Unscripted

by Christy Pastore

Ronan began to move his hands over my camisole, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I gently pulled the grey cashmere sweater over his head. He was already working the buttons on his collared shirt. Both articles of clothing seemed to fall to the tile floor at the same time. I began moving my fingers to undo his belt as his lips placed soft kisses on my neck and shoulders. His pants withered with ease from his beautifully sculpted body, along with his boxer briefs. He stepped towards me, tugging my lace shorts to fall from my body.

  “No panties, Holliday?” He arched his eyebrow at me. “You cannot sleep here without any panties on when I’m not around.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I said so, and that’s a direct request.” His tone with me was stern.

  Giving him a devilish grin, I asked, “Are you telling me what I can and cannot do, Mr. Connolly?”

  “Yes,” he whispered darkly. “When you are under my roof, it’s my rules.”

  I saw immediately where this conversation was going. He was role playing with me, but part of me thought he was serious. I would clarify about the no panties thing later. If I remembered correctly this was the scene in A London Love Story where Katia was waiting for Cameron in his penthouse completely naked except for a pair of sky high heels, breaking one of his many rules. Cameron had warned Katia she wasn’t allowed to walk around naked when he wasn’t there. Technically she wasn’t naked, but she was testing him. Because Katia had disobeyed him, Cameron instructed she would be appropriately punished, which basically led them to a night of mind-blowing sex where he’d spanked and used all his kinky sex toys on her, making her come over and over on command.

  “I didn’t know that was a rule, Ronan,” I purred, looking up at him through my long lashes. “Are you going to punish me?” My voice was a bit shaky.

  Ronan let out a deep sexy groan. “Yes, I will be punishing you, Holliday.”

  Fuck. What was he going to do to me?

  “I promise I won’t do it again,” I hissed. “Are you going to spank me?” My blood was swirling, making my skin hot. Ronan grabbed me by my wrists, turning me around and gently pinning me back up against the linen closet. He nipped my earlobe, and I gasped out loud as he pressed his hardened body against me. His breath was hot against my neck, and I could feel his heart beating in his chest against my back. Still holding my arms above my head, he stepped back, lightly spanking the curve of my hip. Hitting me shocked me a bit, but he did it just enough to make me jump. “Holliday, I’m only joking around. I’ll never hurt you.”

  I broke free of his grip, turning around to face him. “I trust you Ronan. I’ll give you all of me, any way you need me. I am yours.”

  Cupping my face, he covered my mouth with his, dipping his tongue inside, running luscious slow strides over my tongue. I felt my legs turn to jelly as Ronan’s skilled hands glided over my shoulders and down my back. He gently pulled back from the embrace we were locked in, turning on the water in the shower. I stepped in, feeling the cool tile on my feet, and he followed. We were right back to the place we’d been less than forty-eight hours ago, before Ronan had left. Looking up, gazing into his eyes, I’d never been so completely happy in all my life. I felt my back hit the tile wall. I flinched as it was a bit cold to the touch. A soft moan escaped me as Ronan trailed his lips the length of my neck. Lifting me up, Ronan moved me away from the water and gently eased into me as I hitched my legs around his waist. I enjoyed the moment, feeling each and every solid inch of him filling me. We moved in rhythm with each other, his hips grinding into me and my body climbing higher and higher with every thrust to my core. Seducing me with his eyes and body, he would bring me to the brink of orgasm, teasing me, and then I’d slide back down. I found myself shamelessly begging for him to get me off.

  “Ronan, I need you… I need to feel you… make me come, please,” I said through panting aching breaths.

  His hands flexed underneath my ass, and he drove further inside me. Crashing his perfect lips to mine caused my mind to retreat, taking me back to the day when we’d first kissed. I remembered how raw, carnal and energized it’d felt, like the electricity of a million bolts of lightning. After that first kiss, I’d been completely enraptured with Ronan. One lustful kiss was all it took for me to be shaken to my core and utterly addicted to this devilishly handsome man.

  The water, hot and steamy, clouded up the glass, and I could no longer see outside. Trapped again with Ronan, it was just the two of us, the whole world shut out. His pace quickened as he slammed into me with several sharp thrusts. I came, letting out a cry of relief as the vibrating pulses riveted through my core.

  “Ahh, my beauty, is that what you needed?” he asked, his voice raw and raspy.

  My mind was spinning. I felt like I was going to pass out from the heat and the exploding orgasm and the onslaught of eruptions happening to my body as Ronan plunged deeper into me. Gripping him tightly, I felt his body stiffen, and he flinched. I had accidentally sliced him with my sharpened fingernail. The dark red blood dripped from his body, and I licked it off slowly with my tongue.

  “I’m sorry baby,” I kissed his wet cheek. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  That must have triggered something for him because he went wild, pounding deep thrusts into my core. And I never wanted him to stop. My body was convulsing, my skin on fire. Ronan whispered my name with a hiss as he climaxed, pouring into me. I was utterly satisfied to the brink of pure unbridled joy. Panting heavily, but smiling, Ronan looked even more exhausted than he had before our shower.

  I had a lot of energy after my shower with Ronan. I decided to get a workout in while he slept. Even though Ronan was back, Blake still accompanied me to the gym. The mid-morning yoga class had just let out, and women nearly fell over themselves staring at Blake as we entered the room.

  Placing my ear buds in, I climbed onto the Stairmaster and flipped through my music library where I noticed a new playlist titled: MY BEAUTY. I scanned the titles. In no random order or genre, Ronan had uploaded about twenty songs, including the following: “Breakeven” by The Script, “Never Say Never” by The Fray, “Honey Bee” by Blake Shelton and “Sunday Kind of Love” by Etta James. I shuffled the playlist and the sounds of Etta’s lovely voice came pouring through. I looked around the gym and felt my cheeks redden. Were these songs that reminded him of me? This small gesture was incredibly thoughtful and romantic. I couldn’t help it— my heart swelled and tears grew thick in my throat. I shook it off and just let my mind relax as I began moving my feet to the rhythm of the music.

  After I finished my work out, I ate brunch at the café downstairs, giving Ronan plenty of time to rest. When I returned to the penthouse I found him sitting on the couch watching the news.

  “Hi, my beauty,” he purred. “How was the workout?”

  “It was very good,” I said while placing my iPod on the table. “Were you able to get some sleep?”

  “Yes, I did. Thank you.”

  Ronan seemed a bit tense, perhaps preoccupied. I wondered what was on his mind.

  “Ronan, are you okay? You seem kind of far away,” I said, taking a seat next to him on the couch.

  Ronan placed his hand on my thigh, rubbing short strokes over and over with his thumb. “Maybe, I’m still a little jet-lagged.”

  “I noticed my new playlist on my iPod,” I said with a smile.

  He kissed my cheek and then asked, “Did you like the songs?”

  “I did very much. You’re very sweet Ronan.”

  “I’m glad… glad to hear that, my beauty,” he said through a yawn. “I have the same playlist on my iPod too, our playlist, a soundtrack just for us.”

  I leaned over and kissed him, taking him a bit by surprise, but he returned my kisses softly while cupping my face in his hands. When Ronan kissed me I felt like he was speaking to my soul even though he wasn’t uttering a single word.

  Gently pulling away from his hold on me, I stood up from the couch. “I’m going to grab a quick showe
r. This time I actually have to bathe and wash my hair,” I teased, bending down to kiss him on the cheek.

  “You’re killing me, my beauty.” Playfully gripping my wrist, he smiled deviously at me. “I won’t be able to think about anything but your naked body.”

  “Behave yourself, Mr. Connolly.”

  He shook his head. “Never. Not when it comes to you.”

  I finished my shower and noticed I had a message from Charlotte on my phone asking if I wanted to come over for Sunday dinner. I quickly texted her back to tell her that Ronan was back from Los Angeles and that I would be preoccupied. I returned to the living room to find Ronan had fallen asleep again. I quietly grabbed my bag and the keycard. I wanted to get some coffee, and I had some errands to run – last minute Christmas shopping. Plus, I thought about doing something special for Ronan. Maybe I could pick a bottle of his favorite Irish whiskey. I left a note on the coffee table and headed out the door as Blake followed behind.

  Blake asked if I wanted him to drive me. I said no. I wanted to walk. After I went to a few shops and having no luck finding what I wanted, I decided to take a break. The smell of warm hazelnut drew my senses to the coffee shop around the corner where I ordered a vanilla latte. As I stood pouring cinnamon into my beverage, I heard a male voice say, “Holliday Prescott, what are you doing here?”

  I turned around to find Grady James standing there. A slow sexy smile slid across his lips, and his sparkling blue eyes washed over me.

  Goddammit… why are you so fucking attractive?

  As always, Grady looked devastatingly handsome. Even in casual clothing he could manage to take my breath away. On this cold afternoon he was wearing a slim-fitting, charcoal grey sweater paired with faded denim jeans and a charcoal ribbed knit beanie. He had grown out his facial hair since the gala, and it was perfectly trimmed.

  “Hi Grady,” I said smiling. “The question is…” I playfully licked the stir stick I had in my hand and then pointed it at him. “What are you doing here?”

  Giving me another sexy half-smile, he said, “I just wrapped a photo shoot and needed some caffeine.” He motioned to a table. “Do you have time for a chat, Holliday?”

  Curious at what Grady would want to chat about, I nodded and followed him to the table. Blake took a seat at the table he was standing next to, carefully scanning the coffee shop.

  “So you’re dating Ronan Connolly, huh?” Grady pried and then took a sip of coffee.

  I nodded. “And you’re dating Heather Young.”

  As it stands, it seemed that Heather Young and I had the same preferences in men. I guessed I couldn’t fault her for her good taste.

  A smirk slid across his full soft lips. “Oh and for the record I’m fucking her, Holliday, not dating her.”

  Grady doesn’t “date” either. Are all the men I know allergic to the word— dating?

  “Why wouldn’t you want to be exclusive with her?” I asked sweetly. “Heather is beautiful Grady. You could do worse,” I teased.

  “She’s not half the woman you are Holliday,” Grady said while running his hand over mine.

  “Do you remember that incredible weekend we spent at my beach house?” he asked, blue eyes beaming. His smile was irresistible. “We were practically naked the entire time. God, I couldn’t get enough of you. I still remember how you taste, very sweet.” He licked his bottom lip, and I saw the heat flash in his eyes.

  Blushing, I felt the blood in my body begin to swirl. My stomach tightened as my mind hurled back in time to a beautiful Sunday afternoon in the Hamptons. I lay there naked atop the white crumpled sheets overlooking the sparkling ocean. A light breeze carried through, making the sheer curtains dance to the rhythm of the crashing waves against the shore.

  With his dreamy blue eyes dazzling, Grady crossed the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and climbed on top of me, his hair damp from the quick swim he’d just taken in his pool. He smelled divine, a mixture of chlorine and sweet coconut milk. His lips were wet, his skin was hot and he covered my mouth, brushing my tongue with his. I tasted the sweet rum and mint from the Caipirinhas we’d been sipping. I removed his towel and he began kissing my neck and chest. I felt the length of him grinding into my leg, growing with each kiss. Drops of water from his damp hair fell on my body as he eased into me and I cried out. He rocked me gently with slow rolling movements, gripping my hips with each stroke. Grady complimented my body and told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved fucking me.

  “Holliday, are you okay?” Grady’s deep sexy voice brought me back, and I noticed he still had his hand on mine. Feeling my chest tighten, I quickly grabbed my things and rushed through the doors and out onto the sidewalk.

  “Holliday, wait,” I heard Grady calling after me. Darting through the crowds, I turned the corner. My boot caught a piece of loose pavement or maybe a rock. I fell into the alley on a patch of ice. Grady pulled me to my feet. “Are you okay, Holliday?” he asked, panting a bit from chasing me.

  “I’m fine,” I said, dusting myself off. “I think.” My hand was throbbing and so was my hip where I’d bumped it. Before I knew it, Grady’s hands were on my face, kissing me. I gave into him, kissing him back. He pushed me up against the brick wall, my eyes fluttering open. What am I doing? I pulled back breathless. “Grady,” I panted. “I can’t do this. I… I love Ronan.”

  “What, you think you’re in love with Ronan?” he mocked me quizzically.

  I nodded, trying desperately to not get lost in his familiar and beautiful sapphire eyes.

  “Come on Holliday.” He pressed his lips to my neck. “You know that you and I are amazing together.”

  “Grady, we were, but that was then, and I’ve moved on,” I panted as he caressed his palm up my arm and his lips nipped along my jawline.

  Pulling back, his gaze locked with mine. “Holliday, does he treat you well? Does he know about what… what happened to you?” His voice was soft, not quite a whisper.

  I nodded, and replied, “Grady you don’t need to worry about me, seriously. I am a lot stronger these days, but I do appreciate your concern.”

  “Are you absolutely sure? I swear if he hurts you, I will make it my mission to…” his voice trailed off, as he brought two hands to caress the curve of my jaw. “It just hurts, knowing you don’t need me anymore.”

  The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew that when we broke up, it was hard on me, but I never dreamed Grady seemed to care so much. Besides he ended things with me, not wanting a serious relationship. Why would he even care if I didn’t need him?

  “I’m sorry Grady. Best of luck with Heather; she seems lovely.” I wiggled free and ran back to the sidewalk where I could see Blake walking towards me.

  “Are you okay Miss Prescott?” he asked warmly.

  Gathering my thoughts, I replied, “Sorry Blake. I thought I saw an old friend from college. It wasn’t her.” Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Grady standing there staring at me. He waved. Ignoring him, I turned around and started walking back towards The York. So much for finishing my shopping. Online shopping sounded like a much safer option in light of this event. I could not have another run-in with Grady James.

  We returned to the penthouse where I found Ronan dressed in a pair of indigo dress slacks paired with a pale blue collared shirt under a sleek two-button indigo jacket. His hair was slicked back into relaxed waves, and he looked incredibly handsome, per usual.

  “Hello, my beauty,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek. “Did you have fun shopping? I don’t see any bags.”

  I smiled affectionately. “The stores didn’t have what I wanted. I think I might try online.”

  “I see.” He took my hand and led me to the couch. “I’m taking you to dinner tonight, but first I have to attend to something.”

  “I thought you were going to spend all day making love to me?” I teased.

  Ronan arched a brow at me, replying, “I know and I’m sorry, but something pressing has come up
that I must go deal with.”

  What business could Ronan possibly have on a Sunday? My mind was still reeling from my run-in with Grady. As much as I didn’t want Ronan to go, I was kind of grateful he was leaving me alone for bit so I could collect my thoughts.

  “What time are we going to dinner?”

  “I made reservations for seven,” he said with a smile as he stood up from the couch and began to button up his jacket. He walked out the door with Dean and said he’d see me in a few hours.

  Grabbing a bottle of water, I decided to check my email and schedule for work the next day. Thank goodness it was a short week. Once it was over, I was on a three week vacation until after the New Year. I had an email from Amelia asking me to please call her – that it was urgent. I couldn’t blow her off any longer. She obviously needed to talk to me about something. Amelia picked up on the second ring.

  “Amelia, hey, how are you?”

  “Not doing half as well as you are these days Holliday,” she remarked callously. I wondered what was with the attitude.

  “What are you talking about Amelia?”

  “The tabloids have you linked romantically with Ronan Connolly. How’s that going for you?” There was sharpness in her voice.

  “Yes, it’s true. We are together,” I answered her question and immediately changed the subject to her family. “How are Drew and the kids doing?”

  “They’re doing fine, but we could be doing better, which is why I need to talk to you, Holliday.”

  “Okay, are you in some kind of trouble?”

  Amelia went on to tell me about how Drew had lost his job and had been out of work for six months. Apparently she’d had to get a job when he’d lost his. Amelia’s job kept them afloat, but they’d had to sell their house in Greenwich and move into a smaller place. Her son needed medication for his plethora of allergies, and her insurance didn’t cover the most expensive prescriptions, so they were paying out of pocket.

  “Listen, I’m going to be direct. I want five million dollars, or I’m going to the press to tell them about your connection with Derek Saunders.”