Chapter 14
Fourteen
Sterling
I forgot where I was when I woke up earlier this morning, but Hayden had no issues reminding me.
His hand fell away from mine, sliding down to my dick, while he pushed his way into my already slick, worked-open hole.
I was sore but the pain eased, the pleasure outweighing it the longer he collided his body with mine.
His tip ground against my sweet spot, finding it in a matter of seconds, and I was coming faster than I did the night before.
I then turned him onto his back and climbed between his legs, taking his cock into my mouth. He tasted like both of us, his skin salty and sweet. I couldn’t get enough, and even now I’m still thinking about the next time I’ll get to drop to the floor and taste us on him again.
“Sterling.” My manager clears her throat behind me, reminding me where I am.
I look behind me with what feels like an actual machete in my hand.
I don’t say anything, but I probably should.
It won’t hurt to carry it for a little longer, though, and who knows, maybe I’m still so drunk off pleasure from this morning that I’m mistaking the weight for a real one.
It could still be fake. They’re making these props so realistic these days.
“Hey,” I finally say. “You’re here.”
“Yup. So now you definitely have to be on your best behavior.” She winks, sipping her coffee and wincing. “This needs more sugar.” She looks around her, calling for one of the assistants while waving her cup around.
“I always am,” I say in a flat tone, resting the cold blade against my thigh and feeling it on my skin through my thin slacks.
This character is probably the least like me.
I’d never be caught dead in linen clothing, and when I’m him, I’m putting on quite a bit of it.
One silver lining is that it’s lightweight, and I’m not as hot doing the outside scenes as I was when I had to wear a fucking pant suit.
“Mhm. I do like to at least think so. You ready to wrap this film up tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” I say, sounding as excited at the idea of that as I feel.
I can’t fucking wait to be on the water, sunbathing or sitting on the deck of a boat.
As long as it’s away from her and Lisa, I’ll be more than happy.
People often make what I love doing feel like a burden.
The only camera I’ve been looking to be in front of lately is Hayden’s.
“Going to have big plans for your week off?”
“Nah. The fewer plans the better. I’ll probably just lie around eating all the things Lisa had on her ‘do not touch while filming’ list.”
She laughs. “Sounds like a nice mini vacation. I’ll try not to disturb you too much. I need you refreshed and ready for everything else you have going on this month.”
“I appreciate it. The not bothering me, not all the stuff you have me doing,” I deadpan.
She laughs again. “I’ll see you for dinner later?”
“Sure.”
“And tomorrow night it’ll be me, you, and one of the other actors who keeps saying how much she loves working with you. I think this could get you into a film her father’s directing. It’s a thriller.”
“Cool. I’d love to read over the script if they have it.”
“I’ll let them know to have it emailed to you within the next hour.”
“Thanks.” I lift the machete and the light from a nearby window catches on it. When I look around I’m alone again. Everyone else has practically emptied the room to go nap or eat lunch.
I set the prop in a safe place, so I’ll know where to find it when we start filming again. I’ll have plenty of time to say something if the weight still feels off to me after I get some down time.
“Hey, Sterling.” An extra from the film calls to me and I wave at him.
“Some of us are heading to the Hawaiian joint down the road if you want to join us.”
“Thanks, but I think I’ll eat in my trailer after my nap.”
“Okay. Have a nice rest.”
I tip my head up at him and go back to my trailer, immediately stripping out of my clothes when I walk through the door. A loud creak has me turning around and the bathroom door is sliding open. Hayden walks out and the tightness in my chest loosens.
“Hey, big star.”
“Hello there. Did someone accidentally sneak into the wrong trailer?” I tease.
“Nope. Definitely the right one.” He inches closer, tugging on the elastic of my underwear.
“I think you wore me out too much this morning for us to have a round three so soon.”
“I’m sure I did.” He strokes below my belly button. “I’m not here for that, though.”
“What brings you by, then?”
“I brought you a better sandwich. Thought we could eat before doing whatever it is to help you wind down between filming.”
“I was going to nap and then eat.”
“We can do that too.”
“Do I get a say in this at all?” I size him up.
“Do you want one?”
I think for a second and then lift myself up on my tiptoes, brushing my lips over his. “No.”
“You won’t get one, then. Not later either, when I help you calm those nerves in your dressing room.”
“Okay,” I say, letting him tug me toward the bed.
We stop in front of it and he takes off his clothes, leaving his underwear on.
“After you.” He gestures to the bed and I smile, climbing in front of him and getting under the covers.
He gets into the bed after me, lying on his side and not waiting for my head to fully hit the pillow before yanking me into his arms.
“Sweet dreams, movie star.”
I yawn, wiggling closer to him and close my eyes. For the second time in a week, I don’t need to take anything to help me fall into a deep sleep.
When my alarm goes off, I stretch out beside Hayden and he kisses me more awake, causing those butterflies in my stomach to really take off. There’s a banging on my door that has both of us shooting up in the bed, widening our eyes at each other.
“Yes?” I call to whoever’s standing on the other side. It could be anyone. Hopefully anyone but Lisa or my manager.
“Hey, Ster, you up yet?” My manager’s voice has me sliding away from Hayden and searching for my clothes.
Helping me, he jumps to the ground and retrieves them for me. After tossing them my way, he puts on his own and disappears into the bathroom.
My manager knocks again and I rush forward, yanking the door open. She steps inside, looking around. “It’s not a mess in here like I was expecting. That’s good at least.”
I blink my eyes at her, placing a hand on my hip. “Is there something I’m supposed to be doing? Did I miss a meeting or something?”
“No.” She frowns. “I came in here to reschedule dinner for tomorrow. I’m not going to be able to make it after all. Got an emergency call from another client who lives in the area, but you and Kathy can still go.”
I sigh, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
She’s been trying to push me in the direction of some socialite to help get my name out there more.
To get me in more of the headlines. I have zero interest in using others to work my way to the top, especially when it’ll only leave me unhappy in the end.
Plus, I see this as the perfect opportunity to sneak off somewhere with Hayden again.
Did he mean what he said about whatever was happening between us not ending when filming this movie does?
How could that even work? We both travel a lot and it’ll probably lead to opposite schedules. Unless . . . he could come to dinner with us tomorrow, and he can charm Kathy the way he has me. Imagining working on another movie with him has me smiling and getting caught in my own head again.
My manager clears her throat and my eyes grow wider. “Sorry. Guess my nap wasn’t long enough, but I think I’ll go ahead and reschedule with you. I’m going to use the time to look over the script and finally read that damn book I brought with me.”
She smiles, nodding in understanding. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I sadly will have to bow out for the rest of the day.”
Good. That’s one less set of eyes keeping tabs on me.
Lisa sometimes stays later or drops by randomly when she forgets to do something earlier in the day.
She didn’t check my trailer yesterday, and let’s hope she won’t today either.
Not that it matters if she does. The filming is almost done.
What’s she going to do? Tell me to leave before shooting the last scene?
“Okay, let me walk you out and we can discuss restaurant choices for tomorrow.” I usher her out the door and she willingly follows.
I keep her from looking back by pointing ahead and saying something about how good the movie set is already looking.
We keep talking and talking until I’m waving her off from the sidewalk as she takes off to the parking lot.
She shouts goodbye, and once she’s in her car, I walk back inside where Hayden is talking to one of the other camera guys, watching me as I walk to my dressing room.
I don’t have to worry if he’ll be joining me or not.
His primal stare told me he was on his way soon and that I wouldn’t have to wait for long.
The door opens minutes after I strip out of my clothes, and he locks it behind him before slowly making his way to me.
One of his hands lands on my hip and he kisses my neck, and I don’t notice the strap on his shoulder until he’s setting a black bag down.
“You ready for our third movie, baby?”
“Yes,” I rasp, my heart jumping around in my chest, my body in overdrive from the anticipation.
He lifts his camera from the bag and stares at me, the lens pointing downward as he shoves me to my knees. “Get ready to take my cock out when I start filming.”
I nod, knee walking closer to him until my knees are hitting the tips of his shoes. I wait patiently with bated breath, my shoulders relaxing when he finally says, “And action.”
This is different from my other films. I only have to worry about showing up to be me while knowing the person who watches it will be as happy as I am. I’m the best star I can be when I’m not trying. Not because I think that, but because the man standing in front of me says I am.