Title: Already Famous (Famous, #4)
Author: Heather Leigh
Release Date: October 26, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Synopsis
Drew Forrester is a regular guy from Boston, MA with an unusual job. His work keeps him from getting close to anyone, unwilling to give his trust, especially after a terrible betrayal when he left home at nineteen to pursue his dream.He throws himself into his work and his favorite way of releasing his frustrations, Brazilian Ju Jitsu and Mixed Martial Arts. He resorts to short term hook-ups, figuring he'll be alone forever.
When a gorgeous redhead literally falls into his life, he decides that it's fate and pursues her relentlessly. But this girl is seriously damaged, and keeps secrets that he doesn't understand and can't get her to reveal. Her lack of trust and seeming paranoia about letting anyone get close to her leads Drew to keep some secrets of his own.
This is a companion novel to Relatively Famous, told from Drew's point of view.
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SHOWER
I look out of the back wall of the villa, the glass doors are pushed open allowing the deck and the surrounding trees become part of the house. Sydney is sitting by the pool, cradling her morning coffee like it’s a cup of liquid gold. I’ve noticed that about her, she can’t really function without her morning fix. It’s adorable.
Yep, fucking pussy-whipped, just like Damien said.
I put my lucky Red Sox hat on and head out across the deck to see her. She hates my hat, I’m not an idiot, but if we’re going out today I have to have it on to keep people from recognizing me and ruining everything. Fuck if I know what she’d do if she found out about my job. I don’t want to go there yet, not until I know how she feels about me.
Shit, thinking about feelings and crap. I’m such a fucking girl.
I take the seat next to her. “So, snorkeling, hiking, jet skiing, sailing, what would you like to do today, Sydney?”
She turns her head lazily in my direction, a dreamy look on her face as she puts her hand up to block the bright morning sun. “Those all sound wonderful. Anything would be great.”
Chad said his crew is discreet and that his new sailboat is amazing, I guess it’s time to test it out. “Well, how about we take out a sailboat, and if we want to, we can snorkel, otherwise we’ll just relax onboard and enjoy the day?”
And hopefully everyone on the boat keeps their mouths shut and treats me like a normal guy.
I see her eyes flick up to my hat and her nose wrinkles a little at the sight of it but she doesn’t say anything. Knowing that she finds it repulsive and is too polite to tell me makes me smile.
She starts to get up from her lounge chair. “Sounds great, I’ll just go shower off so we can go.”
Fuck, Sydney naked in the shower? Absolutely, but first I have to make sure the crew understands the rules.
Sydney walks past me and I grab her arm gently to stop her. “I just have to make a few calls to arrange the boat and I’ll join you in a minute, don’t finish too quickly.” The intonation in my words is clear, and she doesn’t miss it.
I watch her eyes widen a fraction before her lids drop and she smiles seductively. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you wash my back.” She turns and disappears into the house, leaving me with a throbbing dick in my shorts.
Shit, I need to hurry.
Once I hear the water start in the outdoor shower, I pull out my phone and call Philippe. He answers on the first ring.
“Mr. Forrester, what can I do for you?”
“Philippe, we need the sailboat ready in an hour, is that possible?”
“Of course, I’ll call the captain right away.”
“Philippe, you need to make sure they understand very clearly, that they do not do or say anything to indicate that they know who I am.”
“Certainly Mr. Forrester.” His tone is joking, as if my request couldn’t possibly be serious.
Fuck, this guy isn’t getting it. Now I’m getting pissed. This weird, hyperactive, too-tan guy will not fuck up my shit with Sydney.
“I mean it, not a word Philippe,” I snap rudely.
“They are very discreet, I promise.” He’s being more respectful now that he knows I’m dead serious.
“Yeah? They bettah be. I’ll have anyone who fucks up fired. I don’t want Sydney to see anything that insinuates that I’m anything othah than a regulah guy.” I rant at him, knowing I’m being a dick but not giving a shit about his feelings.
“Are you serious? She doesn’t know who you are?”
“Oh, I’m very serious. She bettah not heah or see a thing? Got it?” I bark at Chad’s caretaker.
“Yes sir, one hour correct?” Philippe seems to finally understand me on this matter.
“Yes, an hour.”
“Yes sir. I’ll be up to get you in 45 minutes.”
“Okay.” I hang up and toss the phone on the outdoor table, dragging my hands down my face. This had better not be a bad idea, it seems as if disaster could sprout up from where I least expect it.
Done with that, I head into the master suite and quickly strip. Worries about the boat and crew are suddenly gone, replaced with visions of a naked Sydney rubbing soap all over her delectable body.
“Everything okay with the boat?” she asks as I step into the shower with her.
I freeze under the spray, forgetting how loud I can get when I’m pissed. I’m left to wonder how much of the phone call she overheard. She probably wouldn’t tell me even if she heard everything, she’s so fucking secretive.
If she’s going to pretend she didn’t hear everything then I’m going to act like she didn’t hear everything. I slip my arms around her waist and press my hard, willing, cock against her wet body.
“Everything’s great babe. Philippe will be here in less than an hour.”
She looks at me and the corner of her mouth curls up. I see a wicked glint in her eyes. “Well then, let’s hurry, shall we?” she says as she begins to stroke my aching shaft with her soapy hands.
Jesus. I throw my head back as she skillfully rubs my cock, a slow burn beginning to ignite in my groin. When she reaches down and lightly tugs on my balls I just about lose it right there and then.
My head snaps up and I grab her wrists, pinning them to the wall behind her. She gasps at my sudden movements and I dive in to taste her parted lips. I can feel her trying to wriggle out of my grasp but I hold on tight, plunging my tongue into her mouth roughly, taking not asking.
Deftly, I switch my hold so I have both of her wrists trapped in one of my hands leaving one free to run up her wet slit.
“Fuck, you’re always so ready for me babe,” I groan into her mouth, devouring her in another brutal kiss.
I reach under and lift her ass with one arm, still holding her wrists with the other. Somehow knowing what I want without needing words, Sydney wraps her legs around my waist so I can plunge deep into her willing heat.
Finally, I let go of her hands and she immediately snakes them around my neck and threads them into my hair. When she gives my scalp a sharp yank and her nails claw at my shoulder, it stokes the fire into a passionate explosion of intense need.
“Fuck,” I moan as I grip her ass and pound into her over and over as she shrieks in ecstasy.
It only takes a few minutes for her to spiral into a searing climax, pulsating around my cock until I come to my senses and quickly pull out, my come jetting between us, coating our bellies before it’s washed away by the shower.
Breathless, I pant out an apology to Sydney. I was so caught up I nearly forgot that we weren’t using protection.
“What are you sorry for?” she asks as I lower her legs and she regains her footing on the wet, pebbled floor.
“I didn’t think it through. There are no condoms in the shower.” I give her a quick kiss before reaching past her to turn off the water.
“Oh.”
That’s all she says, ‘oh’. What the fuck does that mean? Doesn’t she know I’d rather cut off my own arm than hurt her? I almost come inside her in the fucking shower!
Sydney wraps herself up in a towel and heads back inside the house, brushing by me without making eye contact.
Knowing her dislike for deep conversations, I figure now isn’t the time to tell her about how my girl can expect to be treated. It’d probably make her run like hell in the opposite direction. But bareback fucking with no birth control and without her permission? Never gonna happen no matter how fucking incredible it feels.
I pull on my shorts and T-shirt while she gets ready in the bathroom and sit on the bed to think about her. She likes being bossed around in bed. I found that out last night. Would she be frightened by my protective nature? My sister Allie says I’m a control-freak or, when she’s pissed at me, an overbearing asshole.
I can’t help it. If someone threatens one of my family or friends, it’s like a haze of red-hot rage surges through every molecule in my body, shutting down the logical side of my brain. After Matt died, then my girl was pretty much raped at a party when I wasn’t watching, I felt a lot of guilt. I know I couldn’t do anything about Matt, but my girl? That shit was my fault, I should have looked out for her, protected her from it.
Years later, my mom had to quit her job because of the psychotic women that kept breaking into her school to meet me. When I found out, I destroyed an entire kitchen’s worth of glassware and spent three days straight in the gym pounding the crap out of anyone who would spar with me.
It pisses me off so badly when I can’t protect my loved ones from shit. Especially shit caused by my job. Fucking fame, if people only knew what misery it can bring.
“Ready to go?”
Sydney’s sweet voice pulls me from my dark thoughts and back to the present. I drop my scowl and force my Andrew Forrester smile onto my face, pulling her close. “I just have to get my hat.”
She giggles, and my fake smile becomes real. I’ve forgotten everything I was thinking about and there’s only her.
Relatively Famous (Famous, #1)
Absolutely Famous (Famous, #2)
Extremely Famous (Famous, #3)
Already Famous (Famous #4)
About the Author
I'm a full-time procrastinator and a part-time everything else.
I love the Red Sox, chocolate, and traveling.
When I'm not writing, I'm dealing drugs legally as a pharmacist.
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