Finding My Way (Beaumont 4)

I shut my door behind me. There’s not a lot of room to maneuver. She stands before me, her bra straps sliding down her arms, leaving her breasts in full view.

“Holy, fuck me.”

“I plan on it, Liam.”

I fumble for the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head. I move toward her quickly and capture my lips with hers not mindful of my busted lip. I hiss, but relish in the pain. I deserve it. She pulls at my belt and yanks the fly of my jeans open as my hands palm her ass. My fingers inch toward her pussy, feeling how wet she is. She wants me. She’s just not giving herself to me. Her hand rubs down my shaft giving me the friction that I need.

I spin her around and set us down on the bed. I sit up and shimmy out of my jeans, unlacing my boots as quickly as possible. Her legs are spread for me, inviting me.

“Are you sure?” I ask, as I reach for my wallet to pull out a condom.

“Yes,” she answers as she unhooks her garter belt and slides her thong down her legs. “I want this with you.” She kisses me hard, pulling me forward. I rest on top of her, letting her feel my weight before sitting back on my knees. I rip open the foil wrapper and sheath my erection.

“Who’s Jojo?” she asks, her fingers tracing the name inked on my skin.

“No one you’ll ever be,” I reply, capturing her lips. It’s only when she stiffens do I realize my mistake, but it’s too late. She’s already encased me and unless she tells me to stop, I’m not going to. I need this. I need this to feel whole again and not so broken.

Chapter 39

I pull at my bow-tie as the limousine drives at a snail’s pace down Hollywood Blvd. I’ve been nervous a lot in the past year, but this time my nerves are frayed. I down a shot of whiskey from the bar and settle in my seat. My date, Valerie Penn, sits beside me looking out the window at the fans waving.

Tonight is a new adventure for us. About six months ago, one of our songs was chosen to be on a movie soundtrack. We didn’t think anything of it, thought it was cool and we went on about our business until Sam told us we were invited to the red carpet event. I wanted to blow it off, but she said it was important for our image and that we should want to walk the red carpet and greet the reporters and fans. If there’s anything I’ve learned over the past year or so, it’s to listen to what Sam says. Well mostly. I don’t listen to her when it comes to my love life because she’s not happy with my decisions, and that’s only because my decision doesn’t involve her. We slept together once, and it was a mistake. I was lonely and we were on the road. I just had my lip busted by an angry husband. Needless to say, it’s a night I planned to forget. Sam, sadly, had other ideas. At first, I didn’t think anything of it. She’d bring me breakfast in the morning and sit with me while I ate. She started taking me shopping and calling all the time to see how I was doing. She became more touchy-feely with her hand always on my arm or brushing my leg. I finally put a stop to it when she came over one night to drop off some paperwork and acted like she was too tired to go home. It hit me like a ton of bricks what she had been doing – trying to get back in my bed – and I wasn’t having any of it.

So I started casually dating. I’m not looking for anything too serious and it’s only with women who have some type of celebrity status so both of us can benefit. The women know this going in and more often than not, our publicists set us up. We both gain from our mutual interest in each other and there are no hard feelings when one of us wants to go in a separate direction. That’s usually me. I’m becoming bored very easily. A few have become clingers, but I’ve become too much of an ass to really care.

My car door opens and I reach for Valerie’s hand, pulling her behind me. We step out to massive screams. The sounds are deafening, but very welcomed. Sam assures me this will catapult us into super-stardom. She’s hoping that we’ll be headlining our own tour after tonight.

This is an A-list event and my relationship status will be confirmed in the press by this time tomorrow. Valerie has been my rumored girlfriend for a few weeks thanks to her publicist making sure we’re in the same place at the same time. Like I said, I don’t mind playing along. It’s fun for a while. Valerie’s beautiful and will make an amazing wife for someone, but not me. She agrees. We’re strictly friends when we’re off the camera. We have zero romantic chemistry at all.

I wave to the crowd and wait for Harrison to get out of his car so we can walk the red carpet together. His door opens and the decibel of the cheering moves up a notch to borderin

g at hysteria. Since we’ve done a few videos, Harrison has gained some fans. I think it’s great. It takes some of the spotlight off me.

He joins Valerie and me with his sister as his date. When Yvie reaches me, she goes up on her tiptoes and gives me a kiss on the cheek, much to the chagrin of the crowd. Yvie loves it. She’s had a crush on me since we met, according to Harrison, but I see her as a sister. It would probably make sense for us to date since we’re close in age, but the things I’ve seen and done in the past year ages me far beyond her reach. I may be only twenty, but I feel thirty.

Sam meets us and guides us to the crowd. Right now we’re only signing autographs. When we actually step onto the red carpet, the interviews and photos will start. Fans ask us for photos and Sam obliges, taking photo after photo until she tells us it’s time to hit the carpet.

Valerie and I step onto the carpet first, followed by Harrison and Yvie. Sam is in front of us with her clipboard out and an earpiece in. She’s talking to our publicist who is securing interviews along the carpet for us.

Photographers and journalists yell our names at the same time. I’m thankful for Sam and her list because without her, I wouldn’t know who to talk to. She knows where we’re supposed to go. She directs us to Entertainment Weekly. Harrison and I step up to the makeshift barricade, ready and willing to answer anything. Well almost anything. There are some questions that I refuse to answer and a simple shake of the head tells Sam that I’m ready to move on. Harrison does the same thing. We’re adamant that we won’t answer any questions about our family, especially my grandma.

“Well hello Liam Page and Harrison James,” the reporter coos our names as she bats her eyelashes, turning on the full charm. “Tell me boys, how are you enjoying your first premiere?”

I look around with a smile on face. “I’m loving it,” I respond. “Look at all the beautiful women.” I wink and cock my head sideways causing her to sigh. She blushes, score one for Page.

“You know I’ve heard about the Page Pantydropper and I do believe I just experienced it.”

I lean over the barricade slightly. “Well maybe I’m losing my touch because I definitely don’t see your panties down around your ankles.”

“O-wh-,” she steps away and fans herself. I wink at her one last time since Sam is pulling on my arm.

“Why do you do that, Liam?”

“What’s that Sam?” I look down on her. Tonight she’s not rocking her usual stilettos, which honestly is a bummer for me. I may have made the mistake of sleeping with her last year, but I can’t discount that she’s smoking hot and her heels turn me on.

“You flirt like they have a chance with you.”

I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “Maybe they do. You know Valerie and I aren’t sleeping together and I get lonely.” I let my hand brush against her ass. I know what I’m doing and I’ll likely pay for it later with some epic off the wall rant, or she’ll turn totally emotional and cry in my ear for an hour.