Lane stifles a laugh as he sits back down on the bed.
“She’s gorgeous,” I say flatly. “Life is so unfair. Aren’t you going to answer?”
“No.”
He grabs his phone and throws it at our feet, handing me a neatly written stack of notes.
“Read through this and see what we could add. But no girly stuff, Heartbreak—or you’re fired.”
“?‘Fired’? Does that mean I’m getting paid?”
He shoots me a warning look, as if to say,You already live here rent-free, honey, and I duck behind the page to hide my face. Part of me wonders if this whole porn-writing business has something todo with his spare bedroom. It looked abandoned when I went in—almost staged, actually. Who knows, maybe it’s his porn lair.Ew. Absolute disgrace.
And that’s how, without even realizing it’s happening, Lane and I end up spending the night working on his movie. I’m not sure I’m much help with the writing—I burst out laughing way too often—but he doesn’t seem to mind, and as the evening stretches on, I can sense him relaxing more and more. While I don’t get to the bottom of the whole motorbike thing, I decide to put it on the back burner for now. I’m having way too much fun visualizing these totally unrealistic sex scenes, and the look on Lane’s face every time I make a suggestion is hilarious.
The hours fly by, and I don’t think of Kirk once—not even when my vision starts to blur and my tired body sinks deeper into the pillows. Right here, right now, the only thing I care about is softening the big, stubborn lump next to me. And I’m more resourceful than he thinks.
15LANE
I’m scribbling down notes when a hand rips the pages away from me. I watch as Lois tosses them in the air.
“Can I help you?”
She twists, leans forward, and before I know it, she’s slipped one leg over mine to straddle me.
“Whoa, whoa, Lois! What the hell?” I immediately tense up with my hands in the air.
“What do you think?” she purrs, trying to push me down.
I fight back, laughing as I grab one of her shoulders, keeping her at arm’s length. I’m expecting a dig or a fresh attempt at teasing an explanation out of me, but she giggles, staring me straight in the eye. Just when I think she’s about to speak, she slowly, deliberately rolls her hips, writhing as she pulls her T-shirt over her head. My laugh twists into a strangled sound.
“Fuck, what…”
I forget how to speak at the sight of the sexiest bra I’ve ever seen. It’s all pearly gray lace, and so sheer that her nipples are poking right through. I swallow hard.This is Lois, for Christ’s sake!
“That brownie was a bad idea. Sugar high, huh?” I manage, but I can’t take my eyes off her breasts.
“Touch me,” she orders. Her voice sounds different.
I blink, pushing back on the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Come on, Laney. I know you want to.”
It’s hard to pretend otherwise when she’s grinding on my rock-hard dick like that. Her palms drag slowly down my chest, nails grazing just enough to make me shiver. Her hips keep moving with intent, each roll devastating. My hands grasp her hips, instinctively pulling her into me when I had meant to push her away. A moan escapes her as she’s biting her lip and tossing her head back. This is insane.This is seriously insane!This is Heartbreak, for God’s sake. I repeat it like a mantra, but her perfect tits are bouncing inches from my face, and I’m losing my fucking mind. I don’t know how long I can hold off. Or if I even want to.
A rush of heat surges through me. “What about Kirk?”
“Who?” She laughs softly and leans over me. “Kiss me.”
My lips move to meet hers without an ounce of protest, but Lois shakes her head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and guiding me toward her chest.
“Here. I know you’ve been fantasizing about it since the pool.”
She lets go of my hair, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra, and my heart starts to pound faster with every inch of fabric that slips off her skin. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this fucking badly. This is probably a massive mistake considering she lives here, but my head is spinning as my mouth hovers a breath away from her nipples. I need to taste her.
Instinctively, I close my lips around one of her breasts.Fuck, she tastes so good.She arches into me, and I tighten my grip on her. I’m sucking deeply, pressing her closer. Her skin is hot against my tongue, her nipple stiff as I tease it.
“Oh, Lane,” she whimpers, breathless.
