Page 39 of Outside the Lines
When we reached my house, he wrapped his hand around my neck and claimed my lips again. Still so hot and demanding. His fingers traced the length of my shaft in my jeans until I was squirming in my seat and incapable of anything but throaty whimpers.
“Yeah.” Ian palmed my cock. “That’s what I like.”
“Me putty in your hands?” My whisper filled the car.
“Mm-hmm. Exactly.” He heaved a sigh. “I’d blow off the meeting tomorrow, but truth is, Anna scares the shit out of me.”
I’d heard that about the director, that she was good, and fair, but exacting and she’d call you on the carpet if you screwed up. “Don’t get in trouble on account of me.” I brushed his cheek with a shaky hand. “I’ll be here tomorrow. And the next day. And the one after that.”
I couldn’t get a read on the emotions that flickered over Ian before he kissed me again. This one was sweet, though, and he’d finally relented on my cock. “I want you to do something for me,” he said.
“Anything.”
A chuckle. “Tell Lydia I want her to use the cuffs on you.” His grin was wicked as he let me go. “Good night, Simon.”
When I’d caught my breath, I murmured, “Good night,” and somehow managed to get out of the car and not trip over my own feet on the way to the front porch. My blood burned so hot, it was a wonder I didn’t light the way up the path.
Ian pulled away and drove off into the night, the bastard.God, I think I’m falling in love.Hell, I knew I was.
Terrifying. Astounding.
When I got inside, I must have looked eight different kinds of turned on, because Lydia stared at me from the kitchen doorway.
“Um.” I put my wallet and keys on the entry table. “Ian told me he wants you to use the cuffs. On me.” It had been years since I’d been nervous in front of Lydia, but tonight I was, and out came my dorky giggle.
“Well,” she said, her smile as deviant as Ian’s, “I suppose we shouldn’t disappoint him.” She stepped forward, took my hand and drew me upstairs.
Yeah. I was totally in love. With both of them.
The bad thing about my career in television was that sometimes meetings happened at the ass-crack of dawn. I rubbed my face and took a swig of the coffee I’d gotten from the catering trailer. Ugh. They tried, but food service drip into a huge vat wasn’t a decent cup. Pretty sure the stars got better coffee, but us crew? Na.
Still, it had enough caffeine to get my sluggish brain moving and take the edge off the fact that I was here and not in bed with Simon.
I hoped he’d enjoyed last night. One of us should’ve. I’d beaten off to the thought of him tied up, helpless, and loving it, but the orgasm had left me oddly unfulfilled. I wanted Simon in the flesh, needed his voice and sighs. Hell, I’d have been happy sleeping next to him, but I knew myself better than that. There’d have been no sleeping if I’d stayed with Si or taken him home. So, a night alone and a morning of crappy coffee for me.
Several of us from production were milling around outside Anna’s trailer. We were early, which was fine. Better that than late. I took another swallow of joe and missed my daily dose of Stomping Grounds. Town was out of the way from my place to the studio lot, so I hadn’t bothered. Besides, Stomping Grounds opened at six. Not even they got up for a five-thirty meeting.
As much as I tried not to let my thoughts turn toward the Derrys, I found myself mulling over Lydia’s smile and how she’d assured me that I hadn’t blown apart their normal life. Ilikedher. Really liked her. Had the suspicion that if I’d been attracted to women at all, I’d feel what Simon undoubtedly felt for her. I supposed that was why I’d suggested Simon tell Lydia to use the cuffs. He’d given so much to me, and she’d let him, I’d wanted to give her something back too. I didn’t know if it had worked, and I didn’t want to know the details of their kinky escapades.
When I thought about Simon, everything was crystal clear. But when I thought about SimonandLydia, my emotions got murky. Their marriage, despite being open, made me stumble. Lydia was hiswife. What was I to Simon? I was so damn confused as to how things were supposed to work between all of us.
Anna appeared in a whirlwind—well, not really—but it felt like it. One minute, we were all sipping coffee and moving like slugs, and the next, she was breezing across the lot to her trailer and talking, and we were listening and following and scribbling notes as we piled in after her. She started in on the shooting plan for Wednesday. Day shots, night shots. Extras. Wrangling. Somewhere along the line, she spotted me.
“Ian, please tell me that set of yours is finished, because we need to get pyrotechnics on it.”
“It’s finished.” Man, the relief that crossed Anna’s face. I breathed out and my muscles unclenched. “Should be on set today. I just need to pick it up and bring it over.”
“You’re a miracle worker.”
I’d actually managed to impress Anna Maxwell. Who’d have thought? But I couldn’t take all the credit. “Well, I did have help,” I said. “And I’ll need a pass for him, since we’re going to use his SUV to get it here.”
Anna waved the concern away. “I’ll talk to security after this.”
My part done, the meeting swirled around me and then was over. But before I could escape, Anna called my name. “A minute, please.”
Shit. She always made me so anxious. “Yeah?”
When everyone had filed out, she turned her laser-sharp focus on me. “I’m very impressed with how you handled this situation, and your innovation in finding a solution to your supply problem.”
