Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian(23)

"We really like the dynamic between the two of you. Both Sabrina and I  feel like it is going to be what grounds the show. So make sure that you  play that up. Make sure that you two find each other so that you can  discuss everyone."

"You want us to talk about people behind their backs?" Becca asked with worry in her tone.

Gavin stopped in front of the Jeep and turned back to Becca, giving her a  gimme-a-break look before shaking his head down at her. "Please. Like  you don't already."

He then opened the passenger side door and practically shoved Becca  inside before lifting her shirt and turning on the battery pack that was  clipped to her waistband for her mic.

Brian saw the look of surprise and discomfort at the situation on  Becca's face, and his hands fisted at his sides. She looked up and saw  what she was sure was a look like he wanted to knock Gavin out, and she  smiled at him-the smile that always cleared his head, cleared the skies,  cleared … everything. When she smiled at him like that, the rest of the  world didn't exist.

Just him and Becca.

Gavin started talking and Becca turned her attention back to him. Taking  a deep breath, Brian stalked around to get in and drive them out only  to turn around and drive right back in like they'd been instructed to do  earlier by Sabrina. He tried to remind himself that Gavin was only  doing his job, but seeing someone, anyone, tug up Becca's shirt and  touch her was almost more than Brian could handle.

Yeah. He was pretty sure his blood pressure was through the roof.

Before he opened his door, he clicked his battery pack on. Then he  climbed in just as Gavin was giving the thumbs-up that they were both  live; which meant that everything they said from this point on was being  recorded. As Gavin closed the door, Brian turned the ignition on and  screeched out of the large turnaround. Dust flew up as he did, and Becca  grabbed the door.

Everything inside of him was screaming for him to keep going-to get her  out of here. Why had he thought this would be a good thing? Why had he  been relieved to have her here? He needed to talk to her without it  being broadcast to production.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him, wide-eyed.

Brian shrugged as he shifted and sped down the road that led up to Stone  Castle. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell Becca what he was doing,  what he was thinking. It was just that he didn't want everyone in the  sound room to hear it. Halfway down the long road, he took a sharp left,  pulling onto a side road. There was a secret spot he'd been shown by  some locals in Whisper Lake when he was a kid. It wasn't immediately  visible from the main road. If you didn't know it was there, it just  looked like you'd drive into the trees. But there was small area that  was covered with dense trees, mainly used by teenagers to come park in.

"Bri-"

He lifted his finger to his lips, indicating for Becca to be quiet, and  put the Jeep in park. Then, quickly he shut off his own mic before  leaning across Becca, slipping his hand up her shirt, and shutting hers  off as well.

He was looking down at his hand beside the sexy line of smooth skin on  the side of her belly. His heart pounded loudly as he felt Becca's  fingers wrap around his arms, clinging to him. He felt her fingernails  digging into his skin.

Without a thought in his mind, acting on pure instinct, Brian watched as  he lightly brushed the backs of his long fingers against the softness  of the pale skin just above the waistband of her white shorts. Her body  trembled beneath his touch, and he saw her chest rise as she let out a  small sigh.

His eyes were trained on her bare, exposed skin, but he could feel the  heat of her stare and the sweet fan of her breath on his face. He knew  that they were barely an inch apart, but he couldn't bring himself to  look up. Seeing her skin beneath his touch was equal parts erotic and  precious. Leaning over her, his body surrounding her like this, he  didn't want this moment to end.

"Brian?" she rasped.                       
       
           



       

Lifting his eyes, he saw the look of arousal and confusion in her eyes.  As badly as he wanted nothing more than to thread his fingers through  her silky hair and press his lips to hers, claim her with a kiss she  would remember, he didn't. Even knowing she felt at least some of the  desire he was feeling was not enough to risk what they had.

But he could do this.

"We don't have to stay," he gritted out, trying to push down his need. "I can get you out of here. We can leave."

* * *

"What?" Becca asked as she tried to process the words that had just come out of Brian's perfect, full lips.

Granted, she knew that her mind was so clouded with lust that having a  coherent thought might be totally impossible, but she was hoping to at  least try and keep up with the conversation. His fingers moved against  her skin again, and the motion sent a tidal wave of tingles flowing  through her body.

Nope. There was no way she could possibly talk to him when he was  touching her so softly and looking at her so intensely. She'd thought  that she'd seen every look Brian Scott had, but this one was new. It  looked primal, raw-and she liked it. So much more than she should.  Biting down on her lip, she held on to him tighter, terrified that he  was going to move away from her and almost just as scared at what would  happen if he didn't.

"Becca." Brian's pupils dilated as he said her name, and she could see  the tiny specks of gold that were sprinkled around the light brown of  his irises.

A loud noise sounded behind them and they turned to see one of the PAs  holding up a bullhorn, pressing the button to sound the obnoxious horn  before announcing loudly through the electronic device, "Found them!"

"Do you want to go?" Brian asked, his voice sounding borderline panicked.

No way did Becca trust herself to speak, scared that her pesky voice  would betray her and scream, "Yes, please!" So she went the safer route  for everyone and shook her head no. As badly as she wanted Brian to  drive her away from this place, she knew she needed to be strong. If she  kept having near panic attacks, Brian would keep second-guessing being  here, and he needed to have his head in the game. The reason they were  here-he needed to win this thing.

Brian sat back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair,  looking as frustrated as he used to look when his team would lose a  baseball game in high school. She knew that he always took  responsibility for the losses even though she pointed out, on more than  one occasion, that it was a team sport. Still, he'd feel like he'd let  his team down.

She was just about to assure him that she was fine, that she was happy  about being here, when her door opened and the PA, who had blown the  horn and announced her great discovery, stood looking more than a little  pissed off.

"You need to get up to set," she said as if they were children she  needed to reprimand, which Becca guessed their behavior had warranted.  Then, she roughly switched the battery pack to Becca's mic back on and  said, "Keep. These. On," before slamming the door.

Becca turned to see that Brian was switching his on before turning the  ignition. Just as the engine roared to life, Becca's door flung open  again.

"And act natural," she stated firmly before once again shutting the door.

Becca knew that she needed to get Brian to laugh, to lighten up. She had  to push down all of the feelings, emotions, and confusion she was  feeling and just be here for him, so as they passed the PA, Becca  saluted.

The PA didn't see it, but Brian laughed. It was a small laugh, but it  was enough to break the tension in the car. She knew that, normally,  Brian would be making small talk. They had been instructed to do that  very thing by Sabrina when she'd come into the makeup trailer to prep  them on what to expect on their ‘arrival shot.'

"This place looks so much bigger close up," Becca said, trying her best  to sound natural. She was pretty sure she'd just sounded weird or  creepy, but hey, she was kind of dealing-with-slash-processing a lot  right now. "It's beautiful."

She looked over and saw that, as Brian turned the wheel, putting the car  where they'd told him to park, he definitely had his ‘serious' face on.  Apparently, her little salute joke had not lightened the mood as much  as she'd thought.

Knowing that she had to try a new tactic-and quick-she rapidly ran  through the topics they'd been prompted to discuss during their small  talk.

Castle, she'd tried. People? No, they hadn't "met" anyone yet. Love? Ooh, that would get him talking.

"So, Bri, what do you think the chances are that one or both of us will actually find our fairytale love?"