Chapter 32

32

AMITY

T oday is my last stunt—unless I have to refilm. I'm sad filming is coming to an end because I really had fun. But I'm also glad it's over. I need to put some space between me and Monica before I do something that'll leave her needing yet another nose job and me getting blacklisted.

I hate who I am around her. Before G, I could brush shit off and walk away, but now that he's in the mix, it's like tossing a lit match into a room full of dynamite.

I shiver as I feel fingers skating down my spine before G presses his lips against the bare skin of my shoulder.

"Mmm… waking up next to you is one of my favorite things."

"What else makes your favorites list?"

"Tasting you," he murmurs, trailing his lips down my back as he moves down the bed and cups my ass.

He nips me with his teeth, making me yelp, before he pulls my cheeks apart, exposing me to him.

"I love the view from your RV," he growls, making me laugh, which quickly turns into a moan as he drags his flattened tongue across my wet pussy.

He flicks my clit before circling it, teasing me with light touches before dipping inside me. I fist the sheets as he feasts on me like he's been fasting for a week.

"Mmm…" he groans, sending waves of pleasure straight through my pussy, making stars burst behind my eyes.

I can feel how wet I am—hell, I can hear it—but G drinks it down like it's nectar of the gods. I pant and gasp, trying to hold back, wanting to delay the inevitable. But G plays my body like an instrument, knowing all the right chords even better than I do.

"Grab the bed frame."

It takes a moment for his words to break through the haze of pleasure. The man's hands are magic, but his tongue… Holy crap, it's like a drug that leaves me floating, feeding off the lust and giving me the ultimate high.

I reach up, grabbing the bedframe with both hands. As soon as I have a firm hold, G lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I squeal as he slides underneath me. He lowers me back down, my knees straddling his head and my dripping pussy inches from his face. He adjusts his large hands on my hips and yanks me down, burying his tongue inside me again.

I move my hands so I can sit straighter, throwing my head back as he devours me, pushing me higher and higher. I've always had my head in the clouds, but until this moment, I never knew what it was like to truly fly.

I'd be embarrassed about the noises coming out of my mouth if I wasn't so far gone. Instead, I ride his face like I'm the queen of the fucking rodeo, grinding down on him like breathing is optional for him. I'm so close to coming; I know the next swipe of his tongue on my clit will throw me over the edge.

I didn't realize G had a death wish until he lifts me from his face and slides out from underneath me, leaving me twitching and cursing, my whole body feeling like a live wire—just one spark, and I'm done. But before I can decide how to murder him, he's behind me, covering me with his hard body and filling me so completely that I explode with a scream that surprises us both.

My reaction breaks his composure, and he can't hold back anymore as he fucks me like he hates me. My orgasm just keeps going, rolling from one into another as he wraps one hand around my throat and cups my breast with the other. He pulls me back into him as he thrusts deeper into me, his cock brushing against my cervix, and the sharp bite of pain that comes with it pushes my body past its limits. I come again. A loud roar fills my ears as my vision goes white, and every single one of my muscles locks tight.

I feel G's cock pulse inside me, coating the already slick walls of my pussy with his cum. For a moment, I forget how to breathe or speak as my brain shuts down.

It isn't until G eases his cock from me that my brain reboots, and I whimper, my pussy beyond tender. But a part of me doesn't want him to leave. I want to keep him attached to me forever.

I feel his cum run down my thighs and hear him hum in satisfaction as he rubs it into my skin.

"I am dead," I murmur when he moves to kiss the space between my shoulder blades.

"But what a way to go." His grin against my skin makes me want to purr like a happy kitty. Not even my broken vagina will dampen my mood.

He laughs. "I didn't break your vagina. She fucking loves me. She takes every inch of me like a good girl." He slips his hand between my thighs to pet me, and I realize I said that all out loud.

"Do you think a post-mortem can tell if someone was dicked to death?" I yawn, my eyes drifting closed even though I know I have to get up.

Now I know where he gets all his big-dick energy from. It's from draining all those poor, unsuspecting pussies.

His laughter shakes the bed, making me think I said that out loud, too. Dammit.

I drift off as he's saying something, which is honestly a relief.

Witty comebacks are beyond me right now.

A phone ringing wakes me up. I roll over to answer it when I realize it's not mine.

"Yeah?"

I crack my eyes open and see a sleep-rumbled G with his phone to his ear. "That was fast. Yeah, I'm on my way. I owe you."

He hangs up and rolls over to kiss my shoulder. "I've gotta go. Meet you on set later?"

"Are you going to be alright? You didn't get in until late."

"I'm a biker," he says, like that explains everything, making me chuckle.

"Okay, what time is it?"

He looks over at the clock and curses. "12:30."

"Crap. I need to get moving, too—wait, aren't you on Monica watch today?" I frown, trying to remember if he already told me this or not.

"Havoc knew you were off this morning, so he offered to watch her."

"Havoc? What the heck is the president doing playing guard?"

"I think he's using it as an excuse to get to know the cast and crew. They start filming at the clubhouse next week."

"Ah, makes sense. You want to shower before you leave?" I wiggle my eyebrows so he knows I don't mean alone.

He groans in disappointment. "Fuck, I wish I could, but I need to meet someone. Rain check?"

"Like you need to ask," I scoff.

He slaps my ass, making me yelp. "Go shower. I'll get Havoc to hang around so I can grab one later while you're filming."

"Can I ask you something?" I say as he climbs off the bed and grabs his clothes.

"You can ask me anything. I might not always be able to answer, but I won't lie to you."

"How do you feel about Havoc being your president, especially with you being vice president? I know how close you and Blade are. I guess I just wanted you to know that you can be honest with me always, and I'll keep your secrets safe."

He leans down and kisses me hard before pulling back and putting his jeans on. "If you had asked me six weeks ago, I would've given you a different answer, but…" He pulls his T-shirt over his head before continuing. "After the accident, knowing how he treated you… That's exactly the kind of man I want as my president and as my friend. Don't get me wrong, I love Blade like a blood brother, but he's old-school and pigheaded when he wants to be. He's been president for so long that he focuses on the big picture and misses the little details. If you weren't so damn stubborn, he would have come between us. That's a tough pill to swallow."

"Knowing your hero's human?"

He chuckles. "Yeah, maybe."

"I think you're forgetting just how smart and sneaky the man is." I sit up and wrap the sheet around myself so he doesn't get hypnotized by my boobs; they tend to distract him.

"What do you mean?"

"The night I brought you home drunk, he didn't have an issue with me. He seemed grateful I brought you back; he even asked if I needed a place to stay for the night or a ride home. He was concerned about why you were drinking in the first place. I think he worried your loyalty to him would make it hard for you to fully accept Havoc, so…" I let my voice trail off as he pauses and fills in the blanks.

"So he drove a wedge between us by pretending not to accept you. Fuck me, I should've realized. I knew he was acting out of character, but I didn't put it together."

"You've had a lot going on, to be fair. And none of this would have worked if Havoc turned out to be a tool. You would never have stopped thinking of Blade as your president, at least in your head. But Havoc is actually a good guy underneath his smolder."

"His smolder?" He laughs, slipping on his cut.

"You know, like Flynn Rider?" I wave the comment off. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I just wanted to make sure how you felt about him because I think with a little time, you guys will make a good team."

He sits on the side of the bed to lace up his boots. "I think you're right."

"Now, if you remember that, we'll never fight again," I tease, leaning over to kiss his neck.

He shivers before turning and kissing me back. "Shit, I've gotta go before I end up fucking you stupid."

I twirl my hair and grin. "What, like it's hard?"

" Legally Blonde ?"

My jaw drops in surprise.

"Sunshine had a chick flick marathon a few years back. She said something about the testosterone frying her brain, so she bought a projector and turned one of the fields out behind the clinic into an outdoor movie theater. All the club girls went, and some of her friends from other clubs. They stuffed their faces and watched chick flicks until their eyes bled. We ended up crashing the party, and honestly, some of them weren't too bad," he admits as he stands up.

"Plus, Reese Witherspoon is hot," I say. "I feel like I've hit the boyfriend jackpot here. Likes chick flicks, fucks like it's an Olympic event, and treats me like I'm his whole world."

"Because you are." He leans down and kisses my forehead before pulling back.

Something clicks inside me, and it must show on my face because he smirks.

"You finally get it."

"Get what?"

"That you're mine, Amity. My woman, my old lady, my everything."

"G," I whisper.

"I've gotta go." He gives me one last kiss before he heads out. "You can tell me how amazing I am later. I'll expect a slide show and a hands-on demonstration—preferably while you're naked and on your knees," he calls out as he leaves, which is just as well. I was about to tackle him and take matters into my own hands.

I hear the door close and the sound of his bike starting up, so I drag myself out of bed and head into the bathroom to hop in the shower. I was going to go for a run, but after this morning's vigorous bedroom workout, I decide to skip it and go tomorrow instead.

I turn the water as cold as I can handle and step under the spray, hoping to cool myself down. I quickly wash my hair and shave everything that needs shaving before climbing out. After grabbing a towel and drying off, I get dressed and head back into the bathroom to blow-dry my hair. I don't bother styling it since it will be under a wig later. Instead, once it's dry, I pull it back into a ponytail and head to the kitchen for something to eat.

I hear my phone going off like crazy and spot it on the table where I must have left it last night. I ignore it while I rummage through the fridge but close it again when I don't find anything I want. Instead, I grab a banana and a blueberry muffin, eating them both before I finally give in and pick up my phone.

Most of the notifications are from social media, so I open the app and freeze, the blueberry muffin threatening to make a reappearance as I stare at the image in front of me. It's a photo of Monica in bed, half-sprawled over a man as she takes a selfie. She's captioned it:

Last night was the best night of my life.

She's wrapped in a sheet, her shoulders bare, with the fabric draped over her thigh. But that's not what makes my stomach turn, though. No, it's the man lying on his stomach beside her, the same sheet sitting low on his waist, revealing his bare muscular back covered in tattoos.

Tattoos I've traced with my tongue.

I see comments coming in from all around the world, asking who he is and if they're a couple. Hashtags like # mysteryman and # tattooedhottie start appearing as I swallow down bile.

I had the perfect morning. I should have known it wouldn't last.

I stare at his back as numbness washes over me. I put my phone into my pocket, slide my feet into my sneakers, and head to the front of the RV. Dropping into the driver's seat, I buckle up and stare at my too-pale face in the rearview mirror. My eyes fall on the rosary, wishing my mom was here now so I could cry on her shoulder over the stupid boy who broke my heart. I take the chain and slip it over my head, needing her close today.

Taking a deep breath, I put the RV into drive and head to the set. If they want to play, I'll play.