“Did you want me to finish raping you?” He arches a thoughtful eyebrow.
“No means no, Connor,” I quip.
He laughs. “I don’t know about you, Warmoth, but I could use a fuckin drink.”
“Me too.” I walk toward him and slap him across the mouth.
He chuckles, completely unaffected. “What the fuck was that, Warmoth?”
“That’s what you get for not finishing what you started, Connor Screws.” I strut proudly past him toward the door. “Let’s go. I need that drink.” I open the door. “Are you coming?”
“Later.” He glares at me with wild eyes. “When you finish what we started.”
“Maybe after we have that drink. Maybe.” I wink at him and walk out of his hotel room.
“Have fun,” he hollers out the door. “I’ll be here when you get back.”
“I thought we were getting a drink?”
He shrugs.
“Can you be any more frustrating?”
“Yes.”
I roll my eyes and—
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CONNOR
I slam her up against the inside of my hotel room door. She claws at my shirt and our tongues fight for dominance as we kiss with mad passion. I force her skirt over her hips and pull her into me by the front of her thong. She pushes my shirt up and smears her hands across my chest. I rip her blouse open, sending the buttons flying off in every direction.
I expect her to say something about the blouse, but she doesn’t. I roll her bra up without bothering to unhook it. I squeeze one gorgeous tit and bite the other by the nipple.
She moans and sinks against the door.
I grunt and lift her back up by the thong.
She whimpers as I force my tongue back into her mouth. My finger slips inside her wet pussy.
I’m hard as a fuckin rock.
“Fuck me, Connor,” she whispers. “Please.”
Hearing her beg makes me twice as hard.
I pick her up by the ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to the bed and throw her on the comforter.
She pushes up on her elbows.
I dive between her legs and bite her thong, pulling on it like it’s dinner.
“What are you doing?” she gasps.
I snarl and let the thong snap against her. She yelps. I yank them all the way off and throw them in the trash. Two points. I glare at her.
Her eyes flash.
“I’m going to eat your wet fuckin pussy until you lose your fuckin mind.”
“Connor, I—” She sounds worried.
She should be. My mouth is all over her heat a second later. She tastes so fuckin sweet I can’t get enough.
Her hands grab my hair in knots.
My tongue laps her tangy wetness. I’m so fuckin thirsty for her pussy I swallow every last drop.
She moans loud.
“Come all over my face,” I grunt.
She comes hard.
Her hips buck against my mouth as I suck her clit and drink her down. Fuck she tastes so fuckin good.
She gasps like she just finished a four minute mile. Every time she says a word, her chest fills and her stomach flattens. “Connor— That— Was— So— Fucking— Good—”
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ELECTRA
“I want you inside me right now,” I gasp, completely out of breath. I can’t believe how hard I just came. I’ve never had a man ravish me like that. I want more.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What?” I’m worried.
“I’m out of condoms.”
“What? Noooo,” I groan and drop my head against the comforter and stare at the ceiling.
“Yes.”
“You’re kidding,” I laugh.
“Nope.”
“I’m not on the pill. And you’re not pulling out. My friend in college got pregnant that way. And you probably have more diseases than the CDC.”
“I’m clean. I use condoms with everybody. I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
This is seriously ruining the mood. “Want a blow job?” I say it sarcastically and with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
He snorts. “Not from a corpse.”
“I’m not a corpse.”
“You sound like one. Let’s go get that fuckin drink.” He sounds angry.
I kind of don’t care. I sigh. “Sure.” I sit up on the bed. “Can I have my panties?”
“No.”
“What? Give me my panties.”
He shakes his head. “They’re mine. You got an orgasm, I get your panties.”
“You’re a pervert,” I laugh.
“Says you,” he grins. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere without my panties.”
“Yes you are. Get up. Let’s go.”
I stand up. “You’re crazy, right? My blouse has no buttons!”
“Tie it.”
“No, Connor! This is an expensive blouse! I’m not going to tie it in knots.”
“It’s already ruined. What difference does it make? We’ll go up to the Strip. Nobody will care.”
“I’m not going to the Sunset Strip looking like this! I need to change into a different outfit!” My brows knit. “Oh shit! My clothes!”
“What?”
“My laundry,” I groan, slouching over with my elbows between my knees. “I had to pull everything out when it was still wet this morning. So I could come back and interview your sorry ass,” I smirk at him. “My wet laundry has been sitting in my trunk all day. I really need to go home and go to Lucy’s so I can rewash everything and dry it.”
“Why don’t you do it here?”
“At the hotel?”
“They have laundry service. I can charge it to my room.”
“That’s sweet, Connor. But I can’t ask you to do that.”
“So let’s go to Lucy’s. We can watch the spin cycle together like we’re the fuckin Brady Bunch.”
“No,” I chuckle. “I’m not going to make you sit in a laundry mat with me until midnight while my clothes dry. I can do it myself.”
“You shouldn’t be hanging out at an all night laundry mat by yourself, Lex. This is L.A. Not the valley.”
“Why do you keep calling me Lex?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. It feels right.”
My heart starts to flutter for no good reason. “Stop staring at me.”
He doesn’t. His blue eyes penetrate mine.
Liquid energy slides down my spine and pools between my legs where there’s already a tempest of pent up desire. God damn it, I wish he had a condom.
“Let’s get your clothes out of your car. Come on,” he commands, nodding toward the door. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
I knot my blouse below my boobs and grab my purse. At least he didn’t tear my bra off. Then I’d have to go topless. That gives me an idea. I pull my blouse off.
“What are you doing?” he chuckles.
“Whatever I want.” I unsnap my bra and throw it at his face. “You can have this too, asshole.” I retie my blouse. “Let’s go.”
He folds my bra up and shoves it in his back pocket. “I can totally see your nipples through your blouse.”
I glance down. He’s right. They’re not just poking against the thin rayon, they’re visible through the light colored fabric. “Good. Then maybe I can find some other idiot smart enough to keep condoms handy so he can screw me. Let’s go.” I walk toward the door.
He’s staring at me.
“What?” I’m suddenly embarrassed, but I try to hide it.
“Do you ever let your hair down?”
“I thought I just did.” Going braless and pantyless is definitely what I’d call letting my hair down.
“No,” he chuckles. “I mean actually let your hair down?”
I reach up and touch my bun, which I can tell is coming apart. “Shit. How does it look?” I step into the bathroom and flick the lights on.<
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Connor steps up behind me. In the mirror, he looms over me.
“Get out of here! I’m fixing my hair.”
He chuckles. “You’re crazy. I just had my face in your pussy and you’re worried about me seeing you fix your hair?”
“I don’t need to make sense to you. Out.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Fine.” I unknot my bun and let my hair fall. I run my fingers through it, shaking it out.
“Damn, Lex. You have incredible hair. I didn’t realize it was so damn long.”
“Thanks,” I smirk, trying to figure out what to do with it.
“You know, I don’t think I ever saw you wear it loose in high school. You always had it in a pony tail.”
“I did?”
“Yup. Oh, wait. Except on grad night.”
The room freezes.
We stare at each other in the bathroom mirror.
I frown. “Don’t talk about grad night.”
He heaves a sigh and lowers his eyes. “I’ll let you fix your hair.” He walks out of the bathroom.
What was that about? Was that regret I saw on his face? It should be. He was a total asshole that night. I shake my head. I don’t want to think about it.
I play with my auburn hair, considering options. My lipstick is gone and my eyeliner is a shadow of its former self. Fuck it. I don’t even care. I storm out of the bathroom, “Let’s go before I change my mind about that drink. This day has been a complete disaster.” I stare at him, challenging him to disagree.
“I’m enjoying it,” he chuckles.
“You would,” I scoff, but find that I sort of agree with him.
To avoid bumping into any convention-goers who might still be wandering the hotel hallways, we take the stairs to the underground garage where my car is parked. Surprise, my clothes are still damp and soapy. To my further surprise, Connor insists on carrying my laundry basket for me.
“Can I have my panties back?” I ask as we walk back toward the stairs. It was one thing to go commando up in his hotel room. Now that we’re out in public, I’m very aware of how little I’m wearing.
“No.”
“Fine,” I grumble. That’s when I realize my nipples are hard not because of the warm summer evening weather, but because wearing no underwear in a vaguely public place (there’s no one in the parking structure) while in the presence of Connor Hughes is turning me on. I guess I have an exhibitionist streak I didn’t know about. I smile to myself.
Two minutes later, we’re standing in the marble-floored lobby of the hotel. The main bar off the lobby is crowded, but no one notices us as we approach the concierge desk.
A cute young woman smiles at us from behind the desk. “How can I help you two?” She has a blonde chignon and wears the resort’s standard burgundy blazer and gray slacks. Her gold name tag reads Finch Barksdale.
“Hey,” Connor smiles at her. “I’m a guest here. You guys have a laundry service, right?”
“Of course,” Finch says.
“You think you can run a load or two for us?” Connor holds up the basket.
“It would be my pleasure. What room are you two staying in?”
I say, “We’re not staying—”
“714,” Connor cuts in.
“Excellent,” Finch says, reaching over the counter to take the basket from Connor.
His phone chimes in his pocket. “Hold on. I gotta take this call.” He walks back toward the stairwell, already muttering to whoever is on the line.
“Your boyfriend is hot,” Finch says in a low voice.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say nervously.
“He’s not?” She seems doubtful. She also notices my outfit for the first time, but doesn’t say anything.
I guess Connor was right about no one noticing. “We, uh, knew each other in high school.”
Finch frowns, “You better get on that, girlfriend. You don’t want a guy like that getting away.”
“He—we—” I sigh. “It’s complicated.”
She nods compassionately, her face serious. “Guys that hot always are. My friend River dated this guy named Drakken who was that hot, and he was drama drama drama.” She rolls her eyes.
“In other words, I should end things before the drama gets any worse? Wait. I didn’t mean end things, because there is no thing. He and I are nothing.”
“Are you sure?” she asks coyly.
I glance at Connor’s back. “I am sure sure.”
Her face brightens. “In that case, since you don’t want him, can I have him? I haven’t had a man in forever. Maybe he could break my dry spell?” She looks at me hopefully.
I’m suddenly tense. Every muscle in my body locks up like bridge cables. This isn’t my normal state of tension. It’s a hundred times worse.
“I’m sorry,” Finch says. “I didn’t mean to step on your toes.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I really don’t mind. There’s really nothing going on between us.”
“Are you sure? Because I could’ve sworn you were ready to claw my eyes out a second ago.”
“What? No! I’m not, I mean, you can—” I stop myself when I realize how ridiculous my denials must sound.
“Maybe you guys need to mend some fences and move past whatever is holding you back. That guy obviously likes you.”
Memories of grad night gnaw at me. I shake my head. “I think hate is a more appropriate word.”
“Hate? He’s doing your laundry for you. That’s not hate, girlfriend. That’s love.”
I scowl.
I hate that she’s right.
Chapter 8
CONNOR
“How was your dinner with the Warner Brothers people?” I ask Gloria, trying to sound friendly.
“Draining. Don’t ask. Why didn’t you answer my call earlier?” she whines.
“What call?”
“I called you an hour ago.”
“You did?”
“Yes I did. Why didn’t you answer?”
“I didn’t hear the phone ring,”
A group of guys in business suits coming out of one of the hotel elevators erupts in laughter as they pass by.
Gloria asks, “Where are you?”
“At the hotel. What do you want?” My right hand is still covered in black ink from that damn Sharpie I broke signing autographs earlier. That shit never comes off. I stuff my hand in my jeans.
“I’m lonely,” she pouts. “Come over, Connor.”
Jesus fuckin Christ. She always does this. “So watch a movie.”
“Come over.” She sounds fourteen.
“I’m busy.”
“Too busy for your agent? With what?” Now she sounds thirty- or forty-whatever she is. She keeps her age a trade secret.
“Doing what you told me. I’m schmoozing the fans.”
“At the hotel? The convention closed at six or something, didn’t it?”
“Yeah.” I glance over at the crowded hotel bar and see the sea of pink Rom Com Con t-shirts. “But a group of fans kidnapped me,” I lie. “They’re staying here at the hotel and they’ve been buying me drinks all night.”
“Oh, I get it. You’re too busy with a bunch of desperate horny housewives to have time for me?”
“Whose desperate and horny now?” I try to sound as flirtatious and fun as possible. I don’t want to deal with her shit right now.
“I’m always desperate and horny for you, Connor. Come over. I’ll suck that thick cock of yours and let you come in my face.”
“You always let me come in your face,” I chuckle. “You’ll have to offer more than that if you want me over.”
Gloria is always horny as hell. You’d think it was her biological clock, but she wants kids about as much as she wants an STD. She’s too busy living the Hollywood lifestyle to make time for anyone other than herself.
“Anything you want, Connor,” she says seductively.
“You gonna let me fuck you in the ass?” In reality, I
don’t give a shit about ass fuckin one way or the other, no pun intended. I’ve back-doored plenty of hotties. It’s been a thing with women my age for years. But Gloria missed that ship and she fuckin hates the idea. I’m just saying it to turn her off so she’ll back down.
“You know I don’t like anal, Connor. Your cock is too big…” she giggles.
“If you let me fuck your ass, I’ll be right over.”
“Con-nor,” she whines.
“Come on, G. You know how bad I wanna fuck your ass.”
“No, Connor!” Suddenly she sounds like she’s reprimanding a kid.
That shit pisses me off. I’m not her fuckin plaything. “I gotta go, G.”
She explodes with jealous rage. “Fine! Have fun with your fans, Connor! I’m sure all of them would love to let you fuck them in the ass! Just remember who your agent is. Connor.” She says my name like I’m a piece of shit.
I don’t know what she’s bitching about. When it comes to ass pains, she’s given me more than her fair share.
“I can hear you smirking, Connor.”
I’m not smirking. I’m rolling my eyes. Gloria’s jealousy is older than dinosaurs and I’m over it.
“You’re not hot shit, Connor. You’re just a book cover model. I have plenty of talent that earns ten times what you do.”
By talent she means the other hot young guys she reps.
Now I’m pissed. “So go fuck one of them, Gloria. Or did all of them get sick of your shit already?”
“Fuck you, Connor,” she hisses before hanging up.
Fuck her.
I shove my phone in my pocket and stare at my ink black hand. I clench it into a fist. I don’t know why I’m still using Gloria as an agent anyway. Fuckin controlling bitch.
Anger flares up and my skin starts to itch.
I don’t need to put up with her bullshit.
I don’t need to be a fuckin male model.
And I don’t need the fuckin money.
—scream-scream-scream-scream—
My whole world spins as the memories hit me like a shotgun blast. I stumble and find the nearest wall to lean against so I don’t fall over.
“Dude, are you okay?” a bellhop asks as he pushes an empty bellman’s cart past me. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
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