Do You Do Extras? (An American in the UK Book 1)

by Nikki Ashton

  “Fuuuuck,” I groaned quietly. “What pretty girl?” I breathed heavily. “What would you call it?”

  “Little dick,” she cried, bursting into laughter and rolling off me, onto her back. “You’re Dick, so it must be little dick.”

  Phoebe howled with laughter, rolling around, clutching her knees to her chest and while ‘little dick’ was somewhat disappointed, I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. The sound resounded around the room, pure and crystal clear and totally infectious.

  “You little shit,” I said, my hands pulling her to me, and wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace.

  We laughed together, our bodies aligning perfectly, and I felt lighter than I had in years. Phoebe Drinkwater was important to me and I knew I had to do whatever possible to make us last longer than the shoot.

  Phoebe and I were sitting having dinner with Beth, while the boys were reading in the lounge. It had been a great meal of steak and salad, that Phoebe had cooked, while I’d told Beth all about my situation. Maybe it would have been wiser not to, I didn’t know what it was with these two women, but I just wanted to be open with them both. It felt natural to let them in on all the shit in my life, and I didn’t have fears of any consequences. No doubt Marcia would tear me a new asshole for giving away the family secrets, but I trusted both Phoebe and Beth.

  “So, what’ve you decided to do?” Phoebe asked.

  “I’m going to do it.”

  Phoebe gasped and grabbed for my hand. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I owe him nothing, but he’s my dad and I couldn’t live with myself if I let him die.”

  “You’re a bigger person than I am.” Beth looked through the glass double doors to where the boys were sitting, still reading quietly. “I’d never want those boys to help Steven. I’d actively encourage them not to in fact.”

  “I don’t think you would.”

  “I would Phoebes. I’d keep it from them. He doesn’t deserve anything from them after abandoning us. You,” Beth said, nodding at me, “I kind of get it. Your dad left because of your mum being a drunk, but he still left you with her.”

  “I know that,” I said, reliving the pain. “But before that he was a great dad. Was Steven?”

  “No.” Beth huffed. “He left because he’s a wanker and had been from the minute they were born.”

  I let out a laugh. “He does sound like a total piece of work, I’ve got to be honest.”

  “He was. He is,” Phoebe said, turning up her nose. “I never wanted her to marry him in the first place.”

  “Why, didn’t you like him?”

  “Nope, I didn’t. Plus, he self-tanned and plucked his eyebrows. What sort of a man does that?”

  I kept my mouth well and truly closed, knowing that both were things I’d had to do in the past, usually on a director’s say so, but I’d still done them.

  “Oh and he had bad breath. I have no idea how you could even kiss him, Beth.”

  Beth simply shrugged and picked up her glass of wine.

  “The thing is,” Phoebe said. “If it’s all got to be top secret and he isn’t to find out you’re the donor, how the hell is it going to work?”

  “Sue-Ann says she and dad’s wife have it all planned out. We’ll be in the same clinic and he’ll be told the donor is going to be taken off life support.”

  “Do you really think he deserves a kidney, if he’s not willing to see or speak to you?” Beth asked.

  “That’s the point of why it has to be secret. His wife told Sue-Ann he won’t accept it if he knows it’s mine.” I blew out a breath and rubbed my forehead.

  “But?” Phoebe said.

  “But what?”

  “But you’re not sure.”

  I looked at her and wondered how she’d known that I didn’t feel right about keeping it a secret. I hadn’t said anything, but she’d noticed.

  “I want to go and see him,” I announced.

  “Really, after what he did?”

  “Beth,” Phoebe said softly. “This is Grantley’s decision.”

  “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m just very anti men who abandon their kids, that’s all.”

  I nodded, totally understanding Beth’s feelings on the subject.

  “I just feel that it should be his choice. It shouldn’t be down to his wife and his ex-wife to decide. I want to help him, but I also don’t want to do this behind his back.”

  “So what are you going to do?” Phoebe took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

  “I’ve spoken to Alexi and he said I can have three days off. He’ll shoot around me and do all the reverse shots that I’m not in. He’s been pretty great to be honest.”

  Alexi couldn’t have been more understanding. He’d listened and not once flown off the handle at my request. I’d only wanted a couple of days, but it was him who suggested I take three. Yeah, the jet lag would be a bitch, but I’d power through it somehow.

  “When do you go?” Phoebe asked, her lips downturned and her shoulders slumped.

  “When do we go, you mean?”

  “You and Barney or you and Marcia?”

  I shook my head and grinned. “No, you and me, pretty girl. You’re coming with me.”

  “I-I can’t go,” she stammered, looking at Beth. “You need me here.”

  “I can get some help for Beth, if she needs it,” I offered. “I mean I wouldn’t send Marcia around, she’d scare the kids, but I could organize something.”

  “God no,” Beth replied. “I can manage. I don’t need her as much as she thinks. She’s crap at the discipline thing anyway.”

  “I am not,” Phoebe protested. “I can do discipline. Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about.”

  They stared at each other for a tense moment. I averted my gaze, to give them some privacy. Then Beth gave her a warm smile. “That’s going to take two weeks, so go.”

  “Please,” I begged. “I need you with me.”

  And who could refuse that? Luckily for me, not Phoebe.

  Phoebe

  The last couple of days had been a whirlwind. As well as shooting, or hanging around in the holding room in my case, Grantley and I were getting ready for three days in Ohio. Most of the organisation had been done by Marcia, who’d bitched that I was going, but Grantley had insisted. In those two days, I hadn’t seen much of him, mainly because it was all being kept secret from Sue-Ann. Grantley didn’t want to risk it getting out and Sue-Ann tipping off his dad’s wife. I was pretty glad, because I was a rubbish liar and would have never pulled it off. Grantley on the other hand was an actor, it was a piece of cake for him. We were now on the plane, in First Class, on the last leg of the journey from O’Hare airport in Chicago.

  Grantley seemed nervous, he’d barely spoken for the last hour and now, only thirty minutes from landing, he was bouncing his leg and rhythmically tapping his thick, silver rings against the arm of his seat.

  “It’ll be fine,” I said, laying a hand on his knee to stop it from moving.

  He looked at me from under the peak of his all black, DSquared2 cap and wiped away the thin sheen of sweat on his top lip.

  “I haven’t seen him for twenty years. What if he doesn’t know who I am?”

  I giggled and gave his knee a gentle squeeze. “You’re the famous Grantley James, of course he’ll recognise you.”

  Grantley exhaled and nodded. “I guess so.”

  “So the address you’ve got for him, are you sure it’s still valid?”

  “Yeah, I had an investigator find him a few years back and Marcia made sure he was still there.”

  We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, until Grantley’s leg started to jig again.

  “If he refuses my kidney, I may as well have killed him. Maybe we shouldn’t go.” Grantley looked at me for confirmation that he was right, but I didn’t say anything and just smiled. “His wife will hate me if I tell him and then he refuses it.”

  “You have to decide what you want to
do. We can get the hire car and just go to the hotel if you’d prefer. No one is forcing you to do anything, it’s all entirely your choice. You’re giving this man a piece of you to keep him alive, you need to do whatever it takes so that this sits right with you.”

  I wondered if Grantley was scared of seeing him, it can’t be easy to turn up in someone’s life, especially when they’ve made it clear that you don’t matter to them. Grantley leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Finally blowing out his cheeks, he looked at me and nodded.

  “I’m going to do it. He deserves to have a choice in this.” He seemed more determined and settled. “And it’s my condition for giving it to him. If he wants me to go through this, the least he can do is acknowledge where the fuck it’s coming from.”

  “I’m not sure deserves is the correct word,” I scoffed. “But I understand why you feel he should.”

  Holding hands, we then sat in silence until we landed. As everyone started to file off the plane, Grantley put on his sunglasses and pulled the peak of his hat lower down his face. I’d asked him whether Barney should accompany us, but he’d wanted him to stay and keep an eye on Sue-Ann, insisting shades and a cap would be sufficient to keep him incognito.

  To get through security seemed to take years, but finally after picking up the keys to a rental car, we stepped out into the bright morning sunshine. I thought it was fairly warm, but Grantley, used to the LA sunshine, shivered and pulled a black track jacket from his carry-on case and put it on.

  “At least it’s not raining,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the car.

  “I think it’s lovely and warm.”

  “You think Manchester is warm, when it’s actually fucking freezing.” Pulling us to a stop next to a huge, black four-wheel drive vehicle, Grantley held out the key and beeped open the locks. “Get in and I’ll put the bags in the trunk.”

  I handed Grantley my bag and jumped into the car, remembering at the last minute to get in on the right side – which was actually the wrong side, in my opinion. After getting inside and shutting the door, Grantley looked at me.

  “I’m fucking shitting myself,” he admitted as his shaky hand went to put the key in the ignition.

  “It’ll be fine and if it isn’t and he’s rude to you, well then he doesn’t deserve your kidney.”

  Leaning in to kiss me, Grantley placed a clammy palm on my cheek. “Thank you.”

  “You have nothing to thank me for.”

  “Yeah, I do. You came with me instead of me having to bring Marcia. I knew you’d keep me calm, or as calm as I can be, so I really appreciate it.”

  “Entirely my pleasure,” I said, giving him a quick kiss. “Why don’t we go to the hotel, grab something to eat, maybe freshen up and then go and see him.”

  Grantley straightened up. “You don’t think I should just get it over with?”

  “No, I think you need to calm down and relax a little first.”

  He was all wound up, and I could see the tension in his neck and shoulders. Plus, I had an idea on how to relax him. He’d trusted me to do this with him – to be with him at an extremely important occasion, and it had made the last piece of ice drop away from my heart. I was ready to take that next step.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I think that’s a much better plan.”

  I gave him a smile and pulled back, clicking my seatbelt into place. “Okay then, let’s go.”

  Grantley

  As we drove east on I-70 toward Yellow Springs, neither Phoebe nor I said a whole lot. I was still nervous as hell and she understood that, so she just held my hand and left me to my own thoughts.

  After forty or so minutes, we drove up in front of the large, Colonial looking hotel and I had to admit it looked pretty nice. Marcia had, of course, made the reservation for us. She’d stayed here a couple of times, so it had to be good – Marcia only liked the best.

  “Wow,” Phoebe said, looking up through the side window. “It’s so pretty.”

  “Yeah, it looks nice. Marcia says the rooms are pretty luxurious.”

  Phoebe turned to me and gave me a huge smile. “Thank you for inviting me. This looks as though it’s probably the nicest hotel I’ve ever stayed in.” I leaned in and kissed her softly. It was probably going to be the best I’d stayed in too, but because she was with me.

  “Come on, let’s get checked in.”

  “This bed is enormous,” Phoebe said, bouncing up and down on it. “We could get four people in here.”

  “I think just you and me will be fine. Unless of course you want me to take the couch.” I nodded to the pale blue couch, under the huge plate window with colonial shutters on it.

  She looked up at me, her arms braced either side of her and grinned. “No, I’m quite happy to have you share with me.”

  “That’s good.” I bent and kissed her forehead and then moved over to the oak chest where we’d placed our bags, pulling my t-shirt over my head. “I’m going to take a shower, unless you want to go first.”

  As I bent to search through my stuff for some clean underwear, jeans, and tee, Phoebe’s arms wrapped around me from behind.

  “How about we shower together,” she whispered, placing a soft kiss on my back.

  Instantly my body came alive and my dick stirred. And as her delicate fingers popped the button on my pants, I let out an involuntary groan.

  “Shit, Phoebes. Are you sure?”

  “Never been surer.”

  Very slowly, she caught hold of my zipper and pulled it down, pushing her hand inside and taking hold of my rock-hard dick, her other hand squeezing my shoulder as she moved her kisses to my neck. “So this shower we’re going to have.”

  “Phoebe.”

  “Hmm,” she groaned, her lips on my neck.

  “This shower, are you going to do extras, or am I just going to have to watch you, like those damn monkeys, and jack off to the sight of you wet and naked?”

  “No, this is most definitely an interactive activity – not show and tell.”

  When she pumped my dick, I dropped my head forward on a groan, and reached around to twine my fingers into her hair with one hand. The other I placed over Phoebe’s, urging her to take a firmer grip of me. She pumped me a couple of times more and, if possible, I went even harder.

  “Take off your clothes,” she said into my ear.

  As she moved away from me, I felt the loss of her at my back. Her touch and the feel of her pushed against me, had felt so damn good. Without any hesitation, desperate to have my body against hers again, I rid myself of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

  I turned around to see the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. Phoebe was standing in front of me, in nothing but a tiny dove-grey scrap of lace covering her pussy. Her hair fell over one shoulder, covering one of her high, round breasts, leaving the other exposed. Her hips flared out from a narrow waist, to toned thighs. As my eyes grazed over her, Phoebe’s hand went to her stomach, where she had an adorable, little potbelly.

  “I don’t go to the gym and I like chocolate and crisps,” she giggled nervously.

  I strode toward her, pulling her hands away and threading my fingers through hers. “You’re fucking beautiful and perfect. Never think otherwise and don’t ever hide yourself from me.”

  Leaning forward, I cupped her cheek and kissed her gently.

  “So, how you going to relax me?” I asked, my dick straining and pulsating.

  She grinned at me and turned.

  “I’ll show you,” she said, over her shoulder as she moved toward the bathroom. “Just follow me.”

  I watched as her ass swayed seductively and I was pretty sure I would follow her anywhere.

  “Shit Phoebes,” I gasped, rolling onto my back. “I can’t remember my name, never mind what the fuck we’re here for.”

  “Good.” Phoebe breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I succeeded.”

  “Where the fuck did
you learn that thing you did in the shower? Not from some damn glittery sword shaped like a dick, I’m sure. I think I saw stars.”

  “A girl never reveals her all secrets.”

  She giggled, her tinkling laughter filling the air and my soul. She was everything that a man could want, and she’d damn well side-swiped me into wanting that everything myself. I had not seen her coming and I was pretty glad I hadn’t, because if I had, I may well have gone into hiding.

  “What time is it?” Phoebe asked, turning onto her stomach.

  I reached for my cell. “Just before two-thirty. You hungry?”

  She shrugged and kicked her legs up behind her. “I ate quite a bit on the plane.”

  “Yeah you did.” I laughed and slapped her ass. “You even finished off my dinner.”

  “Ow.” Phoebe reached behind and rubbed her ass cheek. “It’s the altitude, it gives me an appetite.”

  “Whatever. Hey let me do that.” I moved her hand and started to gently rub where I’d slapped her. “Sorry, was it too hard?”

  “No, I’m just being a baby.”

  “Even so,” I said, pushing up. “I’m sorry. Maybe this helps.”

  I placed a kiss on the soft flesh.

  “Hmm,” she moaned, dropping her head to the bed. “That’s nice.”

  “It is, hey?” I gave her another kiss, adding a little nip to it. “How about this?”

  Slowly, I kissed down the curve of her ass and along the back of her thigh.

  “Yes,” Phoebe said breathily, her back arching. “That’s really nice too.”

  “What about this?”

  Another kiss while my hand caressed her backside.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered, kissing her other thigh. “Perfect.”

  Kiss and caress.

  “You make me laugh like no one ever has before.”

  Kiss and caress.

  “I smile all the time when I’m with you.”

  Kiss and caress.

  “You make me feel normal.”

  Kiss and caress.

  “Oh God, Grantley.”