“Mhm!” She was screaming into my hand as I fingered her faster and faster, her juices overflowing in abundant amounts. Fuck.
I could feel her shuddering, her body getting tenser, begging for its release. “I’m going to come any moment… It’s too good! Don’t stop, Brooks!”
“Yes. That’s it. Come. Come right now, babe.”
Not even seconds later, she orgasmed, screaming as orgasmic waves rocked her body, and my control snapped in two. I jerked my pants and boxers down and brought the tip of my cock to her mound, moving it through her slick folds. Her ass looked amazing, perky and smooth.
“Do you see what you’re doing to me? How you make me feel?” I pushed into her, filling her completely, and groaned in pleasure. “I will never get tired of this. Never get tired of being with you and having you in any way possible. I love you, Langley.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her as I pounded into her steadily, lost in ecstasy. She had pressed her hand against her mouth so she could stay quiet, and it was arousing seeing her this way. My bride. The love of my life. I wanted to give her the whole world.
“I love you too. Please, don’t stop. It’s so good.”
“Oh, I’ll never stop, sweetheart. Never.”
Our bodies moved in sync, and the sensations were incredible. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, her face twisted with pleasure, and she climaxed again. It was too damn good!
I moved faster, almost close, and everything else stopped to exist as I reached the peak of my pleasure. I came into her, tightening my hold around her, a mind-blowing orgasm leaving nothing in me but pure bliss.
An hour later, Langley and I were walking down the aisle together to the sounds of our favorite love song, “Sweetest Thing” by U2. The chapel was full of guests. I was elated that we were able to spend our most special day with our families and acquaintances.
“Dear friends and family,” the priest started, and I glanced at Langley, who looked like she was equally as overwrought as I was. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at her. “We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”
As the ceremony progressed, my anxiety melted away, and when the priest declared us husband and wife, all I felt was joy and gratitude for being able to have a woman like Langley. Our lips connected gently, our hearts beating as one, and I thanked her silently for everything she had given to me.
“You make me the happiest woman on this planet,” she whispered into my lips, her eyes teary.
This day marked a new start for us, and I was going to make sure she remained the happiest for the rest of our lives.
“I’m going to make sure you feel this way every single day for the rest of our lives.”
“Mommy! Daddy!” Adley, who had been sitting in my mom’s lap during the ceremony, was now running toward us, and my heart expanded at the sweet sight.
“Hey, cupcake.” I scooped her up in my arms, smiling back at her. Langley snuggled up to us, and the guests clapped, watching us with big smiles on their faces. “I love you and your mommy so, so much.”
“I love you too, but when can I eat the cake?” She pouted.
Langley and I looked at each other, bursting into laughter. “Soon, honey,” she told her. “Pretty soon.”
“How about we take one photo of the family together?” the photographer told us, pointing at his camera.
“Sure,” Brooks replied. “Mom, come here.”
Mary joined us, and we posed with bright smiles, holding each other. It was a moment I would always cherish and keep it ingrained deep in my heart forever.
Chapter Twenty One
Langley
Brooks and I returned from our honeymoon yesterday, and we agreed with Mary to have a family lunch at our place today. We had spent ten days in the Bahamas, while Mary took care of Adley.
This was our first trip together because we hadn’t been able to afford traveling when we were younger. Ten days had passed too quickly as we enjoyed our time together on the beach or around our resort, but at the same time we missed Adley so much. This was my first time to be separated from her, and I called Mary a few times every day to see how Adley was.
“Relax, Langley,” Mary told me once. “Adley is perfectly fine. You enjoy your time there and don’t worry about anything.”
I couldn’t explain the relief and joy I felt when we returned and Adley jumped into my arms. I never wanted to be separated from her again.
Brooks snaked his arms around me from behind, placing his head on my shoulder. “How is it going?”
I stirred the sauce. “The sauce is almost finished. Have you prepared the salads?”
“Yep. All finished.”
“And Adley?”
“She’s in the living room playing with Mary.”
I turned around and kissed his nose. “You’re a perfect husband, you know that?”
“And you’re my perfect wife.” His lips traced my cheek and jaw and reached my neck. I bit into my lip when he left a line of kisses along my neck, reaching my shoulder.
“Brooks,” I whispered, trying to push him away. “Not now! I have lunch to make. And your mother and our daughter are in another room and can barge in any moment.”
His smile was huge. “I was just kissing you, angel.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know very well that whenever you kiss me that way, it always grows into something more. Now shoo!”
He left the kitchen with a hearty laugh, warming my heart.
The lunch was ready an hour later, and I went to the living room to call them. I stopped at the doorway when my gaze landed on Adley and Mary, who were sitting on the floor and playing with Lego bricks. Adley was crazy about Lego bricks. Her excitement when we bought them for her fourth birthday a few months ago was immeasurable.
She was currently making a train station, while Mary was helping her with railways.
Brooks was also sitting with them on the floor, but he held a camera in his hands and filmed Mary and Adley as they played. An even bigger smile tugged at my lips when I saw his happy expression, his eyes never leaving the screen of the camera, and a new wave of love toward him spread through me.
I knew I was ogling at him like a school girl, but he was too handsome and precious for me not to do it. He was so gentle, always surprising me with how thoughtful he was, especially in these moments. He loved filming Adley and me or taking pictures of us, never getting bored of it. He already had gigabytes and gigabytes of our videos and pictures on his computer.
Brooks noticed me and moved the camera to film me. “Say hi to the camera, love.”
I waved at it. “Hi for the hundredth time. Don’t you ever get bored of it?”
“You know me.” He winked at me. “I’ll never get bored of filming my beauties.”
“You’re hopeless. And you call my romance movies sappy!”
“Mommy, look what I made!” Adley picked up the train and motioned to me to come over, bobbing her head excitedly. She was wearing pigtails, which made the motion even cuter.
“Oh wow.” I took the train from her, looking at it in admiration. “This is amazing! What else have you made?”
She pointed at the station building. “I made this, but I miss a few parts…”
“Here. I’ll help you find them,” Mary told her and started looking for the missing parts among the scattered parts near her. “Oh look. Here is one.” She handed Adley the piece, and Adley went into her arms. Adley loved hugs, but she loved her grandma’s hugs even more.
“Thank you, grandma! I love you so much!” She wrapped her tiny arms around Mary and nestled against her.
I could see Mary’s eyes filling with tears, and it made me emotional. “I love you too.” She met my gaze. “Moments like this are what I live for.”
The first tear slid down my cheek, and I pressed my hand against my chest to ease the throbbing in it. How lucky were we to be able to spend time like this? How lucky were we to be a fam
ily after everything we went through? Mary deserved this more than anyone. She had gone through hell and back, having experienced the loss of her husband, the life as a single mother, and cancer—to top it all off—but she managed to fight against everything and be this positive and healthy person she was today.
I knelt next to them, placing my hand over Mary’s. “Thank you for everything, Mary.”
She caressed my hair, beaming at me. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. In fact, I should thank you for entering Brooks’s and my life.”
Brooks turned off the camera and squatted next to me, pulling me against him. “And I should thank both of you.” He looked at Mary. “The woman who brought me into this world and worked her hardest to make me happy even when she was experiencing a turmoil after dad’s death. Thank you, mom.” He looked at me. “And the woman who accepted me as I am, even after I almost blew up everything.”
“It doesn’t matter, Brooks,” I told him. “That is water under the bridge, and what matters is what we have now.” I kissed him on the cheek. “And now I think we should move to the kitchen before the food gets cold.”
“Yes,” Mary agreed. “I wouldn’t want to miss your delicious meals.” She picked Adley up. “Let’s wash our hands, Adley, and eat, okay?”
Adley nodded. I laughed when she started making faces at Mary as she carried her to the bathroom, tickled pink.
“Are you happy?” Brooks asked me, taking me by hands.
I followed the lines of his attractive face, interlacing my fingers with his. “Yes. More than I can express.”
He moved his thumb over my lips, staring at them. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes?”
“How about we make another child?”
My heart skipped a beat or a few. “You want another child?”
“Actually, if I can choose, I would like us to have five or six of them, but of course, I wouldn’t complain if we have seven or eight…”
I slapped him playfully over the shoulder, giggling. “Are you serious?’
“As serious as I can be.”
How much more perfect could he be?
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “I would love that!”
I pulled him toward me and kissed him, arching my back to get as close as possible to him. I would love everything with him, and I was looking forward to each new memory and adventure with him.
“Then we better start working on it tonight. I’m already impatient,” he said before he pulled me toward the kitchen.
“It’s a deal.”
Hot Set
A Celebrity Romance
by Ivy Blake
Chapter 1
Chloe
I sat in the living room of my parent’s beautiful brownstone on the east side of Manhattan. My mother was a retired college professor that spent her time shopping online and watching educational television. She wasn’t much of the “stay at home” mom type, but in spite of that, she and my father made their situation work. My mother had a petite frame; small hands and feet with a slim waist and long, brunette hair that stretched down to the middle of her back.
Her sapphire blue eyes were trademarks of her side of the family. They burned like a hot, blazing fire at its core. Everyone said that I was a miniature version of my mother, and as much as I hated to admit that when I was younger, they were right. We were spitting images of one another and if it weren’t for the signs of a life well-lived at the corners of her eyes, we could’ve passed as sisters. As a matter of fact, when I was in high school, I was annoyed by the fact that teachers would begin to reprimand her for not being in class and the guys in my grade always made passing comments about how hot she was. It was irritating, but it wasn’t until later that I realized it was comforting to see my future in her eyes.
My dad still worked as a pharmacist and he enjoyed his work. While my mother was outspoken, my father was much more laid back. He towered over my mother’s 5’4” frame. His stomach protruded just a bit, but he did his best to keep himself in shape by running on the treadmill and staying active. His face was cleanly shaven because of his profession, but whenever he got the chance, he allowed the hair on the sides of his face to grow into a five o’clock shadow. His bold brown eyes rendered him deeply loveable, and even when he was trying to be serious, the sparkle in his eyes made it impossible to find him so. I was the personification of a daddy’s girl, born with his thick eyebrows, slim nose, and a cluster of freckles across my cheeks.
I sat in their living room, munching away at fast food French fries, when my mother walked in. She wore yoga pants and a nylon top. Her hair was tied into a ponytail as she stood in the entryway with her hands propped on her hips. Her arms resembled teacup handles as she peered at me.
“Chloe, that is so unhealthy.”
I raised one eyebrow and spoke with a muffled voice because of the mouthful of fries buried inside.
“Huh?”
“That fast food garbage. You know, they are poisoning us with that trash a little bit at a time. I just finished watching a documentary about the things that these people are doing to our food. You are eating actual garbage right now.”
I took another handful of fries and stuffed them into my mouth. A few bits fell out and onto the soft couch cushion as mom sat next to me.
“And then, to top it off, you are getting it all over my couch. Chloe,” she huffed, “I told you about eating in here anyway.”
I took my drink off the table and sipped on it to help wash the fries down. “Geez, mom, when did you get on this health kick? You sound like dad.”
She relaxed, and collapsed back against with a sigh. “Well, I told you that I just watched that food documentary, so now I am a bit more cognizant of what is going on in the world around me. And that right there,” she said, pointing at my food, “is going to kill you.”
I grabbed a few more out of the box and slid them into my mouth, ignoring her paranoia. “Well, we all have to die sometime.”
She swiped the fries off the couch and into her hand, then dumped them into the empty brown bag on the floor. “Well, I guess a college diploma means I have to let you make your own decisions, huh?” I watched her from the corner of my eye because I knew she wasn’t finished. Every time she said something like that, it meant advice was coming, which came off as more of a demand than anything else.
“So, while we are on the subject of decisions, what are your plans now that you are out of school? You can’t just sit around eating fries all day.”
I sighed internally. I knew that both of my parents were wary of me launching myself into an acting career because they thought it was hit or miss. So many people had aspirations of becoming a movie star, but only a small percentage of those people made it and I knew the odds. I also knew that I had the passion to make it work.
“The same thing I said the last three thousand times you asked, mom. I am going to pursue my acting career and start auditioning. I graduated with a theatre degree, and I’m not going to let it go to waste.”
She smiled, her beautiful blue eyes piercing through the room like a spotlight as she glared towards the fireplace. “I had a feeling we would end up here one day,” she said as she stood up and took a picture off the mantel. It was taken during my first ballet recital. She told me that I didn’t even want to go out and perform because I was afraid of the audience. She laughed. “You were cowering behind the curtain, while your father and I begged and pleaded with you to go out there.”
She looked at me with a smile. “We offered you everything. Ice cream. Candy. A pony. You wouldn’t budge. Not one inch.” She held the picture in front of her as if she was replaying the scene in her mind. “That was the day that I told myself I would never force you to do anything like that again. But one year later on your sixth birthday, you went to your father, and begged him to let you try it again. I said no, but you know your father. He gave in, and well, the rest is history.”
She put the picture back onto the fire
place mantel. “Now, here we are. Are you sure you want to do this? It’s so hard, Chloe, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
I finished my meal and discarded the empty wrappers into the brown paper bag on the floor. “I’m sure,” I said, standing next to her at the fireplace, “I am going to make it work because it’s the only thing I ever wanted to do. It’s the only thing I’m good at. I have to make it work.”
Mom smiled and exhaled a short burst of air from her lungs. “I just don’t want you to be disappointed if things don’t end up the way you expect. I want the best for you. We both do.” I fought back the knot of worry in my stomach. Deep down I knew she was right. I knew my chances were slim of actually making a living as an actress. But I refused to not give it my best shot.
“I know, mom, and I appreciate that. I have to at least try though, you know? I am going to give it my all and see what happens.”
She kissed me on the cheek. “Yeah, I know. That is all you can do, sweetie.” She grabbed her keys off the table. “I’m going to go for a run while your father is at work, and then I’m going to come home and try to make hummus for the first time. You are welcome to try some.”
“Um.” I smirked. “No thanks. I’ll pass on the hummus.” I gave her a hug, and with that, she turned to leave the house and go on her run.
I didn’t know what I was going to do though. I had gone to a handful of auditions for stage plays, musicals and short movies, but I hadn’t received a callback yet. Work was hard to come by in New York and I was beginning to get discouraged, but I didn’t want to tell my parents. I didn’t want them to see me as that little girl who was too afraid to come out and perform during her first recital forever. I wasn’t a quitter, but I had to figure out something because time was flying by and I needed to get my first role so I could move on to bigger things.
I walked to the back of the house and into my room, then plopped onto the bed. Minutes later, my phone rang. My best friend Jade’s lively voice shot through the receiver as soon as I said hello.
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