Starstruck - Book Three (2 page)

The taste of him was indescribable, but the moans I heard
escape his lips were even better. I swirled my tongue around his cock as I
sucked and licked him into near unconsciousness. After a few minutes, he
reached down to pull me up. Saying nothing, he led me over to his bed and threw
me down on my back.

He had that hungry look in his eyes again as his single hand
reached down and yanked at my panties, ripping them off with one swift pull.

He climbed over top of me and we were skin to skin, his cock
resting on top of my wetness. I wanted him inside me so badly. I wanted all of
him. I wanted nothing between us, but I didn’t know how to tell him that.

“Are you on the pill?” he whispered into my ear as his
smooth chest rubbed against me. If anyone else were to ask that, it’d be a
total mood killer but not with Hudson.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“Good,” he said. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

I nodded.

“Is that okay with you, Brynn?” he whispered again, his nose
tickling my ear.

“Yes,” I sighed breathlessly.

Without any further hesitation, his cock was plunged deep
inside me. I could feel him. All of him. And it was nothing shy of amazing.

My fingers dug into the flesh of his back as he thrusted so
hard my body slid against the silky sheets of his bed. Thrust after thrust, our
bodies moved all over the bed. It was like we couldn’t get close enough and we
couldn’t get enough of each other.

He flipped me over, his member still deep inside me. “Ride
me.”

My hips began to gyrate as I rocked back and forth on top of
him, my hands holding onto his smooth, hard chest. His eyes locked into mine as
his face studied mine intently. Everything about making love with him was
exhilarating and intense.

“Come with me, Brynn,” he said. “I want to feel close to
you.”

I shut my eyes and concentrated on the way he felt inside
me. The way he filled me and tickled every fiber of my insides. The way his
body owned mine. The way I could always give myself to him fully and on
command.

As soon as it was over, I slowly climbed off of him and
curled into the crook of his arm. It was becoming my favorite place in the
whole entire world.

“God, you’re amazing,” he said as he leaned over and kissed
me.

“I have some errands to run today and a meeting with my manager,”
Hudson told me Thursday morning over breakfast. “I don’t want you to be left
alone. Alec is going to take you shopping again. You can borrow one of my
cars.”

I peered up at him from across the table. A month in L.A.
and I’d still never set foot behind the wheel of a car. There was too much
traffic. Too many people. Too many roads.

“Don’t look so scared,” he laughed. “Alec can drive.”

“Okay, good,” I said with raised eyebrows. “I’m not ready
yet.”

“You need to learn how to drive in this city eventually,” he
said. “Everyone drives here.”

“I know,” I sighed, dreading it. I was perfectly fine with
Hudson doing all the driving, but I knew I couldn’t depend on him forever.

“I’m leaving tomorrow for my shoot,” he said.

He still hadn’t mentioned he was filming with his ex, Ava
Fox.

“What movie is it?” I asked as I opted to play dumb.

“The sequel to Heavenly Love,” he said. “I thought I told
you that already?”

“Nope,” I said, my eyes locking into his. “Isn’t that the
movie you did with Ava?”

He smiled a knowing smile. He knew exactly where the
conversation was headed. I couldn’t help but wonder if that was the reason for
the impromptu shopping trip. Was he trying to butter me up?

“Brynn,” he said in the most reassuring tone. “You have
absolutely nothing to worry about. I promise.”

“How long will you be gone?” I asked.

“We filmed the movie earlier this year. Now we’re just doing
retakes and a few extra scenes,” he said. “I’m thinking maybe a couple weeks.
Too long if you ask me. I don’t want to be away from you that long, trust me.”

“So I won’t see you at all for two weeks?” I asked.

“I’d fly you out, Brynn, but I’ll be shooting all day, every
day,” he said. “It would be a waste of your time. Why don’t you fly Piper out
here to spend some time with you? Show her the city. Convince her that she’s
missing out on a life far greater than the one she’s got back home. Maybe
she’ll be nicer to you?”

Piper. I hadn’t spoken to her since I’d abruptly left Rock
River earlier that week. I didn’t even know if we were still friends anymore.

“I can’t just come out and hang out in your hotel room or
trailer or whatever?” I asked. I couldn’t believe he didn’t want me near him
for two full weeks.

“You would be bored out of your mind,” he said. “There’s so
much more for you to do here.”

I wasn’t winning that argument.

“Is it because you’re going to be around Ava?” I asked. I
couldn’t help myself. The question flew from my mouth so easily.

He cocked his head to the side, almost offended. “Definitely
not. Why would you even ask that?”

“It just seems weird that you couldn’t go a weekend without
me but now you’re okay with not seeing me for two weeks,” I said. “It’s sort of
a red flag. If I’m being honest.”

“I thought I lost you last weekend,” he said in all seriousness.
“You came back. You’re here. I know you’ll still be here when I get back. You
have certain…temptations back in Rock River. That’s why I didn’t want to be
away from you for too long when you were there. If I’m being honest.”

“Temptations?” I knew he was referring to Luke.

Once again, he had a point. He always did. I had no
intentions of leaving him this time.

“Listen,” he added. “We can FaceTime every single night
before bed, and I’ll text you every free second I get.”

“Okay,” I said, settling.

“Mr. Smith,” Flor said as she walked by. “Ms. Dawson’s guest
is here.”

“That must be Alec,” he said. “Send him in. Brynn, why don’t
you go get ready for your big day on Rodeo Drive.”

I stood up slowly, trying to dissect what had just happened.
All I knew was that he was leaving for two weeks, filming love scenes with his
ex, and trying to buy me off with a shopping spree and a visit from my friend.

I ran back to the room and quickly got ready, ensuring that
I was in an Alec-approved outfit. I wrapped my hair into a topknot and patted
on some Chanel foundation, creamy pink blush, and mascara. Some quick
contouring and I was ready to go.

“Hey, Alec!” I said excitedly as I walked back out to where
the guys were standing around the kitchen chatting. He was pretty much the
closest thing I had to a friend out in L.A.

“Hey doll,” he said as he looked me up and down. He smiled
at my skinny jeans, blouse, and boots ensemble, and I was grateful for his
approval. I still knew nothing about how to be stylish. “Shall we jet?”

“We shall,” I said as I walked past Hudson who held out his
black credit card. I was becoming a kept woman, and while it might have been a
dream come true to some, I was feeling a little more unsettled about it.

I kissed Hudson goodbye and followed Alec out to the
driveway where we hopped into his white Volvo convertible.

“Top down?” I asked. “Really?”

“It’s beautiful out today,” he snipped. “And it’s not my
fault you put your hair up. I think you’ll live.”

Alec’s candor was always equal parts amusing and refreshing.

We jetted towards the freeway and navigated the streets that
led us to Rodeo Drive. We had shopped there once before, during my glam
makeover, but I hadn’t been back since.

“So today I’m thinking we should hit up some of the super
posh boutiques,” he said. “Last time we did department stores. This time, let’s
see what we can find in the smaller shops.”

“Okay,” I said. “You just tell me what to try on, and I’ll
do it.”

“That’s my girl,” he said as he pulled up to a parking spot
and took it before any of the oncoming traffic had a chance to cut us off. He was
so saucy.

We walked into an adorable little boutique just steps away
from our parking spot. The blast of icy cold air conditioning felt good on my
hot face. It was a beautiful day out, but the sun in my face on the drive there
had taken a toll on me. I patted my hair back down into place as Alec ran
around like a giddy school girl, pulling various items and slinging them over
his left arm. He clearly loved spending other people’s money.

“Did Hudson give you a budget for this?” I asked out of
curiosity.

“Ha!” he laughed. “Hudson and budget are two words that
never go together.”

“Oh, like is he bad with his money or something?” I asked.
“Big spender?”

“Hardly,” Alec quipped. “He’s got more money than God. Okay,
not really, but he’s one of the highest paid actors in Hollywood. Trust me,
clothes are not going to make him go bankrupt, my dear.”

“Look at that,” I whispered to him as I spotted a few men
outside with cameras. They had long lenses and they were pointing them directly
into the store windows towards us. “Why would they want pictures of me? I’m not
with Hudson.”

Alec turned towards them then quickly turned back to what he
was doing. He was hardly fazed.

“They’re such idiots,” he said. “Ignore them.”

I was beginning to hear their shouts through the glass, and
the constant flickering of flash bulbs was starting to remind me of the night I
fell outside the restaurant. As a sales woman flew outside to deal with them, I
could feel my face growing red hot. My hands were clammy and sweat began to
bead on my forehead. It was happening all over again.

I took a deep breath then turned back to see if they’d left
yet. The sales woman was locking up the front door and lowering some automatic
shades so they couldn’t see inside.

“Now why would they be doing that?” Alec muttered to me.
“They only do that for celebrities. No offense.”

“Maybe Hudson made a call?” I wondered.

“Look, the guy might look like Superman, but Superman he is
not,” Alec said. “I’m thinking we’re not alone in here.”

He peeked his head up above racks and peered around the
store. It was quiet except for a few other voices coming from across the way.

“Oh, shit,” he said. I watched as his face fell and he spun
back around on his heel.

“What? What?” I asked as I tugged his arm. “Why’d you say
that? Why are you being weird?”

He pursed his lips together and refused to answer as I
suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Fully expecting a sales person, I spun
around only to be faced with none other than Ava Fox herself.

“Hello,” she said with the most condescending smile I’d ever
seen. “You must be Brynn.”

I half-expected her to extend her hand, but she held it
firmly on the strap of the calfskin satchel that hung sideways around her
torso. Her eyes were icy cold, colder than the air conditioning that blew
throughout the store that day.

“Y-yes,” I stammered.

“I hear you’re with Hudson Smith these days,” she said. She
swallowed as if saying his name made her uncomfortable or instantly irritated.

“I don’t know how that’s any of your business, but yes I
am,” I said. “Did you follow me here?”

Her eyes grew wide and a little crazy before she responded,
“Oh, no, no. Honey, don’t get it twisted. This is where I shop. Isn’t that
right, Alec?”

She turned her body just enough so she could see Alec, who
was cowering behind me. He didn’t answer her as his eyes focused on the pretty
garments hanging in front of him.

“From one girl to another,” she said, in her still
condescending tone. “I just wanted to give you a fair warning about Hudson. I’m
sure he’s swept you off your feet. I’m sure he’s treated you like royalty. Taken
you to fancy dinners. I’m sure he’s treating you to this shopping spree right
now.”

So far she’d nailed it.

“But be warned,” she said as she put a slender hand on her
narrow hip. “He’s a joke. You can’t believe a word he says about anything.
Ever.”

“I think that’s for me to figure out,” I retorted. “But
thanks.”

I suddenly noticed her little posse of friends standing
behind her, watching everything. They all gasped when I spoke back to Ava as if
I’d just done the unspeakable.

“Look, I’m just trying to do you a favor, sweetie,” she said
as she looked me up and down.

Up close and personal Ava looked exactly like she did on
screen. Her skin was a flawless shade of bronze. Her eyes were sparkling and
blue. Her teeth were blindingly white. And her body was incredible. Not a
strand of her shiny, flaxen hair was out of place.

“No need,” I said to her as I turned away, trying to end the
conversation. “Are we done here, Alec?”