by Natalie Lux
His abs made me salivate as I ran my hands across them, taut and hard, letting out a tiny gasp as my hands worked his huge pecs. He was so goddamn sexy as I finished off his biceps and down to his wrists, his smirking gaze never wavering as he watched me slather him from head to toe.
“You missed a spot,” he said softly.
“I did, didn’t I?” I teased, my confidence growing even more. Before I knew what I was doing, my hands had moved down back in between his legs and my fingers began to trace a line across his thighs and straight towards his cock.
I let out a tiny gasp as I wrapped my fingers around his dick, so large now I needed both hands.
“Keep going, babe,” he said, leaning his head back.
I couldn’t say no to him. I began stroking him slowly, our bodies almost totally lubed up. I couldn’t look away as I massaged him quicker and quicker, my hands moving up and down in deliberate strokes as he groaned in pleasure.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered as I moved a hand to his balls, cupping them as I felt my pussy twinge with aching desire.
But my body craved more. I knew I wanted him and there was nothing I could do to stop myself. I bent down, my ass sticking straight up in the air as my lips descended onto his throbbing cock, wrapping around all the way as my head plunged down.
My body quivered with pleasure as I began to bob slowly up and down on him, tasting the sweet, salty precum that had formed on his head. He gave another moan of pleasure and gently put his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down onto him.
I took him all the way to the back of my throat and gasped as I pulled him out, repeating that faster and faster until I was almost out of breath. I could feel his cock start to swell more and more with each plunge.
I was getting close to orgasm myself, even though I hadn’t even touched myself. I groaned on his cock as I continued to suck him, grinning up at his handsome face. I felt him put his hand on my butt as I sucked him harder and harder.
I gave a soft yelp as I felt a finger press against my asshole and push its way inside my body. I’d never had anything up there before, but I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure now coursing through my body as his finger went deeper and deeper.
“You like that baby?” he groaned as I nodded onto his cock, my tongue covering every inch. I felt myself lose control suddenly as I latched onto his cock with my lips and start to cum for him, harder than I ever had before, his hand tight on my ass to keep me in place.
At the same time, I heard him grunt as his cock began to pulse in my mouth, jets of white-hot cum squirting into my mouth and down my throat, flooding me with his creamy load. I continued to suck until his cock was done pumping, making sure to get every last drop.
“Fuck, we can’t just stop there,” he said when he’d gotten his breath back. I couldn’t have agreed more.
“Oh my God, just like that,” I heard myself groan as he pinned me face down on the bed and began to fuck me from behind. In all those years we’d been together as teenagers, we never did anything but missionary. Reid seemed to know how to hit each of my special spots and before long I was coming all over his bed again, moaning his name over and over.
But when it was over, a feeling of dread settled over me. I watched him pull his clothes on for the day, looking sexier than any man alive, but I knew I couldn’t have him. He needed to know he couldn’t have me.
“Look, Reid, you know I’m only here for a few days, right? I’m going to my dad’s wedding and then I’m going back home. You can’t come with me.”
Even as I said the words, it stung to hear myself say them. It was the last thing I wanted, but I had to remind myself that it couldn’t happen. A few days and that was it. I expected him to protest but he just shrugged, grinned, and pulled on his loose button-up.
“You’ll change your mind. I know you, Eva Campbell. I know you more than any of your exes, more than your friends, more than your family. You’ll come back.”
“I don’t think you understand, Reid. I can’t be with you. We both have our own lives out here. And I still haven’t forgotten what you did to me all those years ago. That kind of thing is hard to forget.”
He just shrugged again.
“I told you, that was a long time ago. What do you want me to do, beg your forgiveness for the hundredth time? I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. There’s not much else I can do. And look at you now, you seem to have gotten past it.”
“Well I haven’t,” I whispered, pulling my clothes on. I didn’t want to look at him now. The pain of those memories was still fresh in my mind and I didn’t need them to be brought up again. He pulled on his boots and looked back at me at the door, his expression hardened.
“Eva, you want me just as much as I want you. You can keep lying to me, but you can’t lie to yourself.”
“I-I just don’t know if I can ever trust you again,” I said, turning away.
“I’m not asking you to trust me. Just stay with me for as long as you feel comfortable. If you think we’re finished, then fine. I won’t bother you anymore and we’ll go on with our lives.” He sighed. “Look, I have some work to get done. Hang around here or go back to your dad’s, I don’t care. You know where I’ll be.”
And with that, he strode out the front door, closing it behind him with a snap. He was one hundred percent right about one thing at least. I did still want him. Right now, I wanted him more than anything in the world.
I had to be careful getting back home so Sheila wouldn’t think anything had happened. The last thing I needed was her being afraid I was going to attract some unwanted attention at the wedding. Sadly, my efforts were in vain as I walked in on her and my dad eating breakfast at the kitchen table.
They looked up at me with surprise as I walked in, probably looking like I’d just gotten laid.
“Hi honey, want any toast?” my dad asked kindly, pretending he didn’t notice my appearance. Sheila was much less subtle about hiding her surprise at the way I looked and rolled her eyes at my dad.
“I’m fine, thanks, dad. I think I’m going to lie down for a little bit.”
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just get me for the rehearsal.”
“It’s not until tomorrow,” said Sheila in a clipped voice. “If you had been around last night, you would have known that.”
I ignored her and went upstairs. She hadn’t changed very much at all. I wondered what I’d done to make her hate me so much. Did she feel like I wouldn’t accept her because she wasn’t my real mom? Did she want dad’s money all to herself?
My dad was the vice president of the main bank in town and made pretty good money. I wouldn’t say I was spoiled growing up, but I was well off ever since he’d started working there many years ago. Now, he was on his way up the ladder and was doing amazing for himself. I just hoped that if Sheila was after his money, he’d be able to see through her.
Ever since my mom had died when I was sixteen, my dad hadn’t been the same. His personality was still there and he was still the same wonderful man I’d grown up with. But he’d gotten weaker. His resolve wasn’t quite the same. He’d met Sheila almost a year after I left and they’d been together ever since.
It had been a long relationship, so I could understand why they wanted to get married after six years, but I still didn’t know what my dad saw in Sheila. Sure, you could call her a knockout. She was much younger than he was, only a few years older than me. But she was nothing like my father, at least that’s how she came across to me. Maybe it was an opposites attract type of thing. But my dad seemed to like her enough to marry her, so that was fine with me.
But Sheila wasn’t my main concern right now. Now, I just wanted to pick out a nice dress for the rehearsal tomorrow and figure out what I was going to do about Reid. I looked around my old bedroom, smiling fondly. My dad had kept it just the way I’d had it all those years ago. All my old dolls still stood silently on the shelves right next to
all the movie star posters plastered along the walls.
Would 12-year-old me be proud of what present-day me had accomplished? Sure, I always dreamed of becoming an actress, but I didn’t know if I was really happy now. Honestly, the thing that made me happiest had been when Reid touched me. Even though the voice in the back of my mind kept coming back and saying, “you can’t have him, you guys are at different points in your life,” I couldn’t help but fantasize.
The truth was, being with Reid had made me the happiest I’d been in years and I couldn’t deny that. Even though we’d had our big falling out years ago, I couldn’t help but still be attracted to him. It didn’t help that he’d grown into himself, either.
I needed to get out of the house. As the afternoon dragged on, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his cock filled me up, his warm hands exploring every inch of my body, his tongue glued to mine, the way he pleasured me over and over…
Around five o’clock I decided enough was enough.
Reid wasn’t hard to find. He was at the gym, of course, his tank top accentuating his massive pecs and the sweat glistening off his chiseled body as he lifted silently, a determined expression on his face. It was all I could do not to jump him right then and there.
“Nice pump,” I said, grinning as he put down a barbell with about 4 weights on each end.
“How’d you find me?” he said, grinning back as he took his earbuds out. My God, it wasn’t fair how hot he looked. His biceps were calling to me, I swear.
“Just a hunch you’d be at the gym. You want to grab dinner later tonight around six?”
I’d been thinking about it a lot and decided I wanted to spend some time with him. Get to know the adult version of him a little more. Sure, I was torturing myself; every time I looked at him, I felt a combination of arousal and dread, knowing I couldn’t be with him. But I couldn’t help myself. I was going to enjoy these few days I had with him, no matter what.
“Sounds great to me. Can I give you a lift back into town?” he’d said. I could still hear the desire in his voice. I shook my head, knowing I’d probably never make it back if I went with him. Even though we’d released some of the tension last night, it was still there, plain as day. Which meant we’d need another release ASAP.
“I’m grabbing an Uber back home. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. See you at six!”
I tried ignoring all the texts and missed calls that were flashing across my phone screen on the way back home. My agent was probably ready to flip out at me for leaving Colton all by himself back in LA.
Luckily, no one had seen my little encounter with Reid, so at least he wouldn’t be bombarded with any paparazzi yet. I could only hope they wouldn’t show up to my dad’s wedding since he’d kept it quiet, but someone I’m sure was bound to figure out the reason I’d come back to my hometown.
I picked out a sexy, silky, red dress for tonight and a sea-green one for the rehearsal tomorrow. I had to figure out how I was going to present Reid to my dad tomorrow. Of course, he was going to replace Colton as my date, but my dad had never met Reid before even when we were dating in high school.
I didn’t know how my small, polite, quiet dad would react to someone big, tough, and intimidating like Reid. I was also afraid of how the prim, proper Sheila would react to seeing a burly, tattooed hunk as my date, but I hoped my dad could keep her in line. I was excited to show him off. I remembered as a kid, Reid was as sweet and charming as anyone when he wanted to be. That was part of how I fell in love with him. Everything would be fine.
15
Eva
“You look stunning,” Reid remarked as I stepped out of my car, my red dress billowing around me. I smiled at his compliment, trying to hide how much it meant to me.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I replied, eyeing him up and down. He looked as sexy as ever, wearing a long-sleeve white button-up with long pants and boots. I could see the outline of his pecs through his shirt and it made me want him all over again. That can wait, Eva. You can have him later.
I had an idea of where I wanted to go, but no one really wore dresses down at Harper’s. Reid had told me to dress up for somewhere fancy, so I wanted the sexiest dress I had. I didn’t think it would fit in at Harper’s, but he seemed to have an idea.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked brightly, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
“Well, you decided to dress up, so the bar is out of the question,” he said with a laugh.
“Hey, give me a break, I wanted to look special for dinner tonight, I don’t care where we go. Plus, you did tell me to dress up, asshole,” I said, punching him playfully on the shoulder.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t kidding when I said you were stunning.”
I smiled again, blushing in spite of myself.
“Anyway, we can go to Benji’s down on First street,” he said, unlocking his truck.
“Sounds good!” I said, climbing inside. I hoped dinner would be a low-key affair, but I knew everyone would have their phones out ready to snap a few pictures. Maybe they’d even ask me for an autograph or two. The thought wasn’t pleasant, but at least I had Reid to protect me just in case anymore drunk assholes decided to bother me again.
By the time we got to the restaurant, it was already dark out. Benji’s was a semi-fancy American-style restaurant on the edge of town that must have opened up when I was in LA. I didn’t recognize any of the servers or cooks, but they seemed to know who I was. I ignored the stares and whispers and followed the hostess to our table. Without thinking, I slipped my arm through Reid’s, even though I knew what kind of a shitstorm it might cause with the media. Fuck it, he was mine tonight, media be damned.
“Enjoy your meal,” said the hostess, blushing as she made eye contact with me.
“How long did all this take to get used to?” asked Cole, gesturing to several gawking people, both employees and diners. A few had pulled out their phones and were snapping some photos of me.
“You should know, Mister football star,” I said, smirking.
“Yeah, but everyone’s bored of me here. I’m just another guy. You, on the other hand, are the talk of the town, Miss movie star.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me. To tell you the truth, I’m still getting used to it,” I said, sighing a little. I knew as soon as the press got word of where I was at, they’d send some professionals down here in a heartbeat. What’s Eva Campbell doing in Illinois? Why did Eva Campbell leave her boyfriend? Who’s the mysterious new man Eva Campbell is with?
I’d had several years of experience dealing with paparazzi and fans, but it was still my least favorite part of being an actress. I just wanted to act. Even without the fame, I would have been happy. Hell, I’d probably be way happier.
A perfect example was our poor server. She was barely eighteen, her eyes fluttering nervously as she tried not to make eye contact with me, staring at the floor. She looked as nervous as I’d ever seen anyone. I felt bad; I didn’t want people to be nervous talking to me because I was famous. I knew some couldn’t help it, but it just made me uncomfortable. Sometimes I contemplated retiring and just going back to a normal life because things like this got old.
“H-hi, I’m Mindy,” she said, turning pinker than the hostess. “I’ll be your server for tonight. What can I get you?”
“I’ll have a Miller and a deluxe burger, medium well. Get her the same.”
“I’m on a diet!” I hissed across the table, trying not to smile. Reid just grinned and waved his hand, causing the server to blush even more. “That’ll be all, darling,” he said smoothly. Oh, fuck it, why not? I was going to pig out at the wedding anyway, might as well start now. But the waitress wouldn’t let us off that easy.
“Y-you’re Eva Campbell, aren’t you? From Hunter’s Creek, right?” Her face turning a darker and darker shade of red with each word. It looked like she’d been out in the sun way too long befor
e she started her shift. “I loved that show and-and you were one of my favorite characters on it. I’ve a-always really liked you and… oh I-I’m sorry, it’s just I’m not used to serving celebrities,” she said, blushing again.
I smiled. She wasn’t the first waitress to get star struck and she certainly wouldn’t be the last. I had plenty of practice dealing with fans, so I’d gotten used to the celebrity treatment by now.
“It’s okay, Mindy. Yep, I’m Eva Campbell. It’s nice to meet you.”
She looked as though she might faint on the spot, but she recovered and said, “Be right back with your orders!”
“Wow,” said Reid, a smile playing across his handsome face. “I don’t even think I could make a girl blush that much.”
I threw my napkin at him, laughing. “Well speaking as a girl you’ve made blush many times, I think I’d have to disagree with you.”
He laughed. “That’s true. Don’t worry, before the end of the night I’ll make you do more than just blush,” he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. God, I wanted him right here and now even though I knew it had to wait.
Soon, we had our food and it was much easier to ignore the sounds of cameras snapping, people chattering, and waitresses whispering.
“So what have you been up to for the last seven years? Besides becoming a big football phenom,” I asked him, taking a big bite of my bacon burger. It was a good thing I let him order for me – this massive thing was to die for.
“Oh, nothing special,” he said, averting his eyes.
“Come on, you can tell me,” I said, curious.
“Well after you left I-I had – I ended up in the National Guard for a few years before directly transferring to school. My term just ended a few months ago, actually. Thankfully it didn’t take up too much of my time.”
