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FOSTER
Ryan Jacobs wasn’t on the set when we arrived. he’d been given a reprieve to sleep off “jet lag” until the afternoon. Instead, Adrianne was shuttled to hair and makeup to prepare for the scene in which her character’s lab was destroyed in the accident that had made her a superhero in the first place.
Looking at the set, it apparently involved a lot of water and rigging. “Let’s find a good seat,” Callan said. He’d enjoyed coming to set. He liked watching the inner workings of the movies. I wasn’t as big a fan because, like Ethan, I was going to punch Adrianne’s director in the nose as soon as this movie was over. He spoke to the people working around him as if they were dogs or worse, and he seemed intent on ruining Adrianne’s day.
He wasn’t outright rude anymore, but he would make her run the same scene, sometimes the same lines, dozens of times . . . and then turn around and say that they got it on the first go. It was like he was punishing her for standing up to him. For her part, Adrianne had taken the director’s behavior with more grace than I would have been able to.
Callan and I settled near to where the filming would take place. Lee looked at us with disdain but didn’t say anything. He’d tried, apparently, to have us barred from the set, but the studio execs wouldn’t allow it to happen . . . though we did have to sign a couple of dozen NDAs not to talk about anything that we saw unless it was an outright crime.
Adrianne came out of hair and wardrobe. Her hair was already slicked back, and the costume that she’d been put into was pre-soiled. “Even grimy, our girl looks hot,” Callan murmured to me.
I nodded. “Absolutely.”
Lee had the water valves opened above the set, and immediately, everything was drenched. “This is mid-scene,” he explained to her. “The explosion has already happened. The pipes have already burst, releasing the chemical. You’re trying to turn the pipes off and reacting to being hit with the chemical at the same time. We’ll do the beginning and the transformation another day since that’s different effects.”
Adrianne nodded. “Am I in agony?” she asked. “Or is it the knowledge of what could happen that is driving me?”
I was close enough to see the surprise on Lee’s face. Thatta girl, I thought. “Let’s try both,” the director said. “We’ll see what works better and adjust as we need to.”
Adrianne nodded, and then she waded into the soupy mess of the set. Lee gave her a three-count, and the water turned on again. It was a deluge, and although it had to be freezing, she didn’t flinch.
She threw herself into the scene as if the explosion had happened overhead and she saw the pipe burst. This take was the one in which she pretended to be in pain. Her screams made my stomach twist, and I had to hold onto my chair so that I didn’t barge into the scene to save her.
“Excellent, Adrianne!” Lee called when he called for a cut. It was the first time in a week of filming that he’d said anything positive about her performance. “Let’s try it as if you simply know what’s happening as the chemicals dump down on you.”
They reset, and this time, Adrianne didn’t shriek as she ran about. Instead, she dashed around the set as she tried to shut off the pipes, and she grew increasingly frantic in her attempts to get things shut down. Then, as she realized that she couldn’t shut the pipes off, her growing despair reached out into the studio. She began to wail, and Callan reached over and gripped my sleeve.
The scene came to an end, and Lee called for a cut. “Brilliant,” he murmured. “That was perfect.” He turned to the crew. “Let’s get set for this afternoon’s scenes with Adrianne and Ryan while she warms up.”
Adrianne murmured a thank you, and then her eyes landed on me. “Why don’t you stay here?” I asked Callan. “I’ll take her to the trailer.”
Cal nodded. “I’ll go get us lunch, all right? Text me what you both want.”
I muttered something in the affirmative, already pushing myself out of the chair. I met Adrianne at the door that led out to the back lot of trailers.
She was shivering, and there were tears falling down her cheeks. I willed myself not to reach out and touch her. There were too many prying eyes here to behave in any kind of romantic way. “You were absolutely amazing,” I told her.
She smiled and swiped at her eyes. “Thank you.” She sniffled and wiped at her face again. It was hard to tell if her face was wet from the tears coming from her eyes or the water dripping from her hair. “Did you see him? He actually complimented me.”
“It’s about time,” I said, thinking about some of the brilliant things I’d seen her do in the last week. “Let’s get you out of those wet clothes, okay? Before you catch your death.”
Adrianne snorted as we walked out into the sunshine. “That’s a myth, you know,” she said.
“Hypothermia is not,” I pointed out. We stopped at her trailer, and she stood just outside as I quickly checked things over. It was empty, thankfully, and I ushered her inside. “I’ll start a hot shower for you. You peel out of those clothes.”
I left her standing in a growing puddle in the main area of the trailer in favor of getting the shower on and heated for her. The bathroom was tiny, but the showerhead had surprisingly nice water pressure.
When I opened the door, a naked Adrianne stood in front of me. She was still shivering, but she didn’t cover herself, and I didn’t know where to look first. Her body was curvy and perfect, and why had I waited so long to touch her again?
“Shower with me?” she asked.
Saints couldn’t have said no to such a request. I wrenched my shirt over my head and dropped it to the ground, enjoying the need that spread across her face.
“Come here,” I said, popping the button on my jeans and pushing them and my boxers to the ground and kicking them out of the way.
Adrianne stepped forward, and I tugged her into the bathroom and beneath the spray of the shower. We had to leave the door of the stall open so that we both fit, but I was so busy kissing her, licking into her mouth, that I didn’t think about the chill at my back. Feeling her soft curves pressed against me was sheer heaven.
Her fingers slid up the nape of my neck and into my hair, as if she was afraid I would disappear. “I don’t mind an audience,” I told her. “But for the
first time? I wanted you all to myself. I didn’t want there to even be a chance that we’d be overheard.”
She shivered against me. The hard tips of her nipples brushed my chest, and my cock surged against her belly. “It was only a week,” she said, cheeks turning pink. “But I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”
Fuck, how could I ever resist her?
Part of my wanting to wait with her was exactly what I said. For the first time, I truly didn’t want to share. But the other part was the fear that once I had her, I would never be able to let go again. I kissed her again, more softly this time.
“I won’t make you wait ever again,” I promised. I reached down and took hold of her thighs and picked her up so I could press her back against the shower wall.
Water fell down around us, and I kissed her again. “I need you inside me,” she gasped against my mouth. “Please, I’m so wet already.”
I groaned against her. “You can’t just say things like that.” I braced her with one arm and reached between us. My fingers touched her pussy, and she was sopping. Fucking hell. I reached my finger lower and gathered that wetness. I made a show of sucking my fingers into my mouth, relishing in the soft oh that escaped her throat.
Her hips wriggled against me, and a desire to see the extent of what those hips could do overcame me. I reached around her and turned off the shower. “What are you doing?” she asked.
I put her down. “Dry off,” I told her.
Adrianne practically stamped her foot, sending water out with a wet
thwack. “You said you wouldn’t make me wait anymore.”
I cupped the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss. “I’m not,” I promised. “But I’d like a little more room.” I reached back to the hook on the door and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Dry off,” I repeated.
I grabbed my own towel and left her standing in the bathroom. I threw the towel onto the couch and sat down. My cock bobbed out in front of me in a way that would be completely ridiculous if I weren’t so hard that I was legitimately concerned.
Adrianne followed me into the main living space of the trailer. She’d left her towel in the bathroom, but she’d taken care to dry her hair enough so that it wasn’t dripping everywhere. “Come here,” I said and wrapped a
hand around my cock. I pumped myself, eyes nearly rolling back in my head at the feeling of my palm dragging against my skin.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She crossed to me, and I let myself go and motioned for her to climb atop me. When she slung her leg over my lap, I helped to position myself at her entrance. Adrianne’s eyes caught mine as she lowered herself down.
“Jesus,” I grunted as I was surrounded by the tight, wet perfection of
her.
“Foster,” she whimpered. I cupped one of her perfect breasts, tweaking
the nipple, and she gasped.
“Ride me, Princess.” I kissed her chin, her throat, and her collarbone and took hold of her hips with my hands.
She tried, but the movement was awkward. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled and hid her face in her hands. “I’ve never really . . .”
There’s no way.
I pulled her hands down from her face. “You’ve never what?”
“Been in this position.” Her cheeks were a brilliant shade of pink. “I want to.” She wriggled again, and pleasure shot through me. “But what if it’s terrible?”
I grabbed hold of her hips again. Holding her still, I thrust upward, and Adrianne’s head fell back. “I don’t think this will ever be terrible,” I told her. “No matter how awkward the position might be.” I kept bucking upward into her, and she moaned, helpless.
I guided her with my hands, moving her hips against me, and her moans turned deeper, huskier. “This doesn’t feel awkward to me, though.”
Adrianne’s hips began to move on their own, more fluid now, as she played with how far she took me inside, what felt best for her. She began to go faster, snapping her hips against me. “I’m going-”
Come on, baby. “Oh, my God!”
Her muscles contracted and fluttered around me, and it was nearly enough to pull me over the edge with her, but I clamped down on my own need. She slumped in my arms, panting, and I kissed her everywhere I could reach. Her shoulder, her hair, her forehead.
She looked at me. “Did you . . .?”
I grinned at her. “How long do you think we have until you have to be back on set?”
Adrianne glanced at the clock on the wall. “Less than thirty minutes, I imagine,” she said. “Lee’s not known for long breaks.”
I sighed and stood, flipping our positions so that her back was against the couch, and I hovered over her. “I don’t have much time, then.”
“For what?”
I slanted my mouth over hers and bucked inside her. She squealed against my mouth, ripping away to try and get a proper breath.
“I could fuck you for hours.” I knelt so that she became the altar at which I worshiped. I put my arms beneath her knees and drilled into her.
Adrianne cried out. This angle made her even tighter, and my balls drew up as pleasure sparked at the base of my spine. “Fuck me,” she begged. “Oh, God, I need to come again, please!”
“Anything for you,” I said and picked up the pace of my hips. Her hands scrambled to find a hand-hold on the couch. Her forehead was scrunched in concentration. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”
Her hand slipped between her thighs, and I looked down to watch her circle her own clit. Then, she reached lower to the place where we were joined. She touched me, felt as I plunged inside her. Fuck, I’m close. She had to go again first. She had to. I rode her harder, and her fingers jumped back up to her clit. Adrianne matched her movements to mine, and after a moment, her back bowed and she came with a silent Oh. Her muscles clamped down around me.
My orgasm ripped through me. “Adrianne,” I panted, fucking her through it. We were frozen for a moment, and then I slipped away from her and reached for the towel that I’d thrown on the couch. “May I?”
She nodded, eyes still closed, and I gently wiped at the mess we’d made between her thighs. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “Though I may need to jump in the shower again, anyway.”
I smiled. “Probably a good idea.”
Adrianne sat up and kissed me. She pushed me back and practically climbed into my lap. Laughter bubbled up from my belly. “What’s all this?”
“Cuddles,” she said. “I’m cuddling you.”
God, but she is cute, I thought. “As much as I’d love to hold you, Princess,” I murmured to her, “you do need to get ready to head back.”
Adrianne groaned. “I’ll have to meet with the ‘intimacy coordinator’,” she muttered.
I snorted again. “Well, at least you’ve had some inspiration, right?”
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” she deadpanned, but she didn’t move from where she had nestled against my chest.
We lay there for a long while, just enjoying the feeling of our skin against each other. I mapped her bare back with my hands. I thought she was asleep, but then she asked, “I’ve been trying to figure you out, Foster.”
“Figure me out?”
She nodded. “Callan and Ethan’s personalities are just . . . out there, you know? It’s not like they were entirely easy reads. They have their depth. But you are nearly impossible to figure out.”
I shrugged. “I’m not that complicated. I just don’t need a lot of words.” My mother always lamented my silence. It reminded her of my father,
who she swore she drove away with her “incessant prattle”, but the truth was far simpler than that. My father was a drunken asshole who didn’t deserve my mother. I tried to be more verbose, for her, but it made me uncomfortable and snappish, which only seemed to make things worse. It was a vicious cycle that was only broken by my joining the SEALs.
“That’s okay,” Adrianne said, breaking into my thoughts. “You say just the right amount of words for me.”
I looked down at her dark hair sprawled across my chest, and my heart thudded against my ribs. “Really?”
She looked at me, propping her chin on my chest. “Yeah. Honestly, I think Callan’s got enough words for all of us.”
“You’re probably right about that.” We laughed, and I bent my head down to kiss her. “Come on,” I said. “We need to get up before-”
There was a sharp rap against the trailer door. “Oi!” It was Callan. “You never texted me what you wanted for lunch, so you’re both getting burgers, and you’d best be okay with it.”
We dissolved into laughter. “You get dressed,” I said. “I’ll get the door.” She scrambled off me and went to fetch her robe from the bathroom. I found my jeans and pulled them on and then went to open the door for Callan. He was holding bags of fast food. He took in my bare chest and smirked. “I was seriously going to revoke your man card if you didn’t step
up,” he said as he climbed up the steps.
“Shut up, you asshole,” I snarked and let the door slam shut behind him. Adrianne stepped out of the bathroom, robe secured around her, and
Callan’s whole face shifted. Jovial to hungry in a matter of seconds. “Lunch before we head back to set, Princess?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”