Hollywood Hearts (A Bad Boy Love Triangle Romance): (Hollywood Hearts Book 1) Read Online Free

up and down, up and down until I was on the edge.

    I switched the nozzle over to the ‘Massage’ setting so it could blast me more furiously. I was so close.  

    I thought of him slamming his cock up my passage…

    Of him looking at me with those hooded eyes that hungered for me…

    That made me too hot. I convulsed, coming hard, climaxing and squeezing my thighs tightly around the shower head, moving the water flow down and away from my sensitive clit. I cupped my breasts firmly as the orgasm faded. God, I wished he had fucked me so this could be over with. Overcome with a newly found arousal after that night, having him inside of me had become somewhat of an obsession.

    I stood up slowly and locked the shower head back up on the wall. This boy was danger. One night and he had me wrapped around his finger. I really couldn’t tell if it was the fact it was attention from a guy or that I was really into him but it didn’t matter. He was delicious…A completely dick…But delicious and I needed more.

As I lay there in bed later that night, I began to move my mind from my obsession with Hunter ramming me back to Rafe.

    What if he was to came back to the club again? God, what I wouldn’t give to have had him be beneath me instead of some dick-head songwriter. The night’s I’d spent thinking of Rafe, re-watching his TV episodes over and over, having girlish fantasies about what would ever happen should we meet. In them, he’d always fall in love with me obvious.

    No. This was ridiculous.

    I needed a boyfriend ASAP— A normal one. One who I could take out this sexual frustration on instead of resorting to assholes and fantasies.

IV
    The next day was my day off so I joined my friend Jen to attend the monthly sing-along of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Being the committed theatre geeks that we were, I was dressed as Janet in a tank top, petticoat and blonde wig and Jen came as Eddie, which wasn’t too far off her usual sexy dike attired consisting jeans, boots, a baggy tank top and leather vest.

    As we waited patiently at the back of the long line, my phone vibrated from my bra and it sent shivers down my spine. My general arousal had yet to dissipate.

    It was a text from Astrid:

    ‘Queen of Worst Timing. Guess who’s already back for his free drinks?’

    ‘Already? Did he just get there?’

    ‘Yep, with no Red Head to be seen. Just a few guy friends and I totally get why you like him now. He’s kinda adorable. You should come.’

    ‘I can’t, I’m at Rocky Horror.’

    ‘Oh, screw that. You’ve seen it like a thousand times. Get. Over. Here.’

    Jen peeked over my shoulder to read what we were typing. I couldn’t help but feel bad bailing. I just needed a way to tell her.

    “Go, you moron,” she said, slapping me in the back of the head. Well, that made life a whole lot easier.

    “What?”

    “Go, I’m not alone. Yumi and the others up there anyway. I’ll go watch it with them. Who the hell is it though?” She nudged me and I felt nervous.

    “It’s Rafe Williams, he came in the other day and I almost died.”

    “No fucking way, like from that Landmark show and shit? He’s at your club? That dude seems so chill. Go. I’m fine, I love you.” She shook my shoulders then gave me a big hug. “Oh, wait, wait, wait.” She pushed me back behind a corner and started removing her vest and tank top.

    “What are you doing?”

    “You’re gonna go pull a dude in 50s undergarments?” I shook my head while she removed my wig and replaced her costume on me. Her tank top sat just long enough on me to pass as a dress and the vest gave it a bit more of an edge. “Shoes,” she said. I slipped off my kitten heels and swapped them with her motorcycle boots.

    “Some costume, JJ,” I laughed to her, feeling guilty about what she was left wearing. But she had balls. I know she wouldn’t care.

    “Fuck off. I look amaze. Now, go have fun.” God, I love my friends.

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