Changing His Game (9 page)

I'm pretty sure unprotected sex is the exact opposite of the definition of safe sex, but Jared seems mad, so I choose not to bring that up.

"And if I decide to pick up some random girl at a party, or start dating someone, I wear a condom with them so that I don't give an STD to one of my co-stars."

Jared's obviously upset I brought up the issue. I really didn’t think it was a big deal.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I was just curious. I'm not going to pretend I understand, but if you say you're being safe, I believe you."

He nods his head at me, satisfied with my response. We continue as before, sitting in awkward silence. I don't have a good conversation piece to transition into and I definitely want to stop talking about the topic of porn.

Our waitress comes with our meal and I am grateful for the interruption. My halibut looks delicious and Jared's steak looks juicy.

"Are we good?" He asks me as the waitress leaves the table.

"Of course."

"Can we forget about the last twenty minutes and continue to enjoy our evening celebrating your new job?"

I laugh because I still think it's humorous we are celebrating the job that he gave me. "I would love that."

We finish our meal with casual conversation. I tell him a little bit about my life back in Michigan, and he shares a little bit about his life to me. Jared came from a strong Christian family. He's one of seven boys and he's still very close to his family. His parents don't particularly like his job choice, but they support him no matter what.

I tell him about my family, the small town I'm from, and my parent's boat shop. I'm very vague when he asks me about Brock. I'm completely over him, and I have no feelings of heartbreak. I just feel so stupid that I never realized he was cheating before.

"You ready to show me how well you can dance?" Jared asks me as he signs the receipt after paying the bill.

"You better watch out. I'm going to dance circles around you."

"We'll see, Billy."

I watch him as he gets up from his seat. It's hard not to watch him when he always looks so good in whatever he wears. The other people in the restaurant are watching him, too. I'm not sure if it's because he's the kind of person who naturally demands attention when he walks in the room, or if it's because they recognize him from his movies.

He walks around the table and reaches for my hand, grasping it in his and we walk out of the restaurant. He surprises me when he has the valet, Kevin, call him a cab.

"What happened to your car?"

"Kevin will drop it off at the house at the end of the night. If we're going to a club, I plan on drinking. I'm not going to drink and drive and risk wrecking my car."

"Or killing someone," I add, because that seems like the logical reason on why someone wouldn't drink and drive.

"That, too."

The cab ride is fast. The club is only a few miles away from the restaurant we ate at. Jared does his best at showing me the few sights we see on the cab ride. I can tell by how passionately he talks about things in the city, that he really loves Los Angeles. I'm still undecided.

"We might run into some people I know, but I'll try to keep it brief. This is about us celebrating, not hanging out with a bunch of people I'm obligated to be friends with in this business," Jared says smiling down at me.

His words make me feel warm inside. He likes spending time with me. I'm not one of those people he just mentioned as obligations.

We make our way into the club. I've been to a few clubs back in Michigan, but nothing like this. This is a high-end club. I see real crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the men and women are in club attire, but it's designer clothing. Another thing I’ve never seen at a club is a hostess, but Jared and I are greeted by one and taken to the V.I.P. section upstairs.

The music is loud, the base is pumping, and it’s not the normal kind of music I listen to, but it's perfect for this atmosphere. I look around the club; men and women are dancing in the middle of the floor downstairs. There are women in lingerie, dancing in cages on platforms scattered around the large space.

We sit down at one of the booths in the V.I.P. section and a chilled bottle of Cristal is in a glass vase in the middle of the table. A waitress, also in what looks to be lingerie, greets us and takes our order.

"What do you want, Billy?" Jared asks me while scooting closer to me in the booth and wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He's marking his claim on me, probably so the waitress doesn't hit on him.

I don't know why he doesn't want to be hit on by this woman, or any of the other women working in this establishment. They're all gorgeous with perfect bodies. I have a decent body, but I look average.

"I'll have a Long Island Ice Tea."

"You heard the lady," Jared says to the waitress. "I'll have a Jack and Coke, and then bring us shots of vodka and keep them flowing."

The waitress smiles invitingly at him and walks away to get our order. I half expect Jared to release me now that she's gone, but he's content sitting next to me with his arm wrapped around my body.

Satisfaction by The Biz comes over the speakers and I squeal in delight. This is one of the few club songs I know and I love it. The beat sweeps me away and I have the urge to dance.

"Get up," Jared demands, pulling me away from the booth. We walk over to the railing overlooking the dance floor. I grip it with both hands and look around the room. Jared walks behind me and pushes his chest to my back, both of his arms coming up on the railings, enclosing me.

His lips move to my ear, "You ready to show me your dance moves?"

I feel like he's asking me an entirely different question with his body language. I swallow hard; the feeling of his chest against my back is doing weird things to my body. He shouldn’t turn me on. A normal person who just got out of an eight-year relationship would still be in some stage of mourning.

I've had no urge to mourn. Instead I've been lusting over the man who's taken me into his home and is my only friend in this town. The things I've learned should disgust me, and they did at first, but they don't anymore. All I can think about is how good he must be in bed.

"The question is, are you ready for me?" I turn around and push my body into his. His arms are still on the railing, but as I start to move my hips, his arms move and touch my waist. I let the beat take me away, it’s faster than I might want, but it still works.

My hands move out and grip the material of his t-shirt near his stomach, and I pull him closer to me. I spread my legs enough so one of his legs can fall in between and I start to grind against him. I'm still in the tight black dress so the action feels more intimate than it would if I were in pants.

I look up into Jared's eyes and they are smoldering. His gray eyes are burning a hole into mine and I can see his desire for me in his expression. I lean in close to him, so close our lips are almost touching, before I move quickly and place my lips to his ear.

"What do you think of my dancing ability now?"

I don’t expect him to answer, which is why I'm surprised when he moves me impossibly closer to him.

"You're sexy as fuck. Jesus, Billy."

His hand reaches out for mine and he takes my palm, lowering it to the front of his jeans where I can feel how hard he is. I'm not sure why, but I look down between us for a visual confirmation, and I can see my hand gripping his impressive length through his denim.

"Fuck, I need a drink." Jared releases me and walks back to our table. I follow him, trying to get a hold of my hormones. Right now I feel like I could explode with sexual desire.

Our table has my Long Island Ice Tea, Jared's Jack and Coke, and two shot glasses filled with vodka. Jared moves into the booth and I follow as he hands me one of the shot glasses. He has the other glass in his hands.

I watch as he drags his fingers through his hair, looking around the room before looking back at me.

"To a new start. Hopefully your boss isn't a pain in the ass, and you decide L.A. is the place for you." He lifts his glass and I follow.

"To a new start," I agree. We clink our glasses together and then take the shots straight. No chasers to help with the taste.

I swallow and almost immediately start coughing from how strong the vodka is. Jared’s hand reaches behind me and he gently pats me on the back until I eventually stop coughing.

"Each one will get a little bit easier." As if planned, the waitress comes over with two more shots. I take a sip of my Long Island, basking in the smooth delicious taste, before I pick up the second shot and toss it back. Jared laughs and then takes his shot.

"You're always doing things that shock me, Billy."

I smile back at his infectious grin. This is going to be a fun night.

Chapter Five

A few hours later we are completely trashed and dancing on top of the leather seats of the booth. I've taken way too many shots of vodka and I'm on my third Long Island Ice Tea. I'm probably on the verge of alcohol poisoning, but I don't care. I am having so much fun.

"I knew you were trouble when I laid eyes on you that first night," Jared slurs into my ear as we dance on the cushions.

I drunkenly giggle as his breath tickles my skin. I'm positive I look like a train wreck at this point. The top of my dress keeps going lower, as the hem of my dress keeps rising while I dance.

I go to reply back to Jared and fall over, bringing him down with me. Jared somehow lands sitting up, but I'm face down and draped over his body. I lift myself up and come face to face with Jared. His eyes are glossy from the alcohol, but they are still a stunning gray. His hair is disheveled and sexy. I look down his body and at the tight, strong muscles of his arms coming out of his black t-shirt. Somewhere along the line he lost his jacket. I can't remember if he took it off willingly or not.

I look back up and focus on his lips. His beautiful lips that I want to suck and kiss. I want to feel them on mine. I look back at Jared's eyes and they are focused on my lips. He's probably having similar thoughts to mine. I succumb to my desire and lean in to kiss him, but Jared has other plans.

The music has changed to Drake's
Hold On, We're Going Home
. The beat is slow, sensual, and erotic. Or maybe that's just how I feel because I'm with Jared.

Jared stands up and brings me with him. We're standing next to our booth and he pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around my waist. My arms instinctively move to wrap around his neck. Without even realizing it my legs are straddling one of his thighs again and we move to the beat, much slower this time.

I'm swaying my hips, grinding into his leg while he rolls his hips into mine. His hands move over my back and I sigh into the movement. They glide down my back until I can feel him squeeze my ass. I groan uncontrollably and I can feel my panties getting wet. The throbbing sensation below is just getting stronger.

Jared's mouth moves to my ear and he starts to sing the lyrics to me. His voice comes out low and husky, and my body melts into him.

He is so sexy.

He stops singing and we continue to sway to the beat. I lower my head into the crook of his neck as my hips continue their rhythm. His lips are still at my ear when he begins to sing the song again; with every word he whispers, he's implying he's singing about me. His lips graze my ear as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. The sensation brings goose bumps all over my body.

His lips release me and lower to the sensitive spot below my ear. He kisses it softly and inhales. Even over the loud music, I can hear every sound, every kiss.

"I want you... so bad," he whispers into my ear.

I move my head from the crook of his neck and look into his eyes. They're dark gray and filled with desire. In my drunken state I don't even go through the eternal debate of contemplating if I should kiss him or not. I just lean forward and press my lips to his.

His lips are warm and soft, but firm. He immediately responds to my kiss. Pulling me closer to him as his lips mold over mine. My hands move up into his hair, pulling on his long silky locks.

His tongue comes out asking for entrance and I open my mouth for him. He tastes of mint and cigarettes; an odd combination but mixed with him it tastes delicious. I groan into his mouth as his tongue touches mine. I pull him impossibly closer to me by his hair as we continue to kiss.

His hands that are firmly on my ass move to the hem of my skirt. His fingers slide under my dress and trail up my legs. My hips are no longer swaying to the music. I'm full on dry humping his leg as one of my hands move from his hair and drifts down his body.

I feel his pulse under the skin of his neck; I feel his hard chest under my fingertips and his firm abs flex at my touch. I drag my hand all the way down to the top of his jeans that are secured on his waist with his belt. My hand goes past his belt and rubs gently at the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.

"Fuck, babe, that feels incredible."

I never thought I'd get this reaction from him. He's literally an expert at sex and I can't bring much to the bedroom. He's had so many different women and fucked them in every way imaginable, but he wants me. Right now he wants me. I'm creating this reaction from him.