More Than Famous (Famous #2)

by Kahlen Aymes

  "Already? Those assholes sure work fast." I couldn't help myself; I reached out and touched the front of his shirt.

  "Yeah. Did David work fast today, too?" His brow dropped and his lips pursed as he looked at the ground.

  "Hey. If you saw them, you had to see how pissed and bored I was. I thought about you all day. I was worried about how you were going to take it."

  "Yeah. My head knows, Brook, but I still bloody hate it. He didn't try anything did he?" I could see the memory of Rome flash across his features. “I will fucking kill him.”

  "No. Wendy came along because she said she was trying to make it up to us; that she thought that you'd feel better about it if I wasn't alone with David." I looked away from his face to smile at a production assistant who was passing by us.

  We couldn't have the crew speculating about our relationship. Any one of them could make significant money by leaking information about Cade and me.

  "Well, in a way, the logic is good. I wish I could kiss you right now." His hand reached out to mine for an instant before he let it drop to his side. The electricity I felt at his touch always amazed me.

  "You look so tired. I think you need to sleep tonight, baby." My voice was quiet as I searched his face.

  "I am tired, but I want to be with you. Can I sleep with you in your room?" He was so beautiful with his brows raised over his sparkling eyes and that boyish grin playing about his mouth.

  I felt my own lips curve in a bright smile. "As if I'd let you do anything else. But we both need to sleep, Cade, okay?" I poked his stomach again and he grunted good-naturedly.

  "Brook, places!" Martin called to me from forty yards away.

  "Meet you in your room later, then, honey, yeah?" Cade said, as I turned to leave.

  I love you. I hoped he could read it in my eyes.

  I LAY NAKED in my bed waiting for Cade. I told him we needed to sleep, and so I probably should have had something on, but I knew he loved being completely naked with me in bed. My skin on his; he said it was his favorite thing to wear.

  It made my heart beat faster just thinking about it. He was so romantic, so amazing. Perfect in everything he said to me, how he touched me, and how much he loved me. I wanted to melt right into him.

  Our call in the morning was at 9 AM, so he'd need to get right to sleep. I felt my eyes getting heavy as I let thoughts of him flood my mind and heart. I hugged a pillow as I lay on my side and fought the sleep that tried to overtake me. I wanted to wait for Cade and had music playing to keep me awake.

  I wasn't sure how much longer he'd be, but this had been one long fucking day for him. 4 AM to 1 AM. Finally, I heard the key card in the door. My body jazzed, and my heart raced.

  Jesus. Okay, Brook, play sleeping or you know what Cade will do, and he needs to rest.

  I tried to keep my breathing deep and even as I listened to him take off his clothes. He went into the bathroom and left the door open slightly and I heard the water running as he washed up and brushed his teeth. Soon, very soon, he would be wrapped all around me. Mmmm... .

  I felt the covers lift behind me and he came in next to me. One arm slid under my pillow as his body folded up against mine, and his other arm came around me. I should pretend to be asleep, but I couldn't help my arm coming up over his to pull him closer. He scooted near me and the warmth of his skin flooded down my body from my shoulders to the back of my calves. One of his legs came forward to slide between mine.

  Cade’s arm tightened and his breath fanned out on my neck as he bent to place his open mouth on my skin. Oh God... “Mmmm,” I moaned softly. His hand cupped my breast and I felt my body respond as he rubbed his thumb in circles around the nipple and I pressed back against him. He was already hard as he surged forward against me.

  I turned my head over my shoulder toward him. "Baby, stop. You need sleep," I whispered, "You're going to get ill."

  "I need you, Brook. I missed you so much today, and knowing you were with that little shit, just drove me crazy. Just one time. You feel so good." His mouth continued its tingling assault on the skin of my neck and shoulders as both of his arms wrapped around my body to roam over my skin.

  I knew damn well I wouldn't be able to resist or deny him. He owned me as much as I owned him.

  "Cade," I whispered as I took the hand closest to my face and sucked his fingers into my mouth.

  "Oh God, Brook." His forehead dropped to the back of my head and his breath rushed hot over my shoulder and back.

  His free hand went lower on my body between my legs and he let his breath out as his body reacted to the feel of me beneath his hands. His touch set me on fire as I arched against him and the sounds he made left me in no doubt how it was affecting him too.

  "Uhhh... ..," My mouth parted and my head fell back against his shoulder as his hands continued to explore and excite me. He knew my body so well, knew exactly how to touch me to bring my body to the brink easily. His fingers moved in little circles and then pushed lower into my body to bring the slick wetness up and around as he continued to torture me.

  I surged back against him silently begging for him to enter me as I sucked on his fingers like I'd suck on his body. "I love that I can make you feel like this. Jesus, Brook, I’m so turned on."

  He groaned and then pulled his fingers from my mouth to move his hand to my breasts so he could tug and rub the nipples between his fingers. I couldn’t take much more. I gasped as my hips surged forward.

  The hand inside my body withdrew as he lifted my leg up to rest my foot on his calf, giving him the access he needed. He guided his dick to my opening and slid inside from behind. "Uhhhhh... " A soft moan tore from my lips as he brought his hand back around to resume touching my clit, moving down until he could feel where our bodies joined and back up again.

  "Oh, yes, Brook. I've thought of nothing else all day. God, I want to lose myself inside you."

  My body arched and moved with his as we thrust against each other, surging and grinding. I clenched around him each time he thrust into me and he groaned and kissed the side of my neck as our movements became more frantic.

  As if I wasn't flooded with sensation from Cade's touches, goose bumps flooded my skin as his breath fanned over the wetness he'd just left on my skin. Again and again, he kissed my neck and shoulders, and it felt so tantalizing it had me tingling all over.

  His breathing sped up as we made love to each other and my hand reached around to grab the back of his thighs as he continued to thrust into me. His hands were working their magic on my body as I felt myself start to tighten and the undeniable sensations building so strong within me.

  "Oh, babe..." He gasped against my shoulder and his fingers of one hand tugged at my nipples, while the other had me on the brink of falling over into orgasm. My body was clutching around him, trembling against him and I pulled his hand back to my mouth and took his middle finger deep into my mouth and licked and sucked up and down on it.

  "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh.” His breath left him in low groan.

  "Cade, I'm close baby." Thirty seconds later, he had me. "Mmmmmm... Uhhhh... " I pushed back against him as he moaned out my name at the same time as he tensed behind me. I felt him tremble and shake as he his orgasm overtook him. Making love with him only brought us closer and I never wanted it to end.

  His arms were still wrapped around me and his fingers lightly teased my body until he was sure he'd gotten every last shudder out of me.

  I lay entwined in his arms, his hand coming up to take mine and pull me closer as he kissed my shoulder.

  "Christ, Brook. I can't live without touching you like this." That velvet voice, so thick with love and passion was the last sound I'd ever need to hear on this earth. I closed my eyes and surged back against his body, still inside my own, as I kissed his hand. “Love you.”

  "In case you can't tell; I love you just as much." His arm tightened around me and he let out his breath and nuzzled into the back of my head.

  When our breathing returned t
o normal, I hoped he would just fall asleep. He needed it so much and I was worried about him. After a few minutes he spoke.

  "Was everything okay today? David didn't touch you, did he? I'll bloody kill him."

  I turned around in his arms so that I could touch his face and look into his eyes. The pain of the months of my being with David still held a scar for him. "No one touches me but you." When he didn’t answer, I pressed. “Okay?”

  His blue eyes were almost black in the darkness as his mouth dipped to take mine in a deep, soul-searching kiss. His tongue met mine and I couldn't help pressing my mouth closer into his as he groaned in my mouth. When he pulled back, his teeth were nipping at first my upper lip and then the lower one. It was so damn sexy as he brushed the hair off of my face.

  "Okay. No one touches you but me," he agreed, his chest rising as he drew in a huge sigh as his arms drew me closer. I snuggled into his shoulder and kissed his neck, my arm sliding across his stomach and my leg coming up over his.

  I let my fingers rub soft circles in the little bit of hair on his chest as his breathing became more even and my eyes got heavy.

  We were both exhausted as we drifted off to sleep completely wrapped around each other, heart, body and soul.

  WE WERE BETWEEN takes when I saw her. What was she doing here? It wasn't like Jeanne to visit on set, or even come to location at all. She'd made the one exception when she came with me at the start of filming, but that was because of the broken situation between Cade and I. This was totally uncharacteristic of her, and it immediately worried me.

  I walked over to the director to check if I had time for a short break in order to find out what Jeanne needed. We still had two months of filming yet, so maybe a short delay now wouldn't matter.

  "Martin, my manager is here. Do I have a few minutes to talk to her?"

  We were trying to get all of the scenes that included Gavin, Wendy and Sarah finished the same two weeks as the parking lot scenes and the hospital stuff, and today it was one of the office scenes.

  "Yeah. Is fifteen minutes enough?" He smiled. He was growing on me. During the first film, he’d been more uptight, but now he seemed relaxed.

  "Yep. I'll make sure of it."

  I walked toward Jeanne, my eyes searching for Cade as I went. His scenes were finished for the day, but he would’ve let me know if he'd left set. He had to be around somewhere.

  I approached Jeanne and had to admit I didn't like her expression. She looked strained, and tense; like she wasn't looking forward to this conversation.

  "Hey.” I greeted her casually. “Not that I'm not glad to see you, but what are you doing here? Did you find out who authorized David's uninvited appearance last week?" I ran my hands through my hair and instantly one of the hair and make-up people appeared, as if by magic, to fix the mess I'd just made of my Julia hair.

  "Yes." She glanced at the woman working on my hair. "Excuse me, but I really need to speak with Miss Halloway alone. Will you be very long?"

  "No Ma'am. Just a minute more." She fluffed my hair, and then dusted my face with powder, and a touch more blush.

  "Thank you, Nancy." I smiled at her as she moved away, then turned back to Jeanne.

  "What’s up?" I asked anxiously. "You look like your dog just died."

  "The studio sent David up here. They expect two or three such appearances at least, Brook. I had Joel call them and he read them the riot act about not giving you notice, but that's the best news I have. It seems there’s too much scuttlebutt about you and Cade. Some of the major gossip columnists are blogging about you almost daily."

  "Yeah, I know. We read a lot of it." I laughed. "It's sort of funny."

  "No, it isn't, Brook." Her face was stoic. "The suits at Pinnacle feel it is detrimental to box office success if you and Cade are proven to be a couple. You've got to be more careful or there'll be hell to pay." She saw me stiffen as my mouth tightened into a fine line.

  “It’s dumb. You’d think it would help, not hurt, ticket sales.” I was frustrated and pissy.

  "I don't agree with their bullshit rules Brook, but we’re bound to honor these contracts."

  "But... we aren't going out in public alone. The only time we even go out to eat together is with several of the others along. Most of the time, it's with the entire group!" I felt my face flush; the heat burning my cheeks like fire. "He doesn't touch me or kiss me; hell, we barely talk on set!"

  "Apparently, someone saw Cade sneaking into your hotel through the back entrance two nights ago."

  My eyes widened as I sucked in a breath. "Were there pictures?” I asked.

  "No, but someone wrote about it on a blog. Jesus, Brook, there are thousands of fan sites that we have to be careful about. This shit spreads like wildfire." She pulled her cigarettes out of her purse, and put one to her lips. She looked at me over the top of it as she lit it and took a long puff.

  "So, what? What do they expect us to do?" I looked at the floor and bit my lip. "It isn't like I'm the only one staying in that hotel. Who says he was coming to see me?"

  She looked at me sternly and shook her head. Clearly she didn’t think anyone would swallow any other possibility.

  Fuck. Okay, so I am the only one he'd be coming to see. Is it my fault the world knows it?

  "Well, the San Francisco Music Festival is this weekend and they are planning on sending Cade down for that, and David is on the schedule to come up here and occupy you..." She took a drag from her cigarette.

  I felt the anger rise within me. "We're supposed to go to L.A. for the Kid's Choice Awards this weekend," I said tightly.

  She shook her head. "Not anymore. They're sending Noah instead. The excuse is that they want to give him some more exposure, and they absolutely do not want you and Cade traveling together right now."

  My blood pressure rose, and I turned to walk a few steps away before turning back to her. I could see Martin behind her readying to begin shooting, so I'd have to get back soon.

  “I have to hang out with David all weekend? Do you know what that is going to do to Cade? I'm so sick of this bullshit, Jeanne!"

  "Brook, lower your voice. Now,” Jeanne ordered. “I might be able to figure something out for you to spend a little time with Cade, but for the most part, yes, you'll need to spend the weekend with David." Her face softened as she saw the angry tears well in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away.

  "I can't share a room with David, Jeanne, okay?"

  "Of course not, Brook. I'll make sure that he has a room on the same floor as you, so you can both come and go together without actually staying together." She closed the distance between us and put her arms around me. I was stiff, so pissed I was shaking, and I pulled away from her.

  "Jesus. This is just too much, Jeanne. I know this isn't your fault, but I hate that we ‘re prisoners of these fucking contracts! I don't even care if we finish the film if this is how it's going to be." I felt completely defeated and Jeanne's eyes widened and something like fright flashed across her features.

  "Brook, I won't let you throw your career, or Cade's, away just because you find this inconvenient." She took on a motherly tone.

  "It's not about inconvenience; you know that. It's about how Cade feels when he has to see me with David. Now you're sending him off to events without me, and then what? He has to flirt with fans? The next thing you'll tell me is that the studio is going to make him hang out with Wendy or something,” I spat out in disgust. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.

  "This has to be done, so just do it and stop complaining, and yeah, they've mentioned having Cade be seen out with Wendy—"

  My head snapped up and I glared at her.

  Jeanne lifted both of her hands, fingers spread in front of her. "—Just to take the speculation off of the two of you."

  "No." I shook my head adamantly. "Just… No!"

  "Apparently a broken relationship between the two of them wouldn't have the same devastating effect; they can't have the two leads in a
romance breaking up in the middle of the filming, or premieres. We've talked about this, Brook."

  "We're not going to break up! I have to watch Cade with that bitch? She’s been trying to bang him for a year, and he has to endure me in the company of a man who has openly admitted that he wants me back?"

  "Brook, we're ready to start. Places, please," Martin called me back to set.

  "Ugh! When?" I asked.

  "Tomorrow through Sunday. And neither one of you can be seen coming and going from the other's hotels, not even once. Is that clear, Brook? I'm sorry, but that's the way it is."

  "This isn't just about being able to sleep with Cade, Jeanne! Jesus!" I spat at her. Martin was motioning me back with his hands. "I have to go. I'll talk to Cade tonight, but we need to make a plan to make this as painless as possible."

  "Okay. I agree. I'll do what I can to help."

  Oh my God! Could this situation get any worse? My mind railed.

  I let out my breath and my head dropped back as I walked back to my mark. Cade was sitting offside to watch the scene and I was sure he could tell by my face that something was wrong. I watched his gaze moved to where I just came from. He saw Jeanne standing there, then looked at me one more time, questioningly. I shook my head.

  When he got up and strode over to Jeanne, I knew she'd be having the same conversation with him and he was going to be upset. Upset was a damn understatement, and it would be three hours, at least, until I could talk to him about it.

  I couldn't think about it now. I had to get my head into the scene.

  I STOOD WITH my hands braced on the counter in the bathroom as I waited for David to come get me. Cade left for the Music Festival the night before, while I holed up in my room, alone. He'd texted me all night long, which was how we maintained our sanity. He was furious after he'd spoken to Jeanne, and I could do little to make him feel better. It was one thing to have to stay away from each other for five days, and quite another to have to hang out with Wendy and David. My stomach clenched painfully.