Locked (PresLocke Series Book 2) (4 page)

“That growl. You don’t even know you’re doing it. But
fuck
. It’s so hot.”

He was right: I hadn’t even been aware I’d made a sound, but it didn’t surprise me. Dylan made me feel like a goddamn animal. When my shorts hit the floor, I stepped out of them and brought my hands up to Dylan’s bent knees, where I then trailed them down his shins to his ankles.

“Spread your legs for me,” I said, and when he did, the sight that greeted me had my dick aching for release. As Dylan moved his hand up and down his hard length, I couldn’t stop my own hands from grabbing the back of his calves.
 

My voice was a low rumble as I said, “Gonna need you closer than that,” and pulled him to the edge of the counter. Dylan’s hands shot out to his sides to brace himself, and it left his cock free for my mouth. Bending down over him, I didn’t waste time running my tongue from the thick base of him to his tip, and as I let my lips linger there, teasing him, he pushed his hips up for more.
 

“You have to ask,” I said, lifting my head and giving him an evil grin. “You have my attention now. Is there something you wanted?”

As I kissed down the inside of his inner thigh, Dylan panted and then said, “I want your fucking mouth on me, for starters.”

Your wish is my command
, I thought, and then I drew his legs over my shoulders and took him all the way to the back of my throat. Moaning at the fullness of his erection, I pulled back to his tip and then went down again. And as I did, a stray thought crossed my mind. There was no way I would ever get enough of this man. How was it possible that I could have him like this whenever I wanted him? That he could have me. I’d had no idea it could be this good. No idea what I’d been missing, what I’d been denying myself for all these years.
 

As I sucked him deeper, I still couldn’t get used to the fact that he was mine. And at that moment, I didn’t give a damn who knew.

When Dylan’s hips jerked and his breath grew ragged, I lifted my head and shook it. “Not yet,” I said, and lowered his legs from my shoulders. “Move back.”

I didn’t have to say more, because Dylan was quick to scoot back on the counter, and I pulled myself up to join him. And…just damn. His lean body on display below me made me want to get a little closer—make that a whole
lot
closer, and as I dropped down on all fours, I crawled up his body slowly.
 

Dylan’s eyes never wavered from mine—not when I straddled his hips…not when I lowered my body down on his…and not when our cocks grazed against each other in a delicious slide that had my breath catching in my throat.

“This is torture by teasing to get me back from my striptease, isn’t it?” Dylan grunted as he arched against me, his throat exposed and waiting, and I obliged by running my tongue up the length of his heated skin.
 

“I’m glad you got the message.”

“Fuck your message,” he said, reaching down between us and gripping us together in his hand. The friction of his fist and erection sliding against my dick was almost too much to take, and I cried out before taking his lips in a kiss.
 

* * *

JESUS, ACE WAS a sexy fucker.
Oh yeah,
I thought, as his tongue sank deep between my lips to rub against mine. His legs were between my spread ones, and he had a hand planted on either side of my head, crowding down over me where I lay on the kitchen island. He was practically doing a damn push-up as he moved his lips over mine, groaning into my mouth as I clenched my hand around our stiff pricks.
 

“Dylan… Holy…” he said as he dragged his mouth off mine and kissed his way along my jaw to my ear. “Yeah, God. Harder.”

I turned my head and kissed his jaw as I squeezed, and his hips punched forward, grazing his length along mine.
 

“Like that?” I said, taunting him as I did it again, and Ace was right there grinding his hips over me.
 

“Yes. Just like that.”

I moaned at his words, and wound one of my legs over the back of his muscled thighs. He was all strength and power as the arm by my face bunched and I had an undeniable urge to lean over and—
Oh, fuck it.
I craned up and licked my tongue over his bicep, and when I nuzzled into the crease of his arm he shifted to wrap it around me, lowering me back to the counter and angling his body half off me. Then Ace reached down between us and covered the hand I had wrapped around us and we began to move together.

His lips were ghosting over mine, his breath warm as he panted with every grunt and fuck of his hips, and I used the leg I had anchored around him to propel myself up to meet him thrust for thrust.

I could feel his fingers digging into the skin of my shoulder where he held on, and just when I thought he would crush my lips under his, Ace instead lowered his head so we were cheek to cheek and whispered in my ear, “You, Dylan Prescott, are worth every scandalous thing that’s about to be written…”

Ah hell,
I was so down for the count when Ace got like this. When he was destroying my brain cells with the sinful way he was using my body and the delicious way he was imprinting himself on every part of my soul.

“And you know why?”

With his voice, low and raspy in my ear, there was no way words were going to come out of my mouth. So instead, I bowed up and rubbed my entire length along the solid wall of his body, and Ace turned his head and planted a firm kiss on my cheek before saying, “Because with you, I’ve found me.”

And that was it. Those sweet words, falling from a mouth that moments ago had destroyed me, had me tensing under him. Then Ace sucked my lobe between his lips and said, “Come for me, Dylan. All over the both of us.”

He shifted then, and as I lay flat on the counter, Ace began to drive his body over the top of mine in a way that nearly had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. But there was no way I wasn’t going to watch this. His arms flexed on either side of me, and I reached down to fist the two of us as Ace brought the friction and I brought the fervor. My hand was working overtime as my climax raced down my spine, and when I felt my balls tighten, and Ace went rigid above me, the two of us came in a spectacular release of both body and mind.
 

We had been wound so tightly, and this moment was so freeing that I was surprised not to feel tears in my eyes at the relief that, even after such strain on our new relationship, at the end of the day, we were still one.

4

SWEET. TIGHT. MINE.

I NEVER UNDERSTOOD the need for guys to have a bodyguard until I faced the wall of paparazzi waiting outside of my neighborhood’s main gate before dawn on Monday morning.
 

“Oh holy…” Dylan said from where he sat beside me in my Range Rover as the gate opened and the flashes went off like hundreds of lightning bolts striking at once. The effect was blinding, and though the sun hadn’t come up just yet, I had to grab my sunglasses from the console to be able to see past them to the main road. And hopefully not hit anybody in the process, though I couldn’t say I’d be devastated if that happened.
 

Invasive little assholes.

I maneuvered the car slowly through the crowd shouting questions at us, and all I could think was,
Why do they bother?
Did they believe I would roll my window down and answer them?
Wasting their breath.
 

Out of the corner of my eye, Dylan tugged his hat down over his face, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I couldn’t blame the guy at all if he wanted to flee after the last twenty-four hours. God, was that all it had been? Twenty-four hours? It’d felt like an eternity.

Once we were past the mob, I pulled off the sunglasses and then reached for Dylan’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

A deep groove formed between his brows. “What are you sorry for? It’s not like you asked for this.”

“No, and neither did you. I know it comes with the job, but I’m sorry you’re getting dragged into it.”

“I don’t want to hear any more apologies from you, you got that? I’m with you, and they’ll all go away eventually. Right?”

Maybe. Possibly. I hope so.
Instead of answering him, I asked, “So did Paige get everything you needed from your place last night, or do we need to make a pit stop on the way?”

“No, I’ve got everything I need until tonight. Tell her thanks again for going.”

“Will do.” When we’d realized that going back out last night would probably cause a frenzy, I’d called Paige in for a favor. Unlike Shayne, whom the press would’ve recognized from the year before, Paige had been able to get in and out of Dylan’s apartment to grab a few necessities without notice.
 

The drive to the studio was quiet, as it usually was before the rest of Los Angeles woke up, except for the handful of cars that had been staying on our tail the entire drive over. When we finally drove past the Warner Bros. gate, we were home free. For a few hours, at least.
 

As I pulled into my parking spot just outside of the soundstage, Dylan released my hand.
 

“Looks like we’re breaking your rule,” he said, his lips tipped up. “Didn’t you warn me against dating costars?”

“That rule is still in effect. Unless that costar is me.” Leaning over the console, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him toward me for a kiss. His lips were hesitant at first, as though he were nervous others were watching, but then they softened under mine and he kissed me eagerly.
 

When I finally let go, I grinned and said, “Have a great day at work, Mr. Prescott.”
 

“Well, what do you know? Looks like Ace Locke has changed his policy on kissing. And, I must say, I approve.”

“Smartass,” I said, laughing at him throwing my words from when we’d first met back in my face. As Dylan turned in his seat to grab his bag, I popped open my door and hopped out, just as Ron parked his sports car in the space beside me.
 

“Morning,” I said when he stepped out, and then took an eyeful of his shirt. It said,
Does Not Play Well With Narcissists.
“Nice message this morning.”

“Wore it just for you. What’s with the shitfest that just exploded all over my phone?”

“That’s a long story.”

“Well, I’d love to hear it. Please tell me you’re not actually dating that—” As Ron’s eyes fell on Dylan getting out of my car, his mouth clamped shut.
 

“Hi, Ron,” Dylan said.

As our dumbfounded director looked back and forth between us, his jaw clenched. “Right,” he said. “See you boys on set.”

Glancing back at Dylan’s worried expression, I shrugged. “He’ll be fine.”

“If he calls me out today, do
not
say anything.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ace, I’m serious. You open that trap and I’m cutting you off.”

I strolled around the front of the SUV and cocked my head at him. “You threatening me?”

“Damn right I am. Now that people know, you absolutely cannot say a thing to defend me.”

“And if I do, you’ll cut me off.”

“For at least a week.”

I raised an eyebrow. “A whole week?”

“Okay, maybe a few days.”

“I’m sure I could grovel my way back into your good graces,” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

Backing away before I could reach for him, Dylan grinned at me and said, “Better head to your trailer, Mr. Locke. Time’s a wasting.”

* * *

FOUR HOURS AND thirty-five minutes later, I wished I was anywhere but where I was—mainly on set with Ace Locke, my new boyfriend. From the second I opened the door to stage sixteen
and stepped inside, things had been…well, weird.

Ron was on a rampage today, and if I’d been worried he was going to take it out on me, I needn’t have bothered, because I was not the one in his line of fire. No, that honor belonged to Ace, and Ace alone. From the first line out of his mouth to the one he’d just delivered for the twelfth retake, nothing Ace said, did, or hit made Ron happy, and the tense set of Ace’s shoulders and jaw hadn’t escaped my notice—he looked close to exploding.

“Cut. Stop. Stop!” Ron shouted as he climbed out of his chair and came out from behind the camera.
 

Today’s shoot had the majority of the cast in close quarters with one another as we stood around Ace, who was addressing his crew in an impassioned speech about overcoming the enemy, and who would stand up beside him. As it turned out, with the odd looks he and I had been receiving all morning, I couldn’t help but believe that if an affirmative hadn’t been
written
in the script, not one of these men would’ve volunteered to stand by Ace’s side in that moment.
Minus myself, of course,
I thought, keeping my eyes on the ground.
 

“For God’s sake, Locke. That was about as passionate as a wet rag. What the hell’s the matter with you today?”

I willed Ace to keep his cool, knowing he wasn’t usually the disrespectful type, especially not with Ron, whom he’d told me he enjoyed working with and truly admired. But after everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, Ace was apparently at his wits’ end.

“What’s wrong with me?” Ace demanded, and stormed off set to meet Ron halfway. “What’s
wrong
is that you haven’t let up since I got here.”

The entire cast stood paralyzed as we watched the two powerhouses in front of us going head to head for the first time since production began. And it wasn’t lost on me that everyone in that room was well aware that
I
was likely the reason behind the tension and discord this morning. Well, that was the impression I got, as I scanned the curious eyes looking between Ace’s rigid back and me.

“If you’d been giving me your best, I wouldn’t be on your case,” Ron said. “As it is, this is sloppy and unrehearsed. I want to feel like I would follow you to the end of the fucking earth. Not as though I doubt you could find your head from your ass.”