Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [44]
Yes, he was way hotter off screen than on. In the past she’d seen him from afar several times with Venus, and she vaguely remembered watching him laughing and joking with Lucky and Lennie at the opening of The Keys. He’d never taken any notice of her before, but this time was different; this time they were two people with an awesome electric current buzzing between them.
She wondered if he could feel it too.
Suddenly she wanted nothing more than to touch him, feel his skin against hers, experience everything he had to offer.
Oh God! Could this be it? Had she finally met The One?
Billy Melina.
Soon to be ex of her mom’s best friend.
Red-hot movie star.
What better way to lose her virginity?
* * *
Sometimes Frankie got into fights; he had his enemies. A club promoter he’d butted heads with in the past was coming onto Willow and her naked nymphs in the pool, calling them names and generally being obnoxious.
Sitting in a lounge chair with a giggly and very stoned Cookie, Frankie felt perfectly content until Cookie hissed in his ear, ‘Do something!’
So he did, and almost got cold-cocked for his trouble.
‘Goddamnit!’ he exclaimed, nursing his jaw, wondering when he had become the protector of dykes? ‘That prick could’ve knocked my fuckin’ teeth out.’
‘Well, he didn’t,’ said an unconcerned Cookie, as ‘that prick’ was escorted off the premises by two macho gay guys who worshipped Willow Price and would do anything for her.
‘Where were they when I needed them?’ Frankie grumbled.
‘Never mind,’ Cookie cooed, getting up and leading him into the house. ‘Let’s go do some more blow, you know that’ll make you feel way better.’
It was almost 4 a.m. and the party was starting to wind down. There were only a few stragglers left in the living room. Harry was around, helping the deejay pack up.
Cookie had no clue where Max was, and she didn’t care. It was time for Frankie to give it up, and not only the cocaine.
Cookie was one very happy camper.
* * *
‘Maybe we should get back up to the house?’ Billy suggested after a while.
‘Sure,’ Max said, totally aware that something powerful was going on between them, an unstoppable attraction.
‘Or . . .’ He moved toward her, placing his hands on her shoulders. ‘We could stay here.’
Yes, he senses it too! Oh crap!
She leaned a touch closer to him. ‘Maybe we should stay here,’ she managed.
‘Maybe you’re right,’ he countered.
Then before she could think of anything else to say, his lips descended on hers, insistent and strong.
She kissed him back, shudders of excitement racing through her body, an excitement so intense that she couldn’t wait to rip her clothes off, or have him do it for her.
After a few moments he began unknotting her shirt, pulling it off her, then touching her breasts with his fingertips, pushing them together before bending his head to suck ever so slowly on each nipple.
‘Billy,’ she murmured, rubbing her hand between his legs, stroking him the way Ace liked her to do – although he wasn’t Ace – with whom she’d only gone so far. He was Billy Melina, movie star, friend of her parents, soon to be ex-husband of Venus.
She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything except having him close to her.
Hurriedly he ripped off his T-shirt and threw it down on the sand, then somehow he manoeuvred her on top of it and he lay on top of her, and within minutes they were both naked and enthralled with each other.
Billy was vaguely aware that he shouldn’t be making this move with Lucky’s daughter. If Venus ever found out she’d go nuts. But jeez, he hadn’t felt this way since the first time he’d had sex with his high-school girlfriend. There was