Filthy Beast(31)

I can’t stand people being in my fucking business, although I know that’s what Hollywood is. Everyone knows everything, and that’s sort of the point. You let people into your fucking world in exchange for fame and money.

I don’t fucking like it. I’m the kind of man that keeps things simple and straightforward, and all this fake relationship crap isn’t for me. I take what I want, and I don’t question anything else.

Today I’m not playing any games. I come in to work on time, I get ready for my scenes, and I do them to the best of my abilities. I work with Tara but I don’t push her, and I just ignore all the gossip and the shit with the crew that’s happening all around me.

And at the end of the day, I decide to be myself.

I find Tara alone on set, still going over some footage. She works long hours and probably has the most demanding job on the entire set. I don’t envy her at all, but I am damn impressed by her. I know she doesn’t want to talk to me, but I don’t care anymore.

“You can take a break sometime, you know,” I say to her.

She turns and looks at me. “Just finishing up,” she says, and goes back to looking at the monitor.

I wait patiently, not giving in. I know she wants me to just walk away, but I’m not going to. Finally she finishes, marks off her script, and turns back to me.

“I’m busy,” she says, and starts walking.

“It’s not real, you know,” I say to her.

She stops in front of me and half turns. “What isn’t?”

“This shit with Holly. I told them I wouldn’t do it, but my fucking agent practically blackmailed me into it.”

“I heard that might be the case,” she says carefully.

“Forget the fucking gossip. Me and Holly, we’re not really a thing. If I want to keep this movie, I have to pretend to be dating her, but I’m not. I don’t want her, not even a little bit.” I stare at Tara, and I hope she understands.

“So why are you telling me this?” she asks me.

“You know why,” I say to her. “You can keep pretending, but I’m sick of pretending. I do enough of that around here.”

“Pretending about what?”

I grab her wrist and pull her against me. She stumbles and lands against my chest and I pull her close, feeling her body against mine. She tips her head back and looks up at me, lips parted and eyes wide.

I kiss her hard, deep and full.

She returns my kiss without hesitation, and I know I’m done with waiting, I’m done with the games. I don’t know what’s going to happen beyond this moment, but I do know that I have this, right here, whatever it is.

And I’m taking it.

I press her back, pushing her into the table she was just working on top of. I lift her up, putting her ass on top of the smooth wood finish, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I kiss her deeply.

The crew has mostly gone home for the night, but we’re still in public. I kiss her like that for a second longer before pulling her back down off the table and dragging her along behind me.

“Jackson,” she says, but I don’t answer. I pull her deeper into the set, behind a bunch of fake walls, back into the dark nooks and crannies, away from sight. There’s a red light high above us, illuminating the space as I turn to her and pull her up against me again.

“If someone catches us,” she whispers, trailing off.

“I’ll take care of that,” I say, smirking. “You’ll just have to be quiet.”

I kiss her again, loving her fucking taste, and I’m not so sure she can be silent during this. I push her back up against the wall, the plaster making a slight thump as her ass hits up against it. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. She raises her arms, letting the shirt pull over her skin. I watch her hair cascade down her body, and I can’t help but feel her perfect, full breasts.

“I’ve been dreaming about this,” I whisper in her ear as she yanks at the hem of my shorts. I’m wearing just a pair of nylon shorts and a t-shirt, since I’ve been doing stunts. “Your fucking tits are even more perfect than I remembered.”

“You’ve done a little growing, too,” she whispers and gasps as I grab her hair and tip her head back.

“You don’t know the half of it.” I kiss her again, my tongue sliding along hers as she drops my nylon shorts down around my ankles. I kick them aside, my cock hard as fuck and straining against my black boxer briefs. I don’t waste any time in pulling her shorts off, unbuttoning the front and tugging them over her hips. She moans as my lips find her neck and throat, my other hand teasing her breasts. I push her bra straps down over her shoulders and lean down to kiss her chest and tease her nipple as my other hand slowly slips inside of her panties.