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

I walk into the sitting room that leads into my bedroom. It’s a little cozy sitting area with a couple of big plush armchairs, a floor lamp, and an ottoman, which has my two favorite magazines sitting on it -
Maxim
and
Men's Health
. I pass through and go into the main bedroom, where my giant California king is the focus of the room. It is decked out in navy blue satin sheets and has a ton of throw pillows placed artfully at the head of the bed, all Maribel’s doing, of course. I don’t have the time or patience to make my bed every day. The mattress is surrounded by a modern black leather head and foot board that looks great with the sheets.

I strip down because I sleep nude, hating anything on my skin except for the satin of my sheets. I walk into my bathroom first to do my thing, and then go over to the floor to ceiling tinted windows. I pull the curtain back to look out for a moment. The city is gorgeous at night all lit up. I let the curtain drop back down before moving back toward the bed and climb in, tossing the throw pillows on the floor, and plopping down on my stomach in the middle of it. I pull the sheet up over my bare ass then grab my pillow and hug it to my chest. After a deep relaxing breath, I start to drift off.

Chapter Two

Chance

I yawn as I get out of the limo that drove me to the studio. It is the first day on set after months of waiting. I’ve been getting ready, doing my research, going through an FBI training course and shit like that. I was assured that my "Partner" had been doing the same thing, just at different times. I am actually surprised that Parker Hamilton hasn’t sought me out. On past movies, we always went over the script before the first day on set.

I’m excited to play this character, Wade Burns. I made sure to read the books the screenplay was based on, and actually really liked them. Yeah, there is a ton of gay sex in them, but so what? It was actually kind of hot, in my opinion. I’m not gay, but I have been with a man before. It may not be my preference, but I have an open mind. I can’t say that I haven’t thought about being with a man again - it has been years - and I am willing to go there now that the opportunity has presented itself. I’m also going to take pleasure in seeing Parker squirm.

Now that I think about it, I’m not all that surprised that Parker hasn’t sought me out. He’s probably backing out at this very moment. Pussy. He’s probably freaking the fuck out about having to kiss another man. I know Parker pretty well. We’ve done a lot of movies together. We aren’t exactly the best of friends, but we are civil to each other...for the most part. Parker riles easily and it’s fun to get him going. There has been a time or two when Parker has pushed me away because I’d gotten into his personal space. It was never sexual in nature, but I think a lot of guys are like that. He never came off as a homophobe, though.

I head right to my trailer where my hair and makeup chick is waiting for me. As I get all prettied up, I go over the script for the scenes that we are shooting today. No kissing just yet, which I guess is good. I want to get Parker alone so that we can get over the awkwardness before doing it on film.

After my hair and makeup are done, I get dressed then head out to meet up with the rest of the cast and crew. I walk on set and find the director and producers. I chat with them for a few minutes while waiting for Parker to arrive. He shows up about twenty minutes later looking sharp in a tailored dark gray suit. His role in the beginning of the story is a straight-laced FBI agent who has a stick up his ass. Well, he definitely looks the part.

"Hey, Steele," Parker mutters, barely able to meet my eyes.

"What up, Hamlet?" I say in greeting and clap him on the shoulder.

"Dude, you know that’s a play about revenge, right?” Parker says, his tone bored.

I shrug. “Meh, I was just thinking of it as a play off your name. Hamilton. You’re an actor, Shakespeare wrote a play, which actors acted in. Hamlet, get it?” 

Parker sighs in irritation and shakes his head. I look him over and damn, he looks tense. Not that I expected him to laugh, but maybe a little snicker or something. He is really wound up. Why did he even take this role if he doesn't want to do this? I don't have time to comment because the director wants to get started. We are actually starting with the opening scene where the two agents are paired together for the first time. I mentally shake myself and take on the role of being Wade Burns.

Later that night, when they call cut for the final time of the evening, I sigh wearily and head back to my trailer. Damn, I’m beat. We shot a lot of film today with minimal breaks. I take a quick shower in the tiny bathroom, get dressed in my own clothes, and then head out to go back to the studio apartment I’m renting nearby. I have a beautiful home on the West Coast, but because we are shooting the movie in New York City, I decided to rent a studio instead of staying at the hotel with the rest of the cast and crew that don’t live locally. Studios are roomier and more private. As I walk out to the waiting limo, Parker is walking to his BMW.

"Hey, Hamilton. Can we talk?" I call to him.

I watch as Parker freezes with his hand on the door handle. He then drops his head and sags his shoulders. He turns to give me a wary look. "Sure, what's up?" he asks tightly.

I walk over and stop in front of him. "Only the fact that we're gonna have to kiss and get into each other's personal space in the very near future," I say, feigning nonchalance as I shrug.

I look into the man's bright blue eyes. There are many emotions swirling around in those eyes. We are just about the same height and build, only Parker has blonde hair and mine is brown, as are my eyes.

Parker’s jaw bulges slightly as he clenches his teeth. He nods jerkily, his eyes swinging away.

"Man, why did you take this role if you're so uncomfortable with what needs to be done?" I frown.

He sighs heavily and rakes a hand through his blonde hair. "I'm just...damn it...I'm just nervous. I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to go through with it when it comes down to it," he struggles.

I give him a sympathetic look, debating if I should just jump him right now to get it over with or wait until we are somewhere private. Oh, fuck it. I quickly grasp the back of Parker’s neck and yank him forward until our lips meet in a hard crush. Parker’s arms flail for a moment before finding purchase on my chest. He pushes...hard, making me stumble back and land on my ass.

"What the FUCK?" Parker bellows, fists clenched at his sides, chest heaving, blue eyes flashing angrily.

I sit there on the ground, leaning back on my hands, my head cocked to the side as I watch Parker seethe. "Dude, if you can't kiss me, then this isn't going to work," I say calmly, my eyes scanning over his whole body.

"You could have warned me," Parker says, his words clipped.

I have to admit, the man is attractive. He is the blonde haired, blue eyed, pretty boy type. He has broad shoulders that taper down into a trim waist and long legs. His face is clean-shaven at the moment, but that will change later on as his character changes. He has a dimple on each cheek, even when he isn’t smiling. His light eyes are framed with long lashes. His nose is straight and fits his face perfectly. And his lips are full and firm looking. He is definitely a man's man, though. 

Parker doesn't utter another word, but just stares at me.  Stewing.  His arms crossed, a scowl on his face.  I stare back and can actually see his jaw tick. In all of my years working with him, I’ve never seen him this livid… and I’ve seen him pissed.  He stalks toward me, and I'm at a disadvantage still being on my ass. He squats down in front of me and leans inches from my face. I don't know if he is going to kiss me or kill me.

With a stern face and deadly serious tone, I find out. "I'm going to tell you this one time and I’m not going to repeat myself, Steele. The next time you fucking touch me while the cameras aren't rolling, I’m going to shove my foot so far up your ass you’re going to choke on my Pradas!”

With that last parting gem, he stands, gets into his car and peels out of the parking lot, leaving me on my ass in a cloud of burning rubber.

Parker

What the hell was he thinking? I hop into my BMW strung so tightly that I feel like my shoulders are going to snap.  There is only one way to solve this problem. Who can I get to take the edge off? I have a couple of women that I call every now and then for a booty call. Maybe Olivia? Yeah, I’ll call Olivia and see if she is free tonight. Olivia is an old friend, with benefits. We have never been in a relationship, never wanted anything more from each other. We just use each other for sex every now and again. Really good sex. Plus, she completely respects my privacy. I never worry about her running to the press with my business. That’s probably because I have just as much shit on her.

"Hey Parker," Olivia answers fondly.

"Hey baby, you free tonight?" I ask, a smile curling my lips.

"Hmmm, maybe, what's in it for me?" Olivia asks, her voice lowering seductively.

"A whole lot of me." I chuckle.

Olivia laughs. "Sounds good, come pick me up?"

"Be there in twenty," I say then hang up.

I start my car and pull out of the lot. I pull up to Olivia's house twenty-five minutes later and honk the horn. She knows the drill. She’s out the door and in my car in five minutes. I lean over and kiss the gorgeous blonde on her lips then head towards our usual place. Neither of us wants to do it in our homes – it’s too personal - so we get a room at an upscale hotel. In fact, I’ve never had sex in my own bed.  We chat in the car as I drive, catching up some. We haven’t seen each other in about a month.              

I made sure to call ahead and set things up with the concierge. I pull into the underground parking garage about thirty minutes later and he is waiting for us with our room key in hand. I slip him a Benjamin, and he makes sure that we get in and out inconspicuously. 

We are in the suite within minutes. As soon as the door is closed and locked, the talking ends. Olivia grabs me and shoves me up against the door. I smile. She’s a take control, holds no prisoners, kind of gal. She likes it loud and rough, and I have no problem going along for the ride. Her lips meet mine in a hard crush. She moans. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her body flush against mine. I palm her luscious ass and rub my growing erection against her pelvis.

She grabs my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck. She nips, licks, and sucks at my neck. I hiss as jolts of pleasure race down to my groin. Olivia’s hands leave my hair so she can rip my shirt up over my head. Her hands snake down my chest and stomach as she devours my mouth again. My breath catches when her hand grips me through my pants. The roughness in which Chance grabbed me and kissed me flashes through my mind. For a second, I imagine that it is Chance’s mouth attacking mine, and his hand palming me through my pants. I gasp, pushing Olivia back as my eyes fly open. She gives me a questioning look.

I swallow hard and shake my head. “Bed, let’s move over to the bed,” I rasp.

She smiles seductively and backs up, hooking her fingers into the top of my pants, tugging me with her. She shoves me onto the bed then crawls on top of me. She pushes up onto her knees as she straddles my thighs and undoes my fly so she can pull off my pants and underwear. I watch her hungrily as she shoves my legs apart. My engorged cock is throbbing and in desperate need of relief. She settles on her knees between my legs, pushing her blonde hair to one side as she leans down and takes me into her hot little mouth. I moan as my eyes slide closed.

Again, my mind betrays me. I imagine that it’s Chance’s mouth wrapped around my cock. That it’s Chance’s hands massaging my thighs and balls. What the fuck is going on? My eyes flip open and I lift my head to stare down at the woman going to town between my legs. Her hair is brushed to one side so that I can see her face and watch my dick slide between her plump lips. Okay, no more closing my eyes. I need to watch Olivia so that I don’t think of Chance again.

I have to stop her when I get close because I want to be inside of her when I come. Olivia slips off the bed and slowly strips for me. She grabs a condom from her purse before rejoining me on the bed, but I snatch it from her and tear it open so I can roll it on. Olivia climbs on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. She guides me into her as she sinks down. I hiss out a breath, baring my teeth as she starts to move. Fuck! She’s so warm and tight. I grip her hips tight, slamming up into her as she comes down on me.

My eyes slip closed involuntarily. Goddammit! I picture that it’s Chance riding me, my cock shoving into his tight ass. I bite my bottom lip. Fuck me! I hear a female voice cry out and I know it’s Olivia, but I can’t force myself away from the image playing in my head. Chance’s hard body moving over mine - his face a mask of ecstasy, his skin glistening with sweat, making the hair at his temples damp. I shout as my orgasm shoots through me, rocking my whole body. I shove in deep, holding myself there as my cock pulses and empties into the condom.

“Shit,” I grunt and scrub my face with my hands. I hate him, simple as that.