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that cock that had pressed into my stomach yesterday, back him into a wall and close my fist tightly around it, feel his breath hot against my cheek, his grunts in my ear as I stroked and tugged and ground myself into him and....
"Start rolling!" I shouted, whirling around and stalking to the camera. My whole body shook with confused emotions ricocheting around my chest like accidental fireworks. The blinding spotlight hit me and those fireworks exploded upward, carrying me higher. I screamed. I threw things. I stabbed my finger into Rane's chest and cursed him. I sank to the floor, utterly spent.
There was silence.
"Cut..." Warlox sounded astonished. "Perfect."
The set remained silent until Harlow exhaled sharply. "Holy fuck," she said, standing up and applauding.
I heard echoes of applause from the rest of the crew, but I couldn’t look up. It was too much. I was too much.
Until I heard clapping in my ear. Rane crouched down next to me, his big hands clapping together like thunder in my ears. "Nice," he nodded. "Really nice job."
He reached out his hand. It was warm and dry and I took it, glad for something to hold on to. "Thank you," I mouthed silently to him.
He grinned and pulled me lightly to my feet. For half a second, I was flush against him again, and this time, there was no time to pull myself together. Instead, I bounced onto the balls of my feet and aimed a kiss at his cheek.
He turned at the last moment, catching my lips with his.
With nothing holding me back from his danger, I opened my lips and let his tongue sweep mine, tasting the scalding heat of him right down into my cells. I drank him, devoured him, as things that had been frightened and cowering inside of me suddenly burst from their prison cells. My hands were everywhere, and with nothing to hold me back now, I plunged them down his chest to find the length of him and grasp it tightly.
We both froze.
"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled back, his fingers lingering on my face until the last moment.
I looked around wildly, yanking my hand away like I could take back what I had done. "Sorry." I grimaced.
"I'm gonna have a hard time being your friend if you keep doing stuff like that." He was making a joke, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't have to be." He stalked away on those long legs. I watched him go with a mixture of relief and dread.
All around us, the crew was breaking down the set. The shoot was over, my little part played. I could collect my check and move on. We were done, and even though I had made a fool of myself again and again, it was behind me now. I never had to see Rane Wilder again.
Until our parents' wedding.
Chapter Thirteen
Rane
Shooting was over and I was ready for a beer—or twelve. Alone.
But it was not to be.
"Yo, Rane? Party tonight?" Twitch bounced on his heels.
"Yup," I sighed. "Come by after nine."
The after party was always at my place because it had the least amount of breakable shit in it. I wanted to get back quickly, grab a shower, maybe a quick jerk to get my mind off Maddie, before the hordes showed up. Pound a few beers. Alone. I grabbed my shit and headed out to do just that.
But Keir was lying in wait, slouched against the railing, leaving me with no way to duck him. "I just need to know," he said, stepping casually into my path. "Have you lost your goddamned mind?"
I stopped short on the wide porch of Grey Haven and watched Maddie's retreating form. She was rushing across the parking lot, her cell phone jammed against her ear like she was trying to block out the world. I wondered who she was talking to. Sylvia? A friend? Fuck, a boyfriend? I bristled at the thought. Even though I had no fucking right to, the bubble of jealousy still exploded like acid in my chest. With nowhere to direct my anger, I whirled on my brother. "Get the fuck away from me, Keir," I growled, and continued on my way.
He didn't even flinch. Just stared at me steadily as he fell in
"Start rolling!" I shouted, whirling around and stalking to the camera. My whole body shook with confused emotions ricocheting around my chest like accidental fireworks. The blinding spotlight hit me and those fireworks exploded upward, carrying me higher. I screamed. I threw things. I stabbed my finger into Rane's chest and cursed him. I sank to the floor, utterly spent.
There was silence.
"Cut..." Warlox sounded astonished. "Perfect."
The set remained silent until Harlow exhaled sharply. "Holy fuck," she said, standing up and applauding.
I heard echoes of applause from the rest of the crew, but I couldn’t look up. It was too much. I was too much.
Until I heard clapping in my ear. Rane crouched down next to me, his big hands clapping together like thunder in my ears. "Nice," he nodded. "Really nice job."
He reached out his hand. It was warm and dry and I took it, glad for something to hold on to. "Thank you," I mouthed silently to him.
He grinned and pulled me lightly to my feet. For half a second, I was flush against him again, and this time, there was no time to pull myself together. Instead, I bounced onto the balls of my feet and aimed a kiss at his cheek.
He turned at the last moment, catching my lips with his.
With nothing holding me back from his danger, I opened my lips and let his tongue sweep mine, tasting the scalding heat of him right down into my cells. I drank him, devoured him, as things that had been frightened and cowering inside of me suddenly burst from their prison cells. My hands were everywhere, and with nothing to hold me back now, I plunged them down his chest to find the length of him and grasp it tightly.
We both froze.
"Fuck," he whispered as he pulled back, his fingers lingering on my face until the last moment.
I looked around wildly, yanking my hand away like I could take back what I had done. "Sorry." I grimaced.
"I'm gonna have a hard time being your friend if you keep doing stuff like that." He was making a joke, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
"I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't have to be." He stalked away on those long legs. I watched him go with a mixture of relief and dread.
All around us, the crew was breaking down the set. The shoot was over, my little part played. I could collect my check and move on. We were done, and even though I had made a fool of myself again and again, it was behind me now. I never had to see Rane Wilder again.
Until our parents' wedding.
Chapter Thirteen
Rane
Shooting was over and I was ready for a beer—or twelve. Alone.
But it was not to be.
"Yo, Rane? Party tonight?" Twitch bounced on his heels.
"Yup," I sighed. "Come by after nine."
The after party was always at my place because it had the least amount of breakable shit in it. I wanted to get back quickly, grab a shower, maybe a quick jerk to get my mind off Maddie, before the hordes showed up. Pound a few beers. Alone. I grabbed my shit and headed out to do just that.
But Keir was lying in wait, slouched against the railing, leaving me with no way to duck him. "I just need to know," he said, stepping casually into my path. "Have you lost your goddamned mind?"
I stopped short on the wide porch of Grey Haven and watched Maddie's retreating form. She was rushing across the parking lot, her cell phone jammed against her ear like she was trying to block out the world. I wondered who she was talking to. Sylvia? A friend? Fuck, a boyfriend? I bristled at the thought. Even though I had no fucking right to, the bubble of jealousy still exploded like acid in my chest. With nowhere to direct my anger, I whirled on my brother. "Get the fuck away from me, Keir," I growled, and continued on my way.
He didn't even flinch. Just stared at me steadily as he fell in
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