His hands left her and she heard the sound of the condom wrapper, then she felt his cock between her legs, the tip easing in gently at first . . . then plunging deeper, harder. One hand held her lower abdomen close to his body, while the other flicked her clit and explored the folds of her pussy.
“Harder,” she said, and he pushed deeper inside her, a moan escaping him as she tightened around him.
He leaned forward, resting his weight against her as his hands traveled upward to cup her breasts. He grabbed her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard. She let out a gasp and he kissed her neck.
A second later he pulled out, then sitting on the bed next to her, he picked her up and sat her on his lap, her body facing him, as he lowered her down over his cock once more. She rode him up and down, faster, harder, until she was panting and desperate for release.
His hands tangled in her hair and pulled her head backward as he kissed the base of her neck, burrowing his head into her breasts, as he came undone. A final thrust and he lost control, his fingers digging deep into the flesh at her back as he held her firmly in place as he pulsated inside her.
Knowing he was coming was enough and she rocked her hips forward as her body rippled in pleasure, before falling limp against him.
He kissed her shoulder, and smoothed her hair away from her neck. “See, wasn’t that better than the party?”
She nodded, kissing him. “You can crash any party of mine anytime.”
Chapter 11
From his office the next morning, Tyson saw Dane waiting outside the front door. He waved and Tyson went to unlock it. “What happened to your key?” he asked, unlocking the outside of the door and flicking on the open sign in the window.
Dane looked frazzled as he said, “I forgot it.”
“Well, don’t lose it. They cost like fifty bucks to replace,” he said, heading back inside.
“I won’t,” he said, as he followed him to his office. “I need more fights, Tyson.”
How had he known that was coming? Dane hadn’t fought in months and while he paid him as an assistant coach at the gym, it wasn’t the payday he received from the fights. “Okay. I’ll talk to Erik—see if I can get you on a card early next year.”
“Nah, man, that’s months away. I haven’t fought in almost a year. My sponsors are threatening to walk if I don’t fight again soon.”
Tyson studied the middleweight fighter. The truth was, the guy wasn’t the most disciplined fighter he had at his camp, which meant convincing the MFL’s matchmaker to put him on a card was a challenge. When Dane wanted to train, wanted to win, he was one of the best at 185, but most of the time, he neglected the strict diet and training schedules needed to become a champion. Sometimes he won, sometimes he didn’t, and either way he was happy. The guy loved to fight—for him it wasn’t about being the best. Unfortunately, while that made him a fan favorite and a respectable opponent, it didn’t make securing fights an easy task. “I’ll see what I can do, okay?” he said, seeing Parker come in.
An image of her in the stunning red dress—or rather, the dress falling to the floor—the evening before flashed in his mind and he grinned briefly before a sudden uneasiness formed in the pit of his stomach. The night had been both incredible and eye-opening. They were from two completely different worlds. The movie executives and the other actors were all so different from the people he surrounded himself with. He didn’t fit into that world and he wondered if she was starting to realize that too.
“I’m sorry, Tyson, but if I can’t get a fight soon, I’m going to have to give up training for a while,” Dane was saying, cutting into his conflicting thoughts.
“It won’t come to that. Trust me, okay?” he said, standing and heading out of the office. He felt unsure and uneasy as he approached her, and he ordered himself to man up.
But the twisting in his gut continued as he drew nearer. Something was up with her as well. She looked nervous as she bit her lip and kept one eye on the front door. “What’s wrong?”
“Brantley is coming to watch my training today.”
He frowned. “Why?”
She shrugged. “He said he wants to check in on his ‘star’s’ progress,” she said tightly.
His star? The one he’d dropped the moment her third movie didn’t do so well at the box office? The feeling of jealous possessiveness that had plagued him since the night before was a foreign feeling to him. He’d never cared enough about a woman to feel anything close to the emotions tormenting him.
“Are you cool with that?” she asked when he was silent.
“I guess I have no choice,” he mumbled as the door opened and the executive came into the gym.
She looked apologetic as she sighed.
“I don’t see much training going on,” Brantley said with the arrogant air of a man on top of the world.
“I just got here,” Parker told Brantley. “Should we get started?” she asked Tyson.
Tyson cleared this throat. “Actually, I have to work with Dane for a while . . . why don’t you grab Billy.” He nodded toward the front door as the young fighter entered.
“What?” Billy asked, removing his headphones as the three of them turned to look at him.
“I need you to train with Parker for a bit today,” Tyson said, unable to look at the confused, disappointed expression on Parker’s face. It was time to start distancing himself. He’d let things get too far out of control with her. She would be gone soon . . . with Brantley. The night before had lifted the blinders and he’d seen clearly the differences in their worlds. Inside the gym, alone, together, it was easy to forget that she was a movie star. That she was a fantasy that men like him could only hope to hold in their arms. He’d been crazy to believe that things could work between them. And he’d been a fool to let his guard down.
Damn.
“Sure,” Billy said. “Want to start in the cage?” he asked Parker.
“Okay,” Parker said, walking away from him, Brantley in tow.
Tyson headed to the opposite end of the gym and motioned for Dane to join him on the heavy bags. “You want me to get you a fight? Let’s get to work,” he grumbled, grabbing a set of training gloves.
Dane stared across the gym toward Parker. “Why do I get the feeling I’m going to suffer for your fight with your chick?”
Against his better judgment, he stole a glance at her and his chest tightened as the painful truth rolled off his tongue. “She’s not my chick, man.”
* * *
“So, we’re planning to start filming in two weeks,” Brantley said when she took a break a few hours later. He tucked into his pocket the cell phone that had been glued to his ear all morning.
Parker swallowed a gulp of water. “What? I thought filming started in January after the holidays.” The original schedule had them filming from January fifteenth until April first.
“We decided to move things up a bit. We’d like a Labor Day weekend release, so to make sure that happens, we need to start filming before the holidays.”
“But I’m nowhere close to being ready yet.” Sure, she’d come a long way in six weeks, but there was still more to learn, more sculpting needed on her body . . . more time with Tyson. Her gaze fell across the gym where he trained with Dane. That’s if he wanted more time with her.
His attitude that day confused her. What the hell had happened?
A few days ago, things were going great between them. But last night had felt different. While he’d held her, kissed her, wanted her more than ever, if possible, she’d felt him drifting away. And she hadn’t known how to pull him back in.