Jilted

by Sawyer Bennett

  That's interesting. And validating.

  "And if it makes you feel any better," she continues, "there has been no one in my life that has compared to you as a lover. Not even come close. Brad wasn't my worst, but he wasn't great. He was one of those types of guys who goes straight for his own pleasure, and he's totally happy for you if you get there too, but he doesn't care if you don't. You're the exact opposite. I always feel it's never about you, and always about me. I don't know how you do that...make me feel that way. In fact, I'm not even sure you're real half the time because of the things you make me feel when you're fucking me."

  Goddamn I like that. A lot, because it's the exact way Eden makes me feel.

  The ringing of Eden's phone on the nightstand prevents me from responding. She lifts her head from my chest, slithers her naked body across mine to reach it, and then pulls up to straddle my hips while she answers it. She grins down at me as she says, "Hey, Colleen. What's up?"

  Eden listens as Colleen talks and I have no clue what she's saying. Don't care either. All I really care about is that Eden is straddling my hips with her legs wide, which means her pussy is on beautiful display. I'm hypnotized by my semen leaking out of her and dripping onto the base of my cock, which is starting to perk up with interest again.

  My hand slowly moves to touch her there, rub the slickness of me against her, but her hand slams against my wrist and locks tight. I raise my eyes to her, fogged with lust, and see her smirking at me as she shakes her head.

  The message is clear. No touching while I'm on the phone.

  I capitulate and push my hands under my head, giving her an accommodating smile and waiting for her to finish her phone call. When she's done, I want to fill her up again. My dick starts to swell at this thought and pushes up against her, but she ignores me.

  Finally I hear her say to Colleen, "Well, that changes everything. Of course I'll go."

  She listens for a moment, then nods at whatever Colleen says. "Okay...let me know when my flight leaves. Thanks, Colleen."

  Eden disconnects the call and tosses the phone onto the bed. Placing both hands on my chest, she says, "I'm going to have to go to LA for the weekend. The Screen Actor's Guild has a charity benefit every year, and they give awards to members for their philanthropy. I'm getting one for some work I did this past year helping to build schools in Ghana."

  "You went to Ghana and built schools?" I ask her. Talk about the fucking irony.

  She smiles and nods. "For two weeks in between films I did. Would have loved to have done more, but my free time is so minimal."

  "And yet you spend it working doing physical labor rather than sunning yourself on a tropical beach to rest and relax." And yes, there's part censure and part wonder in my voice over her work ethic fueled by her humanity. I always knew Eden had a big heart. I just didn't know how much she exercised it.

  "You weren't going to go originally?" I ask, because that was the vibe I got from listening to her end of the conversation.

  Eden shakes her head. "Honestly, I'm enjoying my time so much here, I just thought I'd forego it."

  "What changed your mind?"

  Those green eyes get soft with tender memories. "I found out one of the students I got close to while I was there is being brought here to present me the award. They were going to surprise me, but when I offered my regrets, they had to let me in on the secret. Of course, I'm going now. I can't wait to see Samuel."

  "What's his story?"

  "His mother died in childbirth, father not long after that. He was raised by his grandmother, but she died when he was thirteen. He was fortunate to be taken in by another family. He's fifteen now and so smart. He wants to come study in the U.S. and become a doctor."

  I smile at this woman who constantly reminds me she's so much more than a pretty face on a billboard. "You're going to have an amazing time."

  "I'll fly out Friday. The award gala is on Saturday night, then I'll catch the red-eye back." She leans over, brushes her lips against mine. "I'll be back so fast you won't even miss me."

  My hand goes to the back of her head, holding her mouth to mine, and I mumble, "I'll totally miss you."

  Eden pulls back and locks eyes with me. "Why don't you come with me?"

  "To a Hollywood awards gala?" I ask dubiously. "I'm afraid I'm fresh out of tuxedos."

  She snickers. "I can get you a tuxedo with the snap of my fingers."

  There's something about her offer that's intriguing and frightening. There's no doubt I'm curious as to how Eden lives. I have no doubt it's probably 180 degrees from where I am in life. But I'm also not keen on knowing the details, because it will only serve to reiterate that our lives are just too different to make this a long-term thing.

  And that just fucking sucks, because if you removed the little problem of our lives being rooted on opposite sides of the country, I'd completely buy into the notion that Eden and I would be amazing together again as a committed couple.

  As a couple in love.

  "I can see the hesitation, Coop," Eden teases me. She places her hand to my cheek, strokes her fingers over my temple and then through my hair. Her eyes follow her fingers' movements for a moment before her gaze slides back to mine. Her voice is challenging when she says, "Come on...take a walk in my world. It's not so bad, you'll see."

  My eyes narrow and I contemplate. "What will you give me if I go with you?"

  "Oh, so this is a negotiation?" she asks with a laugh.

  "Yup."

  Eden turns her eyes up to the ceiling and hums while she thinks. When she looks back down to me, she trails a finger down the center of my chest before she says in a warm, husky voice, "I'll let you have my ass."

  And just like that, my dick gets hard and she chuckles as she feels it nudging her while she straddles me. Her look goes dark, sexy, and promising. "I have toys you can use on me. Lots of toys to get me ready."

  "Jesus fuck," I mutter as my hands fly to Eden's hips to lift her up from my pelvis. She helps by going to her knees slightly. I slip my hand between us, grab my cock, and push the tip into her pussy that's still slippery from when I came in her not that long ago. Eden takes over from there and pushes herself down with a groan. My breath wheezes out of my body, it feels so good.

  "So, you're coming to LA with me for the weekend?" she asks to make sure while holding herself still on my dick.

  "Ready to go right now," I tell her as I try to buck upward to get her to move.

  Eden throws her head back and laughs. "It's only Wednesday. And you have to work. You can wait a few more days."

  "For that ass?" I ask incredulously. "I really can't wait. Let's do that right now."

  Her laugh deepens and she's thoroughly amused. "Waiting will make it better. You'll like my toys. They make me do crazy things."

  "Jesus," I mutter. "I'm going to come just thinking about it."

  "Then let me help you along," Eden murmurs in that silky voice that promises me I'll be seeing stars. She starts to ride me and all thoughts of LA and her toys are gone.

  And there's only Eden.

  Chapter 19

  Now we're getting kinky...

  Eden

  My house is something to behold, and not because it's a nine-million-dollar home in Pacific Palisades. It's a treasure because I stuck to my roots, purchasing a home that could easily have passed for a close cousin of Goodnight House. I may not have had a relationship with my grandmother, which prevented me from returning home, but this house confirms to me that I sure as hell missed my heritage. While not exactly like Goodnight House, it's similar enough, done in stucco with long white pillars and outdoor balconies that run the length of the house. Inside, the decor is traditional with custom crown molding, wainscot paneling, and coffered ceilings.

  On a street of houses that look like large glass boxes or haciendas, my house looks like it came straight from the South. When Coop and I walk in, I can't help but prattle on about the features, which include a media room, gym, and a we
t/dry sauna. The backyard includes an infinity pool that overlooks the canyon with the ocean in the distance. Coop listens to me patiently as I give him a tour, but I know that he knows I'm nervous to have him here. I'm terrified my world is going to overwhelm him. I'm also afraid how completely obvious it is by the house I chose to live in that I have some serious longing for those things I left behind that were a comfort to me, and I'm afraid that makes me pathetic.

  Coop got a very quick taste of my fame at the airport, as I was immediately recognized. Fans were whipping out cameras to take pictures. When we were about to exit the airport, I muttered to him, "Put on your sunglasses."

  "So I look Hollywood?" he asked with a laugh as he put them on.

  "Because there will be thousands of pictures of you snapped, and they'll look for that one that can be badly interpreted. Trust me, with all of the ways we move our facial muscles, invariably there will be one that probably looks like you hate me or something, and they'll pounce on it."

  "Are you shitting me?" His mouth was hanging open in astonishment.

  "Not shitting you," I told him grimly, and then we pushed out into the sunshine and were met with dozens of paparazzi with cameras. They like to skulk about the airport trying to catch any celebrity that comes through. I ignored them as we rolled our bags to a chauffeur waiting for us in front of a dark sedan with a sign that read GOODNIGHT. The photographers followed, crowded, got pushy with their snapping cameras and questions being thrown at me left and right.

  "Eden...are you and Cooper Mayfield in a relationship now?"

  "Eden...are you going to be filming with Brad..."

  "Eden...what do you think of Lilliana Prentice moving into Brad's home this past week?"

  I didn't respond, but that one was interesting. He didn't waste any time, and I'm assuming things were definitely over between Lilliana and her husband. I did wonder if Lilliana knew that Brad was at my house in Georgia just a few days ago trying to make things right with me.

  Coop follows me upstairs to my bedroom, carrying both of our suitcases. Colleen's coming over in a few hours to go over the legal documents to break my contract on Brad's film. She's also dying to meet Coop, so that's the real reason she's coming, although she graciously offered to pick up his tux we'd ordered for tomorrow tonight's award ceremony and deliver it to us.

  My master suite is beautiful, and it's the one room in the house that I actually decorated to my tastes. The rest of the house is simplistic, as I'm not here enough to really enjoy it. But my bedroom is where I relax, and I wanted it to reflect a peaceful design. My walls are done in silvers and slate blues, as are the roman shades in different patterns. My bed is actually a unornamented box frame with a square wooden headboard with a live edge, stained a dark mahogany. The wall facing the ocean is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows with a private balcony accessed by French doors. There is nothing more relaxing than to go to sleep with those doors open and feel the sea breeze coming in.

  The sound of Coop setting down the luggage catches my attention and I turn to face him. I clutch my hands in front of my stomach and ask, "So what do you think?"

  He doesn't say anything, but his expression says it all. It says, I love your house because you stuck to your heritage. I'm also sorry that this is about the only thing you've had to remind you of home over the years.

  Damn, intuitive guy.

  We'd stopped and grabbed lunch at one of the local restaurants off Sunset Boulevard, but there's so much to see and do around here I'm not really sure where to start.

  "What do you want to do?" I ask hesitantly, quickly changing the subject before he can give me an honest answer to my question. "I can take you sightseeing. Or we can go hang out on the beach. Shopping even."

  Coop walks to me, his long legs eating up the distance in no time. His hand slides into my hair at the back of my head and he grabs a fistful, tugging on it gently so my face tips back. He bends down, grazes his lips against mine, and murmurs, "I want you to get naked and get on your bed. I'm here in LA with you, and now I want what you promised me."

  My eyes go wide as pleasure skitters down my spine from the rough need in his voice. "Right now?"

  "Why wait?" he asks me, his hand gripping a bit harder, and the little sting to my scalp is exhilarating. Coop's always been control in bed, even a little forceful, but I felt he had more bristling under the surface, and my body responds to that prospect immediately. My legs get rubbery and my panties get wet.

  Coop turns my body around just by his hold in my hair and then gives me a gentle push toward the bed as he releases me. "Get naked, get on your hands and knees, and push that ass in the air."

  "Coop," I whisper as I freeze in place. I don't stop because I'm scared or nervous, but because I'm almost paralyzed with such potent desire my mind goes blank.

  Stepping up behind me, Coop moves my hair away from my neck and brushes his lips there. "You okay?"

  I nod, shiver...nod again. "Uh-huh."

  "Can you take my cock in your ass?" he rumbles.

  My entire body shudders. "Uh-huh."

  "And you got some toys we can play with to help you get loosened up first?" he asks, and I can hear the subtle humor in his voice.

  I nod again, then lift a shaky hand to point to my closet. "Pink box on the top shelf."

  Coop moves to the closet, gets the box I described, and brings it back to set on the bed. He opens it up and peruses the contents, his hands picking up various toys and examining them.

  "I fucking hate thinking about you using this shit with--"

  "I didn't," Eden breaks in, because she knew where I was going. "Not with Brad because he wasn't very adventurous. But before him, several years ago, there was--"

  Coop holds up a hand, the palm facing me as he continues to rummage in the box. "Don't want to know about it."

  I snap my mouth shut and try not to smile about his jealousy. Surely he understands I may have had an active sex life after we broke up, because I sure as hell know he probably had a more prolific one than I did.

  And yeah...I don't want to think about that either.

  Coop finally pulls something out, turns to me, and holds it out. "This is what we'll use."

  I swallow as I take in the glass butt plug that's not the smallest one I've got. It's been a long time and I know this could get...uncomfortable.

  But I also trust Coop and I know he wouldn't hurt me. I would have never trusted Brad with that toy Coop's now holding. He would have never understood how to use it other than with brute force, and I'm awfully glad that Brad was a dud in the sack.

  "Lube?" Coop asks, but there's nothing clinical in his tone. It's husky, warm, and tinged with lust.

  "Nightstand," I whisper.

  "Good," he says with a feral smile that should scare me but excites me instead. He nods toward the bed. "Naked. Ass in air."

  "Okay," I breathe out in a whisper, and start to undress.

  Coop stalks around the bed to my nightstand but he watches me the entire time. After he has the lube in hand, he comes back around the bed to where I'm removing my panties. He casually tosses the plug and lube onto the bed and takes over for me. His thumbs go into the elastic edge and he squats as he pulls the silky material down my legs. I gasp as he leans in, licks me between my legs hard before straightening again. My entire body feels taut and on the verge of snapping from the sexual tension he's already filled me with.

  "Crawl on the bed, Eden," Coop murmurs, even giving me a little push at the center of my back. I do as he asks, and because he'd told me previously to put my ass in my air, I go down to my elbows. Craning my neck, I look back to see him take the lube and crawl up behind me.

  "Aren't you going to get undressed?" I ask him.

  "Be quiet," he says in a low voice that's threaded with absolute command. I've never heard that tone from him, but my pussy absolutely trembles as it knows this is a different Coop I'm seeing. "Turn around and look straight ahead."

  A quavering breath relea
ses from my mouth and I do as he orders. I suck it back in just as quickly as Coop crawls up close, using a knee to sweep my legs to push them farther apart. Then his large, warm palm callused by his work covers my ass where he strokes it softly before dipping down. Bypassing my ass, his fingers go to my slick folds and he drags his fingers through briefly.

  A mere test, I know.

  He pulls them out, drags his fingertips down the inside of one thigh, and I can feel the trail of wetness it leaves behind.

  "You're so responsive," Coop murmurs, almost to himself. He sounds awed.

  I tense at the click of the lube cap and start to turn my head to look at him.

  "Face straight," he barks at me in a low voice, and my head snaps back. His voice softens. "Don't you worry about what I'm doing back here."

  And I don't.

  Worry at all.

  But I wish he'd get on with it. I'm dying from the anticipation.

  Cold liquid hits the very top of my ass crack and I can tell he's squirted a large amount. Very slowly, and very gently, he uses just one long finger to drag it down between my cheeks, where he massages around my tight hole. When he pushes just the tip of his finger in, I moan and my forehead falls to the mattress. My muscles contract back against him, and he pushes in farther until I can feel his knuckle grazing against the muscle of my ass.

  "So tight," Coop murmurs. "Hot...tight...perfect."

  I groan.

  Coop's finger is gone and I brace for the plug, but he moves off the bed. My head pops up and I turn to look at him. He grins at me and says, "Come up on your hands, baby. And spread those legs a little wider."

  Shamelessly, I do as he asks, knowing my backside is looking incredibly enticing, because he can't take his eyes off it.

  "Move forward," he orders. "Until you can grasp the headboard."

  Oh geez. He's not only going to fuck my ass, but it's going to be hard. I don't know whether to be scared or delighted.

  Again I do as Coop tells me, and the minute my hands latch on to the headboard, I'm surprised to feel him immediately come back onto the bed as the mattress dips. Then I feel the mattress moving, and something brushing past the insides of my thighs, then grazing my breasts. I look down and find Coop on his back--still fully clothed--and inching his way underneath me on his back until we're face-to-face.