Sex Sessions: After The Cut (Camera Tales #2)

by Charisse Spiers

  "Yes. Does this surprise you?"

  "I don't remember a time feeling it actually happen. You've always just been wet when I got down there."

  "Well generally when we're naked we're already turned on. Heavy conversation can be a downer." I laugh, but then it stops when I catch his hand go to his dick from my peripheral vision. My own breathing elevates when the head starts circling at my entrance.

  "What were you thinking about?"

  He pushes the tip in. The nerves return. "You. The way you look; a little bit of how we look connected at the hips." I pull my bent knees up toward my underarms and place my hands on his butt; the one I love so much. "I was thinking of how sexy you are; even in candlelight with limited visibility."

  He places his forearms at the sides of my head, his hands wrapping in my hair, and his open mouth comes down on mine when it opens, his tongue swiping from bottom to top. He kisses me as he slides in slowly, letting me feel every single centimeter.

  One hand cups my neck as his kiss becomes more exaggerated. I can feel the contracting of his butt muscles with each thrust. Our lips still wet, he looks into my eyes only a few inches away. "Fuck I love you, Kambry. It does feel better. It feels final."

  And then he kisses me again. He's right. It does feel different. It feels . . . right.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Saxton

  "Who the fuck?"

  My anger finally rings out as my phone rings on the bedside table for about the third time. My eyes don't want to open due to the pounding inside of my head, and that annoying as fuck sound is making my brain feel like it's throbbing.

  I reach over and feel around for it, knocking over the empty champagne bottle the two of us consumed when we could no longer deal with the emotions consuming us whole as we made love. Last night I figured out exactly what the term making love actually means and it's nothing like I thought it was. I always thought it was just slow, sensual movement where you kind of make sure you focus solely on the person you're with instead of the sex itself if you love your lover. For steady repeats I thought the same, which looking back is pretty much what Salem was. I'd be lying if I said I didn't use the spank bank a few times during sex with her, so my version of making love then was locking that area of my brain from entry. Really, it's harder than it sounds when you know another man, or men, has been shoving his cock in your girlfriend. It was the only way to still get up.

  I was fucking wrong. Even with Kambry I thought I had it figured out, and I was as close as you can get, because you really can't get to that point completely until you've made love to your wife. The act of making love takes your entire being to a whole new level, and the second your bodies become one you realize everything about that person that you love is multiplied by like a hundred. When you're through your head is so fucked up in love that it's scary.

  I forgot how carbonated that shit is. Champagne. Now I know why normal people sip on a single glass instead of consuming most of a whole damn bottle. I pull my phone in front of my face and peek at the screen through one eye.

  T calling . . .

  I swipe and put the phone to my ear. "What?"

  "I swear I didn't say a word, sprout. Dammit, I had no idea. I swear on my life."

  "T, what the hell are you talking about? Can this wait till later? I have a headache and your voice is annoying right now."

  "Keep being an ass and my guilt level may decrease."

  "Fuck. Hold on." I sit up and let the blanket fall to my waist, rubbing my hand on my face. My eyes remain closed as I move my eyes behind my lids, trying to wake up. "Okay, I think I'm good. What is so important?"

  I open my eyes. "Holy fuck."

  "Did you see it? Shit. I'm so sorry. I wanted to warn you first. Saxton, I didn't know."

  Music starts playing: a guitar. Then the lyrics come. "Baby, last night . . . was hands down . . . one of the best nights . . . that I've had no doubt." This one I actually recognize. Die a happy man by Thomas Rhett.

  "T, can I call you back later? Like when I'm on my way to the airport."

  Kambry is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, butt ass naked, in nothing but a pair of cowgirl boots and a hat. She's staring at me, a very mild smirk on her face. "Makes perfect sense," I whisper, listening to every damn line of this song for the first time. "Come here."

  "What? I'm at work. Are you mad? Fuck, Saxton. I swear to God I told no one but Meg you were getting married. I don't know how they knew."

  I hear nothing as the words go in one ear and out the other, because the hot as fuck woman I married is walking toward me in nothing but skin. I never thought a true country girl would turn me on way back when, especially not a girl from the south with a southern accent, but this, holy shit. The day we spent at Coney Island and she mentioned this, I thought she'd forget about it. She didn't. She upheld her promise like she always does. I wouldn't have blamed her if she had, and I kind of put it in the back of my own mind, but like me when it comes to her, she remembers things that I like or want. "I'll call you back."

  I press that small red button and toss the phone down on the bed when she stops in front of the bed. "You're hot."

  One knee at a time she crawls toward me on the bed in a stand. "My husband wanted to fuck me in cowboy boots, so here I am."

  I grab her waist and kiss her bellybutton, my hands rubbing up and down her body. "I'll never know what I did to deserve you."

  I pull her onto my lap, her knees to each side of me on the bed. She rubs her thumbs back and forth across my cheeks. "It was just time for you to stop living in misery, and the person meant for the job was finally grown up."

  The song comes to an end and another starts. This one is a quicker tune. I'm guessing she has it on a special playlist. When I realize what song it is I can't help but to laugh. Save a Horse by Big and Rich.

  "You didn't?"

  "I told you I'd show you how country girls ride." Her right hand goes into the air and she mocks a bull rider. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy," she chants in a singsong voice.

  "I will gladly agree to that statement." My phone rings again, striking a nerve. "Would people fucking leave me alone?"

  We glance at the screen at the same time: Michael. I ignore it and push the blanket down my legs that separates us. My eyes slowly trail up her body before my hands follow behind, starting at her beautiful thighs. My fingers detour to her center and slip inside of her on their own free will. Her head falls back. "Mmm. Do that."

  Slowly I fuck her with my hand, allowing her wetness to coat my fingers. My phone rings again. She looks even though I don't. "You should probably answer that," she says, causing me to look. It's Michael again.

  I stop movement, but don't remove my fingers. Instead, I answer it with the other hand, aggravated. "Jesus, what?"

  "You made the goddamn front page of the paper and didn't give me a heads up? Every fucking media outlet is going to be all over this. Dammit, Maverick, I'm fucking pissed. I don't like to be left in the dark when I own you with a contract. The fucking New York and Los Angeles paper!" It sounds like something being thrown at a wall in the background.

  I stare at Kambry, my fingers slowly slipping from her body. Her eyes are wide. She looks a little scared. "Michael, what are you talking about?"

  "Have you read the paper?"

  "Well no. I've been a little busy."

  "Walk to the damn door and get it. It should be there by now."

  Kambry moves off of me, standing from the bed. She grabs a pair of my underwear and hands them to me. I put them on and walk to the hotel door. On the other side lies a copy of the paper on the floor, just as he said. I barely even glance at the photo and recognize what's on the front, but even if I didn't the headline would have been pretty self-explanatory.

  Porn king of the west coast marries costar in The Hamptons over the weekend.

  My eyes skim the contents of the article. My name, her name, the details of the reality show, and the name of Meg's dad is listed as
the host, followed by details of his social stigma explaining for people that don't already know why he can afford a house in The Hamptons. Every guest is listed with names, leaving no room for privacy aside from Kambry and I since we aren't known by our legal name, or for her, spelling. Thank God Ben's last name is spelled like Kambry's for filming and relationships to wedding party aren't listed. "Fuck. I haven't told anyone."

  "You think that's bad? It showed up on my doorstep this morning. You have obviously forgotten that you're the highest seller right now in the porn industry and have been for a while. Why the fuck do you think I wanted you for this project and even made special arrangements I would do for no one to make it happen? Digital sales on you and Kambry are higher than anything else the studio has out at current. Threads are coming in asking when more will be available between episode releases. DVD sales have spiked already. If the two of you weren't making me so much fucking money right now with this show I'd terminate your contracts for this." He takes an aggravated breath. "However, the board thinks this is the perfect advertisement for selling realism so my hands are tied."

  "Why are you pissed off? This is what you wanted technically and there was no clause in the contract that prohibited it. In case you have forgotten, I read every fucking line in every contract before I sign my name to it."

  "Because now I have no edge and we haven't even started phase two, which is the longer portion of the contract. The last thing people will know is your ass running out the damn door after breaking her fucking heart. And now you're just magically going to return married? The only positive I can use out of this whole situation is that damn Tumblr account. The argument is that married couples get boring, which is why I have a job. You're really fucking me over with this, Saxton!"

  "I'm not sorry, Michael. For once I did something for me."

  Kambry wraps her arms around my waist, mouthing three little words. Is he mad?

  I nod my head, waiting for the next set of masculine screams through the phone, but instead, a soft groan occurs. "And that's probably the one thing that will save our relationship, so here's what's going to happen. Filming resumes in one month and two days. Exactly one month from today I want both of your asses sitting in my office at 8AM to regroup. It's going to take me that long to figure out what angle we will go at this from so that it doesn't look staged. In the meantime, get your personal matters in order and take that girl on a fucking honeymoon. It's the least you can do."

  My smile appears in response to his asshole sarcasm that shows he cares; why he's so good at his job and a damn good friend despite everything that comes from his mouth . . . "I can do that."

  "That takes care of it then."

  "Sure thing."

  "Oh, Saxton."

  "Yeah."

  "Watch out for the damn paparazzi, because based on that photo it was taken next door. You aren't an amateur. I would have expected it to slip by Kambry, not you. Pay attention. And congrats. Now it begins."

  The line goes dead. I shut my phone off and toss it down on the dresser at the front of the room along with the paper. I guess Tynleigh's conversation makes sense now. "Do we need to get ready and go?"

  I smirk at her and stalk forward, pushing her backwards toward the bed until she falls down on it. I shake my head and remove my underwear once again. "Not until I fuck my wife in cowgirl boots. I haven't had breakfast yet either."

  I lean forward on the bed and tickle her so that I can hear that beautiful, pure laughter that only expels when she's caught off guard. Then, I drop to my knees and grip her legs, holding them spread open as I place my mouth on her middle. "Oh . . . wait. Okay. Breakfast. Not what I was expecting. Mmm. Right . . . there."

  What I've learned in all of this: don't live an ordinary life, but an extraordinary one. Kiss an awkward girl without asking. Stalk the hot server at the club until she gives you the time of day. Chase someone out of your league. Learn who she is. Be the guy that deserves her. Make her important. Listen to her. Spend time with her, whether it's painting her toes or listening to her read. Have amazing sex over and over again with the woman that had you in a tailspin over all the before mentioned things. Love her. And when she loves you back, never let her go.

  Stay tuned . . .

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  They'll return in Sex Sessions: Take Two

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  Acknowledgments

  I want to say a special thank you to not only the people that contribute to the creative process, but also you, the reader. Seriously, the average reader doesn’t really realize how much they matter in an author’s life. You are the best motivator, the strongest support, and the part that makes all of the hours, hard work, and heartfelt emotion that goes into these stories worth it. I’m speaking for myself, but I’m sure I’m not the only one that feels this way. There is no greater feeling than writing a character’s story and someone loving them just as much as me. Without your feedback I wouldn’t grow like I do from book to book. From every message telling me you loved it, to participation on social media as I post things, do not ever go unnoticed. I remember those that stay with me through each book, whether you think I do or not.

  I also read reviews; even the not so pleasant ones. Growth can come out of constructive criticism. It has since I toughened up with reviews after publishing my first book. I’ll give you a little piece of me. As a writer, I pour my heart and soul into my books. I write the story exactly as the characters lead me. I don’t write the story that I think everyone will love, but the story that is supposed to be written. I experience the emotions writing and reading it through that you will experience when you read it. Their stories play out in my head as I write it. The characters are very personal for that reason.

  Some reviews put a massive smile on my face, some make me laugh, make me cry, and make me proud, and then there are some that give me another perspective from the outside looking in. Sometimes an opinion, and sometimes merely something I didn’t see before, and that’s when I grow. Then there are a select few that could make a grown man cry, and as much as those few hurt, I pick myself up and move on – another story, another couple, and remind myself that no two readers are the same, and not every reader will like every book from an author they enjoy. That’s okay. The world is a diverse place and everyone is different; has different likes and dislikes. Not everyone will like Saxton and Kambry, maybe even some that like my other books, or some of them. The point in this is I’m going to try something different. Usually I ask that if you enjoyed the book to please leave a review, but that’s not really fair, as nervous as writing that very phrase makes me. No author anywhere wants or likes bad reviews. It seems many readers have gotten scared of writing reviews, so I’m asking that if you have the time, even if only a few words, leave a review. There is no requirement in how many words it has to be. Something as short as “I like it,” is sufficient. The more reviews for a product, the higher it gets bumped up for someone else to see it and see if they are interested, because the pool of books is vast.

  Thank you so much for giving their story a chance, whether you liked or disliked. I hope you loved their personalities as much as I did. I really had fun with this one. I was nervous the entire time I was writing, even though my betas told me I was crazy, but when I read their story as a whole, all of the anxiety about them dissipated. If you did love them, and their continu
ation, they do have a third book planned, but I do have something ahead of it in another series.

  I do skip around with my characters in writing. They choose who is next, so that will answer questions about side characters. Most side characters in each series do have a book planned, it’s just a matter of me having a chance to pound out the story.

  To my contributors, you are a necessity I cannot live without. Jessica Grover, you know how special you are to me without me having to write two pages. Thank you for helping me eliminate as many errors as possible for a better reader experience. Words fail me here, but you are irreplaceable, as an editor and a friend.

  Elizabeth Thiele, you are without a doubt the best PA a writer could ask for. Even with a busy home life, you make it easier for me to still love writing by taking some of the burden of marketing and the stress that comes with it away. You bear it with me. I’ll always be thankful I found you, as a PA and a friend.

  Last but not least, my betas, people that I’ve become very close friends with as well. Thank you for taking the time to walk the journey with me, thank you for loving my characters, and thank you for helping me make it the best possible story I can. Susan Walker, Christina Thompson, Heidi Sturgess, Tori Herring, Tammy Huckabee, Melonie Merritt, and Morgan Pomphrey, you all are simply amazing and are very much needed in my life.

  Thank you Clarise Tan with CT Cover creations for another beautiful cover. It’s always a pleasure to call you a friend and my designer. Cheers to many more covers and years to come.

  About the Author

  I found books when I was going through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now, I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may there be many books to come. XOXO- C