by Kahlen Aymes
“God, Brook!” I groaned, but I let her continue, relishing the exquisite feelings that were running through me until I knew I was at the edge. “Baby, you have to stop now. I won’t be able to keep quiet if you make me come. Fuck, this is amazing, but you have to stop.” She brought me to the brink and I could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick, the sensation tightening my balls and building. I was gasping for breath, my pulse pounding. She felt so fucking incredible.
Brook looked up at me and her beautiful eyes took in what she was doing to me. “Are you sure?” she murmured, as her mouth went back to the sweet torture. I could only take it for a couple of minutes before I sat up, and put my arms around her, dragging her up and rolling her onto her back.
My hands went to the hem of her gown and drew it up her body, sliding up the sides of her hips, her breasts and raising her arms above her head as I removed it, and flung it aside. Then, I kissed her stomach as my teeth found the band of her panties and dragged them down.
The scent of her arousal made me swell and throb to the point of pain. “Brook, what you do to me, God, I want you,” I whispered against her stomach as my hand finished removing the black silk.
My knee slid between hers as I spread her legs wide. Brook gasped as I reached between us and found the sensitive little nub, hard and silken evidence of her desire. She was hot and wet and I knew she wanted me badly. It was all I could do to keep from plunging into her and pumping hard, but I wanted to bring her to the edge before entering her, as she had me.
I moved my fingers in little circles, pressing gently, until she was moaning my name breathlessly. “Remember, love, we have to be quiet. Shhh, baby,” I whispered as I pleasured her. She was trembling, her legs shaking as she bit her lip.
“I love you,” she breathed as her hips rose to tempt my hand. I knew that was the moment I’d been waiting for. My mouth took hers as I slipped inside her and it was heaven. Her warmth engulfed me as I moved in her body, my thrusts getting stronger as she panted out my name, and matched me thrust for thrust.
The sound of my name on her lips as her arousal grew, did something to me deep inside my gut. I’d never wanted anyone so much, but I needed the moment to last. I wanted to memorize all of it. Her body was writhing underneath mine, and I could feel the trembling of her limbs that meant she was getting close. Both of my hands cupped her head and her fingers clawed at my flesh as I moved inside her, my body digging deep into hers.
“Cade… Cade… Uhhh… Oh, God, don’t stop.”
“Let it go, Brook.” I felt like I was begging. I needed her to come. “Let your love flood over me, I want it all,” I begged as I felt her body start to convulse around mine. She clenched and pulled on my dick with her sweetness and I could feel myself start to succumb to my own orgasm, her nails raking down my back and her fingers pressing into my ass to urge our bodies closer. My entire body tensed as sensation washed over me, wave after wave as I exploded inside her.
“Uhhnnn… Jesus, Brook,” I moaned as I came. “Oh, God!” I kissed her mouth as my body moved and rubbed hers. Her back arched, and her muscles clenched around me, over and over again, in quick succession. I kissed her neck and shoulder. “Oh, my love,” I whispered against her skin, her body trembling, when she whispered my name again.
We were both breathing hard as we descended from the climax. I felt her shudder and quake as the last spasms ran through her.
My body was still coming down, too, but the emotion was so strong. My throat tightened and my eyes stung. “I love you Brook. I love you, so much.” I could never say it enough. Never enough. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t,” she said softly.
I brushed the hair off of her beautiful face, and placed a whisper soft kiss on her lips, my mouth moving slowly, playing with hers, and my nose nuzzling hers.
Her arms were wrapped around me and I felt her nails lightly trace my back, sending more shivers down my spine. I moved to her side and pulled her in to rest on my shoulder, her arm across my stomach as we lay spent and exhausted.
I kissed her forehead, my hand running through her hair, splaying it on her back. It’s softness raining like silk across my skin where it fell on my chest. I closed my eyes. This was paradise. We lay silent in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I thought she’d fallen asleep again, but then her voice whispered in the darkness.
“So um, I guess Wendy didn’t get her wish tonight, hmmm?” Brook lifted her head and looked warily up at my face.
“Honey, you’re not jealous of Wendy are you?” I scoffed. “She’s harmless.”
“More like… ruthless,” she said her voice strained. “She wants you bad. She,” Brook began hesitantly, as if it was something she wanted to tell me but thought she shouldn’t. “Well, she taunts me with it, like she knows about us.”
“So what if she does? Is the world going to end?”
“Maybe?”
“Never.”
“She wants you. She told me. She told all of us.”
I huffed, wondering how Brook could think I’d even give her a second look. “I could never want her, sweetheart. This is needless worry. Yes, she put the moves on me, asked if she could come back to my hotel, but you are the one I want. Only you. You know that, so please stop this.”
My fingers skimmed her cheek as she looked up at me. We were wrapped up together, my hand in her long, luxurious hair, as I gazed down into her face. “You trust me, don’t you?”
I hugged her close, and she rested her head back on my chest. “Yes.” I felt something hot on my chest and realized she was crying.
“What is it, Brook? Love, tell me.” I said softly.
“I’m usually this tough bitch that never gets hurt, but ever since the final weeks of the shoot, I’ve been an emotional wreck. I’m sorry.” Her voice broke with her tears. “I’ve never been jealous before. I hate it.”
I smiled to myself. She was jealous, and my heart soared. “Oh, love, it’s okay. I’m an emotional wreck, too. It’s all I could do not to rip David’s bloody head off for kissing you tonight,” I said against her forehead. “We’re going to get through this babe, and then you’re going to marry me, remember?” My voice deepened. We’d joked about it enough, but I was never more serious. She nodded on my chest and her arms tightened around my body.
“I’m scared of all the time apart. You’re leaving tomorrow and…” Her voice was thick, and the hot tears fell on my chest in a steady stream.
“The time apart will be horrible. I’ll hate every second, but it won’t change what’s between us. I think being away will make me love you more. You’ll never be off my mind. Brook, you have to believe that, please? No amount of distance or time will change that.”
I tried to lighten her sadness as I held her. “Think about how tightly we’ll be wound when next we see each other,” I tried to tease her, “we’ll make love for a week straight.” My fingers ran down her spine and she trembled.
“I don’t want you to go,” she cried harder, and her arms tightened around me. “I miss you so much. It hurts so fucking bad, and you’re still with me.”
“I know sweetheart. I don’t want to go either. I never want to be away from you.” I sighed as I stroked the hair on her back. “It’s sheer hell, but we both have commitments and the time will go fast. I’ll call you every day, I promise.” I ran my hand up and down her back to soothe her, but my own heart was breaking. “I love you more than anything. Only you.”
Chapter 14
Picture Perfect
The Entertainment Weekly shoot was today. Finally.
The last four weeks had dragged by even though I had the audition and several promotional events for Remembrance to keep me busy.
I spent some time with Noah, another of my cast mates who played Mike Turner in the film, Wendy, Jennifer, and even David, to pass the time. David had become a good friend now that he wasn’t trying to get me into bed or bash Cade, and he could be fun to hang out with. He’d
come over a couple times to hang out with Nate and have dinner with my family. My parents loved him like a son, and to be honest, our relationship hadn’t changed that much, we were always more friends than anything else.
I still wasn’t ready to go out in public with him, though. I didn’t want to risk any more misconstrued pictures. I made sure not to discuss Cade with David around because there was no sense rubbing salt in a new wound. I wanted the best for David and for him to be happy with his life.
Cade and I had been in touch daily, either by text, Skype or the phone, though he still didn’t trust David, and I sensed his anger and anxiety when we spoke. I missed him terribly, but I was secure that he loved me. His words on our calls were enough to make my heart beat faster and keep a smile on my face.
Denise, Cade’s agent, had arranged the EW shoot, and it was in the middle of some farm about fifty miles north of L.A. It was my first movie, and I thought it strange that the setting had little to do with the movie, but Denise said it was about letting readers connect with the actors, not about the plot. I shrugged. What did I know? She’d rented one of those huge Hummer limos, and we were all driving up together. Cade was flying into LAX around 10 am, and we were picking everyone else up at the Pinnacle studio headquarters first.
On the way, Denise went over with me again the need to be only on friendly terms with Cade. She was like a mimic of my own agent and manager. Like I didn’t get an ear full that day in the restaurant.
“I know Denise, okay? We both do.” I made an effort not to roll my eyes and smile at her instead. “I got this.”
I was nervous, yet extremely excited at the prospect of seeing Cade, but tired from a sleepless night. I felt like a five year old on Christmas, counting the hours until I’d see him.
*****
Everyone was settled inside the limo, and we were on our way to the airport. Jennifer sat next to me with Dawson on the other side of her. The seats wrapped around the car, so we were all facing into the vehicle and each other. Wendy was talking to Noah, practically oozing all over him. Noah was good-looking; fairly tall, built, blonde and tan. He started his career as a fitness model, so he was cut. Leave it to her to find the hottest guy in any situation.
“Noah, you’re looking good there, buddy.” I smiled at him.
Pleasure lit up his face at my words, and his blue eyes sparkled. “Thanks.” He smiled. “Even still, I don’t get the girl.” He winked at me. “At least on film.” He was clearly flirting.
I smiled at him. “You never know,” I flirted back to keep the illusion alive. Denise’s eyes met mine in approval.
“Brook, why are you so giddy today?” Wendy asked. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. I pulled my sunglasses down from the top of my head and back on to cover my eyes from her curious gaze. Giddy? Did I appear giddy despite my efforts to tamp it down?
About two weeks after Cade left, she’d told me that she’d approached him at Ethan’s party, but he didn’t seem interested. She was totally tanked that night, so I tried not to hold it against her.
Cade was ridiculously hot. What woman wouldn’t want him? I reasoned, telling myself to back off of Wendy’s infatuation, and if I acted pissed off, it would be too obvious how I felt.
Despite some tense moments, we remained friends, and went shopping or to lunch occasionally. She did try to get me to confess to a relationship with Cade, on occasion, but I always insisted he and I were only friends. Obviously, she was still suspicious because rarely did she pass an opportunity to dig me for dirt.
“I’m happy, Wendy. This is my first photo-shoot. It will be fun, won’t it? I’m excited!”
“Fun for whom? I was told that the group of us wouldn’t be taking that many pictures, but that most were of you and Cade. The rest of us will just be hanging out sweating and covered in dust all day. Joy,” she whined. “At least Cade will be here,” she gushed. “At least I can watch.”
I mentally shook my head at her. Five minutes earlier she’d been draped all over Noah and now she was gushing about Cade.
I decided to ignore the last part. “I’m sure they’ll have a trailer and air conditioning for you, Wendy,” I said calmly. “Where are Gavin and Sarah? They’re part of this shoot, aren’t they, Denise?”
She was sitting up front with the driver and turned to answer me. “Yeah, they’re meeting us out there. Gavin’s oldest daughter had a dance recital this morning and Sarah’s parents were visiting. They’re joining her on the shoot, so the three of them will pick up Gavin and arrive together.”
“Mmm,” I said. The two people who played Julia’s parents would be cast if the first movie did well.
Wendy turned to her left and began talking excitedly to Madeline Sinclair, the woman who played a smaller role in the films, and the guys were discussing the possibility of doing a second film in the series. Jennifer and Dawson were lost in their own little world, their conversation clearly private.
I looked out the window at the planes landing and taking off as we made our way to the international terminal where we would pick up Cade. The butterflies in my stomach were getting to the point of making me nauseous, and my hands started to sweat.
I’d spoken with Jeanne earlier and was told that bodyguards would meet his plane and escort him to the curb where he would join us. His bags would be delivered directly to a hotel in Beverly Hills. He was only in L.A. for two days before he had to go to New York for a book signing with the author of the series, and Martin Deering. His schedule was on fire.
I would have my own signings here in L.A. later in the week when Martin came to LA. Pinnacle was doing a good job of covering the country, and that meant that Cade and I would be split up for at least half of our appearances.
I tried to keep my demeanor calm as we neared the terminal. Denise was watching me for signs of blowing our cover, and she raised her eyebrows at me. I sighed, nodded slightly, and bit my lip. We pulled up and waited.
“Cade’s plane landed ten minutes ago. He was in the first class cabin so he should be here in a few minutes,” Denise said as the driver of the limo got out and stepped around to be ready to open the door.
I was sitting at the back with Jennifer and Dawson, but Wendy readied a place next to her by telling Noah to move over. She was sitting opposite the door, which would be the natural place Cade would gravitate toward when he got in.
Jennifer nudged me. I looked at her and she winked, making me wonder what she was up to, but I continued to play it cool and didn’t respond to the gesture. She turned over her cell phone, acting as if she was checking messages, but held it low on her lap so I could read the message. The sunglasses hid my eyes from view as I did so.
It was from Cade.
Get me next to Brook if you can.
Joy flooded through me, and I felt my face break into a smile that I could not contain, no matter how I tried. I looked down and played with the strap on my bag as I tried to get my face under control.
“There he is!” Wendy squealed.
What is she, a fucking 14 year old, now?
I was annoyed and feeling decidedly snarky at her comment. “Wendy, maybe you’d like to grab your little autograph book and hop out to join the screamers?” I retorted flatly. Her eyes narrowed and her nose wrinkled as she glared at me.
Game on.
I saw Cade coming out to the curb, flanked by three massive bodyguards, paparazzi following and cameras flashing. My heart thumped inside my chest. He was so beautiful, I could barely breathe. I sank down a little further in my seat, and tried to get control of the fluttering I felt in my stomach.
Fans and paparazzi lined the curb and were following him out of the double doors in droves. “Cade, stop please! Center for the camera, Cade!”
It was madness as the cameras continued to flash a million times a minute, and many fans vied for his attention, asking him to sign pictures of himself from other films. I wondered how anyone knew he was coming into town, since we’d barely started promoting the f
ilm. I found this much attention a little weird. Especially since they seemed to know what airline and time he’d be here.
Dressed in gray pants, white t-shirt, and converse tennis shoes; he was gorgeous even without trying. His dark golden hair was tousled in perfect disarray as usual, and I wanted to get my hands in it. He carried a jacket and his duffle. Always gracious, he posed for some photos with fans and signed a few autographs amid the screams.
My eyes drank him in as I watched through the window. He spoke briefly with the driver, gave his bag to one of the bodyguards, and then the door was flung open as he came inside.
His eyes searched for me in the group, and Jennifer scooted over to make room for Cade between her and I.
“Cade!” Wendy called. “I saved you a seat,” she said as he took the one next to me.
“Oh, sorry, Wendy. This one was closer.” He winked at her and grinned devilishly.
His thigh burned against mine. I wanted to fling myself into his arms and press my mouth to his. I knew it was impossible and I’d have to be satisfied to have him this close to me for the two-hour drive. At least I could smell him and feel him pressed into me. He flung his jacket across his lap, some of it falling over mine. He surprised me by grabbing my hand underneath it, his thumb rubbing across my wrist. My heart thumped and my mouth went dry at his touch.
“Hey, everyone. It’s nice to see all of you.” His face was flushed and he ran his free hand through his hair.
After some small talk about his flight and various projects we were all working on, Noah moved over to talk to him. “Cade, when do you think they’ll make a decision on the rest of the series? Have you heard anything?” he asked anxiously.
“Um, yeah.” Denise was now seated in the front seat next to the driver, and the window between there and the rear of the limo was closed, and Cade glanced in her direction. “My agent said she spoke with the studio and they won’t commit until after the U.S. premier of the first film is past. They’re waiting to see what the box office is that first weekend before they make a decision. She feels there is a better than fifty-fifty chance it will go into production, Noah.” This movie was Noah’s first break, as it was mine, and he was anxious for the other films to be made. I was, too, but for different reasons. Cade leaned back on the seat and toward me slightly, his shoulder pressing into mine. Then, he squeezed my hand under his jacket.
