Surrounded By Knight

by A. N. Hennessy

“I need you to put this on under the bra so when he takes it off you aren’t, you know, all hanging out. Unless you want to be. I’m totally fine with that, and I’m sure all the straight boys will enjoy it too. Hell, I might even,” Ross laughed.

  I was lost. Completely out there all alone in a world of the unknown. What was he talking about? No one told me exactly what I would be doing, and frankly this Ross guy was now scaring me.

  “Don’t look so terrified. It’s all fake, baby girl.” He pulled me closer to him as I was handed a nude colored, skimpy, strapless bra thingy. I took it from his hand and held it out, inspecting it funny. “Don’t worry, this will keep you covered, but from the angle of the camera you will appear to be naked.”

  Naked?

  “Just go put it on, wimpy-poo. I have a date to make out with Jace Cox in a dirty bathroom.” I leveled my eyes in Addie’s direction. She was eating this up and had already changed into her daisy duke shorts, a small white top that showed her midriff with a brown leather vest over top. She looked good. She looked amazing in fact, and here I was going to be...naked.

  Alright, maybe not literally, but people would assume as much when they watched the darn video. And here Addie was, eager to go stick her tongue in Jace’s mouth.

  “You can do that anyways,” I smarted back.

  “So?”

  I didn’t feel like arguing with her or anybody. My nerves couldn’t handle it. I fought with my ‘wardrobe’, feeling very, and I mean very, uncomfortable and exposed. It effectively covered what my bikini would or maybe a little less, but the fact that I would be rubbing up against what I’m assuming will be an almost naked Trevelin? That alone was unsettling.

  “Hot damn! I think you just knocked me straight. Sexy, pure sexiness,” Ross cheered in awe, kissing the air when I emerged from behind the curtain.

  “Well, I don’t feel like it.”

  “Stop being such a baby, Izzy. I am so jealous of you right now. I would totally trade places with you, but I don’t think Trevelin would allow it.” Addie came up beside me, holding out a red silk robe to wear to the roof.

  “I honestly don’t think he would care. He’s a horny man, so I highly doubt he could say no, no matter who it is with. Whether it’s fake sex or not,” I grumbled.

  “That’s not true, and I know you’re mad at him and not happy about doing this, but think on the bright side. The publicity we will get off of this will be crazy. When our single is released everyone that watched this video will want to hear how the girls in the Love Potion video sound.”

  I groaned. She was right though. I hated when she was right. It didn’t happen too often, but when it did there was nothing to say but, “I know.”

  She smiled and we left the makeshift dressing room.

  Addie was led to the bathroom where another crew was set up to film her getting her fake dirty on with Jace while I was ushered up a flight of narrow steps to the rooftop of the dingy building.

  My stomach continued doing a tuck and roll dance in my belly while my breathing picked up to the point of fainting. My anxiety level was through the roof. I felt like I was on my way to make a porno, and from what I had visualized in my head, that was exactly what it was. Except maybe a PG-13 version.

  Ross swung the metal door open and my lungs collapsed into the pit of my stomach. The dark rooftop was covered in an array of romantic candles that illuminated a soft warm glow across the expanse of the space and a pallet made of white satin bedding was placed on the floor in the middle. There were people standing around barking orders, and in the distance I could hear the faint tumble and crash of the ocean.

  My already deprived lungs suffered another meltdown when I swiveled my head to a shirtless Trevelin standing in only a pair of perfectly fitted jeans with all of his brightly colored ink on display.

  I might be mad and hated what I was about to do, but for some unexplainable reason, knowing the scenes were with him made it feel right.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Trevelin

  What Country had said hurt like a motherfucker. I knew I hadn’t given her any reason to think any differently of me, but she was far from a damn game. She was a necessity. A necessity I wanted so badly to obtain. I didn’t deserve her, and I continued to tell myself that over and over, but at this point I really didn’t give a shit. Ryker funkin’ Steele sure as hell wasn’t getting her!

  Not if I had anything to do with it.

  I’d given her space last night after she diced me with her friends bit. It was hard as hell to go to sleep knowing she was upstairs in a bed that I could easily be laying in beside her, but I couldn’t bring myself to be that close. Not after what she’d said. I didn’t want her thinking that way.

  I couldn’t have her thinking that way.

  This morning I was still a little pissed. I thought it was very, very evident how I felt for her, and it was irritating as fuck that she thought I was playing with her like some replaceable toy.

  I wanted to talk to her when she was in the shower and come clean about my feelings, but she’d shut me out. I should have expected it. I had a reputation, and it was one she was all too familiar with, leaving her to think I only wanted to fuck her.

  I did.

  That wasn’t a lie. But I also wanted more than that. I wanted her heart, her love, her soul and to be able to claim her as mine. I wanted every man to know that she was with me and every woman to know I was taken by the girl of my dreams.

  She was too damn good for me, yet I wanted to show her that I wasn’t who she thought I was—that I would be good for her. I couldn’t begin to say what had happened to me or why I felt like I needed her so goddamn bad, but I did.

  I needed her.

  I wanted her.

  I had to have her. And I didn’t mean it in a sexual term—even though that would be really fucking awesome. I meant emotionally. I wanted her as mine, in every territorial way possible, and for her to know it and accept it. For her to know that I was hers. Every single breath that I took and every beat of my heart I needed to survive was hers.

  The click of the door to the roof sounded as a warning to my cluster-fucked brain. My jaw locked and twitched to what I saw—her walking through the door in nothing but a red silk robe. I prayed for my heart to keep beating. She was damn near about to kill me. Her brown hair with the newly blond highlights was curled in perfect loose waves and was blowing effortlessly in the salty breeze.

  They put some shit on her skin that made her shine radiantly, more than she already did. I was fighting back the most painful hard-on I’d ever experienced. There was no way a cold shower would knock this happy guy down. Impossible. He was going to have to find some release or I’d be suffering from some major blue balls.

  I shouldn’t, but I made up my mind right then and there. Tonight I would tell Country how I felt and lay all these meddling demons to rest, but right now I needed to be closer to her.

  When she noticed me, there was a glint in her blue eyes, or maybe it was the flicker of the candles, but I liked to think it was because she was glad to see me.

  “You look fuckin’ amazing.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Every part of my body, inside and out, ached with want when the wind suddenly caught her robe and blew the shoulder down, exposing her shiny bare skin that held a tiny red strap that matched the color of the robe.

  She looked up at me nervously before pulling it back in place. “Thanks.” It was a low murmur, but I heard it. My poor Country looked and sounded scared to death. But why wouldn’t she? She was about to film a love scene with me, someone she seemed to get irked with at the flip of a switch, and then there’s the matter that she had never even had sex before.

  Fuck, I want her!

  “You scared?” That was a stupid question. Of course she was, you idiot. Watching how the light from the candles flickered across the beauty of her face, I cautiously stepped closer, wanting to take her fear away.

  “Uh, no, I’m horny as hell and looking for Ron Jer
emy to pop out at me any minute. What the hell do you think?” The fear and uncertainty that melded with anger was almost blinding, even though I couldn’t help but to laugh at her usual no-nonsense. I loved that sarcastic ass mouth. I also felt bad for her, too.

  When Randy had called me yesterday and told me about this plan, I jumped all over it. It was my chance to have Country practically naked against my body, but it also punched me in the goddamn face, because in my absence of talking to Randy, she’d left with Ryker. Having Randy explain his idea of incorporating Country and Addie in the video had me preoccupied longer than I’d planned.

  I never considered how it would make her feel, because I’m a selfish bastard like that and only thought of myself and what I wanted. I’d never considered others feelings, all besides the guys, but they really didn’t count. They were down for whatever. I just knew that if I could have her with me in the video instead of a certain model I didn’t feel like dealing with, plus the world seeing me make love to her—fake or not—I was all in.

  I’m a total jackass.

  “Country, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’ll have them switch you for someone else if you want.”

  Her big blue eyes climbed their way up to meet my gaze, and she appeared to relax, pondering my offer for her to escape.

  Fuck! She’s backing out.

  “The scenes are only with you?” she asked tenderly.

  “Just me, babe,” I assured. The wheels in her head turned viciously as she thought hard. I raked my hand through my hair, pleading silently to God – that had to be real, because He put her in my life – that she stayed. Someone in the distance called my name, but my attention was devoted solely to Country at the time. They could fuckin’ wait.

  “If it’s just you, then...I can do it.”

  “Thank fuck,” I breathed out a relieved sigh. “I really didn’t want to do this with anyone else.”

  A pleased expression overtook her glowing face. “That makes me feel better, but I’m not promising I will be any good at it. My experience level is very limited you know.”

  “Babe, just do what you do best. Look beautiful and fuck me with that sweet mouth of yours. The rest will follow. Do you trust me?”

  Her brows scrunched together as she turned her head while chewing on her lip. She looked too adorable for her own damn good. “For some ungodly reason,” she shrugged, “I do.”

  “Good. Because if you would’ve said no then I would have told you too fucking bad,” I taunted, my lips tightening around a carnal smile. “I wouldn’t ever do anything to jeopardize that. I want you to know that, Country,” I told her, tracing a finger feebly across her soft, appealing cheek. My wholehearted sincerity seemed to appease her, and I heard my name being called again. The annoying sound was starting to piss me off. We were not starting shit until I knew Izzy was assured and comfortable.

  “Well, in that case, I think we have a video to make. And by the sounds of it someone really wants your attention.”

  “I don’t care about them. They can wait. All I care about is you and knowing that you’re okay.” If there was a way to freeze time so I got to keep her here like this forever, I wouldn’t think twice about it. With a snap of my fingers it would be done.

  “I’m good to go, Hollywood, promise. Let’s go fake-fuck.”

  I think I just jizzed in my pants.

  “Keep making comments like that, babe, and there won’t be anything fake about it.”

  Her face turned red with a shy smile pulling at her tempting lips that I was fixing to get to taste again.

  I love making her blush.

  ♪♫♪♫♪♫

  I had been through the video making process numerous times before, therefore I knew what to expect. Poor Izzy, on the other hand, hadn’t. She was a jumbled mess. The director went over what he wanted us to do and she looked as if she might throw up. I’d put my arm around her for reassurance, but she kept telling me she was okay. Maybe she was and I was just exaggerating. I just wanted to keep my ass safe. I didn’t want her to think that I was dying to have make believe sex with her—I was a good guy—so she thought—and I wanted her to keep thinking that.

  “Okay, find your places everybody. Isabel... Sweetie, I need you to look less scared and a lot more turned on. ‘Kay? Look as if you’re being seduced,” Dan the director told her. She only nodded. “Lights!” he shouted. “Ted, take her robe.”

  More lights came on, illuminating the area we were to occupy, making it appear more intimate. Country’s face turned white as a ghost, slowly undoing the sash of her robe. Anticipation had mounted to the heavens. I had wanted to see what was under that robe since she had first walked through the metal door.

  It slowly slipped off her shoulders, revealing shimmery, sun-kissed skin swathed with a red lace bra and panties. The guy took her robe as I keenly stared at the beautiful girl before me.

  Fuck me standing, she’s sexy!

  She was unbelievable. My dick throbbed, ached and pleaded to be buried deep inside her. Deep breaths, slow deep breaths, I chanted to myself. No one needed to see my massive hard-on pounding against my pants.

  Country looked at me nervously, and I gave her a supportive wink to help calm her nerves right when, “Action!” was shouted.

  The song started playing, and I stalked to Country like I was told to do. A man on a mission. A man with hunger and need in his eyes. The only difference was I wasn’t acting.

  The first words of the song begun to flow over the rooftop.

  ‘Looking there through the mirror, I see her

  Begging for sin, with glowing skin

  I want her, I need her, in so many ways

  To feel me, to heal me, make me crave...ooh...make me crave...

  The hunger...it’s maddening, making me lose my mind, dying to make her mine’

  I wrapped Country in my arms and pressed my forehead against hers as I looked deep into those wild blue eyes that were staring right back at me. I wanted to comfort her all while making this feel as real as possible with the veracity of the bridge floating around us.

  It proved hard when you had someone yelling in your ear, “Jump into his arms... Wrap your legs around his waist... Carry her to the pallet... Unbutton his pants.”

  We did what we were told, and once she was beneath me, staring up at me with lost, and innocent eyes, everyone vanished. I doubted that was how it happened for her, but for me, everyone fucking just disappeared. It was only me and my little piece of country.

  No longer could I hear anything or see anyone but her as I watched her nibble on her bottom lip seductively and reach for the button of my jeans. Tangled in white silk sheets with Country’s tiny body underneath mine as I kissed and tasted her neck was like living a dream.

  When I took a little nibble of the sensitive skin, she arched her back, the move forcing her boobs firmly against my chest, and I let that be my advantage, capturing her lips with mine.

  My blissful concentration was broken by the director shouting, “Remove her bra!” And then the thundering sound of the chorus beginning to ring loud and clear in my ears.

  ‘She has me

  Hypnotized...hypnotized, caught and bound

  Imprisoned with her eyes

  Controlled, ensouled, a spell I can’t fight

  I won’t win

  I’m sinkin’

  Raging and battling emotions...drunk off her love potion ’

  I lost myself to Country in a song of mine that she disliked as it became only us again with me left in nothing but tight ass boxers and the words of my song raining truth around us.

  I knew she had to feel my rock-hard dick rubbing against her through the thin material that was blocking us from being skin to skin. I could feel the hot heat from her pussy, threatening second degree burns. Of course I didn’t even care, and all my brain could think about was getting that dick-tease bra off those gorgeous tits.

  I was disappointed to find some flesh colored
thing covering my view, but also relieved. I didn’t want everyone seeing her. I wasn’t given time to pout as Izzy grabbed my face and brought my lips to hers. Her tongue skimmed over my lips and then dipped into my mouth possessively, greedily. Her hands left my face and ran frantically through my hair. It felt real, like she was starving for me as much as I was for her.

  I was going to have to buy Randy a fucking present for his brilliant ass brain. There was nothing that could top this moment, unless all these people were gone and it was just us and this moment was real. She was mine.

  The director yelled for me to move my hips like we are making love and I happily oblige. Grabbing Country’s hands, I pinned them right above her head and then brought my hips up to situate Mr. Happy precisely between her legs. He was there at her entrance, and the only thing stopping it from being inside her were my boxers, her red silk panties, the fact we were being filmed which would make it feel all sorts of wrong, and I hadn’t been granted rightful access.

  I could tell she was turned on. The scorching heat pouring from between her legs against my cock was enough validation that had me on the verge of breaking out in a sweat. I rocked my hips against her, and I almost fucking lost it when she moaned against my lips.

  She was definitely turned on. If this had her all riled up there was no telling what I could make her do. I bet I could make her come just like this without penetration. Just my dick rubbing her clit, all she needed was the right amount of friction.

  I decided I wanted to test that theory. I picked up the motion and pressed my pelvis lecherously into hers. My lips trailed down her jaw to her neck. Throwing her head back, she made a sexy as hell whimpering noise when I sucked softly on the sensitive skin under her ear.

  “You taste so good,” I whispered next to her ear. She pulled at her hands and I let them free.

  Dan was still barking orders, but I tuned him out. I wanted this girl more than anyone would ever know, so I believed I could manage on my own to make our fake sex look beyond believable.