Page 19 of Taking Chances in Cedarwood

Cain Ables: Missing in Action

Cain Ables—the Boy Next Door Disappears

Well, shit.Andrew selected one of the links. The story matched a lot of what Cain had said. Actor, happy, thirty and working steady in the business. Andrew read on.

As of August eighth, Cain claimed to be at a hotel with Aidyn Malachi, but the actor hasn’t been seen in the last fourteen days. His parents and manager claim he’s never left without giving them a detailed itinerary. Walking away from his life and career isn’t his style, but all is well. According to sources, Cain has checked into a facility for stress and exhaustion. Fans wish him well and hope for his speedy return to his film work.

Andrew snorted. Cain hadn’t said a thing about exhaustion, but when Andrew read Cain’s listing on the movie website, he saw why Cain might be tired. The man had so many titles to his name. Anyone would be tired after that much work.

Andrew closed the browser window and left his phone on his nightstand. Cain’s life was more complicated than he’d ever expected, but who had a simple one? He resumed staring at the ceiling. His cock rose to the occasion, so he locked the bedroom door.Might as well rub one off and get a decent night’s sleep.

Andrew slipped one hand around his cock and his other hand around his balls. He closed his eyes. The sheer pleasure of stroking himself lulled him. He parted his lips and dragged a deep breath into his lungs. His synapses misfired. He got lost in the act of jerking himself off. Blood rushed into his shaft. He smeared precum all over the head of his erection.Oh, God.He needed someone there with him. Masturbation was fun, but sex was better.

His mind drifted to Cain. Would he be good in bed? Hesitant? Andrew stroked faster but abandoned his balls in favor of pinching his nipple. The new sensation added to his pleasure, and he groaned.

He imagined Cain there, encouraging him. He gritted his teeth. No, Cain would be on top, riding him. He increased speed, needing the pressure of his own hand on his shaft.Fuck.He panted and ground his hips. Would Cain talk dirty? Or be loud? A shiver ran the length of Andrew’s spine. He wanted to know.

He arched his back and planted his feet on the mattress.Damn it.He wasn’t going to last much longer. The orgasm built low in his belly and spread through his limbs. He rocked faster into his hand. His skin tingled and the springs of the bed squeaked.Fuck.His muscles tightened.No holding back.

“Fuck,” he muttered. A thick ribbon of cum shot onto his belly. He stopped pinching his nipple and slumped on the bed while he added a couple of extra strokes.

The weight on his shoulders lightened for a little bit. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and cleaned himself up, then flopped onto his belly.

He might not have a future with Cain, but he had his fantasies and he could live with that. It didn’t mean he’d ignore the bone-deep desire to pursue him.

Cain Ables fit his wildest fantasies, and he wanted Cain to be his reality, too.

Chapter Eight

Thursday morning, Cain stared at the measly wardrobe he’d brought along with him to Cedarwood. He hadn’t planned on getting away with his transgression for this long and had assumed someone would drag him back to California. He fiddled with the button-down shirt and designer jeans. Those wouldn’t work for farming. He owned nothing that was suitable.

His family hadn’t shown up yet, which pleased him, but he also didn’t have ready cash to buy something new. He’d told his agent where he’d gone, but the agent hadn’t ensured money found its way to him.

Fuck.If he called Andrew, he’d blow the surprise. He wanted to arrive at the farm, declare his desire to work and show Andrew he could be a real man, not just a caricature.

He picked up his phone. The only other person he knew in Cedarwood was Liam. He hadn’t even met Stone, Liam’s husband, yet. As the call buzzed, he drummed his fingers on his thigh. “Come on, Liam. Answer, please?” he murmured.

The call connected. “Yes?”

“Hi, Liam, it’s Cain. I need help.”Do I sound desperate?

“We don’t have our first run-through until Monday. What do you need?” Liam asked.

“You’re in Vegas, aren’t you?”Shit.“I’m stuck.”

“In mud?”

“No, I’m heading out to Andrew’s farm, but I don’t know what to wear.” He bounced his foot. The gesture always signaled his frayed nerves.

Liam laughed. “You’re what?”

“You heard me.” He tried to keep the annoyance from his voice, but he hated when people laughed at him. Maybe he’d heard it too many times from his mother in regards to his acting ability. She sure liked the money he made in the films, but she could be savage about his performance.

“I did, but I didn’t believe it,” Liam said. “You’re going to break his heart.”

“I like him. Is that a crime?”

“You don’t know what you like.”

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