Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Nevaeh

“ I felt ridiculous.”

“Why?” I frown as Amity takes a drink of her water with her cast-free hand.

“I’m used to doing my own stunts. Some of those are pretty crazy.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.” I nearly had a heart attack the first time I saw her jumping off a moving horse.

“I’ve worked in some amazing locations and in front of green screens, and none of it bothered me because it wasn’t about me.”

“Ah. And now your face is going to be everywhere.”

“Exactly. Me. I’m used to lending my body and skills to actresses, but I never planned to be in front of the camera as the star. What was I thinking? I’m not an actress. I’m?—”

“A real-life action hero. Nobody says you need to use this as a stepping stone into actress territory. You played yourself in the campaign, after all. You’re not selling a lie or playing a character. You’re inspiring a generation of young girls to be extraordinary.”

She sighs, picking at the label of the bottle. “I feel like an imposter.”

“Ah, yes, imposter syndrome. I know this feeling well.” I lean across the table and squish her cheeks. “Repeat after me. I, Amity Hollis, am a badass. Everyone who meets me wants to be me or be with me.”

“I’m not saying that.” Her words come out muffled as her face is squished.

“Say it!” I order.

She grumbles, but reluctantly repeats my words.

“Good. Now remember that. Hell, woman, you have a very famous sports brand wanting to sponsor you. You’ll get all the free sportswear you could ever want, and for the running on purpose, yoga at the butt crack of dawn, I can bench press my best friend kind of woman you are , that’s gotta be the closest you can get to an orgasm without G.”

She chuckles, but because of her squished lips, she spits on my cheek.

“Ugh, gross. You’re supposed to be giving me the news, not the weather.” I let her go and wipe my face.

“I don’t get that excited about exercising.”

I just look at her. She caves first, of course.

“Fine, I get a little bit excited. And okay, I can’t pretend free sportswear won’t make me a little giddy. My ass looks great in gym wear.”

“Your ass looks great in everything. It’s almost enough to make me switch teams. But don’t worry, your ass is safe from me. I prefer sandwiches to tacos.”

She frowns. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Of course it does.”

“If you said you preferred hot dogs to tacos, I’d get it, but not a sandwich.” She takes another sip of water.

“Clearly, you’ve never had a footlong.”

She sprays water all over my face. I sit there for a moment, water dripping from my chin, before we both dissolve into fits of giggles.

“I’m never going to look at Havoc the same way again,” she gasps once she manages to catch her breath.

“Please try. The man’s ego is big enough already.”

“I can’t help it. And you’re so little. How are you not bow-legged?”

I sigh, knowing I have nobody to blame but myself for opening my mouth. Her eyes look down my body and pause on my crotch area, making me regret not tucking my chair under the table.

“Please stop staring at my vagina.”

“I can’t help it. I’m picturing that time I tried to charge my iPhone, only I had the cable backward. I was trying to squeeze the fat end into the tiny hole.”

I dead stare at her. “There is something very wrong with you.”

“I know,” she admits, banging her head on the table.

“Though now that you mention it, I’ve thought this a time or two, picturing Sunshine with Conan.”

“Right?”

“What are you two talking about?” Probe asks as he drops down into the seat next to mine.

“Slot machines,” I tell him, making Amity choke again.

“Huh?”

“You ever have the wrong kind of coin, and you try to shove it in any way?” she asks him.

“Only if I’m desperate,” he replies, making me and Amity crack up again. “Why do I feel like we’re not talking about slot machines?”

“Because you have a dirty mind, Probe.”

“Well, thank you.” He nods graciously. “You ladies want to make s’mores with me?”

“S’mores? Really?”

He shrugs. “I’ve got the fire pit going. Might as well.”

“I love s’mores. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Excellent. I get the two prettiest ladies all to myself.” He does an evil laugh as he stands. “I’ll grab the stuff and meet you outside. You might want to grab a blanket. It’s a little chilly.”

When he walks away, I look at Amity and smile. “You think these guys realize they’re breaking every stereotype we had about bikers?”

She focuses on something over my shoulder, so I turn and see Crane walking across the room with his kitten perched on his shoulder.

“I rest my case.”

“He does love his pussy.”

“Ew, yuk. Come on. I’ve got a couple of throws on my bed. We can grab those.” I get to my feet and head upstairs, Amity just behind me. I unlock the door and push it open.

Amity walks past me and sits on the edge of the bed before she flops backward. “So this is where the magic happens.”

I snicker at her. “You’re so weird.”

I walk over to the desk Havoc had set up for me and click on my emails. “Give me a few seconds. I’m waiting to see if the signing people message me. They were nice and all about what happened, but I don’t see myself getting invited back any time soon, which is just as well, I guess.”

“It wasn’t your fault, Pippin.”

“Logically, I know that. But logic and guilt are like a divorced couple who can’t stand to be in the same room as each other.”

I click on my latest email and scan it over before my legs turn to jelly, and then I have to sit.

“Shit, what’s wrong?” She jumps off the bed and reads the email as I try to wrap my head around what I just read.

“Holy shit, Nevaeh. They want to turn one of your books into a movie.” She reads it again, mumbling some words out loud so I catch snippets over the white noise sound in my head. “…option for rest of series, exclusive rights…adaptation…”

I shake my head and try to focus on Amity.

“This is big, Pippin. This studio does not mess around.”

“You worked for them before?”

“Once. You have to do this. You know you do.”

“I don’t know. Writing a book is one thing, but a movie is something else altogether. What if it sucks?”

“What if it doesn’t? Come on, you gave me a big speech downstairs about not letting chances pass us by and having no regrets.”

“I didn’t say anything like that.”

“Huh, funny, that’s what I heard. They want a meeting. Go, see what they have to say, and keep an open mind.”

“A movie, huh?”

“A movie,” she agrees before she laughs and tugs me to my feet.

We do a little dance we made up in the third grade that involves far too much hip wiggling before we end up jumping up and down on the bed.

“And they say fantasies can’t live up to the reality.” Havoc’s amused voice drifts into the room.

We both stop and look at the door where G and Havoc are standing, looking amused.

“Please don’t stop on our account. I’m enjoying the show.” G winks.

Amity tosses a pillow at him, making me chuckle.

“What’s got you all excited anyway?”

“We’re going to have s’mores with Probe,” I tell Havoc as he walks closer.

“A studio wants to turn one of Pippin’s books into a movie,” Amity yells.

“Really?” Havoc looks at me. I bite my lip and nod, unsure of his reaction. The last time he was on a movie set, everything went boobs up.

“Fucking hell, cupcake, that’s amazing.”

I jump and launch myself at him, knowing he’ll catch me, and he does. I wrap myself around him as his hands slide under my ass.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”

I stare into his eyes and feel like Alice falling down a rabbit hole. There may be danger ahead and a million hurdles to overcome, but this man and his crazy ways make it all worth it.

“I love you.”

Every time I say those words to him, he gets a look on his face like he can’t quite believe it’s true.

“If you don’t want a show, get the fuck out.”

Amity squeals as G tosses her over his shoulder.

“But s’mores,” I protest.

“You can have your dessert after I have mine.” He lowers me to the bed, leaning over me to kiss me senselessly.

By the time he pulls back, I’m a horny mess of need. He slips down my body before sliding his hands under the hem of my dress and pushing it up to my hips, exposing my basic white cotton panties.

He presses his nose against them and breathes me in as I squirm. “If you knew the power you have over me,” he murmurs mostly to himself.

It’s funny he thinks I have power over him because he only has to look at me, and I start leaking like a broken faucet. It’s a pain in the butt. I’m just hoping radical exposure therapy will mean I’ll build up some kind of resistance over the years. Because if I don’t, I’m going to be screwed in every sense of the word.

He tugs my underwear down my legs and slips them free, shoving them into the pocket inside his cut. I open my mouth to snap at him for stealing yet another pair of panties when he dips his head and sucks my clit into his mouth.

Now, I can’t say I’m proud of the noises coming out of my mouth. Anyone passing by might think I’m either possessed or in need of medical attention. Maybe the last part is true because my body responds to him as if he owns it, taking control and turning me into a sex doll.

“Such a pretty pussy and all mine.”

He dips his tongue inside me as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I grab his hair with both hands and hold him against me. He looks up at me from between my legs, the devil in his eyes as he fucks me to hell and back with his talented tongue. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t relent even when I thrash my head and arch my hips, a classic sign that I’m about to fall over the edge. I come with a scream, his name on my lips, as he drinks me down like his favorite whiskey.

He presses a kiss to my pubic bone before his hands move to slowly unfasten the path of buttons that lead up to my chest. He takes his time. There is no rushing for this president of mine. Sometimes, it’s a blessing, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Other times, it’s a curse, edging me to the point of hysteria before he lets me come.

As each button opens, more of my skin is revealed, making Havoc’s eyes blaze like molten lava. Once the dress is completely open, he tugs the lace of my bra down, freeing my breasts. He flicks one of my erect nipples with his tongue, making me gasp.

“That feel good?”

I nod.

“Words, cupcake. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yesss,” I hiss as he bites down on my nipple.

“Say fuck.”

“Fuck.”

He hums in satisfaction. “Say, suck.”

“Suck.”

“Tell me you want to suck my cock.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“My good girl with a dirty mouth.”

He moves his hand between us, fumbling with his jeans as he frees himself. I feel him there, hot and hard, at my entrance.

“Condom.”

He flips us, so I’m on top. I gasp as he positions himself once more, and I easily slip him inside me. By the time my ass is resting on his thighs, and I’m taken him all from root to tip, I’m stuffed so full I can barely breathe.

“Can’t get pregnant when you’re on top,” he manages to get out as I find my balance.

I refrain from rolling my eyes just as I start to move, ripping a curse from him as his large hands grip my hips. Turnabout’s fair play, so I fuck him slowly until I feel his whole-body tense. Then I speed up, fucking him hard and fast, feeling the tingle of my own orgasm approaching again.

“Fucking hell, you take my cock so well. That’s it, baby, ride me fast. Use my cock to get yourself off.”

He reaches up and pinches my nipple. I throw my head back and moan, feeling my pussy fluttering around his cock. With a savage snarl, his hands return to my hips, his grip tightening to the point of pain as he uses his strength to move me just how he wants me to move.

I lean down over him, my hair falling over his face as I bite his ear lobe. “Let go, Havoc. Fill me with your cum.”

He thrusts up, sinking his cock into me as far as it will go before I feel him explode inside me. His orgasm triggers mine, his pleasure turning me on almost as much as my own. I collapse over him, my body trembling over his as we ride out the last of the tremors fused together.

Once I feel like I can speak, I lift my head and give him a lazy smile. “I’m going to have to be careful where I say ‘I love you’ if your answer is to fuck me into oblivion each time.”

“I don’t see you complaining. You like my cock inside you,” he replies with that cocky ease that comes from a man who knows how to please his woman.

“I do, though I’m not sure I’d feel the same if we were in the supermarket or doctor’s office.”

“Nobody would care. Everyone’s been inside a pussy one way or another before.”

“Not mine.”

He makes a noise that can only be described as purring, like the cat that got the cream. “No, your pussy is reserved for only me.”

“Just as well. I’m not sure after having that thing parked inside me, I’d notice if anything smaller pulled up.”

He chuckles, making his cock move inside me. We both groan.

I feel him start to harden again, so I scramble off him. “You promised me s’mores.” I waggle my finger at him, but his eyes are on my pussy. Or, more importantly, his cum leaking out of me.

I slip my fingers between my legs and coat them in his cum before I lift them to my mouth and lick them clean. “Yum. Now, are you going to feed me or what?”

He climbs off the bed, his hand stroking his now-hard cock as his free hand presses down on my shoulder. “Oh, I’m going to feed you, cupcake. Get down on your knees and open your mouth.”

And just like that, s’mores are forgotten.