His voice trailed off as I stroked his chest and followed that little path of hair, hooked my finger in the waist of his jeans, and smiled up at him. “Are you sure not like this?” I asked and slipped my fingers inside, teasing him and touching him further down.
He grabbed my hands and backed me towards the bed. “Not like this,” he repeated, pushing me gently down onto the covers. “But this, we can do this right now…” he said, and he slipped my pants off, followed by my embarrassing panties that were of no consequence anymore.
He kissed my thighs until all I could do was sigh, fall back into the thickness of my down comforter, and run my hands through his thick hair. “And like this, we can do this…” he said as his kisses moved slower and closer to my throbbing clit. I moaned and stretched so I could part my legs and arch my back, the anticipation of his mouth reaching my most sensitive parts almost killing me.
His hot breath hit my inner thigh and I cried out, my lust becoming too much for me to contain. “Oh, Aaron,” I exhaled as I writhed, wrapping my fingers in his long hair and letting him move his face closer to the sweet spot.
His beard let me know how close he was. It rubbed against my inner thigh and hit me in just the right way, making me quiver with excitement.
I had truly never been this full of desire. I felt like a tightly coiled spring about to break free…a bow that had been pulled taut and was about to be let loose.
“Reagan, are you awake?” Melanie’s voice came from my door followed by a few sharp knocks.
I froze, Aaron froze, and I wanted to shriek at her for ruining my moment.
I half-mouthed, half-whispered, “Shhhh,” in hopes that he would stay still and she would go away.
Melanie was quiet, but I heard another sharp knock on the door and the handle rattle as Melanie tested it out.
“Come on, Reagan…I know you’re in there. We have an emergency, I need you now!”
“Shit,” I whispered. “I should find out what’s going on.”
“Goddammit, princess, this is exactly why I’m not going to fuck you like this,” he growled in a deep rumble. “I wanted to taste you, though, so damn them to hell for interrupting.”
He dipped his face towards me quickly and drew his tongue across my cleft, my soaking, throbbing, aching cleft. I gasped and thrust upwards, and he buried his nose and his face in me, lapping at my juices and making the most incredible noises of hunger that I’d ever heard.
“Reagan, don’t make me go get the key, I can hear you in there. Is Aaron with you? He’s missing, and so is one of the girls.”
I groaned in irritation and knew our time was over. Melanie was really fucking persistent, and she had gotten it into her head that I knew where Aaron was.
And as it would happen, I did know where he was. He was between my thighs, his mouth on my liquid heat, eating me like he was a starving man devouring his first meal in weeks.
“I have to answer her,” I gasped, loosening my grip on his hair. “I’m sorry, I have to talk to her, you know she’s not gonna go away.”
“I could make her go away,” he grumbled, looking up from between my trembling thighs. “I could take you to my house, and we could make the world go away.”
My heart flipped, and my body wanted to leap up and run to his house to escape all this shit and find my way in his arms.
But I sighed, smiled wanly, and sat up. “You know we can’t. I need this show and you need this money. I hate that, but it’s the reality of our situation.”
He sat up on his knees and placed a hand on each of my legs. “This is true,” he replied, frowning and looking determined. “We can make it the last week or so, right? We can make it through and then I’m going to take you back to my place and fuck you properly, like you deserve to be fucked.”
He bent quickly, kissed my sensitive flesh, and left me gasping again as he stood. I wanted to be fucked properly by Aaron, and god, knew I wanted it soon.
14
AARON
It hurt to stop drinking from Reagan’s sweet nectar. My body ached, my cock was painfully hard, and I felt like gnashing my teeth and yelling at Melanie to go the fuck away.
I stood slowly and helped Reagan off her bed. She told Melanie to simmer down, pulled her clothes back on, and stood in front of me, adjusting them to appear as though she hadn’t just been splayed with her legs open and my face buried between.
“I hate this,” she said before she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her and marvelled at the way she fit perfectly against my body. “Your beard smells like me,” she said with a little smile, her cheeks flaring red as she looked down, embarrassed.
“My tongue still tastes like you,” I said and nuzzled her neck. “I might never wash my face again.”
She giggled and put her hands on my chest and pushed. “I really need to handle this, and you really should go wash.”
“Make me,” I replied and snarled playfully as I nibbled her ear.
“Reagan, for fuck’s sake, I can hear you guys!”
“I’m coming, goddammit,” Reagan snarled and jerked out of my arms with a dark look on her face. “I seriously can’t believe this is happening like this.”
“We’ll get there, princess,” I assured her, placing a large hand softly on her arm. “When you’ve got something like we’ve got, it’s worth waiting for.”
“If I don’t explode first,” she exhaled in a huff.
“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” I chuckled, reaching around her and opening the door.
Melanie was standing there with her hands crossed in front of her and tapping one foot with annoyed vigor. “Seriously? You guys couldn’t wait a week before production was over to start banging? This is totally going to ruin the chemistry on the show.”
“We weren’t banging,” I said gruffly, “and don’t worry, I can still fake it with the girls we have left.”
“What the hell is so important that you needed to burst in here this late?” Reagan demanded as she shifted uncomfortably. It made me smile to know she was throbbing for me as hot as I was for her.
“Well, Aaron is apparently not missing now, but Crystal is,” Melanie replied with an angry pout. “So I’m at least partly justified, thank you very much.”
“Are you checking up on them?” Reagan asked.
“Of course, we needed to know if any of them were sneaking off to Aaron’s room. It makes for good television, all that dramatic night camera footage of horny people lurking around looking to get laid. I guess all we have is Aaron now.”
“We won’t be using that footage,” Reagan said, and with that, she stormed out of her room, leaving Melanie and I to look at each other, shrug, and follow quickly behind her.
“Have you checked Eddie’s room?” I asked Melanie as we kept up with Reagan.
“No, why would I?” she asked with a tense voice.
“The way they’ve been eye-fucking each other might be a clue,” I replied with a chuckle.
Reagan stopped and whirled around. “You mean Eddie? Cameraman Eddie?”
“Yeah, that’s the one,” I said.
“Damn him, I told him to keep his dick in his pants on this shoot,” she said with a scowl, then glaring at Melanie. “Where is his room?”
“Follow me,” Melanie barked, taking the lead. I walked with Reagan, my hand brushing on hers and sending little jolts of mutual desire up both our arms.
This felt surreal, chasing through the historic Kaslo Lodge in my small town next to the woman of my dreams while trying to bust two grown adults having sex like we were their parents or something.
Oh, how my life had changed, and if I hadn’t met Reagan, I would have placed blame over this shit show directly on my brother, Axel.
But I couldn’t resent the changes, I had to embrace them, because they’d led me directly to her.
I could still smell her on my beard and taste her on my tongue and it was driving me fucking mad.
“H
ere,” Melanie said, stopping in front of a door in the staff wing. “Crystal, are you in there? You know this is against your contract.” She banged on the door to emphasize her point.
We heard scuffling from inside and a woman’s voice exclaim wordlessly.
“I think she’s in there, why don’t you handle this, and I’ll make sure Aaron gets back to his room?” Melanie told Reagan. Reagan looked like she was about to protest but closed her mouth into a grim line and thought better of it.
I wanted to say something too but had to keep quiet as I followed Melanie back to my room. I braced myself for her lecture and it wasn’t more than a few steps before she started in on me.
“Listen, I get it. I really do. Back in LA, I can be carefree and have fun, but this show isn’t just about saving Reagan’s career, it’s about getting mine off the ground. This means everything to me. I can see how much you two are into each other, it’s kind of gross really, but please keep it tucked away until we wrap up.”
“I can’t fake it,” I growled, glancing over at her as we walked. “I can’t just pretend I’m not fucking crazy about her. This kind of thing doesn’t go back in the box once it’s out.”
“I understand, and I say go for it once we’re done. But you have to promise me we can limp through this last little bit and you’ll be free to ravage my best friend day and night, okay? For me?”
I scowled and didn’t answer.
“Okay, how about for her? Her father is Pavel Black, you might have even heard of him up here in the middle of the nineteenth century, right?”
I nodded but didn’t look at her. I couldn’t imagine what it had been like growing up in the middle of such a famous and scandalous family. Of course I’d heard about Pavel Black, who hadn’t?
“Imagine the pressure Reagan has grown up with, feeling the constant need to be successful and perfect like her father. He’s a bit of a bastard and has never given Reagan the approval she wants and needs, and this show is her last hope to get his admiration. So this isn’t just about her career, this is about finally getting the thumbs-up from dear old Dad, understand?”
My heart beat with fury thinking about anybody treating my princess without complete and utter adoration. My fists clenched when I thought about Reagan feeling rejected and unloved. I wanted to smash Pavel Black’s smug face until he told Reagan how much she mattered. I wanted to make Reagan feel like she mattered whether or not her piece of shit dad decided to tell her so.
I wanted to be her everything, so she didn’t need things like this stupid TV show to make her feel special.
I wanted to be her world, and make her mine.
But I could see Melanie’s reasoning, so I exhaled slowly and said, “Fine. I’ll finish this shit and make your viewers believe I’m not completely and totally head-over-heels in love with the producer.”
Melanie reached my door, stopped, and flashed me a wide grin. “I’m glad to hear that. I mean, the head-over-heels part, I still want my friend to fall in love with the kind of guy who would move mountains for her, and I have a feeling you would be able to shake up the world if anybody hurt her.”
“Fucking right, I would,” I growled, but smiled back at her, softening as I thought about Reagan. “I know we come from two different worlds, but I’ll be damned if I don’t find a way to make them work together. I can’t let her go back to LA now that I have her here.”
Melanie kept smiling, but I saw a flicker of concern flash over her features at that. “That might be a problem, my friend, but I wish you all the luck in the world convincing Reagan to give up her life in LA. You’ll need it.”
She left, and I went inside, locked the door, and sat on the edge of my bed with a new problem rearing its ugly head.
How was I going to get my princess to leave her kingdom and move to Woodbridge, Alaska? There wasn’t anything going on up here that would interest her in terms of a career, so how would I entice the perfect women to dive into my world?
* * *
We managed to survive a few more days with the occasional stolen moment in the hallway here and there, and one long, hot make-out session in the laundry room before we’d been interrupted by a crewmember looking for Reagan. She had to go over two different scenes and make the executive decision on what made the final cut.
It hadn’t been that bad, and every phony axe ceremony left us one girl closer to being together at last. We were down to the wire now, just a few girls left and less than a handful of days to suffer through before my head fucking exploded without Reagan in my arms.
Melanie sent Addison, her PA, to wake me first thing in the morning. I had a breakfast date with one of the girls, followed by a romantic horseback ride through the forest.
I was sure it would play well on TV and make all the housewives swoon and go damp in their panties for a big, burly romantic like me, but it was all bullshit.
How was I supposed to make small talk with a girl I had no interest in while my head was full of Reagan?
I smiled at the short brunette, Mickey, when we got into the Jeep they’d given us. I didn’t see Reagan with the crew and hoped she’d stay away for a while. It was so hard to fake it when her eyes were burning into me.
“Oh my god, I’m so excited about this,” Mickey said, giggling as she slipped her seatbelt on.
“Me too, I feel like we haven’t had enough time to really get to know each other,” I told her and started the car. I drove, knowing the cameras mounted on the dashboard were capturing every moment, and faked it like I’d never faked it before.
Mickey turned out to be genuinely sweet. She was a country girl and had actually been on a horse, packed firewood, and gutted her own fish before. In no time at all, the conversation started flowing, and we laughed at each other’s stupid jokes like we’d been friends for years.
At the ranch with my neighbour Dave McCullough and his wife Noreen, we had breakfast outside at a big table. Dave and Noreen had really put on a good spread for us, so at Melanie’s insistence, I fed Mickey strawberries dipped in whipped cream and let her slip her finger into my mouth to lick off melted chocolate.
I felt dirty, like I was cheating on Reagan, but Melanie was a constant task driver and wouldn’t let me slip. She helped me focus on making this believable.
The horseback ride was short—we were surrounded by crew and cameras and only needed enough footage to look like we’d spent hours on the horses in the sunshine.
Melanie finished up the shoot with us on a blanket, the horses tied behind us, kissing and whispering to each other all the sweet things the viewers would want to hear.
On the way back, I was silent, and I was hunched over as I rode in the back seat. Filming was over, so we could go back to being ourselves.
The problem was that Mickey didn’t seem to have caught on. I might have made it a little too believable, because she wouldn’t stop chattering away to me like we were a real couple.
I hated myself just then. I hated that I was playing Mickey and that Reagan would have to watch the footage of us kissing, and more immediately, I hated that I was backed into this corner and had no way out.
I was a man trapped and feeling close to breaking. These next few days were going to be insanely difficult, and I somehow doubted that I could make it through without my princess.
15
REAGAN
Melanie had tricked me this morning, getting me to set up in one spot while she took Aaron and one of the girls off site to a romantic date. I could barely talk to her when they got back, and I immediately went looking for Aaron.
I found him sitting in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and browsing the local small town rag.
“Hey stranger,” I said, sliding into one of the chairs beside him.
“Hey princess,” he greeted me with a smile, dropping the paper and leaning toward me, to brush a strand of hair off my face. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, but it seems like Melanie is conspiring to keep us apart.”
“How Shakespearian of her,” he said with a raised brow. “Should we bring more drama into this act of her play?”
I laughed, “What do you have in mind? And Shakespeare? Isn’t that a bit deep for a country boy?”
“I have many hidden layers, princess. And my plan? Just this for now,” he replied, his voice suddenly husky with desire. Without further warning, he cupped the back of my head and kissed me. His lips tasted like coffee, and his beard smelled fresh and clean. Of course, he would have had to wash the scent of me off him, but it still made me feel territorial, like I needed to rub myself all over him so no other woman would dare approach.
“I’ve missed that,” I said as we broke apart.
“Oh, me too, princess,” he replied as he slipped his hands between my thighs, cupping my mound through my yoga pants. Don’t judge me, I didn’t bring much with me other than super comfy, non-sexy clothing.
Aaron didn’t seem to mind, and I felt myself throb and heat up at his touch, and it felt so right, his hand there as if he owned me already. I felt a little thrill snake up my spine at the thought of it, of him taking such control of me.
Damn, here I was, an independent professional woman, and I was getting all hot and horny at the thought of this giant muscle bound lumberjack dragging me back to his place and making me his. It was an image that played over and over in my mind and I couldn’t wait until it came true.
I wet my lips with my tongue and looked at him, and the way he held me in his gaze made me even hotter. He stared at me like I was something to be savoured and devoured, and when I thought about the feel of his mouth on me, I almost passed out from the mere memory.
Okay, maybe I didn’t almost pass out, but I felt lightheaded and giddy, as if I’d had a couple glasses of champagne.
“It’s just a couple more days,” I said to reassure him, “and then we can be together.”
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