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  “You are my patient.”

  “Are you a doctor?” I was seriously curious.

  He laughed and winked one gorgeous eye. “Good one.”

  I didn’t get why it was at all funny. “Well, maybe I’d stay if you told me your name,” I tried, stirring some sugar into my tea.

  “Ty. Ty Lovering.” He quirked a sexy eyebrow. “I’m not a doctor. I just play one on TV.”

  At his words—his name, everything clicked. The room spun as I recalled where I’d seen his eyes and heard his voice before. His face hiding under this new beard and long hair being so familiar made sense. I knew Ty Lovering—everyone did. Well, everyone did a few years ago when he played on the hit medical drama, Golden Hour.

  Raising both his eyebrows, he politely waited for my shock to fade.

  My mind raced to fill in the gaps. I knew Ty Lovering’s career skyrocketed right before he fell off the face of the earth. My hand slapped over my mouth as I grasped I hadn’t heard a thing about him since his co-star girlfriend, Vanessa left him at the alter last year, and the show was canceled.

  “At least I know you’re not a reporter now.” He took my surprise lightly.

  “What are you doing here, hiding?”

  “In plain sight.”

  “Because of Juniper?”

  “It is my home town. How I got my start, you know.”

  “Oh.” I hadn’t known that. “But what about the accent?” I’d already known real life Ty sounded a bit British or Australian at times, without the lingo, but in Golden Hour, he’d pulled off an all American accent.

  “I picked this one up at Juilliard.” He’d dragged out the school’s name, sounding more British by the second.

  “You went to school in New York? I’ve lived there.”

  “I kid. I was born in this shithole, Juniper. My mum, from across the pond came here for some god awful reason and met the sperm donor that ran off before I was born. I spent my formative years back over in Manchester with my Uncle Vernon but came back here for high school, just to get the shit kicked out of me for sounding different. I kept to myself, read a lot, chopped lots of wood to get in shape and at seventeen was discovered. Starred in the Indie flick, Pineapple Trees. You?”

  Suddenly, I felt like I was speed dating. “I wasn’t in New York long.”

  “So, where do you live now?”

  “L.A.”

  “So, you’re living in L.A. but came to this shithole to audition.”

  I shrugged my good shoulder. “Stage fright. Plus, I’m not the type.”

  “I get it. And originally?”

  “Oh, I’m from a small town, too. Nowhereville, Kansas.”

  “Like Dorothy?”

  “Yes, Kansas.”

  “I thought I detected a hint of mid-westerner.”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve lived there.”

  “You can’t be a day over twenty-five.”

  “I’m twenty-seven, actually. And you are…” I did the math in my head. “The same age as me.”

  “There’s not much people don’t know about me.”

  “I don’t know too much, really.”

  “What do you know?” He was full of curiosity.

  “I didn’t know you were from Juniper. I only know your age because all the speculation around whether an eighteen-year-old could pull off playing a doctor or not.”

  “You remember that? I think I managed. At first they wanted me to play a Doogie Howser type role, but I fought against it. Seven years on a hit show before you’re 25 seems great until you realize you’ll be typecast for the rest of your career.”

  I decided to take the last bite of my food, determined to finish my breakfast and get the hell out of here.

  “Another reason to stay the day. You’re a long way from home.” His bare foot brushed mine under the table as he spoke, “So, Kat. Are you staying?”

  I opened my mouth to graciously repeat that I had to go, but shut it before I uttered the rejection. What do you say when a man who’s been voted sexiest man alive asks you if you’re staying at his secluded cabin? Especially, when his tongue has been in your vag already? Poor guy—left at the alter and hiding from the press. Hiding from everyone. You could barely recognize the guy who’d played a clean cut, strikingly handsome, ridiculously cut, doctor. Now a long haired, bearded, puppy-eyed, sexy recluse sat before me. And who knew when the last time he had any company was—when the last time he had been with a woman was.

  He picked up an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table and took a bite. I watched his mouth on the fruit, his teeth sinking in hungrily like he hadn’t eaten an apple in such a long time, and I wanted to be that apple. With his mouth still full, juice running down his chin, he was confident. “You’ll stay tonight.”

  Trying to shake off my fervent desire for this man, I stared in disbelief at his assumption or demand. I couldn’t tell which it was.

  Ty continued after he swallowed, confusing me even more, “We’ve barely gotten to know each other.”

  Did he want to get to know me?

  “Besides, it’s going to storm again soon. These back roads aren’t paved.”

  “I don’t know if I should,” I started, but he hadn’t been paying attention.

  “Also, you owe me after last night.”

  “Owe you?”

  “I was a complete gentleman even though you were begging for it.”

  I blushed, becoming red hot at his words for multiple reasons, the first obvious. “A gentleman? I could say you took advantage. What was in that tea, anyway?”

  “I wouldn’t call giving you relief from pain and great head, taking advantage.”

  “Okay, I’m leaving.”

  “I’m only joking, Kat. About the head. Stay, I haven’t seen your act yet.”

  “You really want to see my act?”

  “You’ve missed the window at Freddie’s. Why not?”

  “You’re serious?”

  “Yes. It’s what I do for a living, Kat, perform and help others perform.”

  Ty, famous actor or not was just one person, albeit probably a very good judge of acting, probably. Furthermore, the whole purpose of coming to Juniper was to be seen by someone who might look past the fact I didn’t look like the women in Hollywood. There were no other women here to compete with. “Okay, I’ll do it. Just let me get cleaned up a bit first.”

  “You can start by taking off those hideous clothes.”

  I almost told him to fuck off, but stage fright was what put me into this situation to begin with. “What would you suggest I wear?”

  “My robe is hanging in the bathroom.”

  * * *

  Before I made it out of the room, he recommended I take off the bandage to shower, saying he’d dress my wound again afterwards. My shoulder didn’t look too bad, but I’d have a scar. After a quick shower in which I’d belted out an old show tune, I blow dried my hair and put on Ty Lovering’s blue silk robe. It looked great with my long, ginger hair. I didn’t have any makeup or anything else but borrowed his deodorant, mouthwash and chapstick.

  The sunlight had given way to clouds, darkening the living room. It would be another stormy day, just like Ty had said. Lounging on his leather couch in front of another fire, he silently waited for me to begin. I stood in front of him, fidgeting. Running over my options, I didn’t know how bad I wanted to embarrass myself.

  “Nervous?”

  Hugging my waist, I was honest. “Extremely.”

  “Raise your arms and take a deep breath,” he suggested. “You can never overcome stage fright, you must adapt to it.”

  I laughed out loud. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  “Here.” Ty stood and tore down his pants. He hadn’t been wearing any freaking underwear either because there was his dick, out swinging in the breeze. At least with the mountain man look he sported now, he’d kept up the manscaping below and his cock wasn’t hidden by a bush or something. He stood there in front
of me in all his naked glory, motioning with his hands and announced, “Your audience is stripped naked.”

  Confronted with what I hadn’t seen of him last night, I chewed my bottom lip, trying to keep my eyes forward as he took his seat and spread himself out. Him being fucking completely naked and delicious in front of me didn’t help my nerves at all. If anything, I was more anxious. Not only was I nude all but a piece of blue silk, Ty fucking Lovering’s dick was watching me with its one little eye.

  Thoroughly distracted now, I reached deep inside me and found Kitty, who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her. Who the fuck was Ty anyway? Yesterday’s news. A celebrity in hiding. A one-night stand.

  I settled on performing one of my biggest man hating rants, one I knew by heart. When I’d finished my monologue, I collapsed on the couch beside him, keeping my eyes off his cock.

  He made no comment. And, actually, his face looked a bit stunned.

  Kat was back, bringing all her self-loathing crap with her. “It sucked, right?”

  “Bad break up?”

  “I know, I know, it’s too cliché?”

  “Do you want to know what I honestly think?”

  “I know what my ex would say—I’m not hot enough to be the lead and not fat enough to be the funny friend.”

  “Who’s this ex?”

  “This movie producer guy, Mike Hardy Shaw.” I rolled my eyes. “You wouldn’t know him.” He was small potatoes with a stupid name.

  “Is that why you want to break into acting all the sudden?”

  “All the sudden? I’ve wanted to my whole life, but I’ve not had the balls.”

  “Speaking of balls,” he began.

  I automatically peered down. Fuck. Ty was both a show-er and a grower.

  “Do you think a girl that’s not hot enough to play lead could do this to a man.” He was obviously talking about his humongous erection as he grabbed the base.

  My eyes fluttered up to his face. He smirked, his expression dripping sex. What the fuck was I going to say? I wasn’t exactly repelled by his forwardness. For fuck's sake, his cock looked magnificent. “I’m flattered, I guess.”

  “Flattered?” His eyes were locked on mine, his expression all serious. “How about you take care of this for me.”

  “How would I do that?” Now I was being coy.

  “You wouldn’t know would you, Kat? On the outside you appear to be this—good girl, this Dorothy from Kansas—all virginistic and sweet, but I can see the skank in you just dying for my cock up your ass.”

  I opened my mouth—about to tell him to fuck off but ended up biting my lip. Stunned speechless, I probably looked like a deer in headlights.

  “You think you should slap me or some other dramatic bullshit, but it’s true, isn’t it?” I tried to talk, but my mouth watered thinking of wrapping my lips around him and milking him dry—and what could come afterwards.

  “Suck my cock, Kat.” His green eyes demanded it.

  Gasping, I played offended, but was really considering this. Just go for it, Milly’s words rang in my head. I flashed him a smile before I bent down. My lips grazed his head ever so slightly before I slowly licked my lips right over him. I went for it, encasing him in my mouth, coating his dick with my saliva. His smooth skin, stretched tight, tasted salty as I took in as much of it as I could fit. His hand twisted in my hair, gripping it in a ponytail and guiding me to bob. I sucked and massaged his huge cock with my tongue, pulling out all my tricks, like it was the audition of a lifetime.

  “Fuck, Kat,” he moaned.

  I thought he was going to come, so I started pulling away just as he yanked my head back. Sticky warmth jutted across my face—my mouth. Luckily, I’d closed my eyes in time. I sputtered, spitting the cum away. What the actual fuck? No one had ever come in my eyes before.

  Ty wiped at my face. And actually said, “That’s a good girl.”

  “What the fucking hell, you ass?” I stood up as fast as I could with the hurt shoulder.

  “What, you’ve never gotten jizzed in the face before?” He shouted after me like it was a normal part of a romantic ritual.

  “No,” I shrieked as I ran upstairs to go wash my face.

  Ty joined me in the bathroom, his massively sexy masculine form appearing behind me in the mirror. He was still naked, his expression still full of lust. I was huffing and puffing as I wiped at my face. His hands went to my shoulders as he began towing off my robe. I protested, shrugging him off.

  “I’ve got to bandage you back up, remember.” Ty’s beautifully intense eyes appeared innocent in the mirror.

  I let him wrench one side of the robe past my shoulder, but told him, “That’s all you’ll be doing.”

  He forcefully grabbed my waist, making me jump. Looking me in the eyes through the mirror, he spoke, “Really, Kat? You mean to tell me you don’t want me to take you in my bedroom and fuck all this anxiety out of you? Because I don’t buy it.”

  I blew out a breath. Him fucking my brains out sounded so good right now, but I needed to be sensible. “I don’t know what I want.”

  “When I found you in the woods, wet and bleeding, I didn’t know what I wanted either. All I knew was you needed me. You needed me to stop the bleeding and patch you up. You need me now to make you forget about that prick who smashed your heart to pieces.” He leaned down and seductively kissed my hurt shoulder.

  My God, he was laying it on thick. I almost rolled my eyes. “Great performance. You must really want to fuck me.”

  “Katrina Holloway, your performance was brilliant, so full of raw emotion and passion. Do you not think me moved by such a speech?”

  Now I rolled my eyes. “Your dick moved.”

  He scoffed, his bearded face looming over my shoulder. “Yes, and what better way to a man’s heart but through his cock.”

  “I don’t want anyone’s heart.” I watched my own reflection, not his, my face stone cold. “You should have learned that from my speech, too.”

  His voice sounded soft at my ear. “I don’t do love anymore, either, Kat. I’m over that bullshit. But I noticed you didn’t say you don’t want my cock. Come to my bed. I’ll be waiting for you.” Ty’s grip loosened, and he left the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

  He’d left the ball in my corner. Part of me wanted to take what little I had of my self-respect and leave, but another part of me, that skank—as he’d called her, wanted to go experience this man, whatever he was offering. She ached to do it. Her pussy dripped just thinking of it.

  I thought of how safe I’d played it in life up to this point, going to the right college and holding out with the right men and where it had gotten me. Nowhere. I could have stayed in Kansas. The one time I’d followed my heart and did something stupid—my ex Mike—I’d gotten it broke beyond repair. Even Milly had been taken from me, although I still had to keep up the front. I was alone—so alone that I’d been shot at and holed up in a strange cabin in the middle of the woods for days and no one had been the wiser.

  If I’d sworn off love, like I’d declared in my monologue moments ago, what did a sexy romp in the hay matter? Who was I holding out for? For certain, the old Kat would leave, regardless of my reasoning, but what would Kitty do? Kitty, the skank. I sputtered a laugh.

  I finished cleaning the cum off my face and went to find Ty. Being only lit by candles, his bedroom was even darker with the storm beating heavily on the windows than the living room had been. I was thankful, afraid the bees buzzing in my stomach would show on my face. Giving a blow job was one thing, one trivial thing I’ve done with a stranger before. Having this man inside me was another more serious move that I’d never taken casually when I was sure Ty had time and again, being a hunk actor and all. Just as I was thinking that he better have condoms out here in his forest hideaway, the sexy beast was behind me.

  He drew his robe from my shoulders and dramatically let it sink to the floor. Cool air hit my body, making me mindful of my complete nakedness.
We hadn’t bandaged my shoulder that his thumb grazed now. Ty laid another gentle kiss on the top of it while he moved my long hair to the side. Wrapping his arms around my middle he hauled me to him so I could feel his cock, hard against my bare backside. He kissed up the side of my neck as his hands traveled up, getting right to business.

  “I didn’t get my hands on these babies last night,” he whispered in my ear as he cupped my breasts. He twerked my hardened nipples between his fingers, and my clit was instantly jealous and hopeful as I remembered how he’d made me come last night, on the very bed before us. As he skillfully played with my breasts with one hand, his other hand surprised me. It’d snuck down to invade my moistening folds already. Before I knew it, Ty had me turned around, backing me up to his bed.

  Things were progressing faster than I’d anticipated. As my ass hit the softness below and his superb body loomed over me with the head of his cock knocking on my entrance, my nerves hit as well. I put my hands on his chest in protest. “Wait.”

  “I can’t wait. I’m fucking you now, Kat.” He’d said it with so much ardor I didn’t want to argue.

  But I did ask. “You have protection, right?”

  “Yes. If you want it. I’ve not been with a woman for a while, and I’ve been tested.”

  “Aren’t you worried about me?”

  “No.”

  “Well, I’m on the pill anyway.”

  Just like the fact had given him permission, he broke into me, unsheathed.

  Oh.

  My.

  God.

  What a difference it made. I almost came from the heat alone as he forcefully worked his way in, bit by bit until he buried his cock in me. Then he buried it repeatedly, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist so he could go even deeper.

  Ty wasn’t just doing me; he was undoing me. I was becoming undone. I hadn’t understood the term until just now, as I found myself squeaking with every penetration. His hand intimately clasped mine, holding my good arm above my head as he hit the right spot inside of me. I moaned as he smiled triumphantly above me, like he knew what he was doing to me.