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.
★✽★Syd &
Drew go jogging★✽★
Sydney
is going to think I’ve lost my mind. She saw me in my dress-down, fan repelling
clothes at the café and in my sparring shorts the first day we met. But the
last two times I’ve seen her were in private, so I was able to dress like a
normal person.
I texted her yesterday from The Hub before the game
started to see if she wanted to get together today. She offered for me to join
her on her run. That means going out in public, which in turn, means an ugly
disguise. Since I can’t wear my wig in front of her, I grab my oldest, baggiest
gym clothes and throw them on, praying that no one will recognize me. The doorman, Richard I think, apparently knew I was coming
over because he opened the door as I approached and told me to head straight to
the elevator bank. I’m once again thankful that her lobby staff are so
discreet. I knock on 8A and when Sydney opens
the door and takes a look at me, her reaction is purely comical. Her hand flies
up to her mouth and she lets out a little bark of laughter. Her blue eyes are
shining with amusement. “Interesting choice of
clothing,” she says, struggling not to laugh in my face. Sydney looks delectable in her tight black Lycra pants and
thermal running jacket, I’m unable to stop staring at her ass as she turns to
let me inside. I look like a complete bum and
she called me on it, so I feel like I have to defend myself a little, even
though she’s completely right. “What? I think I look like a guy who wants to
work out.” She eyes my tattered B.C.
sweatshirt and Patriots skullcap and smiles, bumping me gently with her hip.
“You look like you crawled out of a sewer and stole from the lost and found at
a college student center.” God she’s adorable.
I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and drag her over to me, rubbing my two
day old stubble all over her face and neck. “You love it!” I say as she squeals
and struggles to free herself from my torture. She’s
laughing uncontrollably now. “Stop! It tickles! Stop it!” I laugh with her and
reluctantly let her go. Her body in her super
tight clothing is dangerous, not only can I not keep my hands off of her, but I
start to get aroused, which makes me flirtatious. “Well, we can’t all be as
sexy as you when we exercise.” Her gaze
darkens at my words and her voice gets husky, letting me know that my charms
have worked on her. “Trust me, you are sexy. It’s just hidden under all of that
hideous clothing.” She smiles, continuing, “You know this is New York don’t
you? Some might take offense at all of that Boston paraphernalia.” Once again, she says something completely unexpected and I
love it. “Am I wearing my human-repelling costume again, Miss Allen?” “Why I believe you are, Mr. Forrester. But once again, it’s
not going to keep me away. Now, let’s hit the pavement.” Sydney leads me on what she says is her normal jogging
route. She says she normally does anywhere from six to eight miles each time
she runs. She’s in phenomenal shape. I admit that I wasn’t sure if she would
actually run that far in this cold weather but she does. We go all the way from the West Village to Battery Park and
back up. It’s easier than sparring with Bobby or Damien, but it’s infinitely
more difficult because I have Sydney’s Lycra-clad ass inches from me and I
can’t do anything about it. More than once I think about yanking off her bright
pink ear warmer, tying her hands together with it, and fucking her until she
passes out. Not my finest moment, but I am glad I wore baggy sweats. We walk the final half mile back to her building and enter
her loft covered in sweat. The two of us stagger to the kitchen and Sydney
hands me a cold bottle of water from her fridge, watching while I immediately
down the entire liter. She’s drinking hers when I turn to her and say one word,
“Shower?” Maybe she was thinking about sex the entire run too, because she doesn’t
hesitate to hold out her hand and lead me to her room. Sydney goes straight into the bathroom and starts the
shower while I peel off my damp clothes and leave them in a heap on the floor.
When I step into the en suite, she’s already in the huge enclosure, her toned
body partially obscured by the layer of steam that’s formed on the glass. I
stand there gaping for a minute, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so aroused in
my life. “Mind if I join you?” I open the door
and press against her, kissing her inviting mouth. She eagerly lets me in,
wrapping her arms around my neck and rubbing against me, quickly driving me to
the edge of my self-control. I place my hands
on her waist and yank her hips into me, fitting my cock so it slides between
her legs, but not inside her. Sydney lets me push her back until she’s flat
against the tile wall, the hot water raining down on us as we devour each
other, nipping and tasting each other’s mouths while our tongues twist together
in ecstasy. The entire time I keep sliding my wet cock back and forth against
her slit, devouring every moan that she makes as the friction increases her
pleasure. Needing more contact, I reach down
and grab behind each knee, pulling her legs up and holding her against the wall
by cupping her tight ass. I continue grinding my dick between us, up and down
her folds as she whimpers into my mouth. Before I can protest, her hand snakes
down and guides me inside her. I gasp at the feel of her bare skin clenching
around my cock. It’s too much to take. “Sydney,
I can’t last like this. Are you on birth control?” I ask, barely able to sound
out the words as the thrilling surge of pleasure nearly blinds me. “No, just pull out. I need you Drew,” she moans and bucks
against me again, nearly incapacitating my ability to think. Fuck, she’s
going to kill me. What if I can’t pull out in time? The only thing that
stops me is my overwhelming respect for Sydney. My head drops over her shoulder
and I press my forehead into the wall so I can regain control of myself.
“Sydney, I can’t do that to you.” I slide out of her
and reach over to turn off the water. “Keep your legs around me.” I carry her
out of the shower and put her on the counter next to the sink. “Wait here,” I
demand, staring at her until I’m sure she won’t move. Sydney watches me with
heavy lidded eyes as I hurry and pull a condom out of my discarded pants and
rush back into the bathroom as I’m rolling it on. “Hurry Drew,” Sydney begs as she digs her nails into my ass
and pulls me back between her legs only happy once I sink back inside her tight
heat. She’s immediately groaning and writhing
and it quickly spirals into something too intense for me to handle. The
sensation of our wet skin slapping together as I fuck her, sends sparks flying
across my field of vision. Any remaining shred of rational thought that I had
left, leaves my body and once again my dick is now in complete control. I grip
her hips hard enough to leave bruises thrust violently into her, pinning her
against the counter. Once I pick up the pace,
Syd starts convulsing and screaming, pulling my hair fiercely as she comes
apart. Shit, she must have wanted this as badly as I did because she is fucking
gorgeous as she comes. Trying to hold her slippery body in place on top of the
counter takes a lot of effort but it’s worth it. I continue diving in and out
of her tight pussy, the unbelievable rightness of it overwhelming me. Hot and
wet and gripping, I can detect every movement she makes. “Hold on to me Sydney!” I yell as I keep driving in and
out, slamming in deeper each time. She tightens her arms around my neck and
moans into my mouth when I lift her up and fuck her hard until I come
forcefully into her, sparks of pleasure shoot down my spine and through my
balls until I’m completely empty. Spent and panting, I lay my forehead on her
shoulder, still holding her up against the sink. Sydney loosens her tight grip on my neck and slowly lowers her feet to
the floor. Still recovering, all I can do is stand there, leaning against her
as I breath heavily into her wet, disheveled hair. She runs her mouth gently up
and down my neck and shoulder until I finally have the energy to look up.
Overcome with emotion, I kiss her gently and pull her close, wrapping my arms
around her back. “How about we shower again,
using soap this time?” she asks, then she laughs and squirms out of my arms so
she can turn the water back on. Fuck, I’m
totally in love with her.
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★✽★About the
Author★✽★
I grew up in New England and
currently live outside Atlanta, GA with my husband, two kids, a French Bulldog
and a pug. 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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