Hollywood Lies (17 page)

Cole bit her lip in such a demure way I couldn’t stand it. I was already slightly drunk, but I drained the beer from the bottle in one long pull, then let it drop to the floor. It didn’t break, just landed with a thud. I focused my entire attention on her. With one step, I was flush against her, her back to the dirty tiled wall. “Does my dirty girl want to get fucked in this nasty bathroom?”

“Yes, please.”

I feel her breath against my ear. It drove me fucking wild. Before I even had a plan, I spun her around, used my legs to widen her stance, and with one arm wrapped around her waist, lifted her skirt up.

My hand in front moved to her pussy, and I used two fingers to spread her lips. I knew she was wet from earlier. While I was hard, I wanted to play longer, so I brought the fingers of my other hand up, and she bent her knees slightly, like she was asking for it, so I pushed up and eased them into her.

I could hear her breath as it hit the tiled wall. “Like this?”

Again she was silent, but I could tell by how her brow was creased, how she still bit her lower lip, that she wanted me to fuck her in this dirty bathroom with my fingers.

So I did, and when I’d made her come that way, I wasted no time in rolling the condom on and bringing my hard cock to her wet and wanting pussy before shoving it in.

Her arms, strengthened by yoga, braced her body against the wall until she couldn’t take the magnitude of my thrusts. Then her face pressed against the wall, and I moved in close to kiss her jaw, her ear, her neck.

Cole’s tits were smashed against the tiles, but I wanted to touch them, so I pulled out, spun her around, lifted her up, then pulled her down onto my cock again. I rubbed my chin and cheek over her breasts after pulling the dress down. I sucked and bit at the nipples while thrusting up into her. All she could do was hold on, moan, and come hard.

The quick pace, coupled with my intoxication meant I couldn’t last for long, so I didn’t fight it. I let my orgasm explode from within as I sucked her left tit so hard I knew it would bruise.

Once I eased her down off the wall, I pulled her skirt down her hips, then the top up over her breasts. Then I studied myself in the mirror and straightened my clothing, ran a hand through my hair, and shot a look at her.

She licked her lips.

“You’re not a dirty girl, Cole, but I liked fucking you in here.”

There was a wicked gleam in her eyes. “You better go out before the others get suspicious.”

I kissed her hard, then turned around and went back out. No one even realized I was gone except for Julie, and I couldn’t have cared less about her cold stare.

I shake free of the memory and readjust myself in my jeans. I probably shouldn’t think about sexy times with Cole so much, but I can’t help it. Even when I can’t sit next to her when we go out, I sit where I can see her perfectly and shoot her little grins every now and then.

I think the secrecy makes our relationship even more intriguing. I mean, not only is she intelligent, witty, kind, compassionate, and so very, very hot, but when I’m at a club with her and the rest of the group, and I watch her dance, it drives me crazy. I’m forced to wait until we’re alone in her suite before I can touch her. The tension builds and builds, and when I’m finally allowed to be near her, I can’t pull myself away.

Enough thinking about sex. I have to pay attention to Brady.
 

“Dude, are you even listening?”

“Yeah, Brady. I’m listening.”

“Then why aren’t you freaking out? We’re coming up to see you!”

Shit. I missed that part.
“That’s fucking great! Just you and Coop?”

“I knew you weren’t listening. For that you get to buy the first round. No; me, Coop, Matty, and Needles.”

“No shit? When did Needles get back from California?”

Brady makes a noise that sounds like, ‘Phfft,’ and says, “A month ago, where you been?”

“Boston,” I reply with a laugh.

“Yeah, but you were in LA before that, living your high-life, and you still managed to know where everybody was and what we was up to.”

I can’t help but smile. Like me, Brady is a New Yorker through and through. In acting class, I worked on standardizing my accent and regional dialect so when I got to California, my NYC roots wouldn’t show. The side effect is being able to pick up the accent in my friends. Brady’s accent is Brooklyn all the way.

“Hey, what’s this I hear you e-mailed Needles about some chick? Who is she, and why haven’t you spilled it to me? Ain’t I still your best friend?”

“Of course you are,” I say. “And when you get your ass up here, I’ll braid your hair and paint your nails to prove it.”

“Hey, watch it there, Dev. Everyone knows you’re the pretty boy.” Brady pauses.

I know what’s coming.
 

“So spill it. What chick has you e-mailing Needles, of all people, about her? And why ain’t I on your list of who to tell? You always wax poetic to me or Coop about chicks. It ain’t still that Julie chick, is it? What, you love her now?”

“Hell, no. It’s not her.” I glance at my watch, then get up off my bed to start getting ready. I’m meeting Cole in a few minutes. “It’s supposed to be quiet, you know? Needles doesn’t usually talk, so I thought he’d be a good guy to tell. Obviously, I was wrong.”

“Yeah, you were! Needles pretends to be all trustworthy around you, but I’ve found his weakness. He spills anything when the Jäger’s flowin’. So this secret girl, is she famous?”

As I run hand through my hair, perfecting it in the mirror, I make my decision. “You promise not to spill to anyone but the boys?”

“Course.”

“Do you promise to make them promise, too?”

His voice is indignant. “When we gonna rat you out? Fuck you if you think you’re so goddamn important that we even give a shit about—”

“It’s Cole.”

Brady pauses. “Holy shit. I thought you were going to say you’re banging that Addison chick, but Jesus, Devon, you’re hitting Collette fucking Stroud?”

My stomach knots, but I adopt a firm tone. “It’s not like that, Brady. We’re not just fucking, although the sex is amazing; I’m like crazy into this girl. She’s . . . well, damn, it’s hard to find a descriptive word that she’s not. She’s so smart and funny and
together
.”

“And it don’t hurt that she’s a powerful Hollywood millionaire and has an incredible fuckable body to boot, does it?”

My jaw clenches. Brady is my friend, but I’m about to go off on him for making it sound like I’m interested in Cole for her money, power, and body.

“Don’t deny it,” he goes on. “I saw her spread in
Maxim
. Two words: Fucking hot.”

“Listen, I know she’s hot, but shut the fuck up, okay?”

“You guys are gonna be like that other couple. Shit what’s their names? The forty year old chick with the young guy? I mean, not only is it hot, like I’m totally jealous of you right now, but it’s completely acceptable in society. So how old is she, bro? Like thirty—”

“She’s thirty-three, but shut the hell up, man. I like her. I mean, I
really
like her, so have some respect when you’re—”

“Ah, shit,” he says. “This is gonna be like Hannah in the eleventh grade, ain’t it? You’re gonna get all sensitive until we’re not gonna be able to make the slightest comment about anything remotely to do with her.”

“No, it’s—”

“And what happened with Hannah, Devy-boy?” He gives a little pause, but not long enough for me to even try to answer. “She broke your tender little heart, and then we listened to your bitching and moaning for six months.”

“All the while telling me you told me so. I remember.”

“Except we couldn’t tell you she was fucking around because you wouldn’t hear it.”

“This is different, okay? First, because of the paparazzi, Cole and I can’t be caught together, and because of the whole world giving a shit about what she does, no one can know. So you can’t tell. And second, don’t talk about her body because it’s disrespectful, and I don’t tell you how smokin’ Brooke is because you’d knock my teeth out if I told you she made my dick hard that time she dropped the spaghetti all over the floor and was on her hands and knees cleaning it up.” Thinking myself clever, I smile.

“Yo, fuck you. Don’t be—”

“Disrespecting the girl you love?”

“Exactly.”

“Fine, but don’t disrespect Cole either.”

“The difference is that I’ve been with Brooke since the dawn of time. We grew up one house apart—our parents practically betrothed us, and you just met Cole. And it’s not like Brooke’s an important public figure; she’s a bartender.”

“So?”

“Fine,” Brady says with defeat in his voice. “I’ll be respectful of your feelings for her.”

“Thank you.”

“So what’s it like to fuck her?”

Asshole
. I laugh. God, it’ll be good to see him.

A week and a half passes and my friends are in town; we’re all going out clubbing. By we, I mean most of the cast, and some of the younger members of the crew. The studio people have come to visit, so Cole has been incredibly busy. Too busy to even return some of my texts.

I tried to see her at lunch to introduce my friends, but Julie blocked me with a vindictive smile. Lucas told me he’s nailing her now, and Julie made sure I knew it today. Her innuendo was thinly veiled, but Matty had to be obtuse and point out that she implied my dick was like a pencil compared to Lucas’s.

I just narrowed my eyes as we walked away.

But now that the shooting is over for the day and Oscar told me the studio brass were on their way back to Cali, I bring my friends up to Cole’s floor. I’m old news to the security guards, so I don’t get hassled when I step out, but they give me a worried look as they nod to Brady, Matt, Cooper, and Needles.

“They’re cool. You can check them if you want,” I tell the security guard, Matthew. He looks to Seth, who nods back.
 

Matthew and Seth pat down my friends as if they’ve just been arrested on the side of the road. No one is prepared for it, so when my friends are done being violated, I throw them an apologetic smile.
 

“When I’m famous, you’ll have to be strip searched to gain access to me,” Cooper says.

At her door, I knock. When it opens, the first thing I see is Cole’s smile. She looks relieved to see me, but then she sees my friends behind me. The smile falters. It doesn’t disappear completely, but it changes to an on-camera smile.
 

“Uh, hello.” Something is definitely wrong. I’m thrown off guard by the instant shift in the air around us. “Cole, my friends are in town, and I wanted you to meet them.”

“Hi,” she says as she eyes them one by one.
 

Cole seems to do two contradictory things at once: exude more confidence in her posture, but shrink back into herself. I don’t know that my friends see the shrinking part. Maybe I can sense it because of all the time I’ve spent with her, but a definite change happens. I feel her pulling away.

Before I know what I’m doing, I place a hand on her elbow.
 

She looks down at it, then back up. Her eyes do not connect with mine, instead they go back to my friends. “How long are you all in town?”

“Just the weekend,” Brady says.

“Big plans?” Cole shifts subtly to make my hand drop from her elbow.

I answer quickly, “Everyone’s going to Club U. Do you want to come? It’d be—”

“No, I’ve got a bunch of stuff to do. I hope you guys have fun,” she says. It’s insincere.

By the time the guys are saying goodbye to her, she retreats into her suite. Just when I try to speak again, the door clicks.
 

“Well, that was weird and awkward,” Needles says.

“Yeah, and you’d know about awkward, wouldn’t ya? Tell us again about what you did when Becks found you making out with those two college girls?”

I breathe a sigh of relief that Brady is so good at deflecting attention and in my corner. My heart pounds and my face is flush with embarrassment. As we wait for the elevator, I can feel Brady turns his eyes on me, wondering what the hell is happening.