Just Ok

[WARNING! This chapter contains mature R-18 content! Please read at your own discretion.]

Feeling every part of him on my body, I looked down and then looked back up to his eyes. They're filled with passion. I felt so hot. There was an ache in all the right places. He leaned to where our lips are a hair's breadth away from touching.

"Tell me to stop." He whispers.

Closing my eyes, I met his lips. They're warm and soft. He brushed my lips gently, softly. After a few seconds, he pulled away and stared into my eyes for a few moments and then got up and extended his hand to pull me up.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that." I say with a nervous giggle.

"Did you like it?"

Like it? I loved it but I'll never tell him that.

"It was ok."

"Just ok?"

"Yep."

I turned from him to walk away. After a few steps he spinned me around and pulled me against his body. He wrapped his hand around my waist with one hand. With the other he ran through my hair and pulled it just hard enough to tilt my head up. Sending a shiver of pleasure down my body, as he does so. Leaning to meet mine, our lips meet again. This time with more passion. He started off brushing my lips with his and bit my lower lip. Gasping in pleasure, it granted him entry to slip his tongue in. His kiss completely dominated me. I felt like I'm on fire. I didn't know how much time passed. All I could feel was his warm body shielding me from the night wind and the passion from his touch. After a while, he bit my lip again and tugs gently. Pulling my head back further to expose my neck, he started to trail kisses down my face to my neck.

"Just ok?"

"What?"

"Is this just ok?" he murmurs into my neck.

Just ok. This is the best kiss I've ever had. This is wonderful. Is this the pleasure people feel when they have sex?

"It's ok."

Pausing along my neck, he gently grazed it with his teeth and then sucked the same spot. I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure.

"That's what I thought."

Hearing something hit my window, I snap out of the memory and grab my knife. I walk around the house quietly to make sure there's no one there. After checking all the rooms, all I see is my mother sleeping in her chair. Once I'm sure that the house is safe, I go back to my room and flop onto the bed. I hiss remembering that I have burns. I gently lay on my side, and try to sleep. Hearing Joe Nichols singing, I barely wake up. Which godforsaken heathen dares to wake me from my slumber? Looking at my phone, I see it's Dillon calling. At five in the morning. Yawning, I answer the phone.

"Which mortal dares to wake me from my slumber?"

"Good morning, Ms. Cyrene."

"Mrs. Callista, good morning. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Dillon insisted I call you as soon as possible. I heard there was an incident with the paparazzi?"

"Yes, he took pictures of me and Will. I'm not sure how compromising they are or if he still has them in his possession."

"Did you and Will do anything that could affect his reputation?"

"Of course not! We would never! The problem is we looked as if we were when the pictures were taken."

"So we need to get rid of those pictures."

"Actually, that's why I was hoping you could help me. The paparazzi caused me injury while he was trying to get away. I'm deciding if I'm going to press charges or not. I'd love for him to pay for what he did but not at the cost of Will's reputation. So I was thinking if he's uncooperative when it comes to handing the photos over …"

"Use it as leverage."

"Exactly."

"Ok. We'll let you know what to do at the end of the day."

"Thank you. Please excuse me, I need to go back to sleep."

Before I hang up the phone, I hear Dillon in the background talking to his mother.

"What are you doing mom? A kid almost got hurt and Astra did. This guy needs to be nailed to the cross! Ahhh!"

She must have whacked him with another newspaper. Poor guy.

I hang up and shut my eyes hoping to catch one more hour of sleep. Hearing Joe Nichols start singing, I know it's time to get up but I'd rather sleep the day away. I roll over and hiss in pain. I really hope that guy is stubborn, and I get to press charges on him. To think he almost caused Joy to feel this type of pain angers me. After putting on some more aloe vera, I get dressed gingerly. I decide on an oversized college t-shirt with skinny jeans, and tennis shoes. I'm not sure how casually I'm allowed to dress, but hopefully I can get away with it today. Trying to put a ballcap on, I realize it hurts my back too much to lift my arms up. I can be such a wimp when it comes to burns. Afterwards, I go to the kitchen and cook bacon, eggs, potatoes, and some tortillas for breakfast making sure to have extra for Will. Who doesn't love good breakfast tacos?

I pack most of it up and leave some out for my mom with a note since she's asleep. Once I'm done writing the note I text Will.

"Hey, are you up?"

"Yes. Why?"

"I made breakfast. Do you want to meet up at the set and eat together?"

"We can't go until they're sure it's secure. Meet me at my house."

"Ok. See you soon."

Yes! How exciting. I get to see Donner and Blitzen. Good thing I cooked extra bacon. Time for their dogmother to give them lots of love and cuddles!