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The movie starts, and I immediately understand what she means by cheesy low-budget shark movies. This shit is awful, but Rachel remains enraptured in the movie.
She turns to face me. “Isn’t this great?”
I smile, dropping my arm to drape over her shoulders. “This is perfect.”
She doesn’t return her attention back to the movie, instead she watches me. Our eyes are locked and I lean in, capturing her lips once more, unable to stop.
“Fender,” she moans out.
I cup her cheeks, bringing her closer to me so I can keep kissing her. I don’t want to stop, but alarm bells sound in the back of my mind.
I ignore the fuck out of them.
Rachel, however, does not. She breaks the kiss, pushing back just a bit. “I should go.”
“The movie isn’t even halfway through.”
“I have laundry.” She bounds from the couch. “Right, I have lots of laundry.”
“Oh, ok.”
I guess I can’t argue with laundry even though I know it’s an excuse. I rise from the couch and follow Rachel to the front door. She rambles on about dryer sheets as I help her into her coat.
I barely get a goodbye in before she’s out the door.
This woman turns me on.
My body’s still fired up, and after shutting off the movie, I head back to my room. I change into my night pants and climb into bed.
I think back to the way Rachel stared up at me during the movie.
Damn, she smelled like heaven, and the scent lingers in the air, turning me on even more.
I lower my pants and pull my cock out, rubbing my hand up and down the steel length.
“Fuck,” I groan out, wishing I was with Rachel instead.
Kissing her was insane. My heart beats frantically around my ribcage as I stroke my dick.
“Fuck, Rachel,” I moan out, wishing more than anything she were here with me right now. On her knees, sucking my cock. Her big blue eyes staring up at me as her sweet lips wrap around my hard on.
I imagine it all in my head, jerking my dick as hard and fast as I can. I keep seeing those lips. That mouth that kissed me with all the fervor she had. Fuck, her kiss is something I won’t forget anytime soon.
I tug on my dick, moaning and groaning as loudly as I can as my body lights up. I come, hurtling into my orgasm with such speed it’s hard to contain it all. Fuck, Rachel.
I picture me in her, on her, all around her as she takes me in deep.
My orgasm barrels through me like a freight train as I lie in bed.
The need inside grows as I keep coming and coming, groaning out Rachel’s name as I do.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ll be able to stay away from her.
“I’m doing much better,” I say to my manager, Les. “When does filming start?”
If you asked me a few months ago if I wanted to do the next SharkQuake movie in the franchise, I would have said no. But now that I know Rachel and her sister are huge fans, it makes me proud to be Robbie in the films.
I stare out the window at the night sky, wondering how I came to be in Alaska. Sure, when my assistant Noreen mentioned an uncle who owned a secluded cabin, I jumped at the chance to get away. But now, I can’t believe I’m here.
I’m not the type of man to rush into a relationship without a connection. I thought I had one with Trinity, but now I see it was more of her wanting to connect with me to build off what little star power I had to launch her own career. And she did just that.
Yet, Rachel is so different.
I’ve only known her a few short weeks and yet, I feel something strong pulling me toward her.
“Filming starts right after Christmas.”
“I’ll be there.”
SharkQuake always films on a Hollywood set. The movie doesn’t have enough of a budget to film anywhere exotic. So, in less than a month, I’ll be back in California. Without Rachel.
Why am I so melancholy?
I don’t even care about running into the press in LA. I just want to hide out here for a little while longer, spend more time with Rachel. I know that can never happen, but a part of me wonders, what if?
I hang up with my manager and pull up Rachel’s number.
I text her, “Should I take a cold shower?”
She answers back within a few seconds. “I’m so sorry to leave you in such a state. Yes, a cold shower should help.”
I laugh to myself. “I meant to prepare for the plunge,” I text back.
She sends an emoji with pink cheeks and I smile, thinking about all the times I’ve made her blush. “I knew that. You can take a cold shower for that too.”
