Summer with a Star (Second Chances Book 1) (17 page)

He finally had to set her on her feet so that he could tug his t-shirt the rest of the way over his head and toss it aside. By the time his hands were free, she already had her tank top off and was reaching for the clasp of her bra behind her back. He went to work on the button and zipper of her shorts, pushing them open and sliding his hand down under her panties to rake across her clit. She gasped and fumbled as her bra snapped loose, bracing her hands against the wall to keep herself from falling over as his fingers delved deeper. She even mewled like a sex kitten when the tip of one finger invaded her.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. His fingertip flickered back and forth across her slit. “It makes me think you could come at any moment.”

“I might,” she managed to squeak out.

“Oh?” He braced his forearm on the door above her head, leaning in until his ragged panting tickled her earlobe. His finger plunged deeper.

Tasha tensed, muscles clenching around his finger as he stroked her inner walls. He could bring her to the edge faster than anything ever had. His hand covered all of her, and he rubbed with a possessive intensity that left her throbbing, but not quite enough. His finger imitated what she wanted his cock to do. A fine sweat broke out on her back.

As much as she wanted to draw out the sweet, hot sensation of lust shimmering through her, as soon as Spence shifted his hand to stroke her clit directly, fingers hot and slick with the evidence of her pleasure, she was toast. Her orgasm snuck up on her like a storm, crashing with startling force as he circled her nub. She’d never come while standing up before. The tremors were deeper, pervasive. They turned her legs to butter. She cried out with the pleasure of it and pressed into his hand.

“Oh yeah,” he hummed against her ear. “Like that. Always like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

She could only respond with a groan, her whole body going liquid.

He eased up the pressure, slipping his hand out of her panties so that he could push them and her shorts down over her hips. They dropped to the floor with a thunk that snapped her at least part of the way to her senses. Enough to realize that her bra hung loose around her shoulders, doing nothing to cover her breasts.

Spence leaned back, taking her in with a glance so hot it stirred Tasha’s lust awake again.

“Would you think less of me if I tell you that right now, with your panties around your ankles, your bra like that, your nipples hard and pink, and your cunny wet and shining, you’ll live in my spank bank for years?”

She laughed, quick and breathless. “That should not turn me on,” she said.

“But it does,” he finished.

“God, yes!”

She pushed away from the door, kicking her shorts aside and finally shrugging out of her bra. The light, cool breeze blowing in through the open windows was heaven against her naked body. She stepped into Spence, reaching for the tie of his shorts, thanking God they were drawstring. One tug and a push and she sent them sliding down his legs.

His cock sprung free, hard and hot, the tip round and strained with expectation. “My turn,” she hummed, reaching down to scoop her hand around his balls. He groaned and tensed as she handled them, gently, just enough pressure to leave him wanting more. She closed her other hand around his shaft, moving up and then down with just enough friction to send a jolt through him. She met that jolt with a grin of victory.

“Bed,” he managed to choke out. “But bring the condoms.”

“One?” she asked.

He huffed out a laugh. “The whole box.”

She laughed and let go of him, skipping over to the dresser and taking a strip of condoms from the box. It would have to do.

Spence had reached the bed, and when she turned around to join him, he flopped to his back, arms and legs sprawled, cock standing stiff against his abdomen. Dear Lord, but he was gorgeous. Everything about his body was perfect. His legs were strong and corded with muscle. His arms were perfectly shaped, his hands large, fingers long. His chest was defined, with just a dusting of hair, and his stomach was ridged in a six-pack that made her mouth water. But at the moment, it was his penis that grabbed her attention.

“This is something I could get used to,” she cooed, crawling up onto the bed between his legs. She tossed the strip of condoms aside for the moment and ran her palms up the insides of his thighs until they reached his groin.

He jerked and strangled a cry as she closed one hand around the base of his cock and moved it to stand straight up from his body. Brad had given up trying to coax her to give him head when she told him in no uncertain terms how much she hated it, but in spite of all that, there she was, aching to take Spence into her mouth.

She started out cautiously, kissing the swollen tip of his penis and licking her tongue over the slit.

“Oh, god, yes,” Spence growled, gripping the bedcovers.

She went for more, opening her mouth around the swollen crown and increasing the pressure of her tongue on him. He was salty and masculine with a taste like nothing else. The tension rippling from his body, the strength of him not pushing down her throat, was almost as good as his hands on her. She worked her lips around his rim, fisting him slowly as she did.

He burst into ragged panting and a growl that was both ridiculously masculine and desperate at the same time. God help her, but she wanted more.

She took a deep breath, relaxed as much as she could with her core aching with need, and dared herself to take as much of him in as she could. He filled her mouth the same way she filled her pussy. That thought turned her flame up higher, and she pulled up, then plunged deeper.

“Tasha,” Spence growled her name as she pushed herself to take him deeper and deeper with each try. It was almost too much, almost enough to gag her, but the heady satisfaction of feeling his body tied in knots, helpless under the pleasure she was causing him—she, Tasha Pike, normal woman, boring teacher—made up for any discomfort. She could do this. More than do it, she could rock his world.

“Enough,” he said suddenly, half sitting up and pushing her away. “I want to come inside you.”

With frantic passion, he swiped at the strip of condoms. Tasha slid across the bed, rolling to her back as he ripped one open and put it on. When he turned to her, the sight of him hot, hard, and ready made her mouth run dry and her core clench in expectation.

“This way,” he growled and reached for her.

He grabbed her hips and flipped her to her stomach. Tasha gasped, rippling with surprise and pleasure. Her heart fluttered with expectation and just the right amount of fear—no, not fear, excitement—as he lifted her hips high. She shouldn’t be desperate for it with her head down, her legs spread, fisting the bed covers, but—

He slammed into her from behind and she cried out at the intensity of the pleasure. Her core clenched hard around him as he sank deep. So deep. He gripped her hips and pumped into her. Hard. Deliciously hard. And fast. And good. Damn good. Her breasts shook free under her, nipples raking against the bed, adding to the pleasure. His hands pinched her hips, but, God help her, that was amazing too. The friction of his cock invading her, big and hard and demanding had her crying out with each thrust. Each hard, fast thrust, accompanied by his desperate groans.

As her climax rushed closer, her body responding to the rock-hard insistence of his, all Tasha could think was
fuck
. Sensual and sweet was nice, but this was fucking. She’d never been fucked before, never thought she would want to be, but this was amazing. She came hard, crying out and giving herself up to the pounding pleasure that swept through her and left her blazing with fire and alive. It felt so good that she kept coming and coming, longer than she ever had before.

Spence groaned as he hit his release, before hers was over. His sound of pleasure kept her going that much longer, until his thrusts slowed and stopped. They collapsed together, falling into a hot, sweaty, panting pile on top of the bed. The world, if there even was a world out there anymore, would take a long, long time to set itself right after that.

“Sorry,” Spence mumbled a breathless apology several minutes later, when they were laying side by side on their backs.

“Sorry?” Tasha asked, incredulous. “You knocked my socks off.”

“Really?” He lifted onto his side, shock plain on his face. “That wasn’t…too much?”

Tasha laughed, nudging him with her elbow.

“I’m not usually so…animalistic,” Spence went on.

“Babe, you can bang me like that any day,” she told him, rolling to her side so she could throw a leg over his and hug him.

“You sure?” he asked, catching her laughter. “That wasn’t too, I dunno, aggressive for you?”

“Turns out I like it a little aggressive,” she said, then added, “now and then.”

“Huh.” He flopped to his back, loose and relaxed, and Tasha sprawled against him. “You’re full of surprises, Miss Pike.”

“And don’t you forget it,” she told him.

She closed her eyes, a wicked smile on her lips. Truth be told, she’d surprised herself too. But she liked it. She liked this woman who could give in to passion so fully. That was who she’d wanted to be all along. Damn, it felt good.

Tasha had more than a few chances to take the new her for a spin before the sun had set and risen again. She was on top of the world, ready to prove Yvonne and herself wrong on every level. The summer was heating up and her vacation was as perfect as she could have imagined it being.

And then the security guards showed up.

Chapter Twelve

“Are they still down there?” Tasha asked, lifting her head from the book she was reading in bed. His bed. Naked in his bed. He looked away from the Second Chances script to his bedroom door.

“I’m sure they are,” he said with a wide grin, enjoying the sight of her. “Or out around the perimeter, at least.”

“They’re so quiet,” Tasha went on. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip. Her plump, kiss-reddened lip.

“That’s part of their job, to be quiet and unobtrusive. To protect you without you feeling as though you’re being protected.”

His explanation only deepened her frown. “If that’s their job, it’s not working. Three days, Spence. They’ve been hovering around the house for three days. Like…like big, black wasps waiting to swarm.”

He sighed and set his script aside, propping himself up on his elbows. Tasha sat at the head of the bed, but he lay sprawled across it, his head supported by two pillows at the foot. He was buck naked too, partially because of the heat wave that had hit Summerbury without mercy the day before, and partially because they’d made love only half an hour earlier…and might just do it again before supper. The old Victorian had no air conditioning, but the windows were open and the breeze blowing in was almost enough to take the edge off the heat.

“Security are not wasps,” he explained, running his toe along the edge of her thigh. “The guys down there, Duke and Mitch, are nice. Yvonne sent them up from New York. I work with them every time I’m in the city. They’re fine.”

Tasha’s scowl didn’t let up by a millimeter. “But that’s it. They’re
there
. Just sitting down there.”

“Walking around outside,” he corrected her.

“They could hear us. They could see us…like this.”

She nodded to him, her eyes zeroing in on his flat abs, his narrow hips, but especially his penis. Little Spence was resting now, but one tiny glance from her stirred him. Her scowl melted into a lusty grin, which only sent more blood to the place it would do the most good.

“Would you rather I get dressed?” he asked, eyebrow arched.

“No,” she giggled.

“Then why worry about Duke and Mitch.”

Tasha laughed. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of looking at you,” she said, tilting her head to the side.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” he hummed.

She snorted. “Are you kidding? Look at all this pudge.” She squeezed the flesh of her curves with an anxious frown. “I’m going to look like my aunt Bernice someday.”

“You look beautiful and feminine,” he told her. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms so she could lay on top of him.

That lasted for about thirty seconds.

“It’s too hot for that,” she said, shifting to his side, her hand staying on his chest, fingers toying with his nipple. “And you’re too hot for me not to ogle.”

He laughed. “Ogle away. That’s why I put in all the work to look like this.”

She propped herself up on one arm to stare down at him. “Is it a lot of work?”

“Hell, yes,” he answered. “My trainer would lose his mind if he saw how much I was slacking this summer.”

She frowned. “You’ve gone for a run every morning since the locals stopped noticing you, and you do pushups and things.”

“It takes a lot of work to have the perfect Hollywood body.”

His explanation put her frown back on her face, right where he didn’t want it to be. He reached up to cradle her jaw, to run his thumb across her lips and cheek. There was something amazing in the way she worried about him. It was actually him she was worrying about. It wasn’t because he might wreck her bottom line or undo all her hard work. It was because she cared about him as a person. He’d forgotten how nice it was to be just a person.

“If it makes you feel any better,” he said, “I’m right at the end of being able to play the hot young cop type roles anyhow. I might be able to cut back on the physical intensity soon and take more character driven roles so I don’t have to kill myself to look like this.”

Her frown twitched to confusion. “Is that really a thing? Ranks and levels of roles depending on what you look like?”

He shrugged. “Look how the roles that actors play over the years change. First you get the sexy action roles where they want you in as few clothes as possible, then you get the deep, thinking roles that earn you award nominations, and then you get the gritty character roles that let you stretch your acting chops.”

Tasha stared at him as though that truth were baffling and horrible.

“It’s worse for women,” he said. “If they don’t look good in a bikini, the roles dry up.”

“Hollywood sucks,” she said.

He laughed. There was nothing he could do but laugh. “That’s why we do indie films and live theater and television when it all becomes too much.”

“That’s why Yvonne wants you to be in this Second Chances show?” Tasha rested by his side again, stroking his chest and stomach in a way that would raise his flagstaff in no time.

“Yep.” He was losing his train of thought fast. “It’s a good script too. I mean, how often do you get to play the Angel of Death?”

“The Angel of Death.” She propped herself above him, her eyes bright with mischief.

He smiled, from his lips, from his eyes, from his heart. She was gorgeous hovering above him like that.

“If I was going to be any kind of angel, that’s the one,” he said. “I like that the show takes place in a nursing home. Lots of potential for some of the finest older actors and actresses in the business to guest star in meaty roles. And since I’ll be the Angel of Death, I’ll get to work with them. Lots of great flashbacks mean lots of period settings too. I would love to play more period roles.”

“That sounds cool. I’d watch it in a heartbeat,” Tasha said.

“Good! Tell that to the studio.”

She laughed. “So why haven’t you told Yvonne you’ll do it yet?” she asked, resting beside him again.

He shrugged, wondering the same thing. “I want to find out more about who’s involved and where it will be filming.”

Really, he wanted assurance that it wouldn’t film in L.A. Yvonne was under the impression that principle filming would be at a studio in New York, but that location shoots could be anywhere up and down the eastern seaboard. Which meant that he could stay out of Hollywood and still do what he loved. It also meant he could be that much closer to Tasha.

He didn’t want to lose her. It had only been a couple of weeks, but he knew that as certainly as he knew his own name. He wanted to keep her—in his arms, in his bed, in his life. With Tasha, he had a chance at something real.

“Have you ever done a fully nude sex scene?” she asked with a mischievous lilt. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen one that you’ve done, but I haven’t seen all your movies.”

He laughed, shifting his free arm above his head. “I shot one once, but it didn’t make the final cut.”

“Really? What a waste.”

His body shook with mirth as he remembered. “It was the single most awkward thing I’ve ever done. I spent most of the day standing around bare-ass naked, everything hanging out, while a dozen crew members hovered around, all technical, with lights and boom mics and camera.”

“Fun.” Tasha smirked.

“If you think that’s fun, just imagine hair and make-up. I had a creative team decide what to do with my pubic hair.”

She gaped at him, then broke down into laughter, nestling against his side in spite of the heat.

“After that, I decided never again,” he finished. “Yvonne puts a strict no nudity clause in all of my contracts now.”

“The world is missing out.”

“Not really,” he chuckled. “Someone leaked some of the raw footage. I’m sure if you do an online search for ‘Spencer Ellis naked’ you’ll be able to find it.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about anyone who wants to being able to see naked pictures of my—” She stumbled at the end.

“Boyfriend?” he filled in the word with a teasing arch of his eyebrow.

She let out a breath. “Seeing my
boyfriend
in the buff.”

It was intended to be a lighthearted comment, but Spence was no fool. Tasha tensed just enough for him to know she really wasn’t okay with it on some level. But whether she wasn’t okay with him naked on the internet or with him calling himself her boyfriend was a knot that he wasn’t ready to try to untie.

“Are you going to reach for your phone and look naked me up?” he teased.

“I left my phone downstairs,” she said, a shade too serious.

“I haven’t seen you apart from that phone for days,” he said. “Won’t Jenny miss your scintillating text conversations?”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know how scintillating it is to have your best friend constantly hounding you for details of your love life.”

“Isn’t that what women do?”

She dug her elbow into his side. “No. Not me, at least.”

“Poor Jenny,” he laughed, catching her elbow and rubbing it. “When was the last time you talked to her?”

“A couple of days ago,” Tasha admitted, a little guiltier than she probably wanted to sound.

“So it was before we did that thing with your legs up over—”

“Spence, stop!” She dissolved into giggles.

The sound shot straight to his groin, and he felt himself growing hard against her backside.

“We could try it again,” he said, reaching for her thigh and lifting it so that he could grind against her. “Maybe in reverse?”

Her giggles would drive him to distraction if he wasn’t careful. “Spence!” she scolded.

A thump in the hall downstairs dowsed their heat before it could really get going. Spence grunted and rolled to his back. Tasha huffed in frustration.

“I thought you said security wouldn’t come upstairs,” she said.

He listened for a moment before saying, “They aren’t coming upstairs.”

Through the open window, they could just make out Duke’s voice around the front of the house. Mitch answered, indistinct, but definitely not upstairs.

“There,” Spence said. “They’re just working. So maybe we can get to work.”

He spooned her again, grinding against her backside and reaching for a breast.

“I can’t,” she laughed, pulling away from him. She slipped off the side of the bed and scrubbed her hands through her hair. He loved how feminine her hair was, even short.

“Can’t what?” He said with exaggerated intensity. “And why?”

She leaned forward to kiss him. “Can’t play ‘how many condoms can we use in one afternoon’ because I’m sweaty, I’m hungry, and it’s almost supper time.”

She backed away, circling around the end of the bed, looking as tempting as Eve with an apple as she walked to the door. The way her hips swayed ramped him up to the point where it was nearly impossible to pay attention.

“So you’re just going to leave me like this?” he asked, turning to display his growing erection to her.

She laughed and shook her head. “Yes.”

She blew him a kiss and stepped out into the hall. He heard her giggle on the other side of the door once it was shut.

Then he heard her scream.

Stepping out into the hall naked and flushed with arousal was not the brightest idea Tasha had ever had. Especially when she pushed open the upstairs bathroom door to find that it was occupied.

Not only occupied, Simon Mercer stood by the toilet, zipping up his jeans.
Simon Mercer
. And she was naked.

She screamed.

Simon jumped about ten feet and exclaimed, “Jesus!”

A second later, as Tasha grabbed for the towel that hung by the door to cover herself, Simon burst into laughter.

“Bloody hell! I’ve never had a naked woman scare the stuffing out of me like that before,” Simon exclaimed in his thick, British accent. He leaned heavily against the sink, clutching a hand to his heart.

Spence’s bedroom door banged open and he lunged into the hall, naked, with his fists raised. Tasha’s eyes popped even wider as she hugged the towel around her middle. She backpedaled into the hallway, smacking into the opposite wall as Spence flew into the bathroom doorway.

“Spence! Fancy seeing you like this,” Simon greeted him, his eyes aglow with mirth. His mouth twitched into a wide grin.

“Goddammit, Simon,” Spence growled. His chest heaved and he’d broken out in a flush all over, but he relaxed his hands and let his arms drop. “What the
hell
are you doing here?”

“Happy to see me?” Simon peeked down at Spence’s penis, still relatively excited from their previous activity.

“I could kill you,” Spence shouted in reply, though a grin pulled at his lips.

Simon nodded at Spence’s crotch and said, “I’d give you a hug hello, but you’re not really my type. Her, on the other hand.” His glance shifted to Tasha, and he smiled, as charming as the day was long. “Hello, love. Simon Mercer.” He held out his hand.