“Good, because I want you to stay.” She presses her hand to my stomach, her fingers crawling up to my chest. “I can’t believe we’re here, in bed, together,” she says softly.
“Because I’m so good-looking and rich and famous? And have a big cock? Don’t forget my big cock.” I’m teasing, but I keep my expression straight.
She stares at me. “You’re being an ass, West.”
“According to Cosmo, I have a hot one. The Hottest Ass of 2016.”
“Ugh! Just when I think you’re actually a nice guy, you—”
She tries to get up, but I roll over onto her, pinning her down with my body.
“I’m playing with you. Jeez, I’m not that fucking arrogant.”
She stares up at me, her gorgeous blueberry eyes blinking up at me. “You were kidding?”
I cock my brow. “Mmhmm. I do that sometimes.”
“Sorry.” Her cheeks turn pink. “I’m probably just still feeling a little sensitive after this afternoon.”
“Did I say I was sorry enough for that? Because I am.” Knowing I must be crushing her, I support my weight on my arms, and my hands frame her face. “So, this should show you how sorry I am. I’m about to tell you something completely fucking embarrassing.”
“Okay…”
“Well, the reason I snapped at you earlier—and, again, it wasn’t your fault, just my fucked up brain taking it out on the one person I shouldn’t have—well, it was because I’d gotten a stiffy while filming.”
Her eyes dim. “Yeah, I spotted that.”
“I gathered…Boner,” I remind her of what she called me back in the warehouse.
She blushes.
“Thing is…my erection…it was because of you.”
“Me?” She looks surprised.
“Of course it was because of you. You’ve been driving me crazy these last few days. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck you. When I was doing the scene with Natasha, I looked up, and there you were, watching. I was trying to focus on what I was doing in the scene, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. I just kept thinking about fucking you, and…I got a hard-on.”
She giggles, her hands sliding down my back. “So, you got an erection over me while simulating sex with another woman?”
“Yep. Messed up, right?” I screw my face up.
“Kinda. But, oddly, it’s sweet. In a messed up way.”
She grins up at me, and warmth spreads across my chest.
Also, my dick perks back up, ready for round two of fun, which reminds me…
“Pins…”
“Do you have to call me that?”
I frown. “Do you really hate it that much?”
I knew it bugged her, but I thought she actually liked it.
I fucking love the nickname. It’s cute. It’s her.
It’s ours. It’s my name for her.
I know it’s stupid, but it’s the caveman in me that wants to keep on calling her it.
Her eyes soften on me. “No, I don’t hate it.” She presses her hand to my face, her thumb brushing over my lips. “You can keep calling me it.”
“Thanks.” I smile.
“I’ll just call you West.” She shrugs.
“Or you could call me Big Dick. Rock-Hard Cock.”
“Makes Me Wet West,” she chimes in, laughing.
The sound rolls through me, making me laugh, too.
“Did you used to call me that?” I tease.
“Of course not!” she says.
But she won’t meet my eyes, and I instantly know she’s lying.
“Tell the truth.” I tickle her side.
She cries out, squirming beneath me, rubbing against my cock, and it feels amazing.
“I didn’t!” she squeals.
“Liar!” I tease, tickling her harder.
“Okay, okay!” she pants, breathless, and I stop tickling. “Once. I called you it once.”
“I knew it! You’re a fangirl.”
“I am not a fangirl. You were just…nope, I can’t say it.” She covers her face with her hands.
I grab them and pull them away. Her face is bright red. Her reaction is hilarious, and I’m dying to know what’s making her so embarrassed.
Then, it clicks in my head.
“Pins…was I a sex toy in your mental spank bank?”
She groans, covering her face with her hands again, turning her face into the pillow.
“I was, wasn’t I?”
She groans again louder. “Ugh! This is fucking mortifying!”
“Don’t be embarrassed.” I laugh. “I’m not. I’m used to being a sexual plaything for women.”
She pulls her hands from her face and frowns at me. Then, she grabs the pillow beside her and hits me with it. “Ugh, you’re a jerk!”
I laugh again, and it feels good. She feels good. Better than good. She feels incredible.
I grab the pillow from her and toss it aside. “Aw, Pins…” I turn her back to me, holding her hands down. “If it makes you feel any better, I spent the better part of last night jerking off to thoughts of you.”
Her hips shift under mine. “You did?”
“Mmhmm.” I bring my mouth down to hers, softly kissing her. “And I came so fucking hard. But, baby, nothing could’ve prepared me for the real thing. Being inside you…I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
“Me neither,” she whispers.
And I feel like a fucking king.
I shift, pressing my cock against her wet pussy, and it feels like heaven.
I rock my hips upward, my cock sliding between her lips, and I wonder how it would feel to be bare inside her. I’ve never gone bare inside a woman—ever.
Charly groans the sexiest sound I’ve heard leave her mouth so far, her eyes closing, head pressing back into the pillow.
I want her again. I want to be deep inside her. Buried in her all night.
But there’s something I need to say, something I tried to say before, and I don’t want to forget. But I also don’t want to piss her off. But it’s a risk I have to take.
But, being the selfish prick I am, I allow my cock another couple of slow slides over her soaked pussy.
“Pins…”
“Mmhmm?”
“I need to say something, and I don’t want you to take it the wrong way.”
The gentle movement of her body against mine stops, and her eyes open, wariness in them.
“We need to keep this between us,” I say the words in the least dickish way possible.
“No worries. I wasn’t exactly going to broadcast that we had sex, West.”
I should be relieved she agreed so easily, but it still prickles at me.
“Oh, thanks!” I laugh. “You know, there are women who would be more than happy to tell the world they fucked me.”
“But isn’t that why you chose me? Because you know you can trust me?”
Her expression is so earnest, and I realize that I do trust her.
But I didn’t pick her.
I didn’t stand a fucking chance against her. From the moment I met her, this was always inevitable. We were always going to have sex, no matter how hard I fought it. Not that I fought it very hard.
“I trust you,” I tell her, my fingers brushing her hair from her forehead.