Inns walked over to the chair by the desk and sat down heavily.
“So, from now on, all my projects are going to be related to that,” she said pointedly, taking a dig at him for finishing their project without her.
“Well, good luck, then.”
Chapter 25
Esme’s long, tanned legs crossed as she sat on Inns’ bed. She looked out of place in his room, on his bed. But then, they’d slept together. The idea of it was still uncomfortable in his thoughts, although he seemed to relive that memory whenever he closed his eyes. It had been the most uninhibited and degenerate thing he’d ever done, but there was a part of him that couldn’t regret it.
Did it not bother her at all? Did she do things that like that on a regular basis? Was she a complete tart who had ensnared him, used him for her own pleasure? Pulses of heat flared down his body and he resented it, resented her, while at the same time being utterly fascinated by her.
Why was she here? Did she want him?
It would be a lie to say that a girl wanting him was entirely unwelcome, even if they were from completely different circles.
“I suppose it will help you to have a business to think about with your studies,” he said, not able to think of anything else to say.
Was she going to walk out now, take those lovely legs and leave? Heady, intimate images invaded his mind—those legs wrapped around him.
“I think it’s going to help a lot. I can basically plan my entire business. It makes me more excited about it all, you know? You should come down, say hello to everyone.”
“Not my scene.”
“What is your scene?”
That question was complicated to answer, so he didn’t.
“I guess I’ll see you in class.”
She rose and Inns felt a rush of panic. This girl, who for some reason, had fucked him, was about to walk out of his room.
Rising, he moved swiftly, seeking her lips. He felt her surprise, but she didn’t pull away in disgust from this unexpected kiss. The soft mounds of her breasts pressed to his chest. This girl might be utterly mental, but for some reason, she was willing to sleep with him, and that shouldn’t perhaps be passed up.
The taste of her suffused his mind. Everything about her was soft and clean. She smelled like fruit and flowers. Soft lips yielded to him and he wound his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. Still, she hadn’t pushed him away. It would be cruel of her to do so now.
Breaking the kiss, he shifted his lips to the column of her neck, the dewy skin tasting divine. Her heavy breaths resonated in his ear. “Inns,” she said.
He wasn’t going to give her a chance to protest and sought her lips again, and she let him. Heat rose up his body, radiating through every part of him and he was hard. She had to feel it.
Seeking deeper into her mouth, he kissed her again. It was one of the most luscious feelings he could think of, like strawberries and cream with a heavy dose of eroticism.
His hand snuck under her skirt, feeling along her lovely toned thigh. This wasn’t going to take him by surprise this time and he was going to take what he wanted. His fingers traced along the edge of her underwear. As far as he could tell, she was hairless, which sent a new flare of heat up his body.
Advancing, he pushed her back into the bed and she fell, looking utterly stunning lying before him. There was also an accepting look in her eyes, which he couldn’t quite fathom, but was grateful for. He placed a knee down and reached himself across her, pressing her soft body down with his. Her arms welcomed him and he ran his hand down the length of her, wishing the dress wasn’t in the way. He’d never actually lain fully naked with a girl. It had always been a hurried affair. It might have to be this time, too.
He sank down as her legs parted for him, bringing him closer to where he wanted to be. Warm lips sought his as he fought for breath, urging him to choose between breathing and kissing her. He chose to kiss.
Was she giving this up too easy? What was the catch? Was he being duped into something? He couldn’t bring himself to fully care, willing to pay whatever price there was for this.
Shifting back, he pulled away from her, her legs on each side of his thighs. This sight of her was even more beautiful than the last. Her breasts strained against the material of her dress with each breath.
Tracing his fingers up her thighs, he gripped the edge of her underwear and slowly pulled them down. She didn’t object, waited patiently. For some reason, Esme was attracted to him, turned on by him and perfectly willing to let him fuck her. It seemed too good to be true, but right now, he couldn’t guard himself against her.
Her underwear was satin and slipped easily down over her knees. She even helped him. Then she was free, the skirt lightly skimming the very top of her thighs, shadowing the heaven underneath.
Where he was, he undid his belt and unbuttoned, which was actually difficult being as hard as he was.
Freeing himself, he positioned his body to press into her, the warmth and softness making his very consciousness waver. It was indescribably lovely. Her wetness made him sink all the way in. He couldn’t breathe, was caught by the sensation of being tightly immersed inside her. Perched on his elbows, he lay on her, their lips seeking each other. Every part of him wanted to be consumed by this.
Pulling back, he plunged into her again, the pleasure of it washing over him all over again. He ground his hips to hers and she groaned her delight. Just hearing her pleasure undid him further. He wanted to hear it again, hear her love what he did to her. Focusing on her, he thrust and ground and was rewarded. The expression on her face was almost that of astonishment. He made her feel good and pride washed over him.
Urgent hands tugged on him, pressed his hips to her. The pleasure was building so much, but he had to hold on, refusing to fail at this. Was she close? Her mouth was parted and her body beautifully arched into his. Her hips met his and her moans were coming closer and louder, her insides clasping around him and he felt her coming. It was an utterly glorious and he let himself go, let the pleasure take him. Waves of it washed over him, tightening him into an explosive release, pulling him down into the undertow.
What he had no idea of was how to do the after bit. What should he say? Thank her?
Chapter 26
Laying her arm across Roan’s chest, Cheyenne pulled herself closer to his warm, sleeping form. She was still buzzing after the Dunbury party. Things had gone well. All those bitches’ mouths had dropped when they’d seen her walk in on Roan’s arm. Some girls just shone and couldn’t be held down by petty jealousy. Deal with it. Jealousy had always been at the root of it, an issue she had dealt with her whole life.
Stretching her legs, she felt her muscles lengthen. Maybe she needed to find a yoga class somewhere. Returning here had messed up her routines and she needed to get back into keeping in optimal shape.
Rolling over, she floated out of bed and walked to the edge of the room where the white curtains moved with the breeze. The sun was bright outside and sparkled off the pool as she walked out and sat down on a sun lounger. The sea was dark blue and misty down the hillside and coast, the breeze forming ripples across the water in front of her. This hotel had a great view. Houses were dotted along the coastline and maybe it was time to broach the subject of getting one of them. Roan had more money than he knew what to do with, so buying wasn’t a problem, but it might be too soon for such a commitment. They might just lease one for now.
They could be really happy together here, she knew. The sex was great; they got on well, and they complimented each other nicely. It couldn’t really get better, could it?
The hotel behind her was utterly still. Their butler was in there somewhere, waiting for orders, but the staff made themselves scarce unless wanted. The whoosh of a sliding door could be heard.
“Is there anything you require, madam?” the man queried, seeming to perceive when someone thought of him. Cheyenne smiled.
“Some breakfast, perhaps.”
&
nbsp; “An egg white omelette for yourself and a full English for Mr. Hancock?”
“Yes, and maybe some fruit. Tropical, I think.” Roan liked tropical fruit.
“Certainly, madam,” he said and disappeared.
Maybe they should keep him for when they moved into their house. A butler was so much easier to deal with than a simple housekeeper, Cheyenne found.
A beep drew her attention and she looked back to see her phone on the covered table of the patio behind her. She smiled, knowing that the evening at Dominic’s had done its trick. Getting up, she walked over to it and saw Bridget Gulliver’s tiny little head in a message circle. Lunch tomorrow? It said.
Another barrier to her goals melted away. All these bitches had to back down. Really, they should have foreseen that it would play out this way. Who did they think they were messing with? Cheyenne won, that was just the way the world worked.
Of course, darling. Would love to, she texted back. But I’m booked for tomorrow. Friday?
Smiling, Cheyenne put the phone down, not bothering to wait for a reply. Bridget could grudgingly concede.
“Hey,” Roan said, his voice rough and deep with sleep. “Been up long?”
“No, just thought I’d stretch my legs a little. I was just about to come back to bed, actually.”
Wrapping her arm around his bare waist, she tucked herself into his body. She loved how muscular and strong his waist was and her latest victory had turned her on.
“Why don’t we linger a little longer?” she suggested, running her hand up his boxers, caressing his cock. He had a nice cock and right now she wanted to play with it, have him underneath her—at her mercy.
He was already semi hard from waking and his cock sprung to life under her ministrations. A low groan rumbled deep in his throat, obviously appreciating her work.
“Come,” she said and stepped away, urging him to follow through the white curtains with a curl of her finger.
Her robe was divested by the time he came through the curtains and she sat naked with her legs parted at the edge of the bed. Sinking to his knees, he kissed along her thigh and then found her clit and Cheyenne’s head fell back. He wasn’t careful or delicate, instead charged in there and kneaded her little nub with his tongue until her desire began to flow and she rolled her hips against his mouth.
“I think,” she panted, “that maybe it’s time to move into our own place.”
“Mhh,” he said, lost in his task.
“A place just for you and me, so we can feel a little more settled,” she continued, panting as she ran her hand through his hair. Enough teasing, she wanted him inside her and urged his head up. He came to her as she laid her body back on the bed, pressing slightly at her entrance with the tip of his manhood, but not giving her more. He was teasing her and she was choking on her desire. “I want to make a home with you,” she went on through gritted teeth. “We are so good together. Please, Roan.”
He rammed into her and rough pleasure coursed through her, just the way she liked it. The good thing with actors was that they were professional at reading people, not that Cheyenne ever hid how she liked it.
It was Cheyenne’s turn to moan as he pounded into her, her insides clenching around the luscious intrusion into her body. It wasn’t hard enough that she would be sore, but she would feel it and she wanted to feel it after she’d been fucked.
“Maybe we can look for a place this afternoon? What do you think? I want a bed that’s ours.”
“Okay,” he said, although he could agree to anything at the moment.
Her orgasm hit powerfully, first a vanguard that tightened every part of her, then a surge of pure pleasure. She was sure there were muscles in her body that only got worked through good fucking. Resulting in a certain sexiness of form that people perceived but didn’t quite understand.
Reaching her hand down to rest on her belly, she felt him work in and out of her and the sexiness of it made her come again.
Chapter 27
A sleek car arrived in the driveway of the hotel, a Fisker Karma. Roan had never heard of the brand before, but it was an electric, and sexy. His agent had arranged for it. All big purchases went through his agent and had to be evaluated for impact against his brand. Hence, Harry had decided that this car was best for him. Roan actually preferred vintage sports cars, but gas guzzlers weren’t right for his image, and stories about how he denied climate change, didn’t care about sustainability and was a bad role model, would quickly ensue.
But this was alright, Roan thought as he walked around the car. It wasn’t a Mustang, but it would do. It was a mix between metallic blue and grey, and the body sparkled in the sunlight. Jumping in, he pushed the start button and the car purred to life. He backed across the driveway and pulled out onto the streets. It responded nicely when he pressed the pedal, almost silently.
At this point, he’d seen enough to get himself out of the neighbourhood and onto the main road. It didn’t matter where he was going; he just wanted to go for a ride and not feel dependent on Cheyenne or taxis. He was never going to feel settled unless he could fend for himself.
Their conversation from that morning returned. Getting a house and settling down. He’d agreed. It had sounded like a perfectly reasonable suggestion just at that moment—when he’d been exploring the wonders of her delectable body. The idea of their own bed sounded good.
The interiors of the car were buttery leather and polished veneers. It was a beautiful car. The ‘acceptable’ luxuries were getting better.
He drove past the Athletic Club, noting the way he had reached it, but today was for exploring, maybe orientating himself in this town. If he was getting a house, they were actually going to be staying put for a while.
In fact, all of Spain opened up for exploration if he so cared. He’d never been one for sightseeing for the sake of it; he’d never had time. Saying that, finding his way around town was useful for practical purposes.
In part, Marbella reminded him a little of Southern California, the hazy ocean and the mountains in the background. There was a different smell though, or the quality of the air. Something was different, which added a heady exoticness. Then he reached other parts, where the villas were all white—nothing like Southern California. This was another world, ancient-looking, definitely a part where he knew he was in Spain. Marbella was like a mesh of different worlds.
There were marinas packed with boats, strips of restaurants and hotels lined up along beaches. This was where the tourist hotels were. Maybe there was a bit of South Beach thrown in as well.
Driving along the beach front, he spotted a woman walking in a park and she looked exactly like the woman he’d chatted to the other night. He turned to keep an eye on her as he zoomed past. What had been her name again? He was a little ashamed that he didn’t recall, but it had been… alright spending some time with her. She’d actually been the first person he’d met here who didn’t want something from him. Many hid it well, but he could see their mind ticking over, wondering how they could capitalise on his presence.
Her and that Dominic dude were the only two people he felt he knew in this town. Leaving LA, he had been so intent on getting away, he hadn’t really considered what to do when he actually did. Cheyenne was pushing to settle down, and doing so was perhaps the natural progression, and they certainly got on well together. Perhaps it was the right step, but something in him felt more cautious now than he had that morning, and he didn’t entirely know the root of it.
Doing a u-turn, he headed back to the park and pulled into the carpark. It was definitely her and she stood with her arms crossed in front of a playground. He did recall her mentioning something about kids. Frankly, he was just excited running into someone he knew.
“Hey,” he said when he approached and she turned with a look of surprise on her face.
“Hello,” she said. Then she looked stumped for words. “Out exploring?”
“I am, in fact. Got my new car delivered this mornin
g, so thought I’d take it for a test run.”
“Lovely morning for it. We’re here before it gets too hot. My boys,” she said, indicating towards the playground. “Get a bit stir crazy at the house. They are perhaps marginally getting a bit old for the playground, but as long as no one sees them, they’ll indulge.”
Looking around, Roan saw a coffee cart. “Care for a coffee?”
“I could do a coffee.”
Leaving her, Roan walked over to the cart and shortly returned with two paper cups. They retreated to a bench and sat down. This felt so laid-back and pedestrian, sitting down on a bench to drink a coffee, completely unhurried. “I’m still getting used to the idea that there isn’t a schedule driving me forward every second of the day. It’s like I am learning to just be in my own skin again.”
Cheryl looked at him. “Maybe everyone has a period in their life when they have to learn to be themselves again. I know I did, and sometimes everyone is telling you that you can’t.”
Roan smiled, remembering how his agent had riled at him for even considering taking a long sabbatical, and in fucking Europe as well. Harry had accused Cheyenne of being the architect of this and it would be his utter downfall. Who was going to remember him if he dropped off the scene. “They do get annoyed when we don’t fulfil the roles they have for us.”
“Sometimes I wonder if it’s as simple as just not complying that upsets some people.” Cheryl seemed introspective for a while, a frown crossing her face. That ex of hers must have done a number on her, Roan thought.
“But here’s to not wallowing in our miserable situations,” he stated, holding up his cup for a toast. “Well, you more than me. I can’t really complain about my situation as I was the one who chose it. It has its limitations and rewards like everything.”
Her eyes were on the playground and he studied her for a moment. Again, she wore too much makeup, like someone who gets really excited about makeup.
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