by Krista Wolf
Epilogue
LAUREN
“Ha ha! You look like a pirate!”
Mason smirked beneath his freshly-waxed mustache, and shrugged off the latest in a series of insults. All around us, people milled about the movie set in seemingly random directions. But if you looked carefully, everyone and everything had its purpose.
“Seriously,” Brody went on. “Shouldn’t you be tying some helpless damsel to the railroad tracks? And do you stroke your beard to a point whenever you get an evil idea?”
“Fuck off,” said Mason, suppressing a laugh. “I don’t come to your job and slap the broom out of your hand.”
“We have people who sweep the floor now,” Corey said proudly. “We’re past that.”
I stepped in and straightened Mason’s collar. Wardrobe had already scolded me twice for messing with him — something about shot continuity — but the OCD part of me just couldn’t help myself.
“You should never be past sweeping the floor,” Mason said. “Just ask Mr. Miyagi.”
“That’s sanding the floor, you dunderhead,” needled Brody. “You live in Hollywood, for Chrissakes! Don’t you even watch any of these movies?”
“Nah,” Mason winked. “I just make em.”
He ducked away, but not before kissing me. His beard tickled. I wasn’t used to it yet. He’d been growing it since a few weeks before principal photography, and the ridicule started shortly afterward.
“I can’t believe it,” Brody said, when he was out of earshot. “Our friend’s gonna be a big-time movie star.”
“You’re damn right,” said Corey, folding his arms over his chest. “Mostly thanks to you.”
I knew what he meant. That the contacts I’d help Mason with were finally paying off. He had an agent that was actually working hard for him now. A publicist — namely, me — hellbent on keeping on top of things for him. But when it came to this…
“This was all him though,” I replied. “The Covenant was his gig all along. The rest of the stuff I’ll take a little credit for,” I smiled, “but the studio picked up this show because he was good in it.”
We all settled back to watch, none of us having been on a set before. There were a few minutes still, before the cameras started rolling. It gave me time to think.
A year and a half…
More like sixteen months, but close enough. I still couldn’t believe it. Still couldn’t fathom that I’d actually made the move; I’d left New York, a place I always thought I loved, a place I never thought I’d leave in a million years…
… only to call Las Vegas — of all places — my home.
It still didn’t make sense, only it did. And the whole thing had worked out ten times better than I’d ever hoped it could.
“Do you have any M&M’s left?” Corey asked Brody.
“Yes.”
“Gimmie some.”
“No fuckin’ way man, go back to the vending machine.”
In a minute they might start wrestling, like two little brothers. Two very big little brothers.
“I’m not going all the way back there now!” Corey cried. “The movie’s about to start!”
“It’s a scene dude, not a movie.”
“Whatever.”
In the past sixteen months my whole life had changed. Everything I’d known previously was gone; my job, my apartment… even my friends and parents were more than two-thousand miles away. I had a new place, a new city, and a kickass new business that was growing faster than I could keep up with.
Oh yeah, and a new relationship. Technically three new relationships, but who was counting?
I still visited home, of course. That part was actually fun. The City somehow seemed a lot more magical as a visitor, than as someone who lived and worked there. I could enjoy it now, free of responsibilities. See it through the wide-eyed view of a happy tourist, but with all the inside knowledge of a seasoned local.
All things considered, the only thing I really missed about New York was Bella. She took my moving away the hardest, which was ironic because she also understood it the best. She of all people couldn’t blame me for where I’d gone, or what I’d done. And as long as I regaled her with immersive — and yes, explicit — stories… well, she somehow managed to get on.
Bella visited too, and those were the most fun times of all. Now that I was out of the closet, so to speak, on the unorthodox nature of my four-way relationship? We were free to have all kinds of fun. Fun that included her staying over with us, taking her out, even setting her up with a few of Brody and Corey’s friends.
We took our seats, which were closer than I’d imagined we would be. The scope of the set design was really incredible. So much bigger than I ever imagined.
“Does he have a lot of lines?” asked Corey.
“Well he’s the lead,” answered Brody. “So… yeah.”
The lights blinked, several times in rapid succession. Dozens of voices went quiet at once.
“Uh oh,” said Corey. “Power’s going out.”
“No it’s not,” I hissed. “That just means quiet on set.”
“Oh. That’s kinda cool.”
“So… maybe be quiet on set?” said Brody.
“Gotcha.”
My mind drifted to Hollywood, where I’d been spending more and more time. Not just with Mason, but with a long list of new clients I’d picked up ‘in the business.’ It turned out making contacts went both ways. My handsome actor boyfriend had set me up with a list of friends — some of them halfway to being quite famous — in need of promotion and publicity. In fact, we’d spent the last two days — all four of us — looking at commercial real estate… to start my new field office.
“Where are we going after this?” whispered Corey. “I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry,” hissed Brody.
“So?”
“So nothing. We’re here for Mason.”
I laughed inwardly at Corey’s glum expression. He caught my gaze beyond Brody’s back, and I rolled my eyes playfully at him.
Wanna get out of here? He mouthed silently.
In a little while, I mouthed back. Maybe on break.
It would be a long day, sitting in these chairs. After an hour or so, I would certainly need to stretch my legs. Knowing Corey, we’d probably get in trouble. End up exploring too far into the studio lot, and get tossed out by security.
That said, it would give us the perfect excuse to go for tacos.
“Give him some M&M’s,” I told Brody. “Please.”
My blonde boyfriend made a face. I batted my eyelashes at him.
“I’ll make it worth your while…”
He tilted his head. Raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” I murmured quietly.
A moment later Brody was pouring half his remaining candy into Corey’s eager palm. He looked up at me gratefully. I winked at him.
“Annnnd… ACTION!”
The scene played out. The actors acted. The world kept spinning and the sun kept shining and everything was perfect in my world. All the planets hung quietly in my universe, finally in proper alignment.
The sun even shines on a dog’s ass some days.
Maybe. Or maybe you just had to get your ass out in the sun to enjoy it. Either way, it required you put in the work. You take the chances. You go out on a limb.
Or in my case, three limbs.
“Ready?” Corey whispered, after forty-five minutes. God, he was even more impatient than me!
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, let’s go.”
We got up and excused ourselves, moving quietly past a long line of people. We moved through the back of the studio. Out toward a roll-up aluminum door, which was three-feet open.
“What’s on the other side of this?” I asked.
“No clue.”
I laughed. “Good enough.”
My life in New York was nice. Nice but safe. Safe and… predictable.
But life here? Well, every day was a
n adventure.
Corey ducked halfway beneath the awning. I saw the golden light hit his shoulders, so pure and bright it was almost white. He reached back for me. Extended his hand.
Smiling, I took it… and followed him into the sun.
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Chapter One
MARCUS
The room was shrouded in darkness — much thicker than the dimly lit hall. It was nothing for me to slip inside. To engage the heavy door’s deadbolt with an audible ‘click’, divorcing me from the party outside.
It was the only sound I’d made all night. The only noise I would make… at least, until it was all over.
And it was so close to being over.
“It’s about time.”
My heart was already pounding, but now it skipped a beat. The voice was soft and feminine. Seductive.
You’re late, then.
I spent two seconds convincing myself it was fine. I could adapt. Improvise a new plan. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last.
Silently I padded into the bedchamber, giving myself just enough time for my eyes to adjust. That’s when I saw her, standing at the foot of the bed. She was bent at the waist, with her hands on the mattress. Her skin-tight dress pulled up, just over the curve of her lush, rounded ass.
“Are you going to stand there in the hallway?” the voice asked impatiently. “Or get down to business?”
She was wearing spiked heels. They made her legs look fantastic. Legs that were wrapped in a pair of sleek black stockings, that ended mid-thigh…
I swallowed hard, taking a quick scan of the rest of the room.
“It’s just us,” she said, her long blonde hair fanned out in perfect symmetry across her back. “Exactly like you wanted.”
She bent over some more, locking her legs, thrusting her ass high in the air. I was utterly stunned. My next breath just vanished.
“I—”
“No talking!” she hissed, although it came out more frantic than angry. I watched as she rolled her hips sensually, wriggling them my way. “Also like you wanted.”
I could feel my pulse quicken, everything in my body tensing up. My heart was thundering out of my chest now. I took another few steps toward the breathtaking blonde who prostrated herself before me. A arm shot backward, grabbing my wrist…
Before I knew it, she’d placed both my hands on her ass.
“There…” she cooed, trapping my palms against her warm skin. After a few seconds, my hands began roaming her exposed flesh, guided by hers. They still moved, even after she took her own away. “That’s it.”
God, her ass was amazing. Soft yet supple. Warm and plump and—
“For a minute I thought you were going to run, like a pussy.”
Her eyes were hidden behind a shimmering curtain of straight blonde hair. Even so, I could sense her watching me as I felt her up. Watching me and weighing me. And something else, too…
Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Take me.”
The command was firm, yet it also dripped with disdain. One by one, she placed her knees on the bed. Her dress rode higher. I could barely make out the thin strip of her thong, parting the perfect cheeks of that perfect ass.
“I said…”
She shifted backward, grinding up and down on me. Stirring something inside me that hadn’t been awake in a while. I could smell her more clearly now, too. The soft, light scent of vanilla… and her own excitement.
I closed my eyes, inhaling slowly, deeply. I was absolutely intoxicated by her. I just wanted to stand there, drinking her in. Basking in her gorgeousness, as the knot in my pants tightened…
In the process, I forgot all about my hands. I let them drop.
“Bah!” she spat, whipping to look over her shoulder. “Just as I thought: a pussy. All talk, and no—”
My hands shot to her ankles as she tried to crawl away. I yanked her back from the other side of the bed, as easily as if she weighed nothing.
“Oh!’”
I worked my buckle, my belt, my zipper — my hands moving with a mind all their own. My boxers went down as well. It all happened so fast.
Seconds later we were skin to skin. I was pressing hard against her silken channel. Sliding my thick, heavy erection between those warm, shapely thighs.
“This,” I growled, leaning low over her back. I nudged the bulbous head against her thong-covered mound. “You wanted this?”
I saw her respiration change, her breathing go shallow. Something inside her had broken.
“Yes.”
The shift was almost immediate. Her legs began quivering. She arched her back.
“Tell me again.”
“YES.”
My fingers slid downward, applying rough pressure as I cupped her sex. She was spectacularly wet. Soaked through, to be more accurate.
With a flick of my thumb I pried her panties aside, exposing her. Laying her bare.
She gasped at the feel of my thick, swollen crown. I stopped for a moment, keeping it poised tantalizingly at her warm, glistening entrance.
“The headboard…” she somehow managed to squeak. For some reason she inched forward again on the linens. Her fingers curled into talons, trying to claw her way across the shimmering ocean of satin. “Do me up against—”
The fingers of my right hand sifted their way into her hair. I rolled the knuckles and pulled hard, arching her back with a moan.
“Now who’s running away?”
I felt her relent, her body relax and surrender. With a groan of submission, she turned and buried her cheek against the comforter. Face down, ass up, she looked like the statue of some perverted, porcelain goddess.
“Do it then,” she moaned, breathlessly.
“Do what?” I growled into her ear.
She swallowed bitterly, like she was taking medicine. Then she answered.
“FUCK ME.”
I rose up and crashed down, sinking gloriously into her. Plunging all the way into her depths, as my brain overloaded with pleasure.
God…
Damn.
Her lips were pursed, open just enough to let out a sharp hiss of air. In the semi-darkness, I saw her brows come together. Her expression could’ve been pain, or sheer ecstasy, or anywhere in between.
“Ohhhhh…”
She moaned, and I got my answer. She reached back for me with both arms. Ten sharp fingernails dug deep into the flesh of my ass, breaking the skin. Pulling me into her.
“Fuck.”
I began pumping her with a steady rhythm, feeling the heat and electricity rising between us. Every stroke was molten fire. Every time I bottomed out, her cries seemed to rise in pitch and volume.
“Oh, FUCK… Oh shit… Oh… Oh….”
She was swearing and cursing. Screwing her eyes shut, while throwing her hair wildly from side to side. Her shadowed face was a mask of concentration… and what looked to be raw, unchecked lust. I kept her body pressed tightly against mine. My hands locked into the curve of her waist as she ground her ass hard, burying me even deeper.
It wasn’t the plan. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.
But it was going down like this anyway.
Somehow in all the craziness we finished at the same time. I felt her body go tight, squeezing me from the inside as she was rocked with the stark-white euphoria of an earth-sha
ttering climax. The visual of seeing her lose herself took the last of my resolve. I lost all control, my cock throbbing and pulsing as it went off, somewhere deep in her womb.
FUUUUCK!
My orgasm was never ending. It poured out of me in desperate waves, filling her pussy to overflowing with my hot, sticky seed. We collapsed forward together, heaving and out of breath. I rolled to one side as she wriggled forward, still moving, still twisting…
Still crawling across the bed.
I never even noticed her arm shoot through the gap between the mattress and the headboard. It came back in a lightning fast arc, bringing the deadly glint of a steel point directly against my neck.
Through the corner of my eye, I could just make out what it was. An ice pick, shining wickedly in the darkness. Piercing the skin, just above my pulsing, surging jugular.
I froze as her strong leg slid over mine, constricting me like a snake. The blonde hissed a single word, her sharp blue eyes flashing wildly… murderously…
“Gotcha.”
Two
ANDREA
The rage was blinding, all-consuming. I fought it back, while tightening my grip.
“Easy,” my captive said in the darkness. “I think you’ve got the—”
“My name’s Andrea,” I snarled, completely ignoring him. “Andrea Martensson.”
I waited for that sweet, sweet gasp of recognition. The exact moment he’d realize just how fucked — literally and figuratively — he actually was.
But the moment never came. The bastard never gave it to me. I’d tracked him, I’d planned for him, I’d finally found him. I’d even given my body over to him — in ways that both thrilled and disgusted me at my own, unwelcome excitement. All that sacrifice, for this one, singular moment…
It only made me angrier.
“I wanted you to know before you died, Xander,” I sneered. Even his name was poison in my mouth. “I needed you to know, before I open your throat and the darkness takes you… it was me.”
The adrenaline pumping through my body made my arm tremble. I could make out a dark rivulet of blood, now. It ran down his neck, from where the tip of the ice pick had broken the skin.
