Famous Page 5

  She was staring at me, the smoky gray of her eyes so full of desire. It was one of the many things that caused me to fall for Cami. Nothing about my kink ever scared her. No, she embraced it—made me understand it was part of me. Loving men and women didn’t have to be something that defined me because I defined myself.

  “It’s easy, Mr. Famous. I just want to see you fuck my wife. But make it tender. I get off on this sort of sentimental shit.”

  A wide grin overtook the famous asshole’s face. He was gorgeous. The almost silver in his hair sent my dirty thoughts on overdrive. Silver foxes were my weakness as much as assholes were. He had ticked off two wonderful boxes in the I want category.

  “And what are you going to do as I squeeze myself into your wife’s tight little cunt?”

  His words were almost a dare.

  “Fuck, asshole, what is it you’d like me to do?” I was goading him just as much as I wanted him.

  “Lose your pants. Fuck your cock as I fuck your wife.”

  “Holy shit balls! Are you two going to get down to business or talk this to death?” Cami’s sass was as natural as her curly hair.

  A low belly chuckle came from Miles. “You gotta spunky one here, Lawyer Man.”

  “You have no idea.” I pulled Cami away from his body for a brief second, her face near mine.

  Bringing her ear close to my lips, I whispered away from him, “Are you okay with this, Cam?” We’d had a couple of one-night stands since Jack left us, and we’d always felt cheap after every single one. We were made for commitment, not cheap sex. And though we were in the moment with those men, afterward always left a horrible taste, like a diet soda.

  “Yeah, I think this is different.” She pulled back, and her eyes were glossed over. Though I’d always been made to be with both a man and woman, my number one commitment was to Cami in the here and now. And until another became equal with us, she’d always be my first concern.

  I brought her head to my lips. “I love you. Say the word and we’re done. Got it?”

  “Yeah, back at you.” She gave me a little wink, and when Miles grabbed for her hands, she went willingly.

  “You two on board with this?” he asked.

  I nodded my head, and positioning myself back in the chair, I got ready for one hell of a show.

  8

  Miles

  The hot lawyer stood, unlatching his belt. My mouth was on his wife, but my eyes were on him. Unfastening his top, one button at a time, this man was messing with me. After our little airplane ride along with tonight, I suspected he got off on this as much as he did on my asshole-ness.

  “Want to hurry up, Sexy Lawyer Man?”

  Dane’s eyes gleamed. “Now, look at your term of endearment for me?” he inquired, and he finally acknowledged what I’d started calling him.

  I turned to his wife with a grin. This was fun. Hell, they were fun. “You gotta smart one there, Curly Sue.”

  Her nod was her only reply when my mouth crashed to her nipples. They were a soft pink, and they looked like they’d been painted on her ivory skin with a slightest of strokes. A moan oozed from her lips, but her husband could be heard behind me. “You stroking yourself, Sexy Lawyer Man?” I asked, frustrating Cami in front of me, who apparently liked what I was doing to her.

  My hands replaced where my mouth was on her tits. When I twisted my head, my eyes widened at the perfect specimen who somehow was standing in front of me. “Oh, hell.” My two words were all the explanation Cami needed concerning her husband.

  “He’s one sexy man, right, Mr. Sterling?”

  Sexy man didn’t quite explain it. Shit, he must have taken very good care of himself. “What, are you at the gym five hours a day?” I knew what it took to keep my own body up to specs for my career in acting.

  “I run in the morning.” My gaze moved to his hand as he stroked the beast of his cock. “And I try to make it to the gym three times a week. I also cycle on the weekends.” I saw the shine of his pre-cum on the tip of his dick, and it was so hot.

  Cami turned my head back to her. This foxy lady didn’t like being ignored. “You both done swapping workout routines? Let me tell you, run after two girls all day—that’s how you can retain your girly figure.”

  This woman. She had captured some part of me that many didn’t along with the sexy lawyer as he watched every move we made.

  “Yeah, Curly Sue, I couldn’t or wouldn’t want to ignore you.” I moved to her side of the bed to give Dane a better view. Pushing her down gently, I watched as she spread her legs. “Oh, you’re my greedy little girl.”

  The low timbre of the man, back in his chair in the corner had me popping my head back to him. “Oh, she is. But it’s also the most unforgettable thing to see her orgasm. So hold on tight.”

  Her aroma was the first thing I wanted to search out. An almost distraught expression of desire surfaced on her face. “Hell, Curly Sue. Ready for me to rock your world?”

  I didn’t miss the turn of her head to Dane and watched the two of them when he nodded his approval, and she whispered, “Yes.” I didn’t take her quietness as any indication she didn’t want this. No, I took it as her get ready and feast on me look, and I wasn’t going to disappoint.

  On my knees on the floor, I pulled her body close to me, bending her legs to set her feet on the edge of the bed. Oh, she was cute with a little landing strip that called me to settle my tongue right on her. But I wanted this to be more than a fuck. I was going to be spending some time with these two, so I needed her to understand I had a little bit of a soul left.

  Caressing her thighs, I watched her for a couple of seconds in this way. She tensed up, anticipating my tongue, and in a split second, my mouth covered her entire mound. Her reaction was more than I’d ever wanted. “Oh-hah. Um, yeah, hell.” She howled a little more. I didn’t stop when a loud groan came from the corner. I pulled back and worked my tongue over her clit, but the circular motion wouldn’t work with this minx. So I started with the up and down movement, and when she began to writhe, I took it as her pleasure.

  My hand reached under her ass. “Yes or no? I can, or I won’t. You tell me, Curly Sue.”

  With a sly smile reaching her eyes, she showed me her playfulness when she crooned, “Access granted.”

  The woman and her wit—I was hooked on her already. Shit, my heart grew in that second. But when I popped my head up, Dane fisted his cock. I wanted to wink at him, but I gave him a small smile instead. He watched me, then rolled his eyes back in his head, going faster and faster, jacking his monkey.

  “We’re in for a long night, Sexy Lawyer. Hope you recover fast.” He popped his head up and flipped me off. I loved this back and forth banter already. My finger entered her ass with my other finger working her clit. But I knew how to make her orgasm last longer. Removing my finger from her clit, it entered her pussy. Hell, she was so wet, and in a second with a squirm, she began to writhe again. Yep, I found her G-spot.

  “Be careful, she’s loud when she comes,” Dane interjected from the side of the room. “And she loves her nipples squeezed to the point of pain. She’s sort of a masochist this way.” Her moans filled the room. I was hopeful it was her reaction to my fingers. But if she started to whimper from her husband’s words, I was okay with that, too.

  With my fingers in both parts of her, I leaned forward with my mouth, sucking on her nipples, biting down at times. Her motions became erratic but not out of control. If I brought her body to this carnal pleasure, I was on board for more with Cami Gregory.

  The second I bit down on her nipple, just enough to produce some pain with the pleasure, she erupted throughout the room. “Ah, yeah, don’t stop.” Her moan was a little high-pitched but wonderful to hear coming from her mouth. “Yeah, I’m about to come. Yeah, I am about … hell … oh, yeah.” Her body quaked under me, and my cock grew. Looking at Dane, he stood, grabbing something from what I believe was Cami’s purse.

  “You probably want to push inside her sweet little pussy the second she’s done.” Oh, the man read my mind.

  Swiping it from him, I donned the condom, ready for so much more from the both of them tonight. “Let me ask you, Mr. Gregory?” I began.

  “Yeah, hit me, you sexy bastard.” Dane’s answer was accompanied by his signature sexy crooked smirk.

  “Want to be in me while I fuck your wife?” I never tired of just putting what I wanted out there.

  When he pulled open Cami’s purse again and grabbed another condom, I knew his answer.

  9

  Dane

  This could end in all types of wrong. Picking Cam up off the floor again, after the pain of being deserted, was never an option. Though life was worth the risks sometimes, and something told me this man in front of us was worth every risk.

  I was watching my wife come down from one damn long orgasm. It was beautiful, her thin body still quaking with what the handsome asshole next to me had done.

  His eyes flicked to mine. “Hell, you weren’t kidding. She’s stunning. No wonder you’re protective of her.”

  Rolling the condom down my dick, I twisted my body, making my next statement as clear as possible. “Yeah, you have no idea. She’s my life.”

  He closed the distance between us, helping with the last part of the condom, and with his free hand, he tipped my chin to his. “And I’ll respect her in every way. If I had a woman like her, I’d be just as protective of what was mine.”

  His lips sought mine, and I opened, letting him have access. His tongue was gentle, not what I’d expected, but just as I’d come to anticipate, he could change on a dime.

  I didn’t duel for command; I explored his mouth, our tongues dancing slowly together, caressing one another. He pulled away from me, and my affection for
him grew. No longer did I see him as the famous asshole who tried to fuck us on the airplane. No, this man had demons just as we all had.

  “Thank you,” I said, “for taking care of my number one girl in this world.”

  His hand pressed gently to my cheek. “Dane, you’re a special man. I’ll treat both of you with the utmost respect.”

  He turned to Cami, who was still in an orgasm hangover but she was smiling at our interaction. “You two are so sexy together.” It was all she said, and it was Miles’s turn to close the distance between her and him.

  “Lube,” he commanded, pointing at the drawer next to the bed. I opened it almost hesitantly but found a brand-new bottle. Pulling off the plastic packaging, I fumbled with it because I couldn’t take my eyes off Miles as he entered my wife. He was just as gentle as he had promised, and I loved watching him this way. It was so different from a couple of hours ago when I had bumped into the arrogant man again.

  “I’m ready whenever you are, Counselor,” he teased. Oh, the arrogant jerk was back. But hell, again, it was one of his attributes that drew me to him.

  Placing a generous portion of lube on my cock, I was about to stretch him when his strong tone stopped me. “No, I don’t do gentle—not with your dick of steel. I love it better this way.” His demand made my cock twitch. Oh, I loved to be in control, but hell, I had to do it so much when I was working. Known as the resident conceited jackass around the office, I was fine with this title, but whenever I could enjoy someone taking the reins I was happy, too.

  But I wouldn’t just pound his ass. He was so gentle with my wife, so I’d be just as gentle, at first. Kissing his bare back, I was privy to many tattoos covering his muscular canvas. The ones on his one arm down his side surprised me at first. But this man didn’t care what others thought, and I had to wager they were just one more way to stamp individuality all around him.

  He slowed with Cami, and I continued when my hands circled his body, pinching his nipples. Cami’s soft hands connected with my hands on the famous actor. I leaned over her and smiled, and mouthed, “You okay?”

  A sweet grin fell on her face when she nodded. My other hand was on his shoulder, and Miles grabbed it, pulling it to his mouth and kissing my palm. “Hell, you two are making me a softie.”

  Leaning up, I placed a sweet kiss at his ear and responded, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  He must have known what I was about to do when I placed my cock near his entrance. He stopped with Cam for a brief second as he was sandwiched between us, letting me find entrance within him.

  “Fuck, Dane, I won’t last long being between you two.”

  Cami’s sweet voice filled the room. “Well, we have at least seven more times together, so maybe you will get lucky again.”

  I sped up my pace, and between all our groans, moans, and whimpers, it was almost impossible to place who was who. When Cami was about to come, I let go at the same time as Miles. He fell on one side of Cam as I fell on the other side. But he wasn’t the robotic asshole he attempted to paint for us earlier. He snuggled up to Cami, placing his hand across her naked body to pull on my hand, interlacing our fingers. Soon, Cami’s and his breathing leveled out, and they were asleep. I sat up on my elbows and watched them next to one another. There was no doubt in my mind that I could fall for this man. But until I had to say goodbye to him, I’d do the one thing I swore I never would; I’d treasure him, no matter how short lived it would be.

  10

  Cami

  I reached on either side of where I had fallen asleep between two huge men enveloping me. To my left was Dane, but to my right wasn’t the cute actor who’d rocked our world just hours ago. Sitting up carefully, I scooted out of bed, hoping to find him coming out of the bathroom or arranging some food for us. But I didn’t have to search far before I found a note on the table near the bed with the only light we’d kept on for the night.

  Curly Sue and Sexy Lawyer Man:

  I’m not going back on our agreement. Not at all. As a matter of fact, I’d love to treat you two to a wonderful romantic night next weekend. I’m being a pussy right now because I can’t get out of my own mind. It’s a defense mechanism of self-preservation. But until Saturday, I hope you can understand why I’m giving us some space.

  Miles

  Underneath his note was his address and cell phone information. I tossed it on the table, and with shaking hands, I grabbed my phone to give him a piece of my mind, unable to contain every last bit of anger I was about to unleash on him. The last thing we wanted was to feel used and cheap. With the rustle of the sheets behind me, I wasn’t surprised when Dane’s perfect arms wrapped around my waist, and I picked up the note, letting him read it. He understood my intentions. Sliding the phone out of my hands, he whispered in my ear, “It’s okay, honey. He’s working out his own shit. Let him.”

  He twisted me around, pulling me against his warm body. His eyes were still sleepy, but it didn’t stop him from comforting me. “It doesn’t minimize the special night we had. He let us in, Cam. It was a step.” I was righteously mad more so for my husband, but with his optimism, I could give Miles a week to get his shit together, though after the specified time, I’d have some choice words for him.

  Sandra was asleep in the guest bedroom when I’d tiptoed upstairs to pull the blankets over Maggie’s little body and grabbed the teddy bear Bridget always threw out of her crib. She was used to waking up with Teddy because I’d always place it near her when I’d check on the kids before I went to sleep for the night.

  I didn’t have the heart to wake my sister. Making my way to our room, I saw Dane sitting with his phone while holding the note Miles left both of us. “What are you doing?” My pitch was a little higher than my normal voice because his pure beautifulness startled me. He’d taken out his contacts, and his black-rimmed glasses framed his face. He hated his glasses, but he was sexy as hell whenever he wore them.

  “Oh, I was just thinking of sending him a text to tell him we were looking forward to next week.”

  Shrugging, I made my way over to his side of the bed. Still standing, I faced away, my back to him when he unzipped my dress without me asking. “Cam, he didn’t leave us high and dry.”

  I didn’t say a word and just nodded. “You know more of his story than I do,” he began. It was true. I was a complete Miles Sterling fan in the early days. I’d felt sorry for him when he left LA for New York because he’d lost faith in people.

  “True, but I can’t do another Jack.”

  I didn’t see it coming, not with his strong body behind me, but his arms tugged me onto the bed with him. “You and me both, sweetheart, and as much as I want to reassure you that we won’t, I don’t know. We are being cautious, yes, but we need to take a chance on this if he’s willing.”

  I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. His aroma made me lose my mind as my hand reached between the fabric of his boxers. A soft chuckle fell from his lips. “Hell, Cam, I can’t think with you doing this to me.”

  On my stomach, I watched his face contort, his eyes closed and his lips pursed. Anyone else would have thought he was in pain, but I understood. He was about to let go of everything in his hands as I gave him something to make him forget—only if it was as long as it took me to make him come.

  Wrapped in his arms, I was close to his body. He’d fallen asleep, but I hadn’t forgotten about his words from earlier about taking a chance on someone, and how maybe Miles was the someone. Grabbing the letter with his information on it, I pulled my cell off my nightstand. Taking a chance, I started a message.