Suddenly Famous (10 page)

I just hope that nothing changes with Leah when we get back to New York. Everyday life as Ryker Bancroft has a way of making people run away.

The shrill ring of my phone interrupts my life affirming moment. I snatch it up, annoyed at the intrusion.

“Yeah!”

“Ryker, you’re needed on set, like five minutes ago.”

“Crap, sorry Britt. On my way.”

“Where is your head, Ry?” my best friend asks, sounding puzzled.

I laugh as I recall what just happened in the shower. “You really don’t want to know.”

“So Ryker, how did filming in London go?”

Dr. Benton is sitting in her usual chair, her legs crossed at the ankle, notepad and pen at the ready.

I shift in my seat, still self-conscious of her calm, steady gaze, even after months of visits. “It went great, mostly. Actually no, there were a few minor incidents, and a weird spying thing, which freaked me out. Honestly though? For the most part I had a lot of fun.”

She smiles, “That’s good to hear. You only had to call me twice over two and a half months, so I consider that a step in the right direction. The intrusion of privacy was probably tough on you, but you seem well.”

“Yeah, it feels like it’s getting easier. Sleeping, I mean. I haven’t taken the pills for a while and the nightmares are pretty rare. Dealing with the other shit, the intrusiveness, I guess I’m getting used to it. It’s easier to deal with now that I’m not alone.” I rub my neck and look out of the large window in Dr. Benton’s office. She has a view of the East River with the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges looming in the distance. “It’s just…” I stop, having trouble coming up with words to describe what I want to say.

“What’s that, Ryker?”

“I still feel guilty, I guess. About the girl, Brooke. The nightmares, whenever I sleep by myself… I want to stop feeling that way, but then it doesn’t seem fair. You know? To go on as if nothing happened when there’s a girl dead.” I suck in an uneven breath and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I can’t tell you how to feel, Ryker. I can tell you that what happened is absolutely not your fault. But I think you know that already. You have to be able to let it go, which doesn’t mean marginalizing the girl’s pain or her unfortunate death. It means allowing yourself to have a life and be happy even though she chose to end hers.”

“I know.” I look up and meet Dr. Benton’s kind eyes.

“You said you’re doing okay with the lack of privacy by the press. How are you coping with being out in public?” She scribbles something on her pad and waits silently for me to answer.

My pulse speeds up, causing sweat to start beading up between my shoulder blades. “It’s been… shit, it’s been bad. I don’t really go out much. Only if my girlfriend pressures me, and even then, we only go to her friend’s house or somewhere private.”

“You’re still thinking about what happened to her friend, the one who was attacked by a fan?”

My tongue feels thick, and I have to swallow to clear my throat. “Yeah. Every time a fan gets near me, I wonder if it’s going to be my turn. If this is going to be the person crazy enough to end my life.”

She tilts her head thoughtfully at me, as if she knows I’m right on the edge of losing it. “Alright, Ryker.” Dr. Benton puts her notepad and pen down on the table. “I think that’s enough for today. Next week?”

“Sure. I’ll have to call you because I’m going to Boston for the weekend. I’m not sure how long we’re staying yet.” I stand up so I can shake the doctor’s hand.

“Of course. I’m happy to see you with someone, Ryker. She seems good for you. Don’t give up on your freedom. Not yet, okay?”

“Right. I know doc. I’ll call you or have Britt call you about next week.”

“Leah, you look so hot. I want to tear that dress off of you and lick every inch of your body.” Leah gives me a scorching look from the other side of our living room at the Four Seasons in Boston. I take a step towards her.

“Don’t!” She holds her hands up to keep me away, making me laugh. “I mean it, Ry. We have to be at Drew’s charity ball in twenty minutes and we’re already going to be late.”

I smirk, “It’s not my fault we’re going to be late. You’re the one who attacked me in the shower.” Thoughts of bending Leah over and taking her from behind in the huge walk-in shower play over in my head.

She grins at the memory. “I know. And it was worth every minute that we’re going to be late, but we have to leave.” Leah steps into her heels and buckles the complicated straps. If I’ve learned one thing about her, it’s that she loves fashion, especially shoes. Not that I’m complaining if every pair is like the ones she’s putting on. Gunmetal gray and covered in buckles and straps, they remind me of handcuffs, which makes me think dirty things.

Crap.
I adjust my semi-erect cock and groan.

Leah’s sharp eyes land on my crotch, an eyebrow arching up. “Problems?” she asks seductively.

I walk over and bury my nose in her hair so I can whisper, “Yes, you’re too fucking sexy for your own good.”

She pretends to be unaffected, but I hear the tiny gasp she makes when I brush my lips over her neck.

“Let’s go. The car is waiting,” I tell her.

Leah scowls, but lets me help her up from the couch. I quickly grab her hips and press them against mine so she can see just how sexy I think she is.

“Are you planning on walking into the restaurant with that thing?” she asks playfully, running her hands up and down my chest, sneaking one down to grope my cock.

I tilt down to crush my mouth over hers, the lust I feel burning deep inside flames up into a full five-alarm blaze. Out of breath already, I step back, swiping at my damp lips with my thumb. Leah’s eyes are shining, her pupils dilated with desire. “That’s what the privacy window in the limo is for,” I tease.

The shocked look on her face is worth the throbbing ache that tortures my cock. She composes herself and narrows her eyes, but doesn’t say a word.

In the elevator, we lean against opposite sides, staring each other down but not trusting ourselves to touch. This hotel has cameras in every elevator. That’s one part of my life I
don’t
want caught on tape. By the time we hit the lobby, we’re both trying to hide the fact that we want to rip each other’s clothes off and fuck like animals on the floor. I have to hold my jacket in front of me so I’m not parading through a five star hotel with a tent in my pants.

I hear my name from several different directions in the lobby and catch a glimpse of a few cell phones being pointed our way. I put my free hand on Leah’s back, directing her to move faster towards the main entrance. We slip outside, into the waiting limo before anyone can get close to us.

“Thank God,” I mutter as the door slams shut and the driver takes off. Lowering the partition, I speak to the chauffeur, “How far is the restaurant?”

“Fifteen minutes, sir.”

“Take the long way,” I instruct him, closing the partition without waiting for an answer. Leah is watching me carefully, waiting to see what I do next. “Did you bring lipstick?”

She blinks and her mouth falls open. “Yes, why?”

I grab her face and crush my lips to hers, devouring her mouth in wide, greedy strokes. Our tongues curl together, teeth clashing in a desperate race against the clock. Smirking, I separate from her mouth so I can kneel on the floor in front of her. I put my hands on her knees and skim up the insides of her thighs until I’m an inch from the heat in between.

“Ry.” Leah tries to bend down for a kiss but I lean back, just out of reach. She’s about to chastise me for denying her when I force her legs apart and wedge my body between them. I trail a finger up and down the damp center of her panties, drawing a hiss out of Leah from the contact.

“Wet already?” I continue to trace a line over the thin layer of satin that separates me from that delicious pussy of hers.

Leah groans and throws her head back, the creamy skin on her throat pulsing with each heartbeat. My dick is growing impatient, the sight of her spread out, designer gown hiked up around her waist, is enough to make me come in my pants.

I hook a finger in her panties and yank them aside, diving in to get a sinful taste. Her hips jerk up so I hold them down with one hand, using the other to lightly tease her opening while I lap at the tiny bud. “Jesus, Ry,” she pants. Leah’s hands grip the sides of the leather seat, her knuckles turning white as I thrust a finger inside her, feeling around for that glorious spot.

A loud moan lets me know I’ve hit it, so I add another finger and drag them back and forth over the rough patch until she’s writhing and crying out a string of nonsense. One last flick of my tongue over her clit and she shatters, her thighs clamping down on the sides of my head while I continue fucking her with my hand.

“Stop, please,” she begs. Out of breath and sated, Leah watches me with hooded eyes as I remove my hand and lap up every last bit of her off of my fingers.

“You’re fucking unbelievable, you know that?” I ask, swiping my hair back before sitting on the seat next to her.

Her eyes, glazed over just a minute ago, are now blazing with desire as they find mine. “Your turn,” she says, her voice husky and seductive.

Leah falls to the floor, reaching for my belt. She deftly unbuckles it and yanks down the zipper on my pants. Her small hand quickly removes my thick cock and she immediately dives on it, devouring it to the root.

“Holy fuck!” I shout. Her hot mouth pulls up on the shaft, circling her tongue over the head, dipping it into the slit. “Oh my God, Leah. Holy… oh my God.”

I want to watch but I can’t hold my head up. It falls back weakly, resting on the seat while her magic fucking mouth licks and pulls. She moans, as if sucking my dick is her favorite activity in the world.

Leah adds her other hand to gently fondle my balls causing the pressure to build in my spine, tightening every muscle in my body. “Oh my God, oh my God.” I can barely form a sentence when my cock hits the back of her throat and she swallows around it, squeezing the head tight.

“Fuck!” Electricity shoots through me and I explode in one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Leah sucks and swallows and takes it all, not stopping until she’s cleaned every single drop I give her.

She neatly tucks me back into my pants and zips me up. “Didn’t want to get any on those black pants. Wouldn’t do to walk inside a charity event with a wet spot,” she says, sitting primly on the seat as if she didn’t just suck my brains out through my dick.

“Hmmmmph,” I mumble, unable to say anything more intelligent.

Leah laughs, straightening her dress. She pulls her lipstick out of her purse and quickly reapplies it, looking as fresh as she did when we left the hotel. Me? I’m a fucking mess. I buckle my belt and fix my shirt, making sure it’s tucked in properly.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk,” I admit as I put my jacket on and button it up.

Leah’s laughter fills the limo. She drags a finger down my neck. “I think you’ll manage.”

“I look like I just got fucked,” I complain.

“Ry, you always look like you just got fucked. No one will notice the difference.” Her mouth twists into a smirk.

“You’re right,” I answer, grinning.

The car stops in front of the restaurant where a line of paparazzi waits for us. “Ready?” I ask her.

“If you’re with me I am.”

Perfect.

“What are you listening to?”

“Jesus!” I jump ten feet out of my chair. Surprised, I yank off my headphones and spin around in my chair to see Leah behind me, grinning. “You scared the shit out of me!”

She laughs, “I know. You were so into your music. What is it?”

I splay a hand across my chest, “Once I’m sure that I’m not having a heart attack, I’ll tell you.”

“Oh stop,” she jokes, dropping into my lap. I wrap my arms around her and spin the chair back to face my laptop.

“Adam sent me the first song for the soundtrack. They recorded it already. It’s really good.” I unplug the headphones and hit play. A thumping beat fills my home office. After a few seconds, Adam’s rich voice comes out of the speakers.

We listen until the sounds fade out. Leah tilts her head to face me. “It’s really good. I like it.”

“Me too.”

“So,” Leah says, standing up and turning around until she’s straddling me on the chair, “I called Syd and asked if her and Drew would meet us out for dinner tonight.”

My body stiffens with apprehension. Leah must notice, because she calmly reaches up to run her hands through my hair. “We can’t hide in here forever, Ry. We have to go out sometimes.”

I recoil at the thought of being exposed, out there where anyone can get to us. “I don’t know…”

“Please,” she begs, giving me big blue puppy dog eyes. “Syd said that they’re going just as crazy being stuck at Drew’s place.”

“What does Drew think about leaving the house with everything that’s been going on?” Someone threatened Sydney’s life. I know for a fact they’ve both been playing it close to the vest by staying home. I’ve been talking to him a lot lately since signing on to costar in a movie with him, so I know damn well that going out isn’t his idea.