To Hell and Back

by Leigha Taylor

  Her hair is in one long braid with little wisps that have escaped throughout the day framing her face. She’s in jeans and a simple t-shirt, barefoot after kicking her sneakers off just inside the door. She doesn’t need another thing; this simple, end-of-the-day, natural look makes her the sexiest woman I have ever seen. My heart skips a beat when she smiles at me; I am not sure I will ever stop having this reaction when she walks into the room. God, I hope I never do.

  “What’s going on in here?” she asks me, making her way over for a hello kiss.

  “It’s a date.” I beam at her.

  “Well, it smells amazing in here, which is perfect because I’m starving.”

  “Nothing but the finest cuisine for la bella donna,” I tell her in my best Italian accent.

  “Why, thank you, kind sir.” She curtsies and we both laugh. Since the bench seats at our dining table are stationary, there is no chair to pull out. I settle for taking her hand as she sits down, then opening her napkin and placing it on her lap. Even with no wait-staff, I can try my best to make this a five-star experience.

  We talk about everything imaginable over dinner, from world news to sitcoms to all the puns we can think of. I come up with a few, but Brie is the winner with, “I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down.” We both laugh harder than we should, and I just can’t top that one.

  When dinner is over, we set our dishes in the sink and I shoo her away when she tries to wash them. “No chores tonight,” I say, kissing her neck and ears as I pull her away from the kitchenette. I tell her to get comfortable and she heads for the bathroom while I set up the movie on the TV in the small living area.

  When Brie comes back out of the bathroom, it takes all my willpower not to skip the movie completely. She has brushed out her long, gorgeous hair and it falls in soft waves around her face and down her back. Her lips are shiny with some kind of soft pink gloss, and she’s wearing a short white nightgown that leaves just enough to the imagination to give me all kinds of exciting and arousing thoughts.

  I’ve already stripped down to my boxer shorts, so we snuggle up on the couch and I press “play”. Brie lets out a little squeal of excitement when she sees the movie I’ve chosen, leaning up to kiss my cheek. I wrap my arms around her, pull a blanket over us, and sit back to enjoy my time with her, if not the movie itself.

  About an hour and a half later, Humphrey Bogart leaves us with the iconic, “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” and I end up more impressed with the film than I’d anticipated. From the dreamy expression on Brie’s face, it seems to have been a hit with her as well.

  “Thank you so much for this evening, Carson,” she murmurs against my lips. I suck her bottom lip in, hanging onto the kiss for an extra second.

  “It’s not nearly over, Angel,” I rasp. Standing up, I extend my girl a hand and pull her up next to me. She shrieks as I lift her into my arms and carry her into the bedroom. I cannot keep my hands off this woman for another second. I love everything about her, but my naked body against hers gives me a thrill that is unmatched.

  I set her down at the foot of the bed just long enough to pull the nightgown over her head. I pick her up again, setting her down in the center of the bed. She is the incarnation of Aphrodite with her firm, full breasts looking up at me and her sweet sex barely hidden by the wisp of pink cloth stretched around her hips. I pull the panties from her as well and slide up next to her. She reaches for me, but I lift her hands above her head and whisper, “Don’t move, Angel. Let me take care of you.”

  She grips the pillow above her tightly in her hands and gazes at me with an expression I can only describe as liquid desire in her eyes. Forget what I said before; Aphrodite herself has nothing on this angel of mine.

  Slowly, gently, I kiss her thoroughly as she squirms against me, frustrated with her inability to touch me. When I finally pull back, her lips are soft and swollen, their rosy color deepened. I run my hands along her sides, moving downward. She gasps as I brush my thumbs across her nipples, then her belly button before just skimming the insides of her hips and thighs on my way down her body. My goal is her delicate feet, the ones she spent so many hours standing on today. Being with her isn’t just about getting my pleasure from her. It’s about taking care of her; mind, body and soul. I rub the soles of her feet in circles with the pads of my thumbs, working the tired muscles there. Brie watches me with a smile on her face, saying nothing.

  After her feet have had their attention, I work my massaging hands back up her legs and thighs, pulling her legs apart to access every part of her. My thumbs just skim the outer lips of the soft, bare skin, and she arches her hips to try to create more pressure against her favorite place to be touched. I move in and out, closer then farther away, eliciting a frustrated moan from my Angel that almost takes away my willpower. Almost. Teasing her, making her feel good everywhere… That wins every damn time.

  I roll her over on to her stomach so I can continue to massage her muscles. I rub the tight globes of her ass, dipping deeper again between her legs to keep her aroused, then moving away again. I move my hands in tight circles up her back and then cover her body with mine, my erection pressing firmly against the swell of her ass. I move her hair aside and kiss the back of her neck. I can feel her hips gently rocking against me as she feels the pleasure I love to give.

  Rolling her over again, I take one of her taut pink nipples into my mouth and roll it against my tongue. She finally loses control and pulls her hands from the pillow she’s patiently held onto all this time. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls my face more tightly against her. I let it slide because it’s just so fucking hot to have the physical confirmation from her that she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I move to the other breast and she presses her mound against me, trying to create some friction to relieve the ache I know she’s beginning to feel in her core.

  Lifting my head, she looks into my eyes and whispers, “Can we try something?”

  If there were ever words that could make me come in my shorts, those are probably the ones. Up until this point, I’ve taken the lead in our lovemaking. She gives me plenty of physical cues when she wants something, but she’s never asked for anything directly.

  My voice barely works and I choke back at her, “Anything.” I mean it. I don’t think there is a damn thing she could ask for right now that I wouldn’t give her.

  Shyly, she sits up and asks me to switch positions with her. I take her place and she looks down from above, biting that fucking lip at me. Whoever taught these women that trick should be spanked and thanked at the same time. She kisses my lips softly before trailing kisses down my torso to the throbbing erection beneath my boxers. “Take ‘em off,” she demands. I’m not sure I’ve ever moved so fast in my life. Whatever she’s planning, every part of my body wants in.

  I close my eyes and wait for the incredible sensation of her lips around my cock. When it doesn’t happen, I open them again and she proves her ability to surprise the hell out of me with her next move. Turning around, she moves over me, straddling my chest. I can feel her breath on the skin of my shaft and her clit is just inches from my face.

  I draw in a deep breath as her hand runs up and down the length of me and she takes the swollen head into her mouth. Grasping her hips, I join in by thrusting my tongue deep within her. Her head lifts at the sensation, back arching, and it takes her a second to get control and come back down to find me. The long, slow pulls on my cock spur me on and it becomes a furious competition of oral skills

  If there is one thing I have learned about my girl, she loves the feeling of being filled. Her tightness makes it an easy goal to achieve. I press two fingers inside of her, feeling for the soft sponge of her g-spot. I can feel her moaning her way up and down, the vibrations intensifying the pleasure she gives me. Slowly, firmly, I press a third finger into her and suck directly on her clit. It’s more than she can take and she pulls off me, her hand taking the
place of her mouth as her muscles clamp down on my fingers and she rides out her orgasm on top of me.

  I am out from under her in seconds, leaving her on her hands and knees in front of me. “Don’t you dare move,” I growl as I fumble to pull a condom from the shelf above the bed. I’ve barely finished rolling it on when I pull her ass toward me and plunge into her hot depths from behind. I reach around her and roll her clit between two fingers as I fuck her mercilessly. This woman drives me completely mad and I can’t get close enough, get deep enough, to satisfy myself. She consumes me and I love every second of it.

  I can feel her begin to pulse around me and I know she’s close again. Pressing my hand more firmly against her mound, I continue the intense, steady rhythm and it’s seconds before she comes apart against me. I follow close behind her with a hoarse shout. Spots float in front of my eyes from the intensity of it all and we’re both breathing fast as we finally break apart. I lie on my side and pull her into my arms. “Fuck, Angel, if that is as close to Heaven as I ever get, I’ll take it.”

  She smiles sleepily at me, worn out both from the long day and the intense lovemaking. “Me, too, Carson,” she yawns. “You’re not just Heaven, you’re my Home.”

  I kiss her forehead and draw lazy circles on her back as she falls asleep in my arms.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brielle

  To be honest, today has been a real bitch and so has Madeline. There was a heavy shooting schedule today with scenes involving both she and Carson, and it will continue tomorrow. She hasn’t said a word to me directly in days, but she has an uncanny ability to make me feel insecure and uncomfortable with a glance.

  Even between scenes, she cozies up to Carson as though she has some claim on him. I have to keep telling myself that he’s just trying to be professional, but sometimes I wish he would tell her to keep her hands off him unless the cameras are rolling. Last night was one of the most incredible, amazing nights of my life and it just kills me to watch another woman touching the man who was responsible for it all.

  Adam and Kate stressed over rewrites all day and Tom was even starting to pull his hair out. He had to reshoot the same scene six times because Madeline “just didn’t feel that her lines were true to her character.” Puh-lease. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Carson has to kiss and touch her in the one scene she wants played on repeat.

  The stress of today finally started to melt away, though, as Daisy and Sara got their long-awaited chance to work their magic on me. Daisy created sexy beach waves in my hair and Sara transformed me from my everyday self into some sort of flawless beauty. I ran into Carson when I stopped in at the trailer to change my clothes. The work of my two friends left him stunned and I’m hoping it will be enough to push any thoughts of Madeline right out of his head.

  If I had any stress left after getting the star treatment, it’s gone right now. I’m headed home from one of the best nights I have ever had. Daisy and Sara both assured me there is nothing like a girls’ night out to really give you a chance to let loose and have a great time. Although the original idea was Carson’s, the plan was all theirs. The three of them have put a lot of effort into making me feel better after the drama with Madeline and they’ve really outdone themselves.

  The girls took me out to a really fun fondue place for dinner – we had a pot of the most delicious smelling broth in the center of our table and used it to cook all kinds of different foods – vegetables, steak, chicken, shrimp, and even lobster. I found out that for all its hype, lobster really isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, at least for me. I loved the steak, but found the lobster a little sweet for my tastes.

  After dinner, we went to a dance club. Sara told me that one of a girl’s greatest pleasures is shaking her booty on the dance floor. Now, I took ballet when I was in elementary school, but that’s probably the last time I did more than bob my head to whatever was on the radio. There was definitely no “booty-shaking” going on at Ms. Corey’s Petite Princess Ballet Studio. A grand plié was about as exciting as it got back then.

  That being said, I was surprised at how much fun we had. We definitely couldn’t hear each other talk, but that didn’t stop us from laughing so hard our sides ached. I didn’t recognize a single song they played the whole night, but it didn’t matter. All I had to do was keep moving and keep laughing. The girls were really awesome about not making me feel like a child while I was out with them – they didn’t drink or anything, and instead of hitting the bar after the club, we went to a little hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant Sara recommended. They’re open late every night of the week, catering to the bar and club crowd. Since we were headed back relatively early, we had the place to ourselves. I ate three of the best tacos I have ever had in my life while we learned a few Spanish words from our waiter.

  The smile is still on my face when Daisy pulls up outside the trailer to drop me off. I’m sweaty and my hair is a disaster, but I feel wonderful and I can’t wait to get in and see Carson. Judging by the look on his face when I headed out this evening, he loves my outfit. He mentioned something about wanting to be the one to take me out of it when I got back.

  The girls pull away, waving furiously out the windows of the green late-model hybrid Daisy loves. I wave back until they’re out of sight and I turn to head inside. I open the door to the darkened trailer and feel for the light switch. I can only see a sliver of light coming from the back of the trailer, where our bedroom and bathroom are; the pocket door is pulled almost all the way closed. It registers as a little odd; I think we’ve closed that door only once since I’ve lived here. I had a migraine one night and Carson had new lines to learn, so he closed the door sat in the dining area poring over the script while I slept.

  Just as I feel the light switch beneath my palm, I freeze. I hear a female giggle coming from the bedroom area and my entire body goes cold. Instead of flipping the switch, I make my way closer to the small lighted area outside the door. I can hear Carson’s voice, low and steady, and then another giggle, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.

  The trust I have in Carson is warring with my innate inability to trust anyone fully. On one level, I know Carson loves me and that there must be more to this than meets the eye, but there are only so many reasons I can come up with that a man and a woman would be in a closed bedroom together.

  My breath catches when I hear a woman say, “We both know it’s always been us, Carson. She will never understand you, never understand your life. I know this life, I know you.”

  I instantly know who owns that voice. I should – I’ve listened to enough whining and bitching coming out of her mouth this week. Madeline. I was so sure Carson wasn’t into her, so sure he was honest about his lack of feelings for her. Last night erased any doubts I might have had left. But now, standing here, I just can’t wrap my head around this. What is she doing here?

  I hear Carson’s voice again, this time it’s crystal clear what he says. “Maddie, look. Brie will be back soon. You have to…” His voice cuts off and I hear the unmistakable sound of lips smacking together and a low female moan.

  I can’t listen to another second of this. I push the door open and stare, wide-eyed, as Madeline devours the face of the love of my life. Her arms are around him and his hands are on her shoulders.

  “Why?” I ask weakly.

  It’s just enough to break the focus of the two lovers and they both turn in my direction. Carson’s eyes widen and his mouth is open. He stares at me, shocked, not saying a word. Madeline just smiles at me as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “You told me she was lying.” It comes out as not much more than a whisper. “You promised there was no truth to what she said. What was last night about? Is this what the girls’ night out was really for?” I ask. My voice is quiet and steady, belying the agonizing ache spreading through my chest. “If you wanted me out, you only had to ask.”

  Carson seems to finally get his wits about him, and says, “An
gel…”

  It’s the last word I want to hear right now. It seems my white knight is as big a fairytale as the rest of them. I need to get out of here. This small trailer feels like it’s closing in on me by the second. As I turn to leave, Carson tries to reach for me, but Madeline is between us. Go figure. I’m out the door of the trailer in seconds and I run, no destination in mind, I just run. I exit the parking lot and make it about a block down the street before the three-inch heels Daisy talked me into wearing stop me from going another step. I reach down and pull them off, looking around for a place to sit and get my thoughts together.

  A few buildings down I know there is a little restaurant called Annie’s that’s open pretty late. They have great pancakes – Carson and I sometimes stop in when he’s on set well past dinner. I walk the rest of the way in my bare feet, only slipping my shoes back on to enter the building. I take a table as far back as possible and sit down. I haven’t cried and I haven’t screamed. I haven’t even taken a second to process the scene I walked in on back there. My heart hurts and my stomach aches, but the rest of me is numb. I have no idea how long I sit there before the waitress comes over to ask if she can get me something to drink. I stare blankly, and after a moment she recognizes me from all the nights I’ve been here before.

  “Oh, hey, honey,” the middle-aged waitress smiles at me. The name on the worn tag she wears says Laura. “I didn’t recognize you without that movie star of yours! You probably get that a lot…”

  She trails off as she stares at me with growing horror. She’s done it. The tears have started. They’re flowing faster than I can catch them with the napkin I picked up and I stop even trying. The quiet weeping gives way to racking sobs as I lay my head down on the chipped laminate tabletop. Laura pats my back and says, “Oh, sweetie, I’m sure it’s okay. Whatever it is, it will be fine.”

  I look up into her concerned face and try to speak, “He – I... But I – I can’t even…” I can’t catch my breath enough to get a full sentence out.