Hollywood Rebel by Misti Murphy

Chapter Twenty

 

Rebel

I deposit her fine ass on the counter between the sinks and reach into the shower to turn on the jets.

“I’ve never seen a shower like that.” She eyes the rows of water jets along the back of the tiles. Water squirts in every direction.

“I do my own stunts. Well, did. Some days I’d come home so sore.” I step in between her legs. “The water helps.”

“So they massage then?” She raises an eyebrow suggestively.

“Dirty girl.” I smirk as I slide my hands up the bronze skin of her thighs, rest them on her hips. “The only thing in this bathroom that is going to be massaging your clit is my tongue.”

Her thighs fall a little at my words, opening for me. I can smell her arousal. It’s quickly become my favorite scent. Her tongue darts over the midpoint of her lip.

“You want that.” It’s not a question. She’s not timid, even if she has every reason to be. She’s sexy and real and so fucking brave. Just the thought of what she dealt with makes me tense up. While she was telling me what happened I wanted to plough my fists through those guys that hurt her.

And she chooses to open up to me. Take a chance on me. That blows my fucking mind. So what I’m going to do is give her everything she wants and then some.

I tug her to the edge of the counter as I drop to a knee. “Lean back. Let me in.”

She presses her palms into the shiny surface of the counter and does as she’s told. I smirk as her pussy comes into view.

“What’s so funny?” She stares at me, her green eyes enchanting.

“I think that might be the first time you didn’t fight me on something and just did it.” I part her entrance with my fingers and lean in to lap at the shiny wetness that coats her skin. So fucking pretty.

“That’s not true,” she says and then whimpers when I circle her hard little clit with the tip of my tongue.

I let out a long suffering sigh, even though I’ve been as argumentative and strong-willed as she has. Hell, even more so. “You had to go and ruin it. Do you really think I’m going to make you come in my mouth now?”

Her eyes widen in horror. “No, don’t. I won’t argue. Just…put your tongue back where it was…please.”

“And you won’t argue?” I push my thumb the length of her slit and dig the tip of it into her entrance while I smile up at her. “Because if that’s the case I can see a lot of meals in my future that all revolve around eating out.”

Her out, to be specific.

“Keep doing that.” She nods, her breath choppy. “Right there. Oh…like that.”

I keep working her with my thumb. Digging it inside her. Circling it over her clit. Again. And again. I press my lips to the inside of her thigh, from her knee to the crease and back down a mere half inch to where her tattoo is.

The tiny butterfly is about the size of my thumb nail. Its pink and purple wings are opening up. “Damn, kitten. Transformation?”

“Yes.” She moans.

“That’s perfect.” I inhale her musky scent and exchange my thumb for a finger that can reach all those sweet, achy spots I want to find. I watch her watch me, her eyes dark and drunk with lust. Her lips hang loosely open. Her chest rises and falls in sharp beats.

I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit. Her juices slide over my taste buds. Her eyes roll back in her head when I do it again. She moans. It’s a huge fucking turn on, and I want more. Her ass skids on the marble when I yank her forward to give me better control.

Her head bangs against the mirror. “Ouch.”

“You okay?” I ask.

“Don’t stop.” She exhales the words like she’ll die if I don’t keep licking her. Hands in my hair, she grips on for dear life. “Oh God.”

So I don’t stop. I mash my face against her sweet pussy and delve my tongue so deep into her core it’s possible I pull a tongue muscle in the process. I lick and suck and fuck her with my mouth.

“Oh God.” She chases the orgasm that’s building.

I eat up every delicious bite of her. Lick up her sweetness.

“Oh God.” Her hips jerk and a tremor starts in her thighs.

“Say my name,” I growl against her pussy.

“Rebel,” she whispers.

I swipe my tongue over her again. “Louder.”

“Rebel.” Her voice cracks. Her breath heaves.

She’s so close. I continue to fuck her with my finger and tongue her everywhere. “Go on, scream it, Red.”

“I’m not…oh God…going to—”

“Yeah, you are. You know why?”

She keens shrilly. “So close.”

“I know you are.” I pull her clit between my teeth and clamp down on it gently before loving it with my tongue. “And I’ll keep you right here until you give me what I want.”

“Oh no. Oh no.” She pants between the words. Thrashes her head to and fro against the mirror. She’s drunk and incoherent with her need.

“Say it,” I order before I lathe my tongue over her swollen pussy.

“Freaking oh…oh…Rebel.” Her thighs clench and tremble around my ears as she comes for me. My name rings from her lungs like a bell in a steeple, long and loud. Proclaiming me a fucking god, while I keep that orgasm rolling on and on and on.

When she’s panting and boneless I pick her up and deposit her in the shower with me. I lather her up in my soap and watch it run from her skin with the water. She wraps one hand around my neck and the other around my hard on. Her fingers grip me tight and stroke up and down while her tongue thrusts against mine.

I grip her ass and scoop her leg up over my hip. She pushes up onto her tiptoes to bring her body in line with mine. I trail my fingers along her seam and she moans. It would be so easy to slide inside her again and pound my way back to paradise.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, let alone someone who mattered, or who I thought could matter. Summer has pushed her way into my life. At first uninvited and definitely unwelcome, but now…she’s driving me to think that maybe I could want something like dating. And condom-less sex. Perhaps, eventually… more.

“Let me get a condom.”

She nods and lets me go.

I step out of the shower to fetch a packet from a drawer in the vanity. Rip open the pouch and roll the condom carefully over the piercing and down my shaft.

She sticks to me like hot glue as I press her up against the tiles. Automatically hooks her leg around my hip so I can slide into her. I kiss her slow and easy like we have all the time in the world. Fill her with unhurried strokes that feel so fucking good.

Our tongues thrust and twine.

Our mouths catch and eat up each other’s groans and whimpers.

Our harsh breathing and the sound of the water pummeling our bodies fills the space.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, I pick her up. Her legs go around my hips, her back against the shower wall. Her tits bounce between us, and I latch my lips around one of her nipples. Bite the peak and tug at it.

She arches into my mouth. Flounders to find something to grasp onto as she warbles with pleasure.

I smile against her breast. Hold her tighter. Drag her down on my cock until I’m buried so deep I can feel her against my nuts. They tighten up as I bottom out over and over again.

She moans and it sends a fucking shock wave through my erection that almost tips me over the edge. I slip my thumb to her clit and press my favorite button. It doesn’t take much to have her soaring again. Squeezing me. Strangling me with her inner walls. Stealing the cum from my cock and the air from my lungs.

“You’re so greedy.” I smile as I kiss her while tugging the condom from my deflating dick. Tie a knot in the rubber and drop it in the trash.

“I’m making up for lost orgasms,” she says as I hand her a towel.

“What exactly does that mean?” I wrap a stone colored terry sheet around my hips.

“I…” She flicks her gaze at the entryway to the bedroom, like she’s looking for an escape. “I haven’t really wanted to be touched in a long time. I had a lot to work through.”

“You talked to someone about it, yeah?”

“I did.” She studies me shrewdly. She’s a little more perceptive than I’d like. “Did you?”

I stride into the bedroom in search of clothes. Hers are still in the hallway.

“Rebel?” She follows me.

I collect her clothes and dump them on my bed. Exhale. “Can’t.”

“It might help,” she starts.

“Don’t.” I shake my head. She’s like a damn dog with a bone. She’s never going to let this go. “It’s not my story to share.”

“But it is,” she insists. “Maybe not entirely. But you dealt with it. You went to prison—”

“Drop it, Red. I did what I did and I can live with that.”

“Counselling is patient privilege,” she says.

“Leave it alone,” I snap as I drop my towel to yank on a pair of boxer briefs. As relieved as I am that she came to a somewhat accurate conclusion about what happened between me and Alec, and ultimately decided to trust me, I don’t want to rehash it. “It’s over. Done. Just focus on how you’re going to help me get out of the doghouse with Hollywood.”

Her eyes snap, but she presses her lips together as she picks up her panties. “Okay. Fine. We’re going to double down on your social media image and prep for the interview with Harley Roberts. You better be ready to get real close with your new pal, Dog.”

“Whatever I have to do.” I shove my head through the collar of a fresh T-shirt straight out of the closet. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Rochelle safe.”

“I know,” she says on a sigh. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t.”

“You’re worried?” About me… or her job?

“I don’t believe you can be okay with what happened,” she says. “You don’t put someone in the hospital without it costing you something.”

“It cost me time.” And my friendship with Ro. She can barely stand to be around me because seeing me just makes her remember what that asshole did to her. And knowing that’s what she thinks of when she sees me makes me want to beat the shit out of the guy all over again.

Summer cups my face with her hand and stares up at me. I swear she can strip me down to my working parts with just one look. “It can’t be that simple.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I turn her around so I can hook her bra for her. Smooth my hands over her shoulders. Touching her eases my ruffled feathers. “I was fine before you came along. I was still managing, despite Ro not talking to me and Hollywood thinking I’m a shit show of a human being.”

“Well, good thing I came along, isn’t it?” She turns and leans into me, walks her fingers down my sternum to the middle of my chest to poke me there. “I happen to be an incredible publicist who won’t stop until she turns your career around even if you insist on putting every imaginable obstacle in my way.”

“Hey.” I put my hands up in surrender. “I am team Rebel and Heart. I signed the whisky deal. I bought the dog. I agreed to the damn interviews. What else do I need to do to prove I’m willing to work with you?”

“Mmm.” Her belly rumbles so loud it sounds like a mini earthquake. She laughs like it was as unexpected to her as it was to me. “Make me pancakes?”

“The banana ones?”

“Yes.” She reaches up to press her lips to mine. “And I fully expect whipped cream and a chocolate smiley face.”

“Okay, okay.” I draw out a long, exaggerated huff. “I’ll make you pancakes.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.” I slant my mouth over hers and consider whether offering her another orgasm might be preferable for both of us. I should probably feed the woman before I take her to bed though. Make sure she has the energy she’s going to need for all the ways I’m going to fuck her into mind-numbing oblivion. “I’ll make you banana pancakes right now.”