Page 9 of Princes of Hollywood

She doesn’t say anything as she dumps the cup into the toilet and flushes. Her hip brushes mine as she turns on the water and washes her hands.

“Do you want to wash your hands too?” That voice. Fuck me.

“Yeah.” Opening my eyes, I find her watching me in the mirror. Concern pulls at her pixie-like face. Her brown hair is pulled into a bun, revealing her long neck and smooth jawline. I flash her my signature smile and wash my hands.

Her brow furrows a little, but then she plasters on a fake smile too. It looks just as practiced. Ten years old and she couldn’t save her mother. My heart tightens for her. What ten-year-old could?

Fuck, the guys almost couldn’t reach me. But once I realized what I was doing, it all came crashing down around me and I willingly went into rehab.

“Come on.” I dry my hands and lead her back upstairs to the others.

The guys are on the couch. As soon as we come into view, the murmur of conversation dies. Mason’s hawk-like gaze scans both of us.

“Come here, poppet.” Roarke holds his hand out to her. She glances at me for confirmation.

Something settles inside me at that look. Maybe she trusts me. My chest warms. Even though she shouldn’t. Addiction is an evil mistress to live with. Staying clean will be a hard road with all the temptations lingering in my life. I give her an encouraging nod.

Roarke takes her hand and makes her sit next to him. Thigh to thigh. Greer couldn’t get more red. Even the tips of her ears glow with color. I shut down every image my mind tries to send me of how she’d look spread out beneath me, flushed and writhing with pleasure.

I try to focus on the conversation, only getting small bits and pieces as I try to figure out why Greer is the first woman to make me want to fuck her since my ex.

As she answers Mason’s questions, they filter into my brain. She’s twenty-one, high school diploma, some college. Her pussy was warm against my fingers, and the tang of her arousal filled the space between us, mixed with that vanilla scent intoxicating me.

She’s pretty, but I’ve been surrounded by the most beautiful women in the world and not responded like I do to her.

“What other obligations do you have?” Mason’s firm voice brings me back as I tuck away the unwanted attraction.

Her lips part slightly before she licks them.

“None. I’m down to part time at the diner, which I could quit. They’re overstaffed.” Her gaze flicks up to mine. “I don’t have anyone who needs my attention.”

“What about the fucking asshole?” Roarke says.

She winces and I perk up. Maybe she’s unavailable. That would make this attraction easy to ignore. She blows out a breath.

“We moved in too soon. He’s a cheating bastard, but I don’t really have anywhere else to go.” She shrugs and gives all of us a smile. “I’m like a cat, though. I always land on my feet.”

I’m sure she does, but fuck if I’m going to let her go and wind up another statistic of this town. She doesn’t have anywhere else to go. What does the guy want her to do to stay? My insides knot up.

“Wyatt, why don’t you show Greer around the house?” I give her my interview smile. I want to see where Mason’s head is on this. Pretty sure Roarke is already signing up to be her number one fuck buddy, which is why I didn’t ask him to show her the place.

Wyatt rubs his hands on his sweats and stands. “This way, we’ll start downstairs.”

Greer’s eyes flick to mine before she follows Wyatt. Checking in with me again. My chest swells, as does my cock.

Fuck, why this woman? It’s going to drive me mental. But I can’t kick her out with nowhere to go.

“I like her.” Roarke flashes his movie star smile.

“You like anything female.” Mason shakes his head and meets my gaze. We’ve both seen Roarke “in love,” and then a week later, he’s in love with someone new. Love is a throwaway term to him. I’m surprised he said he likes her, though. That’s high praise from the guy.

Roarke chuckles darkly. “Can you blame me? That voice alone will haunt my dreams tonight. Such a compact little piece of ass.”

“She’s not a piece of ass if she works here.” Mason glares at Roarke before his eyes narrow on me. “What do you think?”

I think my cock will be hard all the time with her around, but I can get over that. That soft look she gave me in the bathroom makes me warm in a different way, though. One I’m not entirely comfortable with. I clear my throat.

“She knows addicts. She’s in a pinch, and so are we.” I lean back on the counter. We don’t have much time to get someone new. The last guy tried to sell me drugs. He promised me he’d cover for me if I got him a role in the movie.

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