Get a Grip (Hollywood Nights) (15 page)

             
He grabbed her hands and raised them awkwardly above her head. The couch was becoming less comfortable and more restricting. He held her hands at the wrists with one of his hands and stroked over her breast with the other. She wanted to touch him. Her fingers moved to touch his as much as they could in the current position. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She could tell because she had come to recognize the vein that popped out on his neck when he was close to coming.

             
She encouraged him, “You’re amazing.”

             
He shook his head no. She tried again, “You’re so…big.”

             
“Fuck,” he whispered.

             
“So big and thick and I love the way you feel inside me.” He was coming by the time she said the word me. His eyes stormed with unspoken emotions she didn’t quite know how to read. He collapsed on top of her and let her hands go.

             
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “I missed this.”

             
“I had other plans for tonight,” he said in a husky, exhausted tone.

             
“Like what?” She was completely satisfied to be there, even if her shoulder was starting to burn from the angle.

             
He pushed up and looked down at her. “I just…wanted to take my time.”

             
“Me too.” She stroked her hand through his hair. She winced as the shift of his weight caused the shoulder to dig in to the back of the couch even deeper.

             
“What’s wrong?”

             
“Shoulder.” She no more than got the word out and he was off of her. She sat up quickly and rubbed the offended area. Her dress was a wrinkled mess wrapped around her waist. Her bra was still on though not in the correct place. His pants were in a heap on the floor. She didn’t even remember them coming off. He reached to touch the spot she was rubbing. His fingers were larger, his hands stronger, the muscles gave way so much easier and she moaned with the pleasure of it.

             
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He leaned in and kissed the spot he had been rubbing.

             
“You didn’t.” She touched his thigh.

             
“I’m pretty sure I ruined that dress.” He looked at the wad of fabric.

             
“I have to agree with you on that one,” she giggled.

             
“Come on,” he said and stood up. “Let me take care of you.”

             
Ivy let him lead her to the bed. She stepped out of the dress along the way. He crawled into bed with her. She was surprised when he rolled her to her front. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but then his fingers began massaging her back and she melted quickly into a boneless mass.

***

              Bo was already awake and sitting up in the bed when she woke up. He had meant to fill the time between lovemaking with the massage. He put her to sleep instead. Ivy rarely slept through the night so he left her alone in hopes she would wake him up in the middle of the night for round two. She slept soundly. He thought it was odd since she hadn’t been sleeping all the way through the night at home.

             
She looked up at him with her sleep rumpled hair and said, “Morning.”

             
“Morning,” he replied. “I was just about to go meditate. Do you want to join me?”

             
“Can we do it here?” She stretched and rolled over. The sheets slipped lower and exposed her breasts.

             
“Yeah. I think I can manage that.” He moved to the center of the bed. She moved to mirror his pose. They were almost knee touching knee.

             
“I don’t like this pose naked.” She pulled her knees together. “But maybe if I can just…”

             
She climbed onto him. He adjusted his legs so that she could sit on his lap with her legs wrapping around him. She pressed her naked flesh against his and said. “This is better.”

             
“You’re not trying to seduce me are you?” he asked as she wiggled her way closer.

             
“Maybe.” She put her hands on his back and stroked down his spine.

             
He clenched his jaw and said, “Focus, sweetheart. Close your eyes. Relax.”

             
She did for about two seconds. “This is nice don’t you think?”

             
“Ahhhgh.” He looked at her. She still had her eyes closed, but she was not relaxing. He was starting to worry about her. Ivy never seemed to remain calm for long. He placed his hands on her back and pulled her the last fraction of an inch closer. “Inhale. Can you feel my body press against yours? Good. Now exhale. Feel that? Okay. So let’s just do that. Focus only on the feel of the breath, okay?”

             
They began breathing. They got about four deep breaths before she said, “How long do we do this for?”

             
“Till I say stop. Now focus.” He knew she needed this. More than she needed anything, the woman needed to find time to focus on the moment she was in. He remembered how difficult it was to sit like this when he first began. Thoughts you didn’t want to have emerged. Thoughts you needed to have overwhelmed you. It was the non-sexual part of how he got through the betrayal. It was part that helped him to forgive.

             
They were about eight breaths in when her fingers began to move along his spine. His dick responded as it always did to her touch. He reminded her, “Breathe. Just breathe.”

             
Her fingers stilled and she continued to follow the pattern of their breath. A few more breaths in and her entire body language changed. She rested her head on his shoulder, her hands moved to grip his back in a hug. She kept breathing with him. He broke his own pose to return her embrace in the same way.

             
Soon enough he was feeling a connection between them he had never known before. He didn’t used to do all this meditation and exercise. It wasn’t until after he caught his ex-fiancé fucking his older brother in their apartment that he became open to finding new ways to deal with things. One of the guys on set had told him about a class and Bo took it because he couldn’t keep submitting to a woman he didn’t even know at a local BDSM spot. The class helped so he took another, and another, and soon enough he was calm, present and he didn’t need to let someone else control some part of him.

             
He wondered what she was feeling. He squeezed her tighter and she returned the embrace with the same force. He held her like that a moment and then released the grip and let his hands slide up and down her back. She was feeling something and he didn’t want to overwhelm her by forcing her to stay in it too long. “We can stop now.”

             
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.

             
He returned to the same position he was previously in. He let her breathe until she was ready to let go. When she did he was totally unprepared for what happened next. She pressed her lips to his neck and said, “I love you.”

             
His entire body tensed under the revelation. He wanted to hear it. He was simply stunned by her timing. Since they were practically velcroed together in that position she felt his reaction. She immediately tried to push away from him. He wasn’t about to let her go. “Hey. Don’t do that.”

             
“I didn’t mean to say it.” She wouldn’t look at him.

             
“You surprised me, Ivy. That’s all. Hey.” He let one of his hands move from her back to her face. He pulled her chin towards him. He explained, “I didn’t think you would.”

             
“Well, I don’t. It was just this meditation crap. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She tried to push away from him again, but there was no way in hell he was letting go of her.

             
“Look at me. Ivy, please. Look at me.” He could feel his heart breaking when she looked at him with fresh tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I was stunned. I just…I’ve loved you for so long.”

             
“What?” She tensed. Aware of her own reaction she said, “Oh.”

             
“Yeah. It’s a lot to absorb isn’t it?” He leaned in and kissed the tear streaming down her cheek. “It’s true you know. When I first met you, you stole my breath away. I just fell. I tried not to.”

             
“You did?”

             
“Of course I did. You were you. I’m just me.” He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I just couldn’t. Every time you talked to me I would feel connected to you. We liked the same music, the same shows. We both hated the supporting actress on that one film. It’s ridiculous. I know. I just kept hoping one day you would be available. And now your mine.”

             
“That’s a little creepy.” She sniffed, smiled.

             
“Believe me, I know.” He dropped his head until his forehead was on her shoulder.

             
“I was flirting with you all those times.” She kissed the side of his neck. He could feel his heart relax and his cock stiffen. She made a light mmm sound against his flesh. “I would go out of my way to talk to you.”

             
“I thought I was just imagining that,” he admitted. He had wondered why she would end up in weird locations on set. Places she had no reason to be in. Apparently she did have a reason. He was just too stupid to realize it then.

             
“No,” she whispered. “I always knew there was something special about you. Now I know what it is.”

             
“What?”

             
“This. How I feel when I’m with you.” Her hands moved from his back to his chest.

             
“How do you feel?” He gasped as her hands slid lower until she wrapped her soft fingers around his hard cock.

             
She adjusted, used the leverage of his body to push up. When she came down she was pressing his dick deep into her core. Once she had worked him all the way in she looked at him and said, “Complete.”

             
He kissed her lips. Gently he licked, sucked, stroked, and nipped the tender flesh. His tongue slid into her mouth and caressed. She lifted, returned. He held onto her and guided as they moved from the seated position to her riding him. He couldn’t quite explain the feelings rolling through him. He had never felt so connected to someone. He prayed she wouldn’t break his heart. Ivy wasn’t the kind of woman he could rebound from.

             
“Bo.”

             
“Yes, sweetheart?” He could barely breathe. His orgasm was building. The sensations climbed his spine until it reached the base of his skull.

             
“Say it.” She moved harder against him. He looked into her eyes and knew she was doing it on purpose. She wanted him to come. “Tell me.”

             
“I love you.”

             
“Again.”

             
“I love you.”

             
“Do you?” she asked.

             
“Yes. I love you, Ivy.” He could feel the burst of semen as he came. “Only you.”

             
She continued to move until his grip loosened. She leaned forward and kissed his lips. “I love you, too. I think we should mediate like this more often. I feel…refreshed.”

             
He felt like he needed a nap. “That’s great, sweetheart.”

             
“What do you want for breakfast?” She really was refreshed, energized even. He was relaxed, sated. She had wrung him out both emotionally and physically.

Chapter 7

             
“She’s adorable,” Ivy said as she continued to fuss over Jonas and Frankie’s little girl, Justine. That family sure had a thing for names that started with the letter J. Ivy had to admit, it would make passing on heirlooms easier.

             
“Do you want to hold her?” Frankie, Jonas’s wife asked as she handed the child over before Ivy could answer. “She’s getting so heavy.”

             
“She’s in that growth spurt huh?” Ivy asked as she took the baby. She cooed back at her.

             
“You’re really good with her,” Frankie said and sat back in the chair.

             
“I have had practice with my sister’s brood.” Ivy had accepted the offer to meet Frankie for lunch. Shay would be unavailable until after her performance that evening. Bo said he would catch up with Jed.