He kissed me again and walked me back out to his partners before walking out the door.
* * *
With Butchy leadingour little team, and Brock and Dallas following, we piled into two SUVs and headed to the lot. Filming of one of the more raunchy sex scenes was happening today, so it would be a closed set. Not even Butchy would be allowed inside and I wasn’t sure how the FBI agents would deal with that.
Only I would be on set with the director, actors, and camera man, and Billy had been bitching all morning about how unfair it was that he, as Melody’s hair and makeup, couldn’t be there as well.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen your tits before,” he whined. “Multiple times.”
“Yeah,” Melody agreed.
“It’s not just about you, though,” I reminded her. “Deacon has to feel comfortable as well.”
“Why would he care if Billy’s there?” Melody asked.
“I don’t think it’s any of our business why. He has a right to not have everyone see his junk wrapped up in a little bag,” I said.
Butchy snorted from the driver’s seat, but didn’t comment.
“Sorry, it’s not really alittlebag. I don’t want to make it seem like he’s lacking,” I clarified and Billy let out a girly swoon noise.
“Girl, are you seriously telling me that right now? I want in on that set.”
“No one’s getting on the set, honey,” I pressed. “I’d be fine not being there as well, but they made a concession for Melody.”
“I’ll go instead of you,” Billy offered.
“Maybe if you could be trusted not to jack off in the corner...” Butchy mused.
“Fuck you,” Billy ground out, but there wasn’t any heat behind it.
I shrugged. “It is what it is, Billy. Sorry.”
We arrived at the set, thankfully cutting off more of Billy’s whining, and Melody and I waited in the back seat until Dallas and Brock opened our doors.
Butchy was not happy these two men had usurped his duty, which I’d heard all about for the three minutes he and I had been left alone in the SUV before leaving the hotel.
I did my best to assure him that this had nothing to do with him not doing his job. We adored Butchy and had no intention of replacing him. The agents needed to find the stalker and that meant Butchy could do what we needed him to do...guard us. He’d seemed placated for the moment, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last.
He pressed his lips together and climbed out of the front seat, Billy following, and stood off to the side observing everything as Dallas and Brock flanked me and Melody. We headed inside and our day started with Billy raiding the crafts services table.
He was apparently over being left off the set.
Once they’d loaded their plates, Melody and Billy took off for wardrobe and I grabbed a muffin and coffee before the craziness started.
* * *
“Shit!” Deacon hissed, and I looked up from my iPad, immediately wishing I hadn’t.
“You okay?” Melody asked, leaning up on her elbows, and grinning at him with a knowing smile.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Deacon had a rather impressive erection and Melody was apparently enjoying his discomfort.
She, of course, was completely naked and had no issues showing off her body. She had a beautiful body, slim through the waist, nice full B-cupped breasts, and a perfect shaped butt. In contrast, Lyric was smaller in the chest and hip area, whereas I’d gotten what they didn’t, in spades. I was a DD on a good day and my butt would never require surgical endowment. I also had a fluctuating waistline, depending on how much ice cream I devoured.
I bit my lip. Thinking about ice cream brought Jaxon to mind and I shivered in anticipation of tonight. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’d make me feel just like I did yesterday, and the day before, and—
“Harmony!” my sister snapped.
