Anaconda: A Sexy Romantic Comedy

by Landish, Lauren

  Gavin pauses for a moment when he sees my face tighten. He must know what he’s doing to me.

  “It’s okay,” I say, still wanting more of him. “Keep going.”

  Reassured, he starts with tiny thrusts, each one going a fraction of an inch deeper than the last. I reach up and place my hands on his back, digging my nails in deep to bear the sensation.

  It’s almost unbearable, the desire and the intensity, but I let him go as far as he can go until . . .

  Gavin groans as I squeeze my pussy around his entire shaft. Balls deep. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You feel so fucking good.” He gently seesaws his cock along the length of my canal for several moments, letting me adjust to his size.

  I quiver in submission as he pins my knees to the bed and starts thrusting, long, hard, deep thrusts that pound into me like a sledgehammer, his flesh smacking up against mine.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  I dig my nails deep into Gavin’s back, holding on for dear life as he pounds me with unrestrained power. Fire blazes within my core as my cries come out in ragged gasps, my body feeling like it’s being swept away by a tidal wave of ecstasy. I can hardly take it, overwhelmed by the incredible force plowing into me, screaming out as the headboard bounces against the wall in time to his thrusts.

  “Oh, God!” I yell as his balls slap up against my ass.

  “You’re about to meet him,” Gavin promises me, somehow speeding up. He lifts my hips off the bed, giving him total control. Our hips crash into each other over and over again as Gavin’s breath quickens and the burning in my core becomes unbearable.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  One. Two. Three. I can take no more.

  Faintly, I hear Gavin cry out as I scream, stars shooting across my vision as he throws his head back. He pulls out, ripping his condom off and firing streams of seed on my chest and stomach, moaning and groaning with each squirt.

  When it’s over, I lie there breathless, my mind blown, my limbs still shuddering from my second intense orgasm. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.

  With his breathing labored and covered in sweat, Gavin slides from the bed and grabs a towel, cleaning me up. Then he collapses next to me, drawing me into his arms.

  I lie there in his grasp, recovering. A silence settles over the room, and for a time, the only sounds are our pounding heartbeats and deep breaths.

  But I’m beginning to feel uneasy. The fact that he’s not saying anything is starting to make me self-conscious, right when I’d let go of all that.

  He looks down at me, droplets of sweat running down his face, and smiles.

  It’s all I needed. I let out a relieved sigh, resting my head on his chest. Nothing else matters right now.

  Chapter 12

  Gavin

  She’s so fucking beautiful.

  Brianna’s soft snores fill the room as I hold her in my arms, a soft breast pressed against my side and her head on my chest. I’ve been up since dawn, unable to sleep, transfixed by the thing of beauty beside me.

  I run my hand along her arm, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh as a ray of sunlight illuminates her features. She looks so sweet. So innocent. Innocent and vulnerable in a way that makes me want to protect her. I inhale deeply, taking in her feminine scent, and almost groan at the need that flows through me.

  It’s not what I expected the morning after, even though I did have that lingering feeling this wouldn’t be the end. Now, I want her even more.

  I need to get out of here, I tell myself. Clear my head so I can process. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few hours.

  I glance at the bedside clock and feel dismayed. I’ve got about an hour before I need to be on set.

  I gently slide out of bed, carefully tucking a pillow under Bri’s head. She lets out a soft sigh as I let go, clenching the bedding and mumbling something softly. I freeze, waiting for her eyes to pop open, but they don’t.

  Being as quiet as possible, I go about getting ready, taking a quick shower and shaving before getting dressed. My mind is on the previous night as I fix my cufflinks, gazing at my reflection in the mirror.

  I can still feel her nails digging into my back, her lips parted, moaning and crying out my name with need as I plowed into her body with an unrelenting force. She was coming so hard on my dick that I thought it was about to be crushed by the powerful clenches of her pussy. But it only made me come just as hard.

  My cock hardens in my pants as I remember those powerful sensations. Every touch, every moment was electric for us both. I could see it in her eyes. It was perfect, the way her body reacted to me, taking me in, holding me. Caressing me. It was so intense that I wanted to try for round two, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not after that onslaught.

  When I’m done fixing my shirt, I wipe down my face and return to the bedroom.

  I stand there for a moment, gazing at Brianna, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’s rolled onto her back, the blanket half-covering her stomach. Once again, I’m impressed by how beautiful she is under the morning sun. Like some angel crafted by divine hands.

  She snorts once and I tense, but her peaceful snoring resumes and I relax.

  If she hasn’t woken up by now, she isn’t going to. But that’s a good thing. It makes it easier for me.

  I walk over to the chair and gather my blazer and put it on with a smooth flourish. Then I make my way to the door, but I stop before I place my hand on the doorknob, turning back to gaze at her slumbering form.

  I don’t know why it’s so fucking hard to just leave without waking her up and telling her where I’m going. I don’t owe her anything. I’ll be gone in a week. And there’s no reason to pretend that this will be anything other than what it was. A one-night stand. That’s all it will ever be. Two weeks from now, I’m going to be doing wind sprints and squats and downing protein shakes all day. By then, I’ll just be a faded memory in her mind, although hopefully, a pleasurable one.

  Besides, she deserves better than an asshole like me. She needs to find a good man, someone who’ll be able to devote his life to her. Not a celebrity who will disrupt her way of living and cause her to live out her life in the public eye. It would be cruel to subject her to that kind of scrutiny.

  But when I think about her being with another man, anger forms inside me.

  I’m surprised at the possessiveness I feel. At how much I care about not leaving her without telling her where I’m going. I’ve never felt this way with anyone.

  She’s going to hate me when she wakes up, I think as I gaze at the gentle rise and fall of her breasts, wanting nothing more than to go over and slide back into bed with her.

  What she’ll think of me shouldn’t bother me. We both knew what we were getting into. We both knew that this wouldn’t last.

  Instinctively, I grab a pen off the desk and scribble a note on a piece of paper.

  Brianna,

  I’m sorry I had to leave. You were sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ll be shooting late today. Things are behind schedule, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to see you today before you go home.

  Last night was amazing. Let’s get together again. This evening, meet me in the coffee shop around 7:30. Dress casual.

  I’ll be in touch.

  -G

  I hold the paper in my hand when I’m done, debating on whether to bunch it up and throw it in the trash. There’s a high chance this will make her hate me even more, assuming that she’d want to get together again.

  But a part of me doesn’t want things to end this way—her waking up to my phantom and hating my guts. Leaving the note at least lets her know that I’m open for more . . . if she’s willing.

  I hope I don’t regret this.

  Setting my jaw, I set the note down on the desk and walk out the door.

  * * *

  “CUT!” the director yells. A bell rings, and I step back, blinking as the lights flood the room. I turn
to see Jim grinning at me while flashing a thumbs-up. “Damn, you did good, Anaconda. That’s the first time this week that you delivered your lines like you meant them!”

  In front of me, Leslie’s smiling, biting her lip and pressing her hand to her chest. She’s flushed a little. I can tell she was buying every word that was coming out of my mouth. “Wow, Gavin, I felt the passion in your words,” she says, breathless, her chest heaving. “It almost felt like you really cared for me.”

  But you mean nothing to me, I think, shrugging. She stares at me as if expecting me to say something. But I don’t know what to say.

  What am I supposed to say? The whole time she was looking at me, I didn’t see Leslie Hart, the beautiful model and actress, but an unknown brunette whom I’d left sleeping in my bed this morning.

  “Thanks. I’m working on it,” I finally offer, hoping she’ll be satisfied with the simple response.

  Jim claps his hands. “Good. We’re done for the day.”

  I nod gratefully and head toward my trailer, ready to get my clothes off. As I pass Jim, he reaches out and grabs my arm. “Seriously, Gavin, that was good shit. I’m looking forward to tomorrow.”

  “What’s tomorrow?” I ask, and Jim gives me an incredulous look. “No, really. What’s tomorrow?”

  “Tomorrow’s the love scene,” Jim says, grinning with excitement. “Don’t tell me you’re not looking forward to it. Hell, I’m looking forward to it with the way you pulled today’s scenes off.”

  Fuck.

  I hold in a groan as the image of Brianna’s angelic face sleeping peacefully flashes before my eyes. I know I signed a contract when I agreed to do this movie, but there’s no way I’m performing a fucking love scene with Leslie.

  My relationship with Brianna is just starting. I can’t fuck it up already.

  Relationship? What relationship? I’ve only known her for a couple of days, and I’m already making business decisions based on this girl. I need to get my head back on straight.

  “There’s going to be a double for that though, right?” I ask, suddenly annoyed.

  “No . . . no stunt double,” Jim says, shaking his head while giving me a raised eyebrow. “Why?”

  I clench my jaw, tight-lipped. A feeling of dread grips my stomach. After a moment, I clear my throat and declare firmly, “You’re going to need to get a double.”

  Jim laughs at me like a fool until he realizes that I’m actually serious, and his grin slowly fades into an angry scowl. “Are you kidding me? You’ve slept with more women than I could dream of, and now you want a double to push up on Leslie and show your ass? Please tell me you’re joking.”

  I turn when I hear the sound of footsteps. Drawn by our heated exchange, Leslie’s wandered over, hurt reflecting in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong, Gavin?” she asks softly, her brow drawn into a frown. “Is that why this is a problem?”

  I gently shake my head, trying to hold back the irritation I feel. “Of course not, Leslie. You’re great. It’s just . . .” My voice trails off as I get lost in thought. How can I possibly explain to them what’s really going on? That after being with Brianna, I can’t even think about touching another woman, let alone dry humping her like a dog in heat? Hell, the only reason the last scene came off so well was because I was seeing her face on Leslie’s body the whole time. “I need a stunt double.” I turn to Jim and repeat.

  Fuck explaining anything. I don’t owe either of them. It’s none of their business, as far as I’m concerned.

  “A stunt double?” Jim repeats, shaking his head again. “And just where are we going to get one of those on short notice?”

  “I don’t know,” I say, feeling frustrated. “Make one of the other stunt actors or get one of the extras to do it.” I feel like an asshole. I mean, if I want a career in acting, I’m not going to always be able to rely on a double for this shit. But I’m not doing it right now.

  Jim glares, looking like he wants to attack me with his bare hands. “Why? You signed a contract that stated it wasn’t a problem.”

  “I just don’t think I’ll be able to give the passion that the scene needs!” I snap, not meaning to be so testy.

  “What passion?” Jim growls, incredulous. “You don’t need passion to dry hump her for a few minutes! I mean look at you, for crying out loud. Give the female fans a few frames of that famous ass of yours, so at least someone gets something out of this godforsaken movie! Heaven knows, they’re not going to be getting much out of your acting ability.”

  I clench my jaw, fighting back the anger surging through me. “Look,” I say through gritted teeth. “Find a double or find someone to replace me.”

  I stalk off set to my trailer, slamming the door shut behind me. Miranda barges in a second later.

  She gestures angrily, flicking a manicured fingernail at my face. “What the hell was that about?”

  “He’s a prick!” I growl as I clench my fists. I’m proud of myself for maintaining control and not cursing Jim out. He was testing me with that last bit. “None of these people know shit about me.”

  “Never mind that,” Miranda says, lowering her voice a little. “Whatever it is that’s making you act this way, it’s not worth it.”

  Oh, but she is.

  Miranda continues, “Keep a barrier between you if that will help you feel any better. They make special skin-colored thongs that she can wear.”

  “It’s not about that,” I say, turning away. “I don’t care if they shove a giant tube sock on my dick. That’s not what this is about.”

  Miranda tries to stare me down, scowling, but then softens after a moment. “I really don’t get you right now, Gavin Adams. Are you really not doing this because you don’t want people to see your ass? They’ve seen a lot more than that!”

  My jaw clenches at the thought of that fucking video, and it takes extreme effort not to unleash on Miranda. “Look, just remember who you work for. Make sure there’s a double tomorrow.”

  I can feel her eyes burning holes into my back, but I don’t care. Finally, she speaks, her voice both confused and angry. “You know, you’ve been acting strange ever since we got here. This isn’t like you at all.”

  I want to let her have it. She needs to realize I’m the boss here. But she’s just doing her job. I hired her in the first place because she’d stand up to me. She’s just looking out for my best interest. And hers, of course.

  Instead of going off on her, I turn and shake my head. “Just been something on my mind.”

  She starts to come forward. “What—”

  I cut her off, flatly saying, “It doesn’t matter. Just get my back on this.”

  Miranda stares at me for a long moment before unleashing a sigh that I almost feel across the trailer. “Fine,” she agrees. “I’ll handle it. But you have got to get it together, Gavin. We can’t afford to fuck up on your first movie. If this goes badly, you can expect some major repercussions . . . for the both of us.”

  No shit. I fuck this up, I won’t be working in movies beyond doing cameos and maybe a run-in at WrestleMania. I don’t say the words that are on my mind.

  Instead, I watch Miranda walk over to the door and pause with her hand on the doorknob, turning back to study me with compassionate eyes.

  “You’ve got charisma, Gavin. You’ve got talent. But it’s like football, you gotta be willing to go the extra yard. Let that sit and marinate.”

  I nod. “I will.”

  Miranda shakes her head, probably thinking I’m a lost cause, and swings the door open. “You have an interview in a few hours. Be prepared.” She walks out, closing the door behind her.

  Outside, I hear her heels clicking across the pavement and then fading into the distance. I let out a groan a moment later, taking a seat at the table and placing my head in my hands.

  I don't know why I’m letting this bother me so much. I’m so close to screwing up a great opportunity that could set me up for my life after football.

  But all I can
think about right now is about how I left Brianna all alone back in my room.

  Chapter 13

  Brianna

  My body aches and my thighs are two bags of vanilla pudding as I totter into the back of the coffee shop, feeling like I’ve been through the CrossFit Games. Mindy’s behind the counter, whistling to herself as she preps everything for opening. Dressed in her usual work uniform, her hair looking shiny and glossy, she turns when she hears me approach.

  “You look good this morning . . .” Mindy pauses, a devious grin spreading across her face. “Besides walking like you have a stick up your ass.” She squints at me as if recognizing an old acquaintance. “Ol’ grand daddy one ball, is that you? You’ve really improved your walk since I last saw you.”

  “You need to be killed for what you did,” I growl, trying to maintain my scowl and not chuckle at her stupid joke. Mindy knows damn well why I’m walking funny.

  She laughs at my empty threat and pours me a cup of coffee, passing it to me as she watches me make my way to the counter.

  “Don’t,” I say dangerously, seeing the joke that forms on her lips.

  Since waking up, everything from my knees to my chest aches. Even my toes hurt. Even though I loved every moment of last night with Gavin, my body totally hates me right now.

  “It couldn’t have been that bad,” Mindy says with another giggle. “You can still walk at least. Well . . . kind of.”

  “Bitch,” I hiss. I’ve only got a few minutes before I need to get my ass downstairs, grab my cart, and get to work, but I needed the caffeine more than I needed to make sure my bleach supply is good. I just pray that Vandenburgh doesn’t see me and give me some shit. “This is half your fault, Mindy. I’d have never gone up there if you hadn’t made it sound like it would be the best time of my life!”

  I really shouldn’t be blaming Mindy. In the end, it was my decision to go up there. But I’m pissed at myself for doing it. It ended up just like I thought it would—heartache. Even now, my blood boils thinking about waking up in an empty bed with Gavin nowhere to be found.