Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) (9 page)

Chance sighs and hangs his head. "This is never going to work."

"Fucking warn me, man!" I growl, placing a hand over the spot that Chance had kissed. It’s tingling.

Chance’s lip curls up in disgust. "Okay then, be prepared because I'm gonna kiss you," he says mockingly, "Fucking idiot, why do you think I'm here?"

I get up off the floor and sit back on the couch. I lean forward, put my elbows on my knees, and shove my hands into my hair. Chance is muttering angrily to himself when out of nowhere, he attacks me. He shoves me down onto the couch and covers me with his body. I’m so stunned that I do nothing. I stare up into his blazing brown eyes in shock. Before I can do anything, though, he pins my hands over my head with one of his hands and grabs my face with the other.

The next thing I know, Chance’s mouth is on mine. A hard, punishing kiss to the lips. My first instinct is to turn my head to get away, but his hand holding my jaw won’t budge. He tilts his head, switching the angle and making the kiss softer. His tongue flicks out to run across my bottom lip. I whimper, keeping my lips firmly shut. God, this is not something I want.

"Kiss me back, asshole," Chance growls against my lips, his tongue running along the seam of my lips, trying to get in.

He grunts in annoyance and roughly turns my head to the side. He then bends down and starts licking and sucking at my neck. My neck is one of my more sensitive areas, and it is the easiest way to get me turned on. No way Chance could have known this when he went for my neck. I try my fucking hardest not to let it affect me, but my body betrays me. Chance nips at the most sensitive spot just under my ear and I gasp in pleasure.

I feel the smile creep across Chance’s mouth since it is still pressed against my skin. I then feel his hot breath against my ear. "Have I just found the on button?" he whispers, sending shivers down my spine.

I squirm under him, desperately wanting to get away. "Chance," I breathe pleadingly. I don't want to do this. Not anymore. I’m ready to drop the movie. Fuck it. I can’t do this. A guy is turning me on and it’s freaking me the fuck out!

Chance is strong and he holds me down despite my efforts to get away. His tongue flicks over the sensitive skin just under my ear and I feel the desire and lust coiling in my gut. The next thing he does is lightly suck on the spot, which makes me groan low in my throat.

He continues to kiss his way up my jaw as he slowly turns my head back, his kisses returning to my mouth. I close my eyes as my breathing becomes a bit more rapid than normal, and my cock begins to throb angrily in my jeans. Chance’s lips are soft against mine, his beard scratching my chin, making it extremely difficult to pretend he is a woman.

"Kiss me back," Chance murmurs against my lips, his hand moving away from my jaw and up into my hair.

I hesitantly part my lips, which he takes full advantage of. He dives his tongue into my mouth and sweeps it across my tongue. The grip on my hair tightens and I can feel Chance’s heart pounding against my own chest. I also feel his hard on pressing against my lower abs; apparently, he is enjoying this. My stomach flutters, kind of turning me on more knowing that he is turned on, too.

I honestly start to try to kiss him back. Our tongues swirl around each other’s and fight for dominance. Chance moans into my mouth as the kiss becomes seriously heated. He lets go of my hands so that he can run his hand down my side and grip my hip. I bring my hands down to rest lightly on his sides.

He pulls back breathless a moment later, both of us panting heavily. I slowly open my eyes to find Chance staring down at me, his eyes heavy lidded and blazing with desire. "Was that so bad?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

I shake my head jerkily. Hesitant to admit that I am, in fact, extremely turned on, and it is because of another man. I never in my wildest dreams imagined that another man would give me a hard on; however, I have one, and I am positive that Chance can feel it. He grunts then drops his head back down, nudging my face to the side. He starts kissing and licking the other side of my neck. My breath hisses out, my hands involuntarily squeeze his sides, and my own hips unconsciously roll up, trying to get my cock some relief.

That freaks me out enough that I come back to my senses. I bite out a vicious curse and push Chance onto the floor, him landing with a thud and an "oof." I sit up, breathing heavily. I reluctantly glance down at Chance, who is lying on the floor, wedged between the couch and the ottoman. His eyes are closed, his lips parted, and one hand is between his bent knees, shifting his erection in his jeans.

"I can't do this," I rasp.

Chance snorts. "Quit being so dramatic, you were enjoying it a second ago."

"That's the problem," I say, swallowing hard.

His eyes pop open to glare at me, his mouth turned down into a frown. "Seriously?"

I don’t reply, I just turn away. I do not want to be turned on by a guy. I don’t want to kiss a guy. This is just too much.

"So...what? Are you going to drop out of the movie then?" Chance asks evenly, not making any moves to get up off the floor.

"Yeah, I think so," I rasp. I feel like a failure, but I’ll get over it.

Chance grips the side of the couch and ottoman as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. "Parker, it's okay, you know? Whatever you’re feeling, it's just a reaction, it doesn't mean anything," he says softly, placing his hand on my knee.

"It's not...I don't like it," I whisper.

Chance struggles to his knees. He then uses my legs to turn me so that I’m facing him. He is now kneeling between my legs, his hands resting on the tops of my thighs. My heart pounds. I don’t like this position, it is too suggestive.

"What are you so afraid of?" he asks, looking up at me.

I shake my head. "I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't like the fact that my body is betraying me," I admit before I can think better of it.

Chance smirks. "Pleasure is pleasure; does it really matter where it's coming from?"

“Yes!" I snap, brushing his hands off my legs.

His smile fades. "This movie could be huge for both of us. This part was made for you. Are you really going to ruin it because of this?"

I keep my face blank but inside I know that he’s right. "I thought that you'd be happy that I was quitting," I say evenly.

He smiles softly and shakes his head. "I thought so, too, but apparently that's changed. I can't see this movie working with anyone else as my partner; plus, you’re one of very few guys that I actually find attractive," he says, finishing with a wink.

I let out a choked laugh despite myself. I rub my face with both hands then close my eyes and rest my head on the back of the couch. "How can you be so calm about this? I mean, you've never been with a guy, right?" I ask, lifting my head back up to look down at Chance, who is still kneeling between my legs.

He shrugs. "Not willingly.”

“What the fuck does that mean? ‘Not willingly.’ You’ve been with a man before? Sexually?” I ask, caught off guard by his answer.

“That means that yes, I have been with a man before. No, it wasn’t voluntary. And yes, again, it was sexual,” he answers, unable to look at me.

Well, don’t I just feel like the fucking asshole. I don’t even know what to say at this point.  He obviously had nonconsensual sex with a man at some point in his life.  And after supporting Charlie throughout her whole ordeal, as big of an insensitive jerk I know I can be, I also know what being sexually assaulted can do to a person. I really don’t know if I should address the pink elephant now staring me in the face or…before I get the chance to say anything, Chance interrupts my thoughts.

“Listen, pretty boy, don’t get all sensitive and shit on me. Nobody knows what I’ve just told you and I would appreciate it if you keep it that way.  That being said, forget I said anything. It’s in my past and I want to leave it there. What happened happened and I’ve moved on. It has nothing to do with what’s going on here,” he spews, letting me off the hook.

Those are almost the exact words that Charlie said just before she accepted her fate was to be with Calvin.  I guess if she can say them and believe them, so can this dickhead.  He is giving me the evil eye right now as well, apparently waiting for me to say something. So instead of saying anything that would piss him off further, I go with a standard prick line. Something I would say as though he never told me anything personal.

"So you wanna fuck some guy in his ass?" I ask, void of all emotion, my eyes watching his handsome face for his reaction. 
Shit! Did I just say handsome?

Chance smiles and shakes his head at my obnoxious comment.  Almost instantly, his eyes darken and his cheeks flush slightly. "Not just ‘some’ guy," he says, his voice gruff.

I stare at him disbelievingly. "You have someone particular in mind?” I ask incredulously.

"Hell fucking yeah, I do," he replies without hesitation.

I open and close my mouth a few times, unable to find the words. I just shut my mouth and drop my face into my hands. This is a nightmare. I have a co-star who wants to have sex with me while I, on the other hand, am ready to run away from the whole thing. Chance has definitely thought about this in detail to be able to give answers that quickly.

He gets my attention again as he raises up on his knees, still on the floor between my legs. "Come on, Hammy, let’s try again,” he challenges.

But I am thrown off by what he calls me. “What the hell is with you and these fucking nicknames? ‘Hammy?’ Do I look like a child-sized pork product?”

“No, but you do look like a nice, juicy, Grade-A, piece of...”

“Okay, okay, I get it...” I huff, resigned to the fact that he is always trying to get under my skin.

Chance barks out a laugh. “You are just so fun to fuck with, that’s why I do it.”

I just grunt at his response and shake my head.

His hands slide back onto my thighs.  “Maybe the more you do it, the more comfortable you'll be," he says softly.

I glance down at the big hands on my thighs then back up at Chance. "I don't want to be comfortable with it," I huff.

"Stop being a pussy, Parker." Chance sighs before he pushes to his feet, using my thighs to push off.

He walks out of the entertainment room and into the kitchen. That asshole! He knows that I hate being called a pussy. And I know that he said it on purpose to get me all riled up. He has outright admitted to like fucking with me. 
And admitted to wanting to fuck me, cocksucker!
  Shit, he probably wants to suck my cock, too! 
Son of a bitch!

I shove to my feet and follow him into the kitchen. He just finished grabbing himself another bottle of water when I walk in. He chugs it down then sets the bottle back on the counter, raising an eyebrow at me in challenge.
Goddammit!

Chance

I know I poked one of Parker’s soft spots, but I really don’t care. The guy needs a push. And Parker’s temper is the way to go. The man hates being called anything that could be construed as weak. I found that out the first day we met ten years ago. I called him a "baby" because he was whining and complaining about his broken finger that happened during a fight scene. Well, he flipped out on me, even took a swing at me. I dodged it and tried to diffuse the situation by apologizing. But now, whenever Parker needs that extra oomph, I call him something like "Baby" or "Pussy." It really gets his goat, and I love it.

Parker skirts the counter and grabs me up by the front of my shirt as soon as he is in reaching distance. He then shoves me back against the adjacent counter, our bodies touching from lower abdomen to thigh. His face is so close that I can only see his bright blue eyes, which are smoldering with anger and something else that I can’t name.

"Fucking dick, is this what you want?" Parker breathes before attacking my mouth.

I scramble to grab hold of the back of his upper arms to gain some leverage. Parker is bending me back over the counter slightly, whether he knows it or not, I can’t be sure. His mouth is hot and demanding, making my stomach flip. The earlier kiss was decent, but I knew that Parker wasn't all that into it. This one, however, is burning my blood. He’s holding nothing back, kissing me like he actually wants to, has a desire to. So I kiss him back with the same fevered passion.

I’m so turned on that I can barely stand it! I want more than just this ravaging of mouths - I want to be touched, I want to touch Parker. But I know if I do, it will be the end of this. If I go anywhere near his raging hard on, this will be finished. And I definitely don’t want that, I want this to keep going.