Page 94 of Overexposed

“Oh my god, Gem,” Stella laughed when I returned. “You’re too much.”

“Or just enough,” I countered, getting cozy beside her and placing the ice packs on her backside. Seven had really left a mark—no doubt exactly as he intended.

She sighed as I settled in beside her to watch the movie she’d picked. It was one of Ollie’s newer ones, and he’d love to know she was watching it. After a while, her eyelids started drooping, so I dimmed the lights and lowered the TV volume so she could drift off if she wanted.

“See?” she murmured, sounding half-asleep. “This is why I love you, Gem. You’re so thoughtful.”

I froze. “Say that again?” But she was already asleep.

I’d heard her, though. Her soft voice echoed through my head over and over, getting louder and clearer in my brain.I love you, Gem.

She’d said it, and there were no take backs. Nope, not now that I’d heard it with my own ears.

Grinning like an idiot, I turned off the TV and rearranged us under the blankets so she snuggled into my arms, just how I liked. “I love you too, Slick,” I whispered, despite the fact she was fast asleep.

The next morning, she woke me up in my favorite way. With her lips wrapped around my cock and her hand cradling my balls like precious jewels.

“Do you have plans today?” I asked her sometime later, as she lay boneless and sweaty, draped over my chest. My dick wasstill parked firmly inside her and I’d happily just leave it there until it hardened again, if I hadn’t made other plans already.

“Mmm,” she replied, lazily tracing the ridges of my traps with her fingertip. “I did, but it’s not important. Why?”

“Remember how you offered to take me on a date?” I kissed her hair, teasing my fingers down her spine. She fit so well in my arms. “Before this arrangement with Seven, remember? You wanted to take me for a drive into the hills away from all the prying eyes?”

She lifted slightly off my chest to squint at me with those sooty lashes of hers framing her gorgeous green eyes. She took my breath away all the time. “I remember. You offered a hike and a picnic. I countered with a drive.”

I dropped a kiss on her nose. “Exactly. So do you want to? I’ll drive.”

Her smile was like a ray of goddamn sunlight. “I’d love to.” Then her pussy tensed around my cock and I started to get hard again. Her smile turned sly, so there was no point even trying to hide it. She just had that effect on me…

To save on time, we took our party into the shower, where Ollie found us, strolling into the bathroom right as I came all over Stella’s perfectly lush tits. He started to question the redness and distinct handprints on her backside, but she wasvery goodat distraction and he quickly forgot what he was asking as she deep-throated his monster cock.

“Holyfuck,” he moaned, gripping two fistfuls of Stella’s wet, black hair. “You’ve been working on that. Shit, Snow, you’re such a good girl taking my cock that deep.”

“Fuck,” I chuckled, grasping myself. “I can’t come again so fast. I need to rehydrate or something. Don’t take too long in here. Stella and I have a date.” Then I left them to it because I loved Ollie…and I loved Stella too. They made me happy.

Would Seven fit into this with us? It was already perfect, but maybe it could be better with him.

It was midmorning by the time Stella and I finally left the house, but that meant I had tons of time to pack a full picnic spread in the trunk of my car. Our plan was to drive up into the hills and walk to the waterfalls about half an hour from the parking lot. Then we could swim, picnic, fuck, whatever we wanted, and all without the constant scrutiny of media.

Except we barely made it ten minutes up the winding road of Angeles Crest highway when I realized we were being tailed.

“What is it?” Slick asked after I glanced in the mirror for the fifth time in a short span of time. “Is someone following us?”

I sighed. “Yeah. Probably, uh, paps.”

She scowled, shaking her head. “We don’t claim anyone who engages in risky business to get shots. Risking vehicle accidents just to get a photo? So not okay.”

Yeah. I agreed. And yet, the car behind us sped up to tailgate-level closeness and another glance showed they weren’t alone, another car seemed to be right behind them.

I needed to keep my focus on the road and driving safely, but every fiber of my being wanted to get Stella away from these leeches so even without meaning to, I sped up.

The road was winding up the side of the hill, and it was impossible to take the corners too wide or too fast, but the car following us seemed to have no regard for their safety as a man literally started to climb out the passenger window with his camera in hand. He stopped only when his entire upper body hung out in the wind, raising his camera to his face.

“Is he fucking serious?” Stella exclaimed, then stuck her hand out her own window to show the photographer her middle finger. As funny as it was, she’d probably just given him a major payday.

“How the hell did they know this was my car?” I asked aloud, shaking my head. I drove the most mundane, nondescript Honda Civic for several reasons, one of which being that it wasn’t acelebritycar and could go totally unnoticed.

Stella growled an angry sound, looking over her shoulder. “I’d bet my life savings it’s Dillon. You left your car outside my place the night it was ransacked. He probably took notice and sold the info.”

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