The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

“I was thinking I’d go back and pack up now while you finish up work.”

She shocks me by wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly.

“I have a rock hide-a-key by the front porch,” she mumbles into my chest. “Just go make yourself at home.”

“Are you sure?” I tip her chin up so I can see into her blue eyes. “If you’d rather I kept the apartment, I can do that.”

“I’d rather have you with me, for as long as I can.”

I cup her face and kiss her until we’re both breathless.

“Thank you. I’ll see you tonight.”

“And don’t forget about our wrap party tonight. You should invite the crew.”

We used a Portland-based camera and sound crew rather than fly everyone up from L.A. and pay for their lodging and meals on top of salary.

“I’m sure they’d like that. I’ll let them know.”

“Okay.” She smiles as she steps away from me. “Now leave before I strip you naked and have my way with you on my desk.”

Her lips are wet and parted, her hair twisted up nicely, just begging to be tousled by my fingers. I can’t resist leaning in and pressing my nose to her neck. She shivers beautifully.

“That’s not much of a threat, Riley.”

She laughs and buries her fingers in my hair. “I really don’t have time for this.”

“Yes, you do,” I reply, letting my hand slide up her bare thigh beneath her skirt. “You own the fucking business.”

“That door is unlocked,” she warns me. Her head falls back with a sigh as my fingers find home plate. “Someone could walk in.”

“I don’t seem to give a fuck.” But I’m blocking the view from the door with my back as I push her onto her desk. I’m not going to fuck her, not right now, but I’m going to make damn sure she spends the rest of the day thinking of me.

“Trevor,” she breathes. She’s holding on to my arms, her nails biting my flesh through my shirt. “Oh my God.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.” I bite her earlobe and then press my lips to her ear. “Come. Right now, Riley.”

She obeys without a moment’s pause, clinging to me, her pussy contracting around my fingers.

“You’re so damn gorgeous.”

“You’re good at that,” she replies, swallowing thickly. “My turn.”

“Nope.” I lick my fingers clean and then straighten her skirt and back away. My cock is pulsing like a motherfucker, but we’re both going to have to wait until later. “I’ll see you later.”

“Should I say thanks?” she asks with a laugh.

“That works.” I kiss her, hard, then walk out of the office whistling. I ignore the smirks from Cami and Addie, sending them a wave as I walk out of the restaurant.

I have some packing to do.



The girls are dancing in the middle of the room. Jake and Addie’s house—“mansion” is a better word—is massive, and the perfect place to accommodate so many people.

Two of our crew showed up as well. I think they were just curious to get a look at Jake Knox’s house, as they’re both big fans, and Jake has stayed away from the restaurant while we filmed, wanting to maintain his privacy.

They’re both standing with him now while he holds his baby girl, chatting and laughing.

“They’re something,” Landon says beside me, pointing at our girls. “They’ve done this since they were kids.”

“You’ve known them for a long time,” I reply, and take a sip of my beer while I watch Riley move out of rhythm in her skintight red dress.

Fuck me, she looks amazing in it.

“Most of our lives,” Landon says.

“Did you always have a crush on Cami?” Mac, Kat’s fiancé, asks.

“I started to notice her as something other than my sister’s friend when I was in high school. We’ve always been good friends, and when we got older, the chemistry was off the charts.”

“But you never pursued her?” I ask.

“I went to college, and then into the navy,” Landon says, shaking his head. “She got married. We went in two different directions.”

“Until last year,” Mac says.

“Yep. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I know what you mean,” Mac says, staring at Kat. “I wasn’t looking for her, but there she was, terrified on that plane.”

He goes on to tell me about how Kat has a phobia of flying, and he was sitting next to her on a flight down to California.

“All of these women are impressive,” I add, and smile when Riley spins, almost crashing right into Cami. “Riley has no rhythm.”

“She never did,” Landon says with a laugh. “But she doesn’t care. You have to admire that about her.”

I love her for a million different reasons.

“Do you love her?” Landon asks me, catching my attention.

“Riley?”

“No, Mother Teresa. Yes, Riley.”

I take a sip of my drink. “I don’t know if I should answer that question when I haven’t even told her how I feel about her.”

“As long as you’re not just in it for the sex, I’m fine,” Landon says. “Because she’s not really that kind of person.”

“I know,” I reply with a smile. “She told me early on, and we are exclusive.”

“Great.” Landon waves at Cami, who’s waving at him from her dancing spot.

The song ends, and the girls scatter, each going to her man. Mia pours herself another drink.

“Hi,” Riley says happily.

“Hello there, beautiful.”

Her chest is heaving from being out of breath, highlighting those sexy tits, and I can’t stand not having my hands on her anymore.

“I’d like to speak with you,” I murmur to her, taking her hand in mine and leading her out of the room and down the hallway to a bathroom.

I shut the door behind us and pin her against the wall.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Not a fucking thing.” I kiss her forehead. “Watching you dance in that dress just about undid me.”

“You’re drunk,” she says with a giggle.

“Nope,” I reply. “Unless you count being drunk on you.”

“So, do you want to go at it in here? Because I’ve never been a fan of bathroom sex.”

“No?” I cock a brow and let my hands glide down her sides to the hem of her dress. Her legs are bare beneath it, as they were earlier, and I’m happy to discover she’s not wearing panties. “What don’t you like about it?”

“It’s rather unsanitary, isn’t it?” She wrinkles her nose, then bites her lip when my fingertip drags up the crease of her leg, right next to where it meets her sex.

“I’m quite sure that Addie and Jake have a diligent housekeeper,” I reply, and plant my mouth on her neck, just below her ear, as my finger finds her clit.

“I don’t remember her name,” Riley whispers.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I reply, and slip my finger through her wetness and into her. Her leg is wrapped around my waist, begging me to go deeper, to free my hard, pulsing cock and take her, right here.

But I’m not going to.

“Trevor,” she moans, and I cover her lips with my fingers.

“Shh,” I croon, and gently bite her collarbone. “We don’t want someone to hear you.”