Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I’ve got to get to makeup. You have to go to wardrobe,” I say.
Jordan pulls on my hand and jerks me toward him. Then his arms are around me, and he’s staring down at me with such … admiration. He’s such a damn good actor, expressing emotions clearly with one stare. I hope to be as good as him someday. “I’ll miss you.” The loud tone in which he says it almost makes me laugh, because it’s obvious he wants people to hear, but I take my roles seriously, so I don’t break.
“You’ll see me in half an hour where you get to kiss me and pretend to give me a blowjob. You’ll be fine.” I pat his shoulder and go to walk off when his eyes catch on something behind me.
Suddenly, Jordan grips my shirt and pulls me back to him, fusing his mouth to mine.
It’s hard to think of anything else than the real kiss he gave me in Mason’s hot tub because the way he claims my mouth is so forceful and desperate.
My tongue is desperate for his too. This has to seem real, after all. Yes, let’s go with that excuse for why I part his lips and dive right in.
His mouth is addictive, and even when he tries to pull away, I won’t let him because I’m not ready.
Then he groans, and I realize I have to stop before this turns into a porno set.
I reluctantly pull away. “Do you think that convinced them? I’m willing to keep going if you think we need it.”
He lowers his forehead to mine. “If I haven’t said it already. Thank you for doing this.”
“Kissing you is a really terrible thing to endure, I agree.”
He still looks lovingly at me when he says, “You’re so mean to me.”
“So, so mean, but you like it. Instead of hugs, I give insults. You should feel flattered.”
“Oh, I so am.”
He turns to walk away, but I call after him.
“Bye, Shnookums! I miss you already.”
He spins back around and mouths, “Shnookums?”
I shrug.
We both walk in opposite directions, and I ignore all the vacant stares watching me do it. I even catch Ben’s scowl before I disappear into the makeup trailer.
But now here comes the hard part. We’re picking up exactly where we left off—the blowjob scene. With Jordan telling Ben we’re together, I’m worried I’m going to choke again and give us away completely.
It might be true real couples don’t necessarily have chemistry onscreen, but this needs to be somewhat believable. Not for the movie’s sake but for Jordan’s.
I do have to admit, rubbing Jordan’s fake happiness in Ben’s face will be fun, though. And that’s what I decide to do. I’m going to have fun with it.
This production has had so many setbacks already, so many rewrites, I’m finding it hard to still give a damn.
And my new blasé attitude must work, or maybe it’s that I’m more comfortable with Jordan now, but during the scene, we don’t falter once.
I push Jordan inside the “hotel room,” he takes off my shirt, and the whole time we’re kissing, I want to kiss him for real.
Jordan lays me down on the bed softer than the script calls for, but it’s intimate and sweet. He kisses my neck and moves down my chest, reaching where my pants are. They’re out of frame, thank fuck, because even though there are still a million crew members watching, and this isn’t exactly a romantic moment with overhead lighting, a camera mounted above us, and this is all simulated, my dick is apparently still back in Montana and is ready for real action.
I don’t even have to force my turned-on face because all I have to do is imagine Jordan unzipping my pants and reaching inside to stroke me like he did to himself in that shower. I can practically feel his breath on my dick as I think about what it would be like for him to lower his head and take me in his mouth.
All that stubble that stings my lips when he kisses me, I want to feel that on my dick.
“Cut!” Ben yells, and I almost follow it up with “Nooooo.”
But I manage to clear my throat and keep it tamped down.
Jordan stands and smirks at me. “Well, if no one believed it before, they do now.” He stares at my crotch.
“I can’t help it when I’m around you anymore. You broke me in Montana.”
As we reset to do the scene again, he smiles over at me.
“Did I break you or show you what you’ve been missing?”
Definitely the latter.
Jordan keeps his eyes on me while he says, “I have an idea. If we really want this to be romantic, we should kiss properly. Not porno tongues but sensual tongues.” He turns to Ben, who’s moved in closer to us.