Mr. Hollywood (Celebrity #1) (33 page)

Parts of my body immediately gave her a standing
ovation for that comment.
“
I
’
d
ask why we
’
re wasting our time with food?
”
I stopped in front of her, staring
down.

Licking her lips, she returned my stare.
“
What food?
”

It was all the encouragement I needed, my lips
attacking her mouth as my fingers searched out the buttons of her hideous
blouse. Fisting her hands in my shirt, she dragged me even closer before
dropping her hands to work the fastenings on my belt and pants.

“
God,
Aubrey. I can
’
t tell you how much I
’
ve wanted you in the last ten days,
”
I muttered, sliding my hands into
her blouse and shoving it off her shoulders.

“
Pretty
sure I can imagine what it
’
s been like.
”
Shoving my pants and underwear over
my hips, she dropped to her knees in front of me, slipping her mouth around my
cock.

Groaning loudly, I gripped her upper arms and dragged
her back to her feet.
“
Not this time. You
’
re gonna feel everything I do at the
same time I do.
”
Quickly, I undid her pants
and pushed them down.

“
Fast
and hard this time,
”
she whispered, longing in her
eyes, as she kicked the items the rest of the way off.

“
Coming
right up.
”
This was one role request I
would happily oblige. Taking her shoulders, I turned her around so she was
facing the small dining table.
“
Lay over it,
”
I coached her and she did so,
baring that alluring pert butt of hers to my view. Coming behind her, I
adjusted her position and spread her legs wider.
“
Damn,
your ass is beautiful,
”
I added as I slid my dick
over the wet folds of her pussy and pushed inside.
“
Such a nice view.
”

She pushed back against me, moaning.
“
Just shut up and fuck me already,
”
she pleaded.

Grinning, I slapped that delicious ass of hers and she
jumped.
“
What? I thought we came here to
talk
and
fuck?
”

“
I
changed my mind. Now hurry.
”

I couldn
’
t help myself.
“
Impatient girls will have to wait.
”

Laughter escaped her and she tried to glance at me
over her shoulder.
“
I can go home and use my vibrator if
you
’
d prefer.
”

“
Like
hell,
”
I replied, pumping into her once
and stilling again, although the thought of watching her pleasure herself was
pretty damn heady.

Shamelessly, she pushed herself back against me,
trying to get more. I loved how wanton she was with me. She wasn
’
t afraid to ask for it. It was
taking all my power to not pound into her with complete abandon. My muscles
were shaking as everything in me begged to get on with it. I was hungry for her
—
starved even.

“
Zane,
please.
”
She dragged the word out.

“
I
wish you could see how pretty you look, right now.
”
She was a vision.

More laughter and even that action caused her to
tighten around me.
“
What?
”

“
All
spread out across my table with your clothes half on, half off, and that cute
butt poking up in the air. You should see how incredible my cock looks shoved
inside you.
”

“
Can
you please demonstrate said shoving in again .
 
.
 
. you know .
 
.
 
. repeatedly, so I can make sure I
understand right?
”

I slapped the other cheek and moved once, then
stilling again, just to torment her a little longer.

She sighed.
“
It
’
s
gonna take me a long time to climax if you keep this pace up.
”

“
Really?
That
’
s too bad, because I
’
m so hot I could probably come
right now.
”

“
Is
this how you profess to keep it up all night long?
”
she taunted.
“
If so, I should tell you, this
doesn
’
t count.
”

“
Oh,
hell, woman. Them
’
s fightin
’
words. Now I
’
m gonna have to prove it to you.
”

“
Please,
prove it to me, Zane. Prove it to me right now! And don
’
t stop the slapping. It feels
amazing.
”

Dear god, she was gonna make me come with just her
words if she kept talking like that. Grabbing her hips, I withdrew and slammed
heavily into her, so forceful the table slid a fraction of an inch.
”

“
Fuck,
yes!
”
she shouted.
“
Oh, gosh!
”
A long wail escaped her.

“
Already,
Aubrey?
”
I kidded.
“
I
’
m
just getting started.
”

“
Whatever
you do, don
’
t stop!
”

Letting loose, I pounded away, in and out as fast as I
could. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to the sensations running through
me. She was so wet and ready, and I loved the feel of her body beginning to
spasm around me.

“
Yes,
oh fuck, yes!
”

I opened my eyes, wanting to see the scene she created
before me. Gaze dropping to where our bodies joined, I loved seeing how well we
fit. I loved hearing her cries surrounding me
—
yearning
and seeking for release. I loved that I was fucking her so hard the heavy table
was moving.

I simply loved everything about this moment, and it
was all because it was her
—
my
Aubrey. We could
’
ve been rolling around screwing
like pigs in a hog waller, and I still would
’
ve
been having the time of my life.

Mud wrestling.
I just added that to my list of
places I wanted to fuck Aubrey. Of course, maybe it would be easier to list the
places I didn
’
t want to fuck Aubrey, because I
wanted to fuck her everywhere.

And then I wanted to make love to her. I didn
’
t need a new list for that. I
wanted to make love to her in all the places I fucked her. I wanted to hear her
screaming my name in places all over the world, and I wanted to hear her
screaming it when I was at home.

It was just her.

It didn
’
t even have anything to do with
sex. I didn
’
t care if she was just screaming at
me because she was mad even. I wanted her. Only her. It had to be Aubrey that I
spent the rest of my life with.

Emotion filled me, pooling inside of me and without
stopping, I groaned loudly, as I began shooting giant streams inside her.
“
Aubrey,
”
I ground out through gritted teeth.
“
I love you. God, you have no idea
how much I love you.
”

“
I
love you too, Zane,
”
she replied, flopping like a
rag doll on the surface of the table.
“
Thank you.
”

“
Don
’
t be thanking me yet. We aren
’
t even close to finished.
”
Pulling out, I hiked my pants up a
bit so I could walk and scooped her into my arms, carrying her to my room.

We never got around to the food.

“Z McCartney Takes Son to Soldier Force Film Set!”

~
The Gamer Mag
~

Chapter Twenty-Six

Aubrey

“
Cut!
”
the director yelled and suddenly
the set buzzed to life. I couldn
’
t help myself
—
I clapped, and so did Dustin.

“
That
was mind-blowing!
”
I said, smiling as Zane
joined us.
“
I swear I
’
ve never seen anything so amazing
in my life. I will definitely be buying this film. The leading man is hot!
”

Grinning, Zane bent and kissed my cheek.
“
I
’
m
pretty sure I
’
ve never been so happy to be called
a leading man before. It sounds so much better coming from you for some reason.
”

“
Whatever.
”
I couldn
’
t help looking him up and down
again, taking in his sharp military costume.
“
You
make that uniform look so good.
”

“
Only
the best for Captain Jase Dean,
”
he grinned and tossed a wink
in Dustin
’
s direction.
“
What did you think, son?
”

Son. Dad.
I loved hearing those terms on
Zane and Dustin
’
s lips. It warmed my heart to no
end and made my life seem so perfect. It was like living on top of the world
and I was pretty sure no one could ever knock me from that perch.

“
It
’
s awesome! I like Captain Drudge
’
s costume too.
”

“
Would
you like to meet the guy playing Captain Drudge? His real name is Miles Rodney
and he
’
s a great actor, not to mention a
nice guy.
”

Dustin wrinkled his nose.
“
He doesn
’
t seem very nice to me.
”

“
Trust
me, kid. It
’
s all an act. He
’
s one of the kindest people you
’
ll meet. Come on.
”
Pulling the gloves off that went
with his costume, he tucked them into his pocket and held his hand out to
Dustin.
“
Would you like to come with us,
babe?
”

Babe.
That was another one I loved
hearing.

I shook my head.
“
No. You go ahead. I don
’
t want to interrupt anything.
”

He laughed.
“
You aren
’
t. Come with us. I want everyone to
meet you.
”
He held out his other hand.
“
Miles is over by the food table.
Want something to eat?
”

“
Sure.
”
I
’
d
be lying if I said I hadn
’
t been eyeing the buffet since we
arrived. It looked delicious.

Moving through the studio lot, I couldn
’
t believe all the action going on.
People had no idea what kind of time and patience went in to setting up and
perfecting even a few simple seconds of scene. It was intense. There were so
many lights, and cameras, as well as miniature railroad tracks for cameramen to
ride along as they were shooting a scene.

Add in people for makeup, people for hair, the costume
department, director, executives of all variety, reporters with press passes,
writers, show runners, couriers, personal assistants .
 
.
 
. the list went on and on. It was
completely fascinating.

“
Miles,
”
Zane called out as we approached.
“
I want you to meet my family.
”

“
Hey,
McCartney family,
”
Miles replied with a friendly
grin, and his words gave me a second of pause. No one had ever called Dustin or
me a McCartney before. Even though it wasn
’
t accurate, it still pleased me. I loved
the way it sounded.

“
This
is my girlfriend, Aubrey Hart, and our son, Dustin.
”

Miles smiled widely and leaned forward extending his
hand.
“
Pleasure to meet you finally,
Aubrey.
”

“
Finally?
”
I asked, as I shook it.

Releasing my hand, he gestured to Zane.
“
This guy tells anyone who will
listen about you. I think there are random people passing by on the street that
know all about you.
”

Glancing at Zane I grinned.
“
Is this true?
”

“
Maybe,
though I
’
m not nearly as bad as he
’
s making it out to be.
”

“
Yes,
he is,
”
Miles disagreed with a chuckle. He
turned his attention to Dustin and held his hand out to him as well.
“
He talks a lot about you, too,
little man.
”

Dustin shook is hand.
“
You
look like the guy from Tinyville
—
the one who plays Poppy.
”

“
That
’
s me, for sure. Did you like
Tinyville?
”

“
It
’
s one of my faves!
”
Dustin exclaimed.
“
How
’
d
they make your ears look uneven? They look normal.
”

Miles glanced up at us.
“
Can
I steal him for a bit? I actually have some of those ears hanging on a plaque
in my trailer. Do you mind if I show him?
”

“
Not
at all,
”
I replied, pleased that he would
take the time to interact with Dustin in this manner.

“
We
’
ll grab a few things to eat here
and meet you both over that way,
”
Zane added.
“
I figured we could eat lunch in my
trailer. You
’
re welcome to join us.
”

“
Thanks.
I
’
d love to,
”
he replied with a grin glancing
between us.
“
It
’
ll
give me a chance to get to know the fam. Come on, kiddo.
”

We both watched as they walked away, Dustin talking
animatedly with Miles as they disappeared off the set and around the corner.

“
He
seems really nice, just like you said.
”
Picking up a plate, I began
putting some food on it.
“
Want to share a plate with me? You
can get whatever you
’
d like. I
’
m making this one for Dustin.
”

“
I
think I
’
d like you naked and served on a
platter for lunch.
”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
“
I wondered how long it would take.
”

Laughing he grabbed a plate and began adding food to
it.
“
It
’
s
your own fault. If you weren
’
t so good I wouldn
’
t need it so much.
”

“
Says
the man known as the biggest playboy of Hollywood.
”

“
Says
the man
formally
known as the biggest playboy in Hollywood. I
’
m
completely reformed now
—
a one-woman man, that
’
s what I am. And I love it!
”
I was pretty sure everyone could
hear him. It wasn
’
t like he was trying to keep any of
this to himself.

“
You
got enough food there?
”
I asked, staring at the
heaping plate.

“
Hey,
now. Part of this is for you. Besides, I
’
ve been in a lot of training for
this film. I need a lot to eat.
”

“
Excuses,
excuses,
”
I muttered, shaking my head
and he bumped his hip against me as he passed, almost sending me sprawling into
the table.

“
What
the hell?
”
I asked, trying to send him a
glaring look. It wasn
’
t landing. He was laughing too
hard.

“
Babe,
if you wanted me to do you over the table again, all you had to do was ask.
”

Blushing furiously, I glanced around, but no one
seemed to have heard.
“
You
’
re
gonna get it,
”
I threatened.

“
God,
I hope so,
”
he replied wickedly.

Rolling my eyes, I walked past him around the corner
in the direction that Miles and Dustin had gone, even though I had no idea
where I was going.

“
Would
you like some directions?
”
Zane asked, coming alongside
me.

“
Like
I
’
d trust anything you
’
d tell me. I
’
d end up walking into some room
where they
’
re filming porn or something.
”

Laughing loudly, he shook his head.
“
They don
’
t ever film porn here. Golden Gate
Studios is family owned.
”

“
Oh.
Well, good. I mean, not that I have anything against porn
—
though I
’
m pretty sure I
’
ve never really watched any.
”

“
You
aren
’
t missing much. The real thing is a
lot more fun.
”

“
Z
McCartney as I live and breathe,
”
a new voice broke in.

Immediately, I turned toward the sultry sound, knowing
exactly whom it belonged to. It was a voice I
’
d
loathed and had even been jealous of for years.

Lauren Cassidy was as beautiful as ever, maybe even
more so in person. She seemed every inch the star she was, looking glamorous in
a gorgeous red gown. She had to be here on the lot filming.

“
Lauren,
”
Zane said, moving a bit closer to
me and placing his hand on the small of my back.
“
This
is Aubrey Hart.
”

“
So
you
’
re the new girl
—
or the old girl, if the tabloids
are to be believed.
”
Practically sneering at me,
she gave me the once over.
“
Be careful with this one.
”
She pointed to Zane.
“
He likes to fuck men on the side.
”