WELL. THAT WAS intense.
As I lowered my head under the piping-hot spray of the shower, letting the water massage the ache out of my muscles, I couldn’t stop replaying the last few hours. It hadn’t been enough that Sin had fucked me so well that I’d be feeling it for a week. Nooo, Rafferty had also needed a few different angles of certain shots, something I hadn’t been prepared for—but didn’t complain about in the least. Spending my Saturday having the sexiest man I’d ever seen making me come multiple times wasn’t exactly a hardship. Hell, I knew hooking up with Sin would be hot, that was the whole reason I’d risked showing up here in the first place. I just hadn’t expected it to be so mind-blowingly incredible that I was ruined for anyone else now.
I shut off the water and toweled off, and the sound of voices and the crew breaking down the set filtered through the door. Somewhere Sin was doing the same thing, and that had me throwing on my clothes a little faster.
Well, as fast as I could manage with my ass and every muscle in my body feeling like I’d been put through the wringer in the most delicious way possible.
Was it wrong I wanted to do it again?
After running the towel over my hair, I used it to wipe down the mirror, taking a good, long look at myself. I didn’t think I looked any different, even if I felt it. And that had surprisingly little to do with the fact that I’d just shot porn and more to do with my scene partner.
I ran my fingers through my hair, not even bothered by leaving it wet and un-styled while going out, something that was definitely unlike me. With my job so ingrained in me, I never left the house looking anything less than perfect, but that post-sex high was strong, and so was the desire to spend a few more hours with Sin…and maybe learn what his name really was.
I threw open the door and stopped suddenly when I saw what was waiting for me.
With his long legs encased in a pair of casual jeans and an olive t-shirt covering his broad upper body, Sin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he waited. For what, I didn’t know, until he looked up at me and straightened.
If I’d thought he’d gotten his fill of me before, I’d been wrong. Those heated eyes roved over me before landing on my face.
“You look hot wet,” he said, shoving his hands in his back pockets. “Maybe next time should be a shower scene.”
Despite the exhaustion I was feeling, his words shot straight to my dick. “Next time, huh?”
His smile deepened. “You hungry?”
Now that was a dangerous question. “For?”
“Something other than my cock. For now.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. “You asking me out?”
“I am.”
I’d been fully prepared to be the one suggesting we spend some more time together, but his waiting for me and making a move was doing serious things to my heartbeat.
“Then I guess I’m yours,” I said.
We quickly said our goodbyes to Anita and Rafferty and headed downstairs to the bustle of Midtown. As soon as the smell of food from all the different restaurants nearby filled my nose, my stomach let out a loud growl, enough that Sin heard it and chuckled.
“Any preference, or just wherever we can get you fed the fastest?” he said.
“The latter. Definitely.” I looked across the street and nodded at the park. “There’s a few good spots there.”
“Works for me. I’d race you, but I have a feeling moving slow might be in your best interest.”
I chuckled as we crossed the street—slower than I normally would. “I’d say it’s all your fault, but I’m not complaining.”
“Yeah?” His grin kicked up, and his lips were pinker than usual and still a little swollen. Under the harsh afternoon sun, I could see all the different colors of the scruff lining his jaw. All shades of blond, from very pale to dark, along with a little brown here and there. I didn’t know why I found it so hot, but so far there wasn’t anything I’d seen of him that I didn’t find attractive.
With the ache in my body practically begging for a rest, we headed to the first place we saw, Bryant Park Café, a little outdoor spot with a few available tables. We grabbed one under an umbrella and placed our orders, and I shifted carefully in the chair.
“Pleased with yourself?” I asked, catching his smirk.
“Yeah, I am. I kinda like the idea of you sitting there thinking of me inside you every time you move.”
My lips twitched as I gingerly leaned back in the seat. “I don’t have to move to think of that.”
“No?”
“Definitely not. I have a feeling I’ll be thinking about you and today well into my golden years.”
Sin laughed. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
“As well you should, because…wow.” I sighed and let my eyes travel over the man I’d just spent several of my most intense and strangely intimate hours with. “So is this something you, um…” I paused, trying to think how to best phrase what I wanted say, but when nothing polite sprang to mind, I just blurted it out. “Rehearsed? Or is this a God-given talent of yours?”
For a second there I thought Sin might be offended. But I had no need to worry, as he stroked his jaw and ran his eyes over me. I swear I felt them touch every spot they lingered.
“Fucking? Or fucking on camera?”
My eyes shifted to the table beside us, and for the first time maybe ever, I was extremely conscious of the people surrounding us. Usually, I didn’t give a flying fuck about what others thought of me. Usually because I wasn’t the one doing the most outrageous thing when I was with my group of friends. But with Sin practically announcing we’d just made a porn video, I found myself checking to see if anyone had heard.
When no one seemed to care or look our way, I turned back. “Isn’t it one and the same?” I asked, as a waitress approached us with our drinks on a tray.
“I wouldn’t know. Today was my first time. Just like you.”
I waited as the waitress placed our drinks down and then left, before narrowing my eyes on Sin.
“When you say your first time, do you really mean that? Because you’re pretty…convincing.”
“Thanks. And yes. First time.”
“Like first time working with Rafferty? Or your first time—”
“Working that way with anyone.”
I couldn’t hide my pleasure at hearing that.
“You’re smiling.”
“Am I?”
“Mhmm. That answer make you happy?”
“It does. Don’t ask me why, but I kind of like that I was your first.” Although I hated I wouldn’t be his last, as unreasonable as that was.
“Well, I fucking loved that you were my first. So thanks for coming.” The smile on his lips teased my dick.
“It was my pleasure…several times over.” I picked up my drink and took a sip, trying to think of anything other than my cock or his. My body needed to calm the hell down. “So, um, you from around here?”
Sin snorted, and I couldn’t blame him. The question sounded ridiculous even as it was falling off my tongue. But my brain was still recovering from what it’d just experienced.
“I know, that was lame.”
“Nah, just very…normal. All things considered.”
“Right, but if I sit here and ask what I want to, I might cause bodily harm to myself, since it’s not listening to reason right now.”
“Gotcha. Well, I don’t want that. So let’s see, nope. Not from around here.”
Which told me…absolutely nothing. “So where are you from?”
Sin rested an arm on the table and eyed me closely. “Guess.”
“Guess?”
He was about to answer when our food arrived, a chicken sandwich and fries for him and shrimp tacos for me.
“You want me to guess where you’re from?” I asked.
“That’s right.” He picked up a fry and took a bite. “Do your worst.”
“You think I’m going to get it wrong.”
He shrugged, and his eyes creased. “Let’s just say I’d be surprised if you get it right.”
“Why?”
“Because you look like someone who has been to New York and maybe…Europe.”
My jaw hit the table. “Oh, I see, you’re judging me.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
I reached for one of my tacos and picked it up. “You’re wrong.”
I took a bite and moaned as the tang of the lime juice and creamy sauce hit my tongue. I swallowed and glanced up, waiting for Sin’s response, and found him staring at my mouth much the same way he had back on set.
“Did you hear me?” I arched a brow. “I said you were wrong. I’ve also been to the Maldives.”
Sin nodded and picked up his sandwich. “No judgment was meant. I was just making an observation.”
“That I look like a snob?”
“That you look like a high-end model who belongs in beautiful places.”
Whatever comeback I had at the ready died. “Oh.”
“But you’re supposed to be guessing we’re I’m from. Remember?”
Considering he never said what I expected him to, I doubted he’d grown up anywhere common. “Montana.”
“Montana?”
“Wyoming.”
“What—”
“Idaho?”
“Are you just naming off random states now?”
“Only the ones I assume a family of lumberjacks would live.”
“Are you calling me a lumberjack?”
“You look like one.” I held up a hand, stopping his protest. “And before you say anything, that’s not an insult. You’re tall and built like someone who likes to hammer wood.”
A deep laugh rumbled out of him as he shook his head. “Don’t lumberjacks saw wood?”
“I dunno, you tell me.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever done that, though I know a few guys who do. I’m from Oregon, near Mt. Hood. So, really, you weren’t too far off. I’m impressed.”
“Of all the things I could do to impress you, that’s the one, huh?”
He took a sip of his drink and licked his lips. “I think you know better than that.”
I had a feeling I did. “What brought you here? The, uh, new job?”
His lips quirked as he popped a fry in his mouth. “No. I was scouted back home and came here for a couple of modeling jobs. I thought they would lead somewhere, but they kinda fizzled out. I couldn’t imagine going back home after experiencing all this, so I figured…why leave?”
“I don’t know how that’s possible. Have you seen you?”
Sin shook his head.
Wait. I’d forgotten the one thing I wanted to ask.
“What’s your real name?”
He nearly choked on his sandwich. “Took you long enough.”
“If I thought you would tell me, I would’ve asked sooner.”
“Sure you would’ve,” he teased. “It’s Kelly Sinclair. I go by Kelly, and Rafferty pulled out Sin from my last name for the job.”
“Kelly,” I said, testing the name on my tongue. “I like that.”
“So do I. Say it again.”
“Nice to finally meet you, Kelly.”
“You too, Donovan.”
“You can call me Van if you want.”
“I know.” He winked at me as he took another bite of his sandwich, catching a bit of sauce at the corner of his lips with his thumb. Without thinking, I reached across the table and brought his hand to my mouth to get a taste. That seemed to surprise him—hell, it surprised me—but something about Kelly had me touching him without thinking twice about it.
I sucked the sauce from his thumb, and his eyes widened slightly. As I lowered his hand and sat back, he cursed under his breath.
“Sorry,” I said, not apologetic in the least, not when he was looking at me like we weren’t sitting in the middle of a public park. “I couldn’t resist.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that. You can touch me anytime you want to.” He paused, blinking like he was clearing the haze from his eyes. “Shit, I forgot what we were talking about.”
“Just introducing ourselves. Kelly.”
“Fuck, I like that. Too much.” He shook his head again. “You’re distracting as hell, you know that? Here I am trying to get to know you, and all I can think about is your mouth.”
The smug smile that curved my lips then wasn’t something I could hide even if I wanted to. I’d never met someone so straightforward with how they felt or exactly what they were thinking, and it was such a turn-on.
Kelly cursed again and took a deep breath. “Tell me about you before I drag you across this table. Please.”
Wait, what if I wanted that? Regardless of all the action my cock had gotten earlier, it somehow was still up for more. But as I shifted in my seat, my tender ass reminded me that maybe that wasn’t the best idea right this second.
“Well, you know about what I do for a living, but I’m actually still in school.”
Kelly’s face paled a little, and I chuckled.
“Not high school, don’t worry. I’m a junior at Astor University, majoring in communications. I just turned twenty-one, and I share a place with my younger brother, Gavin, not too far from here.”
The color returned to Kelly’s cheeks, and I almost felt bad that I’d given the guy a panic attack.
“You okay over there?”
“Yeah, I’m just—” When he caught me biting back a laugh, his eyes narrowed. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No. I’m doing my best not to laugh at you. Here you were giving me hell about not asking your name, and maybe you should’ve asked my age.”
“You’re a smartass, you know that?”
“I’m also a tight ass, and you know that.” I waggled my brows.
He chuckled and picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth clean before tossing it on his empty plate.
“Speaking of your ass—”
“Were we?”
He shook his head. “Are you feeling okay? I wasn’t too, uh, rough on you, was I?”
Aw, he was worried about me. That was sweet. But really there was no need. “You were exactly the right amount of rough, trust me.”
“So you liked it, then?”
I pushed my empty plate back from the edge of the table and looked him over. “I liked it a little too much.”
“And that’s a problem?”
“It is for my ass.”
He barked with laughter.
“I’m serious—have you seen the size of that thing you’re packing?”
“I have. So, what you’re saying is you might come back for round two?”
My dick perked up like it had been issued a formal invite. “Are you asking?”
“Would you say yes?”
“That’s not an answer.”
Kelly leaned across the table and whispered over the top of my lips, “I’m asking. Will you come for round two?”
I nipped at his lower lip and grinned. “If you’re the one inside me, count on it.”
