Page 31 of Capturing the Captain

“Do you think she’d go out with me?” He won’t look me in the eye, which is not like him at all.

I release a heavy sigh, “Conor, she’s engaged. You know that.”

“I know, but like, is she “happily” engaged?” using finger quotes. He spares me a glance for just a moment, and I can see it in his eyes that he actually likes her.

“Of course, she’s happy, or so I think.”

“You think?”

“Look, I don't know, okay.” I sigh, running my hands through my hair. “If you’d have asked me that question last week, I would have said that she’s happy without a doubt. But she’s been acting a little off the last few days.”

We’re silent for a few moments while he thinks. I’m not sure what to say, so I say nothing at all, letting him be the one to break the silence.

“Do you like the fiancé?”

“We’ve been friends for years. He’s a really sweet guy. And he loves her.” Conor scrubs a hand down his face, looking like a lost puppy, and I feel for the guy.

“Guess I'll just have to take my chances with you, then. What do you say?” There he is, with that cheeky smile I'm so used to seeing, plastered on his face.

“No, Conor. I have a boyfriend.” I pause at my words, and he sees it.

“I don't believe you.”

“Well, I have something. A situationship?” He grins at me, a twinkle in his eye.

“Just go change, Conor. May as well start this shoot now since you’re already here.”

“You wanna come with me? I can put on a show for you, if you like?” I take back my earlier statement. I don’t feel for him anymore.

“Conor!” I whine, exasperated by this man. “Go change. Now.” I demand, lifting the camera stand at him as if I’m gonna hit him with it. He has the audacity to smirk at me.

“What? So you’re not tempted to-”

“I swear to fuck the only thing I’m tempted to do right now is hit you over the head.” I huff. He’s relentless.

He laughs quietly, holding his hands in the air. “Okay, okay. I’m going. Drop the weapon.”

“And, why the fuck does she need a weapon?” The voice comes out of nowhere, making me jump, my hand flying to my chest.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Cap. Olliepop just wanted to come watch me change. I told her no, and she got all huffy, and threatened to hit me over the head if I didn’t let her.”

My eyes are wide as I look between Josh and Conor. My face is heating, and I’m sure I look as red as a tomato right now. Josh, however, is fighting back a grin.

“I take it this is a daily occurrence for him, then?” I ask, looking at Josh but angling the camera stand at Conor.

“What? Women wanting to see me naked? Umm, yes.”

Whipping my head in Conor’s direction, with a murderous expression on my face, I practically growl at him. “Do you want me to fucking slap you?”

“Only on my bare ass.” He squeals, as I leap toward him. I’ve never heard such a feminine sound come from such a masculine guy before. He prances away towards the locker room. Yes, he literally prances. Just like fucking Bambi.

I close my eyes, shaking my head in utter disbelief, that that man can somehow make me so mad but also love him at the same time. I don't even realize that Josh has come close to me until he speaks. “Hey, baby.” He whispers, in case anyone is around to hear, lightly brushing my arm with his finger tips.

The second he speaks, I feel all giddy inside, like a school girl with her first crush. “Hi,” I beam up at him, “What are you doing here so early?”

“I just wanted to see my girl.” He leans in close and I wish I could kiss him. As if reading my thoughts, Josh speaks quietly in my ear. “I hate being around you and not being able to kiss you.” His breath tickles my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. I hum in response, a tingling sensation forming low in my stomach.

The thought of kissing him has all those thoughts of last night rushing to my mind, and I blush. I’ve never had sex like that before. With Ryan, it was good but it quickly became so boring after a while. It almost felt like a chore towards the end. No exploring new things; just blow jobs and missionary. He rarely put his hands on me or his fingers in me. I think he only put his mouth on me twice. His reasoning was that you only do it to make a girl wet, but I knew he was full of shit. I just didn’t have the energy to bring it up.