Action (Hollywood Nights (Book 7)) (7 page)

             
His lips met hers and he kissed her like she was and would be the last woman he ever kissed like this. Her arms and legs moved around him to pull him closer and hold him tighter. He didn’t take long to come this time. He was staring at her, watching her watch him, until he began emptying inside of her and breathed out, “I love you.”

             
He kissed her long and deep. When he let all of his weight rest on her she turned her head and whispered in is ear, “I love you, Bruce.”

             
He turned his head to face her and smooched her lips. “Good. I was starting to think you just liked me a lot.”

             
She moved her right hand up and before realizing it, she popped him again. “Damn it. I keep forgetting about this stupid thing.”

             
“I think you just keep reminding me about it.” He winked.

             
She let the tips of her fingers touch his hair. She couldn’t wait until she could use both of her hands to hold him. “Do you have a ring for me or is that too old fashioned?”

             
“Oh, shit. I forgot.” His blue eyes widened. “It’s in my pocket.”

             
“You don’t have a pocket that I am aware of.”

             
“Not one safe to put a ring in anyways.” He bussed a kiss over her lips and then abruptly lifted off of her.

             
“Hey!”

             
“You want the ring.” He moved his arms with the expression to indicate he had no choice. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a black box. He crawled back into the bed with her and said, “Wait, do you want me to get down on one…”

             
“Open it!” She wanted him to stop teasing her. 

             
“Yeeeks, already with the bossiness.” He laughed as she frowned at him.

             
“Bruce?” She leaned in and kissed him. She pushed at his shoulders for him to roll towards his back. He complied easily. One thing she knew for certain was that he really only needed a small break, and he was always better the second time around. She kissed his neck, his chest.

             
“I thought you wanted the ring?” He closed his fist around the box.

             
“I do, but not more than I want you.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took advantage of the semi-flaccid state while she could. Like this, he was easy to consume entirely. Of course within two seconds he was testing the limits of her jaw’s flexibility.

             
“Oh, fuck that feels good,” he said as he groaned. “Ride me.”

             
She moved into place. The feel of his thickness slipping into her always made her gasp and him smile. He reached up to touch her and realized he still had the box in his hand. He looked at her. She seated herself on him completely. He opened the box to reveal a large diamond, big enough she had never seen one except in magazines or on celebrities. “Oh my God, that thing is huge.”

             
“Yes, but do you like the ring?” He laughed.

             
She blushed, leaned over and kissed him. “It’s beautiful. Thank you. I didn’t expect that.”

             
“What did you expect?” He arched his brow.

             
“I didn’t know what to expect, but I suppose something considerably smaller.” She let him slide the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. “How did you know what size to get?”

             
“Well I measured your finger by putting it in my mouth when you were asleep and then I had the girl at the place put her fingers in my mouth until…hey, wait, that tickles.” It was a new discovery she had made by accident when he was sleeping and her hand slid along the top of his hip. He smiled and laughed in his sleep. He was being fresh and funny, which she loved, but she wanted to know for real. He laughed again and said, “I asked your mom. I asked your mom.”

             
“What am I going to do with you?” She looked down at him as she sat up.

             
“Anything you want,” he said seriously. “Just don’t break my heart.”

             
He reached up and touched her face. He was so gentle with her sometimes it made her heart warm and fuzzy feeling. She turned her head into his hand and captured his thumb with her mouth. She lifted and then slowly lowered onto him. “You know if you move at that pace, I can do this all night.”

             
“I know.”

Epilogue

              Melody put her ear buds in to drown out the noises coming from her neighbor’s apartment. Harmony sure landed a good man, a very good man from what she had heard through the wall the past few weeks. It was starting to wear on her.

             
She walked through her apartment and took a look around. His wasn’t where she was supposed to be. This wasn’t the life she wanted to live. She looked in the mirror and decided it was time for a change. She wanted to be a model. She needed to put down the candy bar and pick up the key card that gave her access to the gym.

             
She wouldn’t make it to her goal weight by next week, when they were apparently getting married in Vegas, but she would throw her good friend a reception a few weeks after and hope that there were more men where Bruce came from. Single men. Someone to help her burn off some carbs.

             
She was ready to get back in the game, back to her life and out of hiding. It was time for some model behavior.

You can check out Melody’s story in Hollywood Nights: Model Behavior.

Read how it started with Frankie and Jonas in Personal Assistant

Then heated up with Jed and Shay in The Director

Don’t forget about Ivy and Bo in Get a Grip

Burn through those hot, Hollywood Nights faster when you check out these short stories:

Lights: Sam and Gordon

This Christmas (Hollywood Holiday): Aislin and Cutter

Camera: Dagney and Foster

Action: Harmony and Bruce

Model Behavior: Melody and Oscar

Behind the Scenes: Zoe and Elijah

Magic Hour: Justice and Micah

Festival of Nights (Hollywood Holiday) Bernadette and Simon

Axis of Action: Monique and Caleb

Extreme Close-up: Mercy and Woodrow

Tricks and Treats: Farrah and Vladimir