Undeniably Yours (Bass Cole) (Torn Series) (7 page)

Eight months later…

Greece

Alexia and I were talking as I slowly told her that I couldn’t keep her here during filming. You see
, I always had a woman with me during filming. The last one was Lydia.

If I wanted to be an asshole I could keep Alexia around, but I didn’t want to insult Emma. Even though she was the last person I wanted to share the cottage with, I didn’t have much choice left in the matter because there wasn’t another one left, unless she decided to move into the bigger villa, which had been chosen by most of the older folks.

Even though the fucking sight of her made my heart contract a thousand times harder than before, I still respected her. So, I had to do the whole goodbye spiel to Alexia. She didn’t throw a fit; after I sent her off with half a million dollar check, of course. She was supposed to stay with me for almost three months, which would’ve given her time to accumulate all the things she could’ve possibly gotten from me during her stay; that was how it always worked out.

So when Alexia hopped inside her ride, I decided to knock on Emma’s door.
For what exactly? Maybe to apologize for my rudeness earlier, perhaps?

I was an ass because I was not at all prepared to see her again. She had blown my mind standing there
; right after I fucked Alexia. Not only that, but I had run to her and held her close. Then, the moment I snapped out of my funk, I got reminded how I hated being this close to her again without being able to have her.

Emma easily messed with my head, and I despised that she had that power over me.

So imagine my surprise when she wasn’t in her room when I knocked and then opened it to emptiness. Normally, I would be already out, mingling with the other actors and getting to know them well. However, this was different. Emma was going to be the woman I would get to have on set.

My body burned at the thought of having her naked body against my own. Excited didn’t even cover what I was feeling right now.

Debating on what to do, I decided to wait on her until she got back before going out of the cottage. I went to go shower while I was at it.

Ten minutes later, I was out and about, donned in a pair of black surfer shorts, when I pulled out a beer from the fridge before strolling out on the patio to enjoy the sight of the Aegean Sea.

When my ears picked up the heavy thud of the door banging to a close, my heart started to run a marathon.

Time to face the woman who haunts me at night…

Spinning around, I strode inside to greet her, however what greeted me was an angry looking Emma. I wasn’t surprised after my treatment of her earlier. I wanted to say,
it was good to see you after so long
, but we both knew I would be lying, so I didn’t waste any damn time getting to the point.

“Where did you go?”

She made a strange, confused expression before she looked at me like I was asking the most peculiar of questions. “Why?”

Why? Was she serious? “I was worried.”

Her eyes darkened, zeroing in on me. “Well, don’t. You can go ahead and keep screwing Alexia. I’m going to take a nap. Oh, and please stop making her scream like she’s getting murdered because I might just murder you both if you interrupt my sleep.”

This Emma was familiar… the jealous one. She liked me still? What about Carter? Was he still in the picture? Fuck. “I sent her home.”

She looked offended before she gave a quick shake of her head. “Why would you do that?”

Because one look was all it took—again—to have me worshipping you at your feet
, but alas, I kept that to myself. “You’re here. We’re sharing a house together. I don’t want to offend you. I apologize for my attitude earlier. You just caught me by surprise. I didn’t expect you to be just standing there, listening while I had sex with another woman.”

She was getting riled up. I could tell as she folded her arms, eyes sending war signals at me. “I wasn’t listening on purpose, Bass. Hell, I bet the entire island heard her scream. I honestly don’t care about your sex life,” she harrumphed and turned around to leave, but I caught her arm, not ready for her to dismiss me just yet.

Eight months of pushing this woman from my mind. I had made vows, yet fuck, look at me now, I was becoming a fool. Guess what, though? I didn’t care anymore. “Let me make it up to you then. I’ll make dinner tonight and we can dine outside on the patio.” I smiled down at her, feeling drunk the more I stared into her eyes.

She hesitated before shutting me down. “I’m going out tonight. I got invited to a party.”

My hold tightened, hoping she wasn’t making dates with other men. “Party? Where?” I inquired, my voice cutting.

She took a moment, studying my face before punching me in the gut with her overly bright smile. “With Dimitris Kosta… in Athens.”

I knew she was single, I just fucking knew it. It was in her eyes when she had studied my body the first time. It had been a look of invitation; one she had never given me even though she’d yearned for my body before. Then a few hours later, she’d already secured a date with one of the most sought after playboys in Europe. One of her co-stars that she was going to get naked and intimate with; Dimitris fucking Kosta. Fucking great.

“You barely just got here and you’re already going on
a date?
Are you fucking kidding me?” I was almost screaming at her. It didn’t help that her stupid smile was now taunting me.

“See you later, Bass.” With a quick wave, she left me like that, walking away towards her bedroom.

I was acting like a possessive idiot, I knew it, too. Yet I couldn’t help my reaction when it came to her. Emma had the ability to unman me without lifting a hand to do a thing.

I had a couple of option here; one, stay at the villa, or two, stay in Athens and commute with a helicopter on a daily basis like Dimitris Kosta planned to do.

Option two was more feasible because Athens had a healthy nightlife and God knew I needed all the distraction I could get now that Emma was around.

All of my ideas went out the window the second I saw her come out of her bedroom, sashaying her hips provocatively as she strolled towards the living room.

Aw, hell to the mother fucking no! She was dressed like… LIKE… she wanted… sex. “I do not believe this! Go change, Emma!” Was she purposely trying to make me jealous? Because I was a living, breathing possessed man now.

She simply gave me a smirk, taunting me further. “You wish.”

My eyes hungrily raked all over her body, wanting to hide her in the room and never to let her out. I didn’t want men looking at her like she was dessert. I fucking hated the
thought
of it alone. “Your skirt is indecent, your top is too revealing and those fuck-me heels need to go.”

Her smile got wider. Bigger.

Yeah, she definitely was trying to drive me crazy. She was being successful at it, too. God, I was literally going crazy here. A strangled groan wretchedly came out of my lips when her fingertips touched the end of her short skirt, raising her brow at me.

“It’s not that revealing. I’ll be okay as long as I don’t bend over.”

Before I could muster a response, a knock came at the door, interrupting my life.

Emma gave me a secretive smile. “That must me my ride. Have a good night, Bass,” she shot out before sauntering past me.

I could’ve stopped her—I could’ve reached out and yanked her back inside—but hell, I couldn’t move. I was simmering in my own jealousy, to the point that I became immobile.

“Fuck!” I screamed, thinking of Dimitris Kosta and how he was probably thinking of what to do with Emma tonight. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” This was not good.

I better take a chill pill before I had a seizure or something because, honestly, I was past bonkers.

Bass-
hole
, you said?

As expected, I manned the door as if my life depended on it. The second I heard her step out of her ride, my hand was gripping the door handle in a flash. When I heard her rummage through her purse, I yanked the door open, hoping to get some damn answers about her night, but what greeted me, riled me even more.

She was flushed, eyes way too glassy and she was grinning like she was high or something—
hold on, was she?

“You’re drunk!” I accused.

“Ah, Bass-
hole
, how are we doing tonight?” The inebriated Emma shoved past me and calmly went straight to the kitchen to get some water, uncaring that I was at the tipping point.

I huffed out a few breaths before I shut the door and followed her route towards the kitchen where the woman was now chugging an entire glass of water. Boy, wasn’t she just thirsty. Wonder what she’d been up to tonight.

“Why are you home so late, Emma?”

She tipped the glass back, taking all the water until the very last drop then slammed the glass down and spun around to face me. “The green-eyed monster got you, baby? You should be happy that I didn’t say
yes
to Dimitris’s offer to stay the night with him.” She strode towards me with a determined look—confident and lustful—stopping just before she touched my chest. We were eye to eye as she studied me with scrutiny before she shamelessly cupped my balls.

I was momentarily shocked from her blatant attitude. This new Emma definitely was out to get me—badly—and boy, did my blood hum for her.

“Does jealousy eat you alive?” she rasped out, squeezing my hardness a little tighter than before.

My breathing hitched as I tried to let out a strangled groan, but the vixen wasn’t done fucking with me yet.

“How much do you want me, hotshot?” Emma threw the gauntlet down.

How much?
She had no idea just how much. Could she not see—
feel
—how much she affected me?

With an evil grin, I plucked her off her feet and carried her to my bedroom before I placed her on her on the floor. “Don’t move. Let me do everything.” I wanted to savor every second because I had dreamt of this moment… and those dreams could not beat reality.

“Lift your arms.” I instructed. She automatically did as told.

Slowly, I took off her clothes, leaving her in a skimpy thong. My eyes devoured her beauty while her eyes were closed as she panted heavily I couldn’t stop my gaze from roving over her perfection.

“Open your eyes, Emma. I don’t want you to mistake me for another man.”

Her eyed snapped open; blue eyes pinned me down, deadly. “Trust me, Bass, I
know
it’s you.”

It was all I needed to hear before my forefinger traced a path from her neck to the base of her spine. My nostrils burned to smell her skin all over. My tongue tingled for the anticipation of tasting her ambrosia. My heart—my heart simply thudded because I was holding her.

She was my dream come to life and I was going to savor every luscious detail of her. I was going to take it slow, take her to new heights; ones where she hadn’t been before. This was going to be memorable, for her and for me.

She was unforgettable. So I was going to make damn sure that her first night with me was going to be one she wasn’t going to forget. Tonight would be merely a teaser; the right time was yet to come.

Pulling her golden mane to the side of her neck, I exposed the delicate spot that I knew drove her wild. Softly, my lips began trailing kisses down her back, taking time to plant each one before slipping lower. Kneeling down, I slowly angled her until her lower bottom arched towards me as I carefully peeled the last scrap of clothing away from her body. My kisses resumed, although once I got to her delectable ass, I darted further in.

Once I got to the heavenly crevice of her butt, I stuck out my tongue and immediately felt her tense up. Massaging the sides of her butt cheeks, I left kisses on the slit, hoping to ease her worry. The best was yet to come, and I wasn’t going to halt until she was spent from coming.

“Step aside and bend over with your hands touching your toes,” I told her.

A sharp hiss came from her, but she never voiced out a complaint, which showed she wanted this as much as I did.

I couldn’t help licking my lips when I watched her slowly position herself to my liking; bent over, clutching her toes with her ass up in the air, ready for my annihilation. The mere sight of her alone in
this
position had already made me spurt my pre-cum. Yeah, I was way more excited than what I let on. Tonight, however, was her night… Emma. I was going to worship her; her body, her beauty.

She was one of a kind, unique, and I was going to take extra time and effort to make sure she knew that she was damn special.

From the base of her butt’s crevice, my thumb slowly glided down until it reached her soft, sensitized area. A growling gasp was rendered from her when my thumb purposely grazed her anal entrance. I wanted the entire process to be slow—so excruciating that she was going to be in pain from the need. Want. I was desperate for her to crave me as much as I craved her. This method would take patience and extra attentiveness, and I was going to get there, come hell or high water.

My treacherous thumb went further into her wet folds, stroking until it reached her hot button of pleasure then went back down to tease her entrance. Her pussy was scorching hot—a furnace—and God only knew how much hotter it was going to get once I stuck my digit inside her opening.

My enchantress was panting, gasping for air as she squirmed about, trying too hard not to scream her frustration for me to get a move on.

My eyes watched my thumb circle inside her, softly pressing in and out of her while I listened to her whimper my name.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Emma?” She made a guttural moan, gasping and begging for more with her eyes closed.

Inching my nose closer to her pussy slit, I inhaled her scent before I buried the tip of my nose in and glided upwards. My tongue stuck out to gather her nectar as I glided it until my lips reached her anus. My tongue circulated around, prepping her for my next ambush.

I inserted my thumb inside her rectal opening. Emma yelped, tensing at my intrusion. She immediately opened her mouth to say something, but I halted her protest when I stuck my middle finger inside her pussy.

“God, Bass!
Uhhh
—what—” she heaved out, slightly shaking, before I heightened my momentum. “
Oh God!
” she cried when my finger started twirling and sliding in and out of her juicy cunt. The more wetness that seeped out, the more I gathered towards her clit, slathering it all over her labia.

Watching her reaction to my touch was such a turn on for me. I didn’t need any completion of my own, this alone was enough.

“Do you want more?” I rasped out, unwilling to slow down. Nothing was going to stop me, not even if this cottage was taken down by a storm.

“As much as you can give me,” she implored.

“That’s my girl.” I kissed her pussy lips before I pulled my fingers out of her stretched holes. Emma immediately sighed with relief.
We’ve barely just begun, my beauty
. I smirked at the thought of her believing that it was almost over. We were far from it.

Getting to my feet, I arched down to slowly kiss up her spine, starting from the base as I slowly helped her up until I reached the back of her neck then I slowly massaged the back of her head. Her position wasn’t intended for long, but I was going to make sure she got her circulation back before I resumed my onslaught.

Emma leaned against my chest, sighing as she lavished the feeling of me massaging her head.

“Ready?” I whispered into her ear before she gave me a smile then a nod.

Cautiously, I carried her towards the bed, carefully placing her on the edge, enough for the top part of her body to be laid down while the rest hung against the side of the mattress. I knelt before her, eyes connecting with hers before I cupped her ass and pulled her a little bit further down with her slicked lips much closer to my tongue.

Emma arched her body, lifting her soaked cunt towards my face, begging for me to finish her with an orgasm. “Bass…” she moaned, biting her bottom lip.

Oh baby, keep saying my name like that and I might end up taking you now
. My cock twitched as I absorbed the picture of her before me, begging to be fucked.

My tongue curled atop my bottom lip as I spread her legs open wide then folding them and planting her soles against her butt cheeks. “Hold onto your legs. Don’t let go until I tell you to, understand?” I commanded before taking hold of her hands and situating them where I wanted her to hold on until I was done with her.

My hands were now splayed and pressed on her inner thighs as I applied more pressure and pushed them further apart, opening her to the hilt. The sides of her folded legs were touching the bed, all wide and completely accessible to me; mine to do with as I pleased.

“I won’t let go until you tell me to,” she promised.

My wicked smile resurfaced again. “Good girl, Emma.”

Blowing air against her exposed slit, I wanted some of her wetness to subside because she needed to feel the full impact of what I had in mind next. Pulling mints out of my pocket, I opened the tiny tin can and popped six little blue squares into my mouth then softly sucked out the sweetness they brought to my tongue.

My eyes glittered as they focused on her exposed genitalia. Emma, bewitched and entranced, watched as I puckered my lips and slowly blew the minty breath on her sensitive pussy all the way down to her anal entrance, ever so slowly, before going back up again.

Emma shivered as her pussy released more wetness.

She likes it
, I mused before my freshly mint-tipped tongue stuck out and ran through her cunt with one, quick, hungry swipe.

I could see her pussy clench through her opening and I knew that she was on fire—tingling and quivering—for more. My tongue gradually and excruciatingly ravaged her pretty pussy.

Reaching out for more mints, I dropped a couple inside her opening, watching it get wet and slowly melt into her core. The liquid mint lured me in, my tongue probing into her before I flicked it back and forth, slurping all the sweetness onto my tongue.

Unabashed, Emma was now screaming with her hips lifted off the bed.

With her screams urging me on, I focused on her sweet button and started to slowly nip on the sides of her pussy lips before two of my fingers went into her wetness while my thumb went in her other opening.

“
Bassss!”

I was drowning in her. She was beautiful. What I could make her body do was even more electrifying. I knew, without a doubt, that she and I were going to be explosive in bed together. She was carnal, open for anything, and most of all, she gave me free reign on her body. That alone was a feat.

Without ado, I hooked my fingers like a grapnel inside her grid, zeroing in on her sacred g-spot. My ministrations were relentless and it didn’t take long until she was shaking; her body gearing up for her orgasm. With my thumb inside her ass, my teeth biting in between the twisting and the flickering of her clit and with one other finger hooked on her g-spot, Emma violently trembled, screaming the house down with each wave that was unleashed from her body.

While she was riding on her orgasm, I didn’t stop. Instead, I became feral, wanting her body to be pushed to the extremes until it couldn’t take anymore.

My mouth was dripping wet, but I wasn’t perturbed. I kept going. Pulling my thumb out, I used my free middle finger and traced her pussy’s wetness down to her ass. Sliding it down, wetting it before I stuck the middle finger in her anal entrance.

She bellowed when it started all over again. Orgasms rocked her supple body over and over and over again. Back to back to back, the crazy multiple orgasms were merciless.

“Bass, please, stop. I can’t take it anymore. I want you in my mouth,” Emma begged and sobbed, hoping to end her agony.

It was the way she said my name that truly moved me away and made me look at her blushing face. Without wiping my lips of her essence, I grinned down at her with wicked intent as I hovered above her naked body.

From the top slit of her lower lips, my tongue slowly licked upwards; past her navel, to the valley of her breasts, to her gorgeous mounds, her neck and then stopped on the tip of her chin. A soft moan came out of her lips when my hot tongue glided on the outline of her lips in such a slow, sweet, lingering motion. Her kisses were what I craved more than anything. Yet, for some reason, I held back. Instead, I kissed the tipped of her dainty nose.

When she reached down to unbuckle my jeans, I moved sideways, not ready to go further just yet.

“No, don’t do this,” she whimpered, but I wasn’t ready to take it there; not when I hadn’t even kissed her.

I could—easily—but something was amiss. We hadn’t really figured things out yet. I needed to know where her thoughts were when it came to me because I was all in. Was she? Even if she wasn’t, I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. If she was willing to go all the way, she needed to be mine—someway, somehow—even if it entailed only her body.