Wardrobe Malfunction

I find myself watching Vaughn’s ass as he walks. It looks good in the jeans he’s wearing.

I had my hands on that very ass last night while he pounded in and out of me.

Holy shivers.

His shirt is molded to his body, and I just want to rip it off. With my teeth.

Vaughn stops at a group of guys. One of them is Gabriel Evans, and I recognize the other as Julian Jacob. Both of them are actors. Gabriel does movies. Julian is in TV. He does this big show about this cop who dies and comes back to life to avenge his murder. Unsurprisingly, it’s called Dead Cop. I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve heard it’s awesome.

The three of them are the golden boys of Hollywood. And it’s easy to see why. I know Gabriel is part Italian, and it shows in his dark looks and lean, muscular body. Julian is the all-American boy with blond hair and blue eyes. Both are tall.

And Vaughn is Vaughn.

He just shines the brightest. Something about him pulls your attention straight to him.

“Guys, this is Ava, Logan, and Pins.”

“Pins?” Gabriel chuckles.

I frown at Vaughn. “Charly. Nice to meet you, Gabriel.”

“Call me Gabe.”

I watch his eyes brush over Logan and Ava. Then, they stop on Ava, who’s looking like a deer in headlights right now.

“Seeing as though this jackass isn’t going to introduce me, I’m Julian.” He shoulders Vaughn.

“I know who you are.” I smile at him.

“Yeah, it’s good, really good, to meet you,” Logan says. “I love Dead Cop! Big fan! I have to ask, are you and Meredith ever going to get it on in the show?”

Julian winks and taps his nose.

“I knew it!” Logan cheers.

I think I need to watch this show if it has Logan that excited.

Vaughn introduces us to the rest of the group. A few are Gabriel’s friends, and others are what I like to call celeb hangers-on.

I somehow find myself standing next to Vaughn while Ava chats with Gabriel and Logan chews Julian’s ear off about his show.

“Thanks for coming over and letting us in. That security guy wasn’t budging.”

“I told him not to let any stalkers in, and you do look like a stalker.”

“Ha! Says the man who came to the bar he knew I was going to. The only new bar on Sunset.”

“Are you saying, I followed you here?” He gives me an affronted look.

Keeping my eyes on him, I tip my head to the side, a smile teasing my lips. “Well, didn’t you?”

His arms fold over his chest. “Technically, I didn’t follow you. But…yes, I did know that you might possibly be here.”

“Aha! I knew it! You little stalker!” I laugh, secretly feeling thrilled that he wanted to see me tonight.

“It was my cock,” Vaughn says. “He smelled your scent and followed you here. He’s a needy bastard like that.”

Laughter bursts from me.

He smiles, his eyes shining.

“You’re weird.” I laugh.

“It turns you on though. Admit it.”

I measure out an inch with my thumb and forefinger.

“I hope you’re not sizing up my cock there, Pins, ’cause I’m gonna be seriously offended if you are.”

“Stop it.” I laugh, playfully pushing my hand to his chest, feeling giddy from the drinks.

He moves a little closer to me. “Are you drunk?”

“No. I’m only on cocktail number three.”

“Good.” He leans in close. “Because I like my women to be alert when I’m fucking them.”

“Them?”

“You.”

My stomach clenches, and I feel my panties getting wet, making me press my thighs together.

His eyes skim down my body. “I like the dress and the heels, but I miss the boots.”

I press a hand to my dress. It’s one I made myself. A red lace body-con dress. Him saying he likes it makes me feel good even if he does know zero about women’s fashion.

“The boots needed a rest. I wore them all day.” I flash him a smile.

He leans in again, speaking into my ear, “I want you wearing the boots later. Them and nothing else.”

He tips his head back and stares into my eyes, taking a swig of his beer, and I nod my head in agreement, like an eager puppy.

Vaughn

I swear to God, this night is never going to be over.

I’ve wanted to leave the bar since I saw Charly.

I knew she was down there. Of course I knew. But I wanted her to see me and come to me.

And she did.

We’ve all been drinking and talking and dancing for hours. Well, I’ve only had a few beers. I don’t like to get too tanked, and I need to be in good working order, as I plan on spending the rest of the night inside Charly.

I’ve noticed that Charly has slowed her drinking down, too.

I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off her all night. I just want to be alone with her. I haven’t been alone with her since she first arrived and we spoke for a few minutes. After that, she was off dancing with Ava and chatting to people she knew from the cast.

I just want to pick her up and carry her off, so I can have her to myself.

And thank fuck we’re finally leaving.

I’m going to grab Charly, put her in my limo, strip her clothes off, and fuck her all the way to her hotel. Then, I’ll get her inside her hotel room and fuck her all over again.

My dick has never been so eager.