Off Script

by Anna Paige

  Damn her, she had us laughing so hard that I almost dropped Kaiti to the floor.

  Almost.

  Lucky for us, I was good at multi-tasking.

  Within minutes, I had her shirt on the floor beside mine and my cock was peeking far enough out of my jeans for her to run her fingertips over the head while I palmed her breasts and sucked at her neck.

  She gripped me through my jeans and ran her thumb over the tip of me, groaning in frustration. “Why couldn’t I be one of those girls who wears skirts all the time. It would make moments like this so much more convenient.”

  I waggled my brows and tweaked her nipple. “Convenient how?” I pressed against her palm. “Something you’re needing, new girl?”

  She moaned low in her throat. “Yes. You. Now.”

  “But you have me.” I pointedly looked down. “Literally in your hands.”

  She leaned in and breathed against my neck as she squeezed me. “But I want you in something else.”

  “Hmm…” was all I could manage. Her words, her breath on my neck, her hand gripping my cock, all of it was adding up to an early finish if I didn’t get my shit together.

  “Take me to your bedroom, Gavin,” she whispered against my ear, the heat of her breath making me shiver in response. Or maybe it was the orgasm that was fast building in my spine. “Lay me down on your bed and let me watch you lick me all over.”

  “Fuck…”

  “That too.” She nipped my earlobe and it was just what I needed to snap my ass into gear. I marched through the apartment with her wrapped around me, still rubbing my cock for all she was worth.

  Goddamn, I need to slow this down.

  When I made it to my bedroom, I practically threw Kaiti onto the bed and let loose an actual animalistic growl as I crawled between her outstretched legs.

  She sat up enough to dispense with her bra, then flopped back down into the pillows, leveling her heated gaze on my chest. I pulled the rest of her clothes from her body in such a manner it bordered on brutality, the sounds of seams coming apart not slowing me in the least. Her panties were a flimsy scrap of fabric that basically disintegrated in my frenzied hands.

  When she was bare, I dropped to the mattress and locked my mouth over her, my tongue taking hard, fast passes up her slit. She bucked against my mouth, crying out my name, somewhere between plea and praise.

  I pressed my tongue into her, delving in and out of her opening before sliding up to flick her clit. When she was squirming and whimpering, so close to coming I could feel her legs stiffen around my shoulders, I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked hard as I lapped at it again and again with my tongue, plunging two fingers into her and pumping them deep.

  “Gavin!” she cried out, her pussy grinding into my face as her orgasm milked the fingers I was fucking her with. “Oh…my…god!”

  I didn’t break suction until her breathing leveled out. Even then, I lazily pumped my fingers into her, taking great pleasure in the little aftershocks that rippled through her as I did.

  She lay there on the pillows, eyes closed, looking exhausted even as she began to meet my thrusts with her hips, taking my fingers into her more quickly, more completely with each pass.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down at where I still lay between her legs, intermittently dropping kisses on her thighs and the smooth mound at their juncture. “You planning to set up camp down there or can I interest you in something you’ll enjoy even more?”

  I smiled, leaning down to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. “Baby, if you think there’s anything on this earth I’d enjoy more than watching you come, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  “Not even if it’s watching me suck your—”

  I groaned and cut her off. “Not even then, though I’m fine with you trying to prove me wrong on that. Later.”

  She quirked a brow. “Got something else in mind for right now?”

  I rolled to my back and stripped off the rest of my clothes, then turned back and crawled over her gorgeously curvy body until I was looking down into her beautiful, ebony eyes. “Damn right, I do. Right now, the only thing in the world that I want is to feel you wrapped around me.”

  I retrieved a condom from my wallet and rolled it on before blanketing her with my body.

  She rubbed her nose against mine and kissed me slightly as she reached between us and lined me up with her opening. “And I don’t ever want this to end…”

  I pressed into her in one long, slow thrust, eyes locked on hers, hands in her thick dark hair, the taste of her on my lips, and her whispering her love to me over and over as I began to move. We found release in each other while binding ourselves together in a way that I knew would never be broken.

  We would never be broken.

  Not ever again.

  Nineteen

  Gavin

  “We should probably talk about Skylar.” I lay on my back, Kaiti draped across my chest in a contented half-slumber.

  “No…” she grumbled. “You’ll chase away the afterglow.”

  “That just means we get to do it all over again so we can recapture it.” I kissed her head, loving the sound of her sleepy chuckle.

  “I’m not going to like it, am I?”

  I didn’t need to say anything. She was a smart girl.

  She blew out a breath that skittered across my bare chest. “She’s the one, isn’t she?”

  “Looks that way, but we haven’t been able to prove anything yet.”

  “We?” She sat up, propping herself on one elbow.

  I nodded, eyes wide. “Michael stepped up and wanted to help.”

  Her eyes bulged. “No shit?”

  “Yep,” I confirmed, my mouth twisting into an ironic smile. “Apparently, what he did to you on the set, scaring you like that, was Sky’s doing. She’s grasping at straws, thinks she’s about to be written out of the show, that you were slotted to replace her or whatever, so she coerced Michael into trying to scare you off. When that didn’t work, she apparently decided to go bigger.”

  She didn’t say anything, just looked at me blankly for a while.

  It was unnerving.

  “Baby, you okay?”

  She nodded, snapping out of it. “Yep. I mean, of course, I’m pissed off, but…”

  “But what?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. I guess I thought I’d be angrier.”

  “Me too, actually.” I studied her. “You should be fucking livid. I know I am.”

  She lay back on the pillows, still facing me. “I should be, but I’m sort of numb, know what I mean? Like, I’m definitely going to deal with her, but I’m not as stabby as I’d imagined I’d be when I figured out who was responsible.” She wrinkled her brow. “Maybe after a nice dinner and a good night’s sleep—preferably in your arms—I’ll have the energy to cut a bitch. For right now, I think my mind is refusing to switch back into crisis mode because I’m just so incredibly happy you took me back.”

  I rolled onto my side and dropped a kiss onto her swollen lips. “You were never gone from me in the first place, Kaiti-girl. You were mine even when you didn’t want to be, even when you doubted, even when my heart was breaking…you were still mine. You’re a part of me now. I could no more let you go than I could cut off my own arm.”

  “I love you, Gavin-fucking-Lane,” she whispered, eyes shining.

  “I love you too, Kaiti-fucking-Oliver.”

  She reached up and shoved my shoulder, forcing me onto my back. Then she moved to straddle my hips, leaning down to kiss my neck as she wiggled lower, dragging her tongue across my abs as she held my eye. “Let’s see if you truly think it’s better to watch me come than to feel yourself coming down my throat. Once that’s settled, we’ll order in and eat dinner in bed.” She moved lower and took her time licking me from base to tip in one long, hot pass, all the while holding my gaze. “Sound good to you?”

  Instead of answering, I thrust my hips up a fraction and pressed myself to
her lips, shameless in my need for her to put her mouth on me.

  She smirked and full-on kissed the head of my cock, lips warm and soft as she barely grazed it with her tongue. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  With that, she slid me into her mouth, inch by inch until I was fisting the sheets in my hands and fighting for control, so lost in the sensation I could barely speak.

  Okay, so watching her come and watching her stare me down while she sucked me off were pretty much tied…but I’d never tell her that.

  “I need a favor.”

  We were kicked back on the couch, waiting for our multiple food orders to arrive because, well, we’d worked up an appetite and everything sounded good. Pizza and Chinese had topped the list, so we went with both.

  My head felt so heavy I didn’t bother lifting it from the back of the couch, deciding it was easier to roll it to the side as I quirked a brow at her. “A favor? Again? I don’t know if I have it in me, sweetheart.”

  She giggled, her head leaning back against the couch in much the same way as mine. “Technically, I usually have it in me, but that’s not what I was going to ask.”

  I chuckled at her dirty mind.

  The humor swiftly left her eyes and she looked at me with a serious expression. “I need you to go along with whatever happens tomorrow. I’ve already emailed Bryce to arrange to have the cast meet up in the morning, early, before the rest of the crew gets there.”

  “What exactly will I be going along with?” The way she was looking at me had me nervous.

  “Back me up, okay? Whatever I say, whatever I choose, support me without question.” She gave me a pleading look. “Please, Gavin.”

  “I can do that.” I nodded. “Whatever you need from me, I’m prepared to give.”

  “Even if I decide to quit?”

  My whole body reacted to that one, a cold feeling washing over me at the idea of what that might mean for us. But I did what I said I would, I gave her my support. “Even if you decide to quit. You can quit the show as long as you don’t quit me.”

  “Not gonna happen.”

  I turned and started to pull her in for a kiss when a knock at the door interrupted me. I gave her a longing look and went to answer the door, being that I was the only one wearing pants. Before I’d set the pizza on the counter, the Chinese food arrived and we loaded down our plates with food. Plates overflowing, we hurried back to the bedroom.

  There was a television on the low dresser but we didn’t bother turning it on. Instead, we sat in the middle of the bed, picnic style, and stuffed our faces while we talked.

  She wouldn’t elaborate on what was to come the next morning and after a while, I stopped pressing her for info. I’d have to trust that whatever she had planned was the right thing for her, which made it the right thing for me too.

  Whatever she decided, I would have her back.

  She was going to do what came naturally to her…she was going to make this situation her bitch.

  There was still something I had to know, though. “Not that I’m complaining, but what changed your mind about us?”

  She dabbed her mouth with her napkin, eyes turning serious. “I wanted to fix things between us, was desperate to let you back in, but I didn’t know how. I even had this awful dream where everything was closing in on me and you weren’t there to protect me because I’d shut you out. I let that video cost me what I cared about most.” I reached over and gripped her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as she continued. “Then, Evie came running in with her tablet, and I watched your video. When you told the whole world how much you loved me and that you refused to let me be hurt…something inside me clicked into place. I decided I could either let that first video ruin me or I could let yours remind me of everything I had to be thankful for. I chose yours. I chose happiness. I chose you.”

  I leaned across the picnic between us and kissed her forehead. “And you thought I was good at dramatic declarations…”

  Kaiti

  I didn’t think I could sleep so well in a strange apartment. Gavin’s place was nice, far more luxurious than my own, but it wasn’t home, which had worried me at first.

  There was no need, though, since Gavin had so thoroughly worn me out that I fell into an orgasm induced mini-coma and slept a dreamless sleep for the first time in ages.

  I awakened refreshed and invigorated, despite the early hour. I carefully crept out from under the covers and went to wash my face and start the coffee.

  I didn’t have any of my stuff with me but that was the great thing about working in television. There was plenty of makeup and clothes at the studio, so I could roll in looking like zombie death and they’d hook me right up.

  Good thing too, since I had zero fucks to give about my appearance in light of all the other stuff going on.

  While the coffee was brewing, I went in search of a toothbrush and hit pay dirt when I found a brand new one tucked into a drawer in Gavin’s bathroom. I brushed, washed my face, and pulled my hair into a messy knot—literally a knot because I had no hair ties either—at my nape.

  Screw it. Good enough.

  I stepped from the bathroom and was greeted by Gavin’s bare torso as he shuffled across the room in my direction wearing the most adorable sleepy expression.

  “Good morning.” I smiled at the way he scrubbed his hand over his face, while simultaneously tugging his sweatpants up. They’d been riding dangerously low on his hips, giving me a peek at the delicious V that started near his hip bones.

  He peered at me around the hand still rubbing his face. “Did you just sigh?”

  I could feel the blush creeping into my cheeks. “Sorry. You’re just so…” I glanced down and pointedly nodded toward the outline of him against the fabric of his sweats.

  “It’s biology. Happens every morning. But you keep looking at me like that and it’s going to shift into something else entirely.”

  I averted my eyes and slipped past him, smirking as he chuckled at my back. “No time. Get ready. We have to leave soon.”

  “Tease,” he grumbled as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

  The temptation to join him in the shower was almost too much to bear, but I had to concentrate if I was going to get through this day intact.

  I was going in there and kicking some ass, hopefully in the figurative sense but I wouldn’t back down from a literal fight either.

  I was taking my goddamn life back and God help anyone who got in my way.

  “I’m almost afraid to turn it back on,” I muttered, looking at my phone like it was a venomous snake ready to strike.

  “I know the feeling.” Gavin held his up and showed me the blank screen. “I turned mine off as soon as I heard from you without checking the dozen messages Bryce, my agent, and the execs left. I’m betting my ass is grass when we roll into that studio.”

  “I emailed Bryce on the way to your apartment but after that, I turned it off.” I looked thoughtfully at the ceiling of his new rental—the cast changed up cars every few weeks to help stave off the flow of media hounds. “It was kind of nice not having to be a slave to my notifications for a while.”

  “Amen to that,” he agreed, resting one hand on my thigh, the other slung casually across the top of the wheel. He tossed a quick look my way. “You nervous?”

  “Petrified, actually, which means there’s something amazing on the other side of this giant clusterfuck, right?”

  “Ah, I see my pep talk from that first week made an impression. Very good, grasshopper.” He bowed his head at me, smiling.

  “A lot of things about you made an impression on me.” I looked out the window at the darkened sky. It wasn’t even close to sunrise yet and already I was on the way to what had the potential to be either the best or worst day of my life.

  Only time would tell.

  Either way, there was no backing down now.

  “Speed up, Hollywood,” I told him. “I’m ready to get this show on the road.”

  As
soon as we walked into the building, all hell broke loose. Bryce was bitching at Gavin and cutting looks my way that indicated he saw me as a ticking time bomb.

  Good, that means he read the email.

  Skylar stood off to one side of the main hall, watching with something akin to fear on her face. Michael pushed past everyone and stopped in front of us, a sincere apology in his eyes as he asked to speak to me and Gavin privately.

  It was all so much.

  Taking a deep, fortifying breath, I raised one hand to halt the onslaught and gripped tight to Gavin’s hand with the other. Time to take fucking charge.

  “Hold it, hold it. One thing at a time. Can we all migrate to Bryce’s office where we can have privacy in case anyone on the crew shows up early?”

  Skylar snorted but turned and walked in that direction, as did Joey, who had been frantically trying to get my attention as well. Bryce eyed Gavin like he wanted to take a swing at him but I glowered in his direction until he grudgingly turned and walked away. In my email, I’d told him he better play ball this morning or he could find a new Meadow and I’d see him in court. He better have prepped everyone like I asked too, or this would devolve into a literal fight fast.

  The only straggler was Michael, who started talking in a whisper as soon as we three were alone.

  “Sky all but admitted to outing the video,” he blurted, eyeing me sympathetically. “She’s too smart to actually come right out and say it, of course. You don’t vocalize your sins when there’s always a camera around waiting to capture it.” He held up one finger. “But, I think maybe if we made her think there was a way to trace the original anonymous post on the message boards, we can catch her trying to destroy her computer or something.”

  I reached out and gripped his hand, giving him a grateful smile. “Stop, Michael. It’s okay. I really appreciate what you’re trying to do but I don’t need it. It’s not going to put the genie back in the bottle, so to speak. All I can do now is deal with the situation the only way I know how.”