Page 19 of Chasing Christmas

I moan around him, his praise spurring me on. I never have to wonder if he enjoys what I do to him or what we do together. He tells me. Praise falls from his lips in a filthy flood. He's crude and dirty, saying things no one has ever said to me, at least not to my face. When he says them, though, I love it.

"That's right. Suck it like the greedy girl you are," he demands. "Take it all."

I try. God, I try. I plunge down, taking so much of him that I gag. Still, I can't fit him all in my mouth. My eyes water, and I pull back, taking a breath before I plunge down again. My lips stretch wide around him as I fight for every inch.

"Ah, God, princess. I can feel your throat closing around me."

I moan and push forward again, swallowing around his length.

"Laura!" He chokes out my name as his dick slips down my throat. "Ah, Christ. I'm going to come, princess."

I wrap my hands around his thighs, refusing to let him go as he tries to pull back. He curses, trembling above me. And then the first splash of cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow the salty tang and then pull back slightly as he spills into my mouth and down my throat repeatedly.

I barely have time to swallow the last drop before he drags me into his arms. His wild gray eyes meet mine, his breath a ragged pant. And then his mouth slants over mine, his kiss hard and insistent.

"Fucking perfect little princess," he growls against my lips.

"You're not so bad yourself," I whisper, beaming.

"My turn." He reaches for my zipper.

Bang, bang, bang.

Kaiden whips his head in the direction of the door.

"Two minutes until the set meeting, Ms. Groves!" someone shouts through the door.

"Son of a motherfucking bitch," Kaiden curses.

I bury my face in his shoulder, laughing loudly.

Chapter Seven

Kaiden

"JesusChrist,"Imutter,dodging boxes of Christmas shit as I scour the set in search of Laura. This place looks like the North Pole took a shit right in the middle of it. I suppose it's not entirely terrible. It has a certain charm about it.

Or maybe Laura is softening me. I don't fucking know. All I know is that being here isn't nearly as intolerable as I thought it would be. I've mainly stuck to the edges of the set, keeping to myself since the set meeting ended an hour ago. But being here feels a little like coming home. I didn't expect that. I expected it to hurt a whole helluva lot more, truth be told.

For months after the accident, I woke in a cold sweat, plagued by nightmares. The sounds of the trailer caving in on me haunted my mind. Small spaces gave me full-fledged panic attacks. The myriad of bandages and the never-ending parade of surgeons and specialists drove me insane. All I wanted to do was fucking forget what happened to me, but it was everywhere.

I was almost relieved when people stopped coming around. When they stopped asking how I was doing. It allowed me to move on and put it behind me. I just never realized until today how far I'd moved on. It doesn't hurt like it used to hurt. Being back on a film set feels good in a strange sort of way.

It's bittersweet.

I round a corner and nearly bowl down Audrey…at least I think that's her name. She works in hair or makeup or something like that. I wasn't paying attention when everyone was introduced. I was too busy staring at Laura. She thinks it's hilarious that someone interrupted us before I got to eat her cunt in her trailer. She'll change her tune when I finally get my hands on her.

"Shit, sorry." I take a quick step back into the shadows out of habit, not that it matters. Everyone here has already seen the scar across my face. There were a few uncomfortable stares and lingering looks. No one commented on it, though. Then again, they usually don't say anything to my face. They wait until my back is turned to start whispering.

"You look lost," she says, giving me a friendly smile. She focuses on my eyes, barely even glancing at the scar. Interesting.

"Not lost," I mutter.

She ignores my surly attitude and presses forward with the conversation. "You're Kaiden, right? Kaiden Huxley?"

"I am," I growl and then huff out a breath. Fuck. I'm being an ass. I'm trying to rejoin society, not make everyone hate me. I need people to root for my relationship with Laura, not go out of their way to destroy her reputation for choosing to be with me. I don't get the impression this woman would do that, but still. I'm supposed to be playing nice. "Sorry." I grimace apologetically. "Yeah, I'm Kaiden."

"I'm Audrey Jones. It's been a long time since you were on a set, hasn't it?" she asks softly.