“I’m sorry, Archer.”
“I understand.” I don’t mean for it to come out so sharp.
“Maybe we should call it a night.”
“That’s a good idea.” I down the rest of my drink, half hoping it will erase this embarrassing rejection. I want this woman so badly, and when she resists me it hurts. But if it’s space she needs, I’ll give it to her. I’d do anything for my Billie. She’s mine. I’ve claimed her, and all I care about is keeping her happy.
Her cool hand again finds the side of my face. “I want you too, Archer.” She takes my hand from my knee and places it against her center. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I see stars. But, not until we’re done shooting this pilot.” Billie’s mischievous smile makes my cock spring to life. “If you think you can wait.”
I give her steaming mound a squeeze over her jeans. Billie gasps. My voice comes out like a growl. “I’ll wait forever for this, honey. It’s mine, understood?”
Billie licks her lips, wraps her hand around mine and pushes me even harder between her legs. “Understood.” She moans, wiggling against my grip. She plants a kiss on my cheek, grabs her bag from the bar, and heads out into the night leaving me hot, hard, and twitching for a taste of her.
6
Billie
Three Weeks Later:
I stare backat my reflection in my phone and run my finger along my lower lip. The black car pulls up to the wrap party, already thumping inside of the Jane Hotel. I’ve been questioning my decision not to sleep with Archer Bain ever since it happened, but tonight all bets are off. We’re done shooting and I’m praying that he still feels the same about me as he did that night three weeks ago.
I toss my driver a tip and hop out of the car. My heels click against the pavement as I enter the gorgeous throwback lobby. I wouldn’t be so nervous if Archer hadn’t been acting like it never happened. On set, he’s calm, cool, and professional. It’s quite the change from our practice kiss that first day in his trailer. Part of me wonders if I acted too quickly, like maybe I should’ve just slept with him when I had the chance. But if he isn’t into me now then perhaps he never was.
Besides, I just finished wrapping the pilot of what’s sure to be a wildly successful show. My star is on the rise, and there’s a cold glass of champagne at the bar with my name on it. Having Archer Bain in my bed tonight would be the cherry on top of the sundae.
The ornate fireplace blazes as I enter the party room. Most of the crew, producers, and cast sit on the velvet couches lining the rich, red room. There’s a step and repeat set up with a backdrop near the far wall. I run a hand through my long, wavy hair, kicking myself for not splurging on a new dress. Until the check clears, a purchase like that would be beyond my means.
Applause fills the air as people catch sight of me. At first I think they’re mistaken. I look behind me and no one is there, so it must be for me. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I’m suddenly not sure what to do with my hands. I give a grateful nod, wishing that drink was already in my grip.
The crowd parts as I make my way to the bar. My smile slides right off of my face. Archer sits at the bar with a tall, gorgeous brunette with legs for days. She twirls her hair around her finger, hanging on his every word. He must sense my gaze because he halts his conversation and looks over at me. I don’t give him a chance to react. My feet move in the opposite direction, and I find myself in the luxurious ladies lounge.
I lean over the sink and take a deep breath. What did I expect him to wait for me? How naive. I start to bite my bottom lip, but remember my lipstick. Catching my eyes in the mirror, it all hits me. This ismyparty, too. I deserve to celebrate this accomplishment. It’s a dream not many actresses have the chance to live out. I point at my reflection. “You’re a fucking star, Billie Wyatt, and you don’t need Archer Bain to make you happy.”
My pep talk is cut short by the sound of the door whizzing open. I stand up straight, squaring my shoulders. With my purse tucked firmly under my arm, I swirl around to leave when I stop dead in my tracks. Archer stands before me, hands in his pockets, a crooked pirate’s smile plastered across his face.
“You’re not supposed to be in here.”
The lock clicks behind him. “Three weeks,” he says, steadily moving toward me. “I’ve been waiting for this night for three long weeks.” I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t have the chance. “You didn’t think I forgot did you?” He towers above me, looking down at me with crystal blue, hooded eyes.
“No.” I swallow back the fear and doubt plaguing me just minutes before.
“I don’t think you understand how hard it’s been for me.” He reaches for my hand and places it on his gigantic erection, pressing hard against his zipper. My panties erupt in wetness. He’s long and thick. “Seeing you every day on set and not being able to throw you down and bury myself deep inside of you.”
I’m at a loss for words, but it doesn’t stop Archer, who brushes my hair back over my shoulder. His hot breath sends goosebumps down my arms as he kisses his way up my neck. “I’ve been in agony, Billie. Waiting for this moment, the chance to finally make you see stars.”
He grips my ass and pulls me close to him. I nearly cry out in surprise. This isn’t the gentle giant who kissed me in his trailer. Now his touch is filled with raw urgency. His mouth crashes down on mine as he slides his hand up the front of my dress. His fingertips trail up my inner thigh, and into my panties. When he finds my dripping wet center, I gasp into his mouth.
“Clearly, you’ve been waiting for this as eagerly as I have.”He circles his finger against my tiny bundle of nerves. “You’re so wet, Billie.”
“Yes,” I whisper. My nose pressed against his smooth cheek as his finger slides inside of me. I tilt my pelvis to give him further, deeper access. “It’s been so long since anyone’s touched me like this.” I say.
“And no one besides me ever will again.” A second finger penetrates me, sending my eyes rolling back into my head. “This tight little pussy of yours is all mine, now. I’ve waited long enough, and now I’m claiming it.” He gently pecks my lips. “I’m claiming you.”
“I want it.” I whisper, wiggling my hips against his hand. The friction tantalizes me like an electrical current. “I want you, Archer. I always have.”
“I’m glad you made me wait.” He says, fingering me. “It made me so fucking hungry for you. Your perfect, sexy body is embedded in my brain.” He nibbles and sucks at my neck, pulling his fingers out and massaging me in circles. The familiar build of warm heat gathers in my stomach. My fingers grip his bulge as Archer brings me to climax, spilling my juices all over his strong, unwavering hand.
“Motherfucker.” My top lip sticks to my teeth as I rest my damp forehead against his chin. He removes his hand from my panties and kisses me. His tongue tastes me in slow, sensuous strokes. I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. Nothing feels as good as Archer’s fingers.