Crossing The Line (A Taboo Love series Book 3) (16 page)

Chance nods and drops his forehead to mine. "Me, too."

I lean in and kiss him softly. The kiss slowly heats up. The next thing I know, we're tearing each other clothes off. I pin Chance face first to the front door, one hand at his throat while the other jerks him off. Chance moans and shoves his ass back against my aching cock.

"What do you want?" I purr in his ear.

"I want you to fuck me," Chance rasps.

"Mmm, sounds good, let me grab a condom."

"No, no condom," Chance pants.

I know we're both clean, we've had the conversation before and had gotten physical exams and blood work done before we were able to start shooting the movie. I'm just so used to using one, I guess, that it's weird to not have to.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"I want to feel you," he breathes.

Fuck, he doesn't have to tell me twice. I lube up with some spit. It's not the greatest, but with as much sex as we've been having, I think Chance can handle it. I position myself at his tight hole and slowly push in. I gasp as the head of my cock pushes past the tight muscles. That always feels so good. Once I'm completely inside of him, I go back to jerking him off while I fuck him. Every one of Chance's moans and cries just fuels my desire.

Chance takes over jerking himself off, which works for me because now I can grab both his hips and slam into him. Chance braces one hand against the door so that he's not banging his head.

"Oh fuck, baby don't stop," Chance cries.

It feels so fucking good without a condom. The heat is incredible. I reach up and grab his shoulder, pumping into him harder.

"Ahhh! Motherfucker!" he shouts as he comes, his body convulsing around me, sending me to my own end.

I come inside of Chance for the first time without a condom and damn it is good. Chance collapses against the door, I collapse against his back. We're both shaking and sweaty. I slowly pull out. Chance grunts but doesn't move. I watch as my come starts seeping out of his hole. Fuck, that's hot. I take a finger and push it back in.

"What are you doing?" Chance moans.

"I want my come to stay in there." I chuckle.

Chance starts laughing and that's it, we fall into a fit of hysterics. We're so tired that we're delirious. We're hanging on each other, barely keeping one another on our feet while we try and make our way down the hall to my bedroom. Fuck showers. We do a quick clean up with a washcloth, climb into my bed, and fall the fuck asleep once we're able to stop laughing.

Chapter Fourteen

Chance

We are finally getting a much needed break from filming. Our schedule has been grueling and Parker and I haven’t had two minutes alone where we weren’t too exhausted to do anything. This will only be our second time – if you don’t count his great-grandmother’s party - actually going out in public together, other than grabbing a quick coffee or breakfast before work. Parker suggested Club Masquerade because we can get away without being recognized. 

I follow Parker up the steps to this Club M place that he apparently frequents. He gave me the low down in the car on the way over. It has crazy rules – you have to wear a mask and no talking is permitted - and supposedly, you have to be a member to get in, so I am not completely sure how I am going to be able to walk right in. He also told me that his buddy, Calvin, owns it.  Maybe he asked him to let me in as a favor. Who knows?  They have different themes throughout the month, and tonight is LGBTQ night. I'm surprised that Parker wants to go tonight, with Calvin being the owner and some of the other workers knowing him, but he said that Calvin has the night off tonight and so does the girl who usually runs the front door.  Besides, once our masks are in place, nobody should be able to recognize us.

We sign in, get our nametags and texting devices, put our masks on, and head into the club. I'm shocked by what I see. The place is gorgeous. And packed. There are men dancing with men. Women dancing with women. Drag queens dancing with themselves. I take a moment to soak in the scene and I feel free. I can be whomever I want to be tonight; I can be myself, I don't have to hide my attraction and feelings for Parker. And I hope that he doesn't hide anything that he's feeling for me. Because after four months of being together, he has to be feeling something, especially if he's brought me here tonight.

We start at the bar, getting a few drinks down before I text Parker. But instead of his usual, he orders two waters. He really is trying. The music is bumpin' and I am itching to dance. I can't help but dance in my seat. Pitbull starts singing about fireballs and I want someone else's set on me right now.

HardAsSteele #666: I wanna dance!

Parker reads his device screen then turns to me and nods. He finishes off his drink then slides off his stool. He holds out his hand to me, his lips curved up in a sexy smirk. I lift my eyes to his to find those baby blues sparkling with amusement and excitement as he waits for me. This is the Parker I've fallen in love with. This is the Parker that I want to always be around. Not the uptight fucker he is when we're in public…in hiding. I'm so damn tired of hiding. Shit, did I just say that I love him? I sigh inwardly. Too late now, can't do anything about it.

I slip my hand into his strong, masculine, waiting hand and let him lead me onto the dance floor. Once we find a semi-empty spot toward the middle, I pull him against me and start moving to the music. Parker's hands grip my waist as we grind against each other, our thighs between each other's legs.

Our eyes are locked on each other and I can see the desire rising in his eyes. I can also feel something else rising against my thigh. I shudder at just the thought of having his hard cock inside of me again. I find myself getting hard just thinking about it. My hands roam over his back and down to his ass where I give it a good squeeze. His lips part and his breath hitches. I'm hoping that sometime soon I can convince him to bottom. He doesn't know what he’s missing.

The songs never end; one just blends right into the next one. I don't know how long we've been dancing, but I think it's been about five or so songs. Right now, I have my ass pressed against his rock hard dick. He has one hand grasping my stomach while the other is at my throat. His mouth is by my ear. He's breathing heavily and moaning every now and then. I'm clutching his hips to keep him against me so that I can torture him.  Everyone else has faded away, and it feels like it’s just him and me on the dance floor.  I want nothing more than to throw him down and take him right here.

Suddenly, Parker spins me back around and I'm met with a ferocious kiss that has me clawing at his shirt for something to hold onto. His hands are holding my neck, just under my ears, so he has pretty much complete control over me. Fuck, I love it when he manhandles me. I slide my hands up his back to cling to the back of his shoulders. Our groins are pressed together so tightly that I can feel him pulsing through his jeans.

We both moan and gasp for air between kisses. If he's trying to make my knees go weak, he's very close to succeeding. The emotion that is pouring out of him is palpable. He breathes my name against my lips, even though he's not supposed to talk.

Before anything else can happen, I feel a vibration in Parker's pocket. He tears his mouth away from mine and frowns as he yanks his device out of his pocket. He's panting as he looks at the screen. I'm watching his face, so I see the exact moment when he pales. His head shoots up and starts whipping around as if he's looking for someone. I take a peek at the messenger to see what made him react like that.

C-Dog #413: What. The. Fuck.

Oh shit, someone he knows saw us. I look up just in time to see a very large, very angry black man stop next to us. Fuck, it's worse than I thought. It's Calvin. His eyes are blazing and his jaw is bulging as he works it back and forth. He quickly types something and both of our devices buzz. I look down to see...

C-Dog #413: My office. NOW.

I close my eyes. This is not going to go well. I glance over at Parker to see the easy laid-back man that was here a couple of minutes ago completely gone. In his place, the uptight fucker. Shit. This is going to suck.

Parker

Shitfuckshit!
I hesitate for a moment before following Calvin toward his office. I don't even want to know what he saw. He probably saw most, if not everything that went on, on that dance floor. Chance's hand comes down on my shoulder from behind and squeezes. I tense under his touch for the first time in months. We've been...in a relationship...I guess you can say, for - almost four? five? - months now and this is the first time that we’re actually able to be affectionate in public. I thought Calvin was off. What is he doing here?

We walk into Calvin's office. He slams the door shut behind us and rips off his mask. His angry eyes meet mine.

"What the fuck is going on? Why the fuck did I walk in to see my ‘straight’ friend here on LGBTQ night, sucking face with another dude?" he growls demandingly.

I push my mask up and so does Chance. I glance at him before lying right to one of my best friend's faces. "We were just rehearsing for an upcoming scene. Figured tonight would be a good night to do that."

I sneak another glance at Chance just in time to catch the hurt in his eyes before he covers it up. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away from me, his expression cold.
Goddammit!
I look back at Calvin to find him watching me through narrowed eyes.

"I call bullshit. Man, I've known you too damn long to know when you're lying to me. Now, why you decided to lie to me, I don't understand," he mutters, shaking his head. "Frankly, that pisses me off even more. So, how about you take another shot at telling me what the fuck is going on?" Calvin says, crossing his large arms over his even larger chest.

I gape at him for a moment. I can't believe he just called bullshit on me. I sigh and shove my hands through my hair. "I...I don't really know, Cal. We've been seeing each other for the past few months..."

"Seeing each other? That's what you're gonna call this?" Chance grunts in annoyance.

Calvin lifts an eyebrow at Chance. "He obviously thinks it's more," Calvin says, motioning toward Chance.

I go to reply but Chance beats me.

"I
thought
we were in a relationship. Ya know, I
thought
that's what dating and sleeping together meant.  I
thought
that’s what getting to
fuck
me every night for the past four months meant," he hisses, obviously pissed.

Calvin's eyes widen as he looks back and forth between us.

"Chance," I warn. "Stop."

I really don't want him telling my best friend - who just found out that I've been dating a guy - all about our sex life.

"You have had a boyfriend for four months and didn't think to tell your friends?" Calvin blurts incredulously.

"Listen, I'm still not sure of where this is going, so I didn't want to say anything," I huff uncomfortably.

Chance lets out a bitter laugh. "Oh, that's rich, Parker. I thought that we were in this together. And to think I let myself fall for you," he says as he starts for the door.

My heart stops in my chest. What did he just say? I grab his arm before he can open the door. "What?" I wheeze. Surely he didn't say what I think he said.

Chance rips his arm out of my grasp. "Forget it, you obviously don't give a shit about me or my feelings so just fuck off," he snarls. He tugs his mask back into place before storming out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

I spin around to glare at Calvin. "You had to make a scene, didn't you? You couldn't have just waited to say something until tomorrow?" I bark.

"Don't fucking blame this on me! You can imagine my shock at what I saw. There was no way I could just let it go until tomorrow," he retorts. "And maybe if you had quit being a little bitch and told me the fucking truth, he wouldn't have stormed out."

"I did tell you the truth!" I shout angrily at him.

Calvin gives me a “get real" look.

"You just told me that you didn't know where this thing with you two is going when it’s obvious that something serious is happening. You clearly have deep feelings for each other or he wouldn’t have looked like you just killed his dog. It's your fault that he left. You lied to cover up your own insecurities. Nobody here was judging you. So own your own shit and don’t put it on me," he accuses, pointing at me.

I can feel the heat from my anger rise up my face. "I don't have to listen to this bullshit from you," I snap before yanking down my mask and storming out of his office, too.

I find Chance outside trying to hail a cab. He sees me coming toward him so he turns and starts walking quickly down the block.

"Chance, talk to me, will ya?" I call after him as I follow.

I have to jog to catch up to him. I grab his arm and spin him around. His livid gaze bores into mine.

"Look, I'm sorry..." I start, but he cuts me off.

"No, you're not. And I don't want to hear any of your excuses. We've been arguing about this for the past month and it's never going to change. You’re never gonna want to come out. And I'm not going to live my life in the closet. I don’t want to be your dirty little secret. You couldn't even tell your best friend about us," he rasps.

"Charlie knows," I tell him sheepishly.

"Good for Charlie. What about the rest of the fucking world, huh?”  he asks accusingly, stretching and raising his arms in the air. 

But I have no answer for that.  None that he would want to hear.

“You’re falling in love with me?” I whisper, taking a step toward him. The enormity of what he said finally hitting me.

He takes a step back away from me. “You know what…no, I didn't fall in love with you… you fucking tripped me. And now...now it's over because I'm done," he says sadly.

"Chance, please, don't do this," I plead, reaching out for him.

He steps out of my reach and shakes his head. "I'm done. I've told you twice now that I'm in love with you and you can't even say it back."

"I really don't think this is the best time to say it back, Chance.  You probably wouldn't believe me if I did," I argue.

"At least if you did I would feel like you were actually trying to fight for me," he croaks. "I don't think you want this as badly as I do."

"Come on, man, you know that's not true." I sigh. I know nothing I say is getting through to him right now; he's too hurt and upset. Plus, I’m not sure if I do want it as badly.  Am I prepared to come out?  To tell my family, my friends…fuck, the whole world that I’m gay?

He shakes his head. "I'll see you on set," he says before turning and darting down the street.

At the end of the block, he's able to quickly catch a cab and drive away. Shit. I really fucked up this time.  I need a drink.