“Because I work for him. Hunter’s brother is my boss. They look so much alike,” she shakes her head. “This has got to be the craziest December to ever December.”
Chapter 10
Holly
I stare at Bobby in his expensive suit. He’s standing in the middle of the castle ballroom, holding out a single red rose to me. “You’re my happy ending. I love you.”
Bobby swallows hard and says weakly, “I love you too.”
I wait for his next move. He’s supposed to sweep me into his arms, and we’re going to dance across the opulent room with the million-dollar chandeliers. Instead, he pats me awkwardly on the shoulder.
My heart falls. This is the sixth time he’s flubbed the scene, and I’m starting to get annoyed. I want to wrap up this movie and get to the cast party. It’s only a few more hours until my new life with my mountain man can begin.
“Cut,” the director shouts. She’s a middle-aged woman that treats everyone on set like we’re all rowdy teenagers she needs to yell at. She stalks across the floor to glare at both me and Bobby, as though it’s my fault he’s suddenly shy.
“Bobby, I got a plane ticket to Cancun and a man waiting, who believes I’m Julia Roberts’ long-lost twin sister. Spill it, kiddo.”
His gaze goes to the edge of the stage. “I can’t concentrate. He is in the room.”
She focuses her ire on me. “Tell Mr. Lumberjack to cool it, or I’m throwing him off set. He’s clearly making my lead nervous.”
I cross the stage to where Hunter is standing with Frosty in his arms. He looks so good in his flannel, glaring at Bobby like he’s just waiting for one wrong move so he can crash his knuckles into his nose.
Hunter’s jaw is so tight I’m afraid he’s going to crack a molar. “Do I need to talk to him?”
I know Bobby can hear us, but he is still avoiding Hunter’s gaze and pretending he can’t see him. Apparently, the two of them had a run-in earlier this week. Hunter said he calmly explained that Bobby was not to ever dream of proposing to me or he’d end up in traction.
I chuckle at my bossy, overprotective alpha boyfriend. “I need you to stop scaring him. He can barely say his lines. He’s so nervous. It would go a long way if you would not threaten him.”
Hunter growls, “If he kisses you?—”
I blow out my breath, half amused by this conversation. “We’ve already talked about this. We filmed the kissing scenes before I met you. There’s no more kissing, and this is my last movie.”
Frosty yips, and Hunter sets him down. The two of them have bonded over the past week, and Frosty already adores his new doggy brothers. The five of them will love living together, if I can ever get this scene finished.
I put a hand on Hunter’s arm. “I’m looking forward to moving in with you.”
“Yeah, you are,” he murmurs and grabs me. He pulls me close, kissing me so passionately that it should be obscene for the set of a holiday movie.
When he lifts his head, I’m certain my lips are swollen, and I can barely concentrate. “Forget the movie. Maybe we’ll just leave now.”
“No, you’re my girl. You’ve got this. Go wrap up, then we’re going to start the rest of our lives together.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
I giggle and go back to the set. The rest of the scene flows, and we manage to get it done in one take. I’m so relieved and giddy that I practically float back to my trailer.
I’ve barely stepped inside before he’s slamming the door and pushing me against it. I love how strong he is, how he can take control of my body anytime he wants. He nips at my earlobe. “Do you know how crazy you make me?”
“No,” I whisper the word as he yanks up the skirt of my costume and tucks the material into the waistband.
“I’m the only one who gets to see this pussy.” He drops to his knees and presses his lips to the seam of my red panties. “You know what it did to me? Watching you act on set today? You made me want to forget about the cast and crew and take you right there.”
I groan his name. I’d never want us to do anything public, but I love the idea that he needs me so much he’d want to take me on the spot.
He tugs my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to his view. I try to close my legs, but he puts a hand between my thighs, holding them open. He touches my folds. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He spreads my lips then he’s dragging his tongue across my center. He licks me like he’s savoring this moment, like it’s his personal mission to swallow every drop of my juices.
He sends me higher and higher until I’m writhing against the door and begging him to let me come. He finally sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and that’s when stars explode behind my eyelids. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me until I’m slumping against his body.
