Snowed In With The Stuntmen: A Reverse Harem Romance (Behind the Scenes Book 1)

by Riley Love

  “You brought toys?” The last word lost volume. I wished he’d backed me against the wall again. My legs were shaking. “Are you sure this isn’t a thing you do?”

  He narrowed his eyes, wrinkling his nose with confusion. “It’s a thing I do, Albany. It’s one of many things I do.”

  Shut up and find out about the rest of these things. There’s no moral high road here, so stop trying to take it. “But this isn’t something that…all of you do…every movie you’re on?”

  He sighed. “We’re not preying on you because it’s something we do. We’ve been friends for years, but we don’t get to work together like this often. Maybe a day or two. So this arrangement? It’s…unusual for all of us. I’ve never shared a woman with anyone before.”

  Now it was my turn to cock an eyebrow. “Not even a threesome?”

  “No.” I’d swear he growled. “When I’m with a woman, all my attention is on her.”

  “Oh.” I gripped the sash, accidentally loosening the knot. The satin gaped at the neckline, revealing the thin strip of lace holding my bra together and nothing else but bare skin. I wasn’t quite sure what was happening under the sash, but from Garrett’s reverent expression, I assume he knew I wore a matching set. That my panties were sheer. And wet.

  He stepped closer, squeezing my hands before moving them away from the only thing that stood between me baring myself to him—the looped sash. A slow tug pulled the belt totally out of its loops. With a few twists of his wrist, he had it curled around his muscled forearm, like he considered the sash the newest trick in the bag he brought.

  I shrugged out of the robe and walked toward my bed, the echo of my heels clicking on the laminate the only sound in the room.

  Garrett didn’t follow. Interesting. I expected a tackle from behind, to land on the bed with the weight of his body holding me down. Instead, he leaned against the wall, watching me. I put my knee on the bed, and turned over my shoulder. The skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled. It was so honest, so fucking sexy. Like last night, I fought the urge to ask him to tell me everything. I didn’t want this man to remain a mystery to me.

  But we’d get to know each other in other ways. I turned so I sat on the bed, legs open slightly. Still nothing. My body was going crazy wanting him to touch me. I wanted his tongue all over and his cock inside me. Like last night, I wouldn’t beg. I’d make him break first.

  Our gazes locked. His arms crossed against his chest, and his biceps tensed, looking even more jacked than usual. This man was like Texas—everything was bigger on him. I spread my legs wider, and his chest rose with anticipation as I brought my fingers to my panties.

  I could barely feel anything through the tingles as I traced the pattern on the sheer lace. My pussy was pulsing wildly before the slow, torturous circles got to my clit. I ran my finger back and forth, through the thin fabric, over the sensitive nub, never taking my eyes off Garrett.

  His mouth opened, and he licked his lips. If he felt anything like I did, it was like he’d been in the desert for too long and he’d seen a mirage. I pushed the fabric aside, and I sent an electric shock through my own body when I made contact. My head fell back as the impulses surged through my body, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. With eyes squeezed shut, I could still feel Garrett’s gaze on me. Like sunlight.

  I’d never gotten myself off in front of someone else before. It was scary and exciting to be so vulnerable for him. So raw and open. Literally. I squeezed my clit between my knuckles and moaned.

  “Fuck.” Garrett’s voice vibrated over the surface of my skin, joining forces with my building orgasm. He strode over to me. His hair was fucked up liked he’d been pulling it, losing his mind, watching me. The very thought of it was enough to break me apart.

  He grabbed my ankle, pulling my legs further apart, putting his big hand over mine. Taking over for me as I lost control, he led my fingers in frantic circles and applied pressure when I writhed with pleasure. My hand fell away, and it was all Garrett, his rough fingers against my slick, sensitive skin, slipping inside my cunt and curling forward.

  I’d barely recovered from the first wave of my orgasm when the next crashed against me.

  He had the nerve to chuckle. “I like it when you let go. You’re always so worried about what everyone else thinks when you’re on set.”

  It took so much effort to open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows. “Are you going to tell me you how much of a brat I am too?”

  “Who told you that?”

  “Ethan.” And never for a second had I stopped to consider he might be full of shit.

  Garrett shook his head. “Never heard that before. But I don’t pay a lot of attention to what people say. I watch what they do. It says a lot more.”

  I trembled, catching my breath, and this man surprised me at every turn. “What do I do?”

  He slid my body into his lap and put his arms around me. Our fingers were intertwined against the sheer fabric over my pubic bone. It still pulsed wildly with him so close. “You watch people too. But you’re watching them for a different reason. To see if they’re paying attention to you. How they react. And you withdraw if you don’t like what you see.”

  It was all true, and I hated that it was so transparent.

  “You’re doing it now. It’s like all the air went out of your body.” He placed a kiss on the top of my head. “Fuck ‘em, Albany. Fuck all of them. You don’t need their validation. What you did on this bed was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. You did that for you, and you know what you want and what makes you feel good. Why can’t you do that on set?”

  “Get myself off?” My smile was shaky as I peered up at him. “Pretty sure I’d get fired.”

  I stopped myself before I said and the paparazzi… Because that was exactly the shit he was talking about. I edited everything I did because I was worried about getting caught looking like an asshole. But then I gave them reason to label me as fake, elusive, or a brat. It wasn’t me. It was a role I sucked at playing.

  He threw his head back and laughed. “That would be so hot. But that’s not what I mean. Stop giving them what they want. It’s making you miserable. Give them you.”

  I sat up, shook out my hair, and looked back at Garrett. He exuded a mix of confidence and amusement, like he gave zero fucks about anything because he didn’t have to. No one challenged him. He was strong and beautiful and good at his job. All the things I struggled with. I was on my knees, the heat of his crotch searing my thighs when I leaned against him to kiss him. I didn’t have words for what I wanted to tell him, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t express how much I appreciated his candor.

  His fingers danced over my skin as we kissed, and he dragged my bra strap over my shoulder. “I was worried you wouldn’t want to do this anymore after I said that.”

  I shook my head. I barely had a chance to get words out between kisses. “I want to show you the real me.” As much as it scared me. “And I still want to know what’s in that bag.”

  He chuckled. “Do you now?”

  Both bra straps were down to my elbows, and my nipples scraped the edge of the lace on the cups. One false move… I was already out. Garrett’s gaze fell to the taut nubs, and he licked his lips. How did he make me feel like the most powerful person in the world? I wasn’t even the most powerful person in this room.

  “I do.”

  His expression changed, from that open-mouthed, almost innocent reverence to something that threatened to set me on fire. “What are you willing to do to find out?”

  I’d already sucked his dick and gotten myself off. Most of the boundaries had already been crossed. “What did you have in mind?”

  “You have no idea.” A low rumble emitted from his throat as he hooked his fingers in the middle of my bra. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get the girl.”

  I arched my back, expecting him to reach back and unhook it. But my stuntman snapped the damn thing in half. I was going to need a lot of new
lingerie after this weekend.

  “Will you now?” I was playing a dangerous game of hide and seek.

  “Damn straight.” He palmed my breast. “I like these. A lot.”

  He lowered his lips to my nipple. Licking, sucking, making the peaks so excruciatingly hard I moaned. I was on the brink of pleasure and pain, and all I knew was I wanted more.

  His hand pushed down the plane of my stomach, over the garter belt, and inside my panties. I didn’t think this outfit through. I felt sexy and I looked hot, but it would be a big, tangled mess when we tried to get it off. But I didn’t fucking care anymore when his fingers reached my clit, still sensitive and swollen from my solo session.

  I reached back and unhooked the belt. Problem solved. Garrett flicked his gaze up from my tits, a smile barely visible. But those eyes. I’d do anything to make him look at me like that. That feeling like the first day of summer, my toes sinking in the sand…

  He slipped his finger inside me, thrusting up and curling forward. My back arched. This man was going to leave me a quivering mess, and it wouldn’t be an easy recovery. The effects would last long after this night, long after the movie ended.

  Garrett sat up, but his finger stayed inside me. “What are your limits?”

  I took a moment to think about it. “Animals are out of the question. Otherwise…a day ago I would’ve said having sex with a coworker—”

  “But you were with that dickhead Kyle.”

  Which backed up the reasoning for my broken rule. “And look how that turned out.” At least I could laugh about it now. “Okay, having sex with four coworkers in one weekend. I probably would’ve said no to that, and that would’ve been stupid. So I’m open. Within reason.”

  His finger slipped out of my cunt, and I jumped when he teased my asshole. “Is this within reason?”

  “I think so.” Panic rose inside me. “I’ve done it before, but it wasn’t good.”

  “No? Kyle didn’t know what he was doing?”

  I shook my head. “Nope, I never let him try. A guy in college tried to plead the wrong hole story and jammed it in there without any warning, and it hurt. A lot.”

  There’d been roughly a thousand signs that relationship was doomed before he barged in my backdoor, but I couldn’t even look at him after that without contempt.

  “Idiot.” Garrett frowned. “It can be really fucking incredible.”

  “Have you ever…” A vision of Garrett with Ethan flashed in my mind, naked and writhing together, neither willing to give up dominance. I had to figure out how to ask them if that was on the menu this weekend too.

  He kissed me. “It can be really fucking incredible,” he repeated. So he had. Good. To. Know.

  “Show me.” This was a huge step for me. Ever since the incident, I’d swatted away anyone who ventured back there and told them no. Hard limit. Panic button. Pumpkin pie. So why did I trust an almost stranger to treat me better than men I’d shared my lives with? Thought I had a future with? Easy. Because there was no bullshit about what this was. And when the bullshit peeled away, all that was left was honesty.

  Garrett climbed off the bed and grabbed the small, gray duffel bag that had been left in the doorway. It hadn’t been forgotten. He winked at me when he came back. Unzipping the bag, he lay the toys on the bed.

  “You always travel with these?” There were more than I’d ever owned in my life. All different colors and sizes. I picked up a purple one with circles of descending sizes.

  “I was a Boy Scout. They taught me to always be prepared.” He gave a playful shrug. I wished he was naked. I’d have to do something about that, but right now, I wanted to hear more about these toys. “That one is a good choice. If you’re willing to give anal another try, I think you’ll like it.”

  “Let’s do it.” My chest was tight. I dropped the toy and tugged on the bottom of his shirt. I needed a distraction so I stopped thinking about last time.

  Garrett knew what I wanted. He stripped out of the shirt, revealing tanned, washboard abs and pierced nipples. So hot. The jeans were next. I already knew he hadn’t bothered with underwear, but that ass. Fuck. High and round and perfect.

  “Can I…” I didn’t have the courage to finish the question.

  “What do you want to do, Albany?” His voice was soft, and I knew I was safe and my fear was stupid.

  “I want to put one of those in you.”

  “You want to put a plug in my ass?” He grinned, filling in all the details I left blank. I nodded. “Let me show you how to do it first so you know what it feels like when it’s right. You already know what it’s like when it’s wrong.”

  He stripped the remaining lingerie away from my body, kissing me the whole time. After two orgasms, I was putty in his hands. Once I was undressed, his fingers slipped between my legs, and he moaned against my lips, like my wetness, my readiness, was a surprise. I opened wider for him, needing everything he had to give me. The kiss ended with a gasp, and he flipped me onto my stomach.

  I didn’t want him to spank me. I wanted to keep everything that happened with Ethan separate from Garrett.

  He didn’t. Instead, he gripped my still tender ass cheek and reached into the bag again.

  “Relax,” he said. “I can feel you tensing up.”

  “I’ll try.” I swallowed hard and focused on the scene outside the window. The storm was in full swing—big, silent flakes blanketing everything. So beautiful and so destructive at the same time. How something so seemingly delicate could have such power…

  Garrett poured something cold on my backside and rubbed it into my skin. “Lube.”

  He massaged the tender skin on my ass, running his hands up to my lower back and down my thighs. I concentrated on the way his touch felt, how pretty the snow was, and how much I felt like the woman I always wanted to be when I was with him.

  Could I make this last? Or would it melt away, like the snow?

  Silly thought, and I already knew the answer.

  Garrett eased my thighs apart. Heat rolled off his body when he leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Ready?”

  I nodded, but I knew I had to say the words. Ask for what I wanted. “I am.”

  “I’m gonna start slow.” His hand trailed down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Trust me, Albany.”

  The craziest part was I did. He circled my opening with his finger before pushing the tip inside. My eyes widened, and it hurt—but I liked it. He slid in further, thrusting slowly, fucking my ass with his finger. I curled my fingers into the mattress to keep myself steady. I had to trust Garrett to keep me from freefall.

  “That’s good, isn’t it?” His voice was like honey. “I know you liked the beads, but I’ve got another idea. Can I try it?”

  “Yes.” Sensation was flooding my body, heat and emotion tangled, and I writhed with each thrust. Wanting more. Needing him to go deeper. To see what else I’d been missing.

  His finger came out, and I felt empty. I wanted Garrett inside me. All the way inside me, everywhere possible. He scraped his teeth over my ass cheek, laughing when my head came up on the bed. Another dose of lube and another massage, and I was ready to scream when there was once again pressure against my hole.

  “Tip that beautiful ass up a little bit for me. That’s it.” Something slid inside me, and it wasn’t Garrett. “How does that feel?”

  There weren’t words for it. The fullness was there, but I was frustrated as fuck that it wasn’t a part of him. “I want more.”

  He laughed. “Fearless, aren’t you, once you break out of your shell? You’ll get more. I promise you, you’ll get everything you ever wanted.”

  Garrett flipped me over, and I landed on the mattress with a bounce. My legs were open, and he grasped my thigh roughly with one hand, while running the other up and down the length of his cock. At this angle, it looked huge. Everything about Garrett was larger than life.

  Seconds later, I got what I wanted. Him inside me again. But this time, he wa
sn’t gentle, slamming his cock inside me over and over again. I’d never felt so full before, and as he caged me in, his sweat dripping onto my skin, so desired. So beautiful.

  I shouldn’t have known his body so well already, but I did. My muscles clamped down on him, never wanting to let him go. His cock swelled, and he pulled out, spraying his cum on my stomach.

  “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. My heart pounded with the realization we’d been so lust drunk we forgot all about a condom. “I’m as bad as the guy who plowed in your ass without warning.”

  “No, you’re not.” At least he could make me laugh. “I should’ve said something.”

  “I’m sorry.” He collapsed next to me. I wished he’d kiss me, but he didn’t. The moment wasn’t only over; it was ruined. “I’m clean. I can tell you a million reasons it will be okay. But it doesn’t matter. I should’ve known better, and I’m an asshole.”

  “It’s okay.” I smoothed his damp hair away from his face, and he flinched. “I could’ve said something too. You’re not an asshole.”

  I wondered if I’d get another chance to prove that to him.

  Chapter Seven

  Housekeeping had their work cut out for them. My bed was stained and sticky from lube and of course the sex, and my shit was everywhere. It was still early when Garrett left last night, and I busted open a bottle of wine to ease the pain of the way our time together ended. The afternoon had been so epically amazing, and I hated that he was so mad at himself about the condom. I didn’t even have a chance to tell him I was on birth control. Not that it made it right, but it eased the blow. It summed up this weekend—all the emotion without the time for explanation. That when the plows came and moved the snow away, our lives would go back to the way they were before.

  But I wouldn’t be the same woman I was before the storm, and that was why I was going through with the agreement. This wasn’t some slutty bucket list. It was my awakening, and I was ready to shout it from the rooftops.

  So I headed out of the room, with the tang of sex clinging to me even after my shower. I was starving and a little hungover. I didn’t get my shit together in time for breakfast. The restaurant had been packed yesterday morning, and I hoped Garrett didn’t think I was avoiding him. I couldn’t worry about the rest of the guys yet until I had some closure with him.