by Lila Dubois
Based on what he just saw, they may be in trouble.
Chapter Twelve
Cali and Seling
It was just after sunset, and they were finally done filming for the day. Cali headed for her trailer, where script pages for tomorrow waited. There was also a bottle of champagne, chocolate and strawberries. Margo had gone out for the items, as well as to Cali’s condo for a set of lingerie. The preparation was wasted. Cali had planned to seduce Seling tonight, but filming had, of course, run long, and she’d missed him.
“Cali?”
She turned to see the transportation coordinator rushing over.
“Everything okay, Cecy?”
“I wanted to let you know that Seling is still on set.”
“What? Why?”
“He didn’t show up at his pickup time. We were backed up, and I figured he’d show up, but he hasn’t yet.”
“We need to find him.” Cali’s heart clenched. What if something happened to him?
“No, no.” Cecy shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m telling this all wrong. I know where he is—he’s asleep in his trailer. I just wanted to let you know that he’s on set.”
“Where’s his wrangler?” Movie sets had strict rules about who could interact with talent. Transportation crew wasn’t on that list, but wranglers were. It was the wrangler’s job to make sure talent was where they needed to be, but they only had a few wranglers covering all the actors.
“I think she’s off already.”
“Okay.” Cali bit her lip, thinking.
“If you have someone wake him up, I have a car still waiting for him.”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll make sure he gets home. Take off.”
“Okay, thanks, Cali.”
“Thank you, Cecy.”
When the other woman had walked away, Cali let the grin she’d been holding back spread across her face.
Ten minutes later, Cali slunk across the set to Seling’s trailer. Almost everyone was gone, though a set was never really deserted. She saw a few people, including security guards, and rather than have to talk to them, she stuck to the shadows.
When she reached Seling’s trailer, she eased the squeaky door open.
He was facedown on the bed in the back. He was human—which made sense, as he didn’t fit in the trailer otherwise. Shirtless and with his jeans riding low, he looked good enough to eat. The flames on his back begged to be touched.
Setting down her goodies—the chocolate, champagne and strawberries—Cali slid off her shoes, jacket and jeans. Under them she was wearying a black lace teddy and matching thong. Some stockings, garters and heels would have been nice, but this would have to do. She checked her boobs in the reflection of the small microwave.
She took a breath and prepared herself. There was every chance he’d tell her to go fuck off, and that was his right. She’d just have to hope he wouldn’t be able to say no to a woman in lingerie who wanted him.
As she approached the bed, her body came alive. Suddenly each breath made her aware of her breasts. Her thighs brushed as she walked and made her want his hands on them, spreading them open before he took her.
His bare feet hung over the edge of the bed. Cali straddled them, then knee-walked up the mattress, legs still astride him.
The movement woke him. Long arms stretched out and the muscles of his back rippled invitingly. She laid her hands on his tattoo. Seling jerked under her.
“Cali.”
He rolled over and stared up at her.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to go.” Cali felt her hair sliding over her shoulders as she bent her head to look at him. She felt raw, as if she’d been flipped inside out and all her nerves were on the outside.
Seling cupped her hips. “Stay.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
She bent and laid her lips on his. He tasted warm and dark. His skin was flushed from sleep and the heat of his body soaked into her belly and breasts. She ran her hands over his shoulders down his biceps, feeling his strength.
His hands roamed her lace-covered torso until he cupped one of her breasts.
Cali broke the kiss to gasp. Seling pulled the teddy down and her breasts popped free. He urged her up by raising his knee and pressing his thigh between her legs, then took her nipple in his mouth, sucking just the tip. Cali ground her pussy against his leg. She’d been wet the moment she stepped in here, and now with only a few touches she was ready to come.
She’d planned to seduce him, to woo him with every sex trick she knew, but she was the one who was seduced.
When he urged her off him, she lay back happily. Unwilling to wait, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her sex.
Jerking aside the fabric of her thong, he touched her, stroking the outer lips of her pussy, he found out exactly how much she wanted him. He touched her core, fingers wandering, teasing, until she growled. Then his fingers went to her clit even as he bent his head and sucked her nipples.
Cali’s hand fisted in his hair, the other clenching the sheets. His fingers circled and flicked her clit. It was not just his touch that drove her mad, but the sound of his breathing, the solid mass of his body beside her, the power she felt radiating from him.
She came. Not more than five minutes after she’d climbed on the bed, she screamed in pleasure, teeth clenching so hard they hurt.
He surged over her, his eyes glittering in the dark. “You’re beautiful.”
“I came here to seduce you,” she said as her wits returned. “Not to have you seduce me.”
“Oh yeah?” Seling grinned. “Show me.”
Cali slid from the bed, tucking her breasts back into her teddy. She took a moment to run her still-trembling hands down her sides, gathering herself. Seling tracked the movement of her fingers.
“I’m seduced, come here.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Placing one knee on the bed, Cali reached for the button of his jeans, making sure she showed him her cleavage as she did it.
She unfastened the button but didn’t touch the zipper. Instead, she traced his cock through the denim. The thick length was clearly outlined. Bending, Cali pressed her lips to the head, breathing heavily so her hot breath would penetrate his clothes. Seling’s groan let her know it was working.
With one hand, she rubbed his cock while her mouth worked the head, despite the fabric barrier. Biting down gently, she massaged the tip of his cock with her tongue.
Seling took a handful of her hair and pulled her away from his cock.
“I wasn’t done,” she protested.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Yes, yes.”
Seling jumped from the bed and ripped off his jeans. Cali lay back and spread her legs, but Seling shook his head.
“On your knees.”
Cali rolled to her belly, then tucked her knees under herself, elevating her ass. Seling spanked her once, hard.
“Ouch, what was that for?”
“You deserve more, but we’ll have to do that later.”
Seling puled her panties down over her ass, where they caught on her spread thighs. He knelt behind her and grabbed her hips. Cali braced her head on one bent arm.
His cock nudged her thigh, then bumped over her clit before finding the entrance to her body. The head pressed against her, opening her. He paused there.
“I want you,” he said.
“I want you too. Now fuck me.”
“I want you for longer than tonight.”
“Yes, yes, relationship, dating, et cetera. All that later. Fuck me now.”
Seling surged into her. Cali screamed in pleasure. She loved the feeling of a cock filling her, but with Seling it was better than ever before. He pulled back and thrust forward, his balls slapping her clit.
He found his rhythm, fucking her with hard, deep strokes that had them both panting and moaning. Soon that wasn’t enough, and he fucked her fast, bending over her to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples throu
gh the lace.
Cali came again, screaming his name. He followed her a minute later.
Seling collapsed on top of her, her knees going out from under her at their combined weight. He rolled to his side, then urged her to do the same before pulling her back against his body. With his arms wrapped around her, his body cradling and protecting hers, Cali closed her eyes.
“Is this for us?”
Seling held out the champagne bottle so Cali could see it from where she still lay on the bed.
“Yep.”
“You weren’t kidding—you were planning to seduce me.”
“Damned right. Which, by the way, I wouldn’t have had to do if you hadn’t started being difficult.”
“I was difficult?”
“Yes.”
“You’re the one who first said—”
“I don’t need to be reminded. I remember what I said.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“Aren’t you going to say that you’re sorry?”
“I apologized earlier.”
He raised a brow.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t…I mean.” Cali blew out a breath. “It’s really complicated in my head, okay?”
Seling laughed. “Okay.”
“And how is it you know I should apologize or that champagne means seduction?”
“GQ magazine.”
“Figures. If I remember correctly, that’s what Luke was using for advice when he met Lena.”
“I tried asking them what to do, but they’ve all been distracted.”
“It’s been a day.” Cali was still a little rattled by Maeve. She was about to tell Seling about it and ask a few questions about the female monster when she saw a stack of graphic novels on the floor beside the bed. She picked them up.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of Wolf Pack Matters.”
“You’ve read them?”
“Hell yeah.”
Seling brought in the bottle of champagne along with two water glasses and the chocolate.
“I brought strawberries too.”
“Chocolate’s better.”
“Yes, yes it is.” She held the glasses while he poured. They toasted, took a sip and then Cali leaned over and kissed him. He tasted of champagne and sex.
When she tried to pull back, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her. By the time they broke apart, they were both panting. Seling looked down at his cock, sighed, then unwrapped the chocolate.
Cali laughed. “That was intense sex, give it a minute.”
“Stupid human body.”
“Next time we’ll try it in your real body.”
Seling froze, eyes wide. “No, I’d hurt you.”
“Apparently Margo and Runako do it.”
“Really?” Seling looked thoughtful. “I’ll have to ask him how.”
They shared the chocolate and talked about the graphic novel series. That led to a discussion of the latest RPG. Cali had heard about it and had planned to purchase it when the movie was over.
“You’re into video games?” Seling said, eyeing her.
“Why is that surprising?”
“I don’t know, I just didn’t think human women were.”
“I didn’t know monsters were.”
“It’s really boring in the winter. We usually get snowed in.”
They talked about his home. Cali had heard about it before and had even been there on their mission to “rescue” Margo, but it was fun to hear it from Seling’s point of view. Then they talked about movies before circling back to games. When Seling said that he had a console in the trailer, along with the RPG Cali had been lusting after, she jumped from the bed.
“Let’s play.”
Her underwear was MIA, so she put on her jeans along with the teddy. Seling grabbed a hidden stash of Red Vines. Sticking one in her mouth, Cali nodded at Seling’s advice as she created a character.
When she was in the game, Seling picked up a second controller and joined her. They went dragon hunting.
“Tokaki would be so pissed if he could see this,” Seling muttered around a Red Vine of his own. “Behind you.”
Cali spun her character and fired off spells. “Why?”
“His sister and dad are both dragons.”
Cali stared at Seling. “Crap. I forgot.”
“Get your head in the game!” Seling jumped to her aid. Her distraction had nearly cost her a life.
“Sorry.”
After kicking some serious ass, they celebrated with sex. Cali had a moment to wonder if they were weird—the easygoing monster and the bitchy woman who’d happily spent the night fucking and playing video games.
Then Seling slid into her, and she realized two things. The first was that his cock was amazing and the second was that she liked him and it didn’t matter if they were weird. He made her happy, and if the things he was whispering in her ear could be believed, she made him happy too.
Cali groaned and rolled over. Seling was a warm lump of man beside her. She smacked his ass and he started awake.
“Get up.”
“Why?” Seling wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.
“Because it’s two in the morning.”
“So?”
“So I need to go home, get clothes, read script pages and be back here by eight.”
Sighing, Seling released her. When she slid from the bed, he sat up.
“Food.”
“Huh?” Cali wiggled back into the teddy, then pulled on her jeans.
“I want food. Are you going to go out like that?” Seling’s eyes raked over her.
“I have a jacket.”
“You don’t need it.”
Cali snorted. “I do if we’re going to go get some food. Otherwise it’ll look like you’re taking your hooker out for a quick bite.”
“I could give you a quick bite.” Seling grabbed for her, but Cali danced out of the way.
“Get dressed or I’m leaving you here.”
Seling studied her for a minute. “No, you wouldn’t.”
“I’d think about it. But you’re right, you’re too pretty to leave behind.”
“I’m not pretty,” Seling muttered, hopping into underwear and jeans.
“Aww, of course you are.”
Seling growled and grabbed her around the waist. Cali pressed her hands to his chest and looked up into his eyes. The moment turned from playful to serious in a heartbeat. Seling lowered his mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a long, slow kiss.
Cali wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked one leg over his hip. His body was warm and hard against her, his hands strong and steady on her back.
When they came up for air, Cali leaned to the side to look at the bed behind Seling’s back. She did a few quick mental calculations, trying to figure out if there was time. Seling cupped her cheek, tilted her face up.
“There will be time, later.”
Cali nodded, and the thought both delighted and frightened her. She handed Seling a shirt and he pulled it on.
Her stomach rumbled and Cali looked down at it in irritation.
“You’re hungry too,” Seling said as he put on shoes and socks.
“I guess so.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
Cali blinked, not sure.
Seling shook his head. “You need to take care of yourself.”
“I do. Sort of.”
“You need a keeper.”
Cali laughed. “A keeper? That’s real rich coming from you, Batman.”
Seling grinned. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?”
Together they exited the trailer. The set was dark, only a few security lights illuminating the perimeter they’d set up. Cali knew there would be guards on the entrances and another with the camera equipment trailer.
But for now, there was no one around, and the night was theirs. Cali slipped her hand into Seling’s. Their fingers laced together. There was a bolt
of pure fear in Cali’s belly—this was dangerous. Relationships were dangerous. It would be safer, for both of them, if they didn’t start something.
Cali bit her lip and forced the thought away. She’d already hurt him once by letting her hang-ups get in the way. She wouldn’t do it again.
“So…why did you say thank you?” Cali said, struggling to bring back the light playful note.
“I am the Batman. I’ve been waiting for someone to call me that.”
“You are not the Batman.”
“I am, I have wings.”
“You’re green and red. If anything, you’re Robin.”
“Bite your tongue, woman.”
They cut across the main set, which was clear of the trucks and equipment that made the rest of the set a maze. The shadows were even darker at the foot of the half-finished building. “If the superhero cape fits…”
“That’s what I need. A cape.” Seling raised one arm in the Superman pose.
“You’re delirious from hunger,” Cali declared.
“I’m—”
There was a loud pop, like a car backfiring. Seling’s fingers tightened around hers. Cali started to laugh, to ask him if he was scared of a car backfiring.
There was a second pop, and Seling dragged her sideways. He pulled her through the roughed-out doorway on the first floor of the building.
“Seling, what…” She stumbled into him, her hand going to his waist to steady herself. His side was wet.
In the time it took her to blink, Cali understood. Those pops hadn’t been cars backfiring. It was gunfire, and Seling had been shot.
“Seling,” Cali gasped. She pressed her hand against his side, trying to find the wound, to put pressure on it.
“Let go.” His voice was lower and rougher than she’d ever heard it before.
It frightened her.
Cali released him. The air filled with the sound of fabric ripping and bones popping. When the sounds stopped, Cali reached out. Seling had changed, and when she touched him this time it was not the soft supple skin of his human body, but the thick rubbery skin of his monster body.
