Page 173 of My Five Daddies

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Jackson

Icould seeit in her eyes: pure fuckingdesire.

She was sweating, working her hips, swinging her body against mine. I could see the glazed look of pure want and need, and the way she tilted her lips up toward me, fucking hell, she was begging for me to kiss her. She wanted a taste, wanted it fucking badly, and I needed it just asmuch.

But then Holly showed up and fucking ruinedeverything.

I tried chasing after Tara, but she disappeared. I don’t know why she ran off like that, but I know it had something to do with Holly. Or maybe she just realized how badly she wanted it to happen between us, and that freaked herout.

Today, Tara’s barely even looking at me. It’s like every step forward we make, we take two fucking stepsback.

I don’t get why Holly even had to seek me out. She saw that I was dancing with Tara. She knew that we had something going between us. I’m not a big fan of Holly, to be totally honest. She’s nice enough, but I wouldn’t have invited her if the crew hadn’t requested her specifically. I think they all like to stare at her tits, which I guess I can understand. Holly’s an attractivegirl.

She’s just not my type. She’s too high maintenance, too high strung, and a fucking actress. The first thing I learned when I came to this town was that I should never date or get involved with or even fuck a goddamnactress.

Plus, she’s not Tara. I think that’s the most important thing here. Tara is my focus, the only woman I want, and Holly just pales in comparison. They can dress Holly up and put as much makeup on her as they want, but they can’t cover up her boring ass personality. Tara is just as beautiful as she is, but she’s light where Holly is just boredom. Tara makes me smile, makes me fucking feel something. Being around Tara is like cominghome.

I’m annoyed and trying to get the whole thing out of my head. I have a scene with Holly coming up, so I need to be prepped for that. Just as I go to grab my script and review, there’s a knock at my trailerdoor.

“Yeah?” I callout.

The door opens. “Hey, Jackson. Youbusy?”

It’s Holly. I almost groan out loud. I don’t want this girl in my goddamn trailer. I don’t want to give Tara the wrong idea. But we’re working together, and I can’t just send her away. I can’t risk fucking up that working relationship, since it could ruin the movie. We still have some more intimate scenes to shoot as well, and I don’t need this to be more awkward than itis.

“Yeah, come in,” I say to her, hoping Tara isn’taround.

Holly heads inside, shutting the door behind her. She’s wearing her costume for the upcoming scene, which is of course very low-cut to show off her tits. She smiles at me and holds up herscript.

“Want to run lines?” sheasks.

I sigh and shrug. “Sure. I’m going over them alreadyanyway.”

She walks over with a little bounce in her step and sits down on the couch. I take a seat on a chair across from her and kick my feet out. She opens her script up and clears herthroat.

“Start at the second page, first line?” sheasks.

“Sure,” I grunt, turning to thespot.

She nods and reads the script. “Do you remember the sky before theycame?”

“I remember,” I grunt. “Wasn’t sogreat.”

“Not so great?” She laughs a little. “It was beautiful. Stars as far as the eye can see. But now it’s all black, nothing butblack.”

“It’s the dust. They’re kicking it up into theatmosphere.”

“Dust and ash,” she says. “I know what it is.” Holly stands up and walks toward me. She looks up from the script. “You mind if we do this part standing? Make it feelreal?”

“Sure,” I grunt, gettingup.

She positions herself closer to me. In this scene, our characters are camping out, though there’s an ambush coming up soon. The aliens have mostly taken over the planet, and now it’s up to them to somehow turn the tide and rid the earth of the evil invaders. It’s supposed to be a slightly romantic scene, though it turns into an action sequence prettyfast.

“Come on. Lie back and think about it,” Hollysays.

“Guess it can’thurt.”

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