Wheels of Fire

Chaser steps to the side but keeps his arm around my waist and a hand on my hip.

“You read for Sandra’s part, right?” he asks. “It was a close call if I remember.”

“I’m flattered to hear that. Sandra was terrific, though. You made the right choice.”

He inclines his head, studying me until I’m ready to fidget. “What are you working on right now?”

“Um, a new show Scout Southgate’s putting together. We start shooting in January.”

“But you’re still interested in film?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great.” He nods to Chaser. “Perfect song. Thanks for coming tonight.”

After he wanders away, Chaser gives me a wide-eyed look. “See, you made an impression.”

Inside, I’m bursting but try to remain calm on the outside. “I know!” I whisper.

As things wind down, people start leaving for exclusive after parties.

“Atlas Gates invited us to Creeping Vine for a private after-party,” Garrett says. “We have to go.”

“Cool,” Chaser says, but by his tone, he’s not as enthusiastic about hanging out with the star of the film. “You want to go?” he asks me.

I wait until the others are ahead of us. “Will you be disappointed in me if I say no?”

“Fuck no.” He breathes a sigh of relief.

Jacob’s wild-eyed and twitchy when we catch up to the guys outside. Obviously, he’s had more than alcohol tonight.

“Come on, let’s go!” he shouts.

“Will you watch out for him?” Chaser asks Alvin.

“You’re not coming?”

“Nah, we’re beat.”

Alvin glances over his shoulder. “Sandra Felton gave me her number. I’m gonna try to meet up with her at Creeping Vine.” Like two teenagers, they high-five each other.

I pat Alvin’s arm and wish him luck.

Alvin, Garrett, and Jacob end up taking a limo with a group of other people.

“Seems we have our limo to ourselves,” Chaser says as it pulls up to the curb.

My lips twitch. “Whatever shall we do with it?”

Once we’re safely tucked inside the car, Chaser tugs at the zipper of my dress. “First, I want you out of this,” he murmurs. “Hold your hair up.”

Laughing, I lift my heavy pile of long spiral curls. “What are you doing?”

I peer out the window. The limo hasn’t started moving yet. We’re inches way from dozens of people still lingering from the premiere. “No one can see us, right?”

“No and I told the driver to take his time getting us home,” he rasps.

Cool air soothes my heated back as he tugs the zipper all the way down. For the first time tonight, I can finally breathe.

Chaser lets out a low whistle. “Good thing I didn’t see what you were wearing under the dress before we left. Turn around.”

It’s not easy. I crouch and twist my way out of the dress, trying to avoid bopping my head on the ceiling.

He runs his fingers under my garters, straight up to the beige lace thong barely covering me. “Very pretty.”

“Thank you.” I kneel down in front of him and he captures my hands as I reach for his belt.

“What are you doing?”

I stare up at him and slowly lick my lips. “If you take your cock out, I’ll show you.”

His intense expression doesn’t change. “I don’t want you on the floor.” He slides his hands under my arms, pulling me up until I’m straddling his lap. “Goddesses deserve to be worshipped.”

I reach between us, working his belt loose. “I need you, Chaser.”

He cups my face, dragging me down for a kiss. I work the buttons of his jeans and he slides down a few inches to make room. “That’s better,” I whisper.

When I finally free him, he’s heavy in my palms. Hot, hard as stone. I slide my fist up his length and he groans. “This isn’t what I planned, but fuck if I’m gonna stop you,” he murmurs, eyes half-closed.

“Good boy.”

His lips quirk.

He slides his thumb beneath the edge of my thong, slowly stroking. “So slick.” His dark eyes glitter with heat in the shadowy confines. He pushes two fingers inside me and flicks his thumb over my clit.

“Oh,” I gasp and throw my head back. “Shit.”

“Mallory, we just started,” he teases.

I rest one hand on his shoulder and lift myself enough to hover over him.

“That’s it.” He clutches my hips, guiding me down. “All the way.”

We’re so close, enclosed in the tiny space, our own little world. I rest my forehead against his, staring into his eyes as I take all of him.

“Good girl.” He slides his hand under the tiny bits of lace, covering not much at the moment and rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit in slow, soft circles.

“God you know I love that.”

He hums an encouraging noise of agreement and keeps up the rhythmic movement. Sweat mists over my forehead and chest. I reach back and undo my strapless bra, tossing it aside.

“Even better.” He sits forward, capturing my nipple with his mouth and sucking hard.

“Oh!” I slap my hand against his shoulder at first pushing him away, then drawing him closer.

He moves to my other breast, lashing his tongue over my nipple.

“Slower,” he warns.

But I’m too wild and far gone. I rock my hips faster, ready to burst into a million pieces. “So close,” I whisper.

He applies more pressure to my clit and my body jerks and pulses with pleasure. “Yes.” I slam my palm against the roof to keep my balance and keep wildly bucking my hips.

“Fuck, yes.” Chaser curls his hands over my shoulders, pinning me down while he pounds his hips up. His entire body shakes as he finds his release. “Fuck.”

I keep moving my hips, slowing my movements until he finally opens his eyes again. “Come here.” He wraps his arms around me, crushing me against his sweaty chest, kissing the curve of my neck.

When our breathing returns to semi-normal, he helps me dress in the jeans and T-shirt, I’d brought to change into. He brushes my damp curls off my forehead. “It’s still early if you want to go somewhere else.”

“Nope. I want to go home with you.”

Chapter Sixty-One

Chaser

The next morning, I stretch, reaching for Mallory before I’m even fully awake. Soft laughter greets me. Little fingers tickle over my ribs and up my chest.

“Morning.” Her husky morning greeting finally peels my eyes open.

“I had the most amazing dream.”

She rolls to her side, resting her head against her hand. “About?”

“I was at this party and the most beautiful woman in the room went home with me.” I reach over and trace my fingers over her neck and down her chest, flicking the sheet out of my way. “She was wild and begged to ride my cock in the backseat of the limo.”

“Sounds pretty hot.”

“Come here.” I hold out my arms and she snuggles closer.

“Mmm. You’re nice and warm,” she mumbles.

I restlessly stroke my fingers up and down her back. “Hey, Mallory?”

“Hmm?”

“Now that you have time off until the next show starts shooting, come out on the road with me. Tour ends in Portland. We can hop a flight to Hawaii and have our secret beach wedding.”

She pulls back and stares at me with wide eyes. “You want to? So soon?”

“Yeah. We keep talking about it. Saying we’ll do it when this is over or that’s done. We’ll have our beach wedding. Spend a few weeks just relaxing with each other. It’ll be perfect.”

“You won’t be upset if your father’s not there?” she asks. “And the club?”