Chapter 8

Riley

His answer stung me in a way that left me wanting to find a bathroom and let out a few tears. I glanced back toward the water and swallowed the hot ball of anger in my throat. Why had I even asked? It wasn't my business. I'd already made that determination, and to follow through with asking him about the girl only left me looking like a love-sick idiot, which I wasn't.

"That's very true." I shrugged and let out a soft sigh as if I was totally taken by the beauty of the ocean. "Whoever she was, she was beautiful."

He snorted and shook his head. "This life isn't easy. It's not like I can have a real relationship. All I have is a few warm bodies to keep offering me false hope that there is more to love than a quick fuck."

Now he was cracking. Some nefarious part of me wanted to clap and release a maniacal laugh. I wanted down into his heart. Wanted to know who the real Ethan Lewis was. It would take time to find him through the layers of lies and false character roles he'd taken on over his short life, but I had hope that eventually I would stand face to face with a man that no one had seen before. The real him.

"Are you saying that I should find a few bodies to keep me warm too?" I didn't look his way, I couldn't.

"You have Jace, remember?" He pressed his forearms to the railing and turned to stare at me.

"But when we're gone for months at a time." I glanced over at him, which was a complete mistake. The desire in his eyes was palpable. He knew how to get what he wanted, and if I planned to survive for any extended period around him, my best bet would be to deflect or to make sure that I wasn't at all what he thought he wanted. Something told me that neither plan was necessarily good enough to leave me free from yearning for his attention or his affection.

"You're willing to cheat on your boyfriend?" His words had an almost laugh accompanying them. "He wouldn't mind having someone work you into a sweaty mess?"

"We have an open relationship." I shrugged as if it were no big deal. It was a partial truth at least.

"Interesting." He pressed his shoulder to mine. "No sleeping with anyone in a foreign country, and honestly, you need to be careful in general. Have you lived anywhere besides Los Angeles?"

"No. I grew up there and have always lived within a three-mile radius of where I am now." I sounded as naive as I felt all of a sudden.

"Right, well, let me tell you from intimate experience that the world is happy to offer you love, lust and a good fucking time until the morning sun comes up. Then you're on your own to deal with the consequences of your momentary needs." He rolled his eyes and grimaced. "I'm lucky that nothing has happened thus far, but I'm sure my turn is coming."

"Why chance it? Just find someone from your childhood that you know and feel safe with and have a friends with benefits-type set up." I hated to push him in that direction, but the emotion on his face left me with little choice. Offer myself up, which wasn't happening, or help him find something more reasonable for his lonely nights. This was me, of course, assuming that blondie with the big tits wasn't an old friend.

"I don't have friends from childhood, Riley. I've lived this life the whole time, remember?" He pressed his shoulder to mine again. "It's all good. I have a few girls I can call on, but we're not talking about me... we're talking about you, this is assuming that you're the kind of girl who wants or needs sex on a regular basis to keep sane."

We were getting a little too intimate for my liking. There was no way in hell that I was telling him that I was the kind of woman that would prefer sex at least once a day if it was available, and that was a minimum. Half of my depression or fucked up mood swings lately had come from me and Jace becoming less and less regular. To have months between sessions meant that my punch card at the Love Shack was getting used more often than not. I'd been through three vibrators in the last six months, and more batteries than I cared to consider.

"So the blond was just one of your girls?" I smiled as he growled softly beside me.

"Yes. Jazz is one of my girls. You're horrible at deflecting, though you try to use that card all the damn time." He shook his head as his eyes moved across my face. "Do you like a lot of sex in your life, or just a little here and there?"

"That's none of your business." I lifted my eyebrow, throwing him back the same sinking life vest that he offered me moments before.

"Sure it is." He stood up and I turned to face him. "I was going to offer myself up in your times of need, but if you're looking for three times a day, I figured I might have to start charging you."

Heat swelled deep inside my belly. Ethan Lewis was offering himself up to be my personal sex slave? Surely not.

"And what exactly would you charge for an all-nighter, Mr. Lewis?" I lifted my fist toward his face as if I had a mic. "Your adoring fans want to know."

"Hmm..." he glanced around and gave me a contemplative look, as if he were deep in thought. "I think it would be based on services rendered. For oral sex, we'll go with a hundred thousand dollars."

My nipples tightened to the point of aching. "And are we talking about giving or receiving?"

"Oh, giving. I love pussy." He licked at his lips, toying with me. How we'd jumped this deep into the pool was beyond me, but I wasn't willing to relent or let him know for a second just how insanely turned on I was.

"Of course, and what about them giving oral sex? Would that be a charge too, or-"

"Heavens yes." He gave me a cute look. "However, I would be willing to give a deep discount if the girl could properly give a blow job."

"Properly... hmm, that's interesting. Do you have a handbook that I could pass out, by chance?" I fanned myself and let my eyelashes flutter as if he were getting to me.

He laughed deep in his chest, stealing my heart with the sound. He might not know anything about me, and I might only know the surface of who he really was, but after watching him grow up on screen for the last ten years, I loved various parts of who I thought him to be. We all did. It was impossible not to.

"A handbook. Now that is a great idea."

I pulled down my hand as Liam joined us. The warmth that spread up my chest and coated my cheeks was all too real this time. Where I could be playful and have a bit of fun with Ethan, it felt trite to do it with anyone else, at least to the extreme we were taking it.

"A handbook for what?" Liam moved to my side and leaned against the railing behind me.

"For cock sucking. Riley thinks that my fans might like to have an instructional manual on how to please me. She might be on to something here." Ethan wagged his eyebrows, obviously very comfortable in front of his brother.

"Oh, I like that. Would we have pictures and how-tos?" Liam winked at me. "You know it might be hard to get that monster to fit on the page. We could shrink it down and just have a caption off to the side that says, 'not actual size'."

I laughed and snorted before pressing my hand to my face. "You guys are horrible."

"Yes, we love depravity as much as the next guy." Liam shrugged.

"Or girl." Ethan pointed to me. "She might be able to give us a run for our money."

"We have lots of it between the two of us." Liam chuckled softly.

Deza walked up and put her hands on her hips. "What are you three plotting over here?"

"World domination," Liam offered up. "You want in?"

"Actually, the best way to suck a dick." Ethan gave an innocent look and shrugged.

"World domination through cock sucking." I couldn't help it, and the look I got from all three of them was well worth the comment leaving my lips.

"Oh, hell no." Deza grabbed my hand and pulled me away from them. "The last thing we need is for these two to influence you. No more talking to them together."

"It was Ethan." I glanced over my shoulder as he flipped me off with a sexy smile on his lips. "Make the manual. We can sell it next to the popcorn at our next movie."

"I like the sound of that," he called after me.

"What? The manual?" I pulled from Deza and turned to face him. I almost lamented over him having put his shirt back on, but no matter what he was wearing or wasn't, he was still a heart-throb through and through.

"Well, that, yes, but the thought of the next movie being ours." He winked at me and turned as Liam started to give him hell over being sentimental.

I let out a soft sigh and dropped down beside Frank as Ethan's offer raced through my mind. Had he offered to be my fuck-buddy while we were traveling? Surely not.

Yes, the hell he did.

"Uh oh." Frank reached out and patted my knee. "You got that look in your eyes that scares most men with any sense in their heads."

I laughed. "And what look would that be?"

"It's manipulation 101. You're trying to figure out how to get what you want and make the other guy or gal involved think it was their idea. I know how you smart girls work." He lifted his eyebrow, giving me a knowing look.

"Wow. You're good." I glanced up at Deza. "What're the rules on dating or sleeping with your co-workers on the set?"

"You and Ethan are not getting together. Hands off. Completely."

I lifted my hands. "I'm not interested in Ethan, but I didn't see anything about me dating the cameraman or one of the extras. People find themselves in precarious situations all the time. I want to be prepared. What're the rules, or are there any?"

"Just be smart about your decisions." Frank leaned back and closed his eyes as he clasped his hands over his belly. "Our jobs are hard enough as it were. You being pissy at someone on set during filming because of a break up or some other drama would just make it worse. And Deza is right. As much as you and Ethan seem to be hitting it off, it needs to be a solid working friendship and nothing more. No love or lust. It would fuck up everything, and you just got started."

"Good to know." I glanced down toward him to find him watching me closely.

Conflicting emotions tore up my insides, but I knew myself well enough to know that if nothing else happened, Ethan and I would most certainly be sharing a long sweaty night together, and it would be soon if I had any say in it.