"Yes, please." She loved having him inside her, loved the feeling of possession, of belonging. "Don't go fast today."
"Anything you want, polite girl." His mouth hot and wet on her throat, he rocked into her, the words he spoke in her ear dark, carnal.
When Molly, her inhibitions lowered, murmured certain things back, he rewarded her by tugging on her engorged clit just enough to make her moan but not come. Sensation a sultry wave across her skin, she reached one arm up and back around his neck again, his skin hot against her own. "I adore you, Zachary Fox." Adore wasn't the only word she wanted to use, but Fox, she knew, would accept this word as he wouldn't the other.
Smoky, sexy eyes locked with hers in the mirror, his smile telegraphing an open delight. "I like being adored by you, Molly Webster."
Smiling, she continued to hold him close as he drove her to another luxuriant orgasm. A kiss to her shoulder before he pulled out--to her moan--and turned her around, hitching her up into a seated position on the black granite of the bathroom counter. It placed her at the perfect height for him to tug her forward and slide into her once again.
His cock rasped against her pleasure-swollen tissues, made her gasp. Leaning forward, she kissed him, playing with the ring in his lip. "This thing is the architect of my doom."
Cupping her butt, his smile sinful, he pulled her tight against his groin. "Ever think about a ring of your own?"
"Me?" She ran her hands over the lithe muscle of his shoulders, dropping her head to kiss her way across the ink on one side, the hot, masculine taste of him an intoxication. "No way can I pull off a lip ring. It just wouldn't look the same on me as it does on you."
Fox thrust a hand into her hair, holding her to him as she sucked on his neck. "I wasn't thinking about your lip."
"Hmm?" she murmured, blowing out a breath on the skin she'd wet.
His fingers clenched on her butt, and then he was pulling out of her, shoving up her thighs with a grip under her knees, and slamming back in. Oh God, it felt good. Bracing her hands behind her on the cool stone of the counter, she watched her man find pleasure in her body. His muscles bunching and releasing, his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with their mingled passion, his heavy-lidded gaze locked on the place where they joined.
It was the most incredibly erotic thing she'd ever seen.
It didn't surprise her in the least when her body wound tighter and tighter, only to come apart on a small scream.
"That's my Molly." Dragging her close, Fox took her mouth with his, one big hand on her nape. He always held her close during sex, made her feel unbearably cherished even in the most rawly sexual moment. And he always, always made eye contact.
Heart aching, she locked her arms and legs around him and watched him go over, her lover who was her everything. All her life, she'd fought never to be tied so absolutely to anyone, but she loved Fox until she couldn't breathe. The irony was that he was a man for whom the words "I love you" meant only abandonment, pain, and loneliness.
A half hour later, her feelings for him a pulse in every cell of her body, Molly sat curled up in Fox's lap in bed, her T-shirt and panties back on and her lips cool with butterscotch ice cream. "The ring," she said after he drew the spoon back from between her lips. "Were you serious?"
He ate a bite of the decadent dessert. "I was just thinking"--a wicked smile--"since you have so much fun with mine, I might enjoy playing with one."
"Where?"
"Here." A tap of the back of the spoon against her left nipple.
Molly flushed, the ice cream he'd fed her before speaking that single word sliding down her throat. "Never going to happen." The idea of a nipple ring was so outside the realm of anything she'd ever considered that she could feel herself turning redder with every second that passed.
Setting the ice cream on the bedside table, Fox cuddled her close. "You are so cute." His chuckle vibrated against her. "I was teasing. Not that I wouldn't fuck you silly if you turned up with a nipple ring--but since I do that anyway, it wouldn't make any difference."
"You're awful," she muttered, threatening to pull his hair. "Maybe I'll get a piercing one day just to see the look on your face."
"You know another place women sometimes get pierced?" His voice was a gritty purr that touched her in her most private places.
"Yes. I read Cosmo." Grabbing the ice cream, she shoved a spoonful into his grinning mouth. "That particular piercing is never, ever, ever going to be a possibility."
Swallowing the ice cream, Fox dipped a finger in the butterscotch and painted her lips with it before kissing the cream off. "I was going to say I hope you don't go that far. I like you all soft and lush down there."
Breasts swelling under the T-shirt, the "soft and lush" parts of her damp, Molly decided to give Zachary Fox a taste of his own teasing medicine. "You know what else I read in Cosmo?"
"What?"
"That guys get certain lower-body piercings, too. Apparently it can be very pleasurable for a woman."
A look of pure horror on his face. "Jesus H. Christ! Feed me more ice cream to get that nightmare image out of my head."
Shoulders shaking in laughter, she did as ordered. If a few drops "accidentally" fell on his chest and she had to lick them up, well they both had a good time. Especially after she managed to drop the ice cream on the part of his anatomy he had no intention of piercing. Fox "complained" about her very bad aim and took over, only for Molly to find herself turned into dessert.
They fought for the spoon, laughing and cheating by any possible means, the sheets so tangled by the time a truce was declared that they had to get out and remake the bed.
It would hurt so much if he wasn't in her bed and her life one day in the future, Molly thought as she watched Fox leave the room to get rid of the ice cream carton. The fear was enough to choke her, make her want to turn and run, save herself from the pain. But the Molly who hid was gone, replaced by this wild Molly who loved a rock star named Zachary Fox... and who was considering the benefits of a nipple ring.
Chapter 27
Kathleen turned up again two weeks later, while Molly was working at her computer. She'd had a bite from a nonfiction writer looking to hire a research assistant for a short-term contract. Since being able to make a living doing that type of work was Molly's ultimate goal, she was in the midst of preparing a detailed outline of her proposed research path when the other woman rang the doorbell.
"Hi." A long, false Kathleen smile when Molly opened the door. "Look, I was wondering if you wanted to do lunch? Since Fox is a good friend, and you're in his life, we should get to know each other."
"I'd love to, but can we do it tomorrow?" Molly said, unsurprised Kathleen remained skeptical about her--trust couldn't come easy in this town. "I'd really like to send an e-mail off to a potential client in the next couple of hours," she added so the other woman wouldn't think she was blowing her off for no good reason.
Kathleen's expression was odd for a second before she said, "Sure, I'm between films at the moment, so my time's flexible. I'll pick you up at one?"
"Sounds good."
Conscious Kathleen would select a nice restaurant, Molly dressed with care the next day, choosing a slim black skirt that flattered her body and a pretty mint-green top. To her surprise, the actress took her to a park in what appeared to be a suburban neighborhood where everyone was too busy with their kids to worry about anyone else. "That guy makes the best burgers," she said, pointing to a silver food truck parked in the shade of the palm trees on the street. "You game?"
"Sure." Molly waited with the actress at a picnic table while Kathleen's bodyguard went to buy the food, the line long enough that it'd be several minutes at least.
"Does the guard go with you everywhere public?" Molly realized she'd unintentionally stepped on a nerve when Kathleen's expression went blank, shields slamming down. "Sorry," she said at once. "I was just trying to break the awkward silence."
Kathleen shrugged and thrust a hand
through her hair. "It's no secret. I have a disturbed and obsessed fan who thinks we're married--the cops haven't managed to catch the fucker, even after he broke into my house and left a disgusting piece of himself on my bed."
Knowing exactly the toll stalking could take on a victim, Molly was horrified, then outraged. "At least you won't have any problem with DNA evidence."
Kathleen laughed, the frost thawing a fraction. "That's just what Fox said."
The bodyguard returned then. Leaving the food and bottles of water on the table, he walked off to stand by the car with the driver, their eyes scanning the picnic table and surrounding areas.
The scrutiny made Molly want to squirm. "Don't you feel bad when they just stand there?"
"Not at the wages I pay them." The pragmatic words were followed by a small smile that might even have been real. "It's okay--they're professionals. I tried to get Butch to eat with me once, but he was mortified. How is he supposed to protect me if he's stuffing his face? Casey, my driver, he's a bodyguard, too, so he thinks the same."
"I see their point." Molly took a bite of the burger and moaned. "Oh my God, does Fox know about this truck?"
"Yes, I showed him." Taking a bite of her own burger, Kathleen chewed and swallowed before saying, "Did you get that e-mail sent?"
"Yes." Molly took a sip of water. "I got the project. It's small, but it's a start in the right direction." Fox had opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate last night, his genuine happiness for and pride in her another arrow to Molly's heart.
Kathleen was silent for a long while. Wary of exploding another conversational mine, Molly watched the mothers pushing their toddlers on the swings and found herself thinking how much Charlie would've enjoyed a lunch like this. She missed having her best friend nearby.
"You're really real, aren't you?"
Molly angled her head at the other woman. "I don't understand."
An incisive look. "The way you look at Fox, the way you touch him, you care about him."
Befuddled by the statement of the obvious and a little annoyed at Kathleen's continued questioning of her and Fox's relationship, she said, "Why else would I follow him halfway across the world?"
"I didn't mean to offend you." Kathleen blew out a breath. "The thing is, in this business... let's just say I've learned to be careful who I trust. Fox's always been good at looking after himself, but then he turns up with you after a vacation."
Molly kept her silence, giving Kathleen a chance to talk.
"It made me wonder what your angle was. Only I don't think you have one." The actress looked nonplussed. "Either that, or you're a better actress than I'll ever be."
"Not a chance." Putting down the uneaten part of her burger, Molly took another sip of water. "Fox is the only reason I'm here--he's become my home," she said simply. "I don't need anything else."
"I'm beginning to see that." Kathleen rolled her own water bottle in her hands. "I should've twigged when Abe mentioned how the guys end up at your and Fox's place more often than not for a jam session these days. They used to alternate between houses a lot more. Now he says it feels like your place is home."
Molly had had no idea Abe felt that way, he said so little. "Thank you for telling me, and thank you for reaching out."
"I did it to get some dirt so I could open Fox's eyes about you."
Molly laughed at the other woman's disgruntled expression. "I know."
"Shit." Kathleen shoved her hand through her already tousled hair. "Now we have to be friends. You're going to need me to teach you how to navigate these shark-infested waters." She leaned forward. "Rule one--nice people get eaten alive."
"Should I take notes?" Molly asked lightly, even as her stomach turned at the reminder she existed in a different world now, one run on rules she didn't understand.
Kathleen smiled, and this time, it wasn't as perfect, but was much more real. "Don't worry. I've got the guidebook." She held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Kit."
Seven days after the tentative beginnings of her friendship with Kit, and Molly didn't know what she was doing at a swanky New York party filled with tattooed rock stars other than her own, award-winning actors, actresses, and directors, "money people," assorted plus-ones like Molly, and beautiful swimsuit models with boobs out to there and legs up to their ears.
"Stereotypes," she muttered under her breath.
Fox leaned close. "What?"
"I'm reminding myself I shouldn't judge anyone until I meet them." She brushed a speck of dust off the shoulder of his black shirt with intricate black-on-black detailing along one side--which he'd worn in place of his usual tee because he'd overheard her talking to Charlotte about how men in suits were hot. She'd been teasing Charlie about T-Rex, but Fox had been adorably jealous.
When she'd pointed out how cute he was being, she'd ended up naked.
Now he was as gorgeous and as charismatic as usual, his version of a "suit"--the fitted short-sleeved shirt worn over a pair of well-loved jeans--unbelievably hot. In Fox's case, she thought, the clothes very definitely didn't make the man, the man made the clothes. "Though," she added in a whisper, "it's really, really difficult to accept that the twenty-five-year-old stunner is with the seventy-five-year-old lech out of true love."
"What a cynic." Fox's lips curved, his hand sliding to her butt, possessive as hell. "A sexy cynic."
Feeling her face heat, she tugged at his wrist, though his smile had melted her bones. "Fox."
He kept his hand where it was, stroking her through the tight red pencil skirt he'd bought her, and which she had to agree made her body look smokin'. "I love it when you blush."
"I'm going to kill you," she threatened sotto voce as one of the besuited record executives came over. The man oozed oily sincerity, but for some reason, Molly liked him. Short and with a balding hairline, he reminded her of a friend of a friend--Ken was a sweet guy, but he wanted so badly to be liked that he went over the top with it.
Now Fox was noncommittal to the point of looking bored with this "Ken's" conversational overtures. Molly did her best, but the man slunk away with a big fake smile a couple of minutes after he'd arrived. "Fox, that was rude." It shocked her to see this side of him--the arrogant asshole star.
"Do you know how many guys like that circle around me and the others? Fucking vultures. They want us to jump labels or for one of us to leave the band, go solo, make money for them." Scowling, he took a swig out of the beer bottle in his right hand. "If I was just some poor schmuck who wanted him to talk to me, I'd be lucky to get a 'piss off.' I wouldn't even exist."
Molly closed her mouth before she could say the words that wanted to come out. Fox knew these people far better than she did. But the way he'd spoken, he didn't sound like the man she'd fallen for.
A squeeze around her waist. "Hey, sorry." He nuzzled a kiss to her temple. "Band got kicked around a bit back at the start. Men like that tried to cheat us into signing lousy contracts when it became clear we were developing a following. Guess it's a sore spot."
Leaning into him, she placed a hand on his chest, his body heat caressing her through the fabric. "It's okay." She could understand his disdain for people like those who'd treated him in a shoddy manner, but the unexpected glimpse of who he could be in this world planted a seed of worry in her mind about exactly how well she knew him, a sense of burgeoning unease in her belly.
So when a long-limbed goddess with mink-brown hair down to her butt and a dress that might as well have been painted on sashayed over after Fox left to grab them something to eat, Molly wasn't in the mood to pull her punches.
"I heard you're a librarian," the other woman said, her tone syrupy enough that it was noxious. "That's... charming." A flash of teeth so white, Molly wondered if they glowed in the dark. "And what a... sweet outfit." Cue faux laughter, eyes catty.
"Thanks, I'd return the compliment"--oh God, she was going to go to hell for this--"but you look like you picked up your clothes in the red-light district."
"This is a ten-thousand-dollar designer dress!" It was a screech.
"Really?" Molly shook her head, deciding she might as well give in to Evil Molly all the way. "That material is $2.99 per yard at my local fabric shop."
"You know nothing about fashion!" Spluttering, the brunette staged a quick comeback as Fox appeared with a plate. "Foxie, I was just talking to your little friend." A giggle.
Fox grabbed Molly's hand. "It's time to leave this zoo. Here." He shoved the plate of food into the other woman's hand. "Eat this. Don't throw it up later."
The look on the brunette's face was priceless. Fighting laughter as Fox all but dragged her out of the glamorous hotel ballroom hired for the party by a celebrity couple who were friends of the band members, Molly waited until they were outside to tug up her skirt past her knees so she could keep up with his pace. He took her down the hallway, through an emergency exit, and past two landings before going through another door and down the corridor to an elevator.
It arrived within seconds. The instant they were inside, he scanned his keycard, pushed the button for the penthouse, and pressed her against the wall, his mouth fused to her own. All she could think about was the security camera, but then Fox licked his tongue against hers, his hand squeezing her hip, and she forgot about everything except his body and her own.
It was as well the elevator was a fast one, arriving at the penthouse level just as Fox was fisting his hand in her skirt to pull it up. Shocked by the blast of cool air that entered the elevator when it opened directly into their suite, she pushed at him. "Cameras."
"Fuck 'em." But he tugged her out and pinned her to the wall outside the elevator.
A tearing sound, the force with which he'd pulled up her skirt causing it to rip. Her panties were gone a second later, and he was lifting her up. Locking her legs around his waist, she felt him reach down to release himself from his pants, his knuckles brushing her acutely sensitive flesh. Molly's gasp was short, ragged. Entering her in a single relentless thrust, he wrapped the hand not curved under her thigh around her throat, his mouth demanding on her own.
Barely able to process the sensations, Molly simply held on for the ride as he thrust in and out of her in a primal rhythm that made it crystal clear who was in charge. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything but kiss him, her hands locked tight in his hair while he pounded into her.