Sleeping With the Movie Star

by Ally Decker

  "Alone," she breathed out, moving up slowly and then down, feeling the stretch again.

  "Anyone could walk past and see us, though."

  She shook her head, dropping her hands onto his chest to find the balance. "Everyone would be busy, somewhere. We would be all alone, naked." She rolled her hips and his fingers clasped her thighs harder. "Like this."

  "You'd look breathtaking in the sunlight, getting lost in the feeling." He pushed up again and she moaned at the right angle. "Just like that, yeah. Beautiful."

  "We wouldn't have much time, but I'd like to make it last, go slow."

  "Go as slow as you want, baby," he whispered, but made it all the more difficult when he moved one of his hands to rub his thumb over her clit.

  "That's not…going to make it slow," she told him, catching her breath as the pleasure surged inside her.

  He raised his eyebrows. "Should I stop?"

  "No." She shook her head, speeding up her movements. "We can go slow next time."

  "As you wish." He grinned dangerously. "Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

  You, she thought. I want you. Like this, and every other way.

  The words were awfully close to spilling out of her, so she went back to the fantasy.

  "I want you to fuck me on that chair, I want to see you lose it out there." She leaned closer and gasped at the pleasure it brought her as he brushed over the right spot. "I want to see you come."

  "Right after you, I promise," he told her, rubbing harder over her clit and pushing her towards orgasm.

  When it hit her, her whole body shook with it and she fell forward. He caught her and held her against his chest as he followed her soon after, true to his word.

  She hid her head in the crook of his neck and caught her breath, inhaling his scent again and again. She never wanted to move.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Today, Jeremy thought on Friday morning as he looked at Tara sleeping. Today we'll talk about us moving forward.

  Today, he repeated as he watched her smile after opening her eyes. She had his t-shirt on and her hair was spread over the pillow, and he thought she had never looked more beautiful.

  Today, as they kissed, as they ate breakfast, as she left the bed, still in his t-shirt, to go to the bathroom.

  But then they needed to hurry to make their massage appointment and they definitely couldn't talk there, so he let himself enjoy it and told himself they'd talk later.

  She was mellow and pliant in his arms afterward, pressing herself without hesitation as they left the lounge, and he didn't think about anything else but this moment. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and watched as she beamed up at him. She had no makeup on and he enjoyed seeing all the freckles that were visible. He told her so, but she scrunched her face adorably, so of course he had to proceed with kissing all of them as soon as they were back in the cabin. He had no choice, really.

  They drifted off at some point, still in their bathrobes, and he woke up some time later to her kissing down his body. She took his hardening cock into her mouth and proceeded to drive him out of his mind. There was no rational thought left in his head, other than to make her feel as good as she made him. He grabbed the bag he put in the nightstand that first day and pulled out a vibrator she'd liked the last time he'd gone to see her in New York.

  Tara's smile stretched wide and she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs in an easy invitation. He fucked her with the vibrator as he licked and sucked on her clit, and she was shaking by the time she came the second time, pushing him away with her trembling leg. He tossed the vibrator to the side and kissed his way back up her body until she could taste herself on his tongue. And she did, sucking on his tongue and dragging her teeth over his lower lip.

  For as much sex as they'd already had this week, on Friday they seemed insatiable. Jeremy had no complaints, even if he suspected his back would take its revenge at some point. Hopefully no earlier than next week, though, as there were still more things he wanted to do with Tara.

  They pulled away from each other to get decent enough for lunch, and as they walked towards the dining area Jeremy remembered his plan from the morning and decided to talk with Tara after they ate. But before they settled in their seats, Michiko caught their attention and asked if they wanted to go kayaking with her and Chin after lunch.

  "I'm game, as long as there's not going to be a race," Tara teased, looking between Chin and Jeremy.

  Michiko laughed. "There isn't. They can wrestle in the sand later on if they want, but I just want a lazy afternoon and I'm kind of tired of lying on the beach."

  And Jeremy could have said no, but Tara seemed excited about the prospect. Besides, Jeremy thought it was a chance for her to get closer with someone from the group aside from Sylvia and Greg. He'd wanted them to become her friends, too, after all.

  So he nodded and smiled, and told himself, Later. There'll be time.

  ***

  Jeremy had never been kayaking before, but he quickly got the hang of it. Once the rowing rhythm was set up, it was meditative, and the still waters and surrounding forest were peaceful and calm. There was no way for anyone to see them, let alone recognize them like this. He could relax and enjoy himself.

  The surrounding nature was beautiful, but Jeremy was mostly watching Tara, who was sitting in front of him, in her big, wide hat and white blouse covering her back and arms.

  "I don't want to end up red like a tomato, and that's what would happen if I didn't cover myself," she'd told him earlier, when he raised his brows at her pants and blouse, compared to his shorts and nothing else. "Not everyone can spend endless time in the sun."

  She rowed right along with him until they decided to pause and drift for a while. Chin and Michiko had had a similar idea, so they locked their kayaks together by securing paddles across them, and floated, talking about—for some reason Jeremy couldn't trace back to—their high school years. He didn't mind, especially watching Tara laugh at their awful teenage stories and share her own. As it turned out, every one of them, even Michiko, who was an investigative reporter now, had been a theater kid in high school. They swapped stories about the productions they'd been involved in, and it turned out that apparently every high school across the country had been doing pretty much the same shows. It led to a discussion about whether this was good or bad, and which shows were under-appreciated by the general public or, in this case, high school theater clubs. Unsurprisingly, Tara had the most to say about that, since the other three had left their theater days behind.

  Then, the conversation switched to the current shows and Michiko asked about Tara's. Jeremy had wanted to see it in disguise the last time he was in New York, but Tara had put her foot down about it. He would get recognized anyway, and she'd argued that it would expose them the moment he got backstage after the show. And he couldn't not go backstage, either, because they invited most high-profile audience members and refusing would be rude on his part.

  "We'll have to go see it the next time we're in New York," Michiko told her husband, and Jeremy caught Tara's pleased smile before she turned her head, probably trying to hide it.

  He almost said the same thing, since he sincerely hoped so, but since he and Tara hadn't had their discussion yet, it could break the peaceful atmosphere of the afternoon, if she thought he was trying to go incognito again and pretend they didn't know each other.

  Later, he reminded himself, as he watched the fierce, amazing woman in front of him. We will talk about it later.

  ***

  When they got back to the camp, they were tired of being on the water and not in it, so they all joined the group in the lake tossing the ball around. They swam for a bit, and then everyone went back to their cabins to shower and change before dinner after promising each other to meet up for a beach party later in the evening. It was the second to last night at the camp and all the couples wanted to spend the final one on their own, so it was their last chance to do something together
at night.

  That was the reason, Jeremy told himself, that he didn't protest at all—that he didn't suggest to Tara that they could skip the party and stay in the cabin instead. He wanted to spend time with friends and, more importantly, he wanted Tara to spend more time with them as well, since it might be a long time before they could get together like this.

  And it seemed to him that she liked his group of friends, but he hoped they could get to know each other even better. Earlier, Jess and Sonia had made tentative plans with Tara without including him and he was glad to see them connect. He'd heard before from fellow actors how it was hard sometimes for their partners to get inside a group like theirs, when everyone knew each other for so long and when said partner sort-of-knew them from movies or TV. He wanted Tara to have a smooth transition, and as far as he could tell, it seemed to be working out, but one more evening could only help matters along.

  The conversation he was planning could always wait until tomorrow morning. But no later than that, he promised himself firmly. No matter what, no matter how tired, or horny, or whatever else, they would have that conversation tomorrow morning at the latest.

  He couldn't start it now, before dinner, as that could put a damp on the whole evening if gone wrong. To put it mildly. He might try after the party, maybe, if neither of them would drink too much and they were both able to have a serious conversation.

  You couldn't have that conversation sober for five days now, either, the bitchy voice at the back of his head told him, but he ignored it. Tomorrow, hell or high water, and tonight, a nice evening with his friends—hopefully, their friends soon enough.

  He'd been having a silent conversation with himself while Tara was in the bathroom getting ready, but the door opening made him look up.

  Oh, wow.

  Tara was a gorgeous woman and he loved looking at her whenever he had a chance, but she had obviously pulled out all the stops tonight. She had let her hair down again, which he loved best – and he guessed she knew that, too. She was wearing a beautiful, close-fitting dark green dress that reminded him a bit of the one she'd worn to the wedding party last year . This one was shorter and not as formal, but it could still get her into every high-end restaurant, not just their camp's little set-up. The dress showed off her legs and…

  Well, it showed off her everything, really.

  "Wow," he finally uttered out loud, and was given a brilliant smile for his efforts.

  "Thanks," she said, walking to the chair where she'd left her shoes by. "Now it's your turn or we're going to be late."

  Jeremy had never really cared about dressing up on his vacation, but he felt the need to at least make more effort now. Luckily, he always brought things just in case, so he had nice slacks and a shirt that should look decent. He showered, shaved, and went through his usual routine before putting on his best clothes. As he fixed the collar in the bathroom mirror, he thought about how nice it would be to go out for dinner in New York—or LA, if Tara came to visit. To go on a proper date.

  Soon, hopefully, he thought and once again promised himself to talk with her tomorrow. Somehow, their week was almost up and he'd left it until the last second to solve the one thing he'd been thinking about for months now.

  "Good job, Nelson, really," he muttered to himself. But it was too late to change that now.

  Tomorrow morning, he promised himself. Not a moment later.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Tara had wanted to make an impression, and judging from Jeremy's reaction, she had succeeded. Good. Their time together was coming to an end—don't think about it, don't think about it—and she wanted to have memories like this. She wanted to remember that he looked at her with wonder in his eyes, that he wanted her. Maybe he didn't want her for good, but he wanted her right now. It might help her get over him once the fairy tale was over.

  Don't think about it.

  She needed to remind herself that she'd known it was going to happen, hell, she'd planned for it to happen. After all, she'd come here to spend a week with him and then break it off.

  The problem was, she hadn't realized back then that she'd been stupid enough to fall for Jeremy. It was obvious now when she thought about it. And it explained why she'd kept saying yes to him when she'd known there wasn't really any hope for it to go anywhere.

  Don't think about it.

  What finally saved her from herself and her insistent thoughts was Jeremy coming out of the bathroom. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, she turned away from where she was staring at the black forest and the darkening sky through the back windows.

  Wow.

  It looked like he'd made an effort, too. Throughout the week he didn't seem to care much what he wore, only managing to change from shorts and a t-shirt for dinner, but now he had nice black slacks on and a shirt with an actual collar.

  "I thought I should try to keep up," he told her with a smile that made things to her heart she wasn't supposed to think about. "I'm nowhere near your league, but this is the best I can do right now," he added, nodding at his clothes.

  "Don't be so modest," she told him, trying for cool. "You know you look great."

  He stepped closer to her. "I look okay. You look amazing." He murmured the last word against her lips right before kissing her softly. "Come on, let's go eat."

  At dinner, she'd noticed she wasn't the only one who wanted to make more of an effort. Most women were dressed up from what they'd worn throughout the week, and it made the dining area look a lot like a high-end restaurant that could be situated in New York or, she suspected, LA. Some men apparently did the same thing as Jeremy, trying their best to measure up to their partners.

  Suddenly, Tara felt self-conscious in a way she hadn't since that first evening a few days ago. Those people weren't practically-strangers from TV anymore now, but tonight, they looked like them. Danny wasn't a guy with the best serve anymore, he was an Oscar nominee. And Alicia may like to swear a lot, but she'd been a female lead in one of the biggest franchises of the decade and there were dolls of her all over Tara's nieces' bedrooms. And so it went, at every table there was a person who was a public figure, someone who knew their way around fame, money and overly-curious press.

  Including her table.

  Jeremy was talking with the waiter about the wine at the moment, so she could stare at him freely. The warm light from the candles and the lanterns made him look softer, but she'd seen that jawline on posters, billboards, and magazine pages for years. She'd seen that smile, those hands, those eyes…

  Okay, so maybe he gave her smiles she'd never seen him give anyone, and no photo could give justice his expressive, ever-changing eyes. It wasn't like she didn't think there was a real person behind the fame. The problem was, before now, she managed to see him first, and fame was somewhere in the background. It was something that affected them both daily, sure, but she wasn't intimidated by it. Tonight, she wasn't so sure.

  Then he turned to look at her, a smile tugging at his lips, and everything shifted. It was him. It was him who made her body take notice, not Jeremy the star. She wasn't intimidated. She was scared shitless about him breaking her heart, but she wasn't intimidated by who he was outside of the two of them.

  "You okay?" he asked and she nodded, picking her glass up.

  "Yes, I just drifted." She took a sip of wine and nodded at the waiter. She would miss this, she realized. She'd never thought she'd be the kind of person who would appreciate extreme wealth, but it did have its uses. It was probably going to take her a bit to get used to eating take-out straight from the box again.

  They talked about the day and the camp as a whole, and she wondered if she was imagining it or he was being careful not to say anything about the future.

  She was being careful, that was for sure. Tonight, Cinderella still had her glass slippers on, and she didn't want the evening to end. So she asked more about his theater days back in school, and what play would he want to do, if given a chance. It was nice to share theater
with him. Somehow, they'd never talked about it like that, and she wondered if maybe it was her fault after so adamantly forbidding him from coming to see her show.

  She'd been right to do so, she knew that, but it wasn't like she'd taken any pleasure in that. Of course she wanted for him to see it. She'd love to hear what he thought, since she'd noticed that he had a good eye for particulars and was good at picking up subtext whenever they watched a movie.

  When he turned the question to her now, asking her about her dream role, she suddenly found herself telling him something she'd never told anyone else. She told him about a play she'd seen off-Broadway years ago, a one-person show about a woman who couldn't speak. It had been breathtaking from start to finish, raw in a way almost nothing was these days. It was also completely different than anything she'd ever done, and that held an appeal as well.

  "I get it," Jeremy told her and she realized that yes, of course he would. A big action hero was a lucrative and fun box, but it was a box nonetheless. He'd mentioned once that he was looking for something different, but she didn't know if he'd found it, aside from that indie movie he'd starred in last year.

  Before she knew it, the dinner was over, and they all moved to the beach. They dragged the chairs in a tight semi-circle close to the lake, and sat down with their wine glasses in hand and more bottles waiting between the seats. Every couple had their chairs tucked in against each other, and Tara smiled when Jeremy caught her free hand and tangled their fingers together in the little space between them.

  She looked up at the stars and got lost in the moment, for the most part ignoring the conversation that started around her. She focused on familiar constellations and then caught a falling star out on the left.

  Her wish was simple enough, she thought.

  I want to be happy.

  ***