Page 21 of Moon Blind Hearts
“Beautiful,” I purr. “As I expected.”
Our gazes hold, latched on, refusing to back down. His face is red with desire, his body practically vibrating with it. He’s hard again despite his release, ready to go again.
“Holy shit,” Cash croaks. “I’m so hard I could break concrete.”
My laughter breaks the scene just as Cash hits the button to stop recording again. “Was that good?”
“Good?” Cash repeats. “Woman, that was phenomenal. They’re going to be chomping at the bits for the next video after that. The little back and forth struggle for control between you two was a great improvisation.”
My eyes flick back to Oak as he gets to his feet. The way our eyes meet again, I know what he’s thinking, because it’s the same thing I am. We weren’t improvising. It was honest and raw. It was a real struggle for control. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when we really get into the work.
I don’t think I’m ready.
“I’ll get this edited within the hour and send it to you to approve,” Cash continues, not noticing the moment Oak and I share. “Then with your go ahead, we’ll post it as the official announcement of our collaboration on both of our channels.”
“Sounds good,” I nod, finally looking away from Oak’s eyes. “I look forward to seeing what magic you work.”
Cash grins at me. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” He winks. “Just wait until Oak lives up to his threat.”
But Oak is getting dressed again, focusing on buttoning his shirt up. His eyes are still on me as Sawyer hands me my robe and I pull it on.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“Anytime, beautiful,” he murmurs, and then moves around the chairs so they’re no longer in the middle of the floor. I watch him carefully, curious.
Cash wraps his arm around me. “Welcome officially to The Velvet Rodeo, Jules. We hope you enjoy the ride.”
Welcome, indeed . . .
An hour later, I get a video that is masterfully edited on my phone. It takes me only a short amount of time to watch it and get myself all hot and bothered again. When Oak kneels, I nearly come undone, and I know the subscribers will too.
I reply back to Cash. Post it.
The money starts flowing in immediately.
I save the video to rewatch by myself later. It’s the first time I’ve ever saved one in my three years of cam work.
Chapter 11
Jules
The video pulls in higher views than either of us have ever gotten. It starts off slow and then explodes in a way that I realize this is going to be money making gold. It takes me a few doubletakes to accept the amount of money pouring in, those subscribers who are in lower tiers upping their tiers to gain access for the live videos when they release and tipping offers coming in with it. The amount of requests that flow in is so insane, I have to take a break from reading them to avoid getting a headache from looking at a screen for so long. Apparently, Vanta Vyxxxen at The Velvet Rodeo is a hit and I’m both not surprised and also shocked at how hyped everyone is.
I leave Genie with Bonnie and head over to the barn to talk to the guys about it, but it’s empty. It’s only as I’m heading back to the cabin that I spy Sawyer walking slowly from the big house out to another building. I follow, mostly because Sawyer seems like the numbers guy anyways so he’d be the one to talk to.
The building I step into is large and clearly temperature controlled. It’s almost chilly when I walk inside and I wrap my arms around myself to warm my arms. I probably should have worn a jacket instead of just a tank top considering outside has a slight chill as well, but I’ll just have to deal. This building is full of different equipment I have no name for. The air smells like hot milk and cheese, a strange mixture that I don’t exactly hate, but also don’t love it either. Sawyer is standing further in the room at a table with large steel vats.
“What are you doing?” I ask, stepping closer.
He doesn’t jump at my question, as if he already knew I was here. He looks over his shoulder at me, his glasses perched on his nose. “Checking the cultures.”
“The cultures?” I repeat, frowning.
He gestures for me to come over to him, so I do, coming to take a look at the large metal vats. This close, I can see they’re full of milk and there’s something spinning inside them to stir the mixture.
“We make artisan cheese here,” he explains. “Do you know anything about the process?”
“Only what you explained to me when we were moving in. I don’t know the details.”
