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About Lucky Star:
What happens when two best friends who are secretly in love with each other hookup after one too many shots of tequila? For Sarah Travers and Cameron Scott, their friendship is quickly overshadowed by the uncertainty that comes with crossing the line from friends to lovers. Their problems are compounded when Cameron is cast as the lead in a major Hollywood blockbuster and he must decide what’s more important: sticking by the woman he’s loved since the moment they met or the bright lights and temptation of superstardom. Sarah When I met Cameron we hit it off like macaroni and cheese. Now we’re practically inseparable but I’ve been hiding the fact that I’m in love with him. Truly, madly, deeply. He finally figured it out and everything changed between us forever. That’s not my biggest problem though. You see, Cameron just landed the role of a lifetime and, despite how he feels about me, I’m worried I’m about to play second fiddle to the bright lights and temptations of Hollywood. Cameron I think I’ve loved Sarah since the first moment I laid eyes on her. It goes without saying she’s funny, smart, and has curves for days, but it’s more than that. She’s my light in this cynical, messed up world called Hollywood. I’d do anything to be with her, but I keep screwing up what should be easy. Now the studio is pressuring me to date my new co-star as part of a PR campaign and all I can think is maybe Sarah and I weren’t meant to be.
Sarah shook her head back and forth, and choking on her laughter, begged me to spare her. Her words said she’d had enough, while the slick wetness of her excitement as she raised her hips to meet mine said otherwise.
“Tell me you want me deep inside of you,” I commanded, my cock’s head poised at her entrance, teasing her.
Her eyes twinkled up at me. “I dunno.” She bit her lip and played the coquette while I caressed her with my dick.
“Are you sure? Because I think you do.” I entered her, just enough to torment her and flexed my hips.
Her breathing intensified and her eyes went glassy.
“Tell me you want this cock in your dripping pussy. All you have to do is say the word and it’s yours.”
Her hips bucked and her nails dug into my back. “Please,” she begged.
“Say you want my cock Sarah.”
When she screamed out “Oh Christ, I want that perfect, delicious, fucking amazing cock deep in my pussy!” I plunged into her slippery heat and lost myself.
“Oh god Cameron. I’m going to come!”
Before her orgasm could hit, I pulled nearly all the way out and then in one fluid motion glided back in and upward, thrusting deep to hit her g-spot. All at once she broke apart and uncontrollable, shuddering contractions wracked her body.
“I want you to come with me when I come.” I buried my face in the crook of her neck and sucked, bit, and laved, my cock slinking in and out of her plush heat.
“I can’t take any more,” she whispered as I felt the evidence of her last orgasm coat me from root to tip.
“Yes you can.” I ground my pelvis against her sensitive clit. “Come with me Sarah.”
Dazed with an intoxicating combination of exhaustion and a pleasure I knew bordered on pain, her next orgasm hit, throwing her over the edge while she sobbed my name as her body trembled beneath me. “My body … my heart …” she choked out between ragged breaths, “It’s not my own anymore. You own me, completely.”
She was wrong. She owned me.
With a powerful, driving thrust my balls contracted and my vision blurred as I joined her with an explosion that tore me apart and then knitted me back together again. In a moment of blinding clarity, I knew I’d give up everything I had, everything to come, if it meant I could be with her always.
One heartbeat, ten, maybe a million beats later, she opened her eyes and her kiss-swollen lips tipped up in an exhausted smile and I saw my future in her eyes. In the span of an instant I witnessed us growing old side by side, her name the last word on my lips before I departed this earth, and I wanted that more than anything I’d ever wanted before in my life.
“Marry me Sarah,” I blurted out.
From the first moment I realized I was in love with Sarah Travers, my best friend and the best person I’d ever known, I’d imagined the moment I’d ask her to marry me. After picking up the ring from my parents, I’d planned all manner of proposals in my head but none of them had looked like this. Even though I couldn’t bring myself to regret how I’d done it, I hoped I hadn’t just made my biggest mistake yet.
About Rebecca Caudill: Rebecca has always loved writing stories. When she won a writing contest in third grade (a 1000-word epic tale about her teddy bear, Max), she announced she would someday become an author. When she wasn't writing her own stories, she was sneaking copies of her mom's paperback romances to read late into the night. (Which, thinking back, was probably not appropriate.) After graduating from the University of Pittsburgh in 2000 with a degree in Journalism, she embarked on a career in technology public relations in Silicon Valley, working for some of the country's hottest start-ups and publicly-traded companies. In 2014 she retired from corporate drudgery to write full time. Rebecca lives in Dublin, Ireland, with her husband. When not writing, she is exploring her new city and traveling across Europe searching for inspiration for her next story. (Hint: it involves travel and rugby.) Connect with Rebecca: Web | Blog | Goodreads | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest Check out Rebecca’s Playlist