to the first.
Looks the same.
I took a bunch all at the same time.
All with the bra on? What about with the bra off?
No response. As in, five long, agonizing minutes went by, and still nothing. Impatient, he texted her again.
Where’d you go, baby? Did I scare you off with my request?
Nooo. I had to take the photo first. But you MUST delete it! Like, immediately!
He wondered vaguely if she was drunk. Let me see your tits.
I don’t know…
Come on.
Is there anyone sitting by you who might see?
I’ll go outside and look at it. No one’s out there.
Go outside? Where are you? What are you doing? You aren’t with girls, are you?
Declan laughed. His girl was definitely drunk. She only got paranoid when she started drinking. And she rarely drank around him out of respect for his sobriety.
You’re the one with the girls, baby. Now show me your tits.
So crude.
You love it.
True.
She disappeared again. The minutes ticked by and he wondered what the hell she was doing. And where she could possibly be taking this photo. He told his friends he’d be right back and made his way outside to lean against the front of the building, staring at the phone as if by glaring hard enough, he could make her magically answer him.
His stare tactic seemed to work, though, because his phone indicated he had a text within seconds of coming outside.
Here you go. Remember to delete it! Please!
The photo appeared and he sucked in a breath. Close up on her breasts, her bra gone, hard pink nipples on blatant display. Christ, he wanted her. Right now. Fuck this hanging out with friends on a Saturday night bullshit. He needed to get out of here and head back home.
Delete! Delete!
No fucking way would he delete it, not just yet.
Instead, he hit dial and waited for her to pick up, not surprised when she answered breathlessly just before the third ring.
“Where the hell are you?” he growled into the phone. It was noisy in the background—he heard a lot of laughter, the clinking of glasses and mariachi music.
“Mexican restaurant. Velasco’s. They have the best margaritas I’ve ever tasted,” she said, her voice slurring the faintest bit. “Did you delete the photo?”
“No. I can’t. Not yet. I like it too much.” He lowered his voice, growling again. “Baby, where did you take that?”
“In the bathroom. I locked myself inside and snapped away. Why? Did you think I was sitting in the middle of the restaurant taking tit shots?” One of her friends yelled her name and more laughter followed.
“Did you drive there?” he asked, concern lacing through him. No way did he want her getting behind the wheel.
“No, Andrea picked me up. But she can’t drive home. She’s had way too much tequila, so she’s leaving her car and so is Natalie. We’re going to call a cab. So I guess Nat talked to Noah for over thirty minutes and I think they had phone sex in her car. Gross.” She paused, a giggle escaping her. “You wanna have phone sex in your car, Declan?”
His dick twitched in his jeans at the way she said sex. God, he was easy when it came to her. “No.”
“Why not?” She sounded sad.
“Why do we need to do that when we can have the real thing?”
“Oh.” Her voice dropped an octave and he pressed the phone closer to his ear. “You liked my tit shot, didn’t you?”
“I fucking loved it. And now I’d like to see them up close and in person. Give me the address of the restaurant you’re at,” he demanded, feeling antsy. He’d text his friends he had to leave—they wouldn’t care—and then he would leave. Hell, he’d already pushed away from the building and was headed toward the parking lot. He was the fuck out of there.
On his way to pick up his girl and have her one last time before he left for Canada.
“He’s coming to get me, so you can go ahead and go. He should be here any minute,” Reagan insisted as they all stood outside in front of the restaurant. Declan had texted her less than five minutes ago, letting her know he was five minutes away. Anticipation sizzled in her veins, and she wanted to hop up and down out on the sidewalk like a little kid, but she restrained herself.
Just barely.
“I’m not leaving you here alone,” Natalie said firmly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Hard to take her seriously when Reagan knew she’d just spent thirty minutes breathing heavy over her cell phone while Noah talked dirty to her, but whatever. Reagan understood.
She had high hopes her man was going to talk dirty to her tonight too.
“Yeah, we can’t leave you alone,” Andrea chimed in, punctuating her declaration with a hiccup. She was the drunkest of them all. Reagan had a good buzz on. Natalie acted stone-cold sober.
Guess dirty talking had a way of curing the drunks.
She smiled at her friends, knowing she’d do the same exact thing if they were still waiting for their man to pick them up. No way would she leave them alone, not even for a second.
A car approached; she heard the purr of the engine as it pulled up alongside the curb. Before she even turned around to see who it was, she knew. She could feel his presence by the electricity that suddenly filled the air. Knew by the way the group of women standing a few feet away from them starting whispering among themselves, their voices rising with excitement.
There was a star among them. And it just so happened to be her boyfriend.
Slowly she turned, a smile curling her lips as she watched Declan lean over the console and peer at her from the open passenger side window. “Need a ride?” he drawled.
Her smile grew. “Are you offering?”
He gestured toward the door. “Get in.”
She really liked it when he bossed her around. Made her all tingly inside. “I don’t take rides from strangers.” She bit her lower lip, saw the way his expression heated. Oh yeah, he liked that. Seemed he really liked her tit shot too, what with the way he raced over to get her.
“I’m a good guy,” he promised, that wicked grin on his handsome face saying he was one hundred percent not a good guy. At least, his intentions weren’t good. “I only hand out candy to the prettiest girls I see on the street.”
She burst out laughing, glancing over her shoulder to wave goodbye to her friends, who were both watching her with keen interest. She turned back to look at Declan, surprised when he hopped out of the car and rounded the front, then opened the passenger side door for her like a true gentleman.
And then promptly patted her ass as she climbed into the car.
“Bye ladies,” he said to Natalie and Andrea, who waved and blew kisses at him just as a taxi pulled up to the curb behind his car. They rushed over to the cab and climbed into the back seat. The other group of women watched him quietly, their jaws hanging open and eyes wide, like they’d never seen a real live movie star before.
Which they probably hadn’t. It still blew Reagan’s mind that Declan freaking Carter was hers. That they were in love and she had just sent him a tit shot that pushed him into overdrive, forcing him to come get her…just wow. Wasn’t that crazy?
She settled into her seat after Declan closed the door for her, breathing deep the scent of his cologne that lingered in the air. Closing her eyes, she rested her hand on her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. There was no need for her to get extra excited. It was just another night with Declan, and though she knew she was guaranteed at least one, more like two orgasms before the night was over, she needed to remain calm. In control.
Not act irrationally silly and drunk like she was afraid she might. This night should be special. Her boyfriend was leaving for weeks on end. She needed to give him a night he’d never forget. So he wouldn’t encourage some sultry Canadian temptress while he was gone.
She opened her eyes, a ragged sigh escaping her. There better not be a sultry Canadian temptress out there ready to sink her claws into her man.
“Sorry.” Declan opened the car door and slid inside behind the steering wheel, starting the car with a roar once he slammed the door. “Took a few photos with fans out there.”
“You’re too nice.” She reached out and patted his thigh, his big hand coming to fall on top of hers, keeping it in place. “Take any tit shots with them?”
She lifted her head to meet his gaze, surprised at the disbelief she saw in his eyes. “Are you serious?” he asked, letting go of her hand. “The only tit shots I like come from someone in particular.”
He grabbed his phone and hit a few buttons, then turned it so the screen faced her. There were her boobs in full color, filling the screen.
“You said you’d delete that,” she croaked, reaching for the phone.
Before she could grab it, the phone was gone, stuffed into the front pocket of his jeans. He threw the car into drive and pulled away from the curb, his tires squealing on the asphalt as he sped down the street.
“What’s your hurry?” she asked breathlessly, more than a little excited at the urgency she felt vibrating off of Declan. He seemed—anxious. Keyed up.
She could relate.
“I want to get you home so I can get you naked.” He slid her a look, one that said he had many great and dirty plans for her tonight, and excitement fizzed in her stomach.
“Don’t we always end up doing that?”
His mouth thinned, but he never took his eyes off the road. “Is there a problem with getting naked as much as possible?”
“Well, no. But maybe we could do something…different.”
“Like what?” He pulled onto the freeway, his hands flexing on the steering wheel, and she had the sudden need to have those hands on her.
“I don’t know.” She reached for the front of her shirt, toying with the row of buttons there. “You said you wanted to see them
up close and in person.”
Her heart in her throat, she slowly started to unbutton her shirt, her fingers trembling with excitement. Declan tried his best to keep his gaze forward but he kept glancing in her direction, his expression tortured. She pushed the front of her shirt apart when the last button was undone, showing off her bra. “Do you like?”
“I love,” he said, his voice raspy. “You’re a distraction.”
“I could distract you some more.” Thankfully he’d just pulled off the freeway for the turnoff that led to his house. They were close, ten minutes or less, as long as the lights were in their favor.
“Don’t know if I need more of a distraction,” he said as he pulled up to the stoplight, turning to look at her fully. “Push down the bra.”
“Wait—what?” She blinked at him, wondering when he had become the one in control of the situation.
“Show me your tits, baby.” He smiled and reached out, drawing his index finger across the top of one plumped-up breast, then the other. “I want to see them.”
She tugged the fabric down, her fingers still shaking, her heart racing hard and fast against her chest. She pulled at the thin lace and satin, tugging the wire cups down until her breasts sprang free, her hard nipples seeming to point straight at him.
“Aw, baby. So pretty.” He leaned in quick and licked her nipple, making her gasp. Then he was gone, calm and cool behind the steering wheel as he turned right and headed toward home.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said breathlessly, her gaze dropping to her chest. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and the one gleamed with dampness left by Declan’s mouth. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache building there, but it was no use.
She was such a goner. God, she wanted him so much. And they still had at least five minutes before they arrived at his place.
She wasn’t sure if she could even wait that long.
Chapter Eight
“I don’t want you to go,” Reagan whispered, her fingers drawing little circles all over his chest, making him shiver. He loved it when she touched him like that. It made him crazy. Everything she did to him made him crazy.
