Lee nodded. “Please do.”
We worked that way for another four hours, picking our way through a love scene until Lee turned on the cameras. Kissing Ryan as a person was perfunctory, but on camera, when we watched the playback, even I had to admit that we looked good together.
“I think that’s enough for the day,” Lee said. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow.” Lee put a hand on each of our shoulders. “Great job.”
“Thanks, Lee,” I said. Leaving on a high note was a new thing, and I bade Ryan a quick goodbye and made my escape to Callan and Foster. Neither looked happy. “Are you both ready to go?”
Foster’s jaw flexed. “I think we left something in the trailer, Princess,” Callan said gruffly. “Mind if we go check?”
“Sure.” On the walk to the back lot, Callan peeled off and rushed again, so that when we got to the trailer, he motioned for us to come in right away. He’d already done the initial check. “What could you have possibly lost in there?”
Foster’s chest was suddenly glued to my back. “Why don’t we go inside?” he asked, voice pitched low for my ears alone.
My heart began to thud. “Okay,” I breathed and stepped up the few steps to where Callan was waiting. He was a solid wall in front of me. He pulled me against his chest and dipped his head to kiss me. While Callan fed at my lips, Foster stepped into the trailer behind me. I heard the door slam shut, and then he was a heat against my back.
My body tingled with acute awareness. Foster’s lips brushed the back of my neck, and I whined against Callan’s mouth. “Breathe, baby,” Foster said in my ear. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
Callan pulled back. His face held arousal and need, but there was something hard in his eyes as well. I reached out and touched his cheek. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Foster gave me a little breathing room. “Callan?”
He didn’t want to meet my eyes but did anyway. “I didn’t like watching him kiss you,” he admitted, ashamed. “I wanted to shout that he didn’t have a right to touch you like that because you’re ours.”
Ours. The word made me shiver. “It's just a job,” I reminded him. “I didn't enjoy it.”
“We know, Princess,” Foster said, kissing my shoulder. Even through the fabric of my shirt, I felt the touch like a brand. “We were so proud watching you.”
“I wanted to punch him in the throat every time he put his mouth on you.”
I chuckled. “I may have liked it if you had.”
Callan’s smile faded around the edges. “Why? What did he do?”
I shook my head. “Nothing,” I assured him. “He’s a typical Hollywood actor.”
Foster snorted. “That’s not inspiring much confidence, Princess.”
I shrugged and leaned back against him, allowing him to hold me. “It was nothing that I wasn’t already used to,” I said. “Nothing that I can’t handle.” I reached up and threaded my fingers through the blond strands of Foster’s hair and pulled his mouth to mine. His hands snaked around me as we kissed and shifted up to cup my breast.
When another, slightly bigger, hand cupped my other breast, I gasped and turned away from Foster’s seeking mouth. Callan grinned at me. “You up for it, Princess?”
Up for it?“What do you mean?” I gasped when both of their hands found a nipple. They were synchronized, practiced, and realization hit me. “Both of you at the same time? You would... do that?”
Callan laughed in an entirely arrogant, male kind of way. “What did you think we meant when we said that we liked to share?”
I shrugged and shook my head at the same time. “More of what we had already been doing?”
Foster snorted. “Oh, that won’t change,” he said. “We’re all a little selfish, after all, but it’s fun to have more hands.” He reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt and drew it over my head. Callan helped with the bra. “And more mouths.”
“I will never be used to how fucking perfect you are,” Callan said. He dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth. I moaned softly at his gentle, sucking pressure. My head dropped back onto Foster’s chest.
Foster’s hand reached down and popped the button on my jeans and dipped inside. His fingers found me through my panties, but even with the fabric in the way, we both knew that I had soaked through it. “So, do you want us?” Foster asked.
The idea of being with both of them at once was both overwhelming and mouthwatering.Can I handle it?I wasn’t sure, but I sure as hell wanted to try. “Yes.”
Foster and Callan shuffled me further into the trailer, shedding clothes as we went, to the small bed at the back of the trailer. It wasn’t large enough for all of us to sleep on comfortably, but it would be more than enough for what they had in mind. I ended up on my back with Foster at my side and Callan’s shoulders stretching my thighs apart.
Foster played with my breasts, tweaking and gently pulling on my nipples, as Callan kissed and suckled me. “I’ll bet Ryan-fucking-Jacobs couldn’t take care of this pussy the way we do,” he muttered and circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I threw my head from side to side. “Wouldn’t want him to,” I panted. Callanhmm-ed against me, and I gasped at the vibrations.