Pretty Bitches (9 page)

I was going to please him.

I made my way down his chest and abdomen making sure I let him know how much I enjoyed his hard work. By the time I made it to his cock he was trembling with anticipation. I smiled; this is going to be mind numbing for the both of us.

I gently placed my mouth around it and let it glide to the back of my throat. He stumbled back against the tiled wall and let out a loud growl. I finished him off in less than a minute and enjoyed the feeling I got pleasing him that way. It was something I’d never experienced and I loved the way it made me feel.

He pulled me up, his legs trembling a bit and pressed me against the wall stretching my arms above my head and holding them as he claimed every part of my body. I had no control he was taking every bit. He wasn’t kidding about the nipple rings either. He licked and teased them until I felt my-self coming apart. My breathing became heavy and my head tilted back against the wall.

He spread my legs with his thigh and thrust inside me. It caused me to lose my breath while he rocked me against the wall. Within minutes I was tensed around his waist and I felt the blood rush between my legs and my nails dug into his back as I climaxed.

I heard him suck in a breath and tense as he hissed, “Gemma,” Into my chest.

We stood locked together for several moments letting the water wash over us and level our breathing.

He pulled his head from my shoulder. “Yes, you are most certainly dangerous for me, gorgeous. It’s going to crush me when you walk away because you have completely spoiled me. No one else is going to measure up, no contest.”

I sat there a little breathless and definitely fucking speechless. How could we possibly be so intertwined and wound up with one another after such a short impossible time? I just stood, staring at him while he had a wicked grin playing over his lips.

When I thought back over our time together I realized I’d basically been a mute. He’d interacted with me many times and I’d just been unable to formulate a single word. He probably thinks I’m a mental mute, and by my actions I tend to agree.

I think the reason I am so unguarded with him yet still reserved is that I know, deep down, he is just as fucked up emotionally as I am and we just gravitate to each other.

Like magnets.

He’s like my own personal balm. He puts the fire out and replaces it with a soothing calm. I leaned in and nuzzled my nose into the deep of his throat and inhaled. He has such a woodsy, spice to his scent. It made my hairs stand at attention and my blood burn.

But more importantly, the way I fit into the arch of his body—it’s profound. We meld together like ocean and sand—it’s natural and expected. Un-fucking-settling it is.

This is going to end disastrously, I know.

CHAPTER 3: BLACK-OUT

I believe
we screwed the absolute sexual core out of ourselves over the last eighteen hours. When the sun began to rise I found myself extremely restless and confused and emotionally wrecked and just completely fucked up.

As if he was reading my mind—again—he smoothed my hair over my shoulders and whispered in my ear. “Oh Gemma, don’t think for one second that you will get rid of me this easily. I will haunt your dreams and every step you take. I have not had my fill of you.” He placed a kiss to my temple and caressed my body then added softly, “And I don’t think I ever will…” His voice trailed off as he sighed heavily.

I felt every muscle tense as he adjusted me closer to his body, which I didn’t think, was possible. He’d laid every card on the table these two days together and I’d barely ever admitted to a single feeling—desire. I just couldn’t; it would hurt too badly when he eventually does leave my bed, my arms, my life.

I looked at the clock—5:46. “I need to go. I have to get dressed and meet my team.” My voice trailed off as I tried to move from the bed.

“I have things here you can wear and your team can meet us at the location. There is no need for you to rush away from me this morning.”

He gave me no opportunity to argue. He sealed his lips over mine as he pulled me from the bed and carried me to the shower. By the time he sat me under the water stream I had no argument. I was putty in his capable hands, again.

We were giggling about a few outtakes on the shoot two days before when he led me to the closet. After a half an hour I landed on one of his outdoor shirts and a pair of his all-dry pants. He even yanked out a pair of hiking boots that I was able to make work. When all was said and done I looked like I should be on the cover of North Face. I thought it comical but he pawed me incessantly.

“You look better in my clothes than I do, Gemma. This is a crime against the fashion Gods and nature.” He pressed his lips to my neck and licked from my collarbone to my ear lobe.

I think my heart stopped.

I sent Pamela and Charles a text about the location and what supplies to bring. I received two replies simultaneously:

“Um, where are you???” Was obviously from Charles. He will inevitably need to learn how to address and question me. After two years he still manages to put his foot and leg into his mouth daily.

Then I got. “You got it. Already done. So, where are you, would you like us to pick you up? Pamela.” Ah, so diplomatic with her approach. That’s why I hired her—she’s just like me. Asking for the same information but its all about the delivery.

I ignored Charles all together and responded to Pamela: “I’m in no need of a ride. I will meet you at the location. EL.”

I turned to the kitchen following a delicious smell. Cailen was flipping an enormous omelet. There was fresh pressed coffee waiting with fruit and orange juice. I sighed because this is just more than I could hope for.

I pulled a mug from the cabinet and began pouring a cup of coffee. I furrowed my brows and pinched the bridge of my nose in thought. There was a question that had been burning my mind since we arrived and I needed an answer.

I walked to his side and propped against the counter. He placed the spatula down and put his hands on either side of my hips, pulling me close. He pulled the loose hairs from my bun behind my ear and searched my eyes. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?”

I took a quiet breath. “Would you tell me where that painting is from?” He had a flash of something indiscernible in his eyes. “Obviously, not right now but later?”

He took a few beats and I thought he was going to blow me off but he nodded. “Yes, I believe that is something you should hear.” He looked beyond my eyes lost in thought for several moments then added, “It’s my past and it was very dark for a long period. I just want you to trust me, ok?”

He looked at me as if he was about to confess a murder and I was the executioner. A panic set in because this is what I was afraid of—getting close to someone, letting them in and learning there are things that will keep us apart. I nodded, because that was the only thing I could do. My lips froze and my thoughts were racing.

He sensed my apprehensions and pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn’t return it at first but he felt so good and I thought, just one last time. I’ll let him comfort me just one last time.

Thirty minutes later we were in the car and driving toward our location. Luckily we were much closer than the bed & breakfast. After a little over an hour we reached the hike point and hopped out. He took my hand and led me to the trail. We walked in silence for a long while until he pulled me to a stop.

“Look, Gemma, I don’t want to ruin what we have found here. I’ve never felt anything remotely close to what I feel for you and I can’t fuck it up.”

He pulled my face closer to his. “Whatever this is, I want to see where it goes. You make me feel like I can take care of someone—that I want to take care of you. Having never had anyone do that for me I’ve always been a loner and it has worked for me, until now. When I’m with you I have this overwhelming feeling of protectiveness but also possessiveness. I want you all to myself. Just don’t shut down on me. Don’t push me away.” He cupped my face. “Ok?”

If you were to look up overwhelmed and emotionally fucked in the dictionary there would inevitably be a picture of me. I have the emotional range of a peanut. I can’t get close to people, my walls are too high and my lack of communication skills pretty much fucks up anything that makes it past the first hurdle.

I looked around searching for an answer. “Look, Cailen, I just don’t know what you want from me, I mean, I hardly know you. I don’t even know where you live.”

He interrupted, “Leith, Scotland mainly, but I travel around the world so I have several home bases. One being in NYC.” He smiled broadly.

That rattled me for a moment but I tried to keep my momentum. “Yes, well there are so many other things. And not to mention, my life and my job are more than complicated and irrationally busy. I don’t even have time for a cat, which is basically maintenance free, much less a man.” He winced at my description of him. “I just don’t really see this going any farther than this week—I’m sorry.”

He grabbed my face and sealed my mouth with a kiss that had me seeing red stars. When he pulled back we were both racked breathless.

“See, now tell me you have felt that before. Tell me that is something that doesn’t need to be explored. We can always make time for one another without sacrificing our careers and who we are. All I am asking is that we try and figure out what this,” he gestured between us, “…is.”

He looked at me with those artic blue eyes and the intensity was unsettling. But I don’t like to be talked into doing something and I surely don’t like being pressured.

“Cailen…” I began, but he placed a finger over my lips.

“Just think about it, Gemma.” He let out a light laugh. “We are not professing marriage here, love.”

I stared at him for a moment and he gave me one of those blinding smiles that automatically pulled a responding smile to my lips.

He began walking and linked our fingers to pull me along. His voice filled the silent forest. “Do you have any siblings?” He turned to look at my face.

“No.” I said abruptly.

His brows pinched together but he let it go.

“Have you ever been in love?”

That took me completely off guard.

At first I was irritated by his candor but then I realized he’s just as curious about me as I was about him.

“No.” I looked at the ground where my oversized boots were crushing into the snow.

“I thought I was once, a long, long time ago. We were engaged but I called it off right before the wedding. He never really argued. Neither of us could say for certain that what we had was love.”

He pondered this. “I’ve never met anyone I wanted to spend more than a night with, until I met you.” He didn’t look at me, just kept his gaze trained forward.

I said nothing because the words were all jumbled as fuck in my head and I was close to a sensory meltdown.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, still holding hands. When we reached the open clearing and I saw the lights and the tents come into view I pulled my hand from his and stuffed them into my pockets. He followed the progress and eyed me with genuine sadness.

I looked over and offered a small smile. “Can’t let them know you’re screwing the boss; sets a bad precedent.”

He chuckled. “You’re not my boss, Gemma. At least not here.” He smiled wicked. “In the bedroom, absolutely.”

I laughed out loud—couldn’t help it.

He gave me a wink as he strolled past the makeup tent and headed to the main shoot. I was still smiling as I pulled the cloth back and stepped inside. The bustle of models being fitted and wardrobes beings arranged filled the tent. I walked over to the craft service’s table and poured a cup of coffee.

Not long after, Pamela and Charles emerged through the opening.