Blindsided (32 page)

“I know. I guess we should probably answer the question they’re all asking though, right? It’s too close to the show for them to be all up my ass, discovering what I ate for dinner last night.”

“I agree.” Grace stands and reaches for her phone. “Do you want me to get Charlie to put something out? And what do you want put out?” Her eyes glitter as she asks that last question.

Leah sighs again, and I stroke the side of her neck with my thumb.

“Tell Charlie to call my agent,” I say. “It’s Michael Wilson. He’s already waiting for me to call him.”

“Sure. But what are you telling them?” Grace asks again, the glee in her tone all too amusing. To me, at least.

“That they can fuck off,” Leah mumbles, leaning into my side.

My lips twitch, and I press them to the side of her head, my eyes on Grace. “Tell them that we’re confirming that we’re in a relationship.”

“We are?” Leah asks.

“We are.”

Grace smiles widely, and she jumps up happily. “I’ll go call Charlie now.”

Leah rests her head on my shoulder and curls her body into mine. Ever since we woke up at six a.m. to our cell phones going crazy, she’s been quiet. Every word has been softly spoken, no matter how angry they were, but she’s been like a shadow of the girl I know.

I feel guilty for having made this happen. I wish beyond belief that I hadn’t pushed her into taking this public. That, at the very least, I’d waited until after her show. Really, ten days wouldn’t have fucking killed me. But no.

I needed to stake some bullshit claim to the world because sometimes I look at her and wonder if she is going to leave in a few days.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” She runs her thumb along my jaw. “You’re thinking.”

I capture her hand and kiss her fingers. “I do that sometimes, you know?”

“Sometimes,” she agrees. “Not often though.”

“Hey.” I tickle her side and she wriggles.

“Just don’t apologize to me, okay? It’s not just me that’s affected by it. Hell, I can float aimlessly between my house and yours until they give up. You actually have to go out in public and get hounded by them.”

“Yeah. The gates sure do protect us from their stupid cameras.” I shift so I’m facing her better. “You really sure you’re okay?”

She nods and offers a small smile, but as she leans in to kiss me, she doesn’t look okay at all.

My stomach tenses when I feel Leah’s lips brush across it. Slowly, she kisses downward, and her soft mouth ghosts along the patch of skin above my dick. Her fingertips follow her mouth, and each touch is like velvet, soft and tantalizing at the same time.

I open my eyes and look down in time to see her slowly drag her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip. Her eyes meet mine for a brief second, and they twinkle with heat and sensuality.

“What are you—”

She wraps her mouth around me before I can finish speaking, and I drop my head back. Holy fuck.

She doesn’t respond to me in words. She responds with her body. She curls her fingers around the bottom of my cock and swirls her tongue, wetting my skin and taking a little more into her mouth. Her wrist twists, her fingers tightening slightly around me, and that beautiful mouth takes me again.

Her hand and her mouth work with each other but against each other, her hand coming up when her mouth comes down. Her pressure and speed vary, fast and deep to slow and sensual. She knows exactly what she’s doing—from the gentle graze of her teeth as she comes up to the stroke of her tongue on her way back down.

My hands find the back of her head and I tangle my fingers in her hair. I jerk into her mouth and she holds me tight in her hand, taking me farther back in her throat. She swirls her tongue again, lavishing attention on my swollen head, and gently sucks it.

“Fuck.”

I bend my neck up. I want to watch her wrap those beautiful lips around my hard cock and suck it. And she’s naked,
completely fucking naked,
on her hands and knees. Her ass is in the air, and her head bobs as she takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth with each suck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck
.

She picks up speed, working her hand quickly beneath her mouth. I don’t want to push her head down but—shit—I can’t help it. I hiss out a breath when I hit the back of her throat and she doesn’t gag. She does that again and again, and my dick swells.

I groan, and she sucks hard and slow on her way back up. She’s switching speeds faster than I can cope with it and it’s driving me insane. I can feel my release building inside me. My muscles are clenching, spasming with each suck. My balls tighten like they’re in an iron vise, and my hips jerk up. I let go, my come spilling into her mouth with a fervent groan, but she doesn’t move. Instead, she sucks softly until I’m done.

Adrenaline and pleasure are rushing through my body, and when Leah moves up the bed, I pull her on top me.

“Fucking hell, Leah,” I mutter against her lips, my hands splaying across her body. “You know how to wake up a guy.”

She runs her hand through my hair and smiles down at me. “Happy game day.”

“Happy game day in-fuckin’-deed. If we win, can we make this a regular thing?”

She laughs, and the smile on her face is so much brighter than it was yesterday. “We’ll see. I have to get ready so I can meet Cole.”

“Ah, yes. I get to hear you scream my name for a couple hours.”

“I’m not saying it’ll be in a good way,” she warns, sliding from my hold and skipping into my bathroom. I laugh, but stop when I hear the spray of the shower.

I laugh, but stop when I hear the spray of the shower. “Are you offering shower sex?” I sit up.

“Ha!” She pokes her head around the bathroom door. “No. You got a blow job, so now I get breakfast. Off you go.” Her eyes shine with laughter.

“Orgasms… Breakfast… There’s a difference?”

“Corey.”

“You have me whipped, Leah,” I sigh, getting up and throwing some sweats on. “Completely fuckin’ whipped.”

I
love game day. Preseason or regular season—it’s an exciting escape from the pressures of every day. In the crowd, I’m not somebody. I’m just another person cheering on her team.

And today, I really, really need that.

“Two guys in three days. What a fucking scandal.” Cole laughs and passes me a coffee.

“Hmm.” I glance over my shoulder at the photographers outside Starbucks. “I’m just gonna pretend they’re not here for me and that they’re trying to get inside the head of Hollywood’s hottest property.”

“Well, you know, I’m sure a couple are,” he answers noncommittally. “After all, I did just get the lead in Chasing Tucker.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, yes, I know. Los Angeles knows. Hell, the country knows.” I knock his foot with mine under the table. “I’m glad they didn’t hold the photo thing against you.”

“They were charmed by it. I told you—after that picture got out, I’m the hottest fucking thing this world has seen.”

“And apparently, you just stole Corey’s crown as the most arrogant.”

Cole half grins. “Someone has to be the most eligible bachelor now that he’s tied down.”

“Right. You fill those boots oh so well, huh?”

“Fill boots, pants, pussies—whatever you wanna call it.”

I cover my face with my hand. Am I surrounded by people who are obsessed with sex?

“And if you didn’t like Ryann so much, I’d be happy to—”

“Say it.” I snap my eyes up. “Go on. Dare you.”

He mimes zipping his lips shut.

“Good boy.” I sip my drink and glance at the screen of my cell. There’s a message from Corey, and I swipe to open it.

Photographers just got so close that I think one gave me her uterus and another got me pregnant.

What? I laugh loudly and cover my mouth.
You’re crazy. I’m being stalked at Starbucks,
I send back.

Kinda sounds like a low-budget porn movie.

You’re sick.

Pregnancy hormones are messing with me.

Shut up. Is it that bad there? Do I need to creep into the stadium Mission Impossible style?

You probably shouldn’t come as yourself.

I sigh and put my phone down. Great. Now I can’t even escape into a football game.

I look up at Cole. “I’m real glad you’re driving because you’re gonna have to put them muscles to good use and be my bodyguard.”

He lifts his arm and flexes his muscle. “On it.”

“You’re such an idiot,” I mutter fondly. “Did you hear back from Neil Harmon after your meeting?”

“Yeah. I’m not the only person who’s approached him about it—seems like three-quarters of the hacked people did. He told me that some of the others got warnings about more stuff being leaked.”

I wince. “Shit. You don’t have any more sordid pictures tucked away, do you?”

“Yeah, I mean, there’s a whole bunch of porn movies I never told you about. I’ll be bummed if that shit breaks.”

I stare at him flatly, and he looks back at me seriously. I raise an eyebrow, and he cracks, his lips curving to one side.

“All right. You got me,” he admits. “No. I have no more sordid pictures. Just one. God, I’m boring, aren’t I?”

“I have none, so you’re more exciting than me.” I push my empty cup to the side with a giggle. “Come on, Mr. Muscles. Get me to your car without being assaulted by the media and I’ll buy you a hot dog.”

“Flashing the cash, as always.”

“I’m a big spender. What can I say?” I link my arm through his and pull open the door.

Questions and pictures are fired at me from all directions, and Cole makes easy work of getting these fuckers out of our way. We reach his car in a minute or so and bundle in, slamming the doors behind us. We buckle up, and he flips it around, driving straight at the photographers.

“They move,” he informs me gleefully when I grip my seat.

“I get the feeling that you enjoy this,” I mutter in response.

His answer is a laugh. “Come on. Let’s go watch your boyfriend throw some balls around.”