Playing in SECRET (Corrigan & Co. Book 9) (20 page)

“Getting a boner in a
room full of high school students is frowned upon, so stop talking
about last night,” I say, pulling her in front of me to hide said
boner.

“What do you want me
to talk about then?” she asks, leaning in to me.

“Chemistry. Talk
Chemistry. Throw out elements and formulas. All those things I don’t
understand.”

“Oh, you want to hear
the things I yell out when you make me come?”

“Audrey.”

“Blake.”

“You are a wicked
woman.”

“I am.”

She walks away, leaving
me and my situation to myself. I turn my back, and take a few deep
breaths, thinking about grandmas, and puppies until my dick behaves,
and then I grab some food. It’s amazing, and I thank everyone again
once we’re all done and the kids have packed up the leftovers.

“You ready to go,
Dree?”

“Yep. I just need to
grab my bag from Darcy’s car.”

“No you don’t.
We’re dropping you guys off at the airport.”

“Airport?”

“I asked you to pack
a bag. Did you really think we were staying in town?”

“Yes?”

“Staycations rock,”
Ainsley says as Zack wraps his arms around her, and nods.

“They might, but
we’re not staying.”

“Just a little hint.”

“It’s cold.”

“It’s cold here
right now.”

“I’ll keep you
warm. Come on, we have a plane to catch.”

They take us to the
smaller executive airport where I have a plane waiting for us. I wish
I could make this part of things a little less ostentatious, but the
drive is a little too long, and on a commercial flight, I might get
noticed. I’ll probably get noticed on our date, so I want a little
time just for us. I also want Audrey to be comfortable, and a private
plane will help me achieve that goal as well.

“Matt would’ve let
you borrow a Corrigan jet, you know.”

“I’m not borrowing
a jet for our date. I don’t even like how it looks for me to rent
one for a date, but since Vegas is lacking what I need, I had no
choice.”

“It’s fine,” she
tells me, placing her hand on my arm once we’re seated.

“Fine? Dammit, I
should’ve just bought us commercial tickets. This is too much. I
knew it!”

“Blake, I don’t
even remember the last time I flew commercial. I don’t care how we
get to our date. I just care that we’re
on
a date. Stop worrying. I’m going to love whatever you have
planned.”

“Sorry. I just want
things to be perfect for you.”

“I know. I felt the
same way last night.”

“I had a great time.”

“Me too, but I think
I need to convince you to give me some details about today. How long
is the flight?”

Audrey

An SUV meets us on the
tarmac, and Blake apologizes again. I know he’s embarrassed that he
can’t just take me around like a normal person, but it’s okay. I
know he’s a movie star, and I wasn’t lying about not flying
commercial. I use Corrigan planes for all of my travel, and our
incomes are actually pretty close. His money means nothing to me, and
I know it’s just a way to provide well for Jeanne as far as he’s
concerned. Are we more comfortable than the average American? Yes,
but neither one of us thinks that makes us better than anyone else.
That’s what is important to me.

I know we’ve landed
in Salt Lake City, but I’m not exactly sure why we’re here. When
the car pulls up to a miniature golf course, I turn to Blake with a
look of surprise. “Here?”

“I love mini golf,
and Vegas only has indoor ones, which I don’t consider to be the
real experience. You have to be outside, with a windmill, and snake
or some other animal at the end to sink your ball into.”

“I’m going to
ignore the remarks I could make about that last statement, and focus
on the fact that we’re playing mini golf. I
love
mini golf, and you’re right, indoor is not the same. Do you think
they have bumper boats, too? Or maybe even laser tag?”

“Probably yes on the
boats, but are you sure it’s safe?”

“I’m pregnant,
Blake, not incapacitated. I can get a little bumped around.”

“Okay. I’m not even
going to try and beat you at laser tag. I’m surprised you don’t
have one at your apartments.”

“Nah. That would be
too much like work for some of us. I
love
it, though. Please play with me. I promise to let you hit me a few
times.”

“Now who’s using
the sexual innuendos?”

“I really wasn’t
that time, but if it helps to sway your decision, we can go with it.”

“I can’t say no to
you, so lead the way. We’ll start with whatever you want.”

“Golf first, I
think.”

“Golf, it is.”

The golf course has
American monuments, and no windmill, but we still have fun. We’re
evenly matched, and Blake ends up winning by only one stroke. We try
to do bumper boats next, but they tell us it’s too cold out. It is
cold, but that’s what coats are for. Blake promises to make it up
to me as we get ready for laser tag. He’s better at it than he let
on, but I still win this one. Blake says we can stay longer, or head
to our next destination.

I’m a little tired,
and he’s starting to get recognized, so I tell him we should move
on. We get in the SUV, and Blake tells me we have about an hour
drive. “I’ve never driven in the snow, which is another reason I
got the car service. I didn’t want to take a chance with you.”

“We’re going into
the mountains?”

“Park City.”

“Really? I’ve heard
it’s beautiful there, but I’ve never been. Are we going straight
to the hotel?”

“No. I thought we’d
get dropped in town, and do a sleigh ride, or have dinner. Our hotel
has options, but I was hoping you were up for a little exploring.”

“I am. Do you mind if
I take a little nap?”

“Not at all. You can
use me as a pillow.”

“Thanks. Your date is
blowing mine right out of the water, by the way.”

“It’s not a
contest, but I’m really glad you’re enjoying it.”

“I am.”

I curl up into him,
resting my head on his shoulder as he puts his arm around me, and
kisses the top of my head. It’s not long before I feel my eyes
closing. “Sweet dreams, Dree.”

* * *

Blake

I hate to wake Audrey
up, but we’re here. There’s a light snow falling and the sun is
fading. It’s beautiful, and I want her to see it, so I kiss her
softly. She starts kissing me back a moment later, and I pull back to
smile at her. “We’re here.”

“Oh wow,” she says,
looking outside.

The lights around Main
Street are just coming on, and it looks magical. I help her out of
the car, and tell the driver that we’ll be here for at least a
couple of hours. He makes sure I have his number, and then drives
off.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes. Very.”

“Shit. I should’ve
fed you in Salt Lake.”

“I wasn’t hungry
then. I woke up that way.”

“Are you sure?”

“One thing you can
always count on with me, Hollywood, is that I will eat when I’m
hungry. Pregnant or not, I love food, and I’m not vain enough to
skip a meal in order to make myself look good.”

“You always look
better than good.”

“Thank you.”

“I heard there’s a
really good Italian place around here,” I tell her as I take her
hand and begin to walk.

“That sounds like
Heaven.”

We find the restaurant,
and have a really good meal, despite a few people asking for
autographs. I’m used to it, but I hate that my date with Audrey is
interrupted. She takes it all in stride, and even acts as
photographer when needed.

“Sorry, Dree. I was
hoping I could fly under the radar.”

“I am having the best
date of my life. I promise. I don’t mind making your fans happy.”

“I want to kiss you,
but if I do, it’s going to be all over the internet in seconds.”

“Does that bother
you?” she asks, looking hurt and confused.

“Not even a little
bit. I just want to make sure you’re okay with it. I know you said
you were, but it’s important to me that I don’t mess anything up
for you.”

“I don’t mind being
photographed with you. It’s kind of a dream come true for me—being
out with you, I mean. Not the cameras,” she tells me with a smile.

“Yeah?”

She nods, and I lean
over the table to take her face in my hands. I pull her towards me,
and kiss her softly. I hear the cell phone cameras, and for once they
make me happy. I want the world to know I’m with Audrey. That she’s
mine, and I’m hers.

“Ready for a sleigh
ride?” I ask, pulling back to catch my breath.

“Only if you promise
to kiss me again while we ride.”

“Like not kissing you
is even an option.”

“What are we waiting
for? My sleigh awaits.”

“Why yes, it does.”

I take her downstairs,
and we get into the sleigh I reserved. I bought the whole night
because I wasn’t sure when we’d need it, and I’m glad I did.
The ride is fun, and the kisses are magical. Huddled up under the
blankets, with the lights twinkling and snow falling while I have
Audrey in my arms, is beyond description. I seriously can’t think
of words that are good enough to describe what I’m feeling right
now, and it’s only our second date. I can’t wait to see what
happens next.

* * *

Audrey

We’re both quiet as
the SUV takes us to the hotel after our sleigh ride. Something
changed today between us—well not really changed, more like
crystallized for both of us. We fit perfectly together. We laughed,
and talked about everything and nothing, and it was perfect. Even now
sitting here in the quiet, with my hand in his, I feel how right it
is. We don’t need to speak, or say anything.

We’re met at the
entrance to the hotel by the manager, who takes us to our room
himself. “I was told you didn’t want to upgrade, Mr. Armstrong.”

“Correct. This room
is more than adequate.”

“If you change your
mind, I can have one of the suites ready for you immediately.”

“Dree?”

I smile, because I love
that he didn’t get us the fanciest suite. “Like you said, this
room is beautiful. We don’t need anything fancier.”

“My lady has spoken.
Thank you for the offer, but we’ll stay here.”

“Very well.
Everything is set up for you tomorrow, and we have you down for a
late evening departure.”

“Thank you.”

I wait until he leaves,
and then arch an eyebrow. “More plans for tomorrow? Isn’t it my
turn?”

“Technically, it’s
yours, but I was hoping you’d let me extend my date. You can have
an extra one later in the week.”

“I was just teasing.
I’m loving this date, and I can’t wait to see what else you have
planned.”

“Right now, my plan
is to get a fire going, and then get you out of those clothes.”

“I like that plan, on
the condition that your clothes come off too.”

“You first, while I
take care of the fire.”

“I’m getting
rewarded for putting my body on display for you, right?”

“What do you think?”

“I’m getting lucky
tonight. Like really lucky, and I didn’t even buy you dinner.”

“I really adore this
funny side of you. You were so serious those first few days with me.”

“I like to be taken
seriously, so usually no one outside of the Society and our close
friends ever sees me letting loose with the sarcasm.”

“I’d glad to be
included in that group.”

“Even after you saw
how corny I could be at the hospital?”

“I told
you—adorable.”

“I don’t think
‘adorable’ is a word I want associated with taking our clothes
off. Unless it’s our safe word.”

“We don’t need safe
words,” he tells me with a laugh.

“Then stop saying
that word while I’m taking my clothes off,” I say, taking off my
sweater, long sleeved t-shirt, and leggings, while he gets the fire
going.

He turns to look at me
in my lace bra and thong, his eyes on fire, and his mouth curved up
on one side. “Gorgeous, sexy, hot, beautiful, delicious,
mouthwatering. How about those words?”

“Much better.”

He looks around, and
then pulls the comforter and pillows off the bed, arranging them in
front of the fireplace. Once he’s got them all set up to his
satisfaction, he takes my hand and pulls me down and lays me flat on
my back with the pillows underneath my head and lower back.

“Comfortable?”

“No.”

“No? Is the floor too
hard?”

“No. But you’re
still dressed. I’m not comfortable with the amount of clothes you
have on.”

“Soon. I need to play
with your body for a little while first.”

“If you weren’t so
damn good at doing that, I’d fight you a little harder on this.”

“I don’t think I
could get much harder without having to go to the doctor.”

“I’m ready and
willing to take care of that for you.”

“All in good time.”

I might’ve argued
more, but he drops his head to my stomach and gives me little kisses
all over. He’s murmuring about how much he loves the baby, and
yeah, it’s hot as hell, but I need more. “Lower, Hollywood. Or
even higher.
Please.
”

He smiles before
kissing my hips and then my ribs. “That better?”

“Not even close,” I
say, squirming beneath him.

“How about here?”
he asks, lowering my panties a little to give me kisses where I
don’t
need him again.

“You know I wore this
tiny thong because you said you could tear it off me.”

“I said ‘maybe’
and it’s too pretty to tear up.”

He does pull it off and
then removes my bra, too. I run my fingers lazily over my nipples as
he watches. I look at his throat as he swallows hard, and then he
smiles again. Leaning over, he gives me one long lick down my center,
and then backs up again.