Chapter 13
LEVI
“I fucking love you, Rainne. I’ll burn the whole goddamn world down if they try to take you from me again.” I yank her roughly against me using the edge of her t-shirt and crash our lips together. Our mouths move together in a forced display of passion. In a well-planned, prepared, execution of mechanical movements intended to convince the audience of our undying love.
“Cut!” Francesco yells.
Instantly I step back.
Of course there’s no hesitation. This is my job. I have no personal interest in kissing Lynn. Not now. Not ever. And if you want me to let you in on a little secret, I’m secretly starting to loathe her because I’ve spent more time these past six weeks pretending to screw her than actually getting to sleep with my girlfriend.
“Brilliant!” His hand shakes in the air. “Thought I wanted your hands on her neck, but the ass grab. That….That spoke volumes to your character. To his natural nature. To his soul.”
There’s only one neck my hands belong on that way, and she should be landing at any fucking minute.
“Purely brilliant,” he continues to praise. “Wasn’t that brilliant, Lynn. Didn’t it just feel more possessive? More perfect?”
She eagerly nods her agreement. “Absolutely.”
“You two have so much chemistry.” The small man says tapping the tips of his fingers together. “I think we may end up making many movies together.”
Lynn shoots me a sweet smirk.
She’s a nice chick. Really. She takes her job seriously. She’s respectful of running lines around my video chats with Kady or my family. She’s even come to me for advice on how to deal with being homesick. This is her first major role and the only one where she’s had to be around somewhere for longer than a weekend. We’re friends. Nothing more. I wouldn’t mind working with her again, but I’m not sure Kadence could take it.
“That’s’ it for you two today. Make sure you’ve both received the updated shooting schedule from your assistants.”
I can’t speak quick enough, “Wait. What? I thought we weren’t working this weekend. I thought you were filming with Ian and Logan.”
“It’s why I used the word updated, Mr. Stone,” he rambles off, checking paperwork being offered to him. “You’ve got a combat session and then dry runs of the heist scene, which filming for has now been moved up to Sunday.”
Fuck. Me. It’s bad enough I’ve barely been able to text or call Kady with how grueling our schedule has been lately, but now I’ve gotta drag her around set after promising her we’d have a romantic weekend just the two of us? How do I even break the news to her without expecting a swift kick in the nuts?
Francesco flings the paper out of the crew member’s hands. “Unacceptable! Where is he?! Where is that little prick?!”
“Th-th-that way,” the male cringes.
Our director violently storms away allowing Lynn and me to exit the area. We’re barely off the set before thin print outs are being thrusted towards our faces.
I grumble my displeasure.
Andre meekly makes an attempt to soothe my spirit. “All accommodations have been set for the two of you at the hotel and the car is on its way now to pick up Kady from the airport.”
He’s a great assistant. Always two steps ahead of me leaving just the basic shit for me to do like…act and show up for whatever has been scheduled. Occasionally, when I need him to go the distance, he does without complaints. You think he works so hard for the money or random bonus vacations I send him and his love of the week on?
After sharing in a brief conversation about our matching irritations, I quickly change out of the swimwear I’ve been sporting all day, grab my packed bag, and have Andre rush me to the downtown hotel where my girlfriend is supposed to meet me.
On my way into the lobby I pull the baseball cap down to block more of my face and shove on a pair of sunglasses for good measure.
There have been several reports about us filming here and the media, as always, is hunting for any extra photo they can sniff out. This weekend is already ruined thanks to the change in shooting. The last thing I need is it to be made unsalvageable because we’re being chased by fans and tabloid tools.
“Welcome to The Frost Luxury Hotel. My name is Kelsey. How may I help you?”
I smile at the bubbly blonde behind the counter. “I need to check in.”
“I’ll need your name, a photo ID, and the card you used to book the room.”
Pulling my wallet out of my back pocket, I remove the two items and slide them across to her. “Tristian McAdams.”
She takes them into her possession and checks the info I used to reserve our room.
Before she can ask to see my face, I remove my sunglasses proving my picture matches the one on my license.
Kelsey’s smirk indicates she knows who I am, yet she doesn’t comment on it. “Glad to have you staying with us in the honeymoon suite, Mr. McAdams. It is located on the top floor. You will need to swipe your key in the elevator in order to be granted access to that level. Will you be needing one key or two?”
“Two.”
Her fingers return to typing. “You also paid for the High Roller’s Romance Package for the weekend, is that correct?”
Not sure if I’ll get my money’s worth all things considered, but what the hell? Might as well give Kady what I can.
“Yes.”
“Do you have a specific time you would like your breakfast in bed service or would you prefer to call?”
“Call.”
She nods and types something else. “Please be aware, Mr. McAdams, that it can take up to forty-five minutes to get your meal delivered.” She pushes the identification objects back towards me. “Your personal concierges for the weekend will be Jon and Richie. Would you like some help up with your luggage?”
I adjust the bag on my shoulder. “I’ve got it.”
The professional woman offers me the room keys. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. McAdams. Again, my name is Kelsey. Please feel free to call down if you need anything else.”
“Thank you.” With one last exchange of smiles, I step away from the counter prepared to scan the lobby for Kadence when she comes barreling into my arms. The impact stumbles me backwards, but doesn’t stop me from winding my arms tightly around her. I squeeze hard. Inhale her citrusy scent. Her joy. Her damn essence. All of her subjugates my senses and I feel pressured to squeeze even harder.
Being away from her for weeks is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I know it makes me sound like a raging pussy, like the giant sap I was anxious to never become again, but it’s true. Having to be apart from Kady is harder than living off of uncooked Ramen noodles and questionable yogurt cups. It’s harder than being rejected from auditions for having too much fat on my stomach and not enough bulge in my biceps. It’s harder than casting directors refusing to see me, agents laughing in my face, and being told by numerous people I thought believed in me to not quit my day job. In spite of doing everything we possibly could to stay close during our distance, none of it has felt like enough. Not spending Christmas together was heartbreaking. To make it worse the few minutes we got to video chat was the first time I met her parents, which for the record is not at all how I hoped it would go. I wanted to take them out to a nice meal. Show them a good time. Hope they would proudly embrace me the same way my entire family did Kady at Thanksgiving. Not drunkenly kissing at midnight on New Year’s was maddening. Seeing a bunch of people kiss around the set while I had to picture my sweet girl in my head was basically like telling my balls to get used to the idea of being blue for long periods of time. Oh, and then getting pictures of her snuggled up in my bed during the only week of winter South Haven typically sees had me arguing with Andre about purchasing a private flight to get away for just a night. Fuck, it’s gonna take everything I have in me not to get on the plane with her at the end of this weekend.
Kadence pulls back and playfully tugs at my hat. “Who the hell do you think you’re fooling with this thing?”
The sight of her smile swells my heart. “It’s a good disguise.”
“Not even a disguise. You just look like you’re stealing from wardrobe again.”
She snickers and my lips swiftly descend hers needing to subdue more of the pain pumping through my veins from her absence in my everyday life. Her tongue teases mine, but only for a split second. I tighten my hold again and let my tongue wreak havoc, careless to who is watching. It strikes. Spins. Strokes. It shouts about every ounce of agony we’ve been enduring for the past six weeks. Kady’s hands weakly pound at my chest in a desperate demand to breathe, but I deny her request and kiss her harder. Only when my dick threatens to come in my jeans do I lean back and admire the delirious state she’s slipped into.
I softly sigh, “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too…” Her body hungrily grinds against mine. “Why don’t you take me to our room, and I’ll show you how much.”
My growl rumbles loud enough to gather unwanted attention.
Kady snickers proudly, and I pull her by the hand towards the elevators.
Inside, I hit the button for the top floor, and tug her back into my arms, resting my chin on her shoulder.
She lightly laughs. “You don’t have to hold me hostage, Levi. I’m not going anywhere until Sunday night.”
I shut my eyes in silent protest of doing the right thing of telling her early about the change of plans.
Maybe it would be better to wait not just for my dick’s sake, but for hers. Bad news is much easier to take after you’ve had three or four orgasms.
The elevator stops yet the doors don’t open. I swiftly swipe the key and hand it over to Kadence.
At the same time we’re granted access to our level she questions, “Do we even need keys? Do you really think we’ll be leaving our room?”
My failure to retort hits her like a bullet.
Right on the other side of the now shut doors, she folds her arms across her chest, and snaps, “What is it you’re not telling me?”
I hesitate to answer. “There’s….There’s been some changes to the schedule. Turns out I have to work all weekend.”
Her shoulders noticeably plummet. “Should I just go home? Would it be better?”
“Nothing is better than having you around, Kady. Nothing. I just….” A heavy exhale bounces around the empty hall. “I hate having to break a promise to you. This weekend was supposed to be fun and sex filled and all about you. Having to watch me work and follow me around like a lost puppy needing a home, if that’s what you choose to do, is the exact opposite of what I had planned.”
Curiosity grows on her face. “Will you be able to spend time with me between whatever it is you’re doing? You know when it’s not your turn to be on camera or studying lines?”
Hope hops into my voice. “I’ll fucking make the time if I have to.”
Kadence reaches out for my hands with a wide grin. “You better make the time for fucking.”
The dirty joke receives a loud laugh.
How could anyone not love her? What the fuck was wrong with the men before me? How the hell were they stupid enough to let her go? Never mind. I’m so fucking glad they did.
We continue towards the door at the end of the hall. “You want the schedule run down now or later?”
“Now. It’ll give me more time to mentally prepare.”
“I’ve got choreography class tomorrow-”
“Trying to join the next Justin Timberlake tour?”
“Have I told you I really hate how obsessed you are with him?”
Her snickering rolls my eyes.
I swipe the card to grant us entrance to the suite. “Class is for the bank heist scene.”
“That’s where you have to secret agent takedown like six security guards!”
Helpless at hiding my excitement over her knowing the script so well, I exclaim, “Exactly!” The door shuts quietly behind us and I continue, “I have to meet with the stunt choreographer at six a.m.”
Kady groans.
“Then full run throughs for another couple of hours with the actors who are playing the guards. If everything goes smoothly, we may have tomorrow afternoon and night to ourselves, but if it goes shitty, we won’t be able to sneak away for more than dinner.”
Really praying for a good run. I met the actors during one of my early sessions with the combat choreographer. Only one had never been cast in a role like this before. So...keep your fingers crossed there are portions of this weekend I may be able to save.
“Filming starts at four on Sunday.”
“P.M.?”
“A.M.”
Kadence dramatically drops her head backwards.
“But you can sleep in all weekend, and I’ll have Andre drive you to the set whenever you’re ready.”
She swings her face around to offer me a smile. “Thoughtful.”
“I try.”
Slowly, she begins to soak in our surroundings and the transformation her face takes sends delight throughout my entire system.
The honeymoon suite is almost like a one-bedroom apartment. Directly in front of us is the living room, which has freshly cut roses displayed, fresh strawberries and whip cream on the coffee table, and a roaring fire image crackling on the television screen. Behind it is a small kitchen where there’s an array of chocolate treats lined up along the bar for tasting.
I link one of my fingers with Kady’s and casually start leading her down the small hall to the bedroom.
There’s an immediate gasp out of her that she tries to catch with her hand. Candles are positioned all around the area along with rose pedals. Beside the bed is a small sitting area with two chairs as well as a tiny round table which is currently home to a chilled bottle of champagne and a set of glasses.
She tries to shake her head, though she seems too astounded to move. “This is….unbelievable.”
“You haven’t even seen the best part.” Dropping my bag, I toss her a nod to do the same. Once she has, I take both her hands into mine and guide us to the bathroom. While the room is also lit with candles, the oversized Jacuzzi tub has rose pedals covering it and oils on the side to add to it or use on one another. It’s positioned in the corner beside a huge glass window that overlooks the city skyline. “We can see out, but people can’t see in.”
“You did all this for me?” Kadence’s voices shakes. “Is this an anniversary I forgot about or something?”
I lightly chuckle and bring our bodies closer together. “No. I just wanted our first weekend to be special.”
Trouble of my favorite kind begins to brew in her eyes. “Wanna get in the tub?”
Loving the fact I have not only erased bubble baths and hot tubs from her list of waters to fear, but that she’s at a point where she’s suggesting that’s what we do, I let my excitement expand across my entire expression.
No time is wasted in getting naked and into the water. Elation over finally being physically connected again accelerates all of our actions. Every movement is executed without thought until Kadence is straddled above me, pussy just inches from the tip of my throbbing dick.
An unwanted alarm bell begins to ring causing me to abruptly yank our lips apart. “I need to grab a rubber from my wallet.”
Her head moves back and forth in what feels like slow motion. “Not this time.”
“Wh-” My cock is unexpectedly engulfed in the blazing heat of her pussy. I groan at the temperature. The tightness. The trust given without longer deliberation. My fingertips burrow into the curve of her ass. “Damn, Kady.”
As she sinks to the hilt, she sighs my name like an invocation, “Levi.”
Her muscles constrict around my cock and not coming immediately seems to be an impossible task.
Look, I’ve never done it like this before. Even with Anna. It didn’t matter she was the only chick I had ever been with or that she was on the pill. She wasn’t willing to take any chances and at the time neither was I. But now? A huge part of me wants, Kadence carrying my son or daughter, swollen with our love in the form of a baby. She takes the birth control shot, so I know it won’t be soon, but getting rid of the condom may put us a step closer. What? Clean? Of course I’m clean. And she knows it. I showed her the results after my last physical.
Kadence lifts herself up only to lower herself down again. She begins a leisurely bouncing my dick isn’t prepared to handle. The way her pussy gradually glides on my cock is sexual torture. I grumble my displeasure and relocate my touch to her tits. A small breath is stolen when my thumbs brush across her nipples, but my name is sacrificed when I give them a tug. Greedy groans fester in my throat as I repeat the action again and again. Each pull encourages her body to move faster. Ride me harder. Her hands brace themselves on my shoulders while her head falls backwards, my name now the only word she’s capable of saying. I jerk my hips up to meet each thrust, determined to let my dick devour every quiver her pussy delivers. She explodes on the faintest squeak and shreds the last restraint holding my orgasm at arm’s length. In a symphony of untamed moans and ferocious groans, her pussy swallows every scorching spurt I surrender. Her body gorges on the orgasm and mine fights to feed it a feast. My cock continues to pump until my balls are aching in emptiness. I collapse against the edge of the tub while Kadence’s pussy laves my dick with aftershocks. On a depleted grunt, she crumples on top of me, face cushioned on my wet chest.
We can’t make love like this all weekend. I won’t have any energy left to get out of bed let alone do any acting.
It takes longer than predicted for either of us to move. We eventually drain the tub, rinse off in between luscious kisses, and wrap ourselves in the cushiony towels. We settle ourselves in the king-sized bed, too spent to enjoy the rest of the suite. I pour us glasses of champagne and let Kady pick what to put on the T.V.
Her choice of the musical Chicago causes me to smirk.
It’s like her two favorite things smashed into one.
She only has a sip of champagne before she winds herself around me. She nuzzles her face against my uncovered chest. Traps my leg between hers. Throws an arm around my waist making it impossible to move without her permission. The position should feel suffocating yet it’s borderline not enough.
I stroke her arm and periodically kiss her forehead.
The faint singing of what I know to be her favorite song informs me of how close to sleep she truly is.
“This song seems a bit extreme.”
My teasing receives a small smile.
“Should a man really be killed over chewing gum?”
Her airy laugh tickles my skin. “Just take the lesson it’s presenting.”
“Don’t piss off your wife?”
“Precisely.”
I cock a crooked grin and peer down at her. My mouth moves to continue the argument until I drink in her peaceful nature. Silently, I admire how perfect she fits into my arms. Into my life. The emotions get the better of me and I quietly state, “I can’t make it another six weeks without you in my arms, babe.”
She softly hums her agreement.
“Swear, you’ll come see me again sooner.”
There’s no reply.
“Anytime you have Kadence,” I continue even though I’m convinced I’m talking to myself. “Anytime, I’ll take it. I want it.” My lips press to the side of her head. “I love you.”
I let my own eyes close accepting her slumberous state.
“I love you too, Levi.” The words are accompanied with a tight squeeze and heavy breathing.
I need this woman in my arms…permanently. There’s only one way to make it a guarantee, and I think it’s time I start preparing for it.