Aberration (12 page)

"When?" I dare to ask.

"A few months ago. I was visiting SoCal and we met up."

Adam grinds his hips into Jaime's ass and Jaime squeezes his eyes shut, resting his head on the wall in front of him.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.

"He wouldn't though." Adam's lips brush against the cuff of Jaime's ear. "He was still hung up on you, Brit."

Jaime stiffens. I glance over at Delilah. Her jaw is slack and she looks like she's about to drool everywhere.

"Get in there before I do," I whisper to her.

Delilah jumps up, but before she can take off her robe, I raise my camera again. Adam and Jaime think I'm done shooting, and Adam's whispering something to Jaime as he has him pressed between him and the wall, his hips square with Jaime's ass. Jaime's eyes are shut, like he's submitting.

I snap the shot. My evidence.

Delilah drops her robe and walks up to the shower, and the boys separate. After some directing, Adam picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Jaime stands so Delilah's sandwiched between them, reaching around Delilah and cupping her breasts.

Their shameless work.

I chose to be on this side of the camera because I'm good at it, and I like my hot dogs and beer and ice cream and everything else that makes you too fat to model. But sometimes I'm envious of the fact that they can shamelessly engage in sexy, taboo scenarios for the sake of their career. That they have their career as their excuse.

It's not every day that you can just pull two insanely sexy men into a shower and ask them to play with you.

Andrea looks like she's finally gotten a hold of herself now that Delilah is in the picture. Still sitting in the bathtub, she's scribbling down notes furiously.

Delilah is literally two centimeters from screwing Adam, and it would probably be her eighth time screwing him today. Actually, the first person to look uncomfortable is Jaime, and I realize I'm losing him.

I drop my camera. "That's a wrap." I help Andrea out of the bathtub. "You three can dry off and change and take the rest of the day off. I got a lot of good shots." Too many to count.

Andrea and I leave the bathroom, and I pop out my SD card and hand it to her. "To piece together a storyline."

"The raw photos? Really?" she questions, gaping at the memory card. "You never give me raw
photos."

"I'm not going to be able to look at those for a solid month so you might as well."

"And you think I can?" she cries. Without waiting for an answer, she retreats to her room, muttering to herself.

She has the right idea. Needing a second alone, I take over Miguel's and Jaime's bedroom, shutting the door and sliding down it. There are way too many things running through my head for me to sort out my thoughts, so I rest my forehead against my knees and shut my eyes.

My peace is disrupted seconds later when there's a knock on the door. I stand to open it. It's Jaime, half-dressed and dripping wet and gorgeous. I can tell he's still hard.

So completely, utterly fuckable.

"Waiting for me?" he asks.

I frown. "Needed a moment to myself. I guess this wasn't the best room to choose."

As he steps into the room, I turn away from him and walk to the window. Since I can't really form coherent thoughts at the moment, I wait for him to speak first. I watch out my window as Dallas, Evan, Miguel, and Ella play chicken in the infinity pool. Ella takes Evan down. I hear the click of Jaime locking the door.

I'm not expecting Jaime to say, "I'm sorry."

I swivel toward him, furrowing my eyebrows.

He sits on the edge of my bed and clasps his hands on his lap. He looks guilty as all hell. "Adam... called me up when he was in LA a few months ago."

So it's true. Adam wasn't just teasing me. I shrug, trying to make little of the news. "So what? I thought you two didn't fuck."

"We didn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Adam wasn't lying. I was still hung up on you."

My throat closes. I spin back toward the window so he can't see my reaction.

"Still
am
hung up on you."

He pauses, waiting for me to say something back. But I can't think of anything smart or witty to lighten the conversation. So instead, I say, "You sleep with guys a lot?" I wince.
Stupid, Brit.
I don't want this to be about Jaime's sexuality. It shouldn't have to be. I mean, other than the fact that every time I shoot Jaime and Adam, I nearly pass out from being so turned on.

"Sometimes," he says.

When I have the guts to face him again, he looks like he's thinking critically about something. "Why do you ask?" he cocks an eyebrow slowly. "You want to shoot me and Adam?"

A nervous laugh escapes my mouth. "I don't think I'd be able to handle watching you and Adam screwing." I bite my lip before adding. "I'd be too jealous."

His face brightens for a flicker of a second before he hides his relief. Slowly, I walk over to him. I reach out and trace my forefinger over his lips, lips that Adam just got done kissing. I can't believe what I'm about to ask, but I've already spoken too much. Might as well hop in with both feet. "How's it different than being with a girl?"

He chuckles. "Technically? You need an anatomy lesson, Brit?"

I scowl. "Not technically."

"I'm more aggressive with guys."

"Bullshit. You and Adam were practically being cuddly in the shower."

"Didn't want to freak you out."

I slip between his legs and rest my hands on his shoulders. "Honestly, what am I going to do to convince you that you can't freak me out? I know you can't get over the whole innocent, naive Britain thing, but we've screwed. And I'm a porn photographer, for fuck's sake."

Deviance lights up his eyes and I know I just started something. Jaime’s hands grab my hips and I'm flipped onto his bed, landing on my stomach. My first reaction is to giggle as he gets behind me and pulls my ass up toward his hips. I reach out, steadying myself on the headboard as he holds me to him.

"See, with you, it's easy for me to be dominant because you're a lot smaller than me. Some guys like submitting, and others put up a fight."

He rocks his hips into me, and I can feel his erection against my ass.

"You?" I gasp.

"Depends on who I'm with." He rocks his hips into me again. I shut my eyes, memorizing the possessive way he holds me, grinding himself into me. Jaime's always done a great job toying with me
—
everything between us has been a sexy game. But this is different. It's like he needs to show me this side of him.

Regardless of what side he wants to show me, I laugh. It escapes me in a nervous giggle. "I'm sorry."

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. You're just unpredictable is all." I roll my hips back into him, and a low groan escapes his mouth.

He flips me over, and I gasp as my back hits the bed.

"And you're not?"

"Touché."

He studies me for a hot minute, cockeyed grin growing on his face. "You're honestly the most ballsy woman I've ever met. Working while in Malibu... you say you're afraid of your parents, but I secretly think you want them to find out."

My mouth drops a little. "Why would I want them to find out?"

He shrugs. "It's probably a subconscious thing. You're afraid of hiding who you really are around them." He chuckles. "And honestly, I can't wait for when they find out."

"That's mean."

"It'll be exciting. And liberating."

"You better not..."

"I won't out you." He leans in until his lips brush against mine. "Don't worry."

He kisses me slowly, tongue flicking over my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth and grazing my own. When he parts, he says gently, "I have to go back to your parents' place with Cam and charm your mother now."

He rolls off of me, and I sit up. "What? Why?"

He spins around and walks backward toward my bedroom door. "Because I want my job back."

Jaime... his accountant job back? "I thought you said you didn't. I thought you just wanted to make amends with the family."

"I want to prove that I didn't fucking steal. And since I can't do that, the next best thing I can do is prove how damn good I am at being an accountant."

"And to do that, you have to flirt with my mother."

"It starts with your mother," he says. "A, because she's the McCulley parent that is home, and B, I'm killing two birds with one stone."

I raise an eyebrow.

"If she starts to like me for once, she won't have a heart attack when she finds out that your relationship with Micah is a fraud and we're the ones who are together. Because she will find out."

"Please," I beg.

"It's another one of your secrets to keep," he says. "I respect you too much to tell her. But that doesn't mean that both your mom and dad won't eventually find out."

And with that, he leaves the room before I have a chance to argue that it won't matter if Mom finds out we're fucking, because no matter how much Jaime flirts with her, her head will explode.

But another thought hits me... the thought that Jaime is expecting Mom to find out about us. Jaime is expecting Mom to find out, which means Dad and Cam will find out, which means he's okay with them knowing while he's trying to claim a position at the company.

Like he's trying to establish a permanent place in our family again, except this time, as my boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The word sounds so juvenile.

We've only had sex once... eight months ago, right after A.J. Harrison fired me from EPE and Jaime played his little apology game on me. When I was a teenager, Jaime was supposed to lead me to my birthday cake while I was blindfolded, and instead, he pushed me in the pool. So to say he was sorry, he
blindfolded me, got me naked, and gave me the best orgasm ever.

I fucked my brother's ex-best friend.

But since he's arrived in Malibu, he's been slow. He's gotten me off twice without asking for any reciprocation, which is something that fifteen-year-old Britain wouldn’t have expected from Jaime Rivera in her wildest dreams.

It's about time to pay him back.

The day of the benefit dinner, I decide to shoot Dallas’s seduction. I’ve done shoots with Dallas where he is the one being dominated, particularly Ella’s in Boston where she got to whip him into submission. But every time I have shot Dallas with Evan, he was always the one dominating her.

Today is going to change that.

Evan is wearing this gorgeous bikini, teal with a push-up triangle top. She sprayed her body down with oil so that it glistens, her hair shellacked to look perma-wet. She’s spent the last half hour bouncing around the pool. “I’m so excited, I’m so exciteeeeeeeed.”

Dallas, who is lounging beneath the gazebo on the outdoor futon where we are going to shoot, rolls his eyes. “You’d think it was Christmas.”

“It is Christmas,” I say. “Evan finally gets to control you in a shoot. I’ve never given her that power before.

I let Evan choose the girl of her choice to perform the shoot with, considering the story was going to be insinuating a threesome. Andrea is currently working hard on the prose, typing away on her laptop in a lounge chair beneath the shade of an umbrella.

Evan chose Delilah, which isn’t a surprise. Evan and Delilah were my two original superstar models. The girls are well-studied-up on how the other photographs.

I sent the other models into town to run errands, mainly grocery shopping. The only ones who remain at the beach house are my three models for the shoot, Andrea, and Jaime, who sits on a lounge chair at the far end of the pool, biting his thumbnail.

I can’t let my head fill with thoughts about Jaime and tonight’s benefit dinner right now. I have to focus. I fiddle with my lens and take sample shots of Dallas relaxing in the natural light until Delilah comes out of makeup, and then I tell her, “I hope you don’t mind being so close to Evan and Dallas, you know, doing it. Because knowing them they’ll most likely end up doing it.”

Delilah scoffs. “You act like I haven’t been exposed to sex since I started working for you.”

It’s true. My life is made up of sex. A giant sex ball. Shooting crazy, kinky shit is just a part of who I am, maybe for the rest of my life.

I’m good at it.

I initiate the shoot. Andrea helps direct to what she wants. The first shots are composed of Evan crawling up to Dallas, slow and languid like a cat, climbing on top of him, moving his hands to where she wants them on her body. She’s the ones kissing and licking him, pulling loose the drawstring of his shorts and slipping her hand inside. They’ve gotten so comfortable shooting together and having sex in front of
people that it’s like no one else is even here. It isn’t until Delilah is in the picture that the embarrassed giggling from all of them begins.

I roll my eyes and drop the camera. “Come on, you’re professionals, remember?”