Never Been Ready (Ready #2)(67)

"Twilight?" she guessed.

I choked out a laugh, "No. Hell no,"

"Weekend at Bernie's?"

With my shoulders still shaking, I shook my head.

"Austin Powers!" she nearly squealed.

"Not even close."

We got to the concession stand before she could guess again, and she ordered her Milk Duds. I got some popcorn and a Coke for Connor. We then took a right to the hallway that led to our movie. Giving our tickets over, we waited until the pimpled teenager ripped them in half and handed them back. His eyes widened a bit when he looked up at me, but I quickly turned away before he could say anything.

"Hey, I need to visit the ladies' room," Leah said.

"We'll wait for you," I said.

She disappeared into the restroom, and Connor and I wandered the hall, looking at movie posters. Connor froze in front of one, and it took me a split second to realize why.

"Is that you?" he asked.

Crap, I'd forgotten I had a movie out. How does one forget he has a movie in the theaters? Well, I had a lot of shit going on, and whether or not my movie was doing well had been the least of my worries over the last few weeks. I hadn't even taken my agent's last few calls. Moving across country and finding out I had a son kind of took precedence.

"Ah, yeah...that's me," I answered awkwardly.

"You're a movie star?"

"I don't really like to use those particular words, but I act, yes. Well, I did. I'm trying to direct now."

He looked at me then, and I didn't really know what else to say. Most kids didn't have fathers who were movie stars. Of course, most kids knew who their fathers were.

God, this situation was f**ked-up on so many levels. Would he treat me differently?

I hadn't told him what I did because I didn't want him to treat me weird or act strange around me. When I would finally tell him who I actually was, I just wanted to be his dad —not Declan James, actor. I didn't want to be anyone but someone who would love him.

"Do you know Iron Man?" he asked very matter-of-factly.

I grinned. "Yep, I've met him a few times. Pretty cool guy."

"Awesome."

And that was that. I was cool —but not as cool as Iron Man.

I could live with that.

Chapter Twenty-Three

~Leah~

"I'm seriously not going to tell you," Declan said as we lay in bed early the next morning.

Our movie adventure had been a success. The new Marvel movie was awesome. It wasn't as awesome as Iron Man according to Connor, but I was beginning to think not many things made it Iron Man cool for that particular seven-year-old.

"You know the longer you don't tell me, the worse it gets in my head," I said.

"Still not telling, so you might as well get your ass out of bed and make me breakfast."

I laughed as he pinned me beneath him. He was shirtless, and his muscles flexed as he held my arms above my head.

"How exactly am I supposed to do that when I'm like this?" I asked softly, slowly rolling my hips under his, reveling in the way my body affected him.

"I think I've changed my mind," he announced before claiming my lips in a searing kiss.

His tongue rolled with mine as our mouths fused together. His hand that had been pinning my hands slithered down my arm before cupping my breast through my tank top. My ni**les instantly pebbled at his touch.

I moaned, and then like a bucket of ice water, I remembered. "Declan, we aren't alone. Connor is across the hall! What if he wakes up?"

"Do you hear anything?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Babe, it's barely six in the morning. I realize kids are known for waking up early, but I don't hear anything yet, and I really, really need to f**k you."

The last part was whispered seductively in my ear, and that was all it took. I was a goner. I melted against him again and kissed him frantically, like we were on borrowed time.

"We need a bigger house," I said as I quickly shed my top and panties.

"With a room for Connor down the hall, not across," Declan agreed, pulling down his pajama bottoms in one swift motion. "Fuck, you're hot," he said before thrusting inside me.

Trying not to cry out, which was my usual method, I buried my head in his shoulder.

He chuckled. "Having a bit of a hard time keeping quiet, Leah?" he whispered in my ear, slowly sliding in and out like we had all the time in the world. "You are quite the screamer. Let's see what happens when I do this."

That was when the motherf*cker pulled all the way out, tilted my hips just at the right angle, and then slammed back in, causing my eyes to nearly roll back in my head. I bit down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming like a banshee.

"Shit," he hissed, turned on now more than ever.

He let go, pounding in and out of me as I orgasmed around him again and again. My body shook as he finally came, and then he collapsed on top of me in a mindless heap. He readjusted to lie by my side.

Still breathing heavily, he said, "Holy hell, that was hot. You've never bitten me before."

"You've never pissed me off before." I grinned. "Were you trying to make me scream and scar the kid for life?"

"Just wanted to see how far you'd go to keep quiet. Apparently, pretty damn far." He laughed.