Debt Collector

by Weston Parker

  "More," he groaned and slipped his hand in my hair, forcing me to come closer with his tight hold on me. "Take more."

  I closed my eyes and went to work, sucking and licking, stroking and worshiping the part of him that he seemed to love and hate the most. He was magnificent. I knew without a doubt why there were fan clubs all over the world giving him their time, their attention, their love. He was worth it. All of it.

  "I'm gonna come, Ri." He pulled at my hair, forcing me back as I whimpered in frustration. "Did you hear me?" He sat up, forcing me back. The wild look in his eyes left me on fire for him. Maybe sleeping together wasn't a good idea. It would brand me forever.

  "Yes." I reached back and pulled at his wrist. "Let go."

  "No." He stood up and forced me to move back, but I stayed on my knees and reached for his shaft. "Just finish me with a hand job, baby. I don't want-"

  "You're doing it again." I moved up and ran my tongue around his sack as he moaned loudly.

  "You want me to treat you like-"

  "I want you to be yourself." I nipped at his balls and growled. "Stop being who you think I want you to be and just be you, Ethan. I want you."

  "Fine. You asked for it." His expression darkened and my stomach tightened as a pulse ran between my thighs. "Swallow."

  I nodded and gripped his thighs as he took his cock in his hand and gripped the base. He took control of our sex, forcing me to take more of him than I thought possible as I knelt in front of him. He drove into me as I dug my nails deeper into his thighs and tried to hang on. It was violent, delicious, real.

  "That's it." He rolled his hips and cried out. "Drink it, Riley. All of it, baby."

  I moaned and followed his instructions as my heart raced, my mind fragmented. Never in my life had someone taken control of me the way he was, and we were just messing around.

  "Guys? You in there?" Deza's voice was muted behind the door. "Bad time?"

  "Yes!" Ethan yelled with aggravation in his voice.

  I licked at his shaft and cleaned him up as he ran his fingers through my hair and watched me closely.

  "Let her in. We'll pick back up later." I glanced up at him and smiled. "It'll give you time to replenish your supply."

  "I don't need time." He reached down and grabbed me under my arms, pulling me up and kissing me hard.

  "Really, guys? Come on. It's seven. Surely you're not misbehaving just yet." Deza sounded needy.

  "I'm going to fucking kill her," Ethan mumbled against my lips.

  I reached around to squeeze his ass. "Please don't. I kinda like her."

  "I hate her right now." He licked at my mouth and ground against me. "I wanna fuck you against the wall, on the bed, in the shower."

  I kissed him once more and pulled back. "Good. Let's see what Deza wants and then we'll see which location wins out." I turned and walked to the door on shaky legs. I'd never swallowed before. There was an odd intimacy to it. I wouldn't ever do it again, unless it was Ethan.

  "I'm sorry." Deza let out a sad sigh as I opened the door.

  "It's all good." I smiled, trying to force myself to calm down.

  She reached out and brushed her fingers through my hair, which must have looked wild thanks to Ethan using it as his steering mechanism. "No, it's not, but you guys will have to forgive me."

  "I hate you." Ethan pulled his pants over his legs as we walked back in the room, showing his ass and giving Deza a complete picture of what we were up to.

  Heat raced up my chest and burned my cheeks. Shit. How whorish did I look?

  "Yeah. Yeah." She sat down on the bed, like she wasn't at all bothered by the smell of sex in the air, or the fact that we were both still panting softly. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at me. "I hate him."

  "Who? Ethan? Me too sometimes." I sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

  "Hey. I'm right fucking here. Jeez." He winked at me and sat down on the other side of Deza. "I don't hate you, D. I'm just kidding. Riley and I have only been trying to have sex since the first day we met. The woman is driven to get what she wants... when she wants it."

  I snorted and D ignored him. It was probably for the best.

  "No. Darren." She pressed her hands to her face. "He's killing me slowly. I'm not myself at all anymore because of him."

  "I'm glad it's someone else's fault besides mine." Ethan glanced up at me and shook his head. He obviously disapproved of Darren, and I understood why. He was my agent before Deza picked me up, and the man had big dreams and lots of hot air to blow around, but when it came to actually making something happen? He was all talk.

  "What happened?" I rubbed her back softly and tried not to think about what Ethan and I would be doing if everyone would just leave us the hell alone.

  "Nothing. Everything." She wiped at her tears. "I don't want to talk about it. Can we just order something to eat and watch a movie together?"

  "What? Where is everyone else?" Ethan's tone said he wasn't doing anything with anyone but me.

  "Of course we can." I kissed her shoulder and got up as Ethan growled and flopped back on the bed. I thumped his dick on the way to the phone. "Behave. You'll need someone to love on you one day too, and it won't be the sweaty kind of love you enjoy most."

  Deza laid back and curled up against his side. "She's right, you know? I'll just stay a little while, you fucking rebel."

  He turned on his side and they looked like two junior high kids getting ready to tell scary stories on a camping trip. "I'm not doing much fucking these days. I can't get any privacy."

  "Ethan." I picked up the menu and gave him a look as he glanced over his shoulder.

  "I'm just kidding. Shit." He turned back to Deza. "I'm so not kidding. You're cock-blocking and you're meaning to."

  She laughed, which was a relief. "I hate you too."

  "Good. Then it's settled. We're broken up. For good." He reached out and wrapped her in a hug, making me a little jealous, but I swallowed the feeling like a good girl. Lust burned through me as I picked up the phone and tried to push back the feeling of having Ethan Lewis hovering over the top of me, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat, his muscles locked in place as he cried out my name. The beautiful look of ecstasy on his face was almost too much.

  "Room service. I have this as room twelve o-nine. What can I get for you?"

  I ordered half the menu, rambling through various things as my thoughts continued to plague me. The clerk thanked me for the order and I hung up and let out a yelp as Ethan's arms wrapped around me tightly from behind.

  "You seem a little off." He kissed the side of my neck and slid his hand down to cup me. "You wanna meet me in the bathroom for a quickie?"

  "No. I want to spend time with Deza and when she leaves," I turned in his arms and wrapped myself around the front of him, "I want an all-nighter."

  "That's a lot to ask for, baby doll."

  "Oh. You can't go all night?"

  He laughed and his eyes filled with merriment. "I can go as long as you can keep up. It's not me I'm worried about. I'm a whore and a half. You're a good girl. I can smell it all over you."

  "Good girl? Not quite, but alright. Challenge accepted, Ethan."

  The door to the bathroom opened and Deza walked out. "I can leave you guys alone if-"

  "Yes!" Ethan turned and yelled as I moved around him and said, "No."

  "Good. Thanks." She gave me a quick hug and bounded up on the bed. "All right. What movie are we watching?"

  "Daisy Does Dallas' Donkey Dick." Ethan dropped down in a chair to pout.

  "I've seen that one." I got up on the bed beside Deza. "It's boring. Honestly."

  Deza laughed and reached around me to pat the bed beside me. "Come on, Ethan. Stop being a prick and come have some fun with us."

  "Fine, but I'm picking the movie." He got up languidly and walked to the bed, dropping down and reaching for the remote. "If I'm not getting the sex, then I guess watching Sleepless in Seattle is the next b
est thing."

  Deza groaned. "I hate that fucking movie."

  "And for that... you're never getting into heaven. Bravo, D. Smoking section for you."

  "What?" I laughed and looked between them - lost.

  "He's a chick flick sort of guy. Crazy, right?"

  "I like to color sometimes too, so suck a nut." He winked at me and laid back.

  "Who are you talking to?" I gave him a look as he flipped through the channels and stretched out on the bed beside me. Maybe having Deza there was a horrible idea. He looked good. Too good.

  "You, baby. I only want your pretty pink lips on my boys. Hello?" He rolled his eyes and gave me a goofy grin before turning his attention back to the TV.

  I glanced down at Deza. "Are you hearing this shit?"

  "Honey, I've heard all this shit a million times and more. The man has ten lines of script in his head. You'll get used to them too... if you're lucky."

  Ethan rolled toward me, moving his head onto my shoulder. "Awww... D. I knew you loved me."

  She glanced over toward us. "Only because I get paid to."

  "Lies. All lies," he mumbled and snuggled up against me.

  Chapter 10

  Ethan

  The movie night was fun, but a complete bust for my original intent for having it. Deza passed out beside Riley, and she was soon to follow. Where I would normally have finished up the movie and woken up the pretty girl in my bed... there were two, and Deza wouldn't have appreciated being jostled away. I had it in mind to get her back good for dicking up the night.

  She'd done that shit on purpose. I just knew it.

  I'd gone back to my room sometime in the early morning after trying to get comfortable on a third of the bed. Having Riley's sweet ass pressed up against me wasn't exactly conducive to sleep. She'd hopefully understand and not look at it as if it were another dick move on my part.

  After a quick shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat down on the bed with my phone in hand. Seemed like Liam and I were set for the weekend. He'd be happy.

  "What's up, Brosky?" His voice filled the line. The guy was perpetually happy. I'd have to dig a little and figure out the secret to his success to always be on the up and up.

  "I'm in San Diego for a few days filming."

  "I think you told me that. I can't remember. Your ass is always somewhere, on some beach, living the life."

  "You think?" I stood up and tugged my towel off. "I almost got Riley naked last night and D showed up with some sob story about her ex. Captain cock-dar was officially successful in blocking another chance at fucking my future wife."

  He snorted. "She did that shit on purpose."

  "Duh."

  "Because she wants that hunk of meat in your pants all to herself. I heard Latin girls are super naughty in the sheets. Something about wanting to sow their wild oats."

  "And you just made that shit up." I rolled my eyes.

  "That obvious?"

  "Horrible. Only use things that work. You're not a creator. More of a reinventor."

  "Now that you've crushed my dreams by being a giant cock..."

  "Had to bring it up, didn't you?"

  "Hell yes. I'm your big brother and you're sensitive about it." He sniffled.

  "Asshole." I walked to the dresser in my room and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I wasn't sure of the filming schedule for the day, but I'd have to find an hour to myself sometime to go over some lines. I'd memorized everything over the weekend, but it was slowly fading from memory thanks to all the other stuff I was dealing with.

  "You know it. Hey, what's going on with that cunt that says she has your bebe in her belleeeee?"

  "No clue. I'll talk to D today about it. I guess I'll end up taking the paternity test. No fucking way I'm settling outside of court."

  "Why not? You have more money than most men will ever see."

  "It's the principal of the matter. I'm not settling and letting the world think I knocked some random chick up and then paid her to keep my baby. Fuck that." I walked to the door and slipped my feet into a pair of sandals sitting there. Someone had unpacked my stuff and put everything just where I liked it. Deza.

  "I hear that." He cleared his throat. "So, what's up? You call for a pep talk before your big filming day or you got something juicy to share?"

  "Riley is going to be my date for mom and dad's thing this weekend. You want her friend Charlotte to be yours or did you already find someone?"

  "Oh yeah." He groaned. "Is that really this weekend?"

  "Yeah. It's called a calendar. Get one."

  "Shut it."

  "You want the girl to be your date or no?"

  "Yeah. She's cute. I bet she's sucked a dick once or twice in her life."

  "Nope, sorry, buddy."

  "She hasn't?" He sounded incredulous.

  I smiled. "I don't know, you idiot. I'm telling you that you're not going to know either. She's Riley's best friend, and she's off limits."

  "What? No fucking at mom's house? Forget it then. I'll find someone else. The only way to get through that horrid event is to have someone petting my dick every time mom turns her head the other way. Feels so naughty."

  "You need counseling." I opened the door and walked out into the hallway as my stomach grumbled.

  "Give me her number and I'll call and talk to her. We'll come to some agreement that Riley doesn't need to know about."

  "No fucking way, man. I'm trying to win this chick over. It's been hard enough as it is. I'm not adding your bullshit to the platter."

  "You have the weirdest sayings, man."

  "I get them from you." I pressed the button and moved into the elevator as a group of women let out various squeals.

  "What was that?" My brother laughed. "Oh dear God. Please tell me an unruly group of girls are tearing at your clothes."

  "You wish. Jealous?" I glanced back and smiled.

  "Are you Ethan Lewis? Holy shit. You are."

  "No such thing as holy shit, ma'am." I winked at her and turned back around as they giggled.

  "You're such a cock." My brother was green with jealousy. I'd happily have let him pinch hit for me with the hordes of adoring fans. It was overrated - big time.

  "Best part about me, right?" I snorted and got off the elevator in search of a familiar face.

  Frank motioned that I join him from inside a cafe near the front of the hotel. It was nice to see that it was just him and Paul. Where I wanted to see my girl, I didn't wanna put on my nice guy front just yet. I was weary and starving.

  "The only good part about you."

  "Fuck you very much. I'm out." I hung up the phone and tucked it in my pocket. Charlotte and Riley would come with us to mom's for the weekend and Liam would pop the poor girl's cherry. Where Riley wouldn't approve, Charlotte would probably fall in love. Then we'd really have a stalker on our hands. Something about the idea of the girl stalking my brother left me giddy. He deserved another problem in his life. I'd make sure it happened.

  "You look like you had a long night." Frank glanced up and smiled at me.

  "Every night is a long night when you're not in your own bed, right buddy?" Paul tried to save me. He was good like that.

  "Movie night with the girls, but when I realized neither of them were up for a post-movie make out session, I was out." I sat down and reached for Frank's orange juice. "You touched this yet?"

  "Nope. Have at it." He handed me his menu as well.

  "Hey man, Frank told me some of the shit you're dealing with right now. You know better than to let the world get you down, right?" Paul leaned back in his chair and gave me the big brother look he was known for sharing when I showed up on the scene.

  "Yeah. The club thing is balls, but whatever. It's the girl that's supposedly carrying around my kid. That's fucked up." I glanced up as the server walked up, grateful that it was a dude. One less thing to deal with.

  "Can I get you guys something to eat?"

  We ordered, and I wai
ted until he walked away to pick the conversation back up.

  "I'm not settling outside of court, Frank. I can't." I leaned back in my chair and nursed the glass of orange juice.

  "I understand where you're coming from, but I don't think you realize how much time, money and energy this is going to take up." Frank leaned forward and studied me.

  "I don't care. I'm tired of everyone making me out to be a prick that lives high on the hog and treats women like trash."

  Paul smirked. "You know if Liam was here, he'd tell you that's exactly who you are."

  I laughed. "You're right, but I'm tired of being that guy."

  "So take the paternity test. We'll work through it together. You're not alone in this or anything else. You know that." Frank patted the table as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

  I pulled it out, expecting Liam again. It was Jeffery Patterson, my attorney. Did the fucker have the room bugged?

  "I need to take this. I'll be right back." I got up.

  "Don't be too long or I'll eat your pancakes." Paul shrugged and reached for my orange juice.

  "Mooch." I smiled.

  "Slut." He finished the glass in two gulps.

  I turned and walked toward the elaborate glass doors at the back of the hotel. The beach could be seen from almost any place in the hotel - it was breathtaking. I walked outside and answered the phone, praying like hell he had good news for me.

  "Jeff." I found a wrought-iron chair and sat down on the edge of it.

  "Hey buddy. You down in San Diego?"

  "Yeah. Tell me what's up. My breakfast is waiting for me, and we're filming today."

  "Amber says she'll settle out of court for 1.2 big ones, but I think that's a great-"

  "Fuck that." Anger blistered my insides. "I'm not settling for something I didn't do. We do the paternity test and then we can talk."

  "Doesn't work like that, Ethan. We settle and this goes away. We do the test, and we're taking a chance."

  "I don't give a shit. Set up the test."

  "Fine, but I'm advising against this."

  "Noted. Set it up."

  "We'll get it set up today. The press is releasing the story tomorrow on the possible litigation, so be prepared."