Crossing the Line

by Lauren Landish

  I shake my head as water runs down my forehead and into my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me? There was a time where I’d been happy to share my bed with one or even two. But the thought just doesn’t excite me anymore.

  I guess I’m getting tired of sex that doesn’t mean a damn thing.

  My mood sour, I finish rinsing off and step out of the stall. I’m in the middle of drying off when I realize I left my pants on the bed. I walk into the room while rubbing the towel against my head.

  “Anaconda,” I swear I hear a sweet voice say as I’m about to pull the towel from my eyes.

  Goddamn, I think, seeing the sight in front of me, then my inner voice groans. Oh, no. Not again.

  The towel slips from my fingers as I see a woman dressed in a maid uniform, her eyes as wide as a doe’s as she gazes at me. Fuck. She’s beautiful. Rich brown hair frames big, brown, soulful eyes, a slightly upturned button nose, and ruby pink lips that are soft and plump. The sort of lips that I’d love to have wrapped around my cock.

  My dick twitches as I look over the rest of her. Her uniform has a French maid vibe to it, showcasing her figure and legs that stretch on for days.

  I’m used to seeing beautiful women, but there’s something about this girl that makes my blood heat in a way it hasn’t in a long time.

  “Hi, I’m Gavin,” I say, stepping forward and then stopping. I feel stupid as fuck introducing myself while I’m butt naked. But it can’t be helped. The snake is already out of the bag. There’s no use covering him up now.

  The girl doesn’t reply, her eyes as wide as saucers, her legs trembling. Jesus, she looks like she’ll need a respirator, her chest heaving as her eyes flit to my face, back between my legs, and then back to my face again.

  Her mouth works for a moment as her eyes play ping pong, and I can’t help but grin at the effect I’m having on her. I don’t know why I’m enjoying this, but I am.

  I boldly take a step forward, though I know I shouldn’t. She’s fucking petrified. “You all right?”

  Her cheeks burning red, I hear her mumble, “I’m sorry,” before she turns and runs from the room without looking back.

  For a moment, I’m tempted to go after her, but I don’t. After all, I am naked, and I don’t know where the fucking bathrobe is. But I’m pissed I didn’t get her name. She was gorgeous. And I could see the way she looked at me. I know that look.

  And the image of her looking up at me with those eyes while I push into her body is going to be in my dreams until I make it a reality.

  But she ran from me. I clench my jaw as I think about her plump, pouty lips and her wide eyes as she took in my naked body. My cock twitches again as I remember the lust that flashed in her eyes.

  I decide right then and there that I’m gonna find her. And when I do, I’ll have those sweet lips wrapped around my cock in no time.

  If it’s the last thing I do.

  Brianna

  “Girl, you’re not gonna believe this,” I hiss, dragging Mindy into the back of the coffee shop after fleeing Anaconda’s room. She was in the middle of cleaning a coffee machine when I practically ran up, but I can’t wait to speak with her. I have to tell what I just saw.

  Hell, I can’t believe it still, and I saw him . . . I saw it from less than ten feet away. Even now, my heart pounds when I think about, my pussy clenching at thin air.

  “Won’t believe what?” Mindy asks, her eyes burning with curiosity as she notices my breathlessness. I’m literally hyperventilating. “You walk in on an old couple 69ing or something?”

  “Hell no!” I say, grimacing at the thought. Leave it to Mindy to come up with something like that at the drop of a dime.

  “Then what was it?” she demands impatiently, glancing back to the front of the shop. “I’ve got coffee to make!”

  “You know that penthouse, the one I said was supposed to be empty?” I ask. “Well—”

  “Yeah, the one V-man busted your tush about,” Mindy says, nodding. “Why, was it occupado? Walked in on two guys doing the pile-driver?”

  “Will you cut it out and let me finish a sentence!” I growl.

  “Sorry,” Mindy mutters, even though I know she’s not.

  I shake my head at her silliness, then give her a serious look. “What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?”

  Mindy pauses, staring at me before catching my meaning. “No way!” she blurts.

  I nod. “Way.”

  “How big?” she asks, her eyes wide.

  “Big, big.” I shake my head, my blood heating as the image of what was hanging between those incredibly muscular thighs flashes before my eyes.

  Mindy stares at me. “We talking ruler big or Louisville Slugger big?”

  “I’m talking this guy could knock it out of Fenway big,” I joke, my cheeks burning.

  Mindy whistles, impressed, and blushing a little herself. “And you got to see him naked?”

  “The whole nine yards,” I say, still not able to believe what happened. Or twelve yards might be more accurate.

  “And why aren’t you up there right now then?” Mindy asks, leaning in and playfully nudging me with her shoulder. “You wouldn’t be the first maid to have a little fun on the clock.”

  “Come on, Mindy, you know I’m not like that!” I protest, trying my best to hide my desire. “I’m not going to just screw a guy ‘cause he looks good and is some sort of VIP prick.” I pause and shake my head in wonder, the image emblazoned on my mind. “Still, no wonder they wrote Anaconda on the room sheet.”

  “No. Fucking. Way!” Mindy half squeals suddenly, causing me to jump. Grabbing my hand, she says, “You really met Anaconda Adams?”

  “Who?” I ask, shaking my head. Mindy is practically shaking, she’s so excited. “Who’s Anaconda Adams?”

  Mindy slaps her forehead dramatically, shaking it back and forth as if she’s looking for heavenly guidance to cure my stupidity. “Gavin Adams, you bimbo! You know, the whole reason there’s a production in town filming a movie?”

  “What movies has he been in?” I ask, thinking where I could’ve seen this guy before but drawing a blank.

  I can’t believe this. I actually walked in on a naked movie star.

  Fuck me. I’m so fired.

  Mindy gapes at me like maybe I grew a third eye or a second head or something. “Movies? He’s a sports star, but he’s more known for a viral video that hit the web a couple of years back.” She shakes her head as if embarrassed for me. “Jesus, Bri, you’ve really got to get out of the hotel or the classroom more often,” she says, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. She quickly taps the screen and then shoves it in my face. “You saw this guy?”

  My heart skips a beat at the instant recognition. The hair’s different. It’s styled and gelled perfectly, but those blue eyes are the same and the face with the powerful, sexy jawline is the same.

  I read the information underneath. It’s from some football website. “Gavin ‘Anaconda’ Adams, running back. Six foot one, playing weight of two hundred and twenty-nine pounds, says his birthday’s in November. Yeah, this is him.”

  “You lucky bitch!” Mindy says a little too loudly, tugging me up front as a customer dings the bell. I follow her and she begins filling a guy’s order. “Take my phone and check him out. The video will probably pop up when you type in just a few letters of his name.” She chuckles and mutters under her breath to me. “It’s funny because he’s trying to be like a real actor now, too. Though he’d probably be better off performing for porn fetish websites.”

  I ignore Mindy’s giggles and begin typing in Gavin’s name on the phone. Sure enough, a video pops up on Google before I can even finish typing. When I click on it, it takes a second for the hi-def video to load.

  I see Gavin standing in a locker room and a female reporter talking animatedly to one of his teammates when he suddenly turns around and bumps into her . . .

  Ohhhh. My heart skips a beat as I watch the towel fall away from his chis
eled hips, revealing huge, muscular thighs and that same huge cock I saw several minutes ago. The reporter in the video jumps back, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes going wide with shock as she stares at Gavin’s monster. A blush comes to Gavin’s cheeks as his cock sways from left to right.

  Mindy finishes the guy’s order just as the video ends. It’s short. Less than ten seconds. Gavin was quick to pick up his towel at the end, but it was too late.

  “Crazy, ain’t it?” Mindy asks, winking at me.

  “Yeah,” I whisper, a flood of arousal going through me, my eyes on the last frame of the video.

  “I’m so jealous you got to see that in person!” Mindy pauses and then nods at the phone. “But that’s not the only thing he’s known for. Go look at the other stories they have on him.”

  I flip back on the phone and look through other search results. Some of them are just a mix of sports stories. Apparently, Gavin’s pretty good. He’s been All-Pro four out of the past five years, but there’s also a lot of gossip sites that have nothing to do with the sports or the video. There’s a picture of him at a rock concert with a Victoria’s Secret model and one in Cancun with some other hottie. No matter what picture I see of him, there’s always a beautiful woman on his arm.

  Money. Fame. Big cock. He has it all. My heart sinks as I realize this dude must be a major player. I guess it’s not surprising, given his profession. The stories about his sex life are absolutely salacious. Headline after headline talks about either the Anaconda video or his sexual escapades.

  I shake my head, whispering, “This dude must get more ass . . .”

  “Than a Burger King toilet seat,” Mindy cracks, finishing my sentence for me.

  I roll my eyes and continue scrolling through the photos. Anger twists my stomach at all the photos of him with smiling women. I don’t know why I’m getting upset. Gavin’s not my boyfriend and I’m sure as fuck not his girl. But still . . . there’s just something about it all that pisses me off. Maybe it’s just the fact that there’s a video of his junk on the internet with probably millions of lusty women watching it.

  “I bet he heard me come in and was just waiting to pull the whole surprise naked man gig again,” I fume, handing her the phone back.

  For some reason, I’m convinced Gavin thought I would just fall to my knees and service his big cock because he was some famous celebrity. Arrogant prick. Heat infuses my throat, and I bring my hand to my neck unconsciously and swallow back a mix of anger and . . . “Seriously, I—”

  I freeze as Gavin strolls into the coffee shop, moving with a swag that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s dressed in black pants and a white dress shirt that’s opened at the front, showcasing the tanned skin underneath. And he looks damn good. Not as good as he did standing in front of me naked. But still good.

  For a moment I freeze, unsure of what to do, but then I quickly duck down behind the counter before he can see me.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I hear Mindy demand in a whisper from above me. I give her a shushing gesture as I hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

  “Hi, welcome to the Beangal’s Den,” I hear her say pleasantly. “How can I help you?”

  “I’m looking for someone,” I hear Gavin say. I close my eyes and hold in a groan at his deep tone. God, that voice. I feel like I’m lying on a bed of velvet whenever he speaks.

  “Sure, sir . . .”

  Mindy Price, you bitch, you’d better not give me away.

  “Gavin Adams.”

  “It’s a pleasure, Mr. Adams. I’m Mindy, the assistant manager here at the shop,” Mindy says flirtatiously. “We here at Grand Waterways are happy to host D-town’s biggest celebrity.” I have to roll my eyes at her audacity of putting emphasis on biggest, and if I weren’t hiding, I’d give her a good smack to boot.

  “Nice to meet you too, Mindy,” Gavin says, seemingly ignoring her play on words. “I’m looking for one of your co-workers, one of the maids. She’s about my age, maybe a little younger?”

  “Gonna need a little more than that,” Mindy says, and I bite my lower lip, hoping she’s not about to play a prank and betray me. “There’s a lot of part timers here. The hotel has a work assistance deal with the university. Do you have a name?”

  “No,” Gavin says. “She ran out on me before I could get it.”

  Thank God he didn’t get a good look at my name tag.

  “Ran out on you?” Mindy says, a note of humor entering her voice.

  My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for his response. If he’s here to find out my identity so he can report me to my asshole boss, I’m screwed.

  I hold in a groan as hear Gavin clear his throat. “Um, yeah, I bumped into her in a vending machine room on the top floor,” he lies.

  Relief sweeps through me and I close my eyes in gratitude. Good, he’s not here to find out who I am so he can report me and make a big deal out of it. My eyes pop back open and go wide a second later as what he’s really here for hits me.

  No way.

  “Oh really?” Mindy hums innocently, making me want to smack her upside the head. She’s enjoying this a little too much. “How about you tell me what she looks like?”

  “Well, she’s about five eight or so, with rich brown hair and big, beautiful brown eyes,” Gavin says, a slight catch in his voice. “And a face that’s just . . . perfect.”

  My breath stills in my lungs as I listen to his description of me, and I have to wonder if he’s talking about someone else. I’ve got plain brown hair and there’s nothing special about my eyes.

  “Damn, I’m jealous. You’re making me wish I were this chick with the way you’re talking about her,” Mindy jokes. “She sounds absolutely gorgeous.”

  “She is gorgeous,” Gavin says, his voice heavy.

  I nearly choke, I’m so flattered. I wish I looked like the girl he’s describing. I almost feel like he’s lying, but it’s obvious he’s not. He came all the way down here just to find me. I bite my lower lip, my heart racing. It’s just so hard to believe.

  Mindy taps a finger to her lips. “Hmm . . . now that I think about it, I might know who you’re talking—” Mindy begins to say, but before she can complete her sentence, I pinch her leg as hard as I can. “OW!” Mindy squeals.

  “What’s wrong?” Gavin asks as Mindy glances down at me, rubbing her thigh while I shake my head, mouthing no, no, no!

  “A sudden sharp pain,” Mindy says smoothly as if nothing happened. “You know, one of those annoying, pesky things that just seems to stab you out of nowhere?”

  Gavin chuckles. “You kidding? I play football. I’m used to—” A pounding on the window interrupts Gavin and he lets out a loud groan. “Fuck. Sorry. I didn’t realize they followed me here.”

  “Anaconda, Anaconda!” someone yells, and then the door to the coffee shop bursts open, a crowd of people rushing inside. “How about some pictures!”

  “Yeah!” someone else shouts. “Show us what you’re packing!”

  Mindy lets out a disbelieving laugh as the cameras begin to flash. “They can’t be serious!”

  “Sadly, they are,” Gavin growls, letting out a loud groan, the cameras flashing so hard I can see flashes on the walls in front of me. “I have to deal with shit like this all the time.”

  “That’s gotta be a pain in the ass,” Mindy mutters in sympathy, raising her hand to shield her eyes before yelling over the tumult, “All right, people, if you’re not ordering anything, please leave! Hotel policy!”

  “I’ll take care of them,” I hear Gavin say, his voice laced with embarrassment. Then he raises his voice, a note of anger entering it. “All right, you vultures want your pictures? Let’s go.”

  “Hey, I want an autograph the next time you come in here!” Mindy yells after Gavin. And then she lowers her voice and mutters, “preferably next to Anaconda.”

  I wait a minute until I hear the crowd exit the room before I stand up, brushing off my skirt.

  Mindy is
scowling at me.

  “What?” I ask.

  “What?” Mindy growls in disbelief. “Why the hell did you pinch me? You damn near broke the skin!”

  “You were going to give me away!” I growl, half ignoring her as I look through the big plate glass windows of the coffee shop as Gavin talks with the media. My heart flutters as I watch him talking animatedly to the press, and I cross my arms across my chest.

  “I wasn’t! I was just messing with both of you!” Mindy shakes her head, her gaze going out the window to the crowd of clamoring reporters. “Did you hear the way he talked about you? God, you should be on your way to his room right now!”

  “Please. He doesn’t really want me,” I say, my eyes still glued on Gavin as several people rush up to ask for his autograph.

  Mindy shakes her head. “You should have seen the look on his face while he was describing you.” She turns back to me with a wide grin. “He wants to pin your legs behind your ears, girl.”

  I scowl. “That’s not happening and you know it.” I try to sound as convincing as I can, despite the desire I feel inside.

  Mindy returns my scowl, rolling her eyes. “What’s wrong with you, Bri? I mean, I get it, you don’t want to be easy, but he’s a freaking legend! And hot as fuck!” And then she adds under her breath, “With a big cock to boot,” but I hear it anyway. “You know what I’d do!”

  She has a point. But I’m too stubborn to concede. Besides, so what if he thought I was cute? After reading those articles about him, I’m not even sure if I care that he’s a celebrity or that he’s hot as hell with a big dick. The man is just one big manwhore. “So?”

  “So? When’s the last time you got laid?”

  I make a face, wishing I could pinch Mindy again. “Six months maybe?”

  “More like a year, I’m betting,” Mindy says, chuckling. “I’m not saying you need to whore yourself out to every hot guy who comes in here, but what’s wrong with dusting the cobwebs off the muffin?”

  “How long is he supposed to be here?” I ask, ignoring her crudeness.

  “How should I know?” Mindy says. “But from what I’ve been hearing, they’ve got major shoots going for a week. He should be here for at least that long.”