Scott
I jog up the driveway and bang on Kayla’s door. I run my hand through my hair and hope she’s home.
I need to see her and make sure she’s okay. I still can’t believe the way Ian fucking speaks to her. She’s such a great chick, smart, with an ass to die for, and all-around gorgeous.
Just thinking about her makes me horny.
“Hi.”
I didn’t notice her open the door. Now that she’ standing in front of me in that skimpy dress, the hemline just covering her ass, I’m lost for words…briefly.
“Hey.” I smile my most charming smile.
“Want to come in?”
Do I ever?
“If it’s okay?” I play it cool. I don’t want to frighten her. She looks so vulnerable.
I just want to wrap my arms around her and protect her. Well, there are other things I want to do to her as well, but they might happen later.
“Of course it’s okay.” Kayla takes a step back and invites me in. “It’s more than okay,” she adds as I walk past her.
“Coffee? Water? Beer? Wine?”
My insides melt as I watch her make her way into the kitchen. Her butt wiggles from side to side, and I can’t get enough of looking at those gorgeous legs of hers.
“What are you having?”
Kayla gets on her tiptoes and reaches for a glass in her top shelve. As she does so, I watch her dress ride up a little, and I feel a stirring between my legs.
“Easy, boy,” I say and keep feasting my eyes on her ass. I have to restrain myself from grabbing her and pushing my dick into her pussy, right here, right now. “Everything in good time” I tell myself.
“Bubbles,” she replies and turns back to face me with two tall glasses in her hand.
“Me too.”
After I get to watch her bend over to retrieve a bottle out of the fridge and catch a glimpse of her G-string, my cock is ready for action. Fuck, this chick is hot and knows how to push my buttons.
I follow Kayla into the living room where she drapes her curvy body over the lounge. She pats the spot next to me, and I sit down.
“You okay after the shoot the other day?” I ask and watch her. I love the little dimples in her cheek when she smiles.
She shrugs.
“Ed’s not going to take it well.” It’s more of an observation than a question. “And Ian will probably become even harder to work with.”
“I can handle Ed.” I sound more confident than I feel. The punch might have just handed someone the perfect reason for me being the one killed off.
I don’t want to be the one who gets the chop. I want to keep working with Kayla. I hadn’t realized before how bad I want to stay on the show for this woman’s sake.
Ces’t la vie, I think, as long as they don’t punish my Kayla for it. Her career shouldn’t suffer at the hands of fuckwits like Ed and Ian.
“What’s so funny?”
Kayla’s question leaves me a little embarrassed. I can’t tell her I just thought of her in terms of mine.
“The look on Ian’s face when my fist collided with his.” It’s true—that was funny and very satisfying.
“I have to say,” Kayla tells me, takeing a sip of her drink. “It was good to see. He is such a…” she pauses, obviously looking for the right word.
“Dick,” I provide for her.
She laughs.
I love the way she laughs. She throws her head back just a little, exposing her sensuous neck—a neck I just want to smother in kisses.
“I didn’t want to upset you,” I say.
Kayla laughs.
“You didn’t. I mean, it felt good to see him get what he deserves.”
My left hand moves from the couch onto her outstretched leg. I love the feel of her soft skin.
“At least tomorrow there won’t be gossip about you or Brad.” I keep stroking her leg. “The focus will be on the punch I threw.”
To underline my point, I throw the punch into the air with my right hand.
“It’s not the press, Scott. It’s Ed. Ed’s going to be furious.” Kayla leans back against the seat of the couch. “Ed will make us pay.”
“Ed...Ed can get fucked.”
Kayla laughs again.
“How’s your hand?”
I love how she sounds so sincere, like she really cares. And I think she does care.
I hold out my right hand and pretend to examine it.
“It’s fine. I’ve done worse during workouts. Ian’s soft all over, even in the head.”
Kayla lifts her head and shifts position. She moves closer to me. Slowly, deliberately, she takes my hand.
Little butterfly kisses cover my hand. If this is how she thanks me, I must punch Ian more often.
She stops, and I want to push her head back down, maybe even farther down than my hand.
“I just want to thank you for,” she pauses, “standing up for me like that. You were awesome.”
Her eyes practically melt my insides. Gosh, she’s hot.
“It’s okay,” I mutter and notice how dry my mouth suddenly feels.
Kayla gets off the couch and repositions herself on top of me, her legs on either side of me.
Involuntary, my hands rest on her hips.
Kayla smiles and wiggles on me from side to side. My insides start to burn with desire.
Before I know it, her lips are on mine. They are soft, sensual, and needy. I open my mouth and invite her tongue to find mine.
As we kiss, I hear her little groans. My left hand leaves her hips and pushes under her short skirt to find her wet pussy.
Her lips are pushing down on mine, and her kiss becomes even more intense, if that’s even possible.
My other hand finds its way to her breasts and starts playing with her nipples.
Thank god I’ve come to check on how she is.