Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Forcing myself to sit up, I look around the bedroom, small and claustrophobic with some moving boxes pushed against the wall. My fingers twitch with the desire to rush to the closest box and take out the poster of Braden.
But what would be the point?
I need to focus on my work, myself, my future.
There’s no reason to think about Braden Braxten.
Because he definitely isn’t thinking about me.
Chapter Four
Braden
I lean against the wall at the very edge of the studio, taking a few deep breaths as my gaze scans over the set. It’s dark where I am, a good place to take five minutes to decompress, but there are pockets of light and movement all around as spotlights are aimed and people hum about.
Nobody approaches me, knowing I need these precious minutes to wind down after a scene.
But it’s not the movie, nothing to do with my character.
It’s her, the costume girl, with that round full ass and that shy-sassy expression on her face. I couldn’t sleep last night, thinking about her, and eventually, I ended up with my hand wrapped around my cock, pumping, yanking it hard.
I imagined I was fucking her, ramming her tight hole until she bucked up and down, those juicy tits bouncing for me.
But when my seed finally exploded from my cock and landed all over my abs, I wasn’t left with the haze of satisfaction I’d hoped for. I wasn’t left feeling like I’d conquered her, because I hadn’t.
I need to do it for real.
But I know if I indulge my animal’s need for her flesh, I won’t be able to stop the rest of it from rushing out. I won’t be able to stop myself from telling her about our family, our future, and how she’s always going to be mine.
And if she agrees, how the hell do I know it’s because she feels the same, or she wants my money, my lifestyle?
I grind my teeth, instincts rebelling at the thought of my Bria acting like that. I’ve got no reason to think I know any better, or to call her my Bria, except for this feeling deep in my gut.
It twists through me like a signal sent from the past, from some savage time when men claimed their women like beasts, killing any competitors, fucking their future into their prey’s warm welcoming slits.
The feeling tells me Bria wants me as badly as I want her – wants a future, a family.
But that’s just plain goddamn madness. I have no way of knowing that, only guessing, only speculating.
“Thinking about how badly you ruined that scene, big man?”
I look up as Tyler swaggers over to me. He’s got one of his wide grins on his face, all glitz, no substance. His blonde hair is styled heavily and he smells like he’s wearing some sort of perfume. He stands around six-two, lean, with a smug look about him that pisses me off.
“Just kidding.” He leans against the wall next to me and folds his arms. “Ah, what a world we live in. What a lovely ugly world, aye? I had one grand adventure last night.”
I say nothing, knowing it’s better to let Tyler rant on until he tires himself out. There’s no way I can get him to leave my little corner of the studio without making a big deal of it, he’d get all outraged and really piss me off. I don’t trust myself not to tear his head off if he starts giving me any of that supercilious LA shit.
I may be many things – a grumpy bastard, a savage, an animal – but I’m also a professional. I’d never jeopardized a project by going full alpha on some pumped-up douche.
“Oh yes,” he goes on, not needing any input from me. “A couple of nice prizes, shall we call them? I had them both in the hot tub. One was bent over while I finger-blasted the other one. Ha.”
I grind my teeth from side to side at the idea of a threesome, everything inside of me rioting at the thought. There’s no world where I’d let anybody else get involved in mine and Bria’s sex life, no damn way. I don’t care if the third person is a woman or a man or a fucking elf.
Nobody gets to see my woman naked, moaning, twitching, and creaming. Except for me.
And she’s the only one who gets to see me go full werewolf and claim her.
“Then they called up a couple of their friends. It was like a Roman orgy. Well, a Californian orgy, I guess.”
“Hmm mm,” I growl, grinding my teeth a little more as though that will bring me comfort.
It’s the thought of Bria with anybody else, driving its way into my brain like a twisting drill. It’s the thought of touching any other woman, of allowing myself to sink into that lust with anybody but Bria that drives me mad.