Suddenly Famous by Heather Leigh Page A

wall next to my hand, needing the extra support as my knees grow weak.
    I move faster, adding a toe-curling twist to each stroke over my swollen head. Electricity coils up in my spine, the pressure in my balls tightens until it’s almost uncomfortable but fucking amazing at the same time. In my mind, Leah’s hand drops between her legs so I can watch as she lightly flicks her clit. That’s it for me. Between ragged breaths, hot cum shoots onto the wall as a burst of light explodes behind my eyelids.
    I continue stroking until my dick is so sensitive it feels raw and my calves begin to cramp from tensing up.
    Shit.
    Turning around, I lean back against the tile, my chest heaving from the intensity of the orgasm. Damn, that’s what I get for teasing Leah about her clothing, or lack thereof. I quickly clean off and step out of the shower. There’s only fifteen minutes until they need me on set for blocking and a final run through of a fight scene.
    The girl isn’t even here and she’s making me late for work. I smile and let out a small laugh, shaking my head in disbelief. Who knew that a one hundred-pound pastry chef and explosive little firecracker could completely change my life in just a few short months?
    I just hope that nothing changes with Leah when we get back to New York. Everyday life as Ryker Bancroft has a way of making people run away.
    The shrill ring of my phone interrupts my life affirming moment. I snatch it up, annoyed at the intrusion.
    “Yeah!”
    “Ryker, you’re needed on set, like five minutes ago.”
    “Crap, sorry Britt. On my way.”
    “Where is your head, Ry?” my best friend asks, sounding puzzled.
    I laugh as I recall what just happened in the shower. “You really don’t want to know.”
     

 
Chapter 12
     
    “So Ryker, how did filming in London go?”
    Dr. Benton is sitting in her usual chair, her legs crossed at the ankle, notepad and pen at the ready.
    I shift in my seat, still self-conscious of her calm, steady gaze, even after months of visits. “It went great, mostly. Actually no, there were a few minor incidents, and a weird spying thing, which freaked me out. Honestly though? For the most part I had a lot of fun.”
    She smiles, “That’s good to hear. You only had to call me twice over two and a half months, so I consider that a step in the right direction. The intrusion of privacy was probably tough on you, but you seem well.”
    “Yeah, it feels like it’s getting easier. Sleeping, I mean. I haven’t taken the pills for a while and the nightmares are pretty rare. Dealing with the other shit, the intrusiveness, I guess I’m getting used to it. It’s easier to deal with now that I’m not alone.” I rub my neck and look out of the large window in Dr. Benton’s office. She has a view of the East River with the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges looming in the distance. “It’s just…” I stop, having trouble coming up with words to describe what I want to say.
    “What’s that, Ryker?”
    “I still feel guilty, I guess. About the girl, Brooke. The nightmares, whenever I sleep by myself… I want to stop feeling that way, but then it doesn’t seem fair. You know? To go on as if nothing happened when there’s a girl dead.” I suck in an uneven breath and squeeze my eyes shut.
    “I can’t tell you how to feel, Ryker. I can tell you that what happened is absolutely not your fault. But I think you know that already. You have to be able to let it go, which doesn’t mean marginalizing the girl’s pain or her unfortunate death. It means allowing yourself to have a life and be happy even though she chose to end hers.”
    “I know.” I look up and meet Dr. Benton’s kind eyes.
    “You said you’re doing okay with the lack of privacy by the press. How are you coping with being out in public?” She scribbles something on her pad and waits silently for me to answer.
    My pulse speeds up, causing sweat to start beading up between my shoulder blades. “It’s