Chapter 14 #2
Thirty minutes later, Drew was dressed in his red fire suit, and I was still in my jeans.
I did exchange the T-shirt I’d been wearing for a blue button-up.
Drew’s hair was styled off his face, his blue eyes on full display.
My hair was down over my forehead, not usually my normal style, but the girl in wardrobe said it made me look more mysterious.
I didn’t know what that meant, but I wasn’t going to argue. Drew was already grumbling enough.
“Manlove,” he griped as I stepped in front of the camera with him. “Braeden is going to have a field day.”
“The race car is clashing with his suit!” David yelled from the sidelines. “It’s ruining my vision!”
We both turned to look at Drew’s car, which had been pulled onto set while we’d been changing.
“Clashing colors is not sexy!” David ranted.
The car was taken off set, and David had us get into place.
“It’s missing something,” he said, lowering the camera and gazing around. “That! Whose car is that?” He pointed at the Fastback.
“It’s mine,” Drew said.
“Yours?” David asked. “It’s the perfect color! Bring it onto set!”
Drew gave me a look.
“Did I mention how sexy you look in that suit?” I asked.
Drew pulled the fastback into the background, and everyone adjusted the lighting and set to accommodate.
“Trent! Drew! In the front,” David directed. “Yes!” he said as we moved in. “Drew in the front. Trent, arms around him from behind.”
The camera clicked, and then we changed positions.
“Sit on the hood,” David told me. “Spread your legs.”
Drew made a sound.
“Drew, get between them.”
With a harumph, he moved between my knees.
“No. No. It’s not the vibe,” David said, lowering the camera. “It’s missing something.” He raised his hand, and Olivia, his very dedicated assistant, rushed over, and the pair exchanged a few short words. Olivia ran off and came back with a long, checkered scarf clutched in her hand.
She approached Drew, and he gave her a look.
“David wants to try this,” she said, draping it around his neck, flinging one end over his shoulder.
“Yasss!” David called.
Olivia ran away, and Drew looked at me. “For shit’s sake, T.”
I laughed. “I’ve never seen you so stylish.”
Drew gave me the finger.
“Trent, put your arms around Drew. Embrace him like you can’t get enough.”
“Well, that’s easy,” I mused, grabbing Drew around the waist and yanking him into me. “I definitely will never get enough of you.”
“He’s acting like this is for some romance novel at the grocery store,” Drew griped.
“Aww, baby. Just smile and pretend you love me.”
He sighed. “I don’t have to pretend.”
“Forget about them,” I murmured, pulling him closer. “Just look at me.”
“You are my favorite sight,” he whispered.
His track suit was thick beneath my palm, and even though it was clean, it was permanently scented with sweat and motor oil.
“I can’t believe it’s been ten years,” I told him.
“It’s been more than ten.”
Just before our lips brushed, David interrupted. “Take off your shirt, Trent.”
Drew jolted back. “What?”
“It’s essential.”
“Essential, my ass,” Drew barked.
“Give the people what they want,” someone in the back yelled.
“For fuck’s sake,” Drew spat and turned to me. “Why is everyone always trying to get you to take your shirt off?”
“You don’t want me to take my shirt off?” I teased, reaching for the buttons to undo one at my chest.
His hand covered mine, stopping the action. “That’s a no-brainer, but I would prefer if we were alone.”
Leaning in, I whispered, “Think of this as foreplay.”
Drew brushed my hand away and undid a button, then another and another, all the way down until the garment was open against my chest.
“It’s getting hot in here!” David whistled. “Music!”
Music started playing, and Drew’s knuckles brushed over the center of my stomach, making my muscles ripple.
“Now the rest of the shirt,” David hollered.
“That guy is a pervert.” Drew decided. “I don’t like it, T.”
“I’m yours, Drew. No one else’s.”
He hummed, fingers gliding up my chest once more.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
He moved closer, our lower bodies colliding, and my hand slid over his hip. Drew’s fingers slipped beneath my shirt, pushing it off my shoulder and revealing my chest.
“Fan!” someone yelled.
The sound of a fan clicked on, and a gust of air blew in from the side, picking up the end of my shirt and blowing it away from my body. The scarf around Drew’s neck blew forward, concealing part of his face. I tugged it from his body and let go, allowing the manmade wind to carry it away.
Our eyes collided, and I lost myself in him. In the way we were together. His palm settled on my chest, right above the heart that beat just for him.
“Everything in this world seems to have a limit,” I whispered. “Except my love for you.”
His arms wound around my neck, and our lips met, kissing right there under the sun with an audience we forgot existed.
“It’s giving couple goals,” someone said around the flash of the camera.
“Definite best-seller energy.”
“Okay! Cut! My muse has been satisfied!”
“That’s a wrap!”
But we kept kissing.