Mustang Hollywood: A standalone, small town, enemies-to-lovers romance (Mustang Ranch Book 3)

by Eva Haining

  “Why? What did I do to make you dislike me so much?” I’m actually stunned.

  “You mean other than talking to me like I’m nothing but a manwhore with a pretty face? Or believing every negative comment you hear about me?” Against my better judgment, I walk over to where she stands, resting my hands on either side of her on the counter. “Or because I fucking want you so bad, it’s driving me insane. I’m literally risking the shirt off my back because I need to know what it’s like to wear your thighs like a set of earmuffs.”

  Running her hand up my torso, coming to rest over my thundering heartbeat, she looks at me through hooded lids. “Then do it. We can fuck like bunnies until we get over this attraction and make an amazing movie. You’ll make millions of dollars, and the only shirt you’ll be losing will be on my bedroom floor.” Pushing herself up onto her tiptoes, she presses a soft, sensuous, and languorous kiss to my lips, her tongue darting out to lick the seam, seeking my submission.

  “I swore I’d never sleep with another co-star. It almost cost me my career last time.”

  “Jasper…” Hearing my name on her lips is like a hit of cocaine, and I’m hooked. I tear her shirt off, burying my head between her breasts, flicking the catch on her bra. They are fucking glorious. “Bedroom. Now.” It’s a command, not a request.

  I grab her ass, lifting her, coaxing her to wrap her legs around me as my lips crash down on hers. Stumbling down the hallway, I check the door handles until I find what I assume is the guest room. Right now, I don’t fucking care.

  I kick the door shut behind us, sending a loud bang reverberating through the house. Too late. As if on cue, a loud frightened cry comes from the baby’s room.

  “Fuck! Don’t move. I’ll go and calm her down. You better be naked when I get back.” I’m officially the worst person to trust kids with. I have to force myself out the door at the sight of her unzipping her shorts, pushing them down over her hips. Jesus Christ!

  I bang into the door with the grace of a clown in my attempts to extricate myself. So much for my image as a slick heartthrob. I take a moment to calm my breath before opening the door to Ruby’s room, but my heart melts at the sight of her. She’s so tiny, crying out for her momma because I scared the crap out of her by slamming the door across the hall.

  I don’t know what I’m doing, so I lift her into my arms, walking up and down, singing whatever comes to mind. I’m sure her daddy sings her sweet lullabies, but the only lyrics I remember in this moment are for ‘Uptown Funk.’ Every time I think I’ve gotten her back to sleep, she squirms in my arms, fussing and whimpering.

  I admit defeat and take up residence in the rocking chair nestled in the corner of her room. My lids become heavy, the words giving way to a whispering hum as I rock back and forth, Ruby settling on my chest.

  My mind flits to Maisie, unaware of how long I’ve been in here, but the moment I stir, Ruby stirs with me. Eventually, I close my eyes, just for a second. Today has been a month of work, emotion, desire, and an odd window into a normal existence, all rolled into twenty-four hours.

  “Rough night?” It’s still dark out.

  “Jax? What time is it?”

  “Four. I thought you might need a few hours of proper sleep before you get to work. Seems I was right. You look like shit.”

  “I feel like shit.” My body protests as Jax lifts the sleeping babe from my arms with practiced ease, snuggling her down into her covers.

  “Did Maisie go home?” Oh my God! Maisie.

  “I don’t know. We were in the guest room, but Ruby started crying, and I came in here. I guess I fell asleep after singing the same song a hundred times.”

  “We? You left the girl hanging? You better go check if she’s still here. Southern girls don’t tolerate being left wanting. Don’t they teach you city slickers anything?”

  “I’ll go wake her and get out of your way. I’m sorry, man. I’m not very good at this baby stuff.” Jax looks to Ruby with the affection of a doting father. He’s married to Mad’s younger sister, Savannah, and they have a son. It’s like all the kids have four parents when you watch how they interact. It takes a village, I guess. They’re lucky. I barely had one functioning adult in my life growing up.

  “Looks like you did just fine. It means a lot that you stepped in. Being able to meet my nephew last night without worrying about the girls was a big deal, and I know Maddox and A.B. are grateful.”

  “It was fun, for the most part. Exhausting as fuck, but fun.”

  “You don’t have to rush off. Just go grab forty winks in the guest room, so you don’t look rough as ass on screen. I don’t want you messing up the backdrop of this ranch with your sleep- deprived face.”

  I have a newfound appreciation for parenthood. How do people get through night after night of little to no sleep? I shuffle across the hall, barely able to lift my feet I’m so tired. Opening the door just a crack, I see Maisie tangled in the sheets, sound asleep, and from what I can tell, naked as a jaybird. Fuck. Jax is right. I left her horny and alone waiting for me.

  I don’t want to wake her. It’s still way too early for any sane person to be up, so instead, I crawl beneath the covers fully clothed, resting my head on the pillow next to hers. The shift in the mattress causes her to stir, instinctively throwing her arm across my body, her head coming to rest on my chest.

  Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I pull her close, enjoying the warmth of her soft curves pressed against my side. A strange feeling of contentment spreads through every nerve ending—this just got even more complicated.

  I can’t do anything about it now, and I don’t want to, opting to close my eyes and let myself drift into a dreamless sleep. For the first time in months, I’m not alone, and it feels good. Too good.

  “We gotta go. We’re supposed to be in our trailers for hair and makeup in ten minutes.” Maisie tugs at my shirt, shaking me awake. Her hair cascades in wayward tendrils, obscuring her face as she leans over me. “Come on. Get up. It’ll be suspicious if we’re both late.”

  She’s sexy when she’s a combination of sleepy, frustrated, and mussed up. Without the primping and preening of our stylists, she’s even more beautiful.

  “You’re going to have to give me a minute.”

  “We don’t have a minute. We need to go now.”

  “Mais, I’m sporting morning wood, and you’re leaning over me looking edible. I need a minute.”

  “Oh.” Wrapping my hand in her tangle of curls, I pull her close, my lips finding hers in a chaste kiss. “You didn’t come back last night,” she whispers.

  “Ruby wouldn’t let me put her down. Jax woke me up in the rocking chair at four. I was going to wake you, but you were all naked and tangled up in the sheets. I couldn’t help myself. I had to crawl in and close my eyes for a few hours. Is that okay?”

  She chews on her bottom lip, avoiding my gaze. “Yeah. I was just really looking forward to you coming back. Now, you’ve seen me naked, and I don’t have a visual to get me through the day. Doesn’t seem fair.” A playful grin tugs at the corners of her mouth.

  I pull her lips to mine, darting my tongue out to taste her.

  “You’ve seen my cock while I was hard as a fucking rock. I’d say you have the upper hand.” Her breath hitches as she lets her body rest on top of me. It’s not helping my attempts to get rid of my morning boner, but it feels too good to stop her.

  “You have a great cock. It suits your name… Savage.” The devil in her eye sends sparks through me, and her kiss becomes frantic.

  I push back, forcing her to move off me. If she grinds her hips against me one more time, I’m going to split her in two without a care for who’s around to hear it. I jump up off the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind me. We’re not going in search of anyone to say goodbye. Jax is here, and the girls are being looked after. Maisie and I are no longer in charge.

  She’s jogging to keep up as I stride out back and down into the fields, letting out a squeal of a
nticipation as I pull her tight to my side.

  “Where are we going?”

  “The cottage.”

  “Won’t Hazel be there?”

  “She should be on set already, making preparations for today. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

  “But I’m supposed to be on set in five minutes.”

  “Fuck!” My words echo through the trees. I’m rocking the worst case of blue balls in existence, but I know the second I feel her tight around my cock, five minutes isn’t going to cut it. Ten of the best isn’t going to sate my thirst.

  I turn to face her, searching her gaze for some indication of what she wants from me. Was last night an aberration? A narrow escape from an epically bad decision? Fisting my hands in her hair, my lips crash down on hers, a strangled plea for clarity. Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me closer, the soft swell of her breasts pressing hard to my chest. My pulse is racing, spurred on by her body as it melts into me.

  “Two seconds.” I push back, grabbing my phone from my back pocket. I hit speed dial and attempt to calm my breathing before she picks up.

  “Where you at, Jasp? We’re waiting, and your pretty little co-star hasn’t turned up yet either.”

  “Push it all back to lunchtime.”

  “Are you fucking kidding?”

  “I’m as serious as a heart attack. Make it happen. I’ll see you at eleven.” I don’t wait for her to respond, ending the call and shoving my phone back in my pocket. Taking Maisie’s hand in mine, I change tactics, heading in the direction of the wedding barn. Hazel will inevitably go back to the cottage now that I’ve moved the schedule back a few hours.

  Maisie slides her hand in mine, eyeing me like a dessert tray.

  “I like assertive Jasper.”

  “Then you’re in for a treat when I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

  Stumbling through the fields, it’s a struggle not to throw her down in the long grass and fuck her right here, right now. Her mouth is on me as her fingers make short work of my fly. The barn comes into sight, but I’m overwhelmed with every inch of her delicious assault on my senses.

  “Maisie, it’s right up ahead.” I’m left wanting as she takes a few steps back.

  “Maybe I want to do it outside?” Her fingers caress her neck, finding their way down her front, achingly slow, unbuttoning her shirt as she goes. It’s sexy as hell.

  “An exhibitionist? I like it.” Unclasping her bra, she keeps me at arm’s length. She’s putting on a show, and I’m completely at her mercy.

  “There’s no one around. We won’t be disturbed.” She flicks the top button of her denim shorts, pulling the zipper before slipping her fingers under the waistband and pushing them down over her hips, letting them drop into the tall grass. Surrounded by blue sky and panoramic views, I’m awestruck at the sight of Maisie wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties.

  Her eyes are a blazing inferno of desire, driving me wild.

  “Fuck me. You have an incredible body.”

  “Then come and get it.” She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

  I grab her around the waist, pulling her close, my hands roaming her body. Dragging my t-shirt over my head, I throw it onto the grass before tugging her down with me. I roll her onto her back, our lips locked as we nip, bite, and explore each other with ravenous hunger.

  When I can barely drag my lips from hers, I trail kisses across her neck and down her chest. Sucking each of her nipples, I tease and flick until they are tightly budded, begging for one more lick of my tongue. Her soft groans have me hard as a rock, grinding against her for the smallest relief. Her breasts are fucking gorgeous—a perfect handful. As I move lower, she begins to squirm, anxious to spread her legs for me.

  Hooking my fingers under the sides of the tiny scrap of lace that hides her from view, I slide them down her legs, discarding them in the grass. I just want to look at her, naked and ready for me, but I’m desperate for a taste.

  Pushing her knees apart, I kiss the length of her leg, inching toward the apex of her thighs. I want to draw it out, but I’m out of control. The sound of her moaning as I flick my tongue over her entrance is more than I can handle. She tastes sweet like honey, every kiss, lick, and suck better than the last. She’s insatiable, writhing against my face as she chases her release, screaming my name, begging me not to stop.

  A herd of wild horses couldn’t stop me now.

  With my hand splayed on her stomach, I hold her in place, forcing her to relinquish the pace to me with long, languorous licks, darting my tongue over her clit until she can’t be contained, wrapping her legs around my neck, bucking wildly.

  “Oh, my God, Jasper, don’t stop. Fuck! Jasper!” My name trips off her tongue in a litany of worship as she crashes over the edge, spiraling out of control, wave after wave of her of release pulling her under. She’s fucking transcendent.

  Letting her ride my face, I make short work of my jeans, pushing my boxers low enough for my aching cock to spring free. I’ve never craved a woman’s body the way I do in this moment.

  Maisie reaches down, coaxing me up, her lips finding mine, tasting the evidence of her arousal on my tongue. It’s so goddamn sexy. Her hands reach down, pushing my jeans until I can shrug them off before wrapping her fist around the base of my cock, guiding me to her entrance.

  The wet warmth of her pussy brushes the tip of my cock, shredding what little restraint I had left.

  “Maisie…” My words are lost, engulfed by her ravenous kiss.

  “Fuck me, Jasper. I want every inch of your cock inside me.” Without another word, I grab her hips and thrust hard.

  “Jesus Christ!” She’s so fucking tight, her pussy hot and wet for me. I’ve been fantasizing about what it would feel like to sink balls deep inside her since our first kiss, and she doesn’t disappoint.

  With every long, hard thrust, her hips rise to meet mine, grinding, working my cock every time she tightens her muscles. Fuck!

  “Harder, Jasper. I need you.” My lips crash down on hers, our tongues moving in time with our hips, a frenzied fuck. All inhibitions are lost, carried away in the gentle fall breeze that caresses our bodies.

  “Fuck, Maisie, you feel so fucking good.” As I quicken the pace, unable to hold back, I slide my hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb, eliciting an unrepentant moan of satisfaction from her lips.

  “Jasper!” The moment she finds release, I lose myself, chasing my own, rutting wildly until I spiral out of control, crashing over the edge into an abyss of ecstasy, coming harder and longer than ever before.

  “Maisie. Shit! Oh fuck, baby.” I can barely catch my breath, my hips slowing as I ride the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my fucking life. Unwilling to break our connection, I wrap my arm around her waist and roll onto my back, her body lax as she rests on top of me.

  This is as close to blissfully content as I’ve ever been.

  I’m so screwed.

  Chapter Fourteen

  MAISIE

  “You really live up to the hype.” If he ever stops being the ultimate movie star heartthrob, Jasper could build a new fortune as a porn star. Holy shit, the man has moves, and his cock, oh God, it could make a woman cry and beg. In fact, I think I may have been begging at some point.

  The faint smell of yesterday’s cologne lingers on his skin as I rest my head on his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat, basking in the afterglow. There’s a small breeze dancing over our tangled heap of naked limbs.

  “The hype?” He absentmindedly twists tendrils of my hair in his fingers.

  “I shouldn’t have to explain this to you.”

  “Humor me. I just let you ride my face.” There’s almost a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

  “You’re J.J. Savage.”

  “He’s a character. That’s not me.”

  “Every woman in America, heck, probably in the world, has watched you in a sex scene and thought about the lucky bitch who
gets to bed you.”

  “Well, we didn’t quite make it to a bed, but I can arrange that next time.” Next time?

  “J.J.…”

  “I only get the pleasure of hearing my real name when you come?”

  “Jasper…” I know what I should say, and I know what I want to say. “Do I need to get tested?” His body stiffens underneath me before gently pushing me aside.

  “Smooth, Maisie. You’re a real southern belle. You’re the first person I’ve fucked since Cece cheated on me, and you better believe I had every test available when I found out what she’d been up to.” Reaching for his jeans, he pulls them on, shoving his boxers in his back pocket. “Should I be asking you the same question? You’re the one who had a boyfriend a week ago. Do you let every guy ride you bareback?”

  My palm connects with his cheek before I can even think.

  “Fuck you, Jasper! I never slept with Thomas.”

  “Don’t get defensive when you’re the one who started throwing the sexual insults. If you were that concerned, you shouldn’t have been grabbing my cock and begging me to thrust. There’s a condom in my wallet. I’m always prepared.” He pulls out his wallet, dropping it in my lap as I scramble to find my clothes.

  “I believe you.”

  “Do you? I had every intention of wearing a rubber, but you can’t put it all on me when you were the one stripping and opening your legs for me. I’m a guy, and you’re fucking hot! You drive me nuts!”

  “That’s rich coming from you.”

  “Answer the fucking question, Maisie. You paint yourself to be a sweet country girl with so much charm and sass it makes a man lose his goddamn mind. If you thought you had to worry about an STD, why the hell would you spread your legs for me?”

  I’m incensed, angered, and turned on, and I hate myself for it.

  “Because you’re hotter than a billy goat in a pepper patch, and I can’t think straight when I’m around you.” I push his chest, but he doesn’t budge, letting me yell in his face.