Chapter 16
Callan
After what happened with Lana last night, I hated how empty the day felt without her.
I’d left early in the morning. Rocco had called, said he needed help setting up new equipment at his place, and I figured getting out for a few hours would clear my head.
But even after a full day of distractions, my mind always circled back to Lana.
When I got home, the house was silent. No sign of her.
No shoes by the door. No sound of her moving around upstairs. I hoped I hadn’t scared her away.
By the time evening rolled in, I still hadn’t seen her.
I almost called just to check if she was okay, maybe ask if she’d eaten, but I stopped myself halfway through typing her name into my phone.
She’d said she needed space last night, and I was trying to respect that.
The last thing I wanted was to look desperate or pathetic.
Madison and Kira were already in my room when I walked in, stretched out on the bed, and waiting for me.
I was supposed to be getting ready to shoot again, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I kept stalling by adjusting the lights, checking the camera angles, then checking them again.
Moving tripods around that didn’t need to be moved.
Every excuse I could come up with was just to delay starting.
Trey was waiting by the monitor, arms crossed, and finally said, “You good, man? We can come back tomorrow if you’re not feeling it.”
Madison laughed softly. “He looks nervous. That’s a first.”
I looked at her but didn’t answer. I didn’t have the energy to play along. My body was here, but my head wasn’t.
“Let’s just get it done,” I said, more to myself than to them.
They got into position, and I stripped down. My cock was half-hard, heavy but unresponsive, like even my body wasn’t buying this act tonight.
Madison tilted her head, watching me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, even though I wasn’t.
I tried to focus on them and on the scene, but it was pointless. The only image in my mind was Lana’s hands on me, and the way she’d looked at me like she wasn’t supposed to. Nothing else even came close.
During the scene, the sound of the door opening barely registered at first. I thought it was Rocco stepping out for a smoke, but when I looked up, I froze.
Lana was standing in the doorway.
She didn’t hesitate or fidget. She looked different. Way calmer than I’d seen her, composed in a way that made my dick twitch. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in her eyes that made her look like she was on a mission.
I didn’t say a word in an attempt to stay focused on the scene, but I kept looking at her. Madison shifted on the bed in front of me, and her gaze flicked toward the door, then back to me. Rocco looked at Lana, then he glanced over from behind the monitor with a smug grin.
Lana stepped inside like she belonged there.
Her movements were slow but confident. She didn’t make eye contact with anyone at first, just pulled a chair next to Rocco’s and sat down with her notebook on her lap.
She crossed one leg over the other, leaning back, her face focused.
Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders, and she looked like she’d thought this through.
She wanted to be here, and she was silently making a statement.
Trey gave me a questioning look, but I didn’t react to it. My throat was dry, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Then I gave him a short nod. “Keep rolling.”
I could tell the two girls in front of me were trying to keep the mood light, but they looked annoyed now that Lana was in the room.
The shift in the room was impossible to ignore.
Lana’s eyes moved slowly across the room, settling on me for a second before darting away.
I saw the faintest curve of her lips, like she was testing my reaction, waiting to see if I’d crack.
There was no more hesitation in her eyes. No more nervousness. She wasn’t running from me anymore. Instead, she was facing what happened between us head-on with no shame. I realized then that she had made a decision.
She was here on purpose, maybe to prove something to herself, or maybe to test me.
I tried to focus on the scene again, but I couldn’t. Every time I blinked, my eyes found her again. Sitting there, calm and silent, while observing me. I noticed Rocco’s face turning more amused.
“Cal, man,” he said, interrupting the shoot. “Eyes on the girls. Can’t have you look off-set during this scene.”
I hated that he was right. But the truth was that I’d rather have Lana on this bed with me instead of the girls. I moved off the bed and rubbed my cock. “Take ten.”
“Jesus, Buster, again?” Madison complained. “What’s wrong with you lately?”
“Just take ten,” I repeated, firmer this time.
They rolled their eyes and moved off the bed, and I stepped behind the camera to stand in front of Lana. “Can I have a word?”
She looked me up and down, with her eyes lingering on my cock for a little too long before she looked back up and nodded. “Sure.”
I grabbed my sweatpants and quickly put them on before following her outside. When the door clicked behind me, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room, making her stand between the wall and me. “What are you doing?”
She looked up at me with the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. Shrugging, she said, “Sitting on set and taking notes for the essay.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t bullshit me, Lana.”
“What? I thought that’s what you wanted me to do.” She tilted her head to the side, looking all innocent now.
My jaw clenched. “So you changed your mind?”
“I didn’t change my mind. I just thought long and hard about everything and decided that I want to finish what I’ve started. Just like you said I should.”
Eyeing her carefully, I tried to read her expression. She was teasing me, yet the words she spoke were serious.
“Besides,” she continued, her lips pursing for a moment. “You need me on that set. Otherwise you’ll never finish that movie.”
The truth caught me off guard, and there was no reason for me to deny it. She knew it, and I knew it. Hell, even Rocco and the girls knew it. “So you’re doing this for me?”
“No.” Her reply came quickly with a shake of her head. “I’m doing it for me in the first place.”
“Why? What do you gain from it?”
She shrugged again. I knew she had an answer ready, but she wouldn’t tell me.
Instead, she said, “It’s all part of the essay.
The better you perform, the smoother the work behind the camera is done.
If you don’t fuck like you’re supposed to, there won’t be a movie.
So, for the next few days, I will sit there and take notes, maybe interview you and the guys until I have enough to write my essay. ”
For a second, neither of us spoke. The tension between us was thick again, and I didn’t know if I wanted to drag her closer or push her away. Then she inhaled deeply, like she was getting ready to say something difficult.
“Also…” she started, eyes locked on mine. “I think I should become your fluffer.”
It took me a second to process it. “What?”
She said it again, slower this time. “Your fluffer.”
I blinked, certain I’d misheard her. “You even know what that means?”
Her mouth twitched into a confident half-smile. “Holland told me. The person who keeps the performer…ready. Between takes.”
I let out a breath, amused but in disbelief. “Jesus, Lana.”
She tilted her head, unbothered by my reaction. “I’m being serious. You said it yourself: you’re distracted. You can’t even get through a scene without looking at me. Maybe I can help.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But it makes sense. You only get hard when I’m around, right?”
Her words landed hard. She said them so casually, but there was challenge and curiosity in them.
I took another step forward. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”
“I know exactly what I’m offering.”
I filled the space between us and put both hands on her hips, but even then, she didn’t back away.
I searched her face for any sign of hesitation. But there wasn’t any.
“Lana,” I said finally, my voice low. “If you start something like that with me, you won’t be able to take it back.”
She looked right at me, eyes unwavering. “I won’t want to take it back.”
My hands tightened on her hips, and I could feel every inch of her body pressing into mine. She didn’t flinch. Christ, she leaned into me, and I swear my head spun.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do,” she shot back, and that calm certainty—God, it hit me like a damn freight train.
That’s when I couldn’t resist her any longer. I needed to show her what she was getting herself into, and that this wasn’t a game she could play and think it would be just that. I leaned down and kissed her hard, lifting my hands to cup her face and hold her there.
She gasped against my mouth, but she didn’t back off.
Her hands went to my chest, with her fingernails digging into my skin in an attempt to pull me even closer.
I groaned and pushed my fingers into her hair, fisting it hard while tilting her head back.
I deepened the kiss and pushed my tongue into her mouth, showing her just how unapologetic I was.
But she was bold too. Her tongue curled around mine, and she pressed her hips forward.
My cock had gotten hard the second we stepped out of the room, and she wanted to remind me how she made me feel.
I dropped my hands to her ass and squeezed tight, pressing her more against me before lifting her up and pinning her against the wall. Her arms came up to wrap around my neck, and I pushed my tongue inside her mouth one more time before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck.
“This is a bad idea,” I murmured, sucking her soft skin.
“Then stop,” she whispered, challenging me.
But I couldn’t stop.
I wanted to take her upstairs and lock myself up in my bedroom with her.
“I need you to be sure about this, Lana,” I told her, sounding out of breath. I kept kissing her neck and pressing my cock against her. “You’re old enough to understand what’s going on here, and if you end up hurting, I don’t want to be the one to blame.”
“I’ll be fine,” she moaned as she arched her back.
“Fine.” I kissed her lips again, slower this time. I wanted to taste her and see what she really made me feel. There were so many things happening at once, but they were all positive and exciting. Even for me, this was a whole new situation.
When I broke the kiss to look at her, I watched her expression closely. Her eyes were bright and filled with so many emotions, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips swollen. She was beautiful, and I hated that I could easily ruin her innocence.
“You really think you can handle being my fluffer?”
“I know I can. And you know you need me.”
And damn, was she right. She’d already proved that she could handle it.
She’s proved it in every shiver, every moan, and every second her body had stayed pressed against mine.
I didn’t even try to fight it anymore. She wanted this, and right now, I needed her more than I had ever needed anyone else.