Chapter 15
Lyra
A few minutes later, he whisked me away to the throne of books while the guys got ready. The photographer stood with his back to me while the female fluffer—God, this was weird, talked to me about what was about to happen. You know when you had picture day at school, and everyone was excited. This was nothing like that. Everything was choreographed. There was someone for lighting. Someone else stood near a fan.
It was all too much.
The photographer, Chad, came over to introduce himself, then made a beeline back to his equipment. So much for a pep talk. I ran my hands down the front of my skirt as nervous energy filled my gut. I knew this was going to be an amazing shoot, just by what I’d seen with Lowe, but me, getting naked and doing the same? I didn’t know if I had the internal fortitude to do so.
“Are we ready?” Chad asked, turning toward where Lowe and the guys stood.
“Everything is good here,” Cole replied, removing his robe.
I swore my eyes popped out of my head when I saw the silk boxers they wore. Short shorts were the best way to explain them. They hugged their muscular thighs and left little else to the imagination. In fact, the only people fully dressed were me and Lowe. Between the four of them, Chad blocked out how he wanted the photos to be shot, then gave smaller directions for head tilt and expressions.
Lowe stood behind me while Jonesy, Scott, and Cole knelt in front of us. In one photo, I pressed the heel of my shoe into Cole’s shoulder, pushing him back slightly while looking down on him. The next shot, Lowe leaned forward, pressing his face to my neck while sliding his hand down between my breasts to my stomach.
In another, Jonesy reached for me while Scott put his hands on my thighs. Then the atmosphere changed. Chad gave us a minute to reorganize while Scott asked if I put everything on the garment bag.
“I did. Why?” I’d worn nothing like the lingerie they’d picked out for me. The white corset zipped up the front while the laces were long enough, I could pull them until I cinched bustier. The panties and garter made me feel like a girl and not just some farm hand from the midwest. While the sinfully comfortable stockings hugged my thick thighs.
“You’re getting undressed now,” Scotty said. “This will be like what Lowe did earlier only you’ll be wearing the lingerie.”
I swallowed hard. “Seriously?”
He nodded. “You’re going to look so good. I already know it. Just pretend it’s only us.”
“Where do I change?”
“Here,” he said. “Keep the shoes on.”
I snorted. Oh great. No privacy.
Stripping out of my clothes, even though I knew I wasn’t naked, and I’d done this back in high school, didn’t calm the nervous butterflies battering my insides. Especially while Scotty watched me. His gaze became greedier by the second. He licked his bottom lip, and I felt like a piece of meat. Not in a bad way either.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yep.” I made a few adjustments then pushed my shoulders back and lifted my chin. On the way back over, the heat of Lowe’s gaze sizzled across my skin. My cheeks heated. The irrational need to run away filled my mind. What was it about him that always put me on edge and a pleasant tension suffused my body? I tried to smile though I was afraid I grimaced.
Lowe made a beeline toward me. His stormy gray eyes swirled with hunger. He held his hand out to me and holy shit... I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like he suspended us in a space between reality and some place I couldn’t comprehend. “You’re gorgeous, fuck...” His hiss sent a wriggle of arousal through me.
“It should be a sin for all of you to be this damn delectable. What the hell, Lowe?”
He chuckled. “Having fun yet?”
I wouldn’t say it was fun, but I also couldn’t say I hated it. If anything, I was somewhere between the two. If anything, a sense of power took over. Like I could do anything. Be who they wanted. Have them eating out of the palm of my hand. I sounded like a broken record every time I said I’d never experienced anything like it, but it was as if I experienced all my firsts with these four men.
“Without a dorm burning down, I’d never be here. I don’t know whether I should say thank you or I should say anything. It’s all so awe-inspiring. Like my heart could pound out of my chest, while also knowing all I’d have to say is kneel and they’d do it.” I exhaled. “Does that make sense?”
He nodded. “I’d kiss you right now, but I don’t want to ruin your makeup. Later, however, you’re all fucking mine. I plan on keeping you in my bed all night.”
I giggled softly. “You might have competition.”
“Fuck them.” He gripped my hips, pulling me closer. The groan he let loose, twisted me up. “I’ll lock them out.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. But I think that’s what he was going for. Something to make me relax and it worked. “I’ll keep that tidbit to myself.” He laced his fingers with mine. “C’mon let’s finish.”
I nodded, following him back to the throne.
“Are we ready?” Chad asked.
Lowe nodded. “We’re good, man. Let’s do this.”
So, we went again. This time the positions were more provocative. He asked me to spread my legs and drape one over the arm of the chair, then Cole had his hands on my thighs, leaning forward. Another, I sat on Lowe’s lap, the hard press of his dick pressing into my hip. He growled in my ear, and I bit my lip. The shutter closing on Chad’s camera surprised me.
“Good girl,” Lowe whispered so only I heard him.
“Hey Jonesy, can you get closer like you’re meant to kiss Lyra’s neck, and maybe have Cole and Scott on either side of the chair?” They moved into position like Chad wanted. “Perfect. How about you grip their hair, Lyra? Like you’re pulling them closer.” I did what he wanted, and Chad nodded, taking several more photos.
We spent another two hours taking photos. Who knew posing and sitting or standing could be so exhausting. Lowe didn’t wait until we got home, instead, he took me into one of the locker rooms and fucked me against the walls of the shower. The way he debased me, left me speechless. His mouth wasn’t the only talented part of his body.
I shivered thinking about it.
Once we got home, we went over the lines from the small script then, after yawning several times, I went to bed. Tomorrow was the big day. I didn’t know whether I was excited or dreading the whole project. Not only that, I had to attend my classes like nothing was about to happen.
My brain couldn’t comprehend how Scott and Cole did it. How they could attend the academy, put in all their hours then turn around and hit up the warehouse to film their cam sessions. It was like they lived two separate lives. Hell, I was living two lives. There was something about having such a huge secret like this, that made everything so much sweeter.
Empowering.
As I slipped into bed, an arm reached for me. “I’ve wondered how long you’d take...”
Jonesy.
I grinned. “I’m glad it’s you tonight.” He tucked me closer to his body.
“Me too. Keep me company. I’ve had a hard day,” he murmured, kissing my neck.
That was the easiest thing I’d done today.
I made it through my day without feeling like I’d squirm out of my seat or run screaming from the room. I guess that was a bonus. However, my stomach churned with nerves. My heart pounded and my palms were sweaty. When I arrived at the house, another guy was there besides Scotty with a camera, and the anxiety ratcheted up another notch.
“Good, you’re here,” Lowe said. “This is Monty. He’ll be filming us tonight. We’re on a tight schedule and we need to do this quickly.”
“What about the, you know,” I said, gritting my teeth, “the sex parts.”
I swore Monty covered his chuckle with a cough while Lowe gave me an indulgent smile. “We’ve got that covered at the warehouse. Today we’re doing the dialogue. Scotty got some photos of my office and the stacks. We’ll recreate it at the warehouse and finish the movie tomorrow and the next day. You’ll see. It’s going to be fun.”
I left the heavy-lifting to Lowe. He knew what he was doing. Me, I thought I was going to puke. Like with the photos, I had a garment bag on my bed when I went to drop everything off after class. I took a shower, then dressed. The makeup Maddy told me about, I’d asked the guys if we could pick it up on the way back to school. Thankfully, I had several tutorials and photos from how Maddy did my makeup, and I could recreate the look almost perfectly.
When I stepped back into the front room an hour later, the guys waited for me. They were all dressed mouthwatering good. Cole and Scott reminded me of two athletes wearing letterman jackets, jeans, and fitted t-shirts. Jonesy wore a suit. One of them high-dollar suits I was sure he used in a courtroom while, once again, I matched Lowe.
“You ready?” Scotty asked, taking my hand.
“As I’m ever going to be.”
Once we arrived at the library, Lowe let us in, then Monty set up while we went over our lines one more time. I prepared but still couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling. I needed to do, maybe, several hundred laps around the building. Was I sweating too? Ew, gross. I shook my hands out. Did someone turn the heat up?
“Have you tried breathing?” Scott murmured, sliding up next to me as I paced.
“Ha, ha,” I muttered. “Is it always like this?”
“Can’t say. This is my first time, too.”
“But you do?—”
“I do, but nothing that happens during those times is scripted. This is a whole other monster for me too. Cole as well. Jonesy and Lowe are the experienced ones.” He tucked me close. “Listen, once you say your first line, it all disappears. Did you do any kind of extracurriculars in high school?”
“Band.”
Scott nodded. “Okay, I can work with that. Treat it like a competition. It’s the same principles on a smaller, more private scale. Also, you’re with all of us. We won’t let you fall.”
I believed him too.
When everything was set up, Monty called us back over to begin the filming. The opening scene was one where I sat at the front desk, checking out books while Lowe talked with someone (Jonesy) in his office. The premise was simple. Cole and Scott came in looking for some Greek Mythology book, about Eros. When we came back to the front with the book, Lowe was sitting back in his chair with Jonesy in his lap, kissing him like they were two long lost lovers.
I sucked in a breath, grabbing for Scott’s hand while his lips hovered over my neck. Cole was on the other side of me, tucking into us to get a peek at what was happening in the office. Arousal sparked within me and damn if Scott wasn’t right. In a split second, I forgot where I was and what we’d been doing.
“Holy shit.” The words left me in a rush.
“They’re so fucking hot together,” Cole murmured against my ear. “Watching them together is euphoric, don’t you think?”
Nothing we said was being caught on mic. This wasn’t our part of the scene. That would be done in the warehouse tomorrow. Then Monty called cut, and Jonesy broke away from Lowe, that damn mask of his in place and it didn’t seem fair to any of us. Masks shouldn’t be so damn sexy.
I glanced at Jonesy who sat back on the desk, gathering himself. Lowe must have said something because he laughed. Damn... To be that carefree. Happy. Everything they did was effortless. There was a comfort there I envied. The corner of his eye crinkled as he laughed again. His features were so relaxed, flushed with arousal and he had his hands folded in his lap, like what we’d seen minutes ago was my imagination.
Lowe slouched in his chair, leaning to the side while he talked with Jonesy. His legs were spread in that man-spread way, sexy not obnoxious like taking over all the space. A halo surrounded him from the lighting in his office and a pang struck me in the chest. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I notice all the details of how his suit fit him? I caught a glimpse of the corner of his mouth under that mask of his.
“Going again,” Monty said, “Back to one.”
“We’re up,” Scott said. “Ready?”
I nodded, taking one last look at Jonesy and Lowe. Damn, I wish I had what they did.
Maybe one day.