Hollywood Hearts (A Bad Boy Love Triangle Romance): (Hollywood Hearts Book 1)

by Hunter, Lola

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said and checked back to see if his face suggested he might be playing games with me. Despite him seeming serious still, I couldn’t believe him. Hell, I couldn’t believe anyone in this town who told me I was beautiful.

  We finished off our vices and he held my hand in his to take me inside, deciding not to pull away because his grip was comforting in the cold.

  Astrid had already found a new tall, dark stranger over on the dance floor who was grinding up on her leg as they made out. The frequent customer she had been talking to seemed to have vanished and the rest of the group had dissipated a little bit.

  “Two Jagers, man,” Hunter told the bartender.

  He poured them up in front of us and Hunter gestured at me to shot it back. I obeyed, wincing at the taste. He gestured again. I tilted the other shot down my throat.

  “Good girl,” I thought I heard him say and he put his hand on my ass again. This time, I didn’t bat it away - I needed these drinks to get me through the night.

  He tapped the bar and the bartender poured us two more as we both drank them back this time. I removed his sweater from my shoulders and handed it back.

  “No, you keep it,” he told me.

  I’m not your fucking sweater hook, I thought, and flung it over the bar without him seeing. Just because he complimented me didn’t suddenly make me a slave to him. He grasped my hand again and led me to the dance floor.

  With one hand lifted and linked into mine, the other placed tight around my thick waist, he began to move me around the dance floor in this beautifully fluid way despite the cheesy pop music that was blaring over the speakers. He’d dip me with an ease of effort, spin me, hold me, sway me, move me; dominating me with his confident dance abilities and strength. Not usually the one for dancing, I let him indulge in possessing me as his talent allowed even me to appear like I had some natural ability.

  The shots were moving swiftly to my head, making the constant spinning a bit harder to deal with. He switched my hands above his head, twirled me round and dipped me where I obligingly collapsed into his embrace.

  His lips grazed my ear. “You like surrendering to me.”

  Abashed, I tried shoving him away from me but he overpowered me with his brute strength, pulling me in even closer. My lips parted as he pressed his hard-on against my leg. My face flushed red when I realized this kind of authority he had over me was turning me on too. He spread my legs with his, moving his thigh between mine and pushed up into my crotch until my feet barely touched the floor. My face leaned into his chest where the smell of his masculine body odor fusing with his cologne left me more intoxicated than the shots did.

  “Take it, just enjoy it, gorgeous,” he told me and I began gyrating against his leg.

  He slowly edged me in closer with his embrace, lifting my other hand and moving me in such a way that could pass as a dance all while simultaneously stimulating me with his leg. I was in sexual agony, scared of having an orgasm right there in the middle of the crowd but thrusting my hips up and down anyway. It felt so good until Astrid spoke in my ear.

  “You didn’t get actor-boy but he’s pretty cute too y’know?” She freed me from the spell he had me under and I immediately pulled away from him.

  Two hours later, I sat with Hunter in his car and knew both of us were in no state to drive home. There was a magnetism that kept me from leaving him just yet. I should’ve wanted to leave as I never enjoyed the end of big nights— When you’d leave the club and be thwarted by the bright lights of the street. I always felt uncomfortable, dirty and sick of the bitter taste in my mouth of having smoked too many cigarettes.

  But tonight I’d laughed more than I had in months with Hunter and the others in there, danced more than I’d ever danced in my life and had a genuinely fun time despite the numerous attempts Hunter took to make a pass at me.

  I hadn’t made my mind up about whether I liked him or not yet. He was hard-headed, rude to the bar staff and cocky as fuck but I’d be lying if I said that I resented his attempt to try and get me off earlier.

  “I should get a cab,” I finally told him from the passenger’s seat.

  “I’ve had one shot babe. I’m fine.” He gripped my leg firmly.

  “Yeah and like three spliffs.”

  “Shh,” he pinched my chin softly and guided my face towards his. “Come here.”

  “I don’t think we should.”

  “But we’re going to.”

  How could I resist that? He pressed his pouty, soft lips to mine. My head spun and stomach lurched nervously, maybe from him or maybe from the alcohol consumption. I was too weak to resist and pressed my tongue in his mouth first. Passionate kissing was my Kryptonite. His tongue responded, luring mine further in. His hands grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me in closer.

  Each nuance of his kiss - the noise, the gentle then forceful tongue caresses, this enigmatic energy he gave off - felt devastatingly sexy and were as assertive and dominant as his dance moves. He had me.

  To gain some hint of control, I seized the scruff of his wavy, dark hair tightly and tugged him toward me a little, not letting the kiss end just yet. He smiled through it and my butterflies began batting more aggressively.

  His lips left mine and with closed eyes, he tilted his head forward with a light exhale.

  One of his hands met my neck and the other creeped up under my shirt and onto the small of my back, massaging up and down the rolls of my stomach with gentle precision. I had to hold back and not push him away, hating when guys felt what size I truly was but he didn’t make me feel self-conscious.

  “You have the softest skin,” he rasped.

  My body bent forward to his, as much as it could over the handbrake and I clutched at his hair with further force. He possessed me again, sucking and biting on my lower lip then dancing his tongue wildly back into my mouth.

  “Come here,” he said gently and guided me on top of him in one swift, well-rehearsed, movement. “You’ve wanted this all night, I know you have.”

  His hard mound, bound by his jeans, pushed hard against my crotch while I straddled his waist. His lips maneuvered over my chin and down to my throat, giving small kisses along the way. He bit lightly at my neck and I threw my head back in ecstasy.

  He licked and sucked his way down further and further, bringing his index finger up to brush at the neck of my top. He tugged it down hard, bringing my left bra cup with it. My rosy nipple freed itself, exposed and hard; a dead giveaway to my current level of arousal. He tilted down so he could suck on it, taking it into his mouth. I grabbed tightly onto his big arms as his soft, wet lick glided back and forth in-between bouts of deep, passionate suction. I tingled, already so wet for him with every hair prickling on my skin in response to each touch.

  His other hand met the curve of my neck and he squeezed. Releasing my swollen nipple from his mouth, his lips dragged back up to meet mine again and he sucked down on my lower lip again. The neck of my top bounced back up over my large breasts and I released a light whimper.

  He placed both of his palms on my waist, tenderly learning each curve and I noticed my breath had grown shallow. “You’re a bad girl, huh?”

  “No,” I told him honestly, shaking my head.

  “Yes, you are.” He wrapped my ponytail around one of his fists, yanking it back until my neck was completely exposed and vulnerable which left me aching and desperate for what he planned to do to me. He planted more pecks over my now-shirted breasts, biting through the fabric.

  “You’re going to be screaming my name by the end of this.” I trembled and his bulge grew larger…

  “Hunter, I…”

  There was a tap on the window. I immediately leaped back over to the passenger seat, bruising my thigh on the handbrake. I folded my arms in front of me as I watched big Gunner standing there.

  “Hey, Hunter,” he rapped on the window again. Hunter let out a deep, husky sigh of frustration and opened the window.

  “
Yep?”

  Gunner knelt down and saw me sitting there coyly, my arms wrapped around my body, staring blankly out the windscreen with embarrassment.

  “Just seeing if Ellie was okay. Seems she is though, so—” His voice sounded defeated. “I’ll catch you later brother. Ellie, you be safe.” I had hurt him though I shouldn’t be made to feel guilty for it.

  “I should go.” I opened the door and Hunter captured my hand tightly in his sweaty palm.

  “No. Wait, what the fuck? It was just getting good.” I snatched my hand out of his grasp.

  “Sorry. I got stuff to do tomorrow morning.”

  The moment after releasing my hand, he revved the car, reversed it aggressively and skidded out of the parking lot. I stumbled a little bit, now drunk with both alcohol and intense sexual frustration.

  “Gunner!” He was just getting entering his car in the parking lot and glanced back at me. “Can I please get a ride? I’m way too drunk right now.” With his head down, he gestured me over.

  “Those guys are no good for you, ya know. They’ll wear you down soon enough. They’re my friends but I’d never date the mutha-fuckas.”

  “Sorry if I…hurt you.”

  He scoffed and sat in the car. “Hurt me? Riles, I’ve been through a lot worse than an outta my league young lady not wantin’ me, trust me on that. Where’s Astrid at by the way?” Oh shit. I opened my phone to find a million missed text messages.

  ‘Girl, where’d u go?’

  ‘Helloooo?’

  A missed call.

  ‘Call me when u get this. Just want to know ur safe.’

  ‘Holy shit, call me right now. Life’s a trip. You’ll never guess who the fuck we’re here with!!’

  ‘Just hung out with your man-crush. No biggie. Why’d you leave??????’

  By man-crush, did she mean Rafe? I punched the dashboard. Did I really just sacrifice a chance to hang out with Rafe to have sleazy car sex with some random nobody?

  “Everything okay?” Gunner rested his hand on mine.

  “Yeah, sorry. Astrid’s fine.”

  III

  Astrid called in sick to work the next day. She woke up at four o’clock this afternoon on a marble floor in a mansion in the hills, her nose powdered in coke, scratches on her arm and used condoms all around her. She still described it as an amazing night even if she didn’t remember most of it.

  “Alright. Drink loads of water and try eat something alright?” I said over the phone. “I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.”

  “You gonna be okay on your own?” Beside me the club owner, Mike, counted the till for the evening shift. “That stupid girl. Some people really can’t cut it out here, huh? Temptation’s a funny thing. But not calling me until a half hour before your shift, fucking idiot.” He talked violently but meant everything out of love. He’d never fire me or Astrid. We were too good of a team. “I’ll help you out when I can but shouldn’t get too crazy.”

  The bright afternoon sun beat in through the opening front door. I glanced up to see Hunter’s foreboding figure walking through it and right over to me. I had a light panic attack of shame. Hangovers had a way of raising my anxiety levels especially when I did questionable things with questionable people the night prior.

  “We’re not open yet, asshole,” shouted Mike.

  “Mike!” I scolded then walked over to Hunter who held out his hand to me and I swear I saw him trace his eyes over my entire body then lick his lips.

  “You left this in my car last night,” he said, revealing one of my tiny earrings in his palm.

  “Oh, th—Thanks.”

  “No problem.” An awkward silence ensued as he stared aimlessly around the empty bar.

  “That’s all you came here for? For an earring.” What else could I say? It seemed so strange for him to return for something so small though I guess I should be more thankful.

  “Yeah, well I wasn’t sure if you might need it.” He pinched and played nervously with his stubble. “Anyway, you have my number if you want to hang out again.” With a pitiful wave, he turned on his heel and left.

  “What the fuck was he doing in here? I hate that little shit,” said Mike once he’d left.

  “Why?” I laughed.

  “Fucking arrogant bastard, that’s why. Thinks he’s hot shit. Came one day to ask me to up his pay because he was worth more than our fucking headliner apparently. You hear his set the other night though?” I shook my head.

  “Bombed. Fucking. Bombed. Crowd hated his little bad boy persona he had going on. He acted like some wounded Jeff Buckley type and the audience was visibly gagging. And I relished every second of it.”

  I watched Hunter exit out the door, allowing myself to come to terms with the fact that perhaps this guy might actually like me.

  Later that night, Astrid’s head lay on my lap as we sat on our sofa watching a marathon of some reality show she likes. I’d brought her home some takeaway to eat but she wasn’t having any of it.

  “It hurts,” she groaned.

  “I told you to stay away from the hard stuff, didn’t I? You know you don’t come down off it well.” I stroked her hair.

  “Yeah, whatever. I can’t believe you missed out on hanging out with Rafe, Riles. I felt bad cos I don’t even give a shit about the guy. All I could think was why won’t you answer your goddamn phone.”

  “Did he do drugs with you?” I said.

  “Oh, don’t clutch your pearls too hard honey. No, I met him at that other bar we went to. That mansion was just me and that…dude, whoever his name was. I did something for you though that means Rafe will definitely be coming back to see us.”

  “Oh, yeah?”

  “I told him he gets unlimited free drinks if he comes in next week.” I slapped her forehead and she moaned. “Ouch, what? It means he’ll come back.”

  “You can’t do that. Mike will freak if he catches you.”

  “Worth it if it means getting lover boy drunk enough so he goes home with you instead of Red Head.” She laughed at my facial expression. “Plus he knows you like him,” she taunted.

  “You think the only way he’ll like me is for him to get drunk?” I push her up off my lap and sidle into the armrest of the sofa. Of course she thinks that’s the only way I’ll get him? How else is a curvy girl like me meant to score any guy above a seven on the hotness scale.

  “Hey, Riles. What the fuck? You know that’s not what I mean?” The look on her face let’s me know I’ve misjudged her but she continues anyway. “Now, I may have told him you have a crush on him…in front of Red Head too, it was pretty intense and he did smile a little bit.”

  “You bitch. Why would you do that?” I slapped my hands to my face to cool an oncoming blush of horror. “Oh my God, I’m beyond mortified.”

  “Shut up. It’s cute and he’ll be back, trust me. There was nil chemistry between those two. She was as exciting as talking to a wet fart and they definitely aren’t a couple.”

  “Okay, well whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower. Try eat something.” She shook her head at me. “Yes, do it.”

  The sweat and smell of the past two nights drained off my skin while I soaked and philosophized beneath the warm stream of the shower. My mind reflected on Hunter. Why did he come back to the bar for a stupid tiny earring? After the other night, I thought he’d never want to see me again out of the sheer shame of being rejected. But, my God!

  His lips…

  His touch…

  His leg between me as we danced…

  Sucking my nipples…

  That rough hand tugging my head back, keeping him in full control of what he wanted to do to me…

  I never thought I liked aggression but the fact my hand was now rubbing gently on my clit meant that maybe I did.

  I laid down in the bath and brought the shower head down with me, thinking about the warmth of Hunter’s hands on me, feeling me up. His bites and suckles to my neck….

  I lowered the angle of the water
to stimulate me deeper. It vibrated across my stimulated pussy and I arched my back while my blood levels rose. If I could have just released his dick from his pants, he could have been in me.

  I tweaked on my nipple and pulsated my hips up and down. A small whimper escaped me and I tried to keep quiet. I thought of him asking if I was a bad girl. I thought I despised dirty talk but then when he told me I was a bad girl, my mind lost it. I danced the shower head up and down rapidly to stimulate every part of my throbbing organ, even letting it blast around my asshole occasionally. Blood was rushing down and my face felt warm. I gyrated, up and down, up and down until I was on the edge.

  I switched the nozzle over to the ‘Massage’ setting so it could blast me more furiously. I was so close.

  I thought of him slamming his cock up my passage…

  Of him looking at me with those hooded eyes that hungered for me…

  That made me too hot. I convulsed, coming hard, climaxing and squeezing my thighs tightly around the shower head, moving the water flow down and away from my sensitive clit. I cupped my breasts firmly as the orgasm faded. God, I wished he had fucked me so this could be over with. Overcome with a newly found arousal after that night, having him inside of me had become somewhat of an obsession.

  I stood up slowly and locked the shower head back up on the wall. This boy was danger. One night and he had me wrapped around his finger. I really couldn’t tell if it was the fact it was attention from a guy or that I was really into him but it didn’t matter. He was delicious…A completely dick…But delicious and I needed more.

  As I lay there in bed later that night, I began to move my mind from my obsession with Hunter ramming me back to Rafe.

  What if he was to came back to the club again? God, what I wouldn’t give to have had him be beneath me instead of some dick-head songwriter. The night’s I’d spent thinking of Rafe, re-watching his TV episodes over and over, having girlish fantasies about what would ever happen should we meet. In them, he’d always fall in love with me obvious.

  No. This was ridiculous.

  I needed a boyfriend ASAP— A normal one. One who I could take out this sexual frustration on instead of resorting to assholes and fantasies.