Blood Stone

by Tracy Cooper-Posey

  “I’ll move a few things around,” Adrian replied. He handed the phone back. “Answer him.”

  She bit her lip, thinking for a moment. Then she thumbed out the message. @DoveAngel. Seconds at the ready. Swords or revolvers?

  She turned the phone for Adrian to read the screen. He glanced at it, then gave a dry laugh. “It’s perfect,” he said. His smile lingered. “Send it.”

  She sent it and tossed the phone again. “Now, where were we?” she demanded, turning back to face him.

  “You had just asked me to come with you on location.”

  “No, I meant the bit after that,” she said, leaning toward him to link her hands around his neck again.

  He caught her wrists in his hands. “No, Kate,” he said softly. “No hundred dollar bills just yet.”

  She shook her head. “They’re for a special occasion,” she agreed. She could feel her mouth pull down into a grimace all on its own as she thought about her movies in the past. “That’s probably not going to be any time while I’m on location, Adrian. You should know that up front.” She settled herself on the desktop, knowing she should probably get this over and done with. She had just opened up her mouth and invited him on to the set, so he was going to get to see this. He’d better be forewarned.

  Adrian settled back in his chair without comment. He was good at silence, she realized. That was a rare skill. Especially in this industry.

  “While I’m filming, most occasions aren’t going to be special,” she admitted. “I turn into a hybrid Godzilla and Michael Corleone on steroids on location. I have to warn you.”

  “Don’t most directors?”

  “I hear Clint Eastwood’s sets are a laugh a minute, but he’s a freak of nature.” She frowned. “Maybe I should rescind my invitation. I’m probably being selfish even asking you to come with me.”

  For the first time, Adrian showed a reaction. He smiled. It was a full-bodied expression, reaching into his eyes and making them shine with a genuine warmth and depth of feeling that surprised her.

  He rose to his feet in one of his smooth movements that always made her think he was much more powerful than even his extra degree of muscle definition hinted at, and stood close to her as she perched on the edge of the desk. His finger curled under her jaw and stroked and she felt the ridiculous urge to purr in reaction. Not like a cat, but like a woman in heat.

  “You don’t get to take it back now, Kate,” he said. His voice was not just low, this time. There was a note in it that sounded like teasing. Or lust, maybe.

  She swallowed and clamped her hand around the sharp edge of the desk to fight off the wave of sudden, heated arousal washing through her. She desperately wanted him right now. But that wasn’t how their relationship worked. It wasn’t how she wanted it to work. So she tightened her grip and stared up at him.

  “But if I come with you on location, it’s going to cramp your natural style a bit, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “I...How do you mean?” She was drowning in his eyes. Damn it, she was barely making sense. Kate blinked, trying to pull herself together. She frowned, replaying what he had said. “What style?”

  “You like sex,” he said, one finger traveling along her jaw. “A lot.” He pressed the tip of his finger against her lips.

  She let her lips part, hoping he would push his finger inside. But he pulled his hand away, instead, and just looked at her.

  Kate realized he was waiting for an answer. She played back what he had said in her mind. “Sex? Doesn’t everyone like sex?”

  “Not like you do. They don’t indulge themselves like you do.” He leaned forward, his head dipping down, until his lips hovered barely an inch away from hers. “They don’t use sex the way you do.”

  The proximity of his lips to hers was so distracting that for a moment she could focus only on the expectation of his kiss, and what it would feel like. What he would taste like. What he might do to her next. Her mind swiftly painted a dozen different scenarios that would emerge from that single kiss, all of them explosively fast, erotic and mind-blowing.

  She blinked, clearing away the fantasies. Her breath was shallow and quick, but she couldn’t slow it. Not with Adrian standing over her this way.

  “How do you know about my sex life?” she breathed.

  “This is the most gossipy industry in the world, Kate. I listen. And not to the tabloids. I listen to the people who know.” His breath fanned her cheek. “On location, you use sex as stress relief, just like any director does. Where do I fit into your shooting schedule? Would I be stress relief, too?”

  Kate sat back, not sure if she was appalled or amused. “No!” she declared flatly. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

  Adrian stepped back a half-pace. “You’re not going to have much time left over for anything else.”

  She could feel her jaw unhinge. “Are you suggesting I use you for...for...?”

  “Stress relief,” he supplied. “And fun, relaxation, anger management, a sounding board and whatever else you use sex for. Sleeping aid is one of them, too, I suspect. It’s a long list.”

  Kate stared at him, letting her mouth fall open. She was too astonished.

  Adrian laughed softly at her expression. “Kate, I have eyes. I’m not stupid. The first night we met, I watched you seduce that award winner out in the car park. You pulled him into your limousine inside fifteen minutes, and you were back in the party thirty minutes later, with not a hair out of place. That night you went home with Brian...whatever his name is. The one from the cop show on TV that has someone naked every week. Every night we met after that, you had the good manners not to fuck someone on the premises, right there in front of me, but if it was clear I wasn’t going to take you home myself, you made sure you had some A list actor or potential following in your wake when you left. When I was in New York, you didn’t stay lonely, either.”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t think I’d been that obvious about it. Sorry.”

  “You weren’t. I’m not telling you now to make you feel guilty.”

  “I don’t feel guilty.”

  “Good.” He gave her another warm smile. “I imagine, when you first started making movies, it was a power thing, the sex. After decades of male producers and directors getting to screw the pretty actresses who wanted the roles, you finally got to bed all the desperate actors who wanted the part, instead.”

  Kate pursed her lips, trying to hide her smile. Then she blew out her breath. “It was exactly that, at first. A power trip. A rush. I’d been in that place, as an actor. I’d even been made the offer, once.”

  “What, ‘fuck me and the part is yours’?”

  She nodded. “It felt really good to turn the tables. But that changed, a long time ago.”

  Adrian nodded. “And now you just like it for what it is. Hot, good sex.”

  “With hot, great looking men.” She bit her lip. “With no complications.” She looked Adrian in the eye.

  “Ah.” He pushed his hands into his pockets. “That’s the difference.”

  Kate spread her hands on her knees. “I knew it would be different with you. I wanted it to be different with you.” Her heart was thundering. “So I made sure it was different from the get-go.”

  “My male pride wants to be insulted that you didn’t find it impossible to stay out of my bed,” Adrian said, his voice very low. “But I don’t mind being singled out from the herd for special treatment.” His gaze pinned her to the spot. “The wait will be worth it.”

  Her entire body seemed to ripple. The folds of flesh between her thighs swelled, heated and began to throb. Kate cleared her throat. “I don’t know that I can take you on location and wait, though.”

  Adrian’s smile was both knowing and sexy. “If you’re looking for me to give you permission to fuck random actors while I’m living in your trailer, think again, Kate.”

  She shook her head. “That’s not what I’m saying.” She rubbed her hands on her denim-clad thighs. “Christ, it’s e
asier firing actors,” she muttered.

  Adrian laughed. “You’re a writer. Cut to the chase.”

  Kate drew in a breath and assembled her thoughts. How would she deliver this line of dialogue in a script? Nice, clean, efficient and maximum impact?

  She lifted her chin and looked at him. “I do want to use you for stress relief. And sex. And any other aid your devious mind and your sexy body can give me, while filming lasts. After that, I have this pile of one hundred dollar bills I’ve collected...”

  Chapter Seven

  Garrett reread the Tweet again. @DoveAngel. Seconds at the ready. Swords or revolvers?

  So, Roman would be there with her.

  He put his phone back in his jacket pocket. The response had come in quickly, which meant Kate either had privileged access to Roman, or he had been right there with her as she sent the message.

  Either possibility put Roman into the more-than-friends category, as she had agreed too easily and quickly to bring him to what she would consider to be a humiliating meeting.

  “I’ll need an extra day in the city,” he told the four men assembled around the table with him. “Tom, see to the hotel arrangements and let Boston know, will you?”

  MacDonald looked up from his laptop. “And September?”

  “I’ll know by tomorrow. Go ahead and prepare the papers. We’ll see what happens.”

  * * * * *

  Roman’s smile faded as his dark eyes studied her. Kate could hear her own heartbeat in her chest, as total silence gripped the trailer.

  “I mean, if you have no objections to being used as a sex object and etc.,” she tacked on, realizing that she should probably give him the option to protest.

  Adrian walked toward the door, and for one nauseous moment she thought that she really had offended him so much, he was leaving. For the three seconds it took him to reach the door, her mind blanked out and something close to bewildered panic gripped her, as she tried to think of a way to undo whatever damage she had just done.

  Then he gripped the handle, pushed and twisted it to make it lock. He turned back to face her and this time, the hot expression in his eyes was as easy to read as print. Easier.

  Kate’s breath whooshed out of her in a heavy exhalation, and arousal replaced it. Time slowed down as he moved toward her and Kate realized that he intended to start now, right this minute. And she had no objections whatsoever. She was pulsing, vibrating with eagerness.

  As his thighs pushed up against her knees, Kate lifted her chin expectantly. She had waited for this kiss. Savoured it in her mind. She had wondered what it might taste like.

  His lips brushed up against hers. Hovered, as his hands settled around her waist. This close, his eyes seemed blacker than night.

  Her heart was hurting, so hart was it beating.

  She lifted her mouth up, to kiss him, but he drew back. Away from her. Just enough to avoid her lips.

  “You wouldn’t kiss a real sex toy, would you?” he asked.

  She wanted to protest that he wasn’t really a sex toy. But that was the bargain she had just struck, she realized with a small pang of doubt.

  Before her doubt could solidify any further, Adrian lifted her off the desk and flipped her. It was done with what seemed like no effort on his part. One minute she was sitting with her butt on the edge of the desk. Then she was scooped and turned and her hands planted on top of her files and papers.

  Adrian pressed up behind her, stealing her breath away. She could feel his cock, a rigid shaft, pressing against her ass. It stifled anything she might have said.

  His thumbs hooked into the waistband of her jeans, by her hips. Kate pressed back into him, encouraging him. She looked back over her shoulder.

  “Be careful what you invite,” he growled.

  He tore her jeans from her in one long wrench, turning them inside out, and taking her panties with them. He pulled the hems over her shoes. “Keep them on,” he said. “You’ll need the height.”

  The shoes were modest three inch Ferigamo pumps, her most comfortable pair. Blue, the same colour as her tee-shirt.

  Adrian straightened up, drawing his hands up along her legs, over her hips, making her shudder. When he reached the waist of her tee-shirt his fingers snagged the cotton and kept rising, bringing the tee-shirt with them.

  She caught her breath, dazed, as she realized he intended to strip her in two swift movements.

  He picked up the band of her bra and drew the shirt and bra up over her head. They were tossed onto the cabinets, as his hand pressed on her back, pushing her back down to the desk.

  Kate moaned, taking her weight on her hands once more. He had bent her over far enough that she was almost at a perfect ninety degrees.

  His hands cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, and she swallowed. Her pussy was weeping moisture. He would see how eager she was, how badly she needed this.

  She heard the rattle of his belt buckle. The big square belt buckle. And her excitement leapt tenfold. She lifted herself to look over her shoulder. She wanted to see—

  His hand pushed against her back, driving her back against the desktop. “Stay,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

  She felt the touch of his fingers against her cleft. Brief, teasing. Then the blunter probing of the tip of his cock. Another trembling, helpless moan escaped her.

  Then, alarm touched her as she realized one major omission. “Condom, Adrian,” she cried. “Condom, condom!”

  But his cock drove into her, sans protection, heavenly au natural, spreading her flesh with its width. He slammed into her, deep and hard, until he came to rest, his thighs pressed against hers, his pelvis against her ass. Denim sandwiched between them.

  He was still fully dressed. She was utterly naked and spread for him to fuck.

  It added to the wickedness, somehow.

  “Oh christ,” she whispered. Adrian wasn’t just going to get under her skin. He was more trouble than she’d ever been in.

  His hands were on her hips, his fingers digging in for purchase. He eased himself out of her and she felt her pussy grip around him. And she felt every inch of him slide from her. The hard length of him departed.

  She was slick with juice and it made a wet sound as he withdrew.

  “You haven’t been fucked properly in a good long while, have you?” he asked.

  Greg Evershot had swung by last night. Ostensibly to drop off the numbered copy of the Murad screenplay, but they had ended up in her bed, with Greg’s head between her thighs, and later, his cock... That was the last thing she was going to tell Adrian right at this moment, though.

  Adrian slid a finger inside her, alongside the tip of his cock, and stroked the walls of her pussy. They rippled at his touch, making her groan. “I’m not talking about your toy boys, Kate. I mean, when were you really fucked?”

  Her hips shifted by themselves, as she tried to ease Adrian back inside her. She wanted him deeper inside. He stilled her movements easily with one hand, while his fingers kept stroking, stroking.

  Kate shuddered.

  “Answer me,” he demanded.

  “I suppose you think you’re the one to do that.”

  “You know the answer to that.” And he moved inside her. It wasn’t exactly a thrust. He did shift deeper inside her, but it felt like his cock was massaging its way along the walls of her pussy.

  Stroking her.

  Kate let her eyes drift closed as her concentration narrowed down to the deep, sensual waves washing through her. She had wanted to guide Adrian at first, to let him know that for her, a more direct stimulation was the only thing that worked. She needed a mouth or hands on her clit to come. Years of sex with indifferent and spectacular partners alike had taught her that vaginal orgasms just weren’t part of her chemistry.

  But there was time for that discussion, and for now, the delicious sensations he was producing in her were more than enough. They were heady. Breath-robbing. She was panting as they surged through her in undulating waves, as A
drian gripped her hips with both hands once more and began to slide his cock in and out of her in that same ripple-causing way.

  She realized she was going to climax as Adrian’s thrusting shifted to a deeper, harder stroke that seemed to reach for her core. His shaft slid smoothly in and out of her, making her clench around him and causing the deep waves to turn into spasms, and suddenly, she was there, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. She balled her hands into fists, her breath deserting her as the climax gathered power.

  Cresting.

  “Go on, Kate. Come around me. I want to feel it.” His voice was thickened with his own arousal.

  The command was all she needed.

  Kate gasped and moaned as the climax poured through her like silvered rivers of molten pleasure. It was every bit as good as what she had always thought of as a ‘normal’ climax. Better, even, for there was a cock inside her, and orgasms were always better when there she had a cock in her as well.

  Or perhaps it was just Adrian himself who made the difference.

  She shuddered and trembled as the last of the climax drained from her, and felt Adrian pull out of her.

  “Pick up your phone,” he said.

  “What?” She didn’t understand why he needed her to do that.

  “Pick it up,” he repeated.

  She made her gaze focus properly on the mess of crumpled papers on her desk and picked up her cellphone where it lay more or less halfway between her splayed hands.

  “Good. Now I can do this.” He picked her up by the waist again, and turned her over with another neat flip. She landed on her back on her desk, her head where the phone had been lying. Her ass rested at the edge of the desk.

  Adrian lifted her leg up and rested them on his shoulders, his hands curling over her thighs. Between her partly open thighs, she could see his cock jutting from his jeans. It was as thick and long as she had suspected it to be from the feel of him sliding into her. It gleamed wetly with her juices, and was a dark red, deepening to purple where the blood congested around the tip and edges of the head. The veins pumped with blood as she watched.