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“Okay, that’s more than fair. Thank you for at least considering it.” He moved around to face me, his legs bent and cocked off to the left in some sort of funky yoga move that I’d never have the fascia to achieve. His cheeks were wet, his eyes red. No, yeah, I didn’t enjoy the sight at all. Not one fucking bit. So much for being a vengeful bastard.
I took his damp face in my hands, searching his eyes for some tiny bit of deceit. Granted, he was an actor, so this could all be a farce, but I didn’t feel that it was. He appeared to be genuine.
“You know that even if we decide to give it another go, it’s doomed to failure when this movie moves on to the next locale,” I said, rubbing at his cheeks with my thumbs. “As much as I would love to throw caution to the wind, we’re going to end up back where we were, Tony. You leaving come the end of the year, taking my heart with you, and me picking up the pieces. That’s my stumbling block.”
“I know, and I have something to show you.” He stole a kiss, then slowly stood up, the tablecloth gliding down his back, showing me his soft prick up close and personal. Unable to stop myself, I linked my arms around his thighs and kissed his cock. He teetered to the left, his hands clasping my head to steady himself. I mouthed my way to the tip of his dick, lapping at the drying spunk, reminding myself just how delicious his spend was. The salty explosion made my mouth water. I sucked his flaccid cock wholly into my mouth. “Christ on a unicycle, Stillman,” he gasped as my nose rested in his tidy dark curls.
I let his dick slide from my lips, closed my eyes, and buried my face in his pubes. The rich, musky smell of Tony filled my lungs.
“The memory of your aroma never left me,” I confessed, cradling his ass now as he rubbed my scalp with the tips of his fingers.
“Yours never left me either.” He bent down to kiss my buzzed head, then, ever so gingerly, stepped back and pulled up his briefs and slacks. Sensing that sexy times were over, I removed my condom, knotted it, and slowly got to my feet to dispose of it...where? I couldn’t just leave it in the trash can if there even was one in here. So, I pocketed it, tucked and zipped. “Fuck, I just remembered I don’t have my phone.”
I said nothing, just went to find two folding chairs. Once they were open, I planted my ass in one as he sat beside me and tried to begin sorting things mentally.
“Well, what I was going to show you was myWillow Dalecontract. It ends in June of next year.”
Okay, that did not help with the sorting. I blinked at him as the cogs of thought slipped yet again. He gave me a wobbly smile. “You look doubtful, but it’s true. My agent is after me to re-sign, but I’m holding out.”
“For what?” I chanced to ask, fearful that he might say something that would suck me in even more. Where had all my hatred gone? Where was the resolve to keep my distance emotionally? Fucking A but having one forever love sucked. I mean, for the love of God, even geese found new mates when theirs died. Why the hell couldn’t I have done the same? It’s the fucking pits when a goose has more life skills than you do. “More money?”
“No.” He dashed at his cheeks and then bent down to pick up the tablecloth and drape it around his shoulders. “To see if I should look for work on the East Coast. They do film soaps in New York, you know. I’ve had several offers.”
Words just wouldn’t appear. I was mentally drained, it seemed. A good fuck will do that to a man.
Now, now, don’t make this all about sex, Stillman.
Why not? It’s supposed to be just getting off. We do not trust this man. Am I the only one who—
Good Stillman booted Nasty Stillman to the cold floor.
“I need time,” I reiterated, thankful that I could get those three words out. It was just too much good news, and I was suspect. It’s not like life to suddenly drop blessings on you after it’s shit on you for fifty years.
Perhaps you’re due for a blessing.
Perhaps I was due for another kick in the balls by Cupid too.
“Sure, yes, take your time. Think. I know this is all a lot. I’ve had time to come to grips with my feelings, to move on from them, and try to right this terrible wrong. Take all the time you need. I just...well, I know it’s cheeky of me to ask, but while you’re thinking about things, can we date?”
“Date?” He bobbed his head, some of the sparkle now returning to his stunning eyes. “Like...date?”
“Yeah, Stillman, like date. Can I woo you?”
“Woo me?”
Stillman, dear, we do need to try to converse in sentences that are longer than three words.
“I know that’s an antiquated term, but it fits. Some days I feel old as Methuselah.”
I felt that, but since my words had failed, I just grunted and crossed my arms over my chest. Defensive posturing resuming I took note and then let my hands fall to my thighs. I didn’t want Tony to feel put off.
Yes you do! He’s a sneaky heartbreaker!
I ignored Devil Stillman shouting from under a life-size plastic goat back in the corner.
“How do we date?” There. I was now up to four words. Go me.
“Like most people do.” He appeared to be enjoying this now. The man was nothing if not mercurial, a trait that I liked. Had liked. I wasn’t sure I liked much about him now.
