Canon
“We should leave the house today.”I say this while we float naked in the swimming pool.
“Why?” Neevah asks, and with her breasts bobbing at the water’s surface, her taut stomach and bare pussy visible in the water as she stands before me, I have to ask the same question.
“It’s Santa Barbara,” I say, only half-heartedly. “One of the most beautiful cities in the country. You should see something other than this place. And it’s not LA. Less exposure, not that I have paparazzi trailing me or anything.”
She swims the few feet over, her long, naked limbs slicing through the water. When she stands in front of me, her head only reaches my chin, and she tilts up, holds my gaze.
“But there’s so much to do right here,” she teases, her eyes growing sultry. Her hand moves between us and she takes my cock, pulling slowly, firmly.
“You’re insatiable.” I lift her so she can wrap her legs around me, and even though I don’t enter, she rubs against me, the friction sweet and hot and glorious.
“You love that about me,” she whispers into a kiss, her water-slick hands gripping my shoulders. “Fuck me again, Canon.”
“We don’t have a condom.”
“Then at least make me come.” She nips at my ear, running her palm over my nipple.
I slip my hand between our bodies, inching two fingers inside her.
“Oh my God.” She rocks into the thrust of my fingers, tipping her head back until the sun glazes her face and neck, highlighting her clear skin, completely free of makeup.
I finger her and stroke her clit, suck on her nipples, until she shudders in my arms, rippling like the water around us.
Laughing at my neck, she pulls back to smile into my eyes. I return the smile and kiss her lightly on the lips. I can’t remember a time in my life where I felt like this. This happy. This satisfied. This starved. This possessive. Every emotion seems to be exaggerated with Neevah.
I’ve always been obsessive about my work, about my art. For the first time, I think I’ve found something else, someone else, to inspire that kind of intensity. She’s ruining me and I have no idea how to stop it. I’m not sure I want to.
It’s scary as hell.
Because that gives her so much power, probably power she doesn’t even realize she has. And I know she feels the same. I didn’t lie when I said I could read her easily. She doesn’t hide the emotion in her eyes when she comes. Doesn’t pretend it’s just fucking, or treat it lightly. I don’t think she knows how to do that—to hold herself back. She is as generous in bed as she is on the stage or on camera. She scatters kisses over my face while the sweetest, dirtiest things spill from her lips into my ears. At the same time there’s a fearlessness about her, the same quality that makes her think it will all work out when people discover us. I hope she’s right.
God help anyone who comes after her for wanting me—who tries to sabotage her career or dim her light. I can’t protect her from all the pitfalls of Hollywood, but I’ll shelter her from as much of the ugliness as I can.
Her eyelids are heavy in the wake of her orgasm, her body limp and boneless in my arms. I walk us out of the pool, uncaring that neither of us wears a stitch of clothing. This property is completely private and enclosed.
Instead of giving her a lounge chair of her own, I stretch out on one and lay her on top of me. She probably thinks I’m a stage-three clinger, but in a few days we’ll go back to having very little contact. I want as much as I can get while I can have it.
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” I tell her. “We should go out. Santa Barbara only does fireworks for the Fourth, not New Year’s, but there will be parties on the waterfront. It’ll be fun.”
She cuddles into my side, making room for herself on the narrow lounge chair. “I don’t want to go back tomorrow. I know we have to and I know we start shooting again, but I love this with you. I don’t want to go back to not having it.”
I don’t either, but I know it will be best for my focus, her career, and our movie. I lift her chin, kiss her nose. “Only until the movie wraps.”
“It’ll fly by?”
I’m quiet because two months without this, even an hour, feels too long. I nod, laughing when she rolls her eyes at my subdued response. I slap her bare butt lightly and shift to stand.
“Get your pretty ass up.” I extend my hand to pull her to her feet. “They don’t call this the American Riviera for nothing.”
“Did you guys consider Santa Barbara for the new location? If it’s supposed to be America’s French Riviera?”
It’s such an obvious solution, I can’t believe neither Evan nor I suggested it. I must be losing brain cells every time I come.
“Good idea. I’ll mention that to Evan. Let’s get inside so we can shower and get you out for New Year’s Eve.” I take her hand, and pause, noticing a small rash on her arm. “What’s that? Sunburn or—”
“Dammit.” She touches the rash and shakes her head. “It’s that skin condition I told you about. I have to be really careful out in the sun. It wasn’t that hot or bright when we first came out and I didn’t realize how much sun I was taking in.”