“Ria, we’re ready for you now,” Mindy says as she rushes in, then straight back out like a mad thing.
I chuckle.
“Okay, thanks.” She looks up at me. “We didn’t go through the script.”
“I know,” I reply with pursed lips.
She stands up, facing me. “It’s you… only ever you.”
Mindy comes rushing back. “Ria!Now!”
Ria nods, taking my hand as we head toward the set. I lean in to kiss her, and as her lips meet mine, something feels different—there’s a need, an ache like something between us has shifted. I pull back, studying her as she gives me a faint smile before being hurried off to the set.
Exhaling, I make my way to the viewing area, where Lunar is already sitting, her glare intense enough to cut through steel. I slide in beside her, bracing myself for whatever’s coming next.
Lunar slumps back beside me. “Didn’t think we’d be back here again.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
“You prepared this time?” she asks.
I can’t help but laugh.
She looks at me and rolls her eyes. “How come you’re not prepared again, doofus?”
“Her parents got in the way this time.”
“Okay, well, it’s pretty much the same shit, just with fucking lip action this time.”
“Lip action?”
“Neck kissing and nipping, fucking, etcetera.”
“Oh, right, okay, I can handle that.”
“Yeah, I think it’ll be okay. We have each other to keep us in line anyway.”
I smirk. “True story. No bourbon and tequila parties this time.”
“Yeah, none of that.”
I turn in time to see Ria pulling off her robe and stripping down to her panties. The tape is on her nipples, and I close my eyes and slowly open them again, seeing her so exposed.
I fucking hate it.
I hate it even more that my cock is waking up, seeing more of her than I have for two damn months.
Danger walks in, wearing slacks and no shirt, and he gets into the bed. Memories of the first time this happened come flooding back, and the emotions from then filter in too. Knowing Danger and Ria are even closer now than last time is weighing down on me as she climbs into bed and gets into position on his lap. My jaw clenches while waiting for ‘action’ to be called. Once they’re in position, my heart rate spikes as his hands run up her naked back.
“Action.”
The music starts, and their bodies mold together, working in unison like they’re fucking. I swallow hard as his fingers dig into her back, her fingers pulling at his hair while they grind into each other. His mouth connects with her collarbone, kissing her skin, and I tense up completely, my knuckles turning white asshe looks like she’s gasping for air. His tongue darts out, licking up her neck as he moves to her ear and bites on her lobe.
My chest is heaving while I watch him do what I’ve been aching to do for two months. Goddammit! I could burst.
Her head lolls back as she fake moans, and I wince as the director yells, “Cut.” I let out a heavy breath I didn’t know I was holding as they stop rocking back and forth, and she laughs, slapping Danger’s chest playfully.
I’d like to punch his face, butnotso playfully.
