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

second of it.”

    I watched Hunter exit out the door, allowing myself to come to terms with the fact that perhaps this guy might actually like me.

Later that night, Astrid’s head lay on my lap as we sat on our sofa watching a marathon of some reality show she likes. I’d brought her home some takeaway to eat but she wasn’t having any of it.  

    “It hurts,” she groaned.  

    “I told you to stay away from the hard stuff, didn’t I? You know you don’t come down off it well.” I stroked her hair.

    “Yeah, whatever. I can’t believe you missed out on hanging out with Rafe, Riles. I felt bad cos I don’t even give a shit about the guy. All I could think was why won’t you answer your goddamn phone.”

    “Did he do drugs with you?” I said.

    “Oh, don’t clutch your pearls too hard honey. No, I met him at that other bar we went to. That mansion was just me and that…dude, whoever his name was. I did something for you though that means Rafe will definitely be coming back to see us.”

    “Oh, yeah?”

    “I told him he gets unlimited free drinks if he comes in next week.” I slapped her forehead and she moaned. “Ouch, what? It means he’ll come back.”

    “You can’t do that. Mike will freak if he catches you.”

    “Worth it if it means getting lover boy drunk enough so he goes home with you instead of Red Head.” She laughed at my facial expression. “Plus he knows you like him,” she taunted.

    “You think the only way he’ll like me is for him to get drunk?” I push her up off my lap and sidle into the armrest of the sofa. Of course she thinks that’s the only way I’ll get him? How else is a curvy girl like me meant to score any guy above a seven on the hotness scale.

    “Hey, Riles. What the fuck? You know that’s not what I mean?” The look on her face let’s me know I’ve misjudged her but she continues anyway. “Now, I may have told him you have a crush on him…in front of Red Head too, it was pretty intense and he did smile a little bit.”

    “You bitch. Why would you do that?” I slapped my hands to my face to cool an oncoming blush of horror. “Oh my God, I’m beyond mortified.”

    “Shut up. It’s cute and he’ll be back, trust me. There was nil chemistry between those two. She was as exciting as talking to a wet fart and they definitely aren’t a couple.”

    “Okay, well whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower. Try eat something.” She shook her head at me. “Yes, do it.”

The sweat and smell of the past two nights drained off my skin while I soaked and philosophized beneath the warm stream of the shower. My mind reflected on Hunter. Why did he come back to the bar for a stupid tiny earring? After the other night, I thought he’d never want to see me again out of the sheer shame of being rejected. But, my God!  

    His lips…

    His touch…

    His leg between me as we danced…

    Sucking my nipples…

    That rough hand tugging my head back, keeping him in full control of what he wanted to do to me…

    I never thought I liked aggression but the fact my hand was now rubbing gently on my clit meant that maybe I did.

    I laid down in the bath and brought the shower head down with me, thinking about the warmth of Hunter’s hands on me, feeling me up. His bites and suckles to my neck….

    I lowered the angle of the water to stimulate me deeper. It vibrated across my stimulated pussy and I arched my back while my blood levels rose. If I could have just released his dick from his pants, he could have been in me.

    I tweaked on my nipple and pulsated my hips up and down. A small whimper escaped me and I tried to keep quiet. I thought of him asking if I was a bad girl. I thought I despised dirty talk but then when he told me I was a bad girl, my mind lost it. I danced the shower head up and down rapidly to stimulate every part of my throbbing organ, even letting it blast around my asshole occasionally. Blood was rushing down and my face felt warm. I gyrated,