Never to Love (17 page)

“I know, it has.” Chase backed up a little to look me over and then checked out my companions.

“Surely it hasn’t been
that
long,” he said, grinning at Colton.

“Chase, this is my friend Colton and his dad, Thomas. Colton, this is my friend Chase. He’s one of the people who make the actors look like zombies.”

Colton’s eyes widened as he surveyed the makeup studio and seemed fascinated by the actors donning half of a zombie face. I could feel the energy ready to burst from his young body, but he held it in to keep his promise to me.

“Do you see anyone you know?” I asked as I took a look myself and found who I was looking for.

“Uncle Taaaate…” His words began as a yell but trailed off into his indoor voice.

Putting the kid out of his misery, I took his hand and, with Thomas in tow, headed over toward Tate.

“Hey, kid,” he said, smiling as if he’d known Colton since birth. If I had to guess, I’d say they’d only met three or four times.

“I didn’t know you were on this show,” Colton said, fidgeting with his hands as the woman moved around to the other side of Tate to apply another scar.

“It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone,” Tate whispered in a conspiratorial tone. He was great with kids; Marina was too. It was a shame they hadn’t started a family yet. I could’ve pushed through my fear of baby-cooties for them.

“I’m going to be in the mid-season finale. The producers asked me to come in early to figure out the makeup and clothes.”

“That’s so cool,” Colton said in his restrained voice. “I wish I could be a zombie, too.”

Chase came up behind me, gripped my shoulders, and looked at Thomas. “I’m finished for the day,” he said quietly while Colton was talking to Tate. “If you’re okay with it, I’d love to zombify him. We have a few child actors coming in next month, and I could use the practice.” While it was technically true, I knew Chase just wanted to have some fun and make Colton happy.

“I don’t know,” Thomas said hesitantly as he looked between Chase, Colton, and me. His narrow gaze settled on Chase’s hands, which were now massaging my shoulders.

Even though we’d never fucked, Chase had always been touchy-feely with me. His touches were platonic and full of friendly affection, not possession. When his hands were on me or his lips playfully smacked a kiss on my cheek or the top of my head, it wasn’t a prelude to sex. I knew he wasn’t after anything more than the friendship we had. All of those things came together in a way that made me completely comfortable with him and not cringe at his touch.

When my friend lowered his hands to my waist, Thomas quickly changed his tune, making me realize the nature of our relationship wasn’t blatantly obvious to everyone. “How long would it take?”

“I’ll only do his face, so maybe forty-five minutes to an hour.”

“Okay,” Thomas agreed surprisingly easily.

Chase got Colton’s attention and told him the plan, which made the kid fidget like he had to pee really badly and had been holding it in for hours. I’d seen that look on his father once or twice. It was mean to make Colton struggle to contain that much excitement, so after guiding him away from anything that could hurt him, I used my finger to draw a loose circle around where he stood. “Go ahead, but keep it quick and stay in this area.”

After bouncing around like Tigger for a few seconds, Colton climbed into the chair next to Tate and stayed as still as he could while Chase dabbed his cheek with a round sponge. Thomas turned his attention to his pseudo-adopted-brother-in-law and asked, “Are you going to be here for a while?”

“Yeah, they’re only halfway done and are covering three-quarters of my body.”

“Would you mind keeping an eye on Colton for about fifteen or twenty minutes?”

“Sure, no problem.” Grinning like an idiot, Tate added, “Take as long as you need.”

“Thanks, man.” Without further ado, Thomas told Colton we’d be back in a little bit, gave Chase the evil eye, and dragged me out of the room while muttering something that sounded like, “…Better be gay.”

“What’s going on?” I asked when he stopped right outside the door, grinning at his misconceptions. Once we rounded the corner, and were out of everyone’s sight, he pressed me against the wall and smothered my mouth with his.

His tongue warred with mine for dominance, but I wouldn’t let him take control. I may have been physically smaller than Thomas, but our stubbornness was evenly matched.

Breaking free for air, he huffed, “Does everyone on the freaking planet want you?”

“Pretty much,” I replied.

Looking around the set of the hospital-turned-outpost, he noticed the disheveled patient room tucked into the back corner, separated from the nurses station by a glass wall. With one sure movement, he turned to face me, bent his knees, grabbed me just below my ass, and flung me over his shoulder as he stood.

When he dumped me on the bed made to look like the sheets hadn’t been washed in years, I shuddered, but not in a bad way. Nothing was actually dirty, but the creepy room added an exciting element to what we were about to do.

“I thought I said no beds.” Yes, I’d broken that rule before, but that didn’t mean it was null and void.

“I thought the TV cameras a few feet away might nullify that rule this time.”

Instead of answering, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of me. Groping his ass, I found his wallet and pulled it out. Before I could hand it to him, he snatched it from my grasp and gave me a hard look. Returning the expression, I merely said, “Condom.” Did the asshole really think I wanted anything else or was it just a reflex?

When his pants were around his knees and my skirt was bunched up around my waist, he rolled on a condom and covered my body with his. The first thrust was hard enough to scoot me up the bed a few inches, and he didn’t relent. This wasn’t an “I’m so horny I can’t help it” kind of fuck, it was an “I’m pissed as hell and am taking it out on your pussy” fuck. And damned if I didn’t love every fucking minute of it.

Watching this man lose control and feeling his lost control being pounded into me was one of the hottest things I’d experienced. But he wasn’t going to get away with the bad behavior he’d exhibited since I’d stepped into his house earlier. Already close, I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come, so with one well-timed roll of my hips as he thrust into me, I rubbed my piercing against the base of his cock. I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to.

Without taking a beat to recover, I pushed on his shoulders and said, “Stop,” in a clear, loud voice.

As he froze above me, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead to his nose and fell onto the mattress, close to my ear.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stop. I’m finished.”

Pulling out slowly, his entire body shook with the abrupt end to his quest for release. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nope.”

“Then why do you want to stop?”

“After the way you’ve behaved all day, do you think you deserve to come?”

“What?” he said as he pulled off the condom and began stroking his rock-hard dick.

“Think about it for a while,” I said and narrowed my eyes as I watched him jack his cock. “I’m going back to hair and makeup. You can either finish what you’re doing there and join me in a few minutes or stop now and walk back with me.”

“Why would I stop?” he asked incredulously.

“If you stop, I might let you go for another ride later, assuming you’re a good boy the rest of the day. If you finish on your own…” I trailed off. Honestly not knowing if he’d stop or not, I didn’t want to cock-block Future Juli just in case she wanted to play with it later, so I let him form his own conclusions.

“Are you always this much of a bitch?” he asked as he stuffed his lickable hard-on back into his pants.

“Not always, but often,” I replied as I climbed off of the bed, straightened my clothes, and casually strolled back the way we came, making sure to put a little extra swing in my step.

Thomas

My balls hurt. Really. Fucking. Hurt. I’d been so close before Juli shut me down, and who knew how long it would be before I’d have another opportunity. It was hours until Colton’s bedtime, and I couldn’t ditch him with just anyone. Leaving him with Tate and the asshole Chase had been bad enough. There was no fucking way I would have left Colton with Chase if Tate hadn’t been there.

We could go back to my place and let Colton watch that God-awful movie while I fucked the hell out of Juli in the laundry room. Or we could visit Sawyer and his family. Colton could play with Peyton while I snuck Juli down the hall and fucked her in their shower. We wouldn’t need to turn on the water. Or we could do both. Yeah, both sounded good. All I had to do was hold on a little while longer.

As I followed Juli back to the room, I sent Finn a text.

Me:
Satan Spawn around?

Finn:
Yeah.

Me:
Pic?

Finn:
Another boner problem?

Me:
You know me too well.

My little brother saved the day by sending me a pic of his wife giving him an eye so stinky I could smell it all the way in Burbank.

Ah, relief.

Me:
Thanks, bro.

Finn:
Anytime.

With my problem solved, I deleted the ugly from my phone to prevent the screen from fracturing and to avoid accidentally poisoning my dick. Seeing the nastiness when hard was enough to make it instantly soft. Seeing it when not at full mast might make the whole package die a painful death.

“You look great, buddy,” I said when I saw how much my son had morphed in such a short period of time.

“Very gross,” Juli added, making Chase have to stop working for a minute when Colton’s broad grin got in the way.

“The two of you weren’t gone very long.” Chase smirked as he put the finishing touches on Colton’s mouth.

“Wasn’t that much to do,” Juli said with a shrug.

Tate laughed and then said, “That’s not a very nice thing to say, Julianne. I’m sure if that were true you wouldn’t have left in the first place.”

“Eh,” she said noncommittally as she looked over at Colton, who was thankfully oblivious to the undertone of the conversation. Chase, on the other hand, was biting his lower lip as his shoulders shook.
Asshole.

“What do you want to do next?” Juli asked Colton.

“I want to take a selfie with Uncle Tate,” he said looking to the half-man, half-monster beside him.

Tate smiled. “I’d love to, but you can’t show it to anyone until the studio announces my appearance on the show.”

“How long will that be?” Colton asked impatiently.

“About three weeks,” Juli replied. “They’ll release a teaser after the first day of shooting.”

“Can I tweet it after that?”

“Sure can,” Tate responded. “As long as it’s okay with your dad.”

When Colton looked to me, I knew I couldn’t deny him. “Sure.” Needing to put my plan into action, I asked, “What do you want to do after the selfie?”

“Can we go to Universal Studios so I can scare people?”

My brain formed a new plan that was even better than defiling Sawyer’s master bathroom. I just needed to make sure Juli would come with us. “I don’t think Juli’s feet can handle all of that walking in those shoes.”

“You obviously don’t know her very well,” Tate replied.

Although I wanted to say, “I know her in ways you never will,” my mouth remained shut.

“I’ll have you know I walked around Disneyland twelve hours a day for three consecutive days in these shoes.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Why not?”

“That can’t be good for your feet. Aren’t you afraid of permanent damage?” Maybe she was allergic to comfort.

“She doesn’t like being short,” Tate added, chuckling at how ridiculous it was.

The few times I’d seen her barefoot, I noticed her vertical deficiency, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it. “How tall are you?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Not liking being ganged up on, she folded her arms beneath her tits and gave everyone in the room the evil eye.

“Her license says five-two,” Chase said, “but I’m not sure I believe it. I think she rounded up rather generously.”

“You’re all a bunch of assholes. Keep it up and Colton and I will go to Universal by ourselves.”

“Are you tall enough for the rides?” I was glad Tate had asked the question on the tip of my tongue. Between Tate, Chase, and I, he was probably the only one she wouldn’t murder.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Don’t be surprised if your next role is a man with a tiny,” she paused, looking over at Colton who was actually paying attention to the conversation this time, “pool noodle, desperately trying to find someone who pities him enough to swim with him anyway.”

“I’m not worried. If it is, I’ll just accidentally leave the webcam on when I go swimming and show everyone how big my actual pool noodle really is.”

“Daddy?” Colton asked. “Can we go swimming today? I know how to swim, so I won’t need a noodle like Uncle Tate.”

Until the kid came to live with me, I’d forgotten just how funny he could be. “If we swim, your zombie face will wash off.”

“How about tomorrow?” he asked. “That way Juli can go get her swimsuit.”

Eyes widening, she looked at me and silently said, “How long does he think I’m staying?” I laughed until the thought of her dripping wet in a tiny bikini had me wishing I hadn’t deleted the image of the loathsome beast from my phone. The situation in my pants only worsened as I wondered if the outline of her piercing would be noticeable through the tight, clinging bottoms.

“All done,” Chase said, spinning Colton around so he could look in the mirror.

“Awesome!” Colton yelled.

As he continued to happily flip out about how dead he looked, I leaned closer to Juli and whispered so only she could hear. “You’re going to pay for this later,” I said, discreetly moving her hand to the bulge in my pants.

Giving my dick a torturous squeeze before pulling away, she asked, “How is that my fault?”