Twisted Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 6) (2 page)

I know Cruze will be here any minute. “Rita?” I say tentatively.

“His father is still around.”

I take another bite, waiting for more explanations. She doesn’t give me any. There’s a knock at the door. It’s Cruze, I’m sure. There’s a lurch in my throat at the idea of seeing him, of being with him without needing to worry about Zane, but I can’t make my ass move from the chair.

Rita looks at me. “Isn’t that your ride?”

I gulp. “Probably.”

“Go, dear. This house, everything John said in the letter, it’ll be around when you're ready to deal with it.”

“Okay.” I stand. “Rita?” I pause, and she touches my arm.

“One thing I know. John is gone, but not forever.”

I’m still reeling from her phone call. Cadence. After what we did during filming I figured we were over before we started. I was a prick, just walking away. Fuck, I wanted her. I still do. She makes me feel alive, real, like I’m not just some puppet in a show.

Now I might have another chance. Cadence said Zane was gone. I’m not sure what that means exactly:  that she’s done with him or that he dropped her. Neither option would surprise me.

I just want a shot. Another shot. Fuck, I’m a prick. A mother fucking—  My cell rings. It’s my manager, Denise. If I don’t answer she’ll keep calling and texting until I do.

“What is it, Denise?” I ask, irritated. “I’m driving, so make it quick.”

“Zane is out.”

I slam on the brakes, causing the car behind me to knock and skid. I swerve off the highway and put my Porsche into park. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“He’s gone. Like, he’s disappeared and no one has any idea what happened. The production company is still backing the film, but no one is sure who’s running it. Nigel and Scarlett are thinking of walking off the project.”

“Can they? We all signed a contract.” I run a hand over my face. Check my reflection in the mirror. I’m sure Cadence has the answers.

“Tell them to hang on. I might know something in a while.”

“Really?” Denise asks. She sounds doubtful. “You and Mr. Zane aren’t exactly close. In fact, the last I heard he was saying things that’ll put you out of the game for good.”

“He’s a lot of talk,” I say and try to sound confident. I know better than anyone that he can do what he threatens. “You start digging. Do the shit you're good at, and if I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

“Fine, John. Just,” she sighs, and I know I’ve been a pain in the ass lately. More so than usual. “Don’t do anything stupid, 'kay?”

I chuckle. “I’ll try.” I hang up before she can yell.

Checking out the window, I press the gas and pull into traffic.

When I pull up to the address Cadence gave me, I’m shocked. The house is amazing—grand, but not as bad as I thought it would be. Zane always seemed like such a pretentious ass, I’d expected more.

I turn off the car, walk up to the door, and knock.

And wait.

When the door finally opens, I’m edgy. Nervous, like I’d been on my first date when I was twelve. As soon as I see her face, that emotion is replaced by happiness and a little worry.

“Hey,” I say. “You ready?”

Cadence seems a little lost. “Yeah.” She steps out and then stops. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

She runs into the house. I lean against the railing, wishing I had a cigarette. I know they’re bad, but when I’m stressed there’s nothing better. That first drag… I love it.

Cadence comes back, closing the door behind her. She’s got a big bag slung over a shoulder.

I stand. “I can take that,” I say.

She clings to it like it’s her life preserver. “Nah, I’m good.”

“Sure.” I walk over to the car and open the door. “You wanna put the bag back here?”

She looks at me. Her eyes are crunched, like she’s trying not to cry. I try not to be pissed because it looks like she’s really sad the son of a bitch is gone. What the fuck? Does she regret the time we spent together? Maybe she’s still pissed. I don’t know, but I’m going to do all I can to make it up to her, to really get to know her.

“I’ll hold on to it,” she says, sliding into the seat.

I shut the door and take a deep breath.

We drive in silence until we’re on the highway. “Where to?” I finally ask.

She doesn’t answer.

“Cadence.”

“Ummmm.” She sniffles.

“Want to go back to the hotel?”

She wipes her eyes. Fuck. “What did that mother fucker do to you?”

“Nothing,” she whispers.

“Please don’t be mad, but I’m going to take you back to my room.”

She leans her head against the head rest. “Thanks, Cruze.”

“Of course.” She closes her eyes and I focus on the road ahead. When we get up to the room she sets down the big duffle.

“Mind if I take a shower?”

“Not at all.” I walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. She’s standing in the doorway. Her shoulders are slumped. Her eyes are down. I move to her and touch her cheek. She raises her head.

“I’m really grateful you came and got me. I-It means a lot.” She crosses her arms.

“Cadence,” I say and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. She doesn’t move. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. “I want to make you feel good.”

She opens to me like a rose. Her lips part and her tongue meets mine. I quickly peel off her clothes, my lips never leaving hers. God, she’s so fucking amazing. Her lips, her tongue, the curve of her waist. I take one of her nipples and roll it between my thumb and finger. She tips her head back and moans. I kiss along her jaw, make my way down her neck to her breasts.

When I take the other breast in my mouth, her hands find my hair. “John. Cruze,” she pants.

I pause and look up. Her eyes are hungry. I strip and pull her by the hand into the shower. Then I proceed to wash her hair and her body, taking extra time on her pussy. She feels amazing and I know she’s enjoying it. Mainly I want to wash every last fucking place John Zane could’ve touched. I want him gone, because Cadence is mine now. I slide a finger inside her pussy. She’s so fucking wet and my cock is instantly hard. I want inside her. I want to fuck her deep and make her cry out. I want to claim every last inch of her. I want to make her feel so good that the look she’s been wearing for the asshole John Zane will be forever gone.

“Protection,” she says, and I remember her rule. Even though we didn’t use protection when we fucked during filming. I still want to honor her rules.  

“Be right back.” I kiss her on the mouth quickly and go to the nightstand where I keep my condoms. It’s fucking freezing outside the shower and I hurry back.

When I step in she wraps a hand around my cock, kneels, and puts the condom on, then wraps her warm mouth around the tip. I throw my head back in pleasure. It’s crazy because I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but Cadence? God, she has a mouth like magic.

She takes me deep in her mouth so my cock is touching the back of her throat. “Fuck.” I grab hold of her wet hair and pull it away from her face so I can watch. She moves a hand around my shaft along with her mouth. “Cadence.” I move my hand with her as she slides up and down until I’m close to coming.

Finally I pull her off. There are so many things I want to do to her body, but I need to be inside her now. I lift her, she wraps her legs around my hips, and I press her back against the shower wall. When I slide my cock in we both moan. I cover her mouth with mine, desperate to feel everything she’s feeling, to be everything she needs all at once. She bites my lower lip and I shove my cock deeper inside her wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Cruze. Fuck me hard,” she growls against my lips. I comply, grabbing her ass. She rocks against me. Her eyes are closed and I wish she’d open them, let me see.

She seems to sense my eyes on her and opens them. “Make me come,” she says.

I drive in deeper, over and over again, our bodies slapping against each other. I feel her body tense as does mine. “Come for me, Cade.”

Her nails rake against my back. “I’m coming,” she pants.

I feel her orgasm against my cock and the feeling causes me to come.

We stay together a while, breathing heavily. Finally I kiss her chin and lift her off me.

“Cadence?” I say, searching her face. It’s important to me what she thinks, what she feels. A part of me wishes it wasn’t true, but I can’t help it. I have real feelings for her.

In answer, she leans her face against my chest and wraps her arms around me.

I hold her, satisfied with what she has to offer. For now. But I’m going to need answers.

After the shower and the incredible fuck, John helps me out of the shower.

“Are you hungry?” he asks softly.

I need to snap out of this funk. My brother chose to fuck up his life with drugs. There wasn’t a damn thing I could’ve done to help him. I know that. But knowing doesn’t change the way my heart feels. Knowing doesn’t take away the guilt, the sadness, the what-could’ve-been. My brother is gone. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. But fuck if I don’t feel like a total bitch for not being there, for not somehow stopping him from slowly killing himself. 

Zane chose to leave. I get that he had his reasons. Whatever the fuck they are. Fine. Plus, he gave me Cruze’s phone number. He might as well have said “I don’t want you anymore.” I’ve wanted to get to know the gorgeous man in front of me for weeks. Now’s my chance. I refuse to fuck it up. Regret is a stupid emotion.  

“Not really,” I reply, pulling the towel off my hair and squeezing the soft terry cloth against the ends of my hair.

Cruze takes it from me and continues massaging it into my scalp. The sensation is amazing. I turn and face the bathroom mirror, ignore the haunted look in my eyes, and watch Cruze. God, he’s gorgeous. Long lashes and a perfectly sculpted face are minor assets compared to his kissable lips. His brows are crunched together as he focuses. Water glistens on his naked body and enhances his muscles when they flex and move.