Fame (31 page)

“Christ. We have fucking rooms for a reason. What the fuck, Willow, put a damn shirt on.” Kaid left, without whatever he came in for, as he shouted, “Disinfect that shit.”

Willow started to walk away when she heard Grey quickly get off the island while pulling up his pants.
 

“Willow, wait, can we talk?”

Turning around while gripping onto the cap of her water bottle, she shook her head. “Nope, I’d rather not talk to you. You caught me in a weak moment. I can’t leave a good erection unattended, but this doesn’t mean I like you or want to be friends again. Frankly, I can’t stand you.”

Confusion and a “what the fuck” expression crossed his face. She didn’t give him a second glance as she walked back to her room to clean up and nurse the wound she’d opened in her heart. She should have never crossed that line, but at times, she was desperate for him, and right then and there, there was no possible way for her to walk away. She needed just a little taste of him.
 

**Cruz**

She was late again. Thoughts of her not showing up again ran through Cruz’s head, as he paced outside the back of the house. Earlier, he heard Kaid swearing up a storm about Willow and Grey in the kitchen, and it gave Cruz hope that maybe if Willow saw him and Maelani together, she would be alright with it…that’s if Maelani ever showed up. Right now, it was looking rather bleak.
 

He looked down into the pool and studied his reflection. Was there something wrong with him that had this girl continuing to ditch him? Was she playing with him? Turning him into a whipped pussy? If she was, she was doing a damn good job of it, because he pictured her everywhere he went and craved that delectable body of hers. He needed another taste.
 

“Fuck,” he ran his hand through his hair as he looked around.

What was he doing? Was he really waiting around for a girl? He could have any girl he wanted with just one little phone call, but instead, he waited outside for a girl to show up who wasn’t showing the best track record. Hell, he could go upstairs and take Willow up against the wall if he wanted to.
 

“Ouch,” came a little voice from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Maelani holding back a branch and stepping forward. “Parking out here is a bitch.”
 
A small smile decorated her face, and it was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen.
 

“You made it,” he said, while walking up to her and grabbing her hand, so he could pull her into him. She fit perfectly.
 

“I did, sorry about the wait. I got caught up with some work things.”

He ignored the fact that she was tied up with work, because frankly, he didn’t quite know what that was, but he was too happy to see her to dive into the problem.
 

“Come on.”

He guided her through the house, avoiding all the main living areas, and took her up to his room in record time. With the click of his door being shut and locked, he turned toward her, grabbed her by the face, and planted a kiss on her lips.
 

Her arms wrapped around him and her lips matched his kisses. She was soft and sweet, but frisky at the same time; it was almost too much for him to handle.
 

“God, I’m so fucking glad you came here,” he admitted, showing his softer side that rarely came out.
 

“Me too. I’ve been thinking about you ever since I left your place, and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I feel like I connected with you that day, even though there was someone else there,” she said shyly.
 

Fuck, Cruz didn’t know what to do with this girl. She was so seductive at times, but then turned incredibly shy and sweet; it was a lethal combination to Cruz’s head. He’d planned on fucking her up against the door once he got her in his room, but now, with the way she was lightly biting her lip and looking up at him with those dark eyes, he knew he wanted to take his time.
 

While still looking at her, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Next, he pulled her in close and grabbed the hem of her shirt, and in one smooth motion, he lifted it over her head, revealing her bare breasts. Cruz ran his hand over his mouth as he took her in.
 

“Do you not believe in bras?”

“It’s rare that I wear one,” she admitted. “I was blessed with some great tits, and I have no problem showing them off,” she said, the seductive side of her showing.
 

“I can agree with that.”

Cruz moved in on her and pressed his hands against her exposed breasts. His hands were cold against her heated skin; it was a dangerous combination.
 

The size and weight of her breasts fascinated Cruz, as he slowly ran his hands over her nipples. She was a small girl, and anyone who saw her in passing would assume that her breasts were fake, but from what he was feeling, they were one hundred percent real.
 

As he explored her breasts, she hung her head back and allowed him. He examined her lithe little body. Her tattoos that ran up her sides were extremely hot, her little dark nipples pebbled under his touch, and the column of her neck was begging to be licked.
 

When he ran his hands down to her waist, to get her out of her pants, her head snapped back up and her lips were instantly glued to his as she maneuvered them to the bed. Clearly, she wasn’t in the same frame of mind for taking things slow, so he slowed her down by gently placing her on the bed.
 

He grabbed her pants and took them off, loving the way she looked laying across his bed with her hair fanned out and lust in her eyes.
 

Not breaking eye contact, he took off his pants and his briefs, exposing his erection. She licked her lips just at the sight of him. A boost of pure male ego ran through him from her perusal of his erection.
 

Straddling her body, he leaned over her and started nibbling on her skin while his hand ran down her body to her pussy to see if she was just as turned on as he was. When he found her wet and ready to spread her legs, he groaned against her skin.
 

“God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Make me feel good, Cruz. Take me,” she whispered softly into his ear, sending chills down his back. He wasn’t expecting to feel so much with her, but her little words hit him to the core. Her body was what brought her here, but it was her soul that was making Cruz lose all control. How could it be that, from such a short encounter, he could crave a woman so much?

“I need a condom; hold on,” he said, as he reached over to his bed stand.
 

She placed her hands behind her head and waited for him, while watching with fascination.
 

“Your dick is beautiful,” she murmured, making Cruz cringe.
 

“Baby, don’t call my dick beautiful. You can call it something like manly or girthy; I’ll even take veiny.”

She crinkled her nose at the last suggestion, while he hovered above her, waiting to have his evil way with her.
 

“Don’t say veiny; that makes me want to dry heave.”

“Noted,” Cruz laughed, as he lowered his mouth and started lapping at her breasts. Her nipples were so hard that Cruz thought he would explode just from the feel of them puckered in his mouth. She was so damn hot, so damn fine, and all his right now…this time, he didn’t have to share.
 

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, as he switched to her other breast, while lowering his fingers to her pussy. With a small thrust, he inserted himself inside of her with his hand and slowly rubbed his thumb along her clit.
 

“God, yes, yes, Cruz, right there. Keep doing that,” she cried out, being more vocal than he expected, but hell if he didn’t love it.
 

“Right here,” he mumbled against her breast, while he curved his finger up to her G-spot.

“Yes!” she cried, as her hips lifted off the bed and she twisted under him, begging for more. “Harder Cruz, harder.”

He pressed harder on her clit with his thumb, while he bit down on her nipple at the same time. The combination had her exploding in his arms and riding her orgasm out on his fingers. When she was done, she opened her eyes and lightly smiled up at him.
 

“I’m not done with you,” he warned, as he spread her legs far apart, exposing her to him.
 

His erection grew harder as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy. Her eyes instantly shut and her chest started to heave again. Her arousal and orgasm made it incredibly easy for Cruz to rub his tip around the ring of her entrance, never fully inserting himself, no matter how many times she tried to thrust her hips down on him.
 

“Oh, my God, please, Cruz, please, just fuck me. I can’t take it,” she writhed under him, trying to pull him down, but he stood straight as he continued to torture her and himself. He just needed to soak in the way she looked under him for a couple more seconds. He loved hearing her beg.
 

“Please,” she said softly, as if she couldn’t take it anymore.
 

Wanting to give her what she wanted, he stopped teasing her, took a deep breath, and ever so slowly, started to insert himself. Her tight channel wrapped around him and he gritted his teeth, trying not to lose all control the minute he was fully inside of her. She was like a damn vise around his dick, sucking him dry.
 

“Motherfucker, you feel good, Maelani.”

With her legs still spread wide, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Her tongue darted out and coaxed his lips. He mimicked the movement, and soon enough, he was thrusting hard into her while twisting his tongue with hers. Frenching with her at such a manic pace almost felt like he was back in high school, but he loved every second of it, while her hand ran through his hair and pulled on it.
 

Her cries started to grow louder, and even though he was almost positive everyone in the house could hear them, he gave zero fucks, because watching and hearing Maelani come apart under him was, by far, the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
 

Pulling away from her mouth, he pulled her breast into his mouth one last time and that was when her orgasm started to rack her body. She clamped around him, and he pumped his hips harder until he exploded and grunted out her name as rapture ran through his body. He couldn’t feel his extremities, only the connection he had with Maelani, and it was too fucking good to pull away.
 

Once they both settled from their orgasms, Cruz looked down at her and kissed her nose.
 

“Fuck, I’ve needed that for a while.”

“What, you didn’t have another girl you could call up?”

“No, I did, but I needed your pussy, Maelani. I needed you.”

Her face went soft at his confession, and she pulled down on him, kissing him thoroughly.
 

Finally, he pulled away and pulled out of her to remove the condom. After he cleaned up, he lay back down with Maelani and pulled her into his chest, something he rarely did, but with her, he wanted to hold her, to touch her, and feel her soft skin under his hands.
 

“Can you stay the night?”

“I planned on it,” she said, while nuzzling into his chest.
 

“Good, because I have plans that involve fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

“Sounds perfect to me,” she cooed in his ear.

Chapter Fourteen

**Landon**

“Dude, please tell me you’re lying right now,” Landon asked, completely dumbfounded.

“I swear, I’m not,” Kaid replied, as he took a long pull from the beer he was drinking. They were able to sneak some brews into the house, finally. “I saw Grey with his fucking pants around his ankles, lying butt ass naked on the island with his dick poking in the air and Willow with her top off and a satisfied look on her face.”

Laughing, Landon shook his head and said, “Too bad the cameras aren’t in the house just yet…that would have made for an amazing TV moment.”

“I washed my eyes for half an hour,” Kaid said absentmindedly, as he looked off into the distance.
 

“Couldn’t have been that bad,” Landon tried to reassure his friend, who looked very disturbed.
 

Kaid’s eyes glared at Landon as he said, “Willow is practically my sister, and no guy wants to see a dude lounging about on the kitchen counter with his bean pole reaching for the sky. That shit is just wrong.”

Shaking his head, Landon still couldn’t believe what Kaid was telling him. “But, I thought she hated Grey.”

“I thought so too, but looks like she couldn’t stay away. The worst part was…” Kaid leaned forward as he spoke to Landon. “When I looked at Willow, she fucking licked her lips.”

Lifting his eyebrow at Kaid in question, Landon asked, “Why is that bad?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously, did she need Chap stick?”

Kaid choked on his beer and started coughing. Landon patted him on the back, wondering what the hell he was missing.