Lucky Star: A Hollywood Love Story (26 page)

She snickered, and pulled her hair back from her face. “I think I shocked Broderick when I realized that he was trying to buy me off for so little and started negotiating so aggressively with him.” She pulled her knees up close and rested her cheek against them, her face turned toward me. “In the end, I got him to agree to a $14,000 raise, five weeks of paid vacation – one of them at his place in Maui or Provence – and a half percent on the opening weekend tally for movie.” She stared at me expectantly while I did the math in my head.

Holy shit. She was going to make more from
The Ties That Bind
than I was! My beautiful, smart, wonderful girl. I started laughing so hard my abs hurt from the force of it. When I finally regained control, I pulled her tight against me. “That’s my girl.” I dropped a kiss onto her forehead and leaned back to look in her eyes, understanding why she’d been so hesitant to tell me. “You were about my reaction because you thought I would misconstrue how that looked, weren’t you?

She nodded. “You’d already accused me of betraying you even though I’d had absolutely no motive to do so. I thought if you learned I’d taken “hush money” from Broderick assume that had been part of the initial agreement. It wasn’t, I swear,” she proclaimed.

“Hush,” I said, easing her onto my lap and holding her close. “I know that.”

We sat together in companionable silence until the cold from the stairs seeped into my clothes and I felt Sarah shivering in my arms. I eased her off my lap and pulled her back with me toward the car.

“That’s not all though,” she chimed, laughter in her voice.

“Do I even want to know?”

“Yesterday after you left I had to get Broderick to sign off on some permitting paperwork and when I entered his office, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Dare I say, he looked guilty? I’d never seen him anything remotely resembling chagrined, but he was. So, um … I kind of preyed on that until he sweetened this deal. Well, me and Shanna.”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around her from behind. I knew she’d been nervous but I kind of loved that she was sticking it to him the only way she could – in his wallet. “How’d you manage that?” I asked into her neck, walking us over to the back of the SUV to gather our luggage.

“Like I said, I had help from Shanna. She called almost immediately after you left to ask about a caterer I’d found when she threw her sister’s baby shower a couple of years ago. We got to talking and one thing led to another and by the time we were done she told me she thought what Broderick was asking us to do for the sake of his movie was unconscionable. She said she’d do anything she could to make it easier on us and I told her about Broderick giving me ten days off before I needed to report for work again in Vancouver. When I mentioned I thought he felt guilty, she laughed and told me he should. Then she told him it was time he paid the piper. I admitted to her about the promotion package and she’d told me I hadn’t gotten enough out of him and then she took the phone number for the rental agent while muttering something about her stupid, meddling husband.” She used her fingers to make air quotes around the meddling husband bit so I’d know those were Shanna’s words, not hers.

I barked out a loud laugh that came straight from my gut and soon she joined in. It felt good to stand there and just let loose. I was thrilled to know Sarah had someone in her corner looking out for her, especially since I’d done a shit job of it myself.

“It’s good that you’ve got Shanna on your side, working her nefarious little back channels,” I said, carrying our luggage from the car to the side of the house. Sarah followed while she brought me up to speed on a few other choice words Shanna had shared about her husband, the studio, and their overwhelming stupidity.

“She told me she was going to talk to him and try to make him call off the PR goons. I don’t have high hopes though. If it were just Broderick I’m sure she’d be able to fix things, but with Aerin involved, there’s no way we’re going to be allowed to officially deviate from the plan.”

She was probably right but in the meantime, I’d do some back channel investigating of my own. “What’s the code?”

She pulled out her phone and brought the confirmation email from the agency up on her screen. “Four, two, one, six.”

When I finished punching the numbers into the built-in combination lock, I nudged the door with my boot and stepped over the threshold. “Holy shit.”

Sarah stepped in after me and let out her own awe-tinged expletive. “Fuck me.”

The ceiling was easily twenty feet tall and was lined in gleaming wood planks that were echoed on the floor beneath our feet. To our right was a true chef’s kitchen featuring state-of-the appliances in brushed stainless steel, while straight ahead was a wooden staircase made from a lighter wood soared up the side of the wall, leading upstairs. To our left, some very stylish, very contemporary furniture was centered around a floor-to-ceiling stacked stone fireplace topped by a thick rough-hewn wood mantle that was easily a foot thick, which had a fifty-inch plasma television resting above it. The house was one the nicest I’d ever been inside – a perfect mix of classic, modern, and rustic – but it was nothing compared to the view outside. Ten-foot windows spanning the entire width of the house framed a gleaming redwood deck that led down to a spruce forest just beyond, while a narrow boardwalk path winded its way through a tangle of ferns down to the beach.

I dropped our bags ten feet inside the door and turned to Sarah with a huge grin on my face. “You hit the jackpot, baby. Either Broderick feels truly terrible or Shanna is a miracle worker.”

I spread my arms wide and Sarah launched herself into them, wrapping her legs around my waist while planting a full, open-mouthed kiss on my lips. I held her body tight and walked us over to the couch while she ran her tongue down my neck, nipping and suckling as she went. I sat down with a thud, her body straddling mine as she touched and explored me as best she could through all the layers of clothing I wore: down jacket, long-sleeve flannel, wool undershirt. Attempting – and failing – to run her hands against the bare skin of my abdomen and chest, she let out a quick, frustrated laugh and leaned back.

“Yeah, I don’t think this is going to happen like this,” I said, tugging at my jacket and pulling it down my arms.

“Damn clothes.” she muttered, but didn’t move to get off me. Delaying my de-robing, she stayed where she was and captured my mouth in another frenzied kiss.

As much as I looked forward to having her naked body pressed up against mine, I didn’t mind the kissing so much. It felt so good after so long to just be able to savor her the way I wanted to. I knew she felt it when my dick twitched in my jeans because she moaned into my mouth and pressed herself into me harder. Through the barrier of the many layers of clothes we wore, I could feel the heat of her against me. Reaching for the waistband of her leggings, I dipped my fingers just below the elastic. I groaned into her mouth when I felt her bare skin. Not wanting to wait another moment, I started to drag her pants down her hips, but she stopped me.

“Let’s just enjoy this for a second,” she croaked, rocking her body against mine, slow and steady, back and forth.

I gripped her hips and held her still. “You feel so fucking good,” I managed to say through a haze of desire so thick I could barely breathe. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.” I nudged my hips against her, pictured the length of me stroking against her soft, waiting pussy. I held her close, gentle but firm, and as she rocked against me, I pushed against her, harder than before. A few more strokes of my hips against her and she came apart in my arms. Capturing her her lips with mine, I swallowed her orgasm as she moaned out her completion.

I continued rocking beneath her, knowing I could bring her to orgasm again quickly if I nudged her in just the right place, with just the right pressure, but my plans were denied when she pulled away. Before I could beg her to stay where she was, to let me touch her, Sarah slid down the length of my body and dropped onto her knees in front of me. She dragged her nails up my thigh, teasing me as she circled the bulge in my pants, and then continued upward until she reached the button of my jeans. My zipper lowered, she tugged at the waistband of my boxer briefs, and the engorged head of my penis sprung free from the confines of the material. Lifting my hips, she maneuvered the fabric down my hips, just low enough to give her access to my throbbing cock. I held my breath as she leaned forward and dragged the width of her tongue up along the vein that ran the length of the underside of my cock and, reaching its head, she looked up at me, her eyes hot and greedy. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Oh Jesus Christ, she was going to kill me. I’d been imagining her lips wrapped around my dick since Vancouver and she knew it. Sarah eased her lips downward, taking every inch of me in. Sliding up and then back down, she sucked her cheeks in around my hard, thick flesh and a few moans escaped the back of her throat and hummed along my skin, adding to the feel of her hot, wicked mouth sheathing me tight. As her mouth and tongue snaked over me, she fondled my balls and then sucked them into her mouth as well. As she played with them, I tried to hold back because I didn’t want to come yet, didn’t want to end something that felt so fucking perfect, but what she was doing with her mouth and hands felt too damn good. When she took the length of me to the back of her throat, I pumped harder and and she hummed with satisfaction, her mouth locked around me. I thrust faster and harder into that wet, warm hole, own moans escaping in the process. She locked her lips around me and held me to her.

“Oh god … oh fuck …  I’m going to come,” I cried out, weaving my hands through her hair while my cock jerked and twitched in her mouth. When she cupped my balls in her hands and rolled them between soft, firm fingers my orgasm broke free. Screaming her name, I came hard, shooting my hot, salty cum inside her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed everything I gave, confident in the power she held over me in that moment, knowing she reduced me to a writhing, panting, incoherent mess like no one else ever had.

I scooped her up from the floor and set her on my lap and, tasting myself on her lips, I claimed her beautiful, talented mouth with all the pent up longing I’d been holding back. I infused this kiss with all of the passion I had for her, wanting to remind her what it could always be like between us. I couldn’t get enough of her, wanted her body to yearn for me as much as I yearned for her.

Breaking our kiss, I shifted our position so that she took my spot on the couch and I knelt before her. Taking her foot in my hand, I began to undo the laces of her boots.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh …” I threw first the right and then the left boot behind me where they hit the ground with a thud. When it was my turn to run my hands up the length of
her
body, I tortured her with slow, steady strokes of my hands until I reached the warm, damp juncture of her thighs. I could smell her arousal through the cotton and it made my mouth water in anticipation of her honeyed juices on my tongue. Pulling her leggings down her strong, luscious legs, I tossed them over my shoulder where they joined her boots on the other side of the room. Finally, blessedly, she was bare to me.

“Fuck, I love it when you don’t wear underwear,” I lowered my face to nuzzle against the thatch of red curls between her legs. Sarah squirmed as I teased my way around her pussy and before long, she begged me to taste lick her clit.

“That feels …” When I sucked the folds of her sex into my mouth her thought fled. She shivered, she trembled, and when I glanced up the length of her body, our eyes met and she looked dazed. Holding her eyes with mine, I parted her and ran my finger down her slick, wet, heat.

“So fucking hot,” I whispered, working my finger over the length of her opening. “So soft and wet for me.” When I licked her with the full width of my tongue and slid my finger into her welcoming cunt, she moaned and writhed. Sucked in her breath as with one finger, then another I pumped in and out of her, each caress finding its way to that magic spot that made her eyes roll up in the back of her head. My tongue flicked her clit, fast and insistent, then slow and languidly, and her back arched and her hips bucked as I fucked her with my hands and mouth, and when she came, she screamed my name.

Even though she’d come, I wasn’t done yet. I hadn’t gotten my fill of her sweet, pussy juices all over my mouth. I wanted to be able still taste her on my tongue when I woke up in the morning. I continued to lick and lathe with just the right amount of pressure against her clit, only easing up when she writhed and told me she couldn’t take a second more. And when she relaxed and I started all over again. I wanted own her body; have her see me across a crowded room and grow wet. Every part of me was focused on every part of her, the pleasure I got as I pleasured her.

“Cameron,” she breathed out. “Please,” she begged. “Please, please, please,” her cries for release a whisper in the air.

I gave her what we both needed, fucked her with my lips and finger until I felt the fluttering of another orgasm flicker over my tongue. Before it hit, I lay back and pulled her down on top of me, trapped myself between her perfect, milky white thighs. Taking her hand, I placed it on my cock and helped guide me to her slick, juicy opening. She rose up and hovered over me, the tip of my shaft barely touching the wet heat of her pussy, teasing me with her lips as I had teased her with mine. My cock grew impossibly large and my balls constricted. I couldn’t wait another second to sink into her perfect heat; my home. Grabbing her hips, I thrust my cock up, driving into her over and over again. The held on to my shoulders as I gripped her hips and pushed into her welcoming warmth with my straining shaft. Within moments she came apart, her orgasm rocking through her as I joined her in oblivion. My own orgasm hit, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I didn’t know where I ended and Sarah began, our bodies one infinite loop of pleasure that I would gladly die from, her pussy my only salvation. My body was sated, my energy depleted, but I still wanted her with a driving fierceness I could only explain as pure, unadulterated greed.