Chapter Fifteen
NATE
Not long later, I arrive at Ria’s home, and the guards let me in without phoning through.
Seems they know me well enough now and trust that I’m authorized to enter.
The Uber driver pulls up, I thank him, and he takes off again.
As I start walking toward the mansion, I wish I’d thought this through a little more.
I don’t know what I’m going to say or do.
Hell, I don’t even know if she’ll want to see me.
I stand by the edge of the stairs, fiddling with my jacket, wondering how the hell to go about this.
In my head, I run through the options, trying to figure out my course of action, when the front door flies open.
My eyes shift up to see Ria standing there in a robe, her face makeup-less, her eyes slightly puffy like she’s been crying, and her hair a little messy—definitely not the usual perfection I’m used to seeing.
Though she still looks perfect to me, the sight breaks my heart as she wraps her arms around herself in a protective stance as if she’s unsure of how to proceed. She looks at me through glassy eyes.
“Ria,” I say, and her body slumps like she was desperate to hear me speak her name. Seeing her like this breaks something inside me. My feet move before I can think, and I race toward her. I pull her into my arms, and she wraps hers around my neck tightly, pulling her body flush against mine.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmurs against my neck.
Briefly, I start to panic.
Why is she sorry?
What has she done?
“I’m sorry you had to see that, Nate. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what to expect, and that watching it like that was so difficult you had to leave.”
I relax slightly at her words.
Trust her, Nate!
“I should never have left without telling you or letting you know I was okay. I wasn’t thinking.”
She pulls back, letting go of me and chewing on her bottom lip, eyeing me like she has something on her mind.
“Ria, talk to me.”
She sighs. “It’s just… this is my job. And I know that seeing me yesterday with Danger was horrible and confronting, him being your friend and all… but this is what I do. This is how I make my living, and if you can’t handle this, then we have a problem, Nate.”
“I know. I think the fact that it’s Danger made this extra hard. If you were doing it with anyone else, it would be fin—”
“Will it, though? I mean, this won’t be the last time I get it on with another guy, Nate. And in movies, it’s worse, much, much worse. There’s kissing, there’s full nudity…” She blinks tears away. “I just don’t know if we as a couple can handle this.”
I reach out, grabbing her hands. “Give me a chance, Ria. Danger’s different. Watching you with actors will be different. I trust you. I promise.”
She licks her lips and nods. “What about the fan girls? You’re a rock star. Girls are hanging off you all the time, too.”
I furrow my brows. “So you don’t trust me?” I ask, tilting my head.
“No, of course I do. I just… I guess we choose to either give this a shot or bow out now before our issues become a gaping chasm.”
“Our issues aren’t that big, Ria. I made a mistake by leaving last night with Lunar and not calling you. I’m sorry.”
She pulls back and looks into my eyes. “Were you drinking?”
I nod, and she exhales with a frown.
“I drove you to drink! God, I’m so sorry.”
“How did you know?”
She winces, wrinkling her nose. “You kinda reek of it.”
“Right, yeah, I came straight from Lunar’s. I had to crash the night, I was a little…”
“Wasted?”
I nod, and she exhales. “Nate, I never want you to get so anxious over me that it drives you to the bottle. If every time I do a movie, you get like this…” She pauses for a few seconds, and I’m concerned about what’s coming next. “It’ll worry me sick.”
“This won’t happen again. I wasn’t prepared. Next time, I’ll know and ready myself. It won’t be with someone I’ve known for years getting it on with my girl, either. Each time will be easier. I promise I can handle this.”
“Are you sure?”
“You gotta give me a chance here, Ria.”
“You’re right. You are new to this. Watching me with someone else… the first time is hard. And it was even harder for you, I realize, as it was your friend. You’ll do better next time.”
“I just have to remember that you’re acting and thinking about me.” I smile.
She grabs my hands and looks me dead in the eyes. “I am, Nate. The whole time, I was only thinking of you.”
“You looked sexy as hell, though.”
“Thank you. Now, come with me. I can’t stand this stench anymore.”
“Where are we going?”
“Shower!”
“Oooh, sexy.” I chuckle.
She laughs. “Only if I can get you clean.”
We walk upstairs to her bedroom and through to her ensuite.
“Ria.”
“Yeah?”
“Have you been crying?”
She turns to face me and slides my jacket over my shoulders as I watch her cautiously.
“Maybe a little.”
I close my eyes and tense up while moving closer to caress her cheek. After opening my eyes again, I run my thumb under her puffy eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left, and I definitely should have called. I’m a dick. A small, shriveled dick.”
She grins and tries to hold in her laugh. “When I think of you, Nate, small and shriveled definitely does not spring to mind.”
She pulls my shirt up over my head and throws it to the floor, then looks down, taking in my sculptured body.
“Well, thank you, Miss Shafir.” As I move my hands to her robe, I pull apart the tie, trying hard not to think about the last time I held this in my hands and how I tied her up with it.
She smiles as she works on my pants, and her robe opens, showing me what’s beneath—which is just her, in a pair of black panties and no nipple tape.
My cock stiffens slightly, taking her in. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
She smiles and pulls my jeans down.
Wasting no time, I step out of them along with my shoes, leaving me naked as I slide the robe from her shoulders, caressing her skin with my fingers as I go. She’s so silky smooth, I feel like my calloused fingers would feel horrible against her flesh, but she feels too good to stop touching her.
The robe falls off completely, leaving her in her black panties. I want to rip them off with my teeth, but I do have some decorum, so I use my hands instead, tugging hard. They rip apart easily, and she laughs, shaking her head.
“Are you kidding me right now, you animal. Are you still drunk?”
I chuckle and move in, pressing my body flush against hers. “Drunk on you, babe.”
“You’re definitely still a little tipsy. C’mon, get in the shower. You might be as sexy as hell right now, but you still stink.” She bubbles with laughter.
Stepping inside the shower alcove, I turn on the water. Ria has temperature control, so it’s already at the exact right temperature, and she steps in after me.
“Oh, wait,” Ria says, jumping back out. She opens the vanity mirror, pulls out a toothbrush and some toothpaste, and rushes back to the shower.
I chuckle as she hands it to me.
“Here,” she says with a smirk.
“You’re letting me use your purple toothbrush?” I ask, and she rolls her eyes.
“Yes, because I want to kiss you, and your breath smells, um… terrible. I’d prefer it to smell like mint, so brush away, drummer boy.”
Chuckling, I unclick the lid of the paste and squirt some of the white and green gel onto the brush, rinse it under the shower water, then begin brushing my teeth.
I must admit, it does feel good to get rid of the fuzz from all the alcohol.
She smiles, takes the toothpaste container, and throws it behind us to the floor of the shower.
Ria moves us back under the flow of the water further and cuddles into me as I brush like a pro.
Her body’s now flush against mine, and my cock stiffens.
She giggles, looking down between us while I continue to brush.
With a mischievous grin, Ria looks at me.
Her hand runs down my side, making my skin prickle as she smooths her silky, soft hand along my skin, trailing down my abs toward my now fully hard as a damn rock cock.
“Ria,” I murmur through a mouthful of toothpaste.
“Yes, Nate?” she whispers seductively as her mouth kisses my chest gently.
I groan, closing my eyes briefly as her hand continues right to the top of my groin.
With a quick shake of my head, I realize if she grabs my cock, I’ll probably choke on toothpaste, so I quickly rinse just as she reaches the base of my cock and tugs.
I groan, and the toothbrush drops to the floor before I run my hands up her back.
“Ria, babe, you’re gonna start something if you’re not careful,” I say, looking down at her.
She looks up at me with hooded eyes and drags her bottom lip in with her teeth.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing, and it pushes me over the edge.
Turning her around, I push Ria back against the tiles.
She doesn’t take her hand from my cock, only strokes it a little more steadily.
“Don’t you think I’m trying to start something?” she asks.
My breathing becomes heavy, and I run my hand down the center of her body. She looks up into my eyes as the water runs over my back, cascading in rivulets over my shoulders. I lean in, finally taking her mouth with mine, and I kiss her hard and fast.
Ria moans into my mouth as my hand moves down to her pussy, and I flick my finger casually across her clit.
Her legs part for me instinctively as her motion on my cock quickens.
Her hard but fluent action is sending a shockwave straight through my very being as she takes me to a new height.
My hips move in time with every stroke as I continue to rotate my finger on her clit.
Ria’s hips move, and we strive together to achieve that perfect high.
The thumping of the heavy water droplets pummeling down on me and the shower floor echoes around us, but it does nothing to mask the sound of our frantic kissing and harsh breathing. We’re in a frenzy, working hard to get each other off.