“Then let’s head to my room. We’re gonna need a really big bed for the rest of the things I have planned for you.”
“You have things planned for me?”
Laughing heartily, he carried me through the house, still perched on his cock. “I’ve done a lot of daydreaming about all the things I’d like to do to you if you ever ended up back in my bed. And I intend to try every one of them.”
“Should I be scared?” I asked with a slightly panicked giggle.
“Only if walking again was something really important to you.”
I laughed harder. “Well, I do kind of need to walk for my job, you know.”
“True. I’ll promise you this, then. In the near future, you’ll be reminded of exactly where I’ve been and what I’ve done to you, because you will throb with every step you take.”
Just hearing those words had me throbbing. “I guess you’re just going to have to prove it to me,” I taunted and he chuckled wickedly.
“Challenge accepted.”
“Stars Dazzle on the Red Carpet at the Movie Buff Awards, but the Real Story on Everyone’s Lips is Who was Z McCartney’s Date?”
~Living In Style Magazine~
Chapter Thirteen
Z
I was pretty sure I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Aubrey was currently blindfolded, and tied spread eagle to my bed. I’d spent the last several hours “torturing” her glorious body over and over again, in every possible position I could think up. It was safe to say there was not one inch of her skin that I wasn’t incredibly intimate with. I’d touched every part of her and made her come so many times she was practically hoarse from it.
So was I, but I wasn’t finished yet. Right now, she was my prisoner, albeit a very willing one. I loved having her lying here, helpless, except to feel the pleasure I wanted to give her.
Lightly trailing my fingers over her, I skimmed her breasts, watching as she arched beneath me, clearly asking for more. Kneeling between her legs, I slipped a finger inside her and she gasped, bucking. I knew she was tender from all the times we’d been together, but that was what made it so fun. Her nerves were so heightened and over sensitive now, she could come with almost a single touch.
Bending over her, I bit a pebbled nipple, and she moaned loudly as I continued to flick it with my tongue, before moving to give the other side fair treatment.
Continuing to move my finger inside her, I enjoyed feeling her rock against my hand, searching for more. “What’s the matter, babe?” I asked, enjoying her distress.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she begged, clearly unashamed.
“Do you now?”
“Yes, please.”
Shifting, I crawled up beside her head and straddled her. “Then open your mouth.”
She did so without hesitation, and I slipped my dick in, knowing this wasn’t what she meant, but I liked playing with her. Plus, she’d always seemed to enjoy giving me head for as long as I’d known her. I wasn’t ever going to complain about that.
“I like fucking your pretty mouth.” Slowly, I pumped my cock through her lips, using my hand to rub the base since hers were both currently tied up. “Do you like it?”
She nodded, and ran her tongue around it, causing me to tremble and groan as she continued to worship it.
“It’s your own fault I like this so much. It’s from all those times you gave me head in the past. You know that, right?”
She nodded again, unable to reply since her mouth was fully occupied, but a small whimper escaped her.
“What’s wrong? You want this thing somewhere else?” I couldn’t help my grin as she nodded again. Withdrawing, I moved away, settling between her widespread legs and attacking her with my mouth, my tongue delving inside her slit.
“Zane!” she practically screamed, bucking against me, and I continued my assault, tongue to clit. “Holy shit! It’s too much! I’m too sensitive.” I could feel her legs straining to clamp against my head, but she was tied too securely.
“Just enjoy it,” I instructed and continued to lavish her.
“Oh. My. Hell!” she screamed out, her body arching hard. Glancing up, I enjoyed the sight of her squirming in pleasure and I slipped a finger inside to stimulate her even more.
Her ear-piercing scream threatened to make me go deaf, but I didn’t stop, feeling the walls inside her quivering.
“I can’t! I can’t take anymore!” she yelled, thrashing her head from side to side.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, grinning.
“Yes! No! Oh my gosh, I don’t know!”
Sitting up, I knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock against her. “I think you need one more ride.”
Plunging inside her, I quickly withdrew and slammed into her again, grinning as she started whispering what sounded like a prayer.
“Want me to stop?” I asked again. I didn’t want to do anything to her that she didn’t enjoy.
“If you stop now, I will personally kick your ass,” she replied, urging me forward.
She didn’t need to ask me twice. Laughing, I grabbed her hips tighter, pounding into her as hard as I absolutely could. My dick was practically raw from all the times I’d fucked her over the last several hours, but that wasn’t going to stop me from banging her hard one last time.
“Shit!” she shouted. “Shit! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The long piercing wail echoed through the penthouse, as she lifted her hips, trying to press harder against me.
Boobs bouncing up and down as I drove into her, her nipples were so tight and erect that just the sight of them made me start to spurt.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I shouted as I emptied myself inside her yet again. I hadn’t actually been counting, but I was pretty sure tonight had been a new record for me. Sure, there had been times that I’d been drunk, stoned, high, or all three for that matter, and known I’d had a lot of sex, but I was confident that no one had ever gotten me as turned on as Aubrey did. She made me want to quit life just to be her sex slave. I never wanted to get out of a bed that had her in it. She was electrifying.
Collapsing beside her, I reached over and slipped her blindfold off, kissing her on the cheek. “Thank you for the best fucking night of my life,” I whispered as she turned to stare at me. “Literally.” I grinned. “I hope we’ll get to do this again soon. You know, after I recover from this one.”
She laughed. “I’m afraid I’m going to need some down time, too. Otherwise I might swell shut if you keep riding me like this.”
“But it was fun, wasn’t it?” I slid my hand down her naked body and flicked her clit, just to make her quiver one more time—which she did, before I moved on to releasing her from the restraints.
“You’re so mean. You know that?”
I shook my head and grinned. “No. I’m not mean at all. I’m really nice. How would you like to take a shower with me?”
“Is someone coming with a wheelchair to help us get in there?” she moaned and I couldn’t help the burst of humor that came from me. She was still funny. I loved that about her. I loved everything about her.
“Come on, wimpy. I’ll carry you.” I quickly released her from the bindings and raised her off the bed, carrying her into my massive bathroom.
“Oh my gosh! Does every room in this place have floor to ceiling glass? It must be like living in a fish bowl!” She eyed the glassed in shower before looking back to the window. “Do you like baring it all to the world?”
Chuckling, I moved to where a small box was on the wall, and set her down in front of it. “See this? There’s one in every room of this place. This controls the windows. The glass has a privacy shield up that causes the windows to become reflective from the outside. Anyone trying to look into this place will only see a reflection of themselves. If you press this button, daylight blinds will come down in between the panels of glass. And if you press this button, those panels will shift and block out all light completely, so it’s like nighttime. I
t all depends on the mood you’re in. I usually leave the blinds open because I like the view. But you can rest assured that no one has seen the incredible show we’ve been putting on all night.”
She slapped my arm. “You told me all the neighbors could see.”
“And it made the sex even hotter for you, didn’t it?”
Blushing in the moonlight, she nodded. “I guess so. It made me feel horribly . . . naughty.”
I kissed her next to her ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. I really like it when you’re feeling naughty.”
“Don’t you even think about being naughty right now. I’ll be lucky if I don’t need a wheelchair at work on Monday.”
“Shit! It’s Friday, isn’t it? Damn. I forgot you had the weekend off. I can’t even call you from the facility.” Releasing her, I moved to the shower and turned the water on for the multiple shower heads, so it could heat up. “Can you come visit me?”
“I . . . I’m not sure.”
She was back to the stuttering. Something was making her nervous, and I was pretty sure I knew what it was.
“Look, don’t worry about your job. I won’t tell anyone what happened between us. Besides, it’s not like you were at work or on the clock.”
“Actually, I kinda was. I was supposed to be keeping you out of trouble though, not getting us both into it.”
“Technically, you were not on the clock for your work. I’m the one paying your wages tonight.”
“Perfect. So now I’m a prostitute. I can add getting paid for sex to my resume. That ought to go over well.” She frowned and I could tell it really bothered her.
“Your pay has nothing to do with the sex that happened tonight. You know that as well as I do. If anyone is the jerk, it’s me. Paying you makes me your boss. I just fucked my employee. You can sue me for sexual harassment.”
Relaxing, she smiled. “You have my permission to harass me any time.”
“You liked that, did you?” I smiled, and tweaked her chin, before pressing a light kiss to her lips.
“You have no idea how much.”
“Oh, I think I do. I may have to see a hearing specialist tomorrow and send out letters of apology to my neighbors.”
She snickered. “I wasn’t the only loud one. Between your shouts and that banging headboard, I’m pretty sure you might need a drywall repairman in the morning.”
“Hell no. If there’s damage to the wall I’m leaving that sucker like a badge of pride. If people ask if I’m sleeping with you I will refer them to the wall so they know there is no sleeping going on in that bed. That bed is made for some seriously hard fucking.”
Giggling louder, she hugged me, pressing her deliciously naked body against me. “I’m happy you still have your amazing sense of humor.” She gasped, backing away and glancing down to where my hard member stood erect and proud between us. “Oh! My! Gosh!” she enunciated each word. “You cannot seriously be hard again already!”
“What?” I asked innocently. “You rubbed that hot body of yours back up against me. Things are gonna happen. I’m hardwired to respond.”
“Get in the shower,” she ordered. “We need to get you cooled down.”
“I don’t think a cold shower is going to help.” I shrugged helplessly. “What can I say? You do it for me. Hardcore.”
“So I’m learning, but we’ve spent way too much time having sex. You should’ve been back to the facility by now.”
“We left the after party earlier than planned. It’s probably still going on.”
“I still need to speak with you about all this, though.”
“All right, all right. I get the message. Play time is over—for now.”
Grabbing her hand, I dragged her under the water with me, feeling more content than I had since—well, since I’d left her behind.
“Z McCartney Leaves After Party Early with Mystery Date in Tow!”
~Insider Extra~
Chapter Fourteen
Z
“Would you like some coffee?” I asked as I led Aubrey into the kitchen, both of us wrapped snugly in a couple of my bathrobes. I loved seeing her in my clothes.
“No, thank you. If I drink any coffee now, I’ll never get to sleep later, and I feel like I’m going to need a lot of sleep after tonight.” She slipped into one of the barstools around the island.
“True, I guess I will skip coffee, too. How about juice or water?”
“My throat would greatly appreciate a glass of water.”
“One water coming up,” I said, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of Evian. I opened it for her and placed it on the counter. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else? Any food? I’m not sure what I have but I can scrounge up some crackers or something, I bet.”
She shook her head. “I’m okay. Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure why, especially after all we’d done tonight, but she suddenly seemed more tense—more formal with me somehow, as if she didn’t know who I was anymore.
I didn’t like it.
Watching, I waited for her to take several swallows. After a few moments she set her drink back on the countertop and began fiddling with the tie on her robe.
“You want to tell me why you’re so nervous again? You have nothing to be worried about with me. I’m not going to run off or ditch you, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
Glancing up, I noticed tears were in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to seem all edgy, but I kinda am.”
“Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” My heart rate was increasing just from the way she was acting, but I tried to appear calm and cool. Maybe she was going to pay me back, and dump me like I did her. Heaven knew I deserved it. But no, that wasn’t Aubrey’s style. At least not the Aubrey I’d known, but a lot could change in ten years. Hell, I was barely recognizable.
Clearing her throat, she blew out a heavy breath, as if trying to gather some courage. “I need to tell you something—something I kept from you.”
Dear God, she was married. I could feel it in my bones. There was no other reason I could think of that would make her so worried. “All right,” I said, my voice still sounding steady and sure, but only because I was acting. “Let’s hear it.”
Biting her lip, more tears filled her eyes, dripping down her cheeks. My first instinct was to comfort her, but I knew she needed to say whatever awful thing she had to tell me first. I felt like my whole life was hanging in the balance.
Her eyes never left mine and I saw the intense sorrow in them. “When I came to LA to see you all those years ago, it was to tell you that I was pregnant with your baby.”
Everything around me started spinning and I gripped the counter tighter, attempting to steady myself. I hadn’t even considered this possibility. “What?” It was all I could manage to croak out, barely able to process her words.
“I’m so sorry! I had intended to come back and tell you later, but I was just so angry. Then everything with your career took off in a big way and the next thing I knew you were dating some movie star and I didn’t know what to do.”
“Are you saying . . . that I have a child?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around what I was hearing.
“Yes.” Her voice was so chalk full of emotion she could barely speak, and I had to strain to make her words out. “You have a beautiful nine year old son. His name is Dustin.”
Dustin.
I had a son.
A son.
A son.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Joy burst through me—followed quickly by fear and then anger. “Good lord, Aubrey. How could you keep something like this from me for all these years?” The hurt of her secret was almost more than I could bear. It almost trumped the one I’d been hiding.
All this time, I had a real family sitting here in the same town, right under my nose. All this time, I’d suffered with the mistake I’d made in leaving her behind, only to find out she’d been keeping an even bigger secret from me. I co
uldn’t take it. The hurt was so deep I didn’t know how to process it.
“I’m so sorry,” she hiccupped out. “I . . . I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how.”
I couldn’t do this. Not right now.
Turning to the refrigerator, I opened it, automatically reaching for a cold beer—a beer that wasn’t there anymore because Penelope had poured them all down the sink. Frustrated, I slammed the door hard.
“You can’t drink anymore, remember?” she reminded me in a timid voice.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want!” I snapped back at her, the shock of her words hitting me. “And no one can stop me! Especially not you! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me this days ago?”
She was trembling and cowering away as she hunched down into her stool. “I didn’t tell you because I was shocked to find you there at first. And then later I was worried about what it might do to your recovery—with good reason, it appears.”
“What the fuck did you expect?” I ran a hand through my damp hair.
“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you before all this happened, but—”
“But I was determined to have you first,” I finished for her. It was my own damn fault tonight. She’d told me repeatedly that she needed to talk to me about something important. I’d just assumed she wanted to talk about her feelings or the past. I wasn’t ready to talk about my past.
I ran a hand over my face. “I’m sorry, too; for yelling at you just now.” I really was. I didn’t want to lash out and hurt her even more. She’d obviously been through enough at my hands already. “Shit! I can’t even fathom what this means.” She didn’t speak, silent tears continuing to fall down her face and suddenly I felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. Moving around the counter, I gathered her in my arms. “Aubrey, I’m so sorry. If I’d had any idea of what happened, I would’ve come running back, begging for your forgiveness.”
Apparently those words didn’t comfort her because she fisted her hands in my robe, like she was clinging onto me for dear life, and sobbed even harder. Unspeaking, I simply held her, letting her cry her eyes out as a few tears of my own managed to escape as well. How’d the two of us manage to fuck things up so royally?
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