Riding the Line (18 page)
His teeth closed over her bottom lip, held her captive as he increased his pace. He slammed into her with little finesse, just a hard grinding rocking presence that sent her spiraling into the unknown, into a sexual plateau she had never reached before.
Dakota groaned. ‘I’m gonna come, Robyn, right inside you, as deep as I can. God, I wish you could feel the heat of my come filling you, I want you to have it.’
Robyn couldn’t believe how turned on she was by his hoarse words. God, she wanted it too, wondered hazily how it would feel to hold his come deep inside her. She was on the pill, he was a good clean-living guy. Could she bear to risk it?
He started to groan, each deep thrust from crown to root pounding into her sex. He reached between them found her clit and set his thumb over her. Her body reacted like a live wire.
‘No, Dakota, I can’t take anymore, I can’t . . .’
‘Yeah, you can, come with me.’
He started to come and she fell with him, his thumb working her clit sending her into a frenzy of sexual pleasure. He slumped over her, his cock still pulsing within her, his breathing ragged. She wasn’t sure how long they lay tangled together, time measured by the frantic beating of her heart.
There was a knock at the door and a cheery voice said, ‘Room service.’
Dakota muttered a curse and hurried to pull up his jeans. Robyn managed to crawl behind the couch so that she was invisible from the door. She closed her eyes as Dakota spoke a few words to the guy and got rid of him. The savory scent of coffee and fries mingled with the smell of sex.
When she opened her eyes and crawled back, Dakota was placing the tray on the table in front of her.
‘Are you hungry?’
She smiled. ‘I am now. How about you? Are you too tired to eat?’
His answering smile was brilliant. ‘Nope, I feel great. That sex invigorated more than just my dick.’ He gestured at the tray. ‘Thanks for ordering me a burger. I need some red meat.’
Robyn eyed him cautiously as she headed for the couch. So much for wearing him out. He looked better than she did now.
Where on earth were her panties
?
Where on earth were her panties
?
‘Don’t worry about getting dressed, honey.’ Dakota grinned and patted his knee. ‘Come and sit here with me.’
‘You expect me to eat naked?’
His eyebrows rose. ‘Why not? It sure saves on laundry bills.’
With a sigh, she got off the carpet. She squeaked as Dakota wrapped his arm around her waist and planted her firmly on his knee. She wrinkled her nose as he picked up his dripping burger.
‘Don’t make me eat that.’
‘I’m not sharing, it’s all for me.’
He took a huge bite and focused on chewing. Fascinated, she watched his jaw muscles work on the burger. A blob of ketchup decorated the corner of his lower lip. Robyn leant forward and licked it clean.
He took another bite. Half the burger was now gone as he set it back on the plate. With a flourish, he picked up some fries.
‘Try these, honey.’
Robyn opened her mouth to speak and found the space filled with hot crispy goodness. She almost moaned as the taste swept through her mouth and then settled in her stomach. He picked up more fries and waved them in front of her nose.
She smiled at him. ‘You don’t have to feed me.’
‘I know.’ He slid another fry into her mouth, watched her eat it and then picked up half of her chicken sandwich. ‘Try this.’
She sank her teeth into the toasted sesame bun and enjoyed the succulent taste. One of the great things about being with Dakota was that she felt she could eat what she wanted. Being back in LA, surrounded by all the skinny people, had suddenly made her aware of her less than perfect eating habits.
‘Do you think I’m fat?’
Dakota paused, another pile of fries halfway to his mouth. ‘You don’t want me to answer that, right?’
She frowned at him. ‘Of course I do. What’s wrong? Do you think I’m fat?’
He sighed and put the fries back on the plate. ‘I hate this game. Women keep changing the rules.’ He focused his gaze on Robyn. ‘No, I do not think you are fat. I think you are perfect just the way you are, as long as you are happy with the way you are. Is that the right answer?’
‘How many sisters did you say you had?’
‘At least four that I know of. Of course, knowing Beau, it could be more by now.’
She picked up some fries and stuffed them into Dakota’s mouth. ‘You are the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t tried to tell me what to eat, how to dress or how to behave.’
He chewed hard, swallowed and returned his gaze to her. ‘You’re a grown woman. Why would I tell you what to do?’
Robyn sighed. ‘Because a lot of guys wanted to control me, I suppose. To some of them I was an investment or their meal ticket. For others, I think they felt they had to show me I wasn’t as good as I obviously thought I was.’
His expression softened. ‘It’s hard being a celebrity, right?’
‘Hard being a kid celebrity. Everyone was so used to me doing what I was told that when I first started to question the people who owned me, I was totally ignored.’
‘That’s probably why you did all that crazy stuff.’ He nodded wisely. ‘Classic anti-celebrity behavior.’
‘Now you’re starting to worry me. You sound like Doctor Phil.’
She fed him more fries and put the rest of his burger in his hand. He devoured it in just over a minute and waited for her to finish. His lips were greasy from the fries and more ketchup dotted his chin. With a sigh, Robyn leant in to him and licked him clean.
He chuckled, the sound loud in her ear. ‘I like this personal grooming stuff. Do all movie stars get this?’
She nipped his lower lip. ‘You are not a movie star yet, just a lowly bit-part player.’
Dakota pretended to frown. ‘Yesterday you said I should act like a star.’
‘Today I’ve changed my mind.’
He kissed her on the mouth. ‘I could get into this Hollywood lifestyle. Naked women feeding me, licking me clean, letting me lick them back . . .’
‘You haven’t licked me.’
‘But I’m gonna.’ His hazel eyes lit up as he surveyed her breasts. ‘You’ve got mayonnaise on your nipple.’
‘I do not!’
Robyn tried to look down but Dakota was too quick for her, his mouth latched on to her nipple and sucked hard. It was far too much of an effort to push him away, especially as her body was responding with such enthusiasm. He lifted her off his lap, settled her on the couch and knelt in front of her. He drew her knees apart and moved in close.
‘I love licking you.’
Robyn shivered as his tongue flicked over her clit, and then circled lower to probe inside her. She was already open and slick from their earlier lovemaking, her body quick to respond to him, eager for more. He drew back a little and frowned.
‘I can’t say I like the taste of condom lube, though. I’d better make sure I get you real wet so that it doesn’t interfere with my fine-dining experience.’
He bent his head back down and continued to lick at her, slow careful swirls of his tongue that made her grip his shoulders and arch her back, pressing her pussy into his face.
‘Yeah, that’s better.’
He slid two fingers inside her and flexed them. All she could hear were the wet sounds of her own passion, the slide and glide of his mouth and fingers over her swollen aroused flesh. Her climax built slowly, controlled by his skilled mouth and hands, rising in intensity with every deliberate stroke of his tongue.
Dakota growled as her hand slid into his hair and gripped him tight. He loved touching her. He loved the way she got so wet so fast for him. Her hips jerked toward him and he shoved his tongue and fingers deep inside her to feel the inner clench of her passage against his flesh. His cock pulsed in time to her climax making him as horny as hell.
With a grin, he sat back and stared at Robyn’s prostrate form. She opened her eyes, the glow of sexual completion slowly being replaced by suspicion.
‘Why did you stop?’
‘Because I want to be inside you and I want my bed.’
He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and marched toward the bedroom.
‘Dakota Scott, put me down. I’m not a frickin’ sack of potatoes!’
‘Never said you were.’
He dropped her on to the bed and came down over her before she even stopped bouncing. She lay on her back, her breasts heaving. He locked her wrists over her head within one of his hands and slowly removed his jeans, wincing as his overexcited cock grazed the zipper.
‘I like you like this, under me, ready to be fucked.’
‘Now there’s a surprise.’
He licked her taut nipple and then blew on it. ‘You don’t like it?’
She moved restlessly underneath him, her flat stomach caressing the underside of his cock and balls. As if he had all the time in the world, he leant across and took a condom out of his washbag. She licked her lips, her gaze moving from his face to his cock and back again.
‘Aren’t you too tired for this?’
‘I’m never too tired for sex, honey.’ He opened the packet and slowly rolled the condom down over his shaft.
‘But you have to be up really early tomorrow and I thought you had to call your brother . . .’
He rearranged their positions, fitted his hips between her thighs and slowly entered her. She sighed and gripped his shoulders.
‘I’ll call my brother after we’ve finished this round.’
‘This round?’
‘Of sex. It’ll give you time to recover before I have you again.’
He didn’t wait for her to voice her outrage; he simply covered her mouth with his own and worked his tongue in the same rhythm as his thrusting cock. He didn’t care how early he had to get up. She wasn’t going anywhere without him tonight . . .
Dakota grinned as he tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the adjoining sitting area. Robyn lay face down on the bed sleeping like a baby. It had taken him three sessions of lovemaking to wear her out, but it had been worth it. He checked the time and hesitated. Jay wasn’t the type of guy who went to bed early but it was almost midnight. Dakota shrugged as he punched in the number. Hell, Jay had put him through all this crap he deserved to be woken up.
‘Hey.’ Jay’s voice sounded gravelly.
‘Hey, it’s Dakota. Where the fuck are you?’
‘Hang on.’
Dakota waited as he heard the sounds of the TV being muted and a door closing.
Jay came back on the line. ‘I know, I’m supposed to be at the shoot but we had a bit of an emergency.’
‘What’s up?’ Dakota frowned into the phone. ‘Are you OK?’
His brother gave a reluctant laugh. ‘I’m fine. Helen was throwing up.’
‘Is she OK now?’
‘She will be . . . In about six months or so.’
‘Helen’s pregnant?’ Dakota fought a laugh. He couldn’t imagine Jay’s formidable partner, Helen, dealing with the joys of motherhood. She’d seemed way too focused on her career to give it up.
Jay chuckled. ‘Yeah, she’s pregnant and not too happy about it. I reckon she thought, seeing as she’s a doctor and all, that everything would go perfectly for her. She didn’t count on being sick as a dog for three months straight. I had to take her to the ER yesterday because she kept passing out.’
Dakota cleared his throat, reluctant to pry into his older brother’s personal life. ‘But, puking apart, she’s OK about this?’
Silence hummed on the line and then Jay let out a long satisfied breath. ‘Yeah, she’s OK. It wasn’t planned but I think she’s coming around.’
‘Then congratulations and when are you going to be here?’
‘Shit, Dakota, it’s all about you, isn’t it?’
‘Yeah, always has and always will be.’
Jay laughed. ‘I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow. I think Helen will be pleased to see the back of me. Apparently me trying to be nice makes her nervous. How’s it going anyway?’
‘I’ll tell you when I see you.’
‘That doesn’t sound good. Aren’t they treating you nice?’
Dakota glanced around the immaculate hotel suite, thought about the Mercedes, the free food and the obsequious production assistants. ‘Nope, they treat me like crap.’
‘Well, I promise to sort it out when I get there. See you tomorrow.’
‘Yeah, goodnight and congrats on the baby again.’
Dakota ended the call and walked across to the window. Far below him the road still teemed with traffic, an endless line of red and white lights snaking into the distance. He rested his head against the cool sheer glass. There was no way he could be mad at Jay for not turning up. If his lover was pregnant, he’d put her first too.
Jay had sounded thrilled, although he’d tried to hide it. Who would’ve thought his brother would want to be a father after having endured Beau for all those years? Perhaps Jay saw it as a chance to make good on his father’s mistakes. Dakota wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. What if he fucked them up just by being who he was?
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