Never Been Ready (12 page)

Well, um...yeah.
I was pretty sure I could go for that.

I gave him a devilish grin, "Let's go."

~Declan~

I wanted to rip the throat out of every man on the entire set. No, first, I'd do something about their eyes, and then I'd go for the throats. Then, at least, they wouldn't be able to stare at Leah while I was killing them.

Fuckers.

As soon as she had stepped foot on set, they had all looked her over and swarmed around her like vultures. She hadn't seemed to notice, but I sure as hell had. Their eyes, full of uninhibited lust, had lingered over her ass and fixated on her breasts —all the things that were mine, not theirs.

After the doctor yesterday and my overwhelming reaction to him, I'd gone back to my hotel and had a serious come-to-Jesus meeting with myself.
What the hell was I doing?
I had basically claimed her at that dinner table, and afterward, when I should have felt remorse or panic, I'd felt...good. As bad as I'd felt for the doctor and his shitty divorce, I hadn't wanted him looking at Leah or talking to her at all. She was mine, and I'd wanted to do anything and everything that night to make it perfectly clear. Those hadn't been the acts of a man who wanted a casual affair. They had been the thoughts and actions of a man who wanted more.

Figuring that out had made things a bit clearer for me. Coming to the set today and seeing the vultures descend had made it crystal clear. My sudden fierce possessiveness of Leah was more than a casual fling to me now. I wanted her, all of her. I didn't know how long this would last or how it would end up, but I was balls-in, and I hoped to God she was too.

I'd heard one of the crew members say, "Man, that is one hot piece of ass. How does Declan do it all the time?"

Then, I'd seen red. I didn't want Leah to be seen as another skank I'd picked up from a bar or club, so I had done the only thing I could think of. I'd walked up to her and claimed her —not with a sloppy bar kiss, no. I'd given her the type of kiss that a man gave the woman he wanted to keep. And I did. She'd looked downright stunned and stupefied ever since. I kind of liked her this way. It was kind of humorous.

We made our way to my on-set trailer, passing by several of the men who had spent the better part of the early morning staring at Leah's butt. I wrapped my arm around her waist and slid my hand down her backside to cup her firm ass. It was my way of saying both,
Fuck off,
and,
Mine
, all at the same time. The men seemed to get the hint and scattered as we continued down the path.

Unlocking the door, I ushered Leah in first, making sure to secure the lock again after we'd entered. She took her time, taking the few steps into the tight space. There wasn't much room. Only a small table, a microwave, refrigerator, a tiny bed, and bathroom toward the back occupied the trailer. It wasn't meant to be lived in, but it did provide an escape during the day when I needed space or privacy.

"What are we doing, Declan?" she asked.

"I think you know, Leah."

I knew she wasn't speaking in the literal sense, but I didn't want to go there yet. I wasn't ready for the
us
discussion yet. I'd never wanted an
us
until now.

What if she didn't feel the same way?

Stalking toward her, I hooked my hand around her neck, drew her toward me, and captured her mouth with mine.

"You taste so damn good. Like peaches and cream, you're sweet and creamy and so fucking addictive," I said against her now swollen lips.

"I want you, Declan. Now," she moaned, nearly causing me to blow it right there.

God, her voice.
It was the perfect combination of sexy porn star and the sweet girl next door.

Closing the small gap between us, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground, pulling her body against mine. Her legs circled my torso, and I growled as her core pressed hard against my dick. Not wasting any time, my mouth devoured hers as we made our way to the bed in the back of the trailer. Even though our movements and kisses were frantic, I laid her gently on the bed, cradling her head like a priceless treasure.

Leaning back, I slid my hands under the hem of her sweater and lifted it over her head, exposing her red satin bra.

"Nice. Is this my early Christmas present?" I asked, grinning.

"I don't know. Have you been good?"

"No, I've been very, very bad. Let me show you."

Letting my hands ghost down her waist, I unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her lush, long legs. My gaze traveled upward, and I found a pair of matching satin panties, making my grin even wider.

"I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful sight than you sprawled out on a bed, ready and eager for me." I removed my battered uniform coat and lifted my shirt up and over my head.

"You know, I was starting to think directors were crazy for never giving you shirtless scenes. But now, I'm kind of relieved."

"Oh?" I asked, suddenly confused.

"I don't want to share you with all the females of the world," she whispered.

If I hadn't been so hard from the mere sight of her, I wouldn't have thought it would be possible to become more so. But hearing those possessive words made me hornier than a teenager in heat, and I attacked her. Fusing our lips together, I wrapped an arm underneath her body, pulling her up, so that her legs straddled me. I loved this position with her. My hands felt like they were everywhere at once, running up her back and then down to grab her ass, as she ground herself against me.

Realizing I'd mauled her with half my clothes still on, I lifted her, so she was straddled around my torso, high enough that I could slip off my shoes and pants without breaking our kiss. Now fully nude, I settled us back onto the bed. I removed Leah's bra and panties, so she was left completely bare, like an offering from the gods. I was so hard that it was nearly painful. All I wanted to do was plunge into her soft heat and never leave. But I needed to taste her first.

"Spread those beautiful legs for me, baby," I commanded.

A sly smile crossed her face as she leaned back on her elbows and slowly pulled her legs apart, like the parting of a curtain.
And fuck, wasn't it a sight to behold.

"Goddamn, just when I thought you couldn't get any more beautiful, you do that."

Sliding my palm up her leg and around to the inside of her trembling thigh, I spread her folds and gently rubbed her clit, eliciting a low moan from the back of her throat. Wanting to hear more, I slid two fingers into her slick channel, loving how wet she was for me. She jerked her hips forward, pushing my fingers in deeper and harder.

"I can't wait any longer. I need my mouth on you." I retracted my drenched fingers and slipped them into my mouth, sucking every bit of her off of me.

She watched in fascination, her blue eyes crackling with heat. "Good?" she asked, her voice low and husky and so sexy.

"Best damn thing I've ever had. I think I'll be moving on to the main event now," I answered with a grin.

I dropped my head between her lush thighs and plunged my tongue into her center. She cried out as I taunted and teased her with my mouth, bringing her almost to the edge and then backing off again. By the third time, she was panting and writhing with need.

"Declan, I need..."

"Tell me, Leah. What do you need?"

"Make me come. Oh God...I need to come," she moaned frantically.

"Beg for it. Tell me how much you need me."

"Declan, please. I need you, please."

Her silky tone, full of need, nearly sent me over the edge with its husky resonance. Sliding up her body, my mouth, still slick from her wet pussy, found hers and devoured it, letting her lick the taste of her own desire off my lips.

"I love it when you beg," I said against her lips.

My rock-hard erection found her dripping wet core and I entered her in one hard thrust. Leah's nails raked down my back as she gasped for air.

"Again. Don't stop," she begged.

I lost it and drove into her with reckless abandonment, feeling like I needed to leave my permanent mark on her body forever. Stroke after stroke, she held on, her hands slipping down to grip my ass as I thrust into her like a wild man. When I felt her walls begin to tighten, I knew she was close. Her channel gripped me like a vise, and I thought I might die from the feel of it. I knew the moment she was about to fall. Her body began to shake as that sweet pussy of hers clamped down, and she started to scream my name. I quickly bent down and caught her screams with my mouth as I kissed her through her orgasm. She writhed and moaned against my mouth as I picked up speed again, needing to find my own release.

Pulling back from our kiss, Leah smirked, snaked a hand between our joined bodies, and gripped my balls as I fucked her.

"Oh shit," I groaned.

The addition of her hand stroking me was enough, and I came hard, losing myself in Leah's beautiful body.

It was then that I realized we hadn't used a condom.

~Leah~

Still panting from what was probably the best sex of my entire life, I heard Declan let out a curse.

"Fuck!"

Alarm bells started going off in my head, and the insecure Leah —the one many people didn't know about —came to the front of the line and started spouting off a million different reasons for that curse word. Like I had for the majority of my life, I tried to push her back and be rational about it. Most of the time I'd won, but sometimes, insecurity would still win out.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking up at him.

We were still joined, his head lowered against my shoulder. Then, he leaned on his elbows, rising above me.

"We didn't use a condom, Leah. I'm so sorry...I wasn't thinking. I was careless, thoughtless. I just didn't think."

He gazed down at me then, and he looked so upset. He wasn't angry but wrecked, like he'd failed me.

"Hey, it's okay, Declan. I'm on the pill. I have been ever since I turned sixteen. I take it religiously, and I'm tested every six months. My last test was in October. You?" I asked nervously.

"November —right before I came out. I hadn't been with anyone in a few months, and I haven't slept with anyone else but you since," he answered.

Butterflies took flight in my belly. I wasn't aware I even had butterflies or that they could do that.
Declan had given me butterflies. Funny.

"What are you smiling about?" he asked.

"Run out of women in L.A., Hotshot?" I joked.

"No, I just got tired of trying to replace you."

Oh. I sure as shit didn't expect that to come out of his mouth.

"Who the hell are you?" I whispered, tracing my fingers over his unshaven face.

"I'm the same guy I've always been, Leah. I've just decided to be a bit more honest with myself these days. You should try it," he said with a cocky grin.

After several minutes of absolutely stunned silence on my end, I decided to change the subject.

"So, anyway...we are both clean, and I'm on the pill. So, we're fine. Nothing to worry about," I said, throwing a pillow at his head trying to drown out the laughter that was taking over his body. He knew I'd changed the subject on purpose, and he loved throwing me off my game.

"So, we could have been going without condoms this entire time?" he asked, grinning.

"Uh, I guess so."

"Well, shit, Leah! That would have been good to know. I hate condoms."

I giggled, and he pounced, tickling me and making me laugh harder.

"Sorry, it's not a typical conversation for me, like it might be for you, Hotshot!" I joked.

"Oh, it's most definitely not a typical conversation for me. I bag every time without fail."

"First, gross. Second, you've never..." I began to ask, eyes widening. I wondered if I'd just popped Declan's condom cherry.

"No, I mean...when I was with Heather, my college girlfriend, we, uh...didn't. But since then, every single time."

"So, why am I any different?" Right after the words fell out of my mouth, I hated that I'd asked. I really needed to work on the whole think-first-ask-later thing. It would save me so much trouble.

He leaned over, cuddling up next to my side, as he draped his arm over my stomach, making patterns across my flesh with his fingertips.

"Do I really need to answer that?" he said.

Before I could ask him to elaborate, a loud knock came from the door of the trailer.

"Yeah?" Declan called out.

Someone from outside shouted, "Declan, you're needed on set! Five minutes."

"Damn," he said quietly before shouting, "Got it!"

He glanced at me and smirked, his eyes glowing a bright green with those flecks of blue and brown in them. He looked young and carefree, and I silently hoped it was a direct result of me.

At that moment, I knew I was in deeper than I'd realized. Fuck buddies didn't want to make each other happy or be the reason each other woke up in the morning. I felt like I was at a fork in the road with Declan. Our relationship was changing. I could turn left and let our fuck-buddy status continue, trying to keep him at a distance, until he moved back to L.A., or I could turn right and follow my heart even if it ended up in pieces at the end.

"You okay?" he asked, noticing my far-off look.

"Yep," I said brightly. "You better get dressed, soldier boy. I think they might come in for you next time if you don't get out there soon."

"All right, all right. I probably need to stop by hair and makeup. I'm pretty sure I need a touch-up or two after that," he said with a wink.

I looked him up and down as he hopped off the bed. He was so damn beautiful. He was sculpted like a piece of art, every single arch and curve seemed to be chiseled by masters. His hair was a disheveled mess, which was probably my fault.
Yeah, he'd definitely need to get that fixed.
The makeup didn't look half bad. It was supposed to make him look rough and dirty, and he still looked like that, but I was no expert.