"Oh, I don't know," Xander says. "I think you look just as hot without makeup as you do with it. Maybe hotter since it's real."
Jesse lets out a growl and my eyes widen. Xander grins and Ben winks at me.
"Did he just growl?"
Ben winks again.
"Well, thank you Xander for the compliment. That's very sweet of you to say."
"Great shirt," Ethan tells me with a wink.
"Thanks. Deftones put on an amazing concert."
"Avenged Sevenfold?"
"Yeah baby."
"Nice."
"Matt Shadows is so damn sexy."
"Oh my God," Sera moans. "There are no words. M. Shadows," she says with reverence and I grin.
"Mmm," I groan leaning back in my chair, wiggling my toes.
"Is that a moan for Matt Shadows or do you have sore feet?" Jesse asks.
"Sore feet. Killer boots."
Jesse places a towel on his lap then lifting one of my feet and massaging.
I close my eyes and moan out loud. His hands still. "Oh, don’t stop. That feels so good."
He starts rubbing again and everyone in the room starts laughing.
"Shut up. I know what it sounded like and I just don't care."
I peek through one eye at Jesse and he grins. I close the eye again and just relax into my chair.
"Your hands are amazing."
Silent pause.
"Again, I know what it sounded like. Get your minds out of the gutter. You all can see he's rubbing my feet. Pervs."
"Yeah, pervs," Jesse says with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Don't think I don't know you're smiling over there, Kingston."
"Oh, hell yeah I'm smiling. I'm thinking if this is the kind of reaction I get when I'm rubbing your feet, what kind of reaction am I going to get when you're naked and underneath me."
"Hmm. You're assuming a lot with that statement."
"How so?"
"First, you're assuming I'm ever going to be naked when you're around. Second, you're assuming you'd be on top. Third, you're assuming you'd be able to touch me in such a way that would cause me to moan as I did when you rubbed my sore, overworked feet."
"First, I've no doubt I'm going to see you naked, it's a matter of when. Second, the first time I'm definitely going to be on top, after that we'll play it by ear. Third, I guarantee I can make you moan longer and louder than you just did and you'll be screaming my name."
The first time? Wow. Screaming his name… I'm all for that if he's inside me while I'm doing it.
Sera snickers, Spenser lets out a frustrated noise, and the guys are murmuring amongst themselves.
"Hmm. Guess we'll have to wait and see but I'm not going to bet the ranch."
He stops rubbing and taps my shin so I'll look at him.
"Challenge accepted, Lucy."
***~~~***
"Do you just realize you just laid down a challenge to Jesse Kingston?"
"I didn't. He just took it as one."
"Same thing, Luce."
"I'm not worried about it. We're only on set a few days and I doubt we're going to find ourselves in a situation where any of that will be possible. Besides, he was just saying those things because everyone was there and he wanted to best me."
"You didn't see his face."
I shrug. "Again, not worried."
"I sure as hell would be. We're talking the Jesse Kingston."
"Besides, why are they being all friendly with us? The bands have never done that with us before. It's just surreal."
"Did you ever stop to think they might think you're a big deal?"
"No."
"You should. Hollywood actress appearing in their video? It's got to be a major deal for them."
"Meh, maybe. But I'm really no one. Just some chick doing a job."
Sera nods. "And they're just guys, doing their job. But due to fame and the hype that goes with it, you all think the other is a big fucking deal."
"I am certainly not a BFD."
"You are to them."
I shrug and my phone rings. "Why did I have to let you drive home? If I drove I wouldn't have to answer this call from Regina."
"Just get it over with."
"Yeah." I sigh. "Hey mom."
"How was your shoot?"
"It was good. A lot of fun."
"What band did Cage pick for you this time?"
I bite my lip knowing my mom is going to know this is a huge deal for me the minute she hears the name but there is no talking around this one.
"Falling Down."
Silent pause. "Isn't that Jesse Kingston's band?"
"Yep."
"The one you've had a crush on since seventh grade?"
"Mother. That was a long time ago."
"Hmm. Was it? I remember your reaction when we ran into him in Chicago. Don't think I've missed the fact you've also gone to multiple concerts of his as well."
"Their music is fucking awesome mom." I throw the F-bomb in to piss her off a bit.
"Luciana Antonia Russo. Watch your language."
"Yes, mama." I grin at Sera who grins back.
"Now, tell me, what you have line up next."
"Nothing."
Another silent pause. "What do you mean?"
"I'm taking a break and so is Sera."
Again, silence. "You realize you're doing this at a time when your career is just skyrocketing. This could potentially lose the momentum you've just gained."
"I'm aware of that. After the last movie with Aiden Jensen, I need a break. It was a nightmare, mama. I am not exaggerating. Even Mel lost it."
"Well, that's saying something then, isn't it? Mel's the most laid back director I've ever met."
"I know! I'm telling you, mama, it was the worst. I was stressed out nonstop. My hair started falling out again."
"Oh Luciana. Did you start taking your vitamins again?"
"I have." God, I hated this job.
"That's good then. Hopefully being away from that situation your body will recover quickly."
"I hope so. I don't want to be a patchy baldy twenty-three year old."
Sera snorts out a laugh and my mother tsks.
"You all think I'm kidding. You've seen it, Sera."
"I have. I admit. It wasn't pretty, mama." I love that Sera calls my mom, mama. She is, after all, like a sister to me.
"I think I found a way to fix that problem though."
"Oh? How is that?" my mom asks.
"I hired Spenser and his two assistants."
"Oh!" my mother shouts out a girlie happy sound. "I'm so happy. Spenser is the most amazing artist."
"That he is and he doesn't lacquer me."
"You're so hung up on that."
"Mother, why do you think my hair fucking falls out?"
"Language, Luciana."
"Yes, mama."
Sera sends me a grin and I grin back. We're such bratty daughters.
"I'm glad everything is going well for you both. We'll discuss this hiatus again later in the week. I need to call Joey and see how his movie is coming along."
"He's likely in the middle of filming, mom. It's only a little after four here."
"True. That gives me time to run down and have some coffee and pastries. Talk to you soon darlings. I love you."
"Love you too," we both murmur into the phone and I press the End button.
I lean back into the car seat and turn my head to Sera.
She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. "What?"
"Jesse fucking Kingston, Sera. Can you believe this? Falling Down. This is insane."
She nods and smiles. "Feels kind of like a dream, right?"
I nod and we're both silent and lost in our own thoughts.
It does feel like a dream, but it's real. Shit.
"Jesse fucking Kingston."
Chapter Four
Lucy
"We're going clubbing, right?"
I groan at Sera. My feet are kill
ing me from dancing in those damn leather boots. I'm just glad I get a wardrobe change tomorrow and those boots can be history. Honestly, those boots are hot. They would be great boots for normal outings and things like that, but to dance in for hours while making a rock video? Not so much.
"Seraaaaa," I whine.
She sits down next to me where I've flopped out on our sofa.
"I'll let you wear the Jimmy Choo's."
"The black Mary Jane's?"
She nods. Damn her.
"You fight dirty."
"I know. It's a gift. Chinese for supper?"
"Yeah. The usual."
"Okay, I'll call it in now. That'll give us time to shower before they get here."
"I'm not showering. I'm sitting in my Jacuzzi bath and soaking my tootsies."
"Poor baby."
"Fuck off. You got to wear strappy sandals that had padding." I pause. "Whore."
She laughs. "It's not my fault."
"Whatever. It's always your fault."
"I know, I know. Whereas my bribing skills are a gift, things always being my fault is a curse."
"Damn straight it is," I say as I hobble toward my bathroom.
I turn on the water, adjusting for temperature and pour in some bath salts. Yes, they are the effervescent kind. And yes, the bubbles feel amazing. I'm worked up, I admit this. I mean, hello! Jesse Kingston just talked about getting on top of me and making me scream out his name. Seriously. I'm in need of an orgasm and self-induced is my only option right now. This is why I have a waterproof vibrator. His name is Raul and he never lets me down. With Raul I'm guaranteed multiple orgasms every single time.
Twenty minutes and two toe-curling orgasms later (thank you Raul) I'm slipping on my robe when I hear the doorbell. I'm so hungry I might just eat the entire quart of moo goo gai pan. I snag one of the vegetable egg rolls and moan aloud as I take a bite. I didn't eat much for lunch--I never do when I'm on set. I'd rather be hungry than eat too much and feel sick or actually puke all over the place.
"Cage and the guys are going to meet us at Sunset."
I pause my chewing. "By 'guys' you mean Jesse Kingston-type guys? Falling Down-type guys?"
Sera nods and smirks. Oh boy.
"How is this my life?" So much for not being in a situation where I've got to worry about the challenging rockstar hottie. I'm honestly not sure I'm up for that. I mean, I am but we have to work together for a few more days at least and I don't want to be all flustered around him. I get pretty nervous around guys I have to work with after I've slept with them. I'm not sure why. I guess my ideal one-nighter is just that--one night and then never having to see them again. I learned early on in my career to not sleep with my costars.
It's eight o'clock and I'm in a simple black and pink spaghetti-strap tank top, black Capri pants, and Sera's black Mary Jane's. These are the most comfortable pair of three-inch heels I've ever encountered, with the red strappy sandals I wore at the shoot today coming in a close second. My lip curls as I remember the torturous boots.
Whenever we go out, we always have someone drive us (that'd be Max--we love Max) and we never go anywhere without a bodyguard. You just never know. My bodyguard's name is Frank. He's a very large man. He's a good six-four and over two-hundred-fifty pounds of solid muscle. He's got a beautiful face to match his beautiful body but don't make the mistake of thinking because he's pretty that he's soft. Frank will do what he needs to do to keep me and Sera safe no matter what. He's a very sweet thirty-something-year-old married father of two. He adores his family and I'm happy that we have him as part of ours. None of my employees are considered "staff". They are family.
We walk into the club and it's pretty packed for a Tuesday.
"Let's grab a drink and see if we can find Cage," Sera says.
I nod and follow behind her. I get stopped by a group of college kids who ask me for my autograph and some pictures. I wave Sera off when she looks back. I don't mind taking time for the fans, after all they take time to come see my movies, right? I like letting them know I appreciate them and their support.
After about fifteen minutes, Frank steps up signaling the autograph session is over, as is our routine, and I smile and thank everyone. Frank follows discretely to the bar where I order a Captain and diet Coke. I ignore the stares from the onlookers. I'm not that big of a deal. Honestly. I've been in a couple movies. So what? I'm just a person like they are which is why I don't understand why everyone blows things up to "celebrity status". Now I understand why Milo Ventimiglia said he's not a celebrity, he's a working actor. I ascribe to that very same philosophy.
I pay for my drink and turn to see Sera waving me over to the dance floor.
"I'll be right over here, Luce."
"Thanks Frank."
He winks and nods.
Sera and I start shaking our asses as Enrique starts singing about dirty dancers. I swivel my hips and roll my body. Sera and I are laughing as we let ourselves go. Honestly we don't let ourselves go very often, but we need to blow off some steam.
The music segues into Push It and I grin. I set my now empty glass on a nearby table and Sera sends me a wink.
I barely start dancing again when I feel a pair of very large, masculine hands wrap around my waist. I know who it is without looking. I can smell him--ocean, sandalwood, and yum. It is trouble in the form of one sexy rocker. How do I know? I know because Sera's laughing, or she was until Ben walked toward her.
Ben was right earlier, he did smell trouble. He just didn't tell me it was with a capital T.
They must have some pretty great security with them if they're not being mobbed. Jesse presses himself close, wrapping his arms around me, his hands resting on my lower abdomen. He leans in and whispers, "You look fucking hot, Lucy."
I grin and wiggle my hips and slide down his body to a crouch, then touch my toes, straightening my legs and lifting my ass up against his ever-growing erection before slowly sliding my hands up my body as I stand up fully. I turn my head to look into his amazing face. Yeah, same move as earlier today and it worked again. Jesse's seriously sexy--all tall, dark, and dangerous. He is a bad boy personified and I couldn't be more turned on.
Ciara and Justin Timberlake take over next singing about love and sex and magic. This song could have been written about Jesse Kingston. Women fall in love with him, have sex with him, and they think he's magical. I may be tempted by two of the three. Love isn't in the cards for me. I'm not looking for anything too serious which is a good thing because Jesse Kingston doesn't do relationships.
He turns me around and lifts one of my legs up toward his hip, grinding his hard cock against my belly, sliding his leg between mine as he pulls me tight against him, hands on my hips, guiding me to circle my hips with his. I slowly slide my hands up his chest, pausing when I feel the nipple rings. That's seriously sexy. I look up at him through my lashes. He is, of course, grinning. I run my fingertips over the rings, gently tugging on them and he groans aloud. After that, the music fades out and all I hear is my heavy breathing.
My hands continue their ascent to rest on his chest. I'm not tall enough to wrap them around his neck. His thigh rubs between my legs with every swivel of my hips. I raise my arms, arching my back I lift my hair up off the back of my neck, then slowly let it fall back down as I ride his thigh the same way I would ride his cock.
He's not grinning now. Oh no, there's no grin. He is the poster boy for sex and sin. His eyes dark to the color of chocolate, his lids slightly closed. I step closer to him again, standing on tip toe to try and reach him. He bends slightly and I trace my index fingertip over his lips, his lip ring, my mouth parting as I do.
His mouth opens and I slide my finger inside. He licks then sucks it gently into his mouth. I very slowly pull it out. My gaze flicks up to his and there is no doubt in my mind he wants me. Given the chance, if we weren't in public with everyone watching us, he'd probably fuck me right here--and I'd let him. I get even wetter at that thought. I'm sure he f
eels the heat and maybe even the wetness between my legs but I'm too turned on to care.
He tucks me in close, his hand on the back of my neck pulling my head to his chest and I note the music has slowed down. His heart beats furiously beneath my ear, I can feel it on my cheek and I know mine is beating just as fast.
Do I want Jesse Kingston? Yes, yes I do. Does it go against my rules of no sex while working with someone? Yep, it does. Am I going to ignore that rule tonight? This is, again, Jesse fucking Kingston. The man I've been lusting after since seventh grade. The man who took a little piece of my heart in that airport six years ago. The man who is now running his fingertips up and down my spine and nibbling on my ear. My answer is a resounding you betcha baby.
He pulls back a bit then dips down to press a kiss to my forehead. My eyes close of their own volition. He takes advantage and presses light kisses to each eyelid, then to the tip of my nose. Next, one kiss to each cheek, my jawline, my chin until finally he slowly and softly presses his lips against mine.
All breath and rational thinking leave my body. I swear I feel my brain short circuit. If someone were to ask me what two plus two was right now I wouldn't be able to answer. The kiss is no more than a flutter at first. He takes my bottom lip between both of his and sucks gently, the metal of his lip ring biting into mine. I let out a moan as his hands came up to cup my face.
He tilts his head ever so slightly and takes my lips in a breath-stealing kiss. His tongue slides along the seam, demanding me to open to him. There is no room for argument. I know he will accept nothing less than my full submission to his request. I open for him and his tongue slides against mine. I push closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me as he slowly and thoroughly fucks my mouth with his tongue. It is exquisite. It is bone melting. It is everything I imagined it would be and more.
We kiss and kiss and kiss for what feels like forever when it hasn't been more than a few minutes. He whispers against my lips something I can't hear. I don't think I'm supposed to.
With his hands still cupping my cheeks, he looks directly into my eyes. I'm not sure what he's looking for but whatever it is I'm pretty sure he finds it. His lips come down hard, his tongue dueling with mine as we sway slowly to whatever the hell song is playing. I'm losing myself in him and it feels delicious. I'm not going to lie to myself or to Jesse. I want him. In a very bad way. I'm sure by my responses to him he's already figured that out by now. Just in case he hasn't I whisper to him that I do.