Action (Hollywood Nights (Book 7)) Read online

He laughed. “Not normally. There was a bad incident and I never went back again. Until tonight.”

  “Incident?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” He made a face that convinced her she didn’t want to either. “Do you want to tell me why you leave the lights off and don’t touch yourself?”

  “That’s obvious. I’m not little. I’m not petite in any way. I’m used to guys looking at me like I’m a weirdo because my hand is as big as theirs.” She looked at his throat.

  She felt his arm shift until his hand was pressing against her casted hand. “Not even with the cast.”

  She could not control the smile. Her toes stretched again to rub the top of his foot. “I can’t tell you how nice it feels to be physically overwhelmed by a man.”

  “Hmmm,” he said and his left eye did the squinting thing as his cheek lifted. “I can tell you how physically horrible it is to be overwhelmed by a man, but that is usually because there is one or more of them attacking at full speed.”

  “Have you ever been overwhelmed by a woman? I mean not size wise, just…have you ever just felt…” She stopped. “Forget it. I don’t know where I was going with that.”

  He moved his fingers across her lips and said, “I felt pretty overwhelmed when these full, beautiful lips of yours touched the base of my cock.”

  She smiled. “I was determined.”

  “Yes you were.” He leaned in and licked her lips. He pressed his lips against her and rolled her to her back. “Break’s over.”

  “I thought you were hungry.” She arched her back as he captured her nipple between his lips, suckled, then nipped.

  “I am.” He pulled her legs apart, lifted her thigh over his shoulder as he settled in to kiss her pussy. He licked, he sucked, he pressed his fingers into her and she was coming undone sooner than she anticipated.

  She tried so hard not to say it. She really didn’t want to say it. Since she never usually had an orgasm without mechanical assistance with anyone other than herself she couldn’t control what came out. She didn’t speak Spanish regularly. She had grown up in a pretty white part of LA. Her Puerto Rican father and Caucasian mother spoke English in the home. Everything she knew about the language was learned in a series of summers when she was a teenager. Maybe that’s it. Maybe because the first guy she had sex with wanted her to say it.

  She had repeated it at his request because she was seventeen, he was twenty, and he was a handsome man with a seductive accent, and she thought that was what people did when they had sex.

  It was bubbling up in her throat. She breathed, she groaned, she called his name over and over trying to make that the only thing she said. As soon as her orgasm peaked she heard it tear from her throat in perfect form, “Aye Papi!”

  He was off the bed and then back in a flash. She watched him roll the condom on as the last pulses of her release skittered through her. He put the head of his big cock against her and pushed into her. He was so big she could feel her pussy adjusting to his size. She would feel this tomorrow.

  “Deeper.” She gasped. “You’re so big, Bruce. It feels so good.”

  “You’re tight,” he said as he pushed against her again. He was barely in.

  “Just push.” She lifted her hips and the pleasure slash pain of it drove her mad with need for more. The situation reminded her of two things at the same time. First, how long it had been since she did this last. Second, how small her last boyfriend was everywhere. “Please. I need all of you.”

  “You’re tight, I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled back and pushed again, slowly, carefully.

  “I want you to. I want to feel it as you push into me deep, Bruce. I know you want to. I’m wet, its slick. It’s tight and it might be skirting pain, but there is more pleasure. Please.” She reached her left hand down and stroked her clit with it. He watched.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes.” He watched her fingers circle her clit a moment longer. Without warning he pulled back and then pushed into her with one hard thrust. She practically levitated off the bed. It was so fucking good. Sure it hurt, but now that he was in, it was all new sensations and awareness. “That’s so good, baby. God, you hurt so good.”

  He pulled back and thrust again. She circled her clit again and her body came. It wasn’t just her pussy. Her entire body tensed and released around his cock. It was a life changing fuck. She could never settle for less than this again. Ever.

  He leaned over her, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her up until she was sitting on him. His mouth captured hers and his tongue mimicked the lift of his hips as he remained deep inside of her and rubbed against her walls.

  She tried to keep her right arm out of it. It was useless, she held him tightly. Her feet adjusted. His hands adjusted and he lifted her and pulled her down on him, giving them more thrust power, more movement.

  He was strong enough to hold her like this. The fact that he could move her, hold her, lift her, without her feeling like she might break him allowed her a sense of freedom she had not known before. She was working for it now. They had barely broken a sweat with the first round of things.

  He leaned in and licked the drop slipping between her breasts. She could feel his back getting warmer, wetter, and his chest sheened with sweat. He was studying her with those big ocean blue eyes and she had to tell him, “You look so fucking sexy.”

  “So do you.” He leaned in and kissed her. He slowed the pace and let her rest on his lap again. He was in deep this way, rubbing slowly. He laid back and pulled her with him. She was on top of him. He was going to roll them. “Wait. Let me ride you a minute like this.”

  She wanted to make him come. She wanted to overwhelm him. He lifted his arms and folded them behind his head. The look of his chest, arms, and abs in that position did crazy things to her libido.

  “Let me see you touch yourself again,” he whispered. She watched his eyes follow the motion of her left hand. She put it in her mouth, made a great production of licking the fingers so he could see. He revealed that All-American smile. She slid the hand down and over her breasts, stroking her nipples. “Oh, yeah, pull them. Fuck that’s hot.”

  She licked her tongue out at him as she slid her hand down and touched her clit. The rubbing made her touch both of them. “Can you feel my fingers?”

  He nodded. “You’re sweating.”

  “You’re a good workout.” She let her head fall back. The long hair tickled her back, the top of her ass. She was slipping into the abyss. She focused everything on the climb. Her thighs burned, her glutes burned. Her body ached in ways it never had before. “I’m going to come, Bruce.”

  “Look at me when you do.” He was still lying there like that; all billboard poster sex model style.

  “Now.” She breathed. She tried to keep her eyes open. Her body convulsed with it. Everything jiggled and moved.

  “Do you know how hot you look when you come?” he asked and sat up to kiss her. She was getting hooked on the feel of his tongue in her mouth. He nipped her lip with his teeth, moved his mouth over her neck, placed his nose against her collarbone and inhaled deeply. She was admittedly self-conscious since she was sweating and the smell of sex was in the air. “You smell good. You taste good.”

  He licked her collarbone. She knew the instant his hands settled on her ass and he lifted to his knees she was about to get fucked. “Give me your leg. Yeah right there on my shoulder.”

  He balanced over her as he began pushing into her. “Oh fuck. That’s deep. So good. Oh, fuck Bruce that’s so good.”

  He pushed quickly for shallow thrusts and then slowed for a hard and deep thrust that had her crying from the sensations. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. It’s so good. Too good.” She was glad he believed her and kept going. He had stamina after his first orgasm. He looked ready to fuck for days. She lifted her other leg and he accommodated her. She was feeling crazy. The sensations overpowered her. She didn’t understand what her body wanted.
Sometimes it hurt, and then it felt amazing. It was too much and not enough at the same time. “Oh baby. Fuck.” She groaned. “Bruce. Bruce.”

  “Give it to me.” He pumped faster. “I want you to come, give it to me.”

  “I can’t. It’s too much.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He bit his lower lip. He slid his hand between them and lightly touched her clit. She jerked as a response. It really was over sensitive at this point. Her body wanted release but couldn’t find it.

  “I want it,” he said and slipped his hand under her ass. She felt the press of a finger against her anus and as he pushed into it she exploded.

  There was no other way to describe the bone rattling, teeth chattering experience. He came somewhere around the second pulse. Her name on his lips, he pushed his finger deeper into her ass. She was surprised that she had let him get in there to begin with without smacking him with the cast. It all happened so quickly. He moved with conviction and somehow she trusted he knew what he was doing. It worked.

  His finger slipped from her ass, his cock from her pussy. His tongue slipped into her mouth for a deep kiss. He licked her lips, her neck, and then rolled to his back next to her on the bed.

  “Don’t take this the wrong way,” he said through labored breaths. “But I think I love you.”

  She sniffed, wiped the tears that formed from the release. Her body still vibrated from it all. She once cried while getting a massage and the therapist told her it was natural for the body to have that reaction when it needed something really bad and finally got it. She must have needed him to fuck her since puberty.

  She knew his words were just sex talk. She wasn’t getting laid like this and a man like him to keep in one night. “Good. Because I’m pretty sure you are going to have to help me take a shower. I also know for damn sure after you got fresh enough to put your finger up my ass, the least you can do is cook the post-sex meal.”

  He smiled wide. Laughed loud and deep. He rolled out of her bed and looked at her. “What do you want to eat?’

  Chapter 2

  Bruce sauntered over to her dresser and said, “Which drawer has your underwear in it?”

  “What?” She giggled. He waited. “Second.”

  He opened the drawer and looked for something pretty and hopefully expensive. “I’m taking these.”

  She laughed again. “Is that payment for all this?”

  “No. Insurance. You’ll want them back, right?” He wanted to see her again. Hopefully she would attempt to reclaim them. It was the best plan he could come up with at the moment. His brain was pretty foggy and his body tired.

  “If you want me to track you down for underwear, you have the wrong pair. My favorite pair, the ones I wear when I need to feel pretty, say like when I get a cast on my arm before lunch. Are on the floor.”

  He shrugged. He picked up that pair too. “So now I have both. I’ll see you when you come to get them.”

  “I do know where you live. I’ve been in this building as long as Dagney has.” She warned him.

  “I was counting on it.” He winked.

  ***

  “I have been calling you for hours,” Dagney said as he walked into her apartment. Bruce looked from his angry little sister to her boyfriend sitting on the couch. He toasted him with what looked like a cup of coffee. Foster appeared exhausted and not for the same reason Bruce felt exhausted.

  “I thought you were staying at his place from now on.” Bruce attempted to tuck the two pair of underwear he had taken from her into his pocket without notice.

  “Are those underwear?” Dagney tilted her head. “You haven’t been in LA twenty-four hours and you already fucked someone?”

  “Bravo, mate!” Foster said.

  Dagney looked like she was going to kill them both after that comment. “Yes. Underwear. Two pair of ladies panties.”

  “Two pairs of knickers in one night. You’re a bloody rock star. You shouldn’t be acting you should be touring with a band.” Foster laughed.

  “Is that funny to you?” Dagney asked. Foster stopped laughing.

  “A little.” Foster shrugged.

  Bruce had to give the guy credit. He wasn’t letting Dagney bully him. She was such a tom-boy. No matter what outfit she was in, there was always an edge to her. He had talked to her through the years, seen her more when they were younger, less after he went to college. If it wasn’t for video chat he likely wouldn’t have seen her at all except in pictures. He missed holidays, special occasions, funerals, because he worked an unconventional job and during the off season he was focused on the next season.

  Football had been both the life saving and life destroying opportunity. It saved him from getting into all kinds of trouble as a rambunctious youth, forced him to go to college, and provided a good living that allowed him to take care of himself, his grandparents, his mom, and even his little sister when she really needed him to, which wasn’t often enough. “I don’t see what the big deal is, Dags. You’re leaving. Why do you care?”

  “I thought about what you said. I know you came out here partially to be near me. I’m going to stay here in the apartment with you until right before the tour.” It touched his heart. It really did. Unfortunately, his new plan involved seducing Harmony in this apartment and he couldn’t very well do that with his little sister, and by the looks of it, Foster in the next room.

  “That’s crazy Dagney.” He rubbed his forehead. He really wanted to sleep in the worst way right now. “Let’s just sleep on all this tonight. It’s been a long day for all of us.”

  “I think it’s just been a long day for us, mate. I suspect she took a nap earlier.” Foster gave Dagney the stink eye. The guy was obviously tired and only sitting on the couch because she was still awake.

  “I…might have.” Dagney smiled at Foster.

  Bruce realized deep down he was happy for them. He might have been counting on his little sister too much for the transition from one way of life to another. Without football, he felt a little bit lost. Only tonight, with Harmony, he didn’t feel lost at all. He felt…whole somehow.

  “I need to get some sleep,” he said and rubbed the silky material of Harmony’s panties between his fingers. He could barely wait to see her again. “Maybe we could grab breakfast.”

  He put his hand on the top of her head and rubbed it side to side to scruff up her hair. “Goodnight, Dags.”

  “Thank God.” Foster was up on his feet.

  She closed her eyes in defeat.

  He got a few steps down the hall and thought, “Maybe you could invite Harmony for breakfast. I mean she does have a broken arm. It’s not like she can cook. I at least owe her breakfast.”

  “Yeah, that sounds like a nice…Bruce.” He stopped. He heard Foster curse before he simply headed off to her bedroom not waiting any longer. “How do you know her name?”

  “I asked. I took her flowers.” He admitted, but still didn’t turn to face Dagney. “She lives in the same complex. Did you know that?”

  He could feel the tension in his back. He wasn’t sure what he was thinking asking her to do that. He wasn’t thinking. He was acting on impulse alone.

  “I did know that.” Dagney took a few steps down the hall towards him. “What color are those underwear?”

  “I didn’t really look.” He was caught.

  “Bruce!” Dagney yelled at him. “She’s a friend of mine. You broke her arm. You can’t have sex with her.”

  Can and did, twice. “I’ll see you in the morning Dagney.”

  “It is morning!”

  Foster must have heard enough. Bruce heard her say, “Put me down.”

  “No luv.”

  That was the last thing he heard as he closed the door to the guest bedroom. He looked at his bags. He hadn’t even unpacked them after arriving. He was almost pushing close to twenty hours of no sleep after a cross country flight and time zone change. He may have been asleep before his head hit the pillow.

  ***

 
; Harmony was surprised when Dagney invited her to breakfast. Sure, they were friends, but in that co-worker, neighbor, sort of way. Dagney didn’t seem to let people get too close to her. Harmony remembered a few times they ran into one another in the laundry room. Dagney was an expert at small talk. Harmony sent a text back saying yes. She wasn’t sure if this had anything to do with the arm, or her brother, or just co-worker concern. Bruce said she was staying with Foster so it was probably just Dagney wanting to apologize for the situation.

  As Harmony turned the corner she saw Bruce walking into the restaurant. Dagney and Foster were outside at a table. Damn the convenience of location in this neighborhood. She was on foot and Dagney had already spotted her. She was likely on the lookout and knew exactly which way she would be coming from.

  Her arm shot up in the air and she waved her forward. Harmony put on her best ‘I did not fuck your brother less than ten hours ago’ expression and hoped it worked. She waved as she got closer to the table and everyone noticed the cast.

  Foster Scott, dreamy eyes, as he was known around the work place said, “You sure got the worst of it yesterday. I’m terribly sorry about the brouhaha. It was a misunderstanding.”

  She was so anxious for Bruce to come out of the restaurant she tapped her foot non-stop under the table. “I shouldn’t have tried to pull him off of you. That was stupid of me.”

  “I thought it was brave,” Bruce said as he approached the table.

  “Are they happy now?” Dagney asked him.

  “Yes.” He took his seat at the table next to her.

  She was suddenly judging the place for not having round tables. Large, round tables rather than modest sized square ones. She looked up at Foster who smiled at her with a roguish grin. He was directly across from her. She looked from him to Dagney and noticed that Dagney was only looking at her brother.

  She tried to take in a calm breath as her head turned to look at Bruce. The moment she did, it explained why his sister’s boyfriend was smiling and why Dagney looked like she wanted to stab her brother with a fork. He was staring at her. Harmony felt the blush rush over her entire body as her eyes met his and she quickly looked away.