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“Landon, it’s good to see you.”
Her honey voice conveys the fakeness of the statement and I laugh aloud.
“Is it? Always got the feeling you hated me…”
I step around her, meeting Greg’s eye before glancing back at Hudson where he’s still sitting across the room on the makeshift bed, biting on his knuckle. He looks so defeated, so innocent that part of me wants to go over and wrap my arms around him, protect him from everyone who’d hurt him.
You just hurt him, dumbasss.
Yep, my stupid inner voice is at it again and I turn away after watching him for a few more seconds. I rake my eyes over him as Cameron talks at me about how great we are and how good our chemistry is, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the boy across from me. He reaches up with his free hand and swipes a tear that starts rolling down his cheek, causing my stomach to flip uncomfortably and my longing to hold him to soar higher.
My body vibrates with it as his gaze remains fixed on the floor, shoulders slumped and there’s something that’s fundamentally different, broken in him. I haven’t watched any of Dimensions' new video’s or their interviews and I can’t tell if this is a new development or something that is just ingrained in him now. I can barely stomach hearing their new songs in the car for a second if they happen to start playing.
He wears his pain across his face, in his tightened eyes and downturned lips, chewing on his knuckle but when he lifts his eyes and I see the absolute devastation in his tear filled gaze it knocks a little of my hatred down a notch.
Yeah, the masochistic part of me still wants to make it better for him but it isn’t my place, not anymore. He made sure of that. I quickly stop watching him and suck in a deep breath trying to blow away the familiar taste of him that lingers on my tongue and the warmth that my arousal has coursing through me, because of course I’m turned on. It’s the first time in year that I’ve felt anything like I was before all this shit happened and I hate him for it.
“Landon, you and Jessie are filming your office scene and Hudson, you’ll be working with Emma, Calvin and Eddie shooting the family scenes. Kris will be there too, and it’ll start when you find him dead on the floor.”
Cameron’s voice distracts me from the thoughts in my head and I give a head shake to show I’ve heard him, my eyes finding their way back to Hudson across the room.
Hudson only nods as he stands up and bustles off without looking at me, curling his arms around his waist like he’s always done when he’s upset, nervous or anxious. I hate that I still know him so well that I can tell his emotions from his body language.
I manage to shake it off and film my scenes. The next few days pass and we barely see each other, only having minimal time together as we’re filming around each other. I’m filming some of the scenes where I’m searching around Chicago for clues on him after he left Grant’s apartment and he’s filming flashbacks and his scenes prior to meeting Grant.
My luck holds for the next two and a half weeks and it’s finally week three of filming when we have our first scene together.
It’s the infamous bar scene and it’s exactly like the book describes. It’s the perfect setting and when Hudson walks in, shirt unbuttoned to his pecs, hair curled around his neck and eyes a sparkling green color I forget for a moment that he hurt me, that he ruined everything we had and I watch him walking into the bar scene overwhelmed by how much I want him.
I vaguely hear Cameron call action and I try to adopt my professional persona.
Desire and pure lust clouds my vision as I begin to make my way across the makeshift dance floor, darting around bodies, tables and chairs until I reach him at the bar.
My hand reaches out and slides along his waist like I always did when we were together. He turns slowly towards me, and his eyes widen as he takes my expression in. I don’t know what he sees when he looks at me, but he licks his lips, drawing out the moment as his eyes dart around my face, and when our eyes meet, his pupils are blown and there is something so insanely hot about how his eyes burn into mine.
My mouth dries out when he lowers his head and I can’t hold back my groan as his hand skims down my waist, cupping my ass and dragging his lips up sucking on my pulse point in a way that has my body shifting against him. His teeth sink in, and he presses a soft kiss against the skin before moving upwards and breathing hotly against my ear, tongue farting out to touch the shell before he grits out in a whisper that has my knees trembling.
“Fuck me, you’re so hot, baby…”
I realize that it’s his line in the script, but the hoarseness of his words and the softness of his touch almost makes me forget my next words, but I manage to mutter them, breathlessly against his neck before my lips taste his skin.
It’s unscripted but I can’t find it in me to give a shit. His breath stutters because this was what I would do on nights out. I’d tease and toy with him, darting through crowds and making him seek me out, blowing each other in bathrooms as we tried to keep our relationship under wraps.
I drag my lips up and nibble on his ear before making my way to his lips and our kiss is heated, dirty and such a turn on that I forget for a moment that we’re in a crowded room filming, because I just want him. I want him to consume me. I want to ride his dick and forget the pain for a few minutes, but as his arms wrap around me, the background gets quieter and Cameron calls cut.
“That was perfect, guys. Can we reshoot. Get another angle on that?”
We spring apart and Alysa, one of the makeup assistants touches our faces up and pushes us apart. My heart thunders in my chest, but I’m too turned on to care.
“Landon, that was perfect from you. It was just the right side of flirty, without being obscene, but this time I want you to lead Hudson back to the booth and Hudson, I want you to wrap your arms around Landon’s waist as though Devon is consumed by the lust Grant’s created by dragging him away.”
I close my eyes and suck in a breath, glancing over to see Hudson shift and casually readjust himself in his pants. Part of me feels like a dick for pulling my moves on him when he knows each of them so well, but another part of me can’t resist torturing him with them. What did he think was going to happen when he took a part in this movie? Did he think I’d accept him back with open arms when he’s never even apologized to me for cheating on me?
We’ll it doesn’t matter now, did it because I was going to rile him up and leave him desperate for me. Maybe I’ll even fuck him later. Can I do that? I know I would be able to relieve some of the tension between us if we fucked, but what would that do to me, to him? I might be a bastard, but part of me still cares about what happens to him.
My eyes stay on him, and he met my look with a frown on his face. He’s clearly worried about what I’m planning, so I know I exactly how to keep him on edge. I know how to play this game with him, this beautiful war of seduction that I’ve played before with him.
If I decide to fuck him, it’ll be on my terms and there’ll be no talking, no words, just my cock in his mouth or his ass. That might be more than he deserves from me, but now that I had the idea in my head, I can’t shake it.
