The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (12 page)

Turning the corner, I paused when I heard my Dad say, "My daughter means everything. That kid changed things for me."

"She did the same thing for me, sir."

"You can see why I worry."

"Yes, sir. I worry about her too."

"That's good, because I would hate to have to shoot you if anything happened to her."

"If you had too, I would deserve it."

"Just keep her happy."

"I plan to for the rest of my life."

"Don't get overzealous. Just make sure that she laughs. I'm not around anymore to make that happen. I did everything I could to put a smile on that girl's face."

"She does have a pretty smile."

"And a horrible laugh. But, it touches something deep inside when you hear it."

"That it does, sir."

"You can call me Dan."

"Thanks, Dan."

I quietly stepped backwards into Pilar, who had been eavesdropping along with me. She winked at me and I smiled back at her, before heading back to my room to finish drying my hair.

"This place had to be awesome as a kid," Andrew said, as he sat his drink down next to the picnic basket.

"It was, and even though I would bring kids here to play, I would always take them a roundabout way, so that they couldn't find it on their own. It was my way of keeping this place hidden."

I had brought Andrew to my favorite place in the world. Dad had built it for me when I was younger. Pilar planted flowers to brighten the area up. It was my secret garden, but it was in the woods, surrounded by shrubs and trees. It had a playground slide and swings, with a now rusted teeter-totter in one corner. There was an old volleyball pit, and a treehouse in the corner that I would read in for hours.

"I played here as a kid, and hid out here when I wanted to get away from the world. It was my studying place in high school, and in college, I wrote several chapters of
Deception
here. It's like my woman cave. Nature inspires me a lot—helps me to think more clearly. "

"It must be the fresh air that inspired you." He joked, as he started kicking around the soccer ball.

I watched Andrew maneuver the ball in front of me while I sat on the swing. "You inspire me…." Andrew looked at me, tilting his head while I built up the nerve to say, "You always have."

He stopped kicking the ball, looking as if he was searching for something in my eyes as a chill ran up my spine.

I took in a deep breath, and started to speak. "During my freshman year in college, I went to see one of your movies for the first time with Erin. It wasn't bad, by the way." He laughed, shaking his head as his eyes showed his curiosity. "The moment that you walked onto the screen for the first time…my heart melted. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I had no clue what was going on in the movie because I couldn't focus on anything other than you. There was something about you…I know it sounds weird…"

He took a few steps closer towards me. "No, continue."

We stared at each other a bit before I continued. "Before that day, I had tried my hand in writing, and had started a short story. Erin encouraged me to start off that way because the ideas would come easier. I was having problems putting thoughts on paper, and it eventually became a struggle. It made me frustrated, and I was going to try something other than fiction." I looked down at my feet as I moved myself back and forth on the swing; as I remembered my half ass attempt at poetry. "Seeing you that day…well…I wrote
Deception
after." I swallowed hard.

He said nothing and I wouldn't look up. It was quiet for a while and then Andrew asked, "Are you saying that I was the inspiration for your book?"

My heart pounded out of my chest, and my mouth dried up. My eyes glided up his long jean clad legs until they met his deadpanned eyes. I nodded and said, "Yes. It was because of you that I was able to write
Deception
."

His eyes got big and his mouth fell open. He stood, taking it all in while staring at me. Then, Andrew closed his mouth, narrowed his eyes at me, and stalked forward in my direction. I stopped breathing, waiting for whatever he was about to dish out, but who knew what he was about to do next.

He pulled on my swing until my legs dangled in the air. His hands slid up my bare legs, under my dress, until they reached my panties. Andrew grabbed them on each side, tearing them off, and threw them to the ground. Now
I
sat there jaw dropped and wide-eyed as I looked into his now fiery eyes. He released the swing and I watched as his fingers started to unbutton his fly, and looked around as he dropped his jeans and boxers at the same time. "Andrew!"

Then, he reached back for my swing chains and swung it forward, lifting me up to meet him. I flew backwards, before wrapping my hands around the chain, so that I wouldn't fall off. He slid my dress back, exposing me on the cold seat. "To know that you have always been mine…" he heavily breathed out. "
You
inspire
me
to be a better man. I was a different man before I met you. Even others have seen the difference that you have made in my life. To know that…damn, I want you so much right now! I hope you're ready, baby because I can't wait!" Andrew lined me up to him again and pulled the swing forward as we joined together explosively.

My cries of pleasure filled the open space. Andrew grabbed onto the seat and guided me as he plunged deeper, filling me completely. He planted his legs firmly into the ground, not faltering from his movement, as the swing wobbled; causing Andrew to hit deliciously new spots that I never knew existed. Screaming out in pleasure, my eyes closed and then opened to see the raw intensity on his face. While he moved with gusto, his upper half was scrunched up, and he looked deep in thought. His black t-shirt was drenched, along with my dress.

Andrew kept all the control, as he guided and positioned the swing to each of his movements. The muscles in my legs tensed up as they wrapped around him. Several times I thought I would fly off the swing, but he held onto it firmly. "Andrew…I can't…"

"Do you know what you do to me?"

Another explosion of pleasure.

"I can't get enough…" His movements changed, and the frustration on his face was evident. "Wrap your arms around my neck." He ordered.

When our bodies came back together, I reached for his neck, and he let go of the swing grabbing a hold of me. Seated that deeply on top of him caused another scream, as he walked us over to the blanket we had spread out earlier. Andrew dropped to his knees, laying me on my back, before taking hold of my legs to continue where we had left off. My body quivered, and at first, I thought I was having a seizure. He kissed along my face as I rode out the intense sensation.

"Not enough!" Andrew grunted out over again.

I held on to the blanket as he drove me further into the ground. I looked deeply into Andrew's eyes, and his pace increased to inhuman speed. The intense pleasure caused me to have an out of body experience. I looked up into the blue sky as Andrew's face came into my sight with each passing thrust. Sweat dripped from his face as moans flew out of his mouth. Mine just hung open, unable to say another word, as my body gasped for air. The moment we both reached that threshold, Andrew collapsed next to me, and we both lay gasping for air.

The birds chirped around us, as I started to feel the coldness of the ground. The crisp cold air hitting my core was a welcoming sensation on my overworked center. We lay for some time, our bottoms exposed to nature as we looked up into the clear sky.

What was there to say, really? Andrew showed me exactly how he felt, and I was elated that it didn't turn out as bad as I had thought it would. We finally decided to get up and put our clothing back on—well, his pants. My lingerie was ruined. We held hands kissing as we took the long way back to the house.

That night, Andrew came to my room and we lay in my childhood bed talking. He was staying in the guest room that was next to Dad’s. It was my dad's house, and we both obeyed his rules. He wasn't stupid; he knew that we slept together, but he didn't want to hear it happening, even though I would never do that when he was home. It felt weird having sex in Andrew's home. Even with Rebeca's open mind.

"I liked your hideout. I could see our kids playing there."

I know my eyes bugged out. "Kids?" My heart skipped several beats.

"One day." He grinned timidly.

That was a look that I hadn't seen before. "Well, the swing's seat needs to be replaced." I giggled back.

"Maybe not right away." He smirked.

That
expression, I had seen many, many, times.

"You know there was a girl once—Peyton—who tried to write a book about me." He said out of the blue, as we lay on our sides facing each other.

"Really? Why didn't she?"

"She never told me that she was writing a book about me. She dated me to get dirt for an exposé type of story."

I gawked at him before asking, "How could she do that?"

"Sadly, I thought she was a naïve, small town girl. It was refreshing to meet someone, not in the business. We met at a restaurant, both sitting alone facing each other in a booth. She played the 'I'm new in town card,' and I believed her. I thought I would school her on living in LA, but she schooled me on people's greed."

I sat up. "She planned it?"

"She planned the whole thing. She stalked me and knew where I would be. I never really found out if she was actually from that town."

"Did she tell you about the book? That's how you found out?"

He cautiously looked at me before saying, "No, Brittney found out. Somehow, she discovered what Peyton was up too. It took several months in court to stop the book from being published, and a large payout to keep her quiet."

"That is awful." Then I thought. "What did she write?"

He smiled. "You
would
want to know that. It’s nothing that you don't already know. It was right before I cleaned up my act and a few months afterwards. She wrote about the parties, booze, and drugs. Hollywood life. Stuff I wasn't proud of and you know how I feel about my private life staying as private as possible. The reason I haven't gone nuts is because all of the stuff written about me are lies. It's when it's the truth that I have a problem with it."

"Huh..."

"Yup."

I lay back down, as Andrew played with my hair while thinking over the day.

"Why did you wait to tell me about
Deception
?"

I stared at him, thinking for a moment. "I don't know. I guess I was nervous about how you would perceive it."

"You stalked me
too
?"

"No! I would never…"

"I'm kidding, baby. I know that you would never do anything like that. I must say though, it's made my ego bigger."

"I didn't know that was possible."

"Ha ha. It's also making something else bigger."

He tickled my side. "We can't."

He started running his hand over one breast. "We can be quiet."

"You promised my dad. Hands off, mister."

Andrew flicked my nub, which turned me on even more, before he lay on his back. "That's okay. I'm going to tear that ass of yours up when we get back to LA."