“Whoa, brother!” Kane hisses, eyes narrowing at me. “Breathe, man. Breathe.” Levi growls at the paparazzi, keeping them at bay as Kane’s eyes glance me over. He arches a brow.
“This what I think it is?”
“You asking for the truth or you want me to sweet talk you?”
Kane chuckles. “Right, sweet talk. From you.” He swears quietly. “So, this is what it looks like, isn’t it?” He means me out here in the middle of the night going all caveman wearing nothing but my boxers.
“Yes,” I growl.
He nods. “Well alright then. Hey, Levi?”
“On it.”
Before they can even stop clicking pictures, Levi’s yanked the cameras away from both guys. They swear, lunging for them, but Levi’s not just almost as big and muscled as both me and Kane, he’s fast too. He yanks the data cards out of both digital cameras, pocketing them before shoving the cameras back into their hands.
Shit, I would have just smashed them.
The two guys start to protest, but when Kane and Levi and I all stand tall and advance on them, they seem to have second thoughts.
“Freedom of the press,” one of them mutters lamely.
“Freedom to try and extract my boot from your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here,” Levi snarls. The two of them jump and turn, power-walking away as they mutter under their breaths.
“Thanks,” I say quietly. “For stopping me.”
Kane nods. “Was that that Chad fucking Love douchebag I saw driving away as I pulled up?”
I nod.
Levi snorts. “Was he crying?”
I nod, smiling.
“Your doing, I assume?”
“The tears or the piss soaking through his jeans?”
Both of them laugh, shaking their head before Kane looks at me curiously. “He used to date Alyssa, didn’t he?”
My jaw tightens.
He shakes his head, eying me. “So, this is what I think it is, isn’t it? You and Alyssa, I mean.”
“It—”
Both his eyes and Levi’s flick from me to something behind me, up the driveway.
“Diesel? Is everything—”
I turn just in time to see Alyssa — still just wearing that thin t-shirt and panties — gasp and jump back behind the hedges.
“I’ll be right in. We’re good out here,” I say quietly.
She nods, face red over the hedge. Her eyes lock on mine, glinting wickedly before she turns and darts back inside. I turn back to Kane and Levi to see them both looking at me with grins on their smug faces.
“Eyes to your fuckin’ selves, dicks,” I growl.
Kane chuckles. “You know I’ve only got eyes for one woman. And she’s waiting for me, by the way, while I drive all the way up here to the Hollywood fucking Hills to drop you off a bag for your week playing bodyguard to celebrities and not working for my company. But shit, seems you don’t need clothes for this job.”
I smile and he sighs.
“So, you mixed up with her?”
I turn and glare at Levi. “Mind your own business, kid.”
Levi rolls his eyes. “Buddy, you’re out here in your fucking boxers ready to throw down to protect her honor, and then she comes out dressed like that? You ain’t exactly playing it coy, man.”
“How I’m playing whatever is my own business. You just keep your eyes to yourself,” I growl.
He snorts. “C’mon, brother. You’re mad at us for looking? The girl is famous, man. The whole world looks at her like—”
“He gets it,” Kane growls, glaring at his brother.
Levi sighs, shaking his head. “You know what I’m saying, D.”
I smile wryly. “I know. Sorry, I’m just… I’m on edge.”
Kane nods, eying me closely. “This just fun or is—”
“It’s more than that,” I hiss, my muscles clenching. Kane’s brows raise, and he nods slowly.
“It’s a lot more than that,” I say quietly.
He grins. “Well, then I don’t have shit to say, now do I?”
“You can try.”
He chuckles. “Look, if she’s worth it, she’s worth it. And I know you enough to know that you know that. Here.”
He yanks a duffle off of the back of his bike and hands it to me. “If you do decide to wear clothes while you’re here, you’re fucking welcome.”
“Thanks, guys.” I nod.
“Good luck,” he chuckles, clapping me on the back. “I think you’re gonna need it.”
“Try and stay hydrated, man,” Levi grins. “Just remember that you’re not eighteen. Don’t have a fuckin’ heart attack on us.”
I chuckle, feigning a punch at him before they both turn and head back to their bikes.
Kane glances back at me. “Diesel?”
I raise a brow.
“She worth it?”
“And then some.”
I watch them ride off before I turn back to the house.
Back to the girl I’ve somehow fallen headfirst in love with in the span of a day.
9
Alyssa
The fire crackles as I snuggle into him, his big arms circling around me and pulling me close. I pull the blanket up, even if it’s not even really cold out. But the first fire in the fire pit in the backyard of your new Hollywood Hills mansion deserves blankets.
I don’t know if they “deserve” a big, hot, gorgeous, sexy as hell, and hung like a horse bodyguard who’s just changed your entire view of the world and blown your mind. But, tonight, this fire sure does. And that’s exactly what I’ve got.
“You know we should be inside.”
I shake my head, leaning back against his thick, bare, muscled chest.
“No, c’mon, it’s beautiful out here.”
“It’s exposed.”
I roll my eyes as It turn my head, craning up to kiss his stubbled jaw.
“Relax.”
Diesel smirks. “It’s not my job to.”
“I could help with that, you know.”
I grind back into him, pushing my ass against his thick cock. He’s not even really fully hard yet, and that thing is already huge and throbbing against me. I shiver heatedly, thinking of earlier.
Wanting more.
I only caught a glimpse of what happened at the gates to my house earlier, but I do know that when Diesel strode back into the house, there was this fire in his eyes. This heat. This blazing, commanding power that sizzled through me as he stormed right over to me, scooped me into his arms, and kissed me like he never wanted to stop.
His idea was to head back upstairs. Mine was the fire outside. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean I didn’t want exactly what he was thinking.
I know this is crazy. I know it’s insane, and maybe wrong, and probably dangerous — certainly for my career. But I don’t care. I can’t even begin to care, actually. Because crazy or not, I know what I feel. I know what explodes through me at just the thought of him, or at the nearness of him.
I know the idea of not being with him hurts.
So screw what they say. Screw the danger and the possibility of scandal. All I want is him.
Diesel groans, nuzzling my neck as I gasp quietly and grind my tight little ass back against his cock. We haven’t changed or put on more layers since before. He’s just wearing those tight boxer briefs, and I’m still in just a t-shirt and panties. Panties that are quickly turning wet and hot as I feel that thick dick harden against my ass.
“This is reckless,” he growls.
“Do you want me?” I whisper, pausing. Diesel stops moving, his brow knitting as I blush.
“I— No, I mean, not just like that, I mean, do you really want—”
“Yes,” he says quietly, instantly. “A million times yes.”
“No, look, I mean do you really want me for me—”
“I know what you’re asking, princess,” he purrs into my ear as his arms circle me tight. “And the answer is still one-hundred-million p
ercent yes. I don’t just want you like people want you after seeing your picture up on a billboard or those lips of yours on a commercial. I want the you inside of you. I want the pain that makes the sweetness even sweeter. I want the heat inside of you that makes you fierce and brave.”
Well, fuck. Sweep a girl right off her damn feet…
I moan as I lean up and crush my lips to his, whimpering softly into his mouth as he claims mine powerfully. His hand tightens on my waist, the other one sliding into my hair and tangling in it as he tugs me to his lips.
“Well if you want me like that,” I whisper. “Things might get reckless.”
“Good,” he groans. “That’s exactly how I want you.”
Our mouths crush together again, and suddenly, I’m falling. I gasp as his hands tug at my shirt, pulling it off of me before his lips find mine again. I can feel the heat of his skin and the hardness of his muscles rippling against my bare back as I slide my hand back and cup his thickness through the cotton of his boxers. He groans as I gently stroke, and when I feel the front of the fabric beginning to soak through with his sticky precum, I whimper for more.
My hands slide to my panties, hooking into the waist and tugging them down before I kick them away. Diesel shifts under me, pushing his boxers down, and when I feel that enormous, hot, hard cock twitch against my bare ass, I whimper in anticipation.
His hands drop to my thighs, pulling my legs open before one delves between them. I moan as his thick fingers stoke my bare pussy, teasing my lips and rolling over my clit until I’m panting and rolling my hips.
He groans against my skin. “You like when I play with this little kitty and get you all nice and wet for me, don’t you, baby girl?”
I moan, twisting my head to kiss him again. I suck his tongue into my lips, mewling into his mouth as he curls his fingers deep inside of me and his thumb teases my clit.
“Yes, daddy,” I moan softly. His cock throbs against me, and I know I can’t wait anymore. We can tease each other later. But right now, I’m dying for his big, thick cock to fill me up.
I reach back and wrap my fingers around his fat cock, stroking him against my ass as I slowly rise up. He groans, his hands moving under my ass to steady me as I pull his cock against my soft, velvety, slick lips. I moan, rocking my hips and letting that thick swollen head of his tease back and forth across my opening. His body ripples and clenches against my back, and I can feel his cock pulse against me as thick precum leaks out all over my pussy.
I whimper, rolling my hips and letting that thick crown bump over my clit until the both of us are moaning and panting for more. Until I know there’s no way I can hold out any longer.
“You little fucking tease,” he growls into my ear. “Let me feel this tight little pussy slide down my big cock. I want you to take every inch in that naughty little bad girl cunt, and then I want you to bounce on my cock until your cream drips down my balls. I want your cum all over me when I fill you with mine. I want that candy-sweet pussy leaking all over my big cock when I let you have my cum.”
I sink down, moaning in pleasure, and when his fat head pushes inside, he groans, his hands tightening on my ass.
“Fuck baby girl.”
He keeps me there, hands gripping me tight as he lets me just barely move up and down. His swollen head slips in and out of my opening until I’m moaning for it, aching for it.
“Please,” I whimper.
“Please what,” he growls.
“Please daddy, fuck my little pussy.”
Diesel’s hands grip my ass, and slowly, he starts to pull me down. I cry out, my eyes rolling back in my head in pleasure as he slowly fills me, inch-by-inch. I shudder, ecstasy rippling through me as his huge cock pushes so fucking deep inside. I just keep sinking down, mewling and mumbling in pleasure until suddenly, I can feel his heavy balls press against me, and I know he’s all the way in.
I know I’m his, completely.
“Ride that cock, baby girl. Bounce on that fat cock and show me how bad you wanna come.”
I cry out as I slide up, his hands still tightly gripping my ass and his rock-hard body rippling behind me. When just his head is inside, I squeeze, loving the way he groans as I milk his head before I slowly sink back down. I move a little faster, and when the blanket falls away, neither of us even cares.
My breath comes panting, and my skin shivers in heat as I start to ride Diesel’s thick cock up and down. I slide up every inch before I drop back down, rolling my hips and relishing the feel of every single damn inch of his thick, gorgeous cock filling me up. One of his hands slides to my front, and when his fingers strum at my clit as we start to move faster, the pleasure ignites through me. His other hand grips my ass, and when he lets his thumb push lower and tease against my asshole, I shiver in wicked, forbidden ecstasy.
“Fuck that big cock, baby girl. Ride that cock like a naughty girl. Let me feel you milk the cum from my balls. Let me feel you come for my cock, angel.”
I cry out, bouncing faster, and harder, grunting and moaning as his fat cock plunges deep inside on every thrust. His thumb swirls around my ass, his other hand teasing my clit. And as I start to roll my hips and drive deep and hard down on his cock, my whole world starts to blur. My hands slide up to my breasts, pinching my nipples and tugging at the little barbells there as pleasure ripples through me.
“Someday, soon, angel, I’m going to bring that little toy of yours along for the ride. I’m going to watch your tight little ass open up for it while I fuck this sweet little pussy. And then I’m going to watch you come so good when you’re filled all the way up like that.”
I whimper, the filthy words melting through me.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl? I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing me so good. I can feel your slick cream dripping down. You want that, don’t you? You want me to fill your naughty little asshole up with that toy of yours while I fuck you. Two big cocks filling you up before you beg me to let you come.”
His thumb pushes into my ass, and even though it’s nothing like the thought of my toy, or him, easing into me there, it’s enough. It’s enough as I bounce up and down on his thick cock to send me reeling towards the edge, the orgasm starting to topple inside of me.
Diesel’s thumb rolls over my clit, and when his lips find my ear and his teeth rake across it, I know I’m lost.
“Take that cock, baby girl. Bounce that little pussy up and down and take it all. Take it all and come for me.”
His words growl into my ear as he rubs my clit in wet, slippery circles and starts to push his thumb in and out of my forbidden ass.
“Make that sweet little pussy come so good for daddy.”
I shatter.
I scream, turning my head and crushing my mouth to his as the orgasm tears through me. He roars into my mouth, his own hips thrusting and pounding, driving that huge cock in and out of me as I go crashing over the edge. The wet, slick, filthy sounds of his fat dick plunging into me fill my ears, and when he grinds into my clit, I come again, and again, the whole world blurring.
Diesel grunts, and I feel that thickness swell up and suddenly pulse so deep inside. I gasp at the feel of his hot, thick cum pumping into me, filling me up instantly as he groans and holds me so tight. He pulls out, his hips still thrusting as his slick, glistening wet and throbbing hard cock slips up and down my pussy, making me cry out as the head bumps over my clit.
More and more of his hot cum spurts in white ropes up into the air, coming down in sticky, warm splatters all over my tummy, and thighs, and my pussy, until I’m covered in him.
Covered, a mess, and on fire.
Feeling his cum on me feels like his mark. His claim. It feels like I’m his, and as filthy and naughty as it is, I just want him to pick me up and do it all over again. I want his cum on me, and in me. I want the taste of him on my lips and feel of him on my skin, always.
Our mouths tumble together as he slips his cock back inside of me and gently pulls
me down. He grinds into me slowly, letting me feel him as we just roll our hips like that and come down from our high. Our breaths mix, our tongues tease each other’s, and without even a word, I know what this is.
This is perfect.
This is everything I want.
This is the man I’ve fallen for. Even if it’s wrong. Even if it’s a scandal. I don’t care. All I know is, he’s all I want.
* * *
We stay like that until the fire burns low — me perched in his lap with his cock still hard and still filling me up. Eventually though, the flames flickering away, I shiver, and Diesel chuckles as he picks me up and stands.
“Let’s get you inside.”
He wraps the blanket around me as he tugs on his own boxers. His big arms scoop me up, and I giggle, my heart racing and feeling happier than I’ve ever been as he carries me towards the house. We pause at the side door, and when I pull him into me and kiss him slow and deep, I know this is everything.
I know he’s it for me.
I’m lost in that kiss. So lost, in fact, that neither of us hears a thing before suddenly, the camera flashes bright white across us both.
I gasp, my heart jumping into my throat. Diesel snarls, whirling with me in his arms.
My jaw drops.
Oh shit…
10
Diesel
“Well, now this is perfect, isn’t it?”
The guy speaking — the one holding the camera — is Danny, Alyssa’s manager. But my eyes only hit him for half a second before they’re moving past him, to the man standing behind him. They’re moving past Danny, narrowing to slits, and then clouding with blind, red, rage.
Because the man standing behind Danny is David fucking Prichard.
Something roars inside of me, like an animal tearing free, and I’m about to lunge for him with my bare hands ready to snap his wife-beating, child-abusing piece of shit neck. But he stops me with a shake of his head and raises his hand — a hand holding a phone that’s clearly recording a video.
“Smile for the camera, Diesel,” he chuckles.
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