“Action!” Tanner yelled.
It all began.
***
Two hours of shooting later, I found myself next to Olive, gripping her hand tightly, her grip on mine just as strong.
“I have an hour in between takes,” I said as I checked the watch on my wrist. “You want to head back to the trailer? I could use some quiet.” I needed to get her alone.
She followed me without a peep.
The PA dropped us off at the craft service station and I got myself coffee and Olive some tea. Since the trailer wasn’t far away, I sent the PA away so I could have Olive to myself as we walked the short distance.
A big group of people exited one of the warehouses that was on the way to my trailer and swarmed around us. We had to slow down our steps and let them pass toward the small fake town. I figured they must have been taking a break from shooting.
When Olive suddenly stopped moving, I halted and glanced back at her.
“What’s going on?” I asked as she jerked her hand from mine and started waving it in front of her face. “Olive, what are you doing?”
“Is that a bee?” she squeaked, hurriedly backing away.
“I guess so. Why? What’s wrong?”
“Oh my god, there are more!” she yelled and jumped on the bench that was closest to her.
By then a few people had stopped and started watching her, trying to understand what the commotion was about.
I jogged to her side. “Olive stop jumping, you’re gonna fall and break your neck.”
“Jason! Jason, you have to help me!”
Yup, there were only two bees, though these two were persistent suckers.
“Baby,” I said, chuckling. “Quit waving your hands around and jumping away if you don’t want them to sting you.”
“They’re coming after me! How can I stop! Get them away from me, please.”
“Okay.” I sighed and caught her behind her knees. Without hesitation, she jumped into my arms and wrapped herself around me, her face hiding in my neck.
She whimpered and I had to bite back my laugh.
“I didn’t know you were afraid of bees, Olive.”
“Are they gone?” she whispered into my neck. I could barely make out her words.
“Actually, they are still flying around, but I won’t let them get to you, don’t worry. No one’s taking you away from me, not even these evil bees.”
She groaned, but her hold on me was more relaxed. “Don’t make fun of me. I’ve never been stung by a bee, so if they sting me, I might die within minutes.”
This time I couldn’t hold it back; I laughed, tightening my hold on her waist so I wouldn’t drop her. Feeling eyes on us, I glanced behind me and saw a few people taping the whole spectacle with their phones.
Great. More media coverage was exactly what we needed.
“I’m probably allergic. That must be why they are waiting to get to me. Are they gone? If not, wave your hands so they won’t get close to us.” Olive was oblivious to what was happening around us so I quickened my pace, knowing she wouldn’t want to be filmed while wrapped around me. Also, even if it made me a bastard, I liked her wrapped around me. If they filmed it, photographed it…so what? She was my wife after all.
“I’m pretty sure if I wave my hands around that’ll only piss them off more, and then they’ll steal you away from me.”
Lightly, she hit my shoulder and muttered, “I said don’t make fun of me. I’m dead serious.”
I patted her ass and smiled into her hair. “I know, baby. It’s okay, we’re almost at the trailer. I’ll protect you.”
“Are we going to the hospital?”
“Olive, they didn’t even touch you, sweetheart.”
“But what if one of them is in my hair? If he is anywhere near my head, I’ll be dead in seconds.”
Her nose was tickling my neck, but then I felt something different.
“Olive?”
“Yes,” she mumbled back.
“Did you just sniff me?”
Her body tightened again. “No. No. I sniffled. I was checking to see if I was about to cry. You know, readying myself just in case.”
“I see.”
My body shaking with laughter, I managed to open the door to our trailer and carried my wife inside. Walking toward the couch, I gently lay her down on it.
With a smile glued to my face, I looked down at her. She genuinely looked scared. Pushing her bangs away from her eyes, I said, “Don’t move a muscle, beautiful.”
Before I could extract myself from her arms, her hand reached up and touched my dimple. Tilting my head, I kissed her finger and left her side so I could go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I had kissed Lindsay, or I should say Evie, a total of twenty times. I didn’t want the lingering taste of her in my mouth. It wasn’t that Lindsay wasn’t a professional about it, I just wanted Olive’s taste back.
As soon as I was done, I was crawling on top of her and reaching for her lips. She hadn’t said anything about the filming, and while I was curious to hear what she thought about the scenes we had shot, kissing her was higher on my priority list.
Nudging her lips open, I sneaked my tongue inside her mouth and gently tilted her head back so I could sink into her. I didn’t know how long I kissed her liked that, drinking her in, memorizing her scent, but when I slid my erection against the seam of her leggings, her little moan reached through the thick fog that was blinding me.
Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead on hers and listened to her heavy breathing.
“What did you think?” I asked in a heavy voice when I could think more clearly.
“You were amazing,” she whispered as she looked into my eyes with her heart shining right at the edges.
Amused, I asked, “Lindsay?”
She made a cute, funny face. “I think I’m okay with the fictional Evie having her happy ending with Isaac, but watching it in real life…actually watching her kiss you soooo many times, and from so many different angles? Not so sure about that.”
I laughed and kissed her again.
“That’s why I was dying to get you back here. I think I prefer to kiss the author.”
“How does it work exactly? I mean, how can you not feel something for her and then go ahead and kiss her like that?”
“Like…what?”
“Like you wanted to eat her up?”
“I want to eat you up, Olive. Can I?”
“I’m serious, though.”
“Baby, nothing about those kisses was intimate. Didn’t you see how many times we had to stop to make sure the director was happy with the angle and the lighting? It’s Isaac and Evie kissing at that moment, not Lindsay and Jason. Now, I really want it to be Jason and Olive kissing,” I murmured into her ear and left a trail of small kisses on her neck.
Arching her neck to get more, she lifted her hips.
I groaned and pushed her hips back down to the couch with my hand. “I’m afraid if we start with that, I won’t be able to get back to the set.”
Ignoring my warning, she pulled me down by my neck and kissed the fuck out of me.
By the time there was someone banging on the door, I was fucking her through our clothes.
I wrenched my lips away from hers and snarled at whoever the hell was at the door.