Unscripted Desires

by Lawson, Cassandra

  With a moan, I straddled him and slid down his cock. I started to pulse around him with the beginnings of my orgasm as I rocked against him.

  “Touch yourself,” he rasped out as he gripped my hips to guide my movements.

  When I hesitated in complying, he gave my warm ass a light tap to get me moving.

  Reaching down, I slid my fingers between my legs to stroke my clit. His gaze remained locked on my pussy, watching me touch myself as I moved against his dick. It wasn’t long until the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

  Ben shouted with his release as his dick twitched violently inside of me before I collapsed onto his chest.

  “That was incredible,” I breathed out.

  “You are incredible,” he replied before easing me off of him so he could go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he gathered me close.

  Lying in Ben’s arms, I felt at peace. It had been a rough day between traveling and dealing with the surprise party.

  “You’re right,” I whispered after a long pause.

  “Care to tell me what I’m right about?” I heard the amusement in his voice.

  “This really could work,” I replied. “Through all the stress today, the one thing that made me feel like it would all be okay was you. I could easily fall in love with you, Ben.”

  He rolled on top of me and kissed me until I had gone from sated to needy again. Only then did he break the kiss and whisper against my lips. “I’m already falling hard for you. This is going to work. Only a few more weeks of filming, and we can finally get on with our lives without all the drama.”

  That would be nice.

  Chapter 41

  Ben

  Gemma had come up with a brilliant plan to thwart Rich’s efforts to control our food intake by suggesting they film us shopping. Rich was thrilled with the idea, a bad sign. I suspected he was hoping for an ugly scene.

  One of my more embarrassing moments with Debbie had occurred in a grocery store. She’d lost her shit when a woman had asked for my autograph. The situation had escalated when I’d told her to calm down. Debbie had started screaming and throwing broccoli at me.

  As I pushed the cart through the store with Gemma by my side, I tried to avoid eying the other shoppers with suspicion. I didn’t trust that Rich and Charity hadn’t planted one or more shoppers to stir up trouble.

  “I’m getting paranoid,” I told Gemma when we turned down the aisle with baking supplies.

  “About what?” she asked.

  “Grocery stores,” I explained.

  She looked confused. “Grocery stores?”

  “I’m surprised you didn’t hear about this incident.”

  “Oh!” She covered her mouth with one hand.

  “Are you laughing at me?” I asked.

  She shook her head, her hand still covering her mouth. “Not at all. There is nothing funny about having lettuce tossed at you in a grocery store.”

  “It was broccoli,” I corrected her. “Maybe it was a little funny later.”

  “Probably much later,” she agreed as she placed a hand on my arm. “I promise I won’t throw any produce at you today.”

  “But you aren’t willing to rule out other food items?” I asked.

  She grabbed a bag of chocolate chips and set them in the cart. “I can’t make any promises. What if I can’t get your attention? I might need to throw a package of marshmallows at the back of your head.”

  “I’m glad you didn’t suggest throwing a can of soup.”

  After she set a bag of flour in the cart, I caught her hand and pulled her into my arms for a quick kiss. “Does this mean I get chocolate chip cookies?”

  “It does,” she agreed. “I’m tempted to make another cheesecake.”

  “Really?” I asked as I released her and continued following along with the cart.

  “Yeah, it would turn out better if I could follow a recipe,” she replied. “We can make it together.”

  “That would be fun,” I agreed. “I liked baking the cheesecake with you, even if it didn’t turn out perfect. Making dinners with you at night has also been fun.”

  “Just think of all we can do now that your house will be well-stocked,” she said with a grin. “I should have given in and ordered groceries earlier this week.”

  “Nah, I like picking out my food,” I told her.

  “Delivery services are great. I use them quite often,” she stated. “It makes it easier, especially when I’m buying heavy items, but I still prefer to pick out my meat and produce.”

  Two women who looked dressed for the club turned the corner with their carts. They each stopped in their tracks, gave exaggerated shrieks, and raced toward us. The heels of their shoes clicked across the floor.

  “Oh. My. God!” one screeched. “It’s Stone Morrison!”

  “I love you, Stone!” the other shouted.

  I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. This had to be staged.

  They ignored Gemma completely as they rushed to my side. Their hands were everywhere as they went on about how much they loved me.

  “Ladies,” I began as I worked my way out from between them, trying to push their hands away without hurting them. I faced them and took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m always glad to meet fans, but I’m not interested in more. I’m here with my wife.”

  Each looked at Gemma with something akin to disgust, and I no longer felt bad about brushing them off.

  “That won’t last,” one woman scoffed. “She’s not your type.”

  Gemma looked torn on how to respond. Rich and Charity likely hoped she’d fly into a jealous rage, but Gemma wasn’t that type.

  “Gemma is perfect for me.” I did nothing to mask my irritation. “She’s the woman I want to grow old with.”

  When I turned toward Gemma, one of the women reached around from behind me and grabbed my dick.

  “Hey!” I pushed her hand away.

  Gemma looked seriously pissed as she stalked toward the woman. “Get your hands off my husband.”

  The woman ran her fingernails down my back. “Why? Are you worried your husband will decide he prefers me?”

  “Oh, hell no,” Gemma said with a humorless laugh as she pushed between the woman and me. I turned and remained behind Gemma. “I don’t know what makes you think you can just put your hands all over Ben. He doesn’t want you touching him, and just because he’s famous doesn’t mean he’s lost his right to tell you to keep your hands off his body.”

  “He didn’t seem to mind,” she said with a huff.

  “Actually, I mind very much,” I stated. “I’ve already told you I’m married.”

  The woman’s face flushed, either from embarrassment or anger. Her friend chose to stay back.

  “If you don’t mind, we’re going to get back to our shopping,” Gemma announced.

  “Stone is just afraid you’ll throw broccoli at him,” she snapped before stalking past us on her way back to her cart.

  Her friend started after her but stopped and flashed us both an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. It was great meeting you, Stone. I think your wife is perfect for you. She knows how to deal with overzealous fans.”

  “That she does,” I agreed as I slipped my arm around Gemma’s shoulders and pulled her closer.

  Chapter 42

  Gemma

  Ben had to deal with the camera crew more since I was at work a big chunk of the week. I felt a little bad for him because he was also the one who had to deal with Rich’s food choices the most. Rich thought it would be great for the show if we both started a health and fitness plan together.

  Since Ben was at the end of his rope, I’d agreed to visit a local gym with Tucker while Ben got a little time alone. James had suggested they have someone stay behind to follow Ben around, but Ben had convinced them he needed to work on a few songs he was writing.

  “You’ve been married two weeks,” Tucker began as we walked up to the gym. “How does it feel?”
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  “Surreal,” I replied. “I think the television show aspect of it makes it seem more like a story rather than my real life.”

  “So, this whole gym trip is a fantasy for you?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

  “Very funny. This seems like a waste since there’s a gym at the condo we share,” I replied. “Why pay for a gym when I can use that one for free?”

  “Because you don’t live there anymore,” he pointed out. “You live with a rock star hottie who’s probably giving you all the workout you need.”

  I laughed and smacked his arm as we approached the front desk. “Jealous?”

  “Hell yeah,” he agreed. “When do I get to find my Prince Charming? I’d settle for just finding a nice man to keep me warm at night.”

  “You’ll find the right guy,” I assured him. “Any man would be lucky to have you.”

  “That’s why we’re friends,” he began. “We’re both awesome.”

  “You must be Gemma and Tucker,” the woman at the reception desk said as we approached.

  “That’s us,” I replied. “We’re here to start our trial membership.”

  The woman slid two forms across the counter. “I’m Steph. I need you to sign a couple of waivers. Sean should be down here any minute to show you around.”

  “Great,” I replied.

  “Is there any chance your husband might be signing up for a membership?” Steph asked.

  “Probably not,” I replied. “He may change his mind if I like it here.”

  I’d expected her to sound disappointed about him not joining the gym, but that wasn’t the case. “It would be rough trying to ensure his privacy. We’ve had a few famous members, who came in with their own security, and it was a lot of work keeping them from being harassed. Stone Morrison would be a real challenge, especially when so many are dying to hear the details of this show.”

  “Are you a fan of the show?” Tucker asked.

  She shook her head. “No, but since it’s being filmed in the Bay Area, I don’t think there are many people who haven’t heard about it. The morning news program I watch even has daily Stone Morrison updates. They tell you where he’s been sighted.”

  “I didn’t know about that,” I admitted. “Luckily, I can still go places without having anyone report on my whereabouts.”

  “As long as you leave your husband at home,” she agreed.

  We signed the release forms, and Sean came out to give us a tour before we were set free to try out the cardio room. It took a little longer than expected because Tucker was flirting with Sean, and Sean was flirting right back.

  Once we were in the cardio room, I looked over at Tucker with a grin. Normally, I’d mess with him more, but not when our conversation could end up on television. “It’s a nice gym.”

  “Very nice,” he agreed as he looked toward the door. “They have some amenities that the condo’s community gym does not.”

  “Like the sauna?” I asked.

  He laughed as he took his place on the climber and programed in his workout. “Yes, the sauna is one of those steamy amenities. That brings us back to your marriage.”

  I stepped onto the elliptical closest to him.

  “Nice segue,” I said with a laugh.

  “Thank you,” he replied. “I want you to tell me everything before you get too out of breath. I can’t believe I work with you every day, yet it seems like I never talk to you anymore.”

  “Is that why you decided to join a gym with me?”

  “Of course,” he agreed. “I miss you, Gemma.”

  “I miss you, too,” I replied. “This situation is so insane. I went to Vegas for Jade’s wedding, not my own. Then I fell into Ben’s arms.”

  “You look really happy,” Tucker remarked.

  “I am,” I admitted. “Ben is a sweet and funny guy. I’ve also submitted my college applications, and I hope to hear back from one soon.”

  “Then I’ll see even less of you,” he lamented.

  “We’ll still spend plenty of time together,” I promised.

  “I really should have worked out visitation rights with you before I allowed your wedding to go forward,” he teased.

  I waved a finger at him. “I still can’t believe you barged into my wedding.”

  “That wasn’t my plan,” he insisted. “I saw Debbie about to go in, so I figured I could either try to draw attention away from her or drag her ass away from the chapel.”

  “You should have gone with the second option.”

  “And miss my best friend’s wedding?” he asked. “Never.”

  We didn’t talk much throughout the rest of our workout, and it wasn’t until I stepped off the elliptical that Tucker grinned.

  “What’s that look about?” I asked.

  “You’re all sweaty.”

  “So are you,” I reminded him. “We’ll both look like sweaty messes on television.”

  “Not I,” he argued with mock offense. “I don’t sweat. I glisten.”

  “You are such a dork,” I accused.

  Chapter 43

  Ben

  Week three of filming, the crew for the baking show arrived at our home.

  “You want us to make cupcakes?” Gemma asked Rich.

  “This will be good for both shows,” he explained.

  “But they are so very unhealthy,” she reminded him.

  Rich beamed with pride, not picking up on her sarcasm. “You don’t have to eat them. I suppose they will expect you to take a bite on camera. Just hold a napkin up to your lips while pretending to wipe your mouth and spit the cupcake in there.”

  We both stared at him with wide eyes.

  “What?” he asked.

  “You have a real problem,” Gemma finally told him. “I’ve been making fun of you for how pushy you are with us about food, but now I’m genuinely worried about you.”

  “I don’t eat sugar,” he explained. “My mother likes to bake for me, and it hurts her feelings that I don’t eat the stuff she makes.”

  “Are you sure that’s all there is to it?” I asked.

  “Since you’re a recovering alcoholic, I don’t see where you have any room to judge me,” Rich snapped.

  “Don’t be so rude,” Gemma told him. “If what you said is true, then it’s sweet that you try to make your mom happy by pretending to eat her baked goods. I had a friend who used the napkin trick to hide her eating disorder. It’s a serious problem, and nothing to be ashamed of.”

  Rich’s face softened. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s just sugary foods I spit out. It was hard giving up sweets, and I don’t want to go back to that.”

  “Fair enough,” Gemma agreed. “I’m not ready to give up sugar.”

  “Whatever,” Rich grumbled. “Eat your poison. Don’t think I didn’t notice the bacon in your refrigerator. Do you know how many years that will take off your life?”

  “I’m a risk-taker,” Gemma replied.

  “You’ll have to pry my bacon out of my cold dead hands,” I added.

  Rich told James he could start filming and stormed off, muttering something about how we were both going to regret not listening to him.

  “I’m so glad you don’t buy into his evil bacon-hating propaganda,” Gemma told me as she slipped her arms around my waist.

  “We’ll fight those who oppose bacon on all fronts,” I promised before giving her a quick kiss. “Damn, all this talk about food is making me hungry. How about you?”

  “We just ate,” she reminded me.

  “Not much,” I pointed out. “I wish we could just go off and do something on our own.”

  “I’m kind of excited about this date,” she told me.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “We had a lot of fun making cheesecake together, and I think I can do a better job of making cupcakes without a recipe.”

  “All right,” I agreed. “Let’s go make some cupcakes.”

  An hour later, we were both laughing as I wiped flour from Ge
mma’s nose.

  “Baking may not be one of your talents,” she told me around her laughter as she looked at the messy kitchen. “I’m going to have to insist that you stick to main courses while I handle dessert.”

  I chuckled as I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her close. “That seems like a good idea. You don’t make messes like this when you bake without me.”

  “I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how we ended up with this mess,” she mused before clutching my shirt and going up on tiptoes to kiss my chin.

  “Are you sure you’ll still have time to bake for me once you start school?” I asked.

  “I’ll make time to avoid this mess,” she assured me.

  Pauline and Ellen joined us. “Does this talk mean Gemma has been accepted into college?” Pauline asked. “On our last show, she hadn’t even started applying.”

  “I’ve submitted all my applications, and I expect to hear something any day,” Gemma replied.

  “Do you have a first choice?” Ellen asked.

  “We’re keeping information regarding the colleges Gemma applied to private,” I explained.

  “How do you think Gemma’s new schedule as a student will affect your marriage?” Pauline asked, making me wonder if Rich and Charity had given them a list of questions to ask us.

  “I don’t think it will have a huge impact on our time together,” Gemma replied for me.

  “We may even have more time since Gemma won’t be working,” I added. “Of course, I’ll have to keep my hands to myself while she’s studying, and that won’t be easy.”

  “You may be working by then,” Gemma reminded me.

  “Let’s hope so,” I replied quietly. I’d yet to hear anything about the movie.

  Gemma stroked my cheek and met my gaze. “I believe in you, Ben.”

  Few words had ever held such meaning.

  Chapter 44

  Ben

  There were only three more days of filming, and I could finally have my wife all to myself. Gemma was at work, so I had the camera crew up my ass all day. They were hoping I’d be in the mood to monologue for them. The problem was, I didn’t have much to say.