Page 112 of Heavy Shot

Thad nodded. "I went to school when I wasn't being trotted off to auditions. I did pretty well, even as a boy, and ended up in commercials and adverts pretty regularly. Of course, the backlash at school was horrendous. There were days I'd much rather had a private tutor. Nothing normal about growing up that way."

She bit her lip in sympathy. "Yeah, I know what you mean.Even in dance and acting classes, other little girls could be brutal. I was lucky. I was doing well enough that their mothers were afraid to let them torture me, but there were other little girls who just didn't make it out intact. How old were you when you started?"

"Just a wee bairn," he grinned at her. "I was three months old, and I got a nappy commercial.You?"

"In the womb.Literally. My mother's belly was featured in a cocoa butter ad. That was my first gig. Then as soon as I was out, I was doing diapers, wipes and the like. On the plus side, I have a lot of baby pictures."

Thad laughed."So how many kids makes a houseful in Jill-land?"

"How many rooms in my house? I don't know.I just know I want more than three. I want a huge family. Even if I have to go buy them."

"I have six I can lend you. You'd love them."

"I'm sure I would.Kline's son is fabulous."

"He truly is. I love that kid. I’m his godfather, you know?"

The conversation trailed off and they sat just listening to the waves for a while, sipping wine and just sharing the night. After a little while Jill sighed. “Thad? I have to admit, I don't really trust my own judgment with men right now. As my few friends are quick to point out, I'm a horrible judge of character–in fact most of my friends are more like frenemies, or at least started that way.Rhiannon promises that you're different than the rest of the actors out here."

"I try to be," he said, giving her a sheepish grin. "While we're confessing, I should tell you that I’m mad jealous of the time Kline gets to spend with you. I know it’s work–I’m not worried about that, and I trust what you’ve told me. I just wish it was me. Maybe you can come work on Simon Says and I can PR date you to promote that."

She laughed until she coughed. “Kline is my last PR relationship. When this one’s over, it’s only real ones from then on.”

"Well, normally I would warn against listening to anything Rhi has to say about me, but in this case, believe every word."

That was when she had put down her Solo cup and reached for him, pulling him in for a kiss, then she’d shifted up to her knees beside him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to put all of her body behind the next kiss, easing back with him so that he held her down against his chest. It was just the sound of the ocean and the blood pounding in her ears as she slid her hands up under his navy polo shirt, scratching lightly at his chest.

She felt like she was eighteen again, not quite sure if what she was doing was right, but sure she wanted this man by the handfuls.

She crept down his torso, kissing his chest through his shirt, until she came to the waistband of his jeans, grinning when he gasped. She stroked his rising erection as she unfasted his button-fly, and then took him in her mouth before she could think twice about them being out in the open night.

He moaned softly and stroked her hair as she sucked and licked him to his full length and girth, then she made quick work of her underwear and climbed up to mount him. Their bodies covered by the broomstick skirt she wore, with Thad clutching her thighs, Jill rode him until he exploded with orgasm, coming quickly behind him as he throbbed inside her.

They had both cracked up laughing as they tried to right themselves minutes later. Thad had knocked over the last of his wine, and Jill had gotten tangled trying to get her underwear back on under her skirt. It was fun and funny, and she hadn’t wanted the night to end. But, schedules as they were, it had to.

He had driven her home, face still glazed with sex, and kissed her so hard at her door she thought it might bruise. In fact, she’d hoped it would–a souvenir.

“Prague is too fucking far,” he had said, hugging her fiercely.

“I’ll still be here when you get back, though.”

“You’d better!”

That night was the best sleep she’d had since she’d gotten to LA, and now, she was hugging a pillow in Kline’s guest room trying to relive all the feelings she’d felt. Prague was too far, she decided, half wondering what it would be like to do a love scene with Thad. Trying to imagine that wasn’t getting her any closer to dreams, so she shook herself and started counting sheep.

Kline Scott

Kline stayed true to his word to help Jill over the rough spots. Through rehearsals into production, she stayed at his place most nights. They’d talked over the sex scenes a few times. Both of them were nervous for various reasons.

When the day arrived, he drove them to their four-a.m. call and dropped Jill off at her trailer with a kiss on the forehead. “It’ll be fine. It’ll be over before you know it.” And then he’d gone off to his own.

They were doing body makeup and it would take a while to get him contoured and glowing. He had to look sexy and sweaty rather than greasy and gross, and as much as possible, they had to blend his flesh-colored thong to his body. He snapped the waistband, hoping the garment would stretch to accommodate an erection. They didn’t always.

When his hair was styled and his lips were blotted, he was helped into a velvety robe that would cut down on his makeup rub-off, then escorted to the closed set.

A stunning bedroom straight out of an upper West Side, New York penthouse sat up on a three-foot rise, the bed against a backdrop of the midnight skyline. An AD flipped back the top sheet and showed Kline his mark, indicating the tiny dot stitched onto the pillow that was sewn down to the bed.

He took his direction and got in, shivering a little as a PA walked away with his robe. It was freezing on set. He always figured they did that for the nipples, and maybe to keep the leading men from getting so hard they couldn’t act anymore. It didn’t matter. Once all the lights were on, it would be blazing hot.

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