Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

“No,” she whispered. “Oh God, no.”

“Fuck. Baby, your pussy is so wet.” He stared at her, but moved his tongue back to her clit, flicking faster, in rhythm to his fingers. Sex or not, he wanted this woman. He wanted her forever. He finger-fucked her faster, each thrust taunting his own aching cock. But he wanted to pleasure her. It was all about her. He pulled back and stood up, finding her mouth.

His kiss brought the explosion as her pussy clamped around his fingers, and she trembled. Her hands went to his cock, and she rubbed it through his pants, her body still shuddering.

Smiling, Aidan pulled back, and watched her come back to him. “You okay, baby?”

Panting, Gia slowly pulled her skirt down and closed her eyes.

Aidan kissed her eyelids and wrapped his damp hands around her body. His cock was ready to burst, but he wanted her to know that he wanted to please her. To make her happy.

She opened her eyes and for a split-second before she did, he dreaded what he would find there.

But he quickly relaxed when she smiled. There was no regret, no back to reality aftershock. It was a look of pure bliss.

She nodded slowly, and looked almost shy as she stared into his eyes. “You know this is crazy, right?” She grinned.

Smiling with relief he pulled her closer to him. “No. What’s crazy is that neither of us found you sooner. Where have you been all our life?” He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then hugged her tightly.

“All ‘our’ life?” She pulled back and giggled. “I’m going to need a minute to process all of this. Do you always share women?”

Aidan smiled, and ignored his body’s wrath. His hard cock was still waiting and it took everything in him to restrain himself from fucking her. There would be time for that later. “Let’s just say it was a joint decision we made. We both want you. I want you.” He leaned forward and kissed her but quickly pulled back. If he continued he was going to rip her clothes off. “So what’s with the private tête-à-tête?”

She rolled her lips and her gem eyes twinkled. “Jealous?” She smirked.

Yes, he thought. “No,” he said, then took a deep breath against the thought of her being with anyone else. Even his brother. “Just wondering why Cole would feel the need to take you to a private dining room for lunch.”

“Why shouldn’t he?” she asked, but a mischievous glint shone in her eyes, and she tilted her head. “He’s hot and available. But honestly, he’s not my type. He asked me to run through some lines with him, and I was hungry. It was me who suggested this dining room.”

His eyes widened, and a weight of relief he hadn’t realized he was carrying slowly lifted. “So what is your type, beautiful?” He pulled her closer to him so that he was speaking onto her lips.

She licked hers and exhaled into his face, intoxicating him with her smell. “I’m quite cliché actually. Tall, dark, and handsome. That does it for me.”

Brushing her lips with his tongue, he asked, “So do I fit the bill?”

She bit her lip and nodded slowly, and it looked like she was going to cry.

“You okay?” he asked, and she answered with her tongue in his mouth, kissing him like a bitch in heat.

He closed his eyes with his cock screaming for her wet pussy, and he pressed it against her.

She lowered her hands to the top of his pants, still kissing him. She was loosening the zip and—“Oh my God!” she shrieked.

With a jolt Aidan opened his eyes, only to find hers frozen, looking past his shoulder.

When he turned, it took a second to register what she was looking at.

The door of the private room was opened, and overlooking the clear glass wall across the hallway. On the other side of the glass stood a photographer who was still clicking away.

Before he could react, Gia was at the door and she slammed it shut. With her back and hands to the door, she was heaving, and her face white with shock.

He dashed toward her, and grabbed her shoulders, knowing full well what the ramifications would be if those photos got out. Thinking quickly, he grabbed his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed security. His instructions were clear. Stop the paparazzi and bring him the camera so he could destroy it. When he clicked the phone off, and looked back to Gia, the dread he had feared earlier was plastered across her face. “Gia.” He raised his hand to her face, but she jerked away.

“I’m sorry,” she stammered, and her body was trembling as she shook her head. “I can’t do this. I just can’t.”

“Gia, the security will stop him, don’t worry about it. It’s going to be okay.”

She walked slowly towards the door, and nervously opened it. She paused at the door then tilted her head to the side without looking at him. “I’m sorry. It will never be okay. If it’s not him it will be somebody else. This will never work.”

And she was gone.

Chapter 10

The bile rose quickly, and Gia was already sprinting toward the bathroom closest to the exit of the private dining block.

She was reeling, and her nerves a mangled mass of anxiety. She couldn’t bear to think what would happen if those photos got out. The scandalous scoop of the Hollywood minute. That’s what.

Gia lowered her head, and rinsed her mouth then looked up into the bathroom mirror. Her emotions were reflected clearly there.

Gripping the edge of the gray marble basin, she breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself. What was she going to do?

A part of her had never gotten over the whole debacle with the producer. The married producer. No matter how many times she had refuted the story, it made no difference. The truth, as she learned, did not spread like wildfire. Salacity sold newspapers, and advertising space. The story had damn near killed her mother, who had had a stroke when her house was staked out for four days straight. Literally. As much as she’d told her mom not to read the tabloids, she didn’t have to. People in Arlington and Poughkeepsie tended to use her mother as their go-to person for news on her famous daughter.
Shit
. This was all she needed right now.

She raised her hands to her hair, and tugged it, still staring at her flushed face. How was it possible to go from an orgasm to agony in the space of a minute? This was all their fault. Aidan and Liam. If they hadn’t lured her into their web of seduction, she wouldn’t be in this position. But even thinking it, she knew it was a lie. She was a willing party. And, she had to admit, she had enjoyed it, which only made everything worse. For the life of her, she couldn’t get either of them out of her mind. Even the possibility that she might be tomorrow’s headline didn’t seem to deter her body or emotions from thinking about the two men that had sent her world into a flat spin. “Urgh!” She shook her head, berating herself. How did she get here so fast? She turned and walked out of the bathroom to head back to the set.

“Hey, gorgeous, you okay?” Maggie asked as Gia reached her trailer.

Maggie was sitting on the hot pink couch, watching the “dailies,” the scenes filmed the previous day, on her air-thin laptop. She placed it at her side and stood up then walked towards Gia.

“No offense, kid, but you look like shit. You’ve still got two scenes to go. Are you ill?” Squinting, Maggie raised the back of her hand to Gia’s forehead.

Gia turned, not wanting her to read anything in her face, or smell the tongue sex she was sure she reeked of. She could still smell Aidan on her, his heady cologne wafting through her nostrils, still able to drive her crazy with desire. But she couldn’t do it anymore. She had to face the reality that, no matter how much the twins had gotten to her, both physically and emotionally, she had to wake the fuck up. She couldn’t risk her career or her mother’s health. Gia had sacrificed her heart all her life, and now was not the time to change that.

“Gia?” Maggie walked around, facing her. She crossed her arms and bowed her head. “Wanna talk about it?”

Gia stepped back, pursed her lips, and willed herself to appear as unaffected as possible. She was an actress for God’s sake, she could fake anything. Putting on her best showbiz smile, she beamed up at Maggie. “I’m fine, just tired I guess. Don’t worry.”

But Maggie didn’t look convinced. Her gray eyes shone with disbelief, then softened in concern. “Okay. But I’m here for you if you need me. Don’t be melting down on me, you hear me?” She quickly pulled Gia into a hug.

Gia stiffened against Maggie, the smell of smoke assaulting her senses. And she hoped, again, that Maggie couldn’t smell the after effects of her time with Aidan. The good part of it anyway.

Chapter
11

“Let’s hope she’s here,” Liam said to Aidan as they walked onto the outdoor set. It was only six a.m., but already crew members were busy setting up a diner scene. He turned and scanned the lot for signs of Maggie. If anyone could help them get Gia back, Maggie could.

Liam’s stomach was clenched in a tight knot. Thank God the security had managed to apprehend the photographer and Aidan had burned the memory stick. Though he would have loved to watch it, he didn’t have to, to know what it contained. The thought oddly gave him no jealousy. In fact, he was relieved that finally there was a woman that both of them felt the same way about. Neither could ever be with someone else without the other coming in the way. The only solution was one woman. Hopefully.

“There she is.” Aidan pointed when he spotted Maggie’s flaming hair, tossing animatedly while she spoke to a cameraman, her familiar trail of smoke hovering above her.

They jogged across, ignoring the confused, jaw-dropped stare from her companion. Aidan took her elbow and gently led her away.

“Aidan? You’re back. I missed you, honey.” She threw her arms around him, keeping him firm in a tight embrace. “Let me look at you. You look tired, actually you both do.” She turned to Liam then back again. She quickly killed her cigarette and folded her arms. “Okay, I know your look. What’s wrong? If you’re both here, it’s a good sign. Looking all glum, not so good.” She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, waiting for them to respond.

Aidan spoke first. “Have you seen Gia?”

Maggie’s thin lips rose at the corners, and her eyes practically twinkled with delight at the question. “You don’t see me for months and all you can ask is if I’ve seen Gia? Must be in her trailer, I imagine. Why?” She arched a ginger eyebrow in Aidan’s direction before moving it to Liam.

Liam’s face was tensed from lack of sleep through thoughts consumed by Gia. But he softened with relief on seeing Maggie. He moved forward and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. “It’s
complicated. Let’s just say I took your advice, about asking her out—
”

“And?” Maggie smiled then retrieved a stick of gum from her pocket and quickly shoved it into her mouth.

“And the inevitable happened.” Liam raised his hands, placing both on his head. Maggie knew them too well. He didn’t have to go into detail. She was the one person who knew how they worked, how Aidan and he were intrinsically bonded.

“Remember your Southern belle, what was her name, oh yeah, Trisha. She didn’t go for it, and she was quite the hoedown. What makes you think Gia will? She’s pretty straitlaced, you know.”

Liam and Aidan sighed in unison.

Liam rolled his neck and half yawned. In between their trip to Gia’s house and Aidan’s catastrophe with the paparazzi, neither he nor Aidan had gotten much sleep in two nights. She hadn’t taken either of their calls. But he knew they had to see her to convince her to change her mind about being with both of them. She was only due in at nine, so hopefully they could get Maggie to help before she did.

Aidan leaned forward and squeezed Maggie into a tight hug. “I missed you, Aunty Mags, always to the point.”

Maggie playfully slapped his arm and he pulled away. “Maggie, Gia is different. I think you know that. It will be strange in the beginning, but I think she can come around.”