Wardrobe Malfunction(33)

Vaughn West is using my toothbrush. He has my toothbrush in his mouth. And he’s had that mouth elsewhere, too. On some pretty awesome places, doing epic things with his tongue.

I know I sound like a teenage fangirl, but it’s hard not to have those what-the-fuck moments every now and then.

“Pins, you’re staring, and you have a weird look on your face.”

“What?” I come to, realizing that I’ve actually been staring at him in the mirror while he’s been brushing his teeth.

“Sorry,” I mutter.

He chuckles softly.

I grab one of my hair ties off the bathroom counter and tie my hair up into a messy bun. I peel off Vaughn’s sweater and hang it on the hook on the back of the door. Then, I grab my shower cap and put it on because it’s not hair-wash day today.

I test the shower with my hand to see if it’s ready.

Perfect temperature.

I climb in, getting under the spray.

“Um…what the fuck is that?”

“What?” I turn to him getting in behind me.

I move to the side to give him space under the water.

“This.” He tugs on my shower cap.

“It’s a shower cap,” I say slowly. “My hair doesn’t need washing, so I use this to keep it dry.”

And then I realize that I’m in the shower with Vaughn West, and I have a fucking shower cap on my head.

God, I’m so lame.

“Yeah, Pins, I got that it was a shower cap, but is it supposed to be”—he peers closer—“a crown?”

I die a little inside.

“Uh…yeah. It’s my Queen of the Shower cap,” I mutter quietly.

Why did I tell him that? God, I’m a fucking moron.

I blame Nick. He bought it for me.

“It’s, uh…pretty.”

He’s fighting laughter. I can see it in the tightness of his eyes and the pinch of his mouth.

Bastard.

He picks up my shower gel and flips up the cap. “So, can you get King of the Shower caps, too?”

“Ugh.” I roll my eyes and take the shower gel from him.

“What? I’m being serious. I was thinking we could get matching ones.”

“You’re such an asshole.” I shove him.

“Aw, Pins! I’m just playing.” He catches my chin with his hand. “You’re pretty…and sexy and hot. So hot.”

His eyes darken, and his breathing changes. So has my own.

“Even with the shower cap crown?”

He grazes his teeth over his lower lip. “Even with the shower cap crown. No one but you could pull it off.”

“Now, I know you’re taking the piss.” I pull my face from his hand.

“I’m serious. You look hot as fuck.” His hands grab my waist, and he yanks me closer, my stomach pressing to his hips.

Oh. He’s hard.

“Yeah”—his eyes glitter down at me—“this is all you. You could wear a trash bag, and I’d be hard for you. I’ve been hard since the day I met you.”

Oh, wow.

I turn him on even when I’m wearing a ridiculous shower cap. Go me!

“So, now that you’ve made me hard with your sexy shower cap crown, I think it’s only fair you service your King, Princess.”

“Queen. Get it right. And I don’t see you wearing a crown. Real royalty outranks Hollywood royalty. So, get down on your knees, King of Hollywood.” I smirk, totally teasing him.

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, his eyes flaring with something hot and dirty, making my thighs clench.

“As you wish, my Queen.” Then, he drops to his knees, lifts my leg, hooks it over his shoulder, and puts his mouth on me.

“God,” I moan, dropping the shower gel, my hands going straight to his head.

“King, baby, and don’t you forget it. And, if you’re a really good girl, after I make you come with my mouth, I’ll let you sit on my throne.” He flashes me a grin and then puts his mouth back on me.

Cocky bastard.

But he can be because he’s that good.

And the King of Hollywood spends the next thirty minutes making me come with his mouth and then fucking me from behind like I’m a whore, but the whole time, he still manages to make me feel like a queen.





Vaughn


I watch Charly as she brushes her hair in front of the mirror above the dresser. I love the colors in her hair. So different. So her.

She’s wearing this white sweater that stops halfway down her thighs. I think it’s supposed to be a dress. But the killer is the boots…black and over the knees…destined to be wrapped around my waist.

God, she’s so fucking sexy. I want her again already, and I only just had her.

She finishes up with brushing her hair and puts the brush in her bag. “Right. I’m ready.” She turns to me, swinging her bag over her shoulder, the ton of bangles on her wrist clanging together. “Do you want me to leave first? Or you?”

My brows draw together. “Um, neither. We’re going together. I texted Aiden. He’s on his way to pick us up and take us to the studio. Alex is bringing me some fresh clothes from the hotel, so I’ll get changed when we get there.”

“Um”—her eyes practically bug out of her head—“Aiden knows where you’ve been? And Alex, too?”