Yeah, right!
***
The director yells, “Cut,” after the fifth filming of the same damn scene, and I groan slightly, rubbing my face with my hand. My stomach is twisted, maybe permanently, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get the image of Danger grinding into Ria out of my mind.
I thought the first time watching it was bad.
By the third, I was ready to puke.
Now, at the end of the fifth take, I think I’m close to stabbing Danger.
Not really, but I have to admit, the urge to punch him is definitely there.
Ria jumps off Danger, and I rest my head in my hands while Lunar rubs my back.
“Okay, we’ll move on to the next scene now if everyone’s ready?” the director calls out.
I groan. “Oh God, there’s more?” I ask, looking at Lunar.
She chews on her bottom lip like she’s hiding something.
“What?” I ask as she looks down on the stage.
“Wardrobe,” someone calls out, and a woman walks up to Ria in bed. I furrow my brows, wondering what she could possibly change into. She’s only wearing a bra and panties, for fuck’s sake. That’s when I notice the assistant taking off her bra, freeing her gorgeous breasts. My heart leaps into my throat as I stand abruptly, pushing my chair back. My chest is heaving as Danger looks anywhere but at Ria. She turns slightly toward me while Mindy applies more makeup, and I see some tape over her nipples, but her breasts are out completely on show for everyone in here to see. Shaking my head slightly, I try to will myself to calm the fuck down, but I’m not sure how successful I am going to be.
Why the fuck do I keep thinking of fucking Whisper right now?
“Hey, remember, Nate, it’s nothing we haven’t already seen in her movies,” Lunar reminds me.
Somehow, that helps as she loops her arm around mine and pulls me back down to the seat.
“Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to do this?” I murmur, honestly thinking I’d be better off not watching, but I know I need to show my support for Ria.
“It’ll get easier each time,” Lunar says, but I’m not sure how much conviction I hear in her voice.
Nodding, I think about all the Hollywood heartthrobs she’s done this with andwilldo this with in the future.
Ria slides back into the bed, and Danger is sitting in the middle of it, looking like a lost puppy. Ria climbs up and sits on top of him in a very intimate pose, like they’re sitting on the bed fucking. My eyebrows raise, and even Lunar looks affected by the position they’re in.
“Jesus Christ, this isn’t going to be… is it?” I ask, and Lunar frowns with a nod. “Fucking hell.”
“Action,” the director calls out.
Danger and Ria start moving together as if they are indeed sitting together in the middle of the bed, fucking. All air leaves my chest as I gasp, watching her face contort the way it does when she’s with me. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear Danger’s cock was thrusting inside her.
Shit!
Fuck!
I’m losing it.
Definitely fucking losing it.
His hands run up her naked back as they move in perfect sync. Their lips never touch, but their hands are all over each other. An insatiable heat engulfs every inch of me, flaming me red-hot. My stomach twists with every movement. Honestly, I can’t take watching it anymore as she throws her head back as if engulfed in absolute pleasure.
Bile scorches my throat, but even though this is agony to watch, three words repeat in my mind.
Cool, calm, collected.
