Before he had a chance to say anything, I turned and walked to where Ethan was waiting for me.
A grin stretched his face, and he looked more boyish that way. A huge, mountain-sized boy.
My eyes raked over him. He’d touched me, but I hadn’t so much as seen him naked, and I wanted to. Badly. “Badass, Ms. Montoya,” he said as I approached.
“I was simply setting healthy boundaries, Mr. Mercado.”
He put a hand on my lower back as we walked off the sound stage. That small touch felt like wearing armor. Like I could do anything, so long as this man was at my back.
When we got outside, there was a nondescript black SUV waiting for us. Callan rolled down the back window. “If you make aMean Girlsreference, I am officially revoking your man card,” Ethan called out, and from the way Callan bit his lip, Ethan had hit the nail on the head.
Ethan walked me around to the other side of the car and opened the door. “Thank you,” I said to him. I leaned up for a quick kiss before I climbed into the back of the SUV with Callan. Foster was behind the wheel. “What have you boys been up to today?”
“We have your security plan worked out,” Callan said. “Your production company was... not happy about the brick incident. They want you safe.”
Foster scoffed. “They want to keep their investment safe.”
“As long as Adrianne is safe,” Ethan said as he climbed into the passenger seat beside Foster. “It doesn’t matter why they’re working with us as long as they are.”
I agreed. I didn’t care about their motivations. I just wanted to be safe... and I wanted to keep them safe. While we drove through the quickly dimming dusk, I felt the barest of touches against my thigh. I looked down, and Callan was running his fingertips across the mesh cutout of my yoga pants.
Heat spread through me.How can one touch set me off this much?
Even though Ethan had told me that I didn’t have to choose among these men—that I could have whatever I wanted, if I would just ask for it—I still felt hopelessly confused. My body had never reacted like this before, on such a hairpin trigger.
The fingertip turned into Callan’s hand, rubbing the top of my thigh, and a shudder ran through me. “What are you doing?” I whispered to him.
Callan largely ignored me, but his hand didn’t move. “What’s it like on the sound stage?” he asked Ethan. “Any issues we need to cover?” His fingers inched their way between my thighs so that they played along the inner seam of my pants.
“It’s a big box,” Ethan explained. “Not terribly difficult to cover. The trailers in the back lot will be more of an issue.”
Callan’s hand slid upward, and his pinky played over the split between my legs. I gasped, a little too loudly, and I bit down hard on my bottom lip. “What’s with the trailers?” Foster asked. They were all so casual. My heart pounded against my ribs almost painfully.
Maybe they hadn’t heard me, I thought.
I glanced at Callan. There was the faintest smile on his face, the tiniest hint of a smirk that revealed that he knew just how much he affected me.Two can play at that game. I parted my thighs, giving him better access, and I heard the click of his throat.
“The trailers are close together, but there’s a lot of places in between where someone could hide. The trailer itself isn’t a problem, less than 300 square feet, and not a lot of room to maneuver.”
Ethan and Foster kept on discussing the logistics of guarding me at work, but my focus was on the hand between my legs. Callan leaned down and murmured in my ear, “You’ve soaked through your pants.”
Knowing that he could feel how wet I was made things low in my abdomen tighten in anticipation. “What are you going to do about it?” I whispered back. I tilted my head back so that I could look at him.
“Careful, Princess.” He pressed his finger more firmly against me. Although there was a layer of fabric between us, the pressure made me moan softly.
Foster and Ethan stopped talking, and a heavy silence fell over the car. “What if I don't want to be careful?” I asked, and the sound of my voice, quiet as it was, reverberated in the hush of the SUV's cab.
Callan made a soft noise in the back of his throat and then slid his hand up and under the band of my pants. His fingers touched my bare pussy, and I bucked into the touch, eyes slipping closed. “You aren’t wearing panties,” Callan murmured.
Ethan glanced over his shoulder. “She was earlier,” he said, voice thick. I had an idea that Ethan and Foster were listening in, but seeing Ethan turn around like that bowed my back just as much as Callan’s soft, teasing touch.
Callantsk-ed at me. “Naughty girl, getting rid of your panties like that,” he murmured in my ear as his finger teased my clit.
I gasped, needing him to touch me. “So wet for us.” He wasn’t trying to be quiet now, and the tension in the car was almost tangibly thick. Callan’s finger circled my clit more firmly now, and I whimpered and threw my head back against the headrest.
Every time he played his finger over that sensitive bundle of nerves, my stomach tightened. I felt like a wire that was continually being pulled tight. Callan moved his hand lower and pressed that finger inside me, and I let out a sharp yelp.
“Please,” I breathed out, hips riding his hand as if they had a mind of their own. Despite the orgasm that Ethan drove me to in my trailer earlier, I felt starved with the need to come again. The more they touched me, the more Ineededthem to touch me.