Anaconda: A Sexy Romantic Comedy

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by Landish, Lauren


  But when I’m done with her tonight, she’s going to know that she’s beautiful in every way.

  “Thank you.” She raises her eyes to gaze at me. “You look handsome, too.”

  I flash her a boyish grin. “I try.”

  An awkward silence settles over our conversation, as if she’s embarrassed and can’t think of anything to say until she asks, “So . . . um, how is the movie coming along?”

  She won’t think so, but I’m pleased by her question. A lot of women, after the glow of my celebrity fades away, only want to talk about how soon I’ll fuck them and how much money I have in my bank account. I barely know her, but I just know Brianna isn’t like that. She’s quality. I search for the words. “It’s a learning experience. I feel like I’m all over the place, forgetting my lines here and there.”

  Because of you, I want to say, but that’s pushing it too fast. She’s not relaxed yet.

  Her eyes go wide at my admission. I don’t think she expected me to be that honest. After all, she thinks I’m a cocky prick who thinks he’s the best. My reputation on the internet certainly says I am. “Really?”

  I nod, shrugging. “I’ve been having problems connecting to my character since I first set foot on the set. It’s harder to pretend than it is to focus on the reality of some linebacker trying to tear my head off.” I chuckle. “It’s crazy, because when I first heard I’d be in the movie, I was like, I can do this shit. It’s easy. But nope. First day, I nearly kicked a dude’s teeth in.”

  Brianna’s pouty lips part in horror. “Seriously?”

  I nod, huffing out another laugh. “Yeah. Chipped his tooth. He’s probably somewhere right now sticking needles into my balls with his voodoo doll.”

  Brianna lets out a laugh, a sweet sound that reminds me of honey. “That’s terrible!”

  I nod. “Yeah, it was. I almost gave my agent a stroke when it happened.”

  Brianna’s smile slowly fades after a short pause. “You have a co-star, though, right? A woman?”

  I hesitate for a moment, sensing her nervousness. “Yeah, I do. Her name’s Leslie Hart. The studio wanted a blonde.”

  “Is she hot?” Brianna asks, then rolls her eyes a half-second later and snorts. “Stupid me, of course she is.”

  She doesn’t even come close to you, darling.

  Brianna has no idea how easily I’ve been replacing Leslie’s face with hers during the lines I’ve actually been able to pull off. “She’s not my type,” I say to put her at ease while giving her a direct, intense look.

  You are.

  Brianna ducks her head to hide her embarrassment. But when she looks back up, she’s chewing her lip thoughtfully. “Will there be love scenes?” she asks.

  I freeze, taken off guard. Is my Brianna jealous? I’m not totally sure, but I think Miranda said there would be at least one. At the time I accepted the script, I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t care one way or another.

  “I haven't read that far in the script,” I say. “But I don't think it will be anything that’d push the movie too far. Someone said they’re aiming for PG-13 with this.”

  The corner of Brianna’s lips draw down and I know she’s disappointed. I don't want her to feel that way, so I decide to change the subject.

  “So, how was your day?” I ask smoothly, as if she never asked the question. “Vandenburgh finally cut you some slack after I stepped in for you?”

  Bri seems to relax. Maybe just talking about the daily grind is reassuring to her. “He didn’t bother me much. But the rest of my day was awful. I had a guest walk in on me cleaning a room and claimed that he had a DND sign on the door when he didn’t. He yelled at me to get out . . . kind of put a damper on my mood.”

  Anger clenches my stomach. I’m pissed. No one yells at my Bunny. “What a douche.”

  Brianna nods, scowling. “Just another irate asshole. He’s not the first and he won’t be the last.”

  I tightly clench my wine glass. “You catch his name?”

  Brianna screws up her pretty face for a moment. “Lance something. I think he’s part of your movie crew.”

  Lance. Funny how we were just talking about the shithead.

  Okay, now I don’t feel so bad about kicking you in the mouth.

  I make a mental note to have a word with him and maybe reinforce it a little. “I’ll check later and see if he’s part of the crew,” I assure her.

  Brianna shakes her head vigorously. “Don’t do that. It’s okay. Worse things have happened, trust me.”

  I set my jaw, letting it drop for now. I pause, gesturing across the room to the small dinner table, which is set with candles, two plates, and covers to keep the contents warm. “Shall we?”

  Brianna nods softly as I get up and help her out of her seat. I lead her over to the table, holding the chair out for her. When she’s seated, I refill her wine glass before revealing the lamb chops. “A little coffee shop manager happened to mention you like these.”

  Brianna tries to scowl, but then she chuckles softly, shaking her head. “I swear, that girl…”

  “If it helps, she didn’t volunteer it. I asked,” I tell her as I sit down.

  We start eating, and while the lamb isn’t Michelin Star quality, I’ve had a lot worse. “So tell me more about yourself,” I ask her. “Where do you live? What do you like to do when you’re not here at the hotel?”

  Brianna chews slowly, thinking about how she wants to answer, and I can see she’s got something she wants to hide. It’s probably because she doesn’t have much, but I don’t care about any of that. “I’ve got an apartment close to the university,” she finally says. “It’s convenient, I guess. As for free time, I don’t really have a lot of it. I’m either working here or in school. In the time I do have free, I’m either with Mindy or just trying to rest. You know, normal boring things.”

  “Boring?” I ask wistfully. “With all the paparazzi I have to deal with, I’d love boring every once in a while. It would be nice, just for once, to be able to go somewhere without someone bringing up that damn video.”

  “About that . . .” she says slowly. “How does it feel to know that everyone . . .” She pauses, struggling to find the words.

  “Has seen my junk?” I finish for her.

  She blushes, but she doesn’t hide her face. “Yeah,” she says.

  I shrug. “I admit, it did bother me at first. But then I just said the hell with it. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I still hate that’s all people talk about, though.”

  “Nothing at all,” Brianna mutters under her breath, but I hear it anyway.

  I bring the wine glass to my lips, hiding my smile and pretending like I didn’t notice.

  She asks a moment later, “I’ve been wondering. How long will you be in town? I think people will miss it when production shuts down.”

  “Just the rest of the week, maybe a day or two more if they need reshoots,” I tell her. The disappointment that reflects in her eyes stings, though I don’t know why. We both know I’m here for a short time and it’s not like we really know each other. “I have to report to offseason workouts. It’s part of my contract. If I don’t show up to at least eighty percent of them, I get docked a million dollars.”

  I don’t usually tell strangers about my financial details, but I feel at ease with Brianna.

  She nods in understanding, and part of me starts doing the math on just how many days I could skip to have a few more boring days in this town, when she starts blushing furiously.

  “What is it?”

  “I’ve been thinking . . .” she says, her voice trailing off as she bites her lower lip. Her eyes are sparkling with a burning need that makes me want to groan and causes blood to rush into my cock.

  I gesture at her, feeling like this is finally going somewhere. “Go on.”

  “It must be so awful!” she says quickly.

  I arch an eyebrow. “What is?”

  She gestures at me. “You know, being known for . . .” I thin
k it’s cute that she can’t come right out and say it.

  “For the size of my dick?” I ask. I have to hold back a grin. She can barely keep her mind off it, even as she’s trying to be a good girl.

  She nods, her face as red as her dress. “Sorry for bringing it up again. I just couldn’t . . .”

  Help yourself.

  It’s hard to hide my grin as I shake my head. It’s refreshing that she’s worried about how I feel rather than assume it’s all fun and games being Anaconda Adams. It lets me know she’s empathetic, which has always been an absent trait in the girls I’ve met.

  I finish my bite, then set my fork down, my voice sounding surprisingly harsher than I’d like. “It’s annoying as fuck. No one cares about my talent. Just about my looks and who I’m fucking and which side my dick is hanging in my pants. I’ve gotten used to it by now, but I still would like to be taken seriously and treated like a man, not some hypersexual manwhore that the media makes me out to be. They tend to exaggerate.”

  Her blush fades as she studies me, and there’s a hint of a sadness in her eyes. “Sympathy must be difficult,” she surmises softly. “Everyone must think you’ve got it all.”

  I nod. She’s hit the nail right on the fucking head. “It was at first, but now I’ve adjusted. I have my own reasons for doing this film, but Miranda thinks doing a movie will get people’s mind off it. I’m not so sure.”

  “So how long have you known Miranda?” Brianna asks. “You seem close.”

  I shrug. “Few years. She’s been a help, but don’t doubt it—she’s in it for the money.”

  Silence falls over the table and Brianna becomes pensive. I let her get lost in thought, my eyes never leaving her pretty face. I could learn to like this, having dinner and spending the rest of the time here with Brianna.

  She looks at me out of her reverie, her eyes inquisitive. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Shoot.”

  “Is this all a game to you?” Brianna asks.

  Her question makes me pause. I would be lying if I said there isn’t a part of me that wants to take her just because I’ve had to work for it, to prove my dominance over her. But then there’s the other little voice that’s been bugging me, saying that she’s different. And I want to find out more.

  Finally, I sit back in my seat and reply, “I’m not gonna lie. I’m a bastard with a huge ego who doesn’t like being denied anything.” I pause, shaking my head. “But there’s something about you.”

  She’s almost breathless, her skin paling as she gazes at me, hanging onto my every word. “Like what?”

  “I can’t explain it . . . but I can tell you that you make me feel like I’m more than just a big dick and a bank account.”

  Brianna bites her lip again and fingers her butter knife. Her nail seems to run up and down the length of it, and when she speaks again, her voice is so soft that I barely hear it. “I have to admit.” She flushes deeply. “I’ve spent the past few nights wondering what something like that would feel like.”

  At her words, my cock grows so hard I nearly wince. Seeing her sitting there, so vulnerable, her defenses lowering, turns me on more than I thought possible. I clench my fists at my sides as my cock stretches the material of my dress pants to the limit.

  “It’s been said that it’s the best damn thing in the world,” I reply.

  Her breathing is ragged, and I’m surprised she’s actually able to come back at me. “Is that by the same media that you say exaggerates?”

  I grin. She’s saucy when she wants to be. “Maybe. Only one way to find out. But some girls . . . just can’t handle it.”

  She bites her lip again, her face scrunching in thought, her chest heaving. “I think I’m ready,” she breathes suddenly.

  “For what?” I ask. Though I know where this is going, I still want to hear it from those sweet lips of hers. It’ll make it all the better.

  She folds her hands in front of her on the table and looks me in the eye with more confidence than I thought she was capable of.

  I nearly groan at her direct, challenging gaze, turned on by the hunger she’s now displaying.

  But her next words send me over the edge.

  “For you to fuck me.”

  Chapter 11

  Brianna

  What the hell did I just do?

  As soon as the words escape my lips, I suck in a sharp breath, my mind racing with panic, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. I didn't mean to say that. It was like my lips moved of their own volition and I had absolutely no control.

  I’m frozen in my seat, unable to move. Where the hell did that confidence come from? It’s like I channeled my inner Mindy. Gavin has melted me into a puddle on the floor every time I’ve been in his presence. I’ve sealed my fate with my words. And now it’s time for reckoning.

  He’s out of his chair and over to my side in an instant, pulling me in for a kiss. His lips smash against mine, demanding and unrelenting. I moan into his mouth as he pulls me up out of my seat, wrapping me in a fierce embrace. My knees go weak as I melt into his arms, his tongue searching around in my mouth.

  Below, his cock presses against my stomach, throbbing and pulsating as his hands move down to squeeze my ass, pressing me against his hard body. I kiss him back just as passionately, digging my nails into his back, rubbing my pussy up against the bulge in his pants.

  I’m rewarded with a soft groan from Gavin, and he pulls away from our kiss, leaving me breathless, my chest heaving as I suck in ragged breaths.

  “Gavin,” I gasp, my pussy clenching with uncontrollable need. “Please—” My words are torn away as he abruptly picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. He crosses the room in three quick strides, setting me down on the bed gently, his eyes gleaming with desire.

  He climbs on next to me, his hands immediately going to my dress, sliding the zipper down and peeling it to the side, exposing my breasts. My nipples pebble as the cool air hits them, and he smiles down at me, his eyes burning with desire.

  He lowers his head, covering my throat with passionate kisses before sucking on my right nipple, making me tilt my head back and moan. His hungry tongue sends electricity jolting through me, a soft cry escaping my lips when he bites down softly.

  “Gavin!” I moan, running my hands up and down his muscular back.

  “Mmm,” he groans, his breathing heavy with lust as he pulls away and rains kisses down my body. When he makes it to my hips, I lift up, and he eases off the rest of my dress and my panties, tossing them to the bedroom floor.

  I groan, knowing what’s to come. I grip the bedding in preparation, needing it. Wanting it.

  His eyes burning with intensity, Gavin locks his gaze with mine, sliding two fingers inside me, making me cry out and grab at his shoulders. “Fuck!”

  He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me. Each thrust stretches me wider, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Bucking wildly, I claw at the bedding, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he says, a thirst in his eyes.

  “Fuck yeah!” I moan, my hips taking on a life of their own to meet his thrusts, the bed rocking softly back and forth.

  Grinning, his thumb finds my clit and begins to rub in a firm circular motion. I cry out, my limbs blasted by shockwaves of pleasure, a fire igniting in my core. Several thrusts later, I’m forced to let go, my stomach curling as I’m brought closer to the edge.

  “Yes,” Gavin hisses as he feels my pussy clenching tightly around his fingers, his eyes burning into my face.

  His intense gaze sends me over the edge. I toss my head from side to side as his fingers curl inside me, driving me mad. “Gavin . . . I’m going . . .” my words split into a loud cry as a fiery explosion goes off inside my stomach, the room spinning around me like a merry-go-round.

  “Not yet!” he commands, pulling me back from the edge. He lowers his head and his tongue replaces his thumb. My body shivers as he licks me.

  G
avin is relentless, his mouth clamping down on my throbbing pussy while I’m rocked by wave after wave of pleasure. My back arches, my fingers grabbing the bedding as stars shoot across my vision.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cry breathlessly as he pulls his fingers out and his tongue slithers inside me, stroking my pussy and slipping between my lips, nibbling and sucking me deeply. I lose all sense of time and my hips jerk and buck as Gavin holds me in place and devours me.

  “Gavin . . .” I gasp when I can breathe again, lowering my back to the bed. I’m soaked in sweat, my body literally spasming from coming so hard.

  My eyes are drawn to him as he slides off the bed, standing up to unbutton his shirt. Breathless, I watch as he pulls it off and tosses it to the side, exposing his ripped, chiseled torso. Then he drops his pants and my breath stills in my lungs as his enormous cock swings free.

  It’s so big, thick and full. Fuck. I want to taste it.

  I watch as he picks up his pants and pulls a small packet out of the pocket. He rips it open and pulls out a condom, slipping it on. He moves back over to the bed, his cock swaying with each step.

  Unconsciously, I start to reach for it, wanting to stroke him, but Gavin waves my hand away.

  “No,” he says gently, climbing back onto the bed. “I’m in control.”

  I want to protest, my mouth watering with need. But I can’t refuse him.

  “Okay,” I breathe.

  He positions himself between my legs, his huge cock swaying with each movement. Anxiety twists my stomach and I tense. I’ve never had anything that big inside me before. And I don’t know what it’s going to feel like.

  Gavin places a comforting hand on my thigh. “Relax,” he tells me softly. “I’ll be gentle.” I hear what’s unsaid. At first.

  The unspoken words excite and frighten me all at once.

  I nod gently at him, trying to relax against the bedding, my thighs trembling from anxiety and excitement.

  He lines his cock up with my entrance and then slowly, he pushes in. I let out a soft whimper as he penetrates me, several inches of him dipping inside and spreading me wide.

 

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