34. Desire

CHAPTER 34

DESIRE

MEG MYERS

I flop down on the couch, working one shoe off with the toe of the other, while covering my face with a pillow before the dogs can slobber all over me. Between the three television interviews for the movie going to Cannes and my therapy appointment, I’m fucking beat. It takes a minute before I notice I’m missing two dogs climbing all over me and begging for attention. I don’t even hear their toes tapping around anywhere in the house. But it would be hard to hear that over the loud Latin music coming from the backyard.

Pulling the pillow away and tossing it to the other side of the couch, I lean over to get a better view of the patio. This isn’t the pool cleaner’s jam, and not Devin’s either, but he’s at the rink anyhow. I spot Pongo laying on his bed, and Lulu as she bounces around with one of her toys. There’s movement and I find the reason for the music and why the dogs are ignoring me. Ren bends over into a pose on her mat—showing off her perfect ass and thick thighs. God, I love yoga pants.

She’s been trying meditation and yoga to see if it helps with the stiffness in her joints. In reality, she’s doing it because she’s sick and tired of everyone recommending it, so now she’ll be able to tell them to fuck all the way off. Although, the view I have right now has me hopeful it will work for her. I check the clock and see there’s still plenty of time before the guys should be here for the game.

Ren stands up again into a tree pose, holds it, and switches into a cat pose. She’s on her hands and knees with her back bowed, pushing her ass up higher. I’m relieved that she doesn’t do yoga naked because I’m sure I would have just died. Instead, I unbutton my pants and shove my hand into my boxers. She gives her ass a little shake as my thumb slides over the tip of my cock and I can’t hold back the moan. I want her so fucking bad, but this could be fun.

Admiring her like this feels a little pervy and a lot voyeuristic, but that’s also making it even hotter. I’m biting my lip so hard I should taste blood any minute now, but I’m focused elsewhere while I continue my long, slow strokes. I picture her red lips, perfect and parted as I slide into her mouth. How fucking incredible she feels when I hit the back of her throat. The thought of that thing she does before she rolls her tongue makes my hips jerk upward.I’m imagining what it would be like to have my face buried in her while she’s trying to balance.

She looks like a fucking angel out there, the sun in her hair and that skin tight outfit on. My hand pumps faster, slick pre-cum beading on the tip. I don’t want my hand; I want her. All of her. But there’s something about seeing her like this that’s making me lose my mind.

She goes into the child pose with her hand in her leggings as she plays with herself for me. My hips roll at the sight, wanting to slam up against those fucking thighs. She sits up again, still not turning to look at me as she hooks her thumbs into her leggings and pulls them over her ass. She goes right back into child pose, sliding her thong to the side so I have a front-row seat to her soaking wet cunt.

There’s a loud, pornographic moan that isn’t coming from me. “Chaaase,” she whines so loud the neighbors could hear her. Not that I give a fuck. “I need your big fucking cock right now.”

Like she has a leash on me, I’m up and leaving my pants behind as I hurry out to the pool. “Lulu, Pongo, inside.” I don’t even wait to make sure they listen, kneeling behind her, spreading her cheeks wide, and diving my tongue into that glistening pussy I love so damn much.

“Oh yeah, just like that baby,” she coos, still rubbing her clit in tight little circles while I devour her. I grab her legs, pulling them wider apart before I hook my arms under them and lift her to my mouth. She has to stop playing with herself so she doesn’t fall over, but my tongue takes the place of her fingers and she’s crooning my fucking name. Mine. Because I’m the one about to make her come so hard she sees stars. My fucking stars.

Her body shakes and I can feel the orgasm ripping through her. I drop her back onto the mat, keeping her elbows on the ground and her ass up. A second later, I bury my cock deep inside her quivering pussy as she screams my name again.

“Atta girl, Christ, you feel amazing.” I lean over her, grabbing her tit and squeezing while I lick the shell of her ear. “You enjoy teasing me, don’t you? Putting that pussy on display and making me wait for it. What if Steve came over early and saw you out here like this? What if the pool guy found your fingers in my pussy? Saw you out here, dripping wet and begging for someone’s cock to fill you up.”

“You like that, don’t you Puppy? The thought of some other man watching me, seeing how much I beg for your cock?”

“Maybe, so long as they never touch you.”

“It’s your cock I want, Puppy. Only yours.”

There’s no thought left in my mind beyond her, how much I need her. I’m a mess of grunts and thrusts, whimpers, and slapping skin. It’s fucking beautiful.

“Harder, Chase. Oh, fuck!”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body up so her back presses against my chest. I haven’t stopped fucking her in deep, hard thrusts, and I can’t wait to see the bruises on my legs tomorrow. I’ve got one hand around her throat and the other pinching and teasing her swollen clit.

“Fuck, I love when you scream for my cock, pretty girl. You like that, huh? Like me fucking you hard till you black out? Tell me you want that, my goddess? For me to fuck you stupid?”

“God, yes! Yes!”

I squeeze her neck, and she’s coming all over my cock. There’s grunting and swearing, and it takes a moment to realize it’s coming from me. I’m some kind of fucking animal right now as the rush of warmth spreads over my thighs. “You like that, my queen? Does my cock make you feel fucking good?”

She reaches up and back, finding my hair and pulling hard as her body rocks, fucking herself on me, using me. The pressure builds, telling me it won’t be long now..

“Fucking use me, Renate. Come again, please, come again before I can’t hold it anymore. Use me like the whore I am for you. That’s all I wanna be, you’re fucking play thing.”

We’re tangled together in the most perfect euphoric cloud as we both let go together. I catch her before we collapse, and roll to my side, still holding her to me as I bury my head in her soft, damp hair.

“I love you. I love you so much, Renate,” I huff out, trying to breathe. We weren’t supposed to love each other. We agreed to casual fuck buddies and nothing more. I’m so glad that failed so miserably, because now I get to hold her, and tell her how much I love her. I get to worship her for all she is, body and brains. I belong to her as much as she belongs to me. It’s a bliss I never thought I’d feel.

“My sweet, perfect Puppy.” She pulls my head back down to her shoulder and strokes my hair as she whispers to me and coos in my ear. I’m crying again. I don’t even know who I am anymore, crying after sex, telling her I love her every minute of the day, needing her like a drug. This isn’t me, but I don’t want to go back to my old life. I just want her and everything she does to me.

I pull my head up and my lips find hers while my hand slides to her face, holding her in a fierce but tender way as our mouths tangled like the world doesn’t exist. The shit with Lawson, the stalker, her ex, all of that could have torn us apart, but every obstacle brings us closer together. She’s left marks on my skin and my soul that I hope never fade.

“Don’t leave me,” I whisper as we break for air. The years of games and bullshit are catching up to me and pushing all my abandonment issues to the surface, but for once in my life, I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to let her go. I need to be hers or I’m nothing.

“I’m right here, Chase. Right where I belong.” She strokes my hair before wiping the tears away. “We should get dressed. Cynthia will be here soon, and you boys are watching Dev’s game.”

“Shit, I forgot about her coming over.”

“Chase?” I hum my response into her shoulder as I kiss and nip at her soft skin. “I love you, too, my Puppy.”

* * *

“So, do we think he’s in cahoots with your stalker?” Cynthia asks as she pours herself a drink. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it past him, but it seems a little?—”

“Not just the stalker. He’s working with my ex, too. Luis spent too much time hanging around where he shouldn’t be, telling my mother lies. Lawson knew about that and other things I hadn’t told anyone about.”

“He’s got connections, so I’m not surprised by any of this. He and Chase have butted heads more times than those damn rams on nature documentaries. I don’t know about them, but it sure as fuck gives me a headache.”

She sits at the table across from Ren and they talk while I continue zoning out across the room. I’m replaying memories, all the times Lawson has pissed me off in the past. It’s not a long list since I try to avoid him, but none of our interactions went well. I’m known as a nice guy, and, except for that prick, I usually am. But he should have gone down long before I had to bother with him.

“Chase, are you even listening to us?” Cyn asks, pulling me back to the conversation.

“What? Sorry, no. I, uhm, guess I got a little in my head.”

“Well, get your head out of your ass for ten minutes and get over here. Ren asked what happened between you and Mr. Personality.”

Oh, uhm, I met him almost five years ago. He wanted to cast me for a movie and I came pretty close to signing on, but I found out about the wage gap between my co-star, Rosie Johnston, and me.”

“Rosie?! No, that’s so fucked up.” Ren replies and I remember how enamored she got when Rosie sat next to her. “Why do you people go to his fake ass charity functions after he fucks you all over like this?”

“Publicity,” Cyn answers.

“Ugh, always. How bad of a difference?”

“A few extra zeros at the end of the paycheck. I called him on it, and he refused to budge, so I backed out of the project. People knew me by then from a few of the higher grossing movies I’d done, so people noticed.”

“Yeah, people tend to take notice of a twenty million dollar hit to avoid a court date. Rosie got her friends together and had every intention of fighting him harder if he’d gone to court.

“So this all comes down to contracts and equal pay?” Ren asks Cynthia.

“Oh, you bet your Cooper’s cute little butt it is. Twenty million doesn’t sound like a lot in terms of Hollywood money, but baby, you and Rosie set off a firestorm. He’s seen every single contract you’ve turned down from his studio or studios linked to it. It made agents shy away from anything with his name anywhere near it. Last year, he had to shelve ten movies because no one with a name wanted to sign on.”

“Wait, he still sends me contacts?”

“Yep, and I’ve rejected every one of them, like we agreed.” With a heavy sigh, Cyn tosses two stacks of paper over to me. One stack has Cynthia’s name, and the other, mine. “He has one of these fucked up contracts for each of us.”

“Still blackmail!” Ren yells and Cyn nods.

“He’ll try to use each of us to take out the other. He’s an old man with idiotic grudges and more money than God. Except, he’s not.”

“Huh?”

“He’s financially fucked six ways to Sunday, Chase. Has been for years. Lives well above his means and makes promises he can’t keep. He has a string of lawyers he owes money to, and backers that have never seen a finished product or a dime in return. He also owes money for harassment cases he settled out of court. Hell, I’d be surprised if he could even get the money together to pay Ren off if she did sign this. It’s a sinking ship, and he’s decided you two are going down with him.”

“Do you always use so many idioms?” Ren says, chuckling. Cyn laughs and responds with a shrug. “There’s a lot of that—what do you call it—when it’s all stories from other people and not the source?”

“Hearsay?”

“Yeah! He’s coming after us with a lying, drugged up son of a bitch and a stalker obsessed with Chase as his ammunition? That’s the best he’s got?” Cynthia nods in agreement and shrugs. “He’s scraping the bottom of the barrel and he’s using shit that won’t stick to Chase. At least not for long.”

“You ever thought about going into politics?” Cyn asks with a laugh.

“No. I can’t even get myself a raise and a promotion to department head,” Ren cackles.

“We still need to stay on our toes with what he does next. It doesn’t take much of a controversy to bury an A-lister, because people don’t care about the truth.” She takes a deep breath. “Before we do this, I need to know you’re both on board. If one of you needs to back out, do it now, before this shit hits the public eye.”

“Oh, I’m all in. Let’s fuck this guy up!” Ren shouts.

“You could lose your job in this, Sunshine. Are you sure?”

Ren thinks for a minute before nodding. “Someone needs to stand up to that dickhead. Plus it means I’m fighting alongside Rosie. Lawson and the principal of the school know each other, which puts my job in jeopardy, anyhow. If I help take down Lawson, there’s a better chance I still have my job at the end of all this.”

“God, I love you.”

“Alright, I’ll put together team Screw This Guy,” Cyn says, staring at me. “Also, we’re at the ‘I love you’ stage? Congrats. I’ve got to go meet with Mills and Dr. Clay. It’s easier to clean up after a sex scandal than all this shit. Good thing I like you, Cooper.”