I laugh. “Daily, huh?”
Sitting up halfway, he sips his drink and spins the umbrella with his fingers. “While here, yes.”
“I’m okay with that.” I smile, adjusting my sunglasses, and he snorts, looking back at the sky while lowering his.
“I don’t see you hurrying with those emails.”
I bark out a laugh. “You’re right. Sorry. I’ll get right to that. You’re ordering me around like one of your assistants now, I see.”
He glances back at me, looking up enough for me to catch my reflection in his glasses. “No. I wouldn’t be sitting here, patiently waiting to be naked with any of my assistants.”
“Good. Let it stay that way.”
“Stop delaying it from happening and it will,” he snaps back, and a chuckle falls from my lips.
“Aye aye, captain.” I give him a salute and take off back inside. I head into my office and take care of what I said I would, my eyes bouncing between the computer screen and the clock on the wall. I thrum my fingers while I read a message from Lisa about the filming being delayed two more days. That’s fine by me. Means more time locked in the house with Sterling, showing him he doesn’t need anything outside this little paradise I plan on sharing with him forever.
He wants to go to the beach; I’ll create one for him in the back yard. He wants a shaded patio to sip tea and read from; I’ll build him one. So many of the renovations I had done were done with him in mind.
I finish up my work, and when I return outside, he’s letting his robe fall to the ground and diving in the pool. Smiling, I take off my clothes and go in after him. We spend hours in the water, swimming, wading, and fucking, so many that by the time we get out, we’re both starving.
Sterling lifts himself out before me, his wet body shimmering in the fading sun, and he’s better than any sunset I’ve ever seen.The way his thigh muscles squeeze when he walks and how much that perfect ass bounces when he increases the speed of his steps . . . His skin is smooth and flawless, and the freckles only add to his perfection rather than taking away from it.
“Are you coming?” He whips his head back, smirking at me. “I need you to make me one of those famous sandwiches of yours.”
“Yeah. Wanted to enjoy the view a little longer.”
He scoffs, waving me off, and continues toward the house. I quickly catch up to him, pulling him to my side, and we both enter through the back, naked, not bothering with towels or clothes while we prepare the food or when we are sitting at the table.
Sterling always has to sit close enough to be touching me in some way, and I’m perfectly okay with that. There are times I still need him to be closer, to have a part of him overlapping me until his skin almost feels fused to mine, like we’re one person.
It’s like he knows it too, accommodating me, pressing tighter and binding us together in other ways, whether it be our fingers intertwining or his foot sitting on mine.
“How do you make these so good?” he says before polishing off the rest of the piece in his hand.
“I don’t do anything special. You just go too long without eating, so anything can taste amazing when you do that.”
He rolls his eyes, stealing a pickle from my plate. “I don’t go that long without eating. I keep snacks in my dressing room that you don’t see.”
“If it’s Lisa approved, then it doesn’t count.”
He chokes on a laugh, laying his head on my shoulder. “Can we watch a movie downstairs today?” He rubs his face on my shirt.
“What do you have in mind?” I say, looking down at his fidgeting fingers.
“I . . . I was thinking we could watch one of our movies.” He flits his gaze up at me. “You know, one of the movies we made together.”
“Yeah.” My lips stretch. “We can do that.”
I worry I won’t choose the right one at first, while I’m connecting my phone to the TV, but then my stomach unclenches when he sits closer to the edge of the couch with his hand on a closed fist, eyes glowing. He watches his hands, covered in my blood as he cuts me and licks it off his fingers.
He smiles, eyes glued to the screen, and his cock is growing hard. He’s always his hardest when blood is involved. He didn’t think I noticed in the shower when we were at his place and Kathy’s blood drenched the air, but I did. It sent him on a new high and he’s getting hooked on it. So much so that he sought it out that day on his own, lowering the machete again and again because he needed more, while lying to himself about it being for other reasons.
I don’t think he believes it as much as he did in the beginning, and I hope it’ll come easier next time. I’m hoping he’ll keep going until he’s awoken that part of him so much that there’s no return of who he once thought he was.
He’ll need more and more. I’ll keep giving it to him too. If I need to, I’ll give him the whole fucking world, punctured and bleeding, so he can roll around in it on camera.
Sitting back against the couch cushions, he spreads his legs, and I shove my hand between his thighs, stroking him slowly before I pick up the pace. He forces his eyes wider, immersing himself in the scene unfolding in front of him, going back to that moment I knew was important for me to save. We go back together, breaths heavy and our erotic sounds merging together. When it’s over, I take out my video camera, telling him to show me what he thought the character in the last movie he made would do in bed with his romantic partners.