To Hell and Back (12 page)

“Angel, please. If you don’t stop, I will come in your mouth. You feel incredible and I’m losing control.”

I wink and give him a small shrug before going back to what I was doing before the interruption. Carson’s breathing quickens and his hands grow more insistent in my hair. His entire length begins to pulse and he growls my name as my mouth fills with a salty substance. I don’t find it unpleasant at all… it’s like a seductive gift from my love and I swallow before smiling up at those baby blues.

“Get up here!” he roars at me.  “You have no idea how hot that was.  None.  If you could read my mind right now, you’d probably be running for the door.  The things I want to do to you, with you, for you…” He trails off as I slide up next to him again. 

“What are you waiting for?” I ask him quietly. My voice betrays the sudden nervousness I’m feeling despite the bold words.

“I’ve got you, Brie. I can’t promise this won’t hurt, but I can promise I’ll do whatever I can to make this good for you.”

Carson reaches for his pants, which I’ve left on the floor, and pulls a foil packet from his wallet.  He’s already hard as a rock again, and I watch intently as he rolls the thin barrier over his skin.  I have goosebumps everywhere as I lie back and he covers my body with his. He kisses me deeply, intently, the flavors of our mutual pleasure mingling between us and I begin to relax. I know this is completely right when I feel no fear as his tip nudges the entrance to my body. Pressure grows between my legs as he slowly moves forward into me.  At first, there is no pain, but as he stretches me further, I gasp at the intensity of the sensation.  He pulls back a bit and moves forward again, letting me get used to his size.

“Look at me, Angel,” he says. “I’m so sorry for this part, but just look at me and know I’m taking care of you.”

He presses forward again and I feel a huge increase in the pressure along with a jolt of pain that spreads through the center of my body.  I don’t make a sound; I just breathe in and keep my gaze locked on Carson’s as he continues to slowly move back and forth.  My muscles adjust to him and although a dull ache remains, the initial sharpness is gone. Carson reaches his hand between our bodies and rubs the hooded nub he finds there.  Warmth and pleasure are replacing all the other sensations and I close my eyes, riding the new feelings.  The pleasure increases and builds in my core only to suddenly release in another, although smaller, burst of fireworks.  Carson kisses my neck and within a few strokes, I feel his size increase before he stiffens, the name “Angel” bursting from his mouth.  He is still for a moment before slowly pulling back, ending the connection of our bodies.

He brushes my hair from my face, staring at my expression, waiting for some sign that I’m okay.  I smile broadly at him and, before I can stop them, the words “I love you” rush from me.  I clap my hand to my mouth and hide my face in his chest.  I’m so overwhelmed with new feelings and sensations and I honestly didn’t know I was going to say that out loud.  I’ve been hearing the phrase over and over in my head for a while, but saying it is something different.

“Brie, look at me.”

I slowly lift my gaze to meet Carson’s eyes. I open my mouth to speak, but he puts a finger to my lips. “Angel, I love you, too.”

“Carson, you don’t have to say that. I know it’s too soon, and…”

“Brielle Douglas, I love you.  I think something inside me recognized you the moment we met and I’ve loved you ever since.  It doesn’t have to make sense; it doesn’t have to be the right date on some calendar.  It just has to feel right to us.  Nothing in my life has ever felt more right than you and me, together, right now.”

There are tears in my eyes and I blink heavily, taking in the sight of this man, this room, this night. It has been a long time since I had a moment I wanted to remember as much as this one, if ever. As I drift off to sleep in Carson’s arms, I finally feel like everything is going to be okay.

Chapter Twelve

Brielle

Waking up with Carson still wrapped around me is surreal.  I wish he could be here every day, but I know that isn’t possible. We only have two days together before he has to return to the set, and I resign myself to another week of virtual solitude. I appreciate everything Mrs. H has done for me, but this cocoon I’m in is beginning to feel like a prison. I’ve known scared and I’ve known lonely; I’m ready for freedom.

Carson stirs and a smile crosses his face before he even opens his eyes.  He pulls me in for a good morning kiss before pushing back the covers and turning to get out of bed.  I sigh loudly and he laughs as he stands there in all his naked glory. He stretches his muscles and shows me every bit of the body I’d like to get my hands on again.

“I know, Angel.  I’d like nothing more than to stay in bed with you,
inside
you, all day long. But,” he extends a hand to help me up, “we have things to do.”

“We do?”  I’m not sure what he means.  All I know is that in my attempt to avoid falling on my face, I’ve had to let go of the sheet that I was holding around me.  He may have seen it all last night, but there is something about the bright morning light streaming in the windows that is making me feel a little insecure. 

Carson runs his hands down my arms and around to the small of my back.  “I’ve seen every inch of you and I loved it
all
,” he whispers. “You never have to hide from me.”

I feel a blush warm my cheeks and quickly change the subject. “So, what exactly are we up to today?”

“It’s moving day!” he announces grandly. 

“Moving day? I’m not sure I follow…” I trail off.

“Brie, I don’t want to live another day without you near me. I know a trailer on a movie set isn’t an ideal living situation, but I’d love to have you with me every day. What do you think?”

“I think I want to be with you, wherever you are.”      

It takes all of five minutes to pack my things. Carson calls Lucy, telling her I’ve said yes and that she will need to pick us up. I can hear her whoop of delight from across the room.

“Lucy already knew?”

“She knew I wanted you to come back with me; she encouraged me to ask you. She said a beautiful young girl like you shouldn’t be cooped up in the house all the time. I couldn’t agree more.”

“I’ll have to remember to thank her.”

From the smell of things, Mrs. H has made her banana nut muffins this morning. Two place settings are laid out on the dining room table and Mrs. H can be heard humming in the kitchen.  When she bustles through the door, she sees the bags we’ve set down along the side of the room and her expression turns sad.  “I thought you two might be leaving today.”  She shakes her head as she places a basket of golden brown muffins on the table. “I’m so very happy for the both of you, but I sure did like having you around here.”

With tears in my eyes, I rush forward to hug the older woman, thanking her for everything she has done for me. 

“You just hush and eat now, Brielle,” she replies gruffly.  Clearing her throat, she straightens up, saying, “The least I can do is send you out of here with a full belly.”

***

Carson

What Mrs. Hanley considers a full belly, I call “Thanksgiving-stuffed”.  Brie and I practically had to roll ourselves out the door when Lucy arrived.  There were more hugs and thank yous exchanged before we finally made it out to the car.  I’ll miss Mrs. H and my room at the B&B, but it’s a bad idea for Brie to come back to Marshall any time soon. It might be best if she never sets foot in this town again.

It’s snowing lightly and the wind is bitterly cold, so Brie doesn’t seem out of place at all with her hat pulled low and a scarf obscuring most of her face. Anyone driving by will know that guests were leaving the Bed and Breakfast this morning, but won’t have a clue that the woman they saw was Brielle Douglas.

The weather begins to clear as we drive and the sun peeks out from behind the clouds. Brie is sitting next to me in the back seat of the Lexus while Lucy sings along with the radio from the driver’s seat.  Everything is happening so fast; in the past twelve hours, I’ve made love to my angel, told her I love her, and asked her to move in with me. I should be completely terrified right now. Instead, I’m ecstatic.

When we reach the security gates set up outside the makeshift lot, Brie begins wringing her hands nervously in her lap.  I reach my hand out to hold hers still.  She stares out the window, taking everything in.

“It doesn’t look the way I thought it would,” she muses. “I thought it would be, I don’t know, bigger or something.”

“I think you’re picturing one of the big time production lots in Hollywood,” I laugh.  “This is just a small, independently made film.  It’s not one that will make millions or be in every theatre in the country, but it’s a great project.”

Pointing out the window on my side of the car, I tell her, “That warehouse is where most of the filming happens.  It’s broken up into sections and each section is a different part of the set itself.  There are also a couple of offices and a crew lounge in the building.  The parking lot is also in sections. Most of the people working on this film are staying in a hotel nearby, so there aren’t a ton of trailers. The white one near the front of the lot, closest to the warehouse itself, is the hair and makeup trailer. The one they’ve set up for me is at the far end of the lot over there.”  I point again, this time out her window. “The other two are for the director and the writers.  Adam and Kate Alexander, the writing team, are a married couple, so they share.  They generally only stay in theirs if they’re here really late.”

“But, isn’t the movie already written?” she asks me.

“Well, yes and no.  Most of it is written, but there are some parts that are still evolving.  As we film scenes and see what works, the writers change and fix and re-write.  They’re on set every day, as are the director and I, which is why we have the trailers available.  The lounge inside the warehouse is where most everyone spends their down time.” 

“I’ll probably have more questions,” she says as Lucy pulls into a spot near my trailer. “I don’t really know how any of this works.”

“Ask me anything you want.  Also, I spoke to the writing team before I left for the weekend.  I mentioned that I was hoping to bring you back with me and that you like to write.  They agreed to have you act as a sort of assistant on set so you can see how things work.  If you want.  It’s up to you.  I didn’t want to assume…”

She stares at me as though she has seen something terrifying, mouth open and eyes wide.

“Carson, I – I don’t really know anything about
real
writing.  Journals don’t count.  I don’t know the first thing about any of this stuff, and…”

I wrap my arms around her and put my lips to hers to quiet her. “Angel, relax. They aren’t expecting you to re-write the screenplay,” I tease her. “It’s more like you watch them work and get their coffee and sharpen their pencils.”

That sweet blush of hers creeps back into her cheeks and she looks sheepish.  “Of course not.  I think I’m just a little intimidated by all of this.  My social skills are more than rusty; they’re practically fossilized.  I just don’t want to embarrass either of us.”

“That’s not something you need to worry about.  I love you and everyone here will, too.  Let’s put your bags inside and I’ll show you around.”

We spend the next couple of hours walking around, going through the warehouse and talking with a couple of set builders. They’re the only ones around today. She really does ask me a ton of questions; she’s interested in everything. It’s only when I actually hear her stomach rumble that I realize how long it has been since breakfast. I’m fascinated by this beautiful, incredible girl, and it’s easy to lose track of time when I’m with her.

Back in the trailer, I pull out the ingredients to make sandwiches and show her around while I put them together.  When you’re in a space that’s roughly the size of a small RV, it doesn’t take much to give someone a grand tour.  I’m standing in the middle of the “dining room and I’m able to show her each area within the trailer. On one end, there is a couch and a small entertainment setup; television, speakers, iPod dock, gaming console. In the center, there is a dining table with a booth on either side; it folds down to become an extra bed, but I’ve never needed to use it. The small kitchenette has a two-burner stove, a microwave, a refrigerator, and a couple of cupboards. The one-cup coffeemaker on the counter is pretty much the only thing in this area that sees any action. There is a pocket door just before the other end and beyond that is the bedroom. By bedroom, I mean a full-sized bed and a closet with some shelves above it all. The door next to the closet leads to what is probably the world’s smallest bathroom. A shower, sink, and toilet are wedged into the tiny space. Definitely not a luxury en-suite with all the amenities, but it works for me. The entire space is done in shades of blue and gray. It has a masculine feel to it, but I’m hoping Brie will feel at home here with me.

I place the sandwiches on the table and we sit down to eat.  Brie’s eyes dart around from one thing to another.  From the light in her eyes, I think she will be fine here, but I want her to know there are other options.  “I know it isn’t a lot of space, Brie,” I say as I wipe the last crumbs from my mouth, “and if you want to stay in the hotel, we can do that. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Are you kidding?” She grins at me. She stands and takes both paper plates, tossing them in the trash bin and returning to wipe the table.  “I kind of love this.  It’s small, but has everything we need.  This is perfect.”  I stand to put my arms around her and she leans up on her tiptoes, kissing me gently. “Thank you,” she whispers.

As if ignited by the feel of our lips touching, she kisses me with increasing forcefulness. I reach my hand around the back of her head and clench my fingers in her soft hair. She’s pressing her sweet body against mine and my cock is at full attention. She tips her head and pulls me down toward her neck, moaning softly when I lick and suck at the exposed flesh.  I knew there was fire and life within her.  She just needed the freedom to express herself. I never imagined this little vixen hidden inside, though.  That is a happy, sexy surprise.