Chapter 10
Holly
I stare at Bobby in his expensive suit. He’s standing in the middle of the castle ballroom, holding out a single red rose to me. “You’re my happy ending. I love you.”
Bobby swallows hard and says weakly, “I love you too.”
I wait for his next move. He’s supposed to sweep me into his arms, and we’re going to dance across the opulent room with the million-dollar chandeliers. Instead, he pats me awkwardly on the shoulder.
My heart falls. This is the sixth time he’s flubbed the scene, and I’m starting to get annoyed. I want to wrap up this movie and get to the cast party. It’s only a few more hours until my new life with my mountain man can begin.
“Cut,” the director shouts. She’s a middle-aged woman that treats everyone on set like we’re all rowdy teenagers she needs to yell at. She stalks across the floor to glare at both me and Bobby, as though it’s my fault he’s suddenly shy.
“Bobby, I got a plane ticket to Cancun and a man waiting, who believes I’m Julia Roberts’ long-lost twin sister. Spill it, kiddo.”
His gaze goes to the edge of the stage. “I can’t concentrate. He is in the room.”
She focuses her ire on me. “Tell Mr. Lumberjack to cool it, or I’m throwing him off set. He’s clearly making my lead nervous.”
I cross the stage to where Hunter is standing with Frosty in his arms. He looks so good in his flannel, glaring at Bobby like he’s just waiting for one wrong move so he can crash his knuckles into his nose.
Hunter’s jaw is so tight I’m afraid he’s going to crack a molar. “Do I need to talk to him?”
I know Bobby can hear us, but he is still avoiding Hunter’s gaze and pretending he can’t see him. Apparently, the two of them had a run-in earlier this week. Hunter said he calmly explained that Bobby was not to ever dream of proposing to me or he’d end up in traction.
I chuckle at my bossy, overprotective alpha boyfriend. “I need you to stop scaring him. He can barely say his lines. He’s so nervous. It would go a long way if you would not threaten him.”
Hunter growls, “If he kisses you—”
I blow out my breath, half amused by this conversation. “We’ve already talked about this. We filmed the kissing scenes before I met you. There’s no more kissing, and this is my last movie.”
Frosty yips, and Hunter sets him down. The two of them have bonded over the past week, and Frosty already adores his new doggy brothers. The five of them will love living together, if I can ever get this scene finished.
I put a hand on Hunter’s arm. “I’m looking forward to moving in with you.”
“Yeah, you are,” he murmurs and grabs me. He pulls me close, kissing me so passionately that it should be obscene for the set of a holiday movie.
When he lifts his head, I’m certain my lips are swollen, and I can barely concentrate. “Forget the movie. Maybe we’ll just leave now.”
“No, you’re my girl. You’ve got this. Go wrap up, then we’re going to start the rest of our lives together.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
I giggle and go back to the set. The rest of the scene flows, and we manage to get it done in one take. I’m so relieved and giddy that I practically float back to my trailer.
I’ve barely stepped inside before he’s slamming the door and pushing me against it. I love how strong he is, how he can take control of my body anytime he wants. He nips at my earlobe. “Do you know how crazy you make me?”
“No,” I whisper the word as he yanks up the skirt of my costume and tucks the material into the waistband.
“I’m the only one who gets to see this pussy.” He drops to his knees and presses his lips to the seam of my red panties. “You know what it did to me? Watching you act on set today? You made me want to forget about the cast and crew and take you right there.”
I groan his name. I’d never want us to do anything public, but I love the idea that he needs me so much he’d want to take me on the spot.
He tugs my panties to the side, exposing my drenched pussy to his view. I try to close my legs, but he puts a hand between my thighs, holding them open. He touches my folds. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He spreads my lips then he’s dragging his tongue across my center. He licks me like he’s savoring this moment, like it’s his personal mission to swallow every drop of my juices.
He sends me higher and higher until I’m writhing against the door and begging him to let me come. He finally sucks my swollen clit into his mouth and that’s when stars explode behind my eyelids. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me until I’m slumping against his body.
He carries me to the couch and settles on it with me on his lap. I rest against him, feeling my heart come back down. “That was amazing. Your turn.”
I try to reach for his pants, but he doesn’t let me open them. “If my cock comes out, everyone at the party will know your boyfriend fucked you long and hard.”
My pussy spasms at his words, and I moan. He’s so sweet and kind to me out of the bedroom. But the moment we’re alone, he says filthy things that make me blush all over. I love every minute of it. “Maybe I want that.”
“You’ll have to wait. I can’t have you walking funny and all the men there thinking about how good and tight your pussy must be.”
“Then stop saying filthy things to me!” I cry out, shifting to get comfortable on his lap. I already need him again.
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Now, be a good girl at the party for me.”
The cast party takes a long time. There are a million photos to take with the cast and crew, way more than usual since this is my final movie. Bobby avoids me for most of it, only furtively approaching me when Hunter excuses himself to the bathroom.
“I heard this was your last role,” he says.
I nod. “It’s time for me to try new things.”
“Good for you. You know, the proposal thing…that was…I mean, I’m sure you’d be a great…”He doesn’t finish, probably because he’s too nervous.
I give him a soft smile. “Look, I know the proposal wasn’t your idea.”
He seems to relax a little. “That’s what I tried to tell him.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, he’s way too possessive and bossy to ever believe that. But you’ve been a great friend to me, and I hope we can stay in touch.”
He holds out his hand for a fist bump. “I’ve been told this is an acceptable amount of physical contact though I’m limited to one every four years.”
I bump his fist with mine, feeling like we’re a couple of teenagers again. “Text me in a few months. Let me know what you’re doing.”
He snorts. “Only if I’m out of the country.”
Someone calls his name, and he melts back into the crowd. I watch him go and look around at the party filled with cast and crew members.
“Are you looking forward to starting your new life?” Mom asks softly.
I didn’t even realize she was here. She never attends these. She’s so busy as the CEO that she rarely shows up. “Yeah, I am.”
“Good for you.”
I turn to her, taking in her red pantsuit and pin with the wreath on it. It’s old but still sparkles in the light. It was one of my dad’s last gifts to her. “There’s a guest bedroom at Hunter’s place. I’d love it if you’d stay with us.”
She waves a hand in the air. “Tell Hunter to give me those dozen grandkids then we’ll talk about me moving in.”
“Speaking of that, Ma Jolly, I have to get my girl home,” Hunter says coming to stand beside me and wrapping an arm around my waist.
My cheeks heat. “Hunter!”
My mom gives me a hug, and I stop to say goodbye to a few more people until finally, I’m back in Hunter’s truck with him. I don’t know what I’m doing with the rest of my life, but I have plenty of time to figure that out, and I will.
When he pulls into the driveway, it’s late and I stifle a yawn. He leads me inside where I see all the boxes from my apartment stacked in neat rows. “We weren’t planning on doing it until this weekend!”
“My brother helped me move them all. I didn’t want you to have to worry,” he answers.
I look around and take in the boxes, the glow of the Christmas lights, and the sight of the snow outside. Everything feels so magical.
“Bad idea?” He asks tentatively.
I shake my head and give him a big grin. “No, it feels so good to be home.”