Chapter Six

Laura

"What do you mean you took a job?" I gape at Kaiden, my toothbrush dangling from the corner of my mouth. "What kind of job?"

"A film job," he grunts, wrapping a towel around his waist. And dammit. Now I can't see his naked ass in the bathroom mirror. That's the best part of sharing a bathroom with him. Watching him walk around naked after we shower.

I spit toothpaste into the sink and quickly rinse my mouth before spinning to face him. "Explain," I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. He didn't say anything about this yesterday. In fact, he hasn't said anything about taking a film job at any point ever.

"I got an offer last night." He runs a hand through his damp hair, tousling the dark strands. "I accepted the offer."

"Kaiden!" I stomp across the bathroom toward him. "You don't do stunt work anymore."

He slowly tips his head down to look at me. Those piercing gray eyes meet mine. "I won't be doing stunts, princess. I'll be on set to help with training."

I relax slightly, my gaze roving over his face. "This is because of me, isn't it?"

"Do you want to know what movie it is?" he asks instead of answering, reaching out to brush his thumb across my nipple. It instantly responds to his touch, hardening. My core clenches, heat rushing through me. I swear they get more sensitive every day I'm with him. "You'll never guess."

"An action movie?"

"Nope."

"A spy thriller?"

"Nope."

"A buddy comedy?"

He pinches my nipple, making me moan.

"I give up."

"The Naughty List."

I blink wide eyes at him. "Seriously?"

"Mmhmm," he hums, slipping his hand down my belly. He plunges it between my legs, making me moan and grasp onto his arms to keep myself upright. "I'll be on set with you every day."

"Kaiden."

"I can keep my eyes on you." He flicks my clit and then presses his thumb against it.

"Kaiden."

"You can be my afternoon snack."

I cry out his name when he plunges two fingers inside me and curls them up, striking against my G-spot. Rational thought flees as pleasure rips through me, leaving me a stuttering mess in his arms. I ride his hand, moaning and whimpering.

Somehow, he manages to fuck me with his fingers and undo his towel. It falls to the floor, his cock springing free. I wrap one hand around his thick shaft, gripping him tight. He growls my name, and then he's spinning me around to face the mirror.

I lean against the counter as he steps up behind me, filling me in one deep thrust.

"Fuck!"

"Kaiden!" I cry at the same time, rising on my toes.

"Goddamn, I was just in this pretty little thing an hour ago," he grunts, pounding into me. "And I still want to wreck it."

"Then do it."

He growls my name, his hand coming down on my ass in a sharp smack.

I cry out, bucking my hips to take him deeper. He thrusts his hand into my hair, holding me still as he drives into me again and again. His eyes tangle with mine in the mirror, his expression stealing my breath. Intense bliss sears me. God, he's beautiful like this. So fierce and wild. So damn sexy.

As soon as he reaches around and pinches my nipple with his free hand, I know I'm not going to be able to hold back. I cry out as the first waves of my orgasm wash over me. It's powerful and vast, threatening to drown me in ecstasy. I bite my tongue, trying not to scream.

"Give me what I fucking earned, princess," he snarls, not letting me get away with that.

I open my mouth and let the sound come.

He roars, yanking me back on his cock as my scream sends him over the edge. His cock pulses as his seed spills into me in thick ropes. I writhe on his erection, grinding back against him…greedy for every drop. He made me this way. Turned me into this wanton, greedy woman. I live for this, breathe for it. God, I never want it to end.

Eventually, it does. The waves recede. He dips his head, pressing a kiss to my back before he reluctantly pulls out of me. We both groan in regret as his semi-hard cock slips from my body. He stoops, grabbing the towel from the floor to clean me up.

"Come here." He scoops me into his arms, cradling me against his chest like I'm something precious and delicate. Neither of us speaks as he carries me back into the bedroom and settles onto the bed with me in his arms.

"You don't have to do this," I finally whisper.

"It's just a job, princess."

It's not just a job, and we both know it. For him, this is huge. He hasn't been on a film set since he almost died on one. But he's going back to one now. For me. He may not have said the words yet, but if this isn't proof of how he feels about me, I don't know what is. This grumpy, beautiful man loves me. Enough to jump into the fire for me.

"Fuck," Kaiden growls, staring in dismay at the film set early the next morning. Christmas decorations glint from one end to the other, turning the entire lot into a literal Christmas fairytale. One section of the lot is even covered in fake snow, with more of it drifting down from snow machines set up overhead.

"Grinch," I giggle from beside him, trying to lighten the mood. He's been tense and anxious this morning. Despite trying to act like it's no big deal, I know this isn't as easy for him as he's trying to pretend. The fact that it's a Christmas movie probably isn't helping matters. My man is not a fan of the holiday. I'll win him over to the Darkside one way or another, though.

He shoots me a dirty look that makes me laugh again. The whole set is eerily quiet. No one seems particularly thrilled to be here. I think Kaiden may fit in more than I do. Everyone is scowling or glaring or grumpy. I seem to be the only one excited by the prospect of making this movie. Then again, I'm the only one walking into work with the world's hottest man by her side.

"I'll show you what grows six sizes if you keep smiling at me like that," he grumbles.

"It's three sizes."

"I've been in you, princess. Mine grows a helluva lot more than three sizes, and you know it."

"Yay for me," I sass, flashing him my dimples.

He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile flashes across his lips. Finally.

And then we come to the trailers. He stops walking mid-step, his gaze drifting along the row until it lands on the one with my name on the door.

Crap.

"We don't have to go in," I rush to assure him. "We can hang around out here until the set meeting."

"I'm not afraid of the trailer," he says quietly.

"Oh." I swallow hard, wringing my hands together. I search for something to say, floundering wildly out of my depth. "I don't know how to help," I finally admit in a whisper. "I want to make this easier for you, but I don't know how to do that."

"You make it easier simply by existing."

"Kaiden."

"Let's go check out your trailer."

"Are you sure?"

"Laura," he growls.

"Let's go check out my trailer!"

He chuckles and nudges me in that direction. I think I may be more nervous than he is about this. Jeez. He's so damn brave. I wish I had his courage. I'd be unstoppable if I did. But I'm a coward at heart, and he's a warrior, willing to face any battle.

He hesitates for a split second on the threshold of the trailer before stepping inside. The trailer is small with him inside. The kitchenette is to the right, with a coffee pot and microwave and a two-seater table. A sitting area to the left boasts a small couch, a glass coffee table, and a television. The hallway leads to a bathroom and a small bedroom. A bouquet of red and white roses rests on the table in front of the sofa, along with a note welcoming me to the cast. There's a gift basket of goodies as well.

Kaiden grunts when he sees the flowers, a shadow passing in front of his eyes.

"They send them to everyone," I say softly, fighting a smile.

"I should have bought you flowers."

"You're here. That's better than flowers any day," I murmur, wrapping my arms around him and leaning up on my toes to kiss his cheek. At least that's my plan.

He hooks one arm around my waist, anchoring my body to his. His free hand plunges into my hair, angling my head as his mouth comes down on mine. He kisses me hard and deep, not letting me up for air until I'm practically climbing his body and purring.

"Fuck." He bucks his hips into my hand when I cup him through his jeans and squeeze.

"I want you."

"Horny little girl." He bites my lip, dragging it through his teeth. "Take my cock out then. Take what you want."

"What if I want you down my throat?"

His hand in my hair tightens, his eyes darkening.

"You want to choke on my cock?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"On your knees then," he orders, his voice a rumbling growl.

I obediently drop to my knees, eager to taste and please him. He has his mouth on me at every opportunity, eating me until I'm pleading for him to fuck me. But he rarely lets me get my mouth on him. When I do, he loses his mind. I love it so much. Nothing is sexier to me than watching him unravel above me.

He undoes his pants, his eyes on fire as he pulls his cock out.

I moan at the sight, my mouth watering.

He fists it in his hand, yanking roughly.

"You live for this dick, don't you?" He pants as he stares down at me.

"Yes." I squeeze my thighs together, not denying it. Before him, I never understood why people were so obsessed with sex. Now, I get it. God, do I ever. I want him every moment of the day. When he isn't in me, I ache for him. When he is in me, I want more, more, more. He can't fuck me often enough or hard enough to please me. He claimed me and turned me into a greedy little addict. Except he's the only one I want. Him and his cock, his touch.

He steps up in front of me, running the head of his cock across my lips. He bounces it there, teasing me. Always, he teases me, toying with me, seeing how far he can push me before I crack. Before I beg. It never takes long.

"Please," I plead. "Please, Kaiden."

"Suck me, princess," he growls. "Be a good girl and suck it hard."

I lick around the head, moaning as his taste hits my system. God, I love it. I dip my tongue into the slit, making him growl and curse. His hand tangles in my hair, his expression turning savage. His lip curls up, ecstasy washing over his face. It softens his features and hardens his eyes.

I suck him into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the head.

"Goddamn." He rocks his hips against my face, unable to help himself "Ah, princess. That hot little mouth of yours."

I moan around him, his praise spurring me on. I never have to wonder if he enjoys what I do to him or what we do together. He tells me. Praise falls from his lips in a filthy flood. He's crude and dirty, saying things no one has ever said to me, at least not to my face. When he says them, though, I love it.

"That's right. Suck it like the greedy girl you are," he demands. "Take it all."

I try. God, I try. I plunge down, taking so much of him that I gag. Still, I can't fit him all in my mouth. My eyes water, and I pull back, taking a breath before I plunge down again. My lips stretch wide around him as I fight for every inch.

"Ah, God, princess. I can feel your throat closing around me."

I moan and push forward again, swallowing around his length.

"Laura!" He chokes out my name as his dick slips down my throat. "Ah, Christ. I'm going to come, princess."

I wrap my hands around his thighs, refusing to let him go as he tries to pull back. He curses, trembling above me. And then the first splash of cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow the salty tang and then pull back slightly as he spills into my mouth and down my throat repeatedly.

I barely have time to swallow the last drop before he drags me into his arms. His wild gray eyes meet mine, his breath a ragged pant. And then his mouth slants over mine, his kiss hard and insistent.

"Fucking perfect little princess," he growls against my lips.

"You're not so bad yourself," I whisper, beaming.

"My turn." He reaches for my zipper.

Bang, bang, bang.

Kaiden whips his head in the direction of the door.

"Two minutes until the set meeting, Ms. Groves!" someone shouts through the door.

"Son of a motherfucking bitch," Kaiden curses.

I bury my face in his shoulder, laughing loudly.