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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Three | Where It All Started…

[ D O M ' S P O V ]

THE banquet was mandatory, everyone from the RAW roster had to attend or suffer the punishment. It was the one night a year they honored the wrestlers who built this company on their backs - the legends.

Hunter had already found me, gave me the stern talk earlier about showing up on time and axing any ideas of drama.

Tough to do when I had the love of my life basically fading away in front of me.

The pills, the boozes, the endless pain between us was all coming to a devasting head and I wasn't entirely sure I could pick up these pieces.

While she had slept I had gone through every piece of luggage for every damn pill she could have hid and tossed them in a dumpster outside of the bus. Sitting in the small armchair I waited for her to get up, soaking in the fact that she seemed so peacefull.

Stiring awake I watched her in the dark search for her phone, not saying a word and scaring her. "Dom?"

"Yeah, banquet is in an hour," my voice trailed off not sure what else to say anymore.

She sat there, messy hair pushed to one side and the sheet against her chest trying to cover up how hard her nipples were knowing I was looking. It was hard not to pay attention to the jerk of my cock against my sweat pants with her sitting there naked.

"I don't think I should go. Its just embarassing for you. I can stay here," her voice was still sleepy and soft.

Shifting in my seat, losing the arousal, I snipped: "To do what? Get high?" Pausing I let her face wrinkle in defeat. "I already found all your secret stashes and threw them out."

The anger almost erupted from her body as she sat straight up. "Are you kidding me, Dom? I need those pills incase of an emegergency. You don't have the right, we aren't anything. We grew up together, the hormones took over and that was it. We were never meant to be. No one finds their forever love at 14."

Dragging myself to stand up, I let my hands rest on my hips and my head fall. "I know its the pills talking. You wanna get mean? Go ahead, hermosa. I can take it."

She let the sheet drop, comtemplating how to hate me when I pulled the shirt off my back. Pushing off my sweats with my back turned I adjusted myself in my boxerbriefs before opening the descent size closet where my suit hung up.

"I hate you."

"Wouldn't be the first time, baby." Kneeling on the bed, I fished under the blanket for her ankle, grasping on and dragging her down to me. Leaning down into my closed fists driving into the bed I looked her in the eyes, "Do you want to hate fuck me baby?"

I watched her swollow the lump in her throat as her back arched into me without her permission.

Whispering against her lips, the friction alone spoke right to my cock. Straining to get free in my boxerbriefs, "Or do you prefer fucking my friends?"

A small whimper escaped her lips as I pushed the sheet between us up to her hips, gladdly displaying her bare pussy while I wedged myself between her barely open legs.

"Dom," her voice broke over my name, not getting any other words out.

Catching her lips I let my tongue sneak inside her mouth, wrestling between heavy breathes. "What, baby?" I knew she couldn't answer but I was forcing her anyways. Pressing her palm against the bulge inside my boxerbriefs I leaned even more into her body, leaving kisses on her neck. "Doesn't that feel better than some fucking pills? I can make you come harder…"

Her hands came up between us, pressing against my chest, "I can't… Dom… I…" She was out of breath, begging me to stop but her hips were begging me not to.

“Can’t let me fuck you?” My hand covered hers, pressing her hand around my length and sucking in air.

Pushing herself away she crashed against the pillows. “I can’t, this never solves anything.”

“Next time you need to get high, you come to me. Not my friends, not people I work with - me.” Slowly escaping her legs I gave myself a hard squeeze, searching for relief anyway I could. “I gotta shower. Get dressed.”

The bus had a full shower, big enough to get the job done, not necessarily anything fun. Leaving the door open I stepped under the water, already wrapping my fingers around my girth and lazily stroking.

“Fuck,” slipped from my mouth as my fingers squeezed around my tip.

My forehead bullied the shower wall, pressing into it, jerking myself off the way I wanted her pussy to. I was so engrossed in making myself come I didn't hear her come in until I heard the additional water running in the sink.

Letting my mouth fall open I turned my head enough to look at her in that red thong, leaning into the mirror while she put on her makeup. I stiffled all my moans, choking them in my throat and breathing too heavily to trully silence.

Her ass was on display and her tits were pushed up into a lace bra that made focusing too hard.

I was just about to topple over the edge, squeezing myself as I stroked down my length and clamping my eyes shut. Peeling them open I saw her facing me, eyes stuck to me and my hand when I smirked.

She said nothing when she left the bathroom, leaving me there with the water coming down over my head.

The slender suit fit like a glove when I checked that everything was in place. Including the small gold chain with the ring hanging from it.

She came into view from the front of the bus in a tight black dress hugging every curve in a torturous way. "Stunning, mi amor." Without realizing it I leaned in kissing her head to avoid disrupting her makeup or hair too much.

"Best behavior, right?"

"Everyone is gonna be there. Every single VP and boss I have. There's gonna be alcohol..." I didn't know how to ask her what the plan was without sounding like i was babysitting her myself.

Smoothing down her dress she looked at herself in the mirror like she wasn't enough. Standing behind her I bent my elbow, looping my arm around her neck, still towering above her. "Two drinks max," her voice was nearly a whisper like it wasn't for me to hear. Just a motto to herself for tonight.

"We can get drunk and fuck after," I pressed against her ass. Every hard inch of me trying to mold to her ass.

Twisting around her eyes avoided mine, "Dom. You aren't my parent or boyfriend."

"Maybe that's the fucking problem babe. I just fucking jacked off in the shower while you watched and that doesn't count as your boyfriend? What am I, mi amore?"

"Someone I keep trying to move on from. Haven’t I fucked enough of your friends and enemies.”

Everything about her stressed that we weren’t anything the same way she did as a teenager. I always blamed her inability to love but maybe it was me not seeing her truth.

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Two | Where It All Started…

The way I avoided Dom for two days felt criminal but I was filled to the brim with guilt and shame. Everything we done to each other had came to a head and facing him felt like a awe-striking mirror.

I was moving around our house in the dead of the night, sneaking around corners and Dom was letting me until he wasn’t.

I crept downstairs and into the kitchen not noticing Dom in the living room until he flicked on a light. “I let you avoid me but our flight is today.”

“I know.” I didn’t argue or fight him on it. I had no more cards to play. I was day two of no boozes or pills, a weakened state with a full blown migraine going strong.

”I’m gonna go pack. Do I need to be worried?” He’s long, lean, body stalked over to the kitchen island and paused waiting for me to confirm I was abandoning my non-existent life here to go on the road with him.

“I’m fine, Dom. I’m not sneaking pills or boozes. I feel guilty enough without your judging eyes.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound sharp but it was defensive for me.

He didn’t say anything when he beat me to the stairs, making his way back to guest room where he had been hiding out too.

Pausing mid-staircase he tossed his words behind him, “Finn knows to stay away from you. He’s lucky he’s alive so don’t worry about him."

I wasn't worried about him I was embarassed. Slightly mortified and full of shame.

Staying behind enough to let Dom retreat back into the guest room where he had been hidding I felt the anxiety land center of my chest like a brick. My hands shook, my heart was pounding in my chest and I kept trying to breathe through the panic attack.

I don't need the pills, least that is what I kept telling myelf over and over until it felt less like a lie. A lie that didn't feel right after I couldn't remember that night Finn was over. The night I took too many with my whiskey and siezed up on Finn's lap.

All of it was a blur, all I remembered was Dom being my knight and shining armor, slaying my dragons without me asking.

Climbing the stairs, I closed the doors behind me and slid down the wall trying to catch my breath. I had tried to calm down but my hands only shook harder. Finding no relief in privacy I crawled over to my night stand in search for the stash of pills I hid incase of moments like this.

Fishing through the drawer I found them, the sweet sound of the pill bottle, I uncapped it and pushed a pill past my lips.

The high hit me like a ton of bricks, like a weighted blanket but for your soul when I took a deep breath in and exhaled piece of mind.

Crawling into bed I scrolled through my phone at old videos and pictures of us the way I did every night until I fell asleep.

Startling me awake I felt Dom's hand caress my shoulder, lightly shaking me. "Seriously? I reminded you a million times about our flight."

"I'm awake, Dom."

"Do you think I'm stupid? I know what sleeping the high off looks like." His voice might as well gut punched me for real, the way it felt like. "You said you stopped taking them."

Pushing off the bed, I squared my shoulders and held my head high enough to create perfect posture. "I'm fine, Dom. You're paranoid."

Shoving my way past his disappointed expression I stepped into the open bathroom, tugging my oversized shirt off and exposing my naked body like it would fix us the way it always did.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched his gaze hit the floor quickly, fixing itself on anything but me.

"Nothing you haven't seen before."

"I don't even know who you are anymore. This version... you... maybe you were right, we were never going to work."

My eyes watered and a single tear traveled down my face until it rolled down my chest. It felt like too much had happened, too many mistakes. It was the ending we never got.

Holding the shirt to my chest I pivoted enough on my feet to slip down the wall again. Dom towered over me, his expression disgusted the way I had never seen before.

"Get cleaned up. I am leaving in an hour and I'm not having you try to fuck more of my friends."

It was the first time Dom didn't pick me up off the floor and try to fix me. It felt crueler than I was even used to in our worst moments.

Forcing myself into the shower, I let my eyes flood and my shoulders slump again as I sobbed. Hugging myself, I twisted off the water and forced myself to get dressed knowing damn well I had packed more plan b pills into my suitecase.

Letting myself go into autopilot as soon as we loaded his car, I sat back, closing my eyes and remembering a time worse than now if it existed. I need to cling to us anyway I could to get through this.

Past

Nineteen, Miami

We had been in penthouse apartment for one year already, flying by while Dom continued to train most hours of the day.

It was my stupid birthday, the one day I hated out of the year because it was the constant reminder that I was mistake. My parents had abandoned me, I was an orphan now, and every mistake I made felt like the confirmation I was just taking up space.

I had been working at the bar for a few months now when Dom showed up with his friends who immediately occupied our biggest booth. I didn't expect him to even remember the bar's name when I looked down at my uniform that clung to every curve of me.

I was already embarassed to have him see me when I forced my eyes to focus through the shots patient's bought me all night.

One my regulars walked in when my manager took me off the bar to attend to their every whim. More like flirting and taking their money. I didn't want to be used to using my sexuality but I was. It was my weapon but always destructive.

Dom clocked me as I walked over to the table already tipsy, leaning into the tall bar table and greeting my regulars. His hands grazed my side, my ass, laughing while I tried not to cringe knowing Dom was watching.

I felt violated suddenly with the liquor running through my system and the short shorts showing off way too much of my backside.

Putting the order in at the kitchen I nearly stumbled coming out of the swinging doors when Dom's hand clutched around my arm, above my elbow. Dragging me behind him he pressed me against the wall, a snarl across his face.

"This is what the fuck you've been doing? Getting drunk and prarading around in nothing?" His head was bent and his mouth was tight delivering his pre-cursor to insults.

"This is my job... I don't want to hear it."

His hand planted behind me on the wall boxed me in while his other hand took a hand full of my ass under my shorts. "And what about me, baby? I can't get you but these assholes drunk off their ass can?

Arching my back, not in a mood to argue, I let my hand fist the material of his shirt. "Go ahead, take what you want so badly. It's what everyone does anyways. You were the only person who let me choose, Dom, but go ahead. Fuck me until you get sick of it."

His grip on me loosened and I lost my balance falling to the sticky floor, looking up at his hate for me.

"Your fucking disgusting."

That memory flooded my brain, playing on a loop and making my eyes ache from the tears I wanted to shed but I had run dry.

The same heavy feeling cascaded over me when the plane landed and I knew I had to face everyone. This was a small pool of talent and nothing went unsaid, everyone knew everything. The weight of that truth felt like mud in my veins and I could breathe again.

While Dom grabbed the rental keys I managed to sneak another pill inside my mouth, already loosing track of how many I had snuck already.

Once we got to the venue none of that weight existed, it melted away with the pain killers.

Parking outside the tour bus I recognized as his dad’s he sat there, paused. “There’s a banquet tonight, paper view tomorrow. I’m not letting you out of my site.”

“I’ll be fine on the bus by myself.”

Reaching for the door handle I stepped out of the car when Dom matched my every move. “I wanted to trust you. I wanted to believe you. I know you’re high.”

“What’s your problem, Dom? I’ve seen you have vices, I’ve seen you fuck other girls, I’ve seen you at your worst and I still didn’t kick you when you were down. I finally let myself love you, out loud, and I lost our baby. How do you expect me to get over it?”

He flicked open the trunk, face still wrinkled with disappointment. “Apparently fucking my friends, babe.”

“Fuck you,” I shot back.

“We leave at 7 for the banquet. Dress nice.” I heard him say as I was already walking away. Raising my middle finger I pulled the bus door open and headed to the familiar bedroom. The infamous bedroom where we got drunk and he once rejected Liv.

I crawled into bed, like I always did these days and waited out the storm. The depression inches up my body and the pain pills pin it in place by the time my eyes close.

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THE PACK | Chapter Thirteen

Brody had music on low as he burned out down the road, “Okay, so we’re driving now. How about some closure?”

“There’s this spot we use to go to,” he trailed off, truly avoiding any real solution here.

“Brody. Start talking. Why are you being stubborn?”

“I put in all the work. I’ve been trying since puberty. You get drunk once with him and fuck?”

“I don’t know what happened. It was out of nowhere.”

“That was suppose to be me. We were gonna finish school, get a place, have the jobs we want and get married.”

“And what if I didn’t want sex once while married? You’d have sex behind my back again?”

“That’s different.”

“Not really. I knew you my whole life, that’s like marriage. There wasn’t anything you didn’t know or experience with me. To find out you had other girls? Devastating. Funny thing is if you told me straight up hey this turns me on to the point of I’m gonna have to cheat I probably would of fucked you in high school!”

“Then why were you still with me? Why did we keep fucking around if you knew about the girls?”

“Because who else was I suppose to be myself with? Who else am I gonna get drunk with? Because who else am I gonna fool around with?” I continued, “I got horny too Brody, I just wasn’t ready.”

“But I could see you naked, shower, dry hump you, put a toy between your legs, fucking finger you while we made out?” “Yes. I was comfortable with you. I trusted you.”

Brody grabbed my hand as he pulled up to a clearing and parked, “Well was it all you thought?”

“I think so. Just waiting for it to fade. Less distracting.”

“Being horny? It won’t. Not using condoms doesn’t help. I think you have to be with someone awhile. You remember this spot?”

I laughed and listened to him talk, “First party of freshman year. You were the only girl staring out at the city instead of drinking and dancing.”

I didn’t speak I let him, “He treat you good?”

I turned towards the window I thought I saw lights, it was very secluded, many drug deals happened in this part of the mountain. Finally I answered, “Very. He’s super nice, gentleman, nice. He even interrupted my lecture to get me go out with him after I ignored him.”

Brody sat up looking out my window, “That’s who I’m waiting for.”

He rolled down the window and passed a $100 bill over for an exchange of a baggy with white powder. I knew he smoked and drank but hard drugs? I waited for the stranger to leave and immediately ripped the bag out of his hand.

“What are you doing?!”

“Calm down. It’s not coke, it’s something to keep me focused.

“We weren’t like that. Ever.”

“No, you weren’t like that. You were always different. Alex and I? We gave in a long time go sweetheart. She’s been having sex and drinking since she was 12. I got our first blunt from her. I’ve been taking pills since high school, how else could I take all honors, sports and still party?”

“Just take me back Brody.”

He turned facing me, getting closer, “You were the one inspiring us to be better. This whole time. I’m a little lost without that.”

“You’re the one who stormed out because I wasn’t ready for sex.”

“I’m sorry for that. I was frustrated, you were half naked and I kept thinking how I’ve been trying since we were 14. Do you know what that’s like? I was on top of you, you were fucking naked and I wanted you. Fuck even your parents asked me if I took your virginity in high school. They knew what we were doing.”

“My parents??”

“Yes. You’re Dad knew we fooled around and shit. In high school, freshman year, I remember we used his shower because it was the new house and he had this dope shower head. We kissed a few times, nothing wild before we got in. I left the door open because I knew nothing would happen. We got in, hot wet, I pushed you against the wall and started touching you. You were kissing my neck and my head was turned towards the door. Your dad was frozen. After we got out he pulled me aside and asked me if we were sexually active with each other. I got interrogated about condoms, safe sex and shit.”

“My mom?”

“In your old house. We were drinking wine, the TV was playing but we were making out. First time I fingered you. You were moaning and your mom heard. When I left she called my name and asked me to come in her room. She told me the amount of fooling around we did was going to amount to some bad decisions. She told me not to put a condom on in front of you because that’s awkward and you’d wanna help. She told me to be careful and Shit. She said you hated horse back riding classes and I would have to pop your cherry. She also told me to be careful with you. She thought we’d be forever.”

“I miss my mom.”

His hand was on my leg as I continued, “Do you feel better now? About Dylan and us not happening?”

“I still want to hurt him. You better be on birth control now.”

I bit my lips knowing I wasn’t and it probably was a dumb idea. He turned towards me and asked, “Closure?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant but he came closer to me I felt his lips against mine. I froze. The kiss was long and I felt his tongue enter my mouth as they tangled. He felt familiar, safe. He pulled away but his lips were still brushing against mine, “damn.”

I felt his hands wrap around me as he pulled me closer and his lips crashed against mine. I pushed him away gently, “That was your last kiss. Closure.” We were both breathing heavily and I tried to not be turned on but I was.

He took my back to the party and both of the boys were sitting on the curb more then drunk with more then one empty bottle next to them. Dylan jumped up too quickly as Posey put his arm around him, helping each other stay up right.

Brody went inside his own home as I told Dylan he wouldn’t be a problem anymore. We went back inside so I could catch up on drinking. Dylan was dancing and still drinking but beer now.

I told Alex we were doing shots now as I told her some of what happened. I asked her about Posey, what was happening or what she wanted. She said, “It’s just fun. No feelings. He did help with the place tho. Heavy lifting. He got rewarded.”

We both laughed so much. I asked her if she had some pot because the memories of my mom were eating at me, not the house but her knowing Brody and never knowing Dylan.

She ran inside and came back with a blunt already rolled and lite the end. I took a big puff as one of Dylan’s cast mates came over and I suddenly felt very caught. He sat down next to me, “Drinking and smoking?” I shook my head at the older gentleman and he puffed on the blunt before handing it back.

He asked me some basic questions before thanking me for having him. It was 2 AM before everyone started to leave and welcome us back home. It was just us 4 inside around the kitchen island talking, munching on pizza. Posey asked, “Dyl, how was Maze Runner? Sexy scenes?”

He laughed hard, “Nah. Hero Shit. Amazing cast! Can’t wait for my Teen Wolf fam! Season 3!!”

Posey asked Dylan, “When’s your mom’s flight in? My mom said she’ll be here around noon.”

Dylan had the most serious face ever, “What??”

Posey laughed, “Bro you’re mom is coming to town tomorrow. She knew you got back and we start filming again in two weeks. Her and my mom planned lunch. My mom is cooking lunch here. I told her it’s nicer then our place. We haven’t cleaned.”

Dylan stood up, “Bro! You couldn’t have texted me that?! I’m fucking hammered!” Posey laughed knowing he’d feel like shit tomorrow.

He turned towards, “Well hope your ready to meet my mom!”

Alex told me, “I invited your dad already. He’s a crowd pleaser.” Knowing his mom was coming made me nervous but I knew I was charming with parents.

I leaned over kissing Dylan’s neck as I whispered in his ear, “Bed time baby?” He touched my hip and told me he’d be right up, I could tell he was distracted by his mom coming. I kissed his neck a few more times before he looked at me understanding what I meant.

The stairs were right near the kitchen so I stepped out of my shorts leaving them at the bottom of the stairs. Next I left my shirt in the hallway. Leaving a trail of my clothes including my panties and bra. I left the door open listening to the boys talk while Alex cleaned.

Posey asked him, “How’s Shit? Still fucking like bunnies?”

Dylan laughed, “It’s worse bro. I’d give up food for that pussy.”

Posey asked him, “Protection? Dude. She’s gonna get knocked up.”

Dylan shook his head knowing that could very well happen, “It’s just too good man. I don’t wanna stop for a fucking piece of rubber. I pull out most of the time.”

Tyler told him, “Fucking last month Alex had to take Plan B. I fucked up bro. Scary ass shit. Alex does this shit while I’m putting one on she’ll fucking tease me man.”

Dylan went silent, “Damn bro. You good now?” Tyler laughed and Dylan asked him, “You staying over?”

He stood up again, “You know it baby boy! Don’t forget her dad is gonna be her. Wear some clothes to bed.” They hugged each other and said I love you before Dylan came up stairs. He was more sober now and distracted. I had fallen asleep almost immediately when Dylan crawled into bed pulling me against him as we slept.

I woke up to a snoring Dylan who wasn’t completely naked like I was. I carefully got out of bed tying my see through robe around my body and starting the shower. Alex knocked softly before coming in, Dylan’s blanket was at his hips and his underwear lower.

She stood frozen before saying, “Damn! He ain’t some skinny geeky kid.” I laughed asking her what’s up and she asked for a razor because she didn’t have any. I started the shower, I need to not smell like alcohol or weed before we had parents over.

I turned to Alex, “Invite your mom.” Alex laughed, “She doesn’t care where I live or how for that matter. Your dad is my dad by default today.”

We both laughed. She left the door open because we weren’t the type to close doors even when we peed. I took a long hot shower, using hair masks and face masks.

My dad was the first to arrive and found Dylan looking naked when he wasn’t. He coughed loudly which didn’t wake him up so he shouted “Dylan!”

He jumped up terrified, sitting up asking my Dad, “Oh my god. What’s wrong?”

My dad calmly asked, “Where’s my daughter Dylan?”

Dylan rubbed his face trying to wake up and calm his heart back down, “Uh she’s gotta be in the shower.”

My dad waited, “Well get up. Tell her I’m having someone set up outside and I got Posey’s mom everything she needed. No shorts or half naked anything. There’s gonna be people in and out.” He turned around as Dylan got up, “Dylan don’t take offense but shower too okay?”

Dylan laughed as he came in the bathroom, “Hey you’re dad has people setting up Shit. And Posey’s mom is gonna be here. Your dad is outside.”

I stepped out of the shower naked watching Dylan react to my naked body moving past him. I wrapped a towel right around my body and stepped outside the door letting Dylan shower. My dad immediately said, “You okay meeting his mom? You two haven’t been dating long.”

I didn’t know how to feel or what to really expect, his mom was close to his ex and I’m the wild card. “I guess so. We’ll see.”

My dad whispered, “Please remember his family is from New Jersey and aren’t like people in LA. They’re much more refined.”

I was offended, “I’m always well behaved. Excuse me?” My dad responded, “You two are always all over each other. His mom won’t respond to that well.”

Dylan came out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his hips and one hand shaking through his hair. “Babe are my suitcases in the car still?”

My dad excused himself while we got dressed. Dylan was quieter then ever and I couldn’t tell if it was because his mom or Brody last night. He never asked me what happened.

I walked over to him and kissed his naked back, “Are you okay?” He stopped doing what he was and stood up, “Are we gonna talk about what happened last night?”

I sat down in front of him on the bed, “We just hashed it out. He’s known me forever he just felt betrayed, like I was his.”

Dylan snorted to himself, “His? Obviously you weren’t gonna be with him! He tried for years. He try anything?”

I kissed his tummy above his unbuttoned pants, “He tried to kiss me but I pushed him away.”

Dylan’s hands ran through my hair, “I wanna kill him. Fuck that guy.” We got ready and headed downstairs to be greeted by Posey’s mom cooking so much food.

Dylan’s mom finally arrived and pulled him into a big hug. I stood in the back next to Alex. Even Posey hugged Dylan’s mom. Dylan stepped next to me and said to his mom, “Mom, this is the girl I told you about. My new girlfriend.”

I pushed out my hand and offered my name. She was warm and kind but I could tell she wanted information on what happened with Dylan and Brittany instead of seeing me first. I waited for everyone to go sit at the table as I carried the wine knowing I’d need it.

Dylan spoke to his mom about his sister, family, being in Georgia and Teen Wolf starting again. That’s when my dad jumped in to praise his work ethic to his mom. His mom had a lot of questions besides Brit too. “This is a new house? This wasn’t the last one I saw you and Tyler in.”

Dylan touched my leg under the table trying to anchor me to the situation instead of being invisible, “This is my girl’s house. We had a welcome home party last night and decided to do this here instead because it was over really late.”

She suddenly turned to me, “Do you work on the show too? So young to own a home.”

I sipped my mimosa before answering, “No, I’m a full time student with honors. This was a property we owned but stopped living here after my mother died of cancer here.”

My dad looked at me like I could have left that part out instead of sounding morbid. She asked me simple things like my age, where I grew up and things along those lines.

Tyler excused himself to help his mom with dessert while Alex cleared the plates. It was only my dad, Dylan, his mom and I. They did it on purpose.

Now she was blunt, “I’m sorry to ask but I don’t know what happened with Britney. I didn’t expect to meet someone new in Dylan’s life.”

I was growing inpatient with her grilling me so I simply said, “Short version? She was cheating behind his back.” Dylan stepped in, “I met her on set while she visiting her dad before I found out Brit was cheating. It was like a movie, something clicked before anything even happened.”

His mom inquired, “How Long have you been dating? How far has the relationship gone?”

I looked at Dylan to answer, “Mom! Come on. I’m 22 now. It’s gone where you think it’s gone.”

She continued to grill us in my own house, “Were you both tested before you became active?”

“She was a virgin when we met.”

His mom asked to speak to him alone so my dad and I excused ourselves while they walked towards the pool area. My dad leaned in telling me, “I told you. She’s very small town, very structured and use to the image Brit gave off. Brit had less depth, desire, strength or she put on an act. Right now she’s telling him to be careful who he gets involved with because you have the gift of a trust fund. And she’s going to question how someone stays a 22 year old virgin in LA with a semi famous dad.”

I rolled my eyes, parents were awful except mine. Even Alex’s mom was an alcoholic after getting fired from a day time soap. She didn’t even notice Alex anymore. Brody’s parents were too busy rubbing elbows with the right people to remember they had a son instead of some trophy. And the worst? My dad use to be invisible until my mom died and I was his problem.

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THE PACK | Chapter Twelve

“Hard to miss the party across the street. There’s been movers for months. I knew your dad wouldn’t sell this place. I knew it had to be you.”

“Well thanks for the wine but it’s probably not a good idea you’re here.” I stood there staring at the ground and swaying from side to side.

“Seriously? I practically grew up in this house. You know how much trouble we’d get into?” The tension was between the charm, wedged in so tight it felt like a bomb waiting to go off.

“Dylan is literally right across the pool Brody. I just got back from Georgia and I don’t have the mental capacity to pull him off you.”

Dylan walked over - no doubt from Alex flagging him down. He was more then buzzed when he put his arm around me as Brody stood his ground waiting to be told to leave. Pushing the boundary.

Dylan didn’t say anything to him, simply slinking next to me.

Brody told Dylan, “Hey, man. Just brought some wine over. Not trying to steal your girl.”

Dylan laughed as he kissed my forehead, “Steal my girl, huh?”

“What’s your problem bro? Every time I talk to her your little spider man scenes kick in. You afraid her remembering what we had is gonna trigger something? Afraid she still loves me? Insecure in the bedroom?”

Dylan’s arm was no longer around me and he got closer to Brody, “Trigger? You’re the one coming to our place trying to get her alone. Didn’t you get her alone enough and fail?”

“Then why are you scared of me??” Brody smirked knowing he was pushing Dylan mentally even though their chests collided.

Tyler was close by, intently watching, waiting and anxious.

“Go ahead man. Say whatever is on your mind. Get it out. Whatever you say I’ll always know you never got her in bed.”

“Sure about that? We’ve had a lot of sleep overs. In fact, we use to naked more than clothed. Jealous, O’Brien?”

Dylan pushed him but Brody didn’t stop, “This House is our childhood together. One giant memory. This pool right here? We use to skinny dip. The hot tub? I use to stick my fingers between her legs. The den? We’d watched porn for the first time. The closet in her room? We’d hot box. Her room? Alex bought her a vibrator and well I used it on her more than she did herself. The balcony?” Brody got in his face, “That’s where we’d make out and hook up. Ain’t that right? Tell your little boyfriend I’m wrong.”

Dylan looked down trying to control his own anger as Brody continued. I could see his first ball up and I tried to tell Brody to stop but he continued anyways. “I fucking held her for two days after her mom died upstairs in her bedroom.”

Dylan grabbed his shirt, “You wanna know my memories? I remember her being naked in my own goddamn bed when I got between her legs and did what you couldn’t. You wanna know something? It’s not a fucking competition when I’ve cum inside her without condoms.” Dylan pushed him again, “You wanted sex. I got to love her. That’s the difference between us.” Getting in his face, inches apart, he said. “Get the fuck out of my house before I knock you out.”

Before I could even be shocked or ask Dylan to repeat himself Brody punched him landing on his cheek bone hard.

Posey immediately flew between them while Dylan scrapped to get to Brody, grabbing his clothes and hungry to get him back. Dylan finally reached him pushing him down while he punched him, straddling him to do so. Posey pulled him off and told me take him inside so I did. I dragged him upstairs the furthest away I could get him.

“Hey. You got him. It’s over. Calm down..”

I closed my bedroom door and Dylan sat on my bed. Alex left out no details down to my bed and art cover the walls.

“I fucking hate that guy.”

I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wet it down for him, “It’s gonna sting, okay?”

Dylan’s hands were on my legs as I cleaned him up. He looked at me, “Your dad knows. He knew before Georgia. We talked before I left. He knew I fell for you before I even told him.”

“Dylan.”

“I took him to a baseball game. I think he’s okay with us. He knew the minuet I couldn’t do that scene on set with you..” I couldn’t say it back. Not yet. I was partly scared and partly in denial of my own feelings. I was avoiding analyzing my own heart in the matter.

Tyler thankful came to check on Dylan before I could muster a response.

“Bro! What the fuck!”

Dylan’s hands rubbed his face before he stood up, “I hate that dude bro.”

“You’re fist hitting his face made that obvious.”

“He’s pushing me!”

“She told you Shit wasn’t like that so why are you letting him bother you?”

“Dude. Come on. It’s not easy hearing that shit. Hooked up on the balcony? Really?”

I interjected quickly, “It really wasn’t like that. It had zero emotion.”

Posey looked at me like I was hiding the truth, how could two teens share so much and not be connected deeper. He was the opposite of myself, he stayed with her instead. He inquired what the deal was.

I replied, “With Brody? Yes, we’ve been through a lot but that doesn’t mean we treated each other well or loved each other.”

“Well what?” Posey asked while Dylan soaked up my every word.

“For instance, you’re worried about hooking up with him on a balcony, well it didn’t end well. That was the first time I told him I wasn’t ready for sex after he pushed for hours and nothing I did was enough. He was calm, we continued to just make out and some light touching. The next day at school he lied – making up 1000,0000,0000 lies about me throwing myself at him. That’s really how it would go. I became a quick whore with everyone we knew. Everyone treated us like a couple while I was only hooking up and he was sleeping with every other girl.”

Dylan hated him more now when all I wanted was to clear what we were not, in love or sexual. Just friends. Dylan darted out of the bedroom headed outside where Brody was pushed. He was getting in his car when Dylan pushed him against the door saying, “You’re a piece of shit! I know what you did to her!”

Brody pushed him back gaining some air and touching his busted lip, “Finally talked around me huh? We were teenagers. Get over it.”

Tyler and I ran after him watching them wrestle with each other while yelling.

Brody continued, “She threw herself at me! Teased me, got naked in front of me, I fucking showered with her but I couldn’t get any. Instead she gets wasted at some party and a complete stranger comes along. Least I knew her bro.” “It wasn’t like that. We were both drinking.”

He looked at me instead of Dylan, “Do you know how many times I carried your drunk ass to bed? How many times did we both get drunk and naked? How many times did you breath heavy against me? How many damn times did you let me touch you but you could barely blow me? You don’t even know this guy and he got it all.”

I stepped forward, “We weren’t in love, Brody! I knew you didn’t wanna be in love! You even fucked other girls and thought it was secret!”

“Because I’d fucking leave your place with a hard on from fucking around! I was a goddamn teenager! Of course I had sex but it didn’t stop me from loving you.”

“You wanna rehash memories? Find a way to close the book on us? What do you want me to fucking tell you? How about telling Dylan he can stop protecting you by hitting me.”

“In private. I’m not fucking talking to these guys.”

I rolled my eyes, kissing Dylan’s cheek asking him for time and he said, “I’ll be right over there. Probably drinking and watching. Hear that? Watching.”

“Get in. Going for a drive.”

“Wait, what? No. No way,” I protested.

“You want closure? Get in.”

I turned towards Dylan and told him 5 minuets. I’ll be back as I got in the car regretting it almost instantly. Brody was never going to let us have closure, not when he enjoyed torturing Dylan so much.

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THE PACK | Chapter Eleven

Dylan broke the news to my dad first, securing his role in Teen Wolf was priority. Honestly, if they had to kill him off if he took the role I doubt he would of taken the role at all. But it would be while the show was on hiatus so it worked perfectly. He would pre-filmed scenes just to be on the safe side and I could tell my dad was relieved by Dylan’s soon to be absences.

My dad turned to me after Dylan’s news and asked when my flight out was. The complete opposite of what I expected or prepared for.

“What do you mean?” I questioned him with my entire expression confused.

“Aren’t you going with Dylan?”

I could see Dylan get smitten and the eyebrow raising out of the corner of my eye, “I have school and getting the house to a livable state…”

“Wow! You two separated for months! You’ll both get so much done without being attached.” Every ounce of sarcasm was embodied into a calm man I knew as my father. None of it made sense.

“Not the position I thought you’d take, Father…”

“There’s no point in trying to separate you two. It’s not Romeo and Juliet. Besides O’Brien and I had a lovely heart to heart.” Shifting his attention back to his computer he nearly concluded the conversation.

“Oh, did you? And what did this entail?”

“He couldn’t do his sex scene in front of you? Doesn’t that given you enough insight Peanut?”

My dad walked away all ominous and I was left looking at Dylan wondering what he had said. “Even your dad wants you to come with me. Come on. It’s a few months.”

Two weeks of breaking me down I had a suitcase packed for Georgia with zero questions asked. I put my life on hold just to not have to live through the separation.

The studio put the entire cast in apartments in some huge building and close to the studio for convenience. The loft was more than acceptable, they wanted to impress them, with luxury but I knew better to see through it.

Dylan was constantly walking around the loft working his lines and working on his body language. Seeing Dylan work, how hard he worked to build the same bond on this set as Teen Wolf made me really respect him. The whole cast was unique, young like Teen Wolf and funny but nothing seemed exactly the same.

During the day I would explore on my own, which normally meant shop. At night I worked on sending my homework to my instructors so I could keep up.

There wasn’t as many night shoots as Teen Wolf and having normal day hours almost felt crazy. We grew so much closer faster being all we had, I felt like I knew everything about him in days.

Dates felt different here.

I would get ready for hours making sure my make up and outfit was perfect when in LA dates seemed much more casual. So many people ran through dates or even had day dates because the weather was nice enough to.

I was already finishing my hair when Dylan texted me, “On my way back.” Set was a 10 minute walk and yet he still sounded out of breath when he came through the door.

Immediately pulling his shirt off his head as I peered through our bathroom at every toned muscle. “I ran here, let me just shower off.”

He was in great shape for this role. It was a lot more depended on physical stunts than Stiles in Teen Wolf. He came over to me, bending down just enough to kiss my head. “Damn. You look beautiful.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling while we both got done getting ready. Dylan was damn near perfect and I was almost waiting for the other shoe to drop.

We headed to some pub that had all the sports game, gourmet foods and still classy enough for a date. We did date night every Friday, Wednesday I would FaceTime Alex and Monday I would make sure to talk to my dad.

We had too much fun watching the game, I really just watched him watch the game, and over consumed beer. Dylan was on beer number 4 cheering for his team when I went to the bathroom. On my way back to our booth a guy stood up stopping me. “Hey, can I buy you drink? You look amazing.”

I politely declined but that didn’t stop him, most likely drunk. “Are you new around him? Mostly locals come to this bar.”

Dylan immediately hurried by my side, telling him nicely, “Hey, man, she’s with me.”

The guy turned towards his boys, “You sure man? She seems a little out of your league.”

Dylan drank the rest of his beer before turning towards him again – I interrupted before he said anything, “Hey. Babe. Let’s get out of here.”

He put his arm around me, “Yeah babe. She seems pretty satisfied, huh, bro? She’s gonna come home with me but don’t worry I’ll channel my inner frat boy when I fuck her tonight.” The guy didn’t say anything else out of anger as Dylan tossed a crisp $100 on the table before we headed out.

We both decided to walk to the hotel considering we both had way too much to drink. He didn’t stumble but he certainly wasn’t sober. Our Friday’s normally involved him drinking but I’m just glad he avoided a fight with some stranger. I’m sure the studio wouldn’t love that.

He opened another beer back at the apartment and I slipped out my heels. I looked at him and he asked, “What?”

I smiled, “Thank you for defending me but you know that stuff doesn’t bother me. He’s just some drunk guy at a bar.”

Dylan came around the island and boxing me in, I could smell beer on his lips. He said to me, “I can appreciate guys being attracted to you but not hitting on my girl in front of me.”

I touched his chest with my hands, “It is date night… no work… no homework…”

Dylan smirked, “Oh is there something you want to do?”

He leaned into me putting his beer down behind me on the counter as he whispered into my neck, “I know what you want.” He touched himself, outlining himself in his pants for me to see.

Kissing his lips before saying, “I love our bubble. No one walks in on us or has anything to say about us. We can be as loud as we want.”

Dylan’s tongue danced with mine before he whispered, “Go take off your clothes.” We made it last, slow and steady making sure to enjoy our bubble.

There wasn’t a sex scene but Maze Runner has kissing scenes. I had only seen the cast in passing so far. Dylan would be on set Monday through Friday, 6 AM to 5 PM and I was typically in our apartment or getting my own stuff done. I met them the first night but it amounted to a wave.

The director told Dylan they needed to prep the scene the night before and asked him if was okay to do it at his place instead of staying late on set. I told Dylan I’d just hide out in our room or take a bath while he worked.

I was immediately jealous seeing how she looked at him before they even started. Her hand touched his arm as they sat on the couch. Dylan’s script was all marked up and like he hadn’t put it down for months with the pages no longer perfectly straight anymore.

I was putting my fruit in the bowl and grabbing a water before leaving the area when Dylan came over, “Hey. You cool with this?”

My eyes squinted at him, “I don’t love when anyone kisses you beside me. But it’s your job.”

His hand touched my face and we slowly kissed once before we pulled away but he pulled us together again kissing me again. He whispered in my ear, “Now she’ll taste you.”

I smiled at his slickness as I left the area. I heard the director say, “That’s your girlfriend? Isn’t that Jeff’s kid? Teen Wolf’s producer?” Dylan nodded before he sat down next to her and his director said, “Wow. She grew up. Damn.”

Dylan took a minuet to shake his comment off and get in the mind set of Thomas before they exchanged lines. I heard their lips touch and the breathing catching in his throat as he sold the character’s feelings. He was an emotional actor but that’s why he’s talented.

They kissed over and over again for an hour. The same few scenes and lines before I felt like getting even.

I got undressed and put my silk robe on as I walked through putting my bowl in the sink. I was naked under my peach colored robe that hung against my body.

I watched her touched his neck, moving closer to him, into it before he caught me out of the corner of his eye. He excused himself, “What are you doing baby. This thing is practically see through.”

“Is it?” I tried to conceal my smirk damn well knowing my hard nipples were scrapping the material.

He told them both he’d be right back as he nearly dragged me back to our room, “Are you trying to intimidate her? It’s just work. It’s not even as bad as teen wolf. Plus she’s married.”

I responded in a loud whisper, “I see how she looks at you, Dylan. That’s attraction.”

“It’s acting babe. I do the same thing with Holland and Shelley.”

I untied my robe, “It’s different. I’m a woman, I know.”

He sat on the bed pulling the ties, pulling me into him, “I don’t care about her. You think I wanna fuck other girls? I can’t even watch you getting undressed without getting hard. I mean, fuck, baby.”

Grabbing my hips as I stood between his legs nearly naked as my robe fell open even more. Fisting the robe’s tie he pulled me almost flush to his body.

I hadn’t thought about him not fucking me, right here and now, making sure she could hear him wanting me. I hadn’t thought about him going back out there hard.

My palm collided with the hard ridge in his jeans when he stifled a breath. “Dyl,” I whimpered his name like it was going to solve the problem.

“I can’t baby. Fuckkk.”

“I can be quiet…” I teased before I straddled his lap. My arms wrapped around his neck, my hips swaying without my permission and I could tell by the way he was avoiding looking at me that he was on the edge of breaking.

The grip of his hands around my hips tightened, “My boss is right outside this room. It’s not like back home. I don’t want to go back a failure, ya know? I want to prove them right, that I have what it takes.”

Falling to the bed next to him I pulled my robe closed and watched him contemplate leaving. “It’s okay, babe. After you’re done. I don’t trust her but I trust you.”

Leaving the room I heard him apologize and cover up our behavior by telling them all about our honeymoon phase. He was always making me laugh.

His cast mates were so diverse, from different places and different backgrounds. Most of Teen Wolf was stationed in LA and all signed onto the show very young. They had a very close relationship from the start. They were essentially all in the same place of life, first big break.

The female lead of Maze Runner was young but married and had been acting her whole life. His best friend in the film was British, wealthy family and successful on Broadway. He gave off a very cool vibe. Dylan loved meeting the new cast but he really had the same feel as Teen Wolf, he made them a family.

Georgia was beautiful but we mostly just got in trouble like spring break, how teenagers went crazy with one ounce of freedom. Dylan consumed so much alcohol and weed, as much as he could if he wasn’t filming the next day. I indulged in wine but mostly I kept myself sober.

Dylan even sent me scandalous photos from his dressing room when he missed me. Sometimes videos when he had down time. We were using condoms after the first month of not being able to keep off each other. That was one talk we had early on being in Georgia. I had put a box on the counter and it triggered a talk.

He sighed loudly, “I know. We need to use these more. We’ve been having a lot more sex.” I just laughed without saying a word more.

We only had a couple more weeks here. Mostly he was doing stunts or scenes that needed reshoots at this point. We wanted to commemorate our time here somehow but we had been talking all week about what that could be. I was laying in bed finishing school work when he laid down next to me, “I know what we can do.”

I asked him what but instead we started kissing. Those innocent kisses turned into our tongues touching, his body pushed on top of mine and his hands caressed my chest and hips. He stopped to pull out his phone and my eyes went wide, “Hey! Mister.”

He told me hold on as he leaned over my body to put his phone on the night stand propped against lamp before kissing me again.

“I wanna keep this moment forever. I want one on film I’m proud of. Come on baby.” I leaned up as he encouraged my tank top off. My nipples immediately became hard against his chest.

I whispered against his lips, “Dylan. I’m not some actress. I don’t know what looks good.”

His fingers graze over my hard nipples. He kissed down my chest to my nipples, “I don’t want some actress. I want you. Pretend it isn’t there.”

He took off shirt as his body pulled away from mine. My hands ran down his chest admiring his body. His hands tugged the boxers of his I was wearing down my legs smirking. “These mine?”

I only giggled as he tossed them aside. My legs squirmed watching him undo his pants before he leaned back over me while pushing them down. We continued making out while our hips flirted and we both breathed heavily.

I couldn’t help moan when I felt how big he was inside me. He kept pushing until he laid down helping my hips ride his lap. He ended up on top of me again before we both came. We both watched each other cum at the same time as he kept pushing between my legs.

After we came I went pee while Dylan cleaned himself up at the same time. He watched what we recorded, “Damn. We look good. Check this out. I love your tits babe.”

Dylan and the cast finished filming and had their goodbyes on set but the studio arranged a wrap party. After the wrap celebration which included a cake congratulating everyone’s hard work our flight would leave at 2 PM and we’d make it home by 8 PM.

I was proud of Dylan, most of the Teen Wolf cast went on vacation or relaxed not picked up more work. We both fell asleep on the plane against each other and our best friends picked us up which I was surprised they made it a few months still “dating” or whatever they were calling it. Neither of them were exclusive but still having sex, so complicated.

Us girls sat in the back “listening” to the guys talk about Maze Runner and his experience beyond Teen Wolf. I texted Alex, “Do you wanna be his girlfriend?” She texted me back, “I like him. The sex is great. Neither of us are girlfriend/boyfriend type. I’m sure I’m one of many.” Alex told me to get it together and stop worrying about that because they had a surprise waiting.

I turned to Dylan and he had no idea either. We pulled up to my new place and I told Alex it wasn’t ready at all to visit but Tyler kept driving up the drive way. I left our bags in the car wondering what they were up to as Alex pushed the door open to a fully decorated home. I was shocked.

“Figured you’d need some help and who knows you better then me? Of course I left your room but I took the guest room. You needed a roomie for when Mr. O’Brien isn’t free. Now for you Dylan…”

She pushed the French doors that lead to the backyard open, all of Teen Wolf and our friends were there. Dylan was beyond excited. He shouted everyone was doing a shot. It didn’t take long for Dylan to be dancing and downing some alcohol. I figured I had to catch up and drank more Rosé.

Dylan was socializing with his cast mates and talking about Teen Wolf picking back up in two weeks while I told Alex everything about Georgia.

Brody showed up in my eye line forcing me up from the chair by the pool. I looked at Alex while she seemed confused to why he was there too.

“Hey, neighbor. Brought you your favorite wine.”

I pivot to face the voice behind me and freeze up, “Brody. What are you doing here?”

[givethemsmut]

THE PACK | Chapter Ten

I felt Dylan’s hands on my shoulders, “Come with me. We gotta talk.”

I knew something was wrong as took my hand and walked to the set. My dad shouted, his voice breaking my concentration, “Everyone Take 5. Clear out.”

He sat on the set bed and held my hands looking at me, “You’re making me nervous.” I laughed because he didn’t seem nervous at all. “I can’t do this scene with you here, watching. You’re all I’m thinking about and it’s killing me.”

Suddenly, I felt awful. I perched onto his leg, sitting in his lap, “Last time it was okay. Do you need me to tease you again?”

He sighed, “This scene is worse. I don’t wanna be excited, I don’t want you to see me do this and I don’t wanna hurt you. I can’t do this with you here.”

I leaned up catching his lips, trying to make up for it. I felt his hands on my face as he kissed back before pulling away, “I just need 10 minuets to do this scene babe.”

I kissed him gently again letting it turn more passionate, I felt his tongue inside my mouth as he laid me down. He held himself up from falling back, hands on the bed, his unbuttoned shirt fell open letting my hands wonder his body.

My dad coughed standing behind Dylan. He stopped, “You’re dad has bad timing.”

My dad spoke up, “Dylan do that with Holland. Get on mark. Closed set people everyone out except Aaron and I.”

I kissed Dylan once more as our arms spread apart, fingers still holding on, when he pulled me back in whispering again my lips, “I wish it was you.”

My dad shouted one last time for good measure, “Enough love birds. Out you go. Dylan save it for the scene.”

Dylan stared dancing but I had to leave. It would never get done if I stayed. I left but wondered the time how much worse it would get without me there. I read the script but it doesn’t show what emotion they’ll go with, his character is funny but this moment isn’t.

I ran into Posey at Craft Service while I poured myself some coffee. “Dyl doing his big scene?” I shook my head and he continued, “It’s not easy but Dyl’s a good guy. He’s not gonna do anything shady. When I had my scenes we were both naked, turned on and shit. Way worse.”

I was shocked and it must of showered because he continued, “Dyl’s never done these types of scene. Only in that other movie.”

“That was hard enough to watch.”

He was trying to help but nothing would honestly, “It’ll be just like that. He’s a good actor. He’s not gonna ruin what you guys have, seriously.” I knew that but I still felt nervous and uncomfortable. I headed back to the trailer knowing it wouldn’t be simply 10 minuets.

I must of fell asleep. It was hour 9 of the day when I woke up to complete darkness. I heard Dylan’s iconic laugh and stirred awake in his bed even more when his eyes met mine.

He crawled into the bed bringing his lips right to mine, “All done. I was last of the day.”

Reaching for my phone on the night stand he slapped my exposed ass playfully. “Wait, how did it go?”

“You know. Good. You’re dad was impressed with me.” I squinted at him as we let the trailer and lot to go to his car, “But like what happened? How far did you take it?”

I felt defensive and jealous. He sighed loudly, almost slamming his door as we got into his car, “Its just acting. Okay?” I didn’t speak the whole car ride. We didn’t talk at all until we got to my room and closed the door.

My first words were telling Dylan I was gonna shower. Anxiety sweat is real. I left the door open and he watched me get naked as he said, “Are we really gonna argue about a fake sex scene?”

I felt the water with my hand before I took off my bra and panties saying, “No, not arguing. I just don’t like that you can’t be honest with me about it.”

Dylan started getting undressed too, full of frustration as he slammed each piece of fabric down. “I don’t want you hurt. Otherwise you should have stayed and watched. I’m protecting you.”

I stepped under the water letting the steam almost burn. I felt his hands on my hips and his chest against my back. I told him, “I’m jealous. It’s awful seeing you pretend to have sex or turned on. And I know you are because how could you not be.”

He turned me around gently pushing me against the shower wall, “She undid my belt. Shirtless. I humped her some. But it’s not real okay? None of it.”

“I hate your job.”

He kissed my neck, “It’s just pretend. It’s my job. It’s not like when we have sex.” My arms around his neck I saw the truth in his eyes.

How did girls deal with this part of dating actors. I didn’t want anyone to know that kind of intimacy of Dylan. After some simple kisses and soaping each other up we both got out. It was romantic and soft.

I still hated it. Dylan was watching baseball and I was reading my emails, my Dad sent me one so I could go over the scenes we shot and if we needed to reshoot anything. I’d never seen my dad do this much extra work for the show. I found myself respecting him more and more.

He labeled one with notes, “Dylan was remarkable. He’s gonna have an amazing career. No reshoot needed. Just edits.” I knew what scene it was. I put on my headphones that were on my night stand.

Glancing over at Dylan who was on the edge of his seat with this game and his beer. Ready to jump up and cheer at any moment.

Dylan kissed his co-star and they fumbled into bed with his hands exploring her. Her hands dragged down with every button she let free and undid his belt aggressively. I watched Dylan push his body even further between her legs as they made out. His hips moved with every kiss looking like humping, easily. He was a good actor, can’t deny that. Down to the shaky breathing and his scared hands.

I rewatched a few times. Each time getting more wet between my legs and more jealous. I didn’t understand how both could be true but they live simultaneously inside me.

Next year the world would see Dylan as intimately as I knew him.

He closed my Mac, “No more work. Come here. School tomorrow?”

Nodding, “Yeah but I’m gonna blow it off.”

He started to ask why throwing up his hands but I interrupted him, “You know my old house? The one I lived at when my mom was alive? Well my dad wants to see if I don’t want it. I know I need my own place.”

Dylan laughed, “Yeah it’s tons of fun running into your dad in my underwear in the hallway. Is it too hard being there after she passed?”

“I don’t really know. As soon as she died my dad made me live with him.”

Touching my leg, “Don’t skip school. I have an audition tomorrow for some action movie. We’ll go after.”

The next afternoon I opened the doors again and the feeling was the same, serenity. Not panic or ache or even sadness but some kind of calm like a spiritual hug.

Dylan walked right in before me checking out the empty space. High ceilings, round arch ways and funky tiles. My mom loved art, constantly working on projects because my dad worked so much she was constantly alone.

He beat himself up for that when she got sick. Isn’t that why we always beat ourselves up? Time? Never enough of it.

Dylan was stoked and encouraged me to take it. Even my best friend encourage the same thing even though she already had her own place with a room mate from school. Dylan had Posey as a room mate. I had my dad which was becoming awkward now that I was having sex.

Dylan was falling in love with each room more and more as we walked through. I could see the excitement trying to decide which room he thought was mine. I walked past my parent’s room which eventually mimicked a hospital room once my mom got worse. Wires everywhere, hospital bed, medical supplies no one should have at home.

Finally, pushing myself to my old room I took a deep breath like I hadn’t in years. French doors lead to a balcony over looking the pool, giant closet and grey hardwood floors instead of brown like most flooring. Dylan was impressed. “When do you move in?” I shrugged as memories raced through my head.

This balcony was my first kiss with Brody. That pool was where we skinny dipped. That closet was the first placed we smoked pot. Never mind when there was a bed in this room.

I remembered living here in high school and all the experiences I had with Brody and Alex. I suddenly had flashbacks to singular moments that shaped all of us. One Saturday we weren’t doing anything, all of us just doing our own thing and relaxing for once.

We were sophomores but Brody was a senior. Alex came over at midnight crying her eyes out. Her mom was an actress on a popular soap opera but also a closet alcoholic who loved to only see the flaws in her own child.

Alex’s parents were separated since she was 5. Her dad basically lived another life and forgot they existed. She use to stay over a lot when her mom was actually home. Her mom would get violently drunk and start arguments just to put Alex down. My mom always welcomed anyone who needed shelter. She use to sleep in my bed, smoke in my bathroom with the fan on to suck up the scent even tho my mom didn’t judge. I was comfortable living with Alex.

She use to have boys come and go, my mom even painted the guest room for her when she got sick, she mourned my mother and we were both sentenced to live with our parents we didn’t want to once our safe haven disappeared with my mom.

Another time raced through my mind, Brody experimented with drugs in his sophomore year. Beyond weed, this is when he started testing the waters of alcohol and performance drugs. Brody was a trophy to his family, only child to two powerful parents and expected to be perfect. Brody was a straight A student, played 2 sports and ran track in the off seasons, he tutored those who needed help, he took extra courses and still partied like he didn’t have a single responsibility.

I never saw him crack once.

We had mid terms but our school acted like a party was a better idea. I skipped the party to study. I sat in the middle of my bed papers surrounding me on all sides when Brody texted me about a million times. I kept telling him I was studying for midterms but he showed up ringing the doorbell anyways.

He had his back towards me as he flicked a cigarette bud across into the bushes. Once I saw him I saw he was shaking, sweating and clearly drunk or high. He immediately walked past me to my room, almost tip toeing past my mom’s room.

Ounce I closed my bedroom door behind me he finally said, “Don’t be pissed. I took some speed. I’m freaking out.”

Sitting down across from him at my desk chair and I tried not to judge him. I handed him my water not sure how to combat speed.

My mom knocked on my door and he got up pacing. I never hid anything from her. I opened the door wide enough for her to see Brody not himself and needing my support. She asked, “It’s getting late. Does he need sheets or is he sleeping in our bed?”

My eyes opened wide, “Mom!”

She smiles big knowing she must of known, heard or seen something at some point. She leaned over looking past me, “Hi sweetie. Do you need anything from me?” My mom pulled me out of my room as she watched him pace and remove his jacket and hoodie. She whispered to me, “A shower should calm him down. Use protection please. There’s left overs in the fridge too. Goodnight honey.”

Closing the door and taking him hand pulling him to the bathroom like my mom told me to. I closed the bathroom door and told him to take off his clothes as I started the shower.

He convinced me to shower with him. Soft touching was all we needed. Neither of us studying for our exams. I woke up the next morning with his body against mine in my bed.

Dylan spoke up, snapping me from my memories, “I have news. I got a part in a movie.”

He didn’t seem excited so I ditched my memories and widened my eyes, “OMG! Dylan!”

He looked down, “It films in Georgia. For 4 months. I would have to film less Teen Wolf.”

Now I understood, “When would you leave?”

He took my hands as I leaned again the balcony railing, “If I take it, two weeks from today.”

Looking up at him, “Well you’re taking it. It’s your first big time movie. Teen Wolf will understand, you’re practically the lead anyways.”

His body was closer to mine as he leaned down, both hands closing me in as I put my arms around his neck. “Will we survive 4 months?”

I didn’t know if he could. I can go without sex but this is something he’s been use to having. “I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize us. But I understand if you wanna take a break, 4 months is a long time to go without.”

Dylan’s face puckered, “You think I wanna break up because I won’t get laid for 4 months?” I stayed silent as he spoke, “No, I don’t wanna end things. Britt and I were always apart for filming. I don’t wanna leave if we won’t survive being apart.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

His hands pushed my ass, pulling my body closer to him as our lips touched. He started to tell me all about Maze Runner as we went to leave the house, one I’d call my own soon enough, when we both heard a loud car drive down the road. Dangerously, the car pulled in across the street as Dylan curiously watched before he realized exactly who it was driving like a maniac.

Brody lived across the street.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Once we were in the car Dylan was turned all the way around watching his every move, “Seriously?”

I watched Dylan, “That’s part of why we were so close.”

He looked angry watching his go into his house, “He better keep his distance.”

I leaned forward kissing Dylan on the lips, my hand on his leg and hoping to take his mind off it. He looked at me with the expression, what was that for kind of look. “Come to Georgia with me.”

Shocked, I didn’t know what to say. “But it’s work. I don’t wanna distract you or mess anything up.”

He kissed my neck between talking, “It’s a better schedule filming than TV. Set hours. We’ll explore Georgia together. We can do this when I’m done working. I don’t wanna miss this.”

I protested knowing I had school, making this house a home and not being distracting for his career. “How about I visit? Get this place set up for when you’re back?”

He didn’t like that answer but accepted it. I didn’t know if I was scared to go, scared to get hurt, or worse - both. Everyone’s words ran through my head in that moment, “it’s too soon” or “slow down”. Part of me really wanted to drop everything but the other part wanted to hide behind everything that scared me just to stay safe.

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Cody Rhodes x Reader

Made of Gold | Chapter Seven

I had grown accustomed to living on Cody’s bus, exploring the city during the day and at night watching the monitors showcase his talent. I was thriving while I hit the ignore button for the millionth time on my father calling.

Shoving my phone into the back pocket of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees I headed to catering while Cody warmed up.

I had been avoiding Brandi, keeping myself on high alert, every turn backstage I was scanning the space for her. I b-lined it for the coffee when her voice sent goosebumps over my arms.

“Still around? I’m shook.”

Reminding myself I was still a few days away from eighteen I still had to channel every ounce of adulthood to argue with anyone backstage. “Sorry I made it impossible for you to shoot your shot, sweetie.”

She laughed and my eyes snapped up to hers, “You being here doesn’t stop anyone for shooting their shot. That’s your first mistake - thinking you’re his only until you have a ring on that finger.”

“I am his only, exclusively.” I quipped my words right back so quickly I even impressed myself.

She smiled, a shit eating grin, like she knew something I didn’t. “First mistake.”

Brandi left me there after her calculated attack and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had missed things. Cody was top dog here, talented, paid handsomely, and his body was rivaling Greek statues how could woman not be throwing themselves at him.

How could I miss that?

Wandering the maze like hallways of backstage I tried to find Cody but my mind was its own distraction. Wondering how anyone maintained a relationship with their partner on the road, that kind of trust and lack of cracks in their self esteem seemed impossible now that I knew how lingered back stage.

Coming around the corner I stopped short see Cody and his boss in a heated discussion or what looked like it. Pressing myself against the wall to listen I heard their exchange loud and clear.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Cody? She’s seriously fucking seventeen? You’ve been parading her around like a goddamn lucky charm.” Hunter, the weathered man still sporting muscles and champion rings spat in his face with his words.

Cody was fresher but none less a street dog ready to fight. “Her age doesn’t matter. She’s legal in a few days. Big deal.”

“Are you fucking insane? This could destroy your career if anyone else found out. You’re lucky it was just me.”

I watched their faces get so close I felt the weight of their argument sit directly on my chest.

All the ways I wore being Cody’s like a badge of honor felt cheap. Almost like I didn’t deserve it at all, not with people acting like I was poisoning his dreams. Everyone was trying to pull us apart and it felt like I should fall in line instead of fighting fate.

Hurrying with my cup of coffee I scurried away as fast as I could, taking shelter behind the first door I saw. Letting it close slowly, I let my forehead press against the cold door, and an expatriate sigh leave my lips.

“Well that’s one way to make an impression.”

Slowly looking over my shoulder, all the tattoos came into view and his gruff voice seemed to fill the room. “I’ll be gone in a second. I’m just hiding from your boss.”

I kept my voice casual and my body relaxed even though he only had a towel hanging around his waist. A gallery of tattoos decorating his skin, his hair slicked back and this grimace attached to his face that kind of made you want to slap him.

“You can make whatever excuse you like.”

“I’m with Cody…” I almost added duh because everyone knew Cody and by extension me as his.

His sinister laugh had me take a step back into the door. “Not friends with Cody. Not even close.” Ignoring him I clamped my eyes shut and waited out their argument when he spoke again. “How old are you? Are you his sister?”

I could feel the way his eyes were digging into me and pressuring me to answer. I rolled my eyes and yanked the door open but not before slinging a remark back. “Maybe you’re just used to old pussy.”

“Look at Mister WWE himself breaking the rules. I could almost be proud if I didn’t hate him so much.” He started pulling on his sweats under his towel and I could feel my cheeks burning.

“Mister WWE? He just came back.” I quipped at him, wholly offended and letting the door close again.

Ripping the towel from his waist I let myself analyze hin, the messy hair, and the way he was the opposite of Cody. He wasn’t all American, clean cut, he was rough around the edges.

He chuckled, pulling his cut up shirt over his head, “you don’t know him at all. How did you even meet him?”

Crossing my arms I stood there, barely grasping my coffee. “I know what you’re implying… I’m not some one night stand.”

His elbows dug into his legs as he leaned forward on the couch that sat against the wall. “You really don’t know him. He’s always been the good soldier, the golden boy here, and when he left he didn’t have to play by the rules anymore. Making us all look bad when he’s keeping a jailbait secret.”

I stood there, my shoulders pinned against the wall and my face smeared with guilt. I was too young, no matter how good I made it sound, and that could end everything he worked for.

He took my silence as contempt when he looked up at me, his baby blue eyes shimmering against the florescent lights. “The real question is what are we going to do about this.”

It wasn’t really a question, it was a clear intention that I owed him if I wanted him to keep my secret.

A secret Cody wasn’t ashamed of but his boss and career depended on me being legal.

“It’s not a big deal. I turn eighteen in a month.”

“That’s why you look as pale as a sheet? This isn’t high school anymore, babe. You’re playing with the big dogs now.” His voice was the perfect villain, laced with edge and charm.

I spewed snark, “Are you saying I can’t hang? I eat assholes like you for breakfast. Grow some tits then talk to me about holding your own in a man’s world.”

He chuckled like what I said was funny before he sat back. “Okay, spitfire, let’s see if you can hang. This is gonna be fun.”

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes at him and cracked the door open to scan the hallway to make sure neither of them were in the vicinity.

Looking over my shoulder he waved with a big smile plastered across his mouth. “Have fun out there.”

I safely made it back to the gorilla area cluttered with monitors and tech things that kept the production going. Between his ex-finance, his boss and his enemy I ran into it felt like I had no allies here. The loneliness I didn’t feel until now felt like a weight on my shoulder I didn’t expect to carry.

Not while surrounded by people.

Without touching me I felt a hard chest scrape my shoulder blades and a warm mouth practically close over the shell of my ear. “I gotta talk to you.”

Cody’s voice was full of dark clouds and I knew it was about to pour.

All the ways we were safe in our bubble at his house no longer existed.

Taking his hand I trailed behind him, letting him lead the way with a melted expression. He lead me back to the bus and stood in the aisle with his arms crossed.

Standing in front of him I let our soon-to-be argument a wide birth. “Fucked me out of your system.”

I wasn’t going to wait for him to break it off, I was going to beat him to it.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He paused, his eyes half mast and full of unhinged rage. “Fucked you out of my system? You really think I can fuck the kind of poison you are out of my system?” His arms unfolded and his palm ran over his crotch before giving himself a hard squeeze.

I bit the inside of my cheek, staying silent while I waited for him to continue.

“Your dad called Hunter. He wanted to let him know that was kidnapping you, raping you and WWE would be found as an accomplice. As much as being told I can’t have you makes me want to fuck you more… we need a game plan. One that doesn’t involve you ending things between us.” His stern voice hit me like a pillow case full of bricks.

Taking out my phone of my back pocket, I tapped my missed calls and dialed. Telling his boss? That’s just foreplay, my dad just wanted a way to force me to call him back and it worked.

“Father.”

“Daughter,” he repeated. “Have you come to your senses?”

“What is it going to take for you to back off?” I slice my words making sure it’s all business, no pleasure.

There was a pause of silence but it felt like it was for my benefit instead. “Sweetheart, he’s taking advantage of you. I’m just looking out for your best interest.”

Fighting the urge to pace I sat down on the edge of the seat, leaning forward into my phone when I hit speaker. “You’re ruining his life. He’s not some predator, I threw myself at him numerous times and he rejected me like a gentleman.”

“I don’t need to hear all the ways he forced you to act like a slut. You’re lucky I haven’t involved the police. Get home - before I do.”

The line went dead and I fought every urge to scream when I gripped my phone so hard I was willing it to crack.

I knew we were doomed. At least until eighteen.

“I’m gonna go… he’s not going to stop until he gets his way. I’m gonna go pack.” I brushed by him, letting the reality of us set in when I closed the door behind me.

A few moments later the door sprang open and Cody was making demands while I sat on the floor with my open suitcase. “Delete your socials. All of them. Anything with your birthday that the public can access. Unfollow everyone. No one can prove shit if they can’t find you. Two can play that game.”

I looked at him confused not sure how deleting my online presence was going to satisfy my dad.

Or his job.

“That doesn’t change anything, Cody. I’m still not eighteen and too many people know now.”

I kept packing, avoidant but still filling my suitcase when Cody sat on the end of the bed. “Too many people know? Who else knows?”

I could see his eyes slant and the wonderment scatter across his features. “Some guy backstage… I didn’t say anything. He just knew. He thought I was your little sister.”

Scrubbing his face he paused before speaking again, “Who? Who was it?”

Continuing to pack I stopped, kneeling between his legs, I looked up at him. “Tattoos, slicked back hair, said he doesn’t like you…”

“Phil fucking Brooks? Are you kidding me?”

Looking at his in confusion I rested my hands on his knees waiting for him to elaborate.

“He hates me. Not for the sake our keeping storylines authentic but deep fucking hate. How did he find out? What were you doing around him? He never leaves his dressing room.”

Letting my head drop and my arms press even more against his legs I explained. “I overheard your boss and I accidentally ended up in his dressing room. He was pleasent enoug.”

Not that it helped Cody feel better but I tried to smooth it over, playing it down and leaving out the blackmail part.

Standing up eruptly I stumbled backwards, catching myself on my hands, and looking up at the god like tower of his body. "I'll figure it out. I gotta get warm. I booked us a hotel already, no shows tomorrow and we could use a bigger shower. Take a rental and I'll meet you there after the show."

He wasn't so much asking but making demands. It wasn't going over my head that I was being banished to the hotel to hide out, where no one could question my age or mistake me for his little sister.

I nodded my head, agreeing, and watched him walk back off the bus from the back suite.

Continuing to pack, I filled up a suitcase with everything I needed before escaping off the bus and heading inside to snag some keys for a rental. Security looked more intimidating than most of the roster for WWE, big, burly men with stern features that begged you not to speak to them.

"Just snagging keys for a rental?" I spoke softly, hoping he didn't ask too many questions because I didn't have answers.

“Badge.”

Pushing up my phone to his face I showed his the plastic stuck inside the clear plastic case. Looking down he nodded and slide to the side grabbing a pair of keys before handing them to me.

Beeping the alarm I found the car pretty quickly, shoving my bag into the passenger seat, and climbing behind the wheel. Realizing I had no idea what hotel where or where I was going I sat there full of frustration until all of my cracked.

Startled by the knuckles tapping against the tinted window I jumped back against the soft leather. Trying to control my breath I pressed the button to roll the window down when the stranger in a cap looked up.

Revealing him and his familiar voice I let myself shift right into annoyance. “Can I help you? Phil, right?”

“You’re going to the hotel?” His eyes were bright, piercing the over cast day and I felt hypnotized.

Nodding I bite my tongue.

“I’ll bum a ride.” He rounded the car and yanked the car door open, sliding right in to the passenger seat. “It’s a mile away.”

I scolded him, “is this the favor I owe you?”

His grimace smile took up room on his face when his hand pushed his hat off. “Oh, no, sweetheart. You’ll know when I cash in that favor." Pausing only long enough to iritate me he continued, "I'm not into jailbait. Stop worrying."

"I'm with Cody."

Backing up and flooring it around the building I merged onto the street. Forcing him to cough up the directions I had no problem aimlessly driving around a strange city when he finally pointed out each turn.

Pulling into the hotel I slipped out before he could and slammed my door. I could hear his footsteps against the pavement trying to keep up with me. "Let me guess, he wants you at the hotel since Hunter found out you're under age? Out of sight, out of mind?"

I ignored him even though I already had the same thought. Standing at the desk, smiling politely, I gave Cody’a real name when the woman smiled back and came up empty.

Stepping to the side I had to call Cody, first I didn’t even know the hotel and now I couldn’t check in without whatever name he uses to check under.

It rang a few times before he answered, “What’s wrong?”

“Apparently you don’t book under your name…” I let my annoyance disappear as I spoke.

I could hear Phil checking in next to me, pouring through my ears as much as the phone.

"Is that Phil?" His voice was cut, sharp but less damaging. "Stardust, don't ask. It was a bad time in my life."

The way he trailed off made me thing there was so much more to the story. "If it was a bad time why do you use that name?"

"Don't change the subject. I thought we talked about staying away from him."

"I can't help he is at the same hotel, Cody. Don't worry, I am staying out of sight." I meant it as a dig when I rolled my eyes aggressively before dropping my phone down to the counter and hitting end call. Phil's intrusive thoughts had crept in and made a home right in my insecurity.

Not so gracefully, I gave them Stardust and she handed me two key cards. I felt exhausted when I dragged myself to the elevator, standing there I hit the button for my floor when Phil narrowly escaped being asked for photos. As the doors closed I watched their disappointment grow against their features.

“So you’re a dick to everyone. Cool.”

“Self preservation, sweetheart. If you take one photo you have to for everyone so I don’t take any. This is actually your first rodeo so I would really keep your opinions to yourself.” Crossing his arms he leaned against the rail lining the elevator.

“He’s not keeping me a secret.” I tried to sound cruel but it came out sad instead.

He silently chuckled, the way your mouth opens but you stay silent, “How long until you turn eighteen?”

“17 days…”

He laughed out loud, knowing he was right. Part of me knew too but I wanted him to be wrong. “His image is everything to him. The second you don’t comply with that good boy act, he’ll kick you to the curb, sweetheart.”

"I'm just suppose to believe you? Aren't you his enemy or whatever?" The elevator dings, the doors opening and a large family continued to pile in even though we were going up. Still waiting for my answer, Phil, better known as CM Punk, swiftly moved closer, invading every inch of my personal space.

I could smell his cologne mixing with burnt black coffee he was so close. Swallowing hard against my dry throat I tried to keep my eyes focused ahead instead of analyzing every tattoo cover his exposed arms.

"That's exactly why you know I'm not lying. He's kicked every woman to the curb for not being the perfect trophy wife... or getting knocked up... You don't strike me as the kind who sits in a hotel room waiting on some guy."

The suitecase bubbed into my leg and I felt my knees buckle as I fell right into Phil. Catching me, his arm wrapped around my waist while his hand braced against the elevator railing. "Good thing you don't know me," I quipped back.

The large family got off, we had missed our floor or maybe the elevator never got there, who knows. I was distracted by the way Phil smelled and was reading me like a book. I was drunk off it even though my heart belonged to Cody.

Pushing past him I faced the doors, leaning against the cold surface of the wall and trying to ignore him.

Phil kept his distance, taking the hint, when the doors pried open on our floor. "Alright trophy wife, see you at hell in a cell, if he lets you watch, of course."

I watched him walk down the hall, waiting for it to be a safe enough distance before I stepped out. Going the same direction I scanned the numbers on the door until I found mine. Of course his was next door.

Behind the closed door I finally exhaled in relief.

Phil had delivered the ultimate insult and I wasn’t about to let him be right.

I didn’t see Cody at all that night and when I stirred awake I felt my ass hit every hard inch of his body tucked against mine. His arm was lazily draped over my waist and our legs were one movement away from tangled when I rubbed my eyes awake.

Without a word I heard Cody’s sleepy voice, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re tense and planing an escape. I’ll ask again, what’s wrong?” His voice was soft and his eyes were still closed as I looked over my shoulder.

Twisting towards him, “I’m not a trophy wife… I don’t wanna be banished to a hotel and hidden.”

His hand hadn’t stopped roaming my body as he crept closer to me. “I’m not hiding you, I’m keeping the peace until you turn eighteen. As for trophy wife, sounds like Phil got under your skin.”

“Under my skin? How about grating every insecurity and nerve?”

Cody’s lips caught mine in a simple peck as his hand cupped my face. Pulling away only enough he whispered, “Everyone had opinions. Everyone is going to hate us, you have to ignore it.”

“Why does everyone have to hate us?” I barely managed to ask when his mouth found my neck, covering my sensitive skin in kisses.

His hand fell down my body, cupping my breasts and feeling my hard nipples scrape his palm. “Because I unapologetically want you. I’m not hiding it. People love misery, not happy endings baby.”

Cody’s hand drifted further down me until I felt his fingertips smoothing against my panty covered slit. I gasped right into his chest as my hands clutched onto him.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”

My legs fell open and I was biting my lip as his fingers pushed my panties to the side. “More, please, more.”

“More what, baby?” He teased me and my hips pressed into the firm mattress.

His warm breath cascaded down my bare pussy and all of me shook. With an exhale I said, “Fuck me.”

Cody didn’t need to be told twice when he pulled down my panties, flinging them at the floor and taking up the space between my legs. The backs of my thighs rubbed against his while his hands worked over himself like a pep talk he didn’t need.

“Why do you do that? Like you aren’t hard already…”

I was hypnotized by his lazy hand jerking himself off between my legs.

“Because your little, tight, pussy gets so much wetter when you watch me baby. I need you as wet as I can get you if I want to fit…” he trailed off while lining himself up. With one hard thrust I felt Cody take up every inch of vacancy my pussy had and gasped at the thickness.

“Oh my God,” I clamped my eyes closed and moaned through the way he felt inside me.

“That’s it, baby. I love the way your pussy chokes my cock. Fuck.”

His dirty mouth only made me wetter when he held himself above me, our mouths full of friction without kissing.

Cody fucked me until I was screaming his name and begging him to not let me come again. My legs were still shaking and I could still feel the orgasm lingering by the third time he made me come all over him.

Kissing my temple he sat back on his heels. “Fuck, I’m gonna end up getting you pregnant, I like making you come too much. Look at this mess you made all my cock, baby.”

He was looking down at himself, still hard, covered in my orgasm still and I felt the iron butterflies in my stomach flutter again.

My cheeks burned and nothing could have felt further from the truth. Cody wasn’t hiding me, he was enjoying me and the two couldn’t both be true.

After Cody showered off he headed to the gym when I got dressed to explore what shopping was near by. As I opened my hotel room door I didn’t see anyone in the hallway as I got on the elevator.

Charging towards me Phil stopped with millimeters between us, barely making it before the doors closed. “Do you think you’re funny? Fucking him so loudly I can hear you coming in my room?”

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The Pack | Chapter 9

The next morning Dylan was still passed out at 2 PM when I was waking up. I woke up to a bunch of texts from my Dad on a topic I was avoiding.

Our old house, the one we lived in while my mom was sick. My dad couldn’t bare it so we moved but he kept the house Incase I’d want it. But I was old enough to decide for myself and if I didn’t want it, he was going to sell it.

He always started this conversation with: “you know I don’t want you to move out.” I knew I should probably be on my own by now but he was all alone and I wasn’t ready either.

Everyone I knew even Alex had her own apartment and Dylan rooming with Tyler. I slinked out of bed trying not to wake Dylan up but at all cost I needed coffee.

Their kitchen was huge, surrounded by windows and light. It looked unused which wasn’t surprising. Tyler was already up putting together himself some coffee and immediately grabbed a second cup for me without asking. He said, “Figured you’d be up. Yesterday was too long. Dyl asleep?”

I nodded adding some sugar and creamer to the coffee he poured me. I said to Tyler, “Sorry about Brody. He’s extra.”

Tyler laughed it off like a true alpha, “My first girlfriend was when I was 11 and didn’t end until 6 months ago. I get it. You end up having to choose between friends or more.”

I was shocked he got it and wasn’t judging. “Yeah, he didn’t like that I didn’t choose more or least sex.”

Tyler was wide awake, amped almost, “Let’s grab some grub! Dyl is gonna be out for a while.”

I debated for a minuet while finishing my coffee, “Okay, I can grab Dylan some food. Oh we’re making a pit stop. I’ll drive.”

I was already in my clothes because I didn’t have PJs at his place but Tyler ran upstairs to grab a shirt and his vans. I jingled my keys in my hand at the door. I knew I was forgetting something, my bag in Dylan’s car. I left the door open while I rummaged through his unlocked Jeep finding my bag in his back seat.

I looked in the zipped pocket for the set of keys I would need for the pit stop. She left a key chain on it, a little message in a bottle except it was filled with sand from her favorite beach and no message. I connected them to my current house and car keys kneeing exactly how I was going to decide.

I shouted for Tyler as he ran out, admiring my BMW with a casual phrase: “Nice whip, man.”

I started up the car while he pulled out his phone texting. I pulled mine out too texting Dylan but Tyler said he did already. “He was still passed out. With his ass in the air.” Maybe I could bond with his bestie instead of him doubting us.

I took off to my old house telling Tyler pit stop first. I went into auto pilot, we lived there until I was 16, that’s also when she died. It was a Tuscan style house with a fairy tale backyard and pool. It was a little bigger then our current home.

I pulled into the drive Way and Tyler asked, “You’re place?” I turned off the car, “Yeah, now it is.”

I saw the for sale sign that had been there for two years but my dad denied every offer. I removed the for sale part of the sign and b-lined it to opened the door that I haven’t done in 5 years. “This was our old house before my mom died. My dad is demanding I decide on owning it or selling it.”

Posey immediately took me into his arms whispering, “I’m so sorry.” I appreciated his response but I didn’t need it. Not knowing him but sleeping with Dylan made it awkward.

“Anyways, I just needed to see if it was the same. Empty. Or different. Keys still work. Let’s get some food. He’s gotta he awake by now.”

Outside I saw across the street, our neighbors were the same, Brody’s parents. I saw Brody go to his Porsche parked outside and stiffened. The last time I saw him was at the burger shop. He pulled out of his driving not seeing me or my car until he stopped in the middle of the road and got out.

He was writing something and shouting as he walked over, “Yo this house isn’t for sale. What did you pay? I’ll write a check plus 10%.”

I couldn’t help but laughed and said his name as he looked up, immediately hugging me. Tyler was on guard even after Brody slapped his arm and called him Wolf Boy as his casual greeting. Typical roid rage, one minute it’s here and the next he’s ignoring it happened.

I told him his car was in the road and he simply picked me up hugging me again saying, “Fuck it. I’m so glad you’re coming back.” He put me down pushing his lips closer to mine but my hands pushed him away slightly as I changed the conversation to moving back into my old house.

He turned to Tyler, “Can we have a minute man?”

“That’s my best friend’s girlfriend. Keep that in mind.” Tyler said he was gonna explore the backyard but only for a minuet.

Brody immediately closed me in against my car and his face was close to mine, “What’s going on with us? Are you done hanging out with that Teen Wolf kid? Baby. I miss you.” I kept looking down hoping he wouldn’t try anything but then I felt his hand curve around to my back slightly pushing my ass towards him making our bodies touch.

I whispered, “I’m with Dylan now Brody. I can’t do this to him.”

He kissed my cheek too close to my mouth whispering, “He’s not me baby. You’ll see that soon, I’ll let you get back to Teen Wolf back there.”

On the way to get food Posey turned the music down to ask me about Brody, “I can you dated a long time. You over him?”

I laughed knowing I never loved him in the first place, not like that at least, he was family and that you can’t help. “It was never about love with Brody.”

“What was it then?”

I told him a brief history, “We never dated, we were a front for each other, a way to survive LA high school. We’ve known each other since we were 3. We fooled around. In high school a tape got leaked of us fooling around and it looked like we were having sex. I got labeled a slut and Brody got worshipped. After that he pushed for sex even more and stopped talking to him when I met Dylan.”

He clarified, “So you guys never had sex?”

I felt my face tighten as I kept driving through LA streets, “No Tyler, we never had sex. Dylan took my virginity.”

He stunned but asked me, “Hey, you guys are using condoms right?”

I looked at Posey, “You’re crossing that line again friend…”

“He’s my best friend. My brother. I gotta look out.”

I felt like I should make nice, he was protecting him and I respected that. “No, dad, we aren’t using protection. Okay, well like twice we did.”

His eyes got big as we parked and went into my favorite breakfast bar called Cereal. They made the best cereal milkshakes in LA and breakfast tacos. “Why isn’t he using condoms?”

I got goosebumps just thinking about Dylan like this never mind sayings it out loud. “One would presume he’s too turned on to make a pit stop.”

Posey stopped with the third degree questions annd ordered literally the whole menu for him and Dylan which shouldn’t be shocking but was. My phone was buzzing, Dylan.

Dylan: Hey. Where’d you go

I let him know we’d be back in 10 minuets with Food. Posey whispered to me, “I’m not telling you their business but they had some scares. She never was but he was stressed out. Use some condoms.”

The next few weeks flew by for both of us. I had school and in my free time I was prepping for directing/producing one episode of Teen Wolf. I was watching IFC films hoping to be inspired by something raw, real and more inventive then simply pointing the camera and hoping it looks like MTV.

My Dad had everything removed from our old house and it was in the processes of gaining a new personality. I wouldn’t be able to move in for another week, directly after the episode I would take over. Dylan was working more and more. He wouldn’t say but I could tell he was nervous for his sex scenes. Every time we made out I could tell he was testing things out, what looked and felt good for his scene.

It was the night before the scene, we were drinking some white wine and watching one of my favorites shows The Bachelor in his living room. “I’m nervous. You’re basically gonna watch me cheat with some new character who you haven’t met yet.”

I was already cuddled into him when I sat up, “I watched the First Time last night as prep. It can’t be any worse than that.”

He almost snorted, “Filming that was not sexy! It was awful!”

I told him, “Fooled me. Looked intense. You were breathing heavy my guy…”

Looking down he shook his head trying not to laugh, “Try watching that with your parents! I was between both of them.”

I filed over and died laughing knowing that would be awkward. “Well stop being such a good actor.”

“I should do porn.”

I kissed him on the lips but didn’t pull away much, “It’d be good morale if we have sex before tomorrow.” It had actually been two days since we had and apparently for us it was our record.

He kissed me and pulled away just enough so our lips could touch still, “I’m all about team spirit baby.”

I took off my shirt and laid back on top of him on the couch as we made out. I felt his hands grab my ass. He sat up taking me with him so I straddles his lap. I let my hand go under his shirt feeling his chest until he peeled it off himself between us. I couldn’t help my hips moving on top of his lap.

His lips pulled away from mine and started kissing my chest, hands grabbing my boobs as he kissed. I could feel his hard on pressing against my yoga pants easily. He pulled down the cups of my bra, kissing my breasts, before I undid it for him letting it fall further down.

He leaned back against the couch with his hands on my hips breathing heavily, “Fuck baby. Take these off.” I stood up sliding my yoga pants down and then my Lacey panties letting him look. His hands touched my legs, my hips then I felt his fingers dip between my legs seeing how wet I was.

Looking at him waiting for him to take his pants off and he immediately unbuttoned them and threw them aside. He left his boxer briefs on just pulled them down enough to take himself out. He was big.

His hand on my ass I straddled him again slowly lowering myself down on his cock. Adjusting to him I sat there still, swaying my hips lightly as he stretched my pussy out. He felt so good every time.

We heard the door unlock and there was no time to make this look different. Dylan whispered, “Keep going baby. Fuck. I wanna make you come.”

I rode him more aggressively, my face buried in his neck, knowing I was already close. His arms were around me holding me to him, touching me as I bounced on him. I felt myself getting weak and about to come.

He whispered against my neck, “That’s my girl. Baby – babe I’m gonna cum inside you – fuck.” He leaned even more forward as I felt his cock shake inside me making me come more.

My legs were shaking and we both forgot about Posey. Dylan leaned back again and I had to catch my breathe. Posey started clapping, “Practicing for tomorrow?”

He threw a pillow at Posey, moving enough to have me bite down a moan. I could feel my walls coated in Dylan and my eyes too heavy to hold open when Dylan shouted, “Damn it man! Fuck off!”

I immediately grabbed his shirt and threw it on while Posey had his back to us, “I only came in at the end. I didn’t see anything good. I’m going backwards to our kitchen until her boobs are away. Her dad will kills me if I break my foot again.” We covered up but kissed the whole time. I excused myself to the bathroom so they could clearly be boys. High fives and all.

“Dude. The couch? Come on.” Was all I heard as I went upstairs.

We both went to bed early knowing tomorrow was a big day. I knew I had to go in before Dylan to prep and meet with the team. I wouldn’t see Dylan until a few hours later.

My dad was there to guide me but he basically gave me freedom with his show. Even down to the set I would be watching Dylan pretend to have sex on.

The movie he told me to watch played in my head, it was too realistic, down to his heavy breathing and gazing between the bodies. I knew he must get physically turned on and that makes me jealous enough.

I sat in a producer chair as I waited for Posey to come to set. His scene are first, Dylan was last. Posey’s scene was simple, dialogue mostly and some marks to hit. I didn’t see Dylan at all until 45 minuets before the scene.

My dad prepped me on being clear with my own vision, touch base with them and go over the moves that would happen. I felt Dylan’s hands on my shoulders, “Okay Boss. What am I doing?” I felt nervous, “Hey, is Holland ready?”

He nodded as she cake up to him hugging him tight. “Okay, so the previous transition makes both of you feel very human. Helpless. You want to help but you understand how fragile you both are.” I continued, “You haven’t admitted to loving her yet. Not to anyone but Scott and yourself. Now she’s being the bravest of you both and wanting to charge into danger to save everyone. But you love her and she doesn’t know. What if she dies not knowing how you felt? What if you never became brave like her and acted on those feelings?” Dylan sighed heavily, “Damn Boss.” He walked over to his mark with Holland. I shouted phones off, lights up, cameras roll, action.

They were standing very close before Dylan backed up throwing his hands up, “You can’t just go running into danger!” “Why not? Scott would for us!” “Because I fricken love you Lydia!” She stuttered and stammered, “Wha- I didn’t –“ “Well now you know. I love you and I can’t let you do this. You can’t get hurt.”

Holland stepped into him with her arms around his neck and they kissed. Dylan’s hands were on her waist but slowly moved a little lower on her body. Their bodies found his bed and she straddled him. Still kissing Dylan leaned up unbuttoning her top and pushing it off her arms. His hands grasped her ass tightly. It was getting more uncomfortable to watch but I could handle it.

Dylan pushed his body up and pushed her down on the bed getting between her legs while their lips touched again. My dad leaned over to my chair whispering, “Camera issue. You have to set up a change of angle. Cut.”

I kept intently watching as my dad shouted cut and Dylan immediately stopped. Kneeling his head dropped down between his shoulders in disappointment as he got up. We reset the scene and they repeated it over except the making out changed, more organic. Then my dad said cut again. The third time was similar but getting more intense as their kisses lasted longer and he pushed her bra straps down for him to kiss her shoulders.

My dad said cut again, 4th time was a charm? This time Holland unbuttoned his shirt while he was between her legs. My dad saw Dylan look at me while he kissed her and shouted, “Dylan focus!” He got distracted and stopped kissing her ruining the scene.

His shirt was unbuttoned as he stood up facing my dad talking loudly to him, “Dude I can’t do this. That’s all your getting, sorry.” Dylan breezed by me walking off set without even his slippers or hoodie next to my chair.

I stood up but my dad told me he would handle it man to man.

“Dylan! Hold up.” My dad shouted as I hid behind the door trying to listen.

Dylan stopped but didn’t turn around.

“What’s wrong with the scene? Do you need something different?”

“No. I’m not gonna practically fuck Holland in front of my girlfriend dude. And my girlfriend’s dad. Not doing it.” Dylan shouted back but not in his normal toned of voice. No, this voice was pissed off.

“It’s not about me or her. It’s about Stiles. His story. Stop getting distracted.”

“Dude. No. It might sound crazy to you but I like her a lot. In fact I may love her. I’m not gonna do this while she watches.”

“Dylan. Lust and love are two different things. From what I’ve seen this is pure lust.” My dad’s hands were on his hips and shaking his head at his words.

“Why does everyone assume we don’t talk or hang out besides having sex? She’s my fucking girlfriend. We talk til 3 in the morning. She doesn’t even like baseball but she’ll watch reruns with me. I know all about her mom. I punched that fucking pretty boy that pressured her into sex. I even know that you just started to date and just stopped wearing your wedding ring. She trusts me.”

“Why can’t that be defined as friendship? You’re both young.”

“Because when I fuck your daughter it isn’t to get off!” Dylan paused realizing there was no going back.

“Dylan. Enough! That’s my daughter your talking about.”

“You want this scene done? Get the girl I love off the fucking set so I can concentrate without feeling like a piece of shit.”

“Okay, closed set. I’m only doing this because you don’t have experience with these types of scenes. Give me 5 minuets.”

“No. I’ll tell her myself,” Dylan matched inside in my direction and I had to pretend I was already listening.

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The Pack | Chapter Eight

“Her mom use to swim when she got sick. She swore by it. Every time she’s not feeling right, she swims.” Alex didn’t ever whisper and I was close enough to still hear every word.

“What about that guy?”

Dylan heard Posey’s question and sat down to listen cracking open another beer.

She told them, “They grew up together. Everyone thought they were together. Would end up married or whatever. That just never changed how she felt about sex… he was the perfect boyfriend in public but in private he was fucking everything that had two legs. We were all acting up and she was saying no to drugs, sex and a good time. It was complicated.”

Dylan was annoyed with the same info, “Complicated like how?”

Alex sat up, “She loved him but she led him on. Do you want the dirty details?”

“Yeah, I do actually. You don’t date someone you’re whole life and say no to sex.” Dylan wanted the truth to be ugly.

“Everything but pussy. You’d be surprised how long someone will hold on to the hope of scoring her. Now you get why he was so pissed off.”

I did lead him on.

We took advantage of each other.

Alex went on to explain the Big Bear ski trip his senior year and I got lost in my own memories…

In school, the two years we had high school at the same time, he’d use me as a pretend girlfriend and behind closed doors I would get to experience sex without sex. I remember one year our school did a field trip to Big Bear for Seniors, Juniors and Sophomores only. It was his last year of high school and he was already crowned king of senior year. Everyone treated us like the world’s best couple as soon as people found out I knew him pretty much since birth.

We weren’t suppose to have a room together but the senior boys had their way around the facility and I was put in the same room as Brody. At this point in our relationship we had showered together and had been fooling around since I was a Freshman. We never discussed dating or even loving each other romantically but we did immediately start fooling around because we thought that’s what you do at that age.

Up until then I was able to play pretend, let people assume, be the perfect girlfriend for everyone around us. In the privacy of my room we knew the truth. The lines were clear until now. I was so nervous and I didn’t want to blend two worlds nor let anyone else notice. All day I had to hear about the way people thought we were perfect and so cute together. I was ready for a break from the world. The first night of the trip

Brody and I went to the hot tub after hours. It finally felt normal to talk, the closeness without being forced and without people watching our every move.

I was comfortable with Brody, I took my bikini top off and his hands guided me onto his lap. We fell right into our private world that was just ours and quickly explored each other. He picked me up quickly switching positions as my arms held onto his neck. Our tongues twisted together as I felt him pull down my bottoms and pluck them out of the water. Brody had touched every inch of me before.

I whispered against his neck as he kissed mine, “Slow down.” He had been hearing this from me since we started fooling around. I could fool around but giving him my virginity was a whole new game. He was breathing heavy as his hands grasped my hips and teased my legs.

He whispered to me, “We’re on the big ski trip. We’re all alone. We’ve been fooling around for two years. What are you waiting for?” I looked up at him with my arms still around his neck, “Just not like this. A hot tub? We can do better.”

I was lying and saving face from telling him I was terrified. I was nervous, I wasn’t sure, I didn’t know how I felt about him beyond friendship and what sex would mean to him because it matter to me. I felt his fingers push inside me as I gasped and I heard him whisper as he watched me react, “Better like our room upstairs?”

I swallowed hard and knew there was only so long I could avoid this talk, “Brody, I’m scared.” His kisses were venom, poisoning my mind against my heart’s desires. He hot breath on my skin he spoke, “I’m not a virgin baby. I know how to take care of you.”

My lips couldn’t hold back the moan from his fingers, “Brody.” His hips slightly moved against my leg showing me he was hard. He knew I was close, he’d made me cum before, I gripped his biceps knowing I was climaxing. “That’s it, good girl. Ride my fingers.” He nearly smoothed out all my wrinkles with his voice.

We went back to the room and fooled around more, I blew him and he didn’t bring up penetration again. The next morning was when all hell broke loose. That was when the rumors started that I was basically a whore willing to fuck in public.

We commandeered the continental breakfast like a high school cafeteria. As I walked in and the room went silent, everyone was looking at me. Alex ran up to me shoving her phone in my face showing me a video of myself moaning against Brody in the hot tub. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. I scanned the room for Brody but his best friend said he was skiing the mountain. I hid in our room all day until he was back.

The video captured it all – me taking off my top, him taking my bottoms off and what looked like Brody fucking me because his hips were moving. He almost laughed when I showed him and inquired who could have done this. He told me, “People we’re getting suspicious. The guys were asking me why we don’t kiss and shit. I had to babe. Nothing is showing.”

My blood boiled immediately, “Did you film me blowing you in our room too?! What the fuck Brody! Your leaving for college but I have two years left of being called some whore!” He tried to touch me but I pushed back. Smirking like he knew he’d get away with it, “Its me babe! Your boyfriend. No one is gonna think that! They’re just not gonna doubt we do shit now.”

I felt betrayed, exposed knowing I came on camera and now my whole school has seen. He tried to kiss down to my lips but I stood frozen as he said, “We minus well have sex now. Right?” I pushed him away and locked myself in the bathroom. I only came out later for our friend’s room party and Brody was already gone.

Once I was at the party I down as much alcohol as readily available. By the time I ran into Brody I was drunk. I pulled down his T-shirt forcing myself on him, covering his neck and jaw in kisses. His friend who were never far away started cheering for him. He was their fearless leader, king, all around Mr. Popular. His eyes looked concerned at me being drunk but he knew better then to ask that with his friends there.

Straddling him lap as he sat down on the couch I lightly suckled his skin until I made a hickey. He kissed my lips quickly, a peck, before pushed my hips down, giving us space, “Hey, it’s a party, later we can do that.” I slipped off my crop top revealing a black strapless bra underneath. Brody immediately pushed me off his lap and we both stood up as he tried to cover me with his flannel he had over his shirt. I laughed, “They’ve already seen me topless and getting off Brody so who cares.”

Brody laughed bumping firsts with his friends before telling them, “That’s my cue. She needs that vitamin D.” The room was spinning some when I threw myself on our bed. Brody slammed the door, “What the fuck was that?!” I slipped off the bed losing the flannel and my skirt before I crawled on my knees to the edge of the bed where he stood.

I touched his belt and kept my voice low, “It minus well be true Brody. They all saw.” I dragged him down to me and I could feel his hard cock against my panties as my skirt pushed up. I looked up at the ceiling as he kissed me neck and the room was as dizzy as I was. I leaned up pulling my band bra off and letting my body fall back down. Brody took the opportunity to pull his shirt off and push his jeans down leaving on boxer briefs. I watched him undress as I pushed my own panties down my legs with the most effort I have ever used. I laid there naked once again with Brody hoping for exploration without giving away the ultimate prize. We resumed kissing, our tongues hungry and eager.

His hands grabbed my breasts and hips as he positioned himself still in his underwear. He stopped holding himself above me just looking at me before I said, “What?” His head dropped to my chest before he said, “You’re drunk. I can’t do that to you.”

That was also the first night he found out I knew about the other girls. I pushed him off me covering myself with his flannel, “Can’t or won’t? Your just gonna go fuck some random call who obeys everything you say!”

He leaned back against the pillows, “What are you talking about?”

I was angry and drunk, “I know about the other girls Brody. I know you fuck around because we don’t have sex.”

He laughed trying to deny it but I had the hard hitting questions he can’t ignore, “Then why aren’t you a Virgin too Brody? When did you have sex? Why didn’t you tell me?” Brody sighed deeply, “I have sex. It’s difficult to do what we do and not get sex. I lost my virginity Freshman year when you were in 7ths grade. I never told you because I didn’t wanna hurt you.” I raided the mini bar drinking the miniature alcohol with the same punch as a full size. I sat in a chair and said, “We were suppose to do this together. Be awful together. Your my best friend Brody.” That was the night I learned about make up sex.

Brody got on his knees in front of me telling me, “I knew you wouldn’t be awful after all we did. You weren’t ever gonna be awful. I wanted to be a pro for you.” I shook my head in disagreement as he continued, “I’m not your best friend. I’m your boyfriend. Do best friends do this?”

I felt his kisses cover my legs and finally make it to my pussy. He licked, suckled and teased my clit the way he always did. I forgave him instantly, melting into the chair as I orgasmed. The next morning, our last full day in Big Bear, we got breakfast together. As soon as we walked in his group of friends stood and started clapping before Ian announced, “To the guy who got laid most all weekend!”

Brody laughed and playfully pushed Ian. Ian kept joking telling Brody while we ate, “You have a real minx on your hands here. First the hot tub and then those moans last night bro. She’s a freak!”

I looked at Brody and Ian kept talking, “Babe those tits. Supreme. I gotta thank whatever geek put your sex tape out there!”

Brody filmed us and released it, Ian was the catalyst and the student body would keep it relevant for months. Brody kept eating letting his friends praise him while degrading me and what seemed like us having sex more then once in a few days. His other friend chummed in hitting his shoulder in praise, “That’s why your so calm during games, huh? Constant relief!” I got up trying not to cry as everyone stared at me again. What did the whole student body listen outside our door for moans? Wasn’t a tape enough?

Brody got high fives while I got called a slut. It lasted for months. I was the crazy horny girlfriend that guys would wink at and girls would talk shit about.Our relationship didn’t change behind closed doors, I still wasn’t ready for him to be the one and he still pushed for more. That was his own battle he was willing to fight as long as our peers deemed him a King. Dylan stood up and put his beer down, “Enough. Fuck. I already hate him without the image of him fucking my girl in my mind.” He started taking off his pants and shoes. Next was his shirt. He sat on the edge of the pool waiting for me to notice him. I swam to him and moved between his legs. “What’s the deal with the swimming?” My heart dropped knowing it was part of my mom, “My mom got sick with cancer. She refused chemo. Instead she lived in the water. She said it always helped, like a cleanse and believed it could healed anything.”

“Shit… he was more serious then I thought, huh.” “It wasn’t. He was just a close friend. The person I navigated the world with, I knew he wasn’t a virgin and was cheating on our agreement. You dated Britt for how many years?” “I don’t like knowing some asshole pressured you for sex. I also don’t like knowing he’s seen you naked, touched you and shit.” Shifting gears, he snaked down into the pool taking me close, “Let’s not talk about him.”

“It’s not easy seeing you make out with hot red heads mister. Which is probably a good time to tell you my dad wants me to produce and direct an episode. 3 from now. I read the script…” “I haven’t even read it! Babe. That’s amazing!”

“Apparently Stiles finally has sex…” “What! Seriously? Shit.”

Posey polled his head out, “Bro just don’t fuck in the pool, okay? We’re gonna head to bed.” Dylan shouted, “Hey Posey! Did you hear us last time?”

Posey shook his head and looked down, “Dude. Just keep it down. Didn’t you two just fuck before we got burgers? Slow down.” “I’m off tomorrow. We’re gonna get drunk and fuck bro. Celebrating! My girl is gonna direct next month’s episode!” “Congrats! Let’s do shots! But have your girl put on a top. I’ll get the whiskey!”

Dylan jumped out putting the fire pit on and grabbing me one of the throws on the chair. I wrapped myself up as I sat down in one of the chairs. “We’ve been up like 24 hours now.” Dylan laughed, “That’s why I sleep the whole day after 17 hour days.” Posey gave everyone shots and we cheers to the long day. Alex was well rested and laughed at our delirium.

It was the first time I witnessed Alex and Tyler kiss. “Everyone always asks about us. What about you two?” Alex said, “What? We hang out. We have sex. I don’t think either of us want a relationship. Not everyone is hopelessly in love.”

Dylan looked at me without saying anything but I knew we weren’t fooling around or wasting our time. Posey shouted, “Never have I ever! Yes! Great way to know each other without sex. And we’re all delirious now. I’ll start, never have I ever made YouTube videos.”

Dylan and him locked eyes and Dylan drank. Dylan poured more whiskey into his shot glass, “I never had sex in high school.” Both Alex and Posey drank but it was Alex’s turn, “Never have I ever been caught having sex by my dad.” I drank with Dylan and said, “Never have I ever been drunk and high in the same night.” They all drank up but Posey went next, “Never have I ever… lost my keys.”

We all drank except Posey and Dylan went next, “Never have I ever had a girl ride me… except tonight.” Posey stood up shocked, “What the fuck! No ones rode you except her?! Damn baby!”

Dylan grabbed his own crotch, “Too big man. They complain.” They both died laughing. And we were all at least 6 shots in by now. Dylan shouted, “I dare you two to make out!”

Posey easily took the challenge as Dylan leaned over whispering, “It’s our chance. Come on.” They’re tolerance was high because I felt drunk already, “Dylan I’m a light weight!” He laughed, “Oh yeah? Do a little boxing in your off time?”

I almost crawled up the stairs, “I’m so tired and drunk. Save me.” Finally, in his room I dropped the throw I had covering me and slide into his bed. Laying on my side I felt

Dylan’s body against mine, kissing my shoulder, “You’re amazing. I’m really glad you didn’t pick him.” I turned over on my back and Dylan leaned over me while I asked him, “If we’re making love, doesn’t that mean we’re in love?”

He licked his lips, “It’s crazy. Some part of me knows I’m gonna love you.” I asked him, “Was it always making love with Britt?” He laughed, “No. God no. It was always quick, rough – like before we got burgers. We hardly saw each other because of acting.” I felt his body adjust between my legs, “It’s another world with you. I lose control. I forget everything else. The way you feel – I can’t describe it. The way you react to me.”

Leaning up to kiss his neck, my hips were moving heading him talk and he was getting hard between my legs. I whispered, “How do I feel? How do I react baby?” I felt his finger tips push into my panties rubbing me, “Like this. Already wet for me. I love that. And when you feel my tip like this when I push your panties aside your hips beg for me.” A small sigh left my lips, “Dylan.”

“Yeah? You want me to put this inside your pussy baby?” I felt his hand holding his tip and rubbing it against me. He stopped quickly taking my panties off and tossing them as he leaned down kissing me on my lips.

My legs bent our tongues touched and I felt him push inside me and I moaned. “Oh fuck.” I knew he felt good the way he pushed inside me and slowly dragged out painfully slow. I kept kissing his neck and chest. Torturous or not, he still felt like heaven. Nothing like Brody. After we climax we both laid there just talking, cuddled up like we would die if we weren’t touching. I asked him, “What is your family like?” He smiled a little thinking of them, “My dad is a camera operator. My mom teaches. Married for like 30 years. My sister is a year and a half older then me. She’s also a lesbian.”

I was shocked and didn’t know why, “Wow. Super close in age. Was that hard for your parents or they’re open minded?” Dylan pulled out his phone scrolling until he found a photo of them both, “No. My mom missed out on girly stuff but she had me.”

I asked him how he felt about the sex scenes coming up and he said, “You’ll be directing the sex. Shouldn’t I ask you?” I was already jealous which wasn’t good. That must mean I liked him more then I was willing to admit. “I’m not thrilled to see it. You’d feel the same if I had to do sex scenes.”

“Yes I wouldn’t wanna see that. My experience with Brody the ex was enough for me. I’ve never gotten into a real fight.” I knew that wouldn’t be the last time I saw him. We both grew up in LA, going to the same places. We’d been up more then 24 hours now and I felt my eyes close as I was cuddled up against Dylan.

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The Pack | Chapter Seven

Dylan drove to his house first, before we met up with the rest of the cast, when Posey was just getting out of the car in the driveway too.

Posey asked him, “Showering too?” He turned to me, “I already texted Alex to meet us all there.”

Dylan was randomly singing and dancing up the stairs, “Babe! I’m gonna shower.”

Following him up the stairs, I got to his door and closed it behind me.

Our mouths were immediately opening on each other and our tongues exploring the inside of each other’s mouth. Pressed against his door I could feel all the hoodies padding the hard door when he started to pull off his shirt off between kisses.

I felt his hands slide under my shirt, teasing, his thumb scraping against my hard nipples. Finally, his big hands closed around my tits and squeeze, forcing me to exhale in a whimper.

Our kisses didn’t stop as his fingers continued to toy with my hard nipples, sending these chills down my spine. I pulled my shirt off with my bralette exposing myself to him.

Both shirtless.

He stepped back some, just to look before he touched.

Pushing my sweats off, his sweats, I took his hands and led him to bed just to straddle him.

Making out got heavy, heated, both trying to catch our breaths but couldn’t. I felt his hands grab my panty covered ass almost making me unintentionally bounce on top of his pant covered crotch.

Between kisses I heard a moan escape his lips as he looked down watching my panties grind against him with his mouth wide open.

Taking control I knew he couldn’t take anymore when as flipped us over and stood up to push his pants down. I quickly pushed my own panties down watching his penis spring out of his boxers.

Fully erected as his hand molded around himself, choking it even.

Grabbing a condom from his night stand he pushed it down on himself before getting between my legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, no matter how many times I had seen him naked. Every time felt new and shiny still.

Kissing again I felt his tip push inside me simultaneously and I couldn’t hold in the moan.

He whispered, “I don’t know if you noticed but my dick is pretty big baby. No ridding it yet.”

Pushing him back down and adjusted myself on top of him, “I like challenges.”

I slide myself down him slowly as he groaned before I started swaying my hips on top of him. I felt his hands grab my ass, dictating the pace as I rode him.

I started feeling my legs and arms shake, I knew I was close. Dylan sat up, his arms around me, keeping me bouncing through cumming, kissing my neck.

I knew he was close just by his breathing, “Don’t stop.” Dylan held me tight as he came inside, “Fuck. Jesus.”

I didn’t move just followed his body as he fell back and I slowly lifted myself off him.

He searched only with his hands for his phone and saw we’d be late for burgers with the cast. I got dressed slowly, watching him, taking in core memories. I put my jeans back on and converse after that.

Dylan gave Posey’s door a swift hit and yelled, “Broooo! We’re leaving!” There was no word so Dylan assumed he left already so we got into his Jeep and headed to In-And-Out. He sang to every song on the radio, knowing every word and dancing behind the wheel.

I hadn’t laughed so hard in my life.

He parked near some cars he knew pointing out which one was each person and how we were the last ones to arrive. We sat down with everyone and I was suddenly nervous. Everyone greeted us enthusiastically and some of the girls hugged Dylan.

“Hey. Hey! Listen up. This is my girl. Be nice hooligans.” I was even more nervous after his announcement.

They greeted me and asked me to come along to order at the front for everyone.

Touching his hands as he talked to the boys, I waited for his acknowledgment of me. The world seemed to stop when his brown eyes met mine. It barely came out of my mouth, we were so in-tuned to each other I was convinced I didn’t think I needed to speak at all.

“Babe. What do you want me to order?”

He was laughing like he already knew my every move, “Hey you. Number 10 with ice tea?”

He gave me a quick kiss, the kind approved for others and wouldn’t risk us fucking in his car, before I ran along with the girls to order the food. Lydia was really Holland, the girl who had to make out with Dylan and the brunette was Crystal. The rest of the cast were boys.

Holland forced a smile, she was protective of him and it showed. “So how did you guys meet?”

“Posey had a party. We met there, drunk, ended up being a wild night.”

The girls laughed politely before the grilling continued and Crystal took over the questioning. “How long have you been dating?”

I had to think, “Maybe two weeks. Very new.”

“Oh wow! You guys seem really cute. We didn’t even know he ended it with Brittney.” Holland was team ex-girlfriend, clearly.

“That’s kind of how we met too. She was cheating on him and he found out. We got drunk together. Ya know misery loves company.”

Crystal offered a genuine reaction, “Holy shit! He’s such a good guy. He doesn’t deserve that!”

Alex came out of nowhere adjusting her top before she offered her two cents. “He’s really sweet with her.”

After ordering we had to wait for our large order when I offered to food the bill courtesy of my very appreciative dad and my access to his funds. I kept being his daughter out of it, not sure what the girls knew.

Looking over my shoulder I saw Dylan being his authentic self, making everyone laugh and being animated. Scanning around me I saw a familiar face and immediately turned away.

Brody. My ex.

The trays of food were piled up when I uncomfortably took my place next to Dylan. I caught myself looking over my shoulder, trying to hide, trying to tell Alex without telling her verbally that he was here. Instead I suffered silently.

In his defense, this was the only burger place open late and growing up in LA, we all knew it well.

Dylan’s hand on my leg brought me back to reality when the older guys of the cast finally chimed in.

The other Tyler was older, very handsome, he said, “Excuse them. They have no manners.”

I laughed still looking over my shoulder as Posey spoke next, “Dyl! That scene! Finally Stiles got some.”

Holland said, “We’re just glad he showed up for burgers on time…”

Posey said, “Gotta shower off the sex scene ya know haha.”

Crystal laughed, “But he isn’t wet.”

Posey said, “Exactly. He got some!”

They both slapped hands in some kind of celebration that we had sex before coming here. I was losing count of how many times we fucked a day. Neither of us could keep our hands off each other.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and a cold chill enclose itself around my spine when I heard Brody’s voice. “Hey. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks. You stopped texting me back.”

I stood up trying to contain it, “Hey! How are you? What are you doing here?”

“Grabbing some grub with the boys. What are you doing? Is this the guy you’re dad told me about?”

“This is Dylan. And some friends. We’re just grabbing a bite too. Been a long day.”

Dylan turned around slapping his hand very casual and worry free, “What’s up man.”

“Dylan, this is one of my oldest friends: Brody.”

Brody’s tongue smeared across his bottom lip, judging him and assessing the damage. “Hey, man. What’s up. Alex, gonna ignore me?”

Alex was trying to play cool, “Brody. Hey. How’s the brutal sting of rejection?”

“Right. Okay, Alex. Good to see you, babe. Text me.” His lips collided with the side of my face before he left without making a war zone.

Dylan didn’t realize who he was at all. Picking up my phone, I texted Alex rapidly, ranting and cursing his name all over again.

Dylan leaned over, “You okay?”

“Just awkward.”

“He’s the guy who pushed you to fuck him? That’s why you’re all tense now?”

I just nodded and ate my food while everyone chatted. After we finished laughing and eating we all parted ways. Not once did I relax, not with knowing he was here watching me.

Alex and Posey walked with us having parked next to us. Brody leaning against his dad’s vintage Porsche he gave him for his 16th birthday felt trite now.

We had a life time together, we knew each other better than anyone. Straight out of some romantic comedy but he wasn’t the one I was choosing in the end.

I whispered to Dylan, “I’ll be right back.” Leaving room between us I locked eyes with Brody, “What do you want Brody?”

He kept leaning in his leather jacket and boots, “I wanna talk to you without your friend.”

“About what? We talked, we argued, then you vanished like normal.”

He stepped forward and I stepped backwards. Dylan came over touching my back, “Hey, buddy. Relax. What’s your problem?”

“This doesn’t involve you bro. Her mom use to watch us together since we were 3. We went through school together. Puberty together. When her mom died of breast cancer. First time we drank or got high. I know every inch of this girl. Who are you?”

“Every inch? Except when she doesn’t wanna fuck you.” Dylan stepped in front of me getting in his face.

Brody unafraid shot back, “Congratulation, fucking loser. You known her five minuets and you fucked her. Do you think that means something?”

“You’re one step away from date rape bro. I didn’t even have to use the word please, she willingly took those panties off.” Dylan’s deviant smile too over his face and suddenly I realized he had a dark side too.

Brody pushed him, forcing him back out of his face, “She’s over reacting. She said no and I backed off. Big fucking deal.”

Dylan pushed him back, “Dude. What the fuck. You’re a douche bag. Leave her alone.”

Posey came over to make sure everything was okay, “Dyl, you good?”

Dylan turned to Posey, “He’s a fucking jackass. Her “ex”. Let’s use that loosely. He’s the one who guilted her into sex.”

Posey shot him an awful face for being a creep.

Brody shouted from his Porsche, “You gonna call off your guard dogs or no? You’ve known me forever. Get in the car. We have unfinished business.”

Dylan gave him a look like why would he even ask and I stepped towards him through both guys in front of me, “Brody! For Christ sake say what you want! I’m standing here!”

I thanked them both for standing up for me but I needed a minuet alone. Dylan asked me if I was sure and Alex told me not to bother with him. “I’ve known him forever. He knew my mom. I owe him at least that.”

“You’re not serious? After everything?” Dylan’s eyebrow wrinkled.

“It’ll be quick. I don’t expect you to stay. I can call an Uber.”

“I’m not leaving. I’ll be right here. Posey you staying?”

Posey leaned against Dylan’s Jeep with him, “staying.”

I walked over to his Porsche where he rolled down the window and told me to get in. I figured he didn’t want them to hear or see so I willingly got in. Uncomfortable I kept my hands folded in my lap, something I never felt around him.

There were a handful of people I could be myself around and Brody just terminated that right.

“Your dad said you stayed at his place. He called me worried that night, I was freaking out.”

“That’s true. We’ve been inseparable for days.”

“So you fucked him?” His hands around the steering wheel strangled the leather.

“Not intentionally. We were drunk.”

“So he took advantage of you? Fucked you when you couldn’t say no?”

“No. Stop. It wasn’t like that. He’s a good guy. You’d like him.”

Brody looked at me, “Hard to like someone who took that from me.”

I shifted in my seat, “I know. I can’t go back or say what could have been. Dylan is important to me now.”

“You never gave me a chance.”

“I did every day Brody. We’ve know each other for years and it always just boiled down to sex. I wasn’t ready and you couldn’t wait. I always knew about the other girls Brody.”

“Oh, please. Alex put that in your head? It’s difficult when you aren’t a virgin, babe. I wanna be okay fucking dry hyping, using those toys - fuck just fooling around but it comes to a point that you need more.”

“I understand that but I can’t just give you my virginity just because you need to get off and had a tantrum.”

“I wasn’t just anyone. I was the guy you’ve know forever. You don’t know this guy at all but it was okay fucking him.”

“I know him enough. We’re getting to know each other. Exploring.” It sounded less confident than I meant.

“He’s some actor on your Daddy’s show. Does he even know who your dad is? Think he can fuck his way to an Oscar?”

“Don’t be an asshole. He’s someone I’m passionate about. I feel things I’ve never felt. I’m not ending things because you finally realized you treated me horribly. He’s been waiting for me. I should go.”

I went for the door handle, cracking the door open as he leaned over to stop me. His lips collided with mine before whispering, “I can make you horny if this is what this is about. I have before.”

I pushed him away not interested in rehashing anything, “Brody! Stop!”

His arms were trying to get around me but thankfully Dylan opened the door more to make sure I was okay. I launched myself out of the small car and right into Dylan’s arms.

I could feel Dylan’s heart was racing against my face pressed against him. Looking down at me he called Posey over.

“Go with him,” Dylan handed me off like precious cargo.

Making sure I got safely in Dylan’s jeep I sat there trying to will my eyes closed but I couldn’t look away.

Dylan pulled him out of the car once he got to his side, “Are you fucking kidding me?” Punching Brody in the face only forced Brody fought back.

Brody cut Dylan’s lip in the process but it only fueled Dylan more when Poset had to physically had to rip Dylan off of my ex.

Once he was in the car he was scared to touch me but wanted to. I felt violated. His hands grabbing me, trapping me, the pushing for more. It only brought back his anger when I would say no.

Seeing Dylan’s lip and immediately grabbed a napkin from my purse to clean him up, “Are you okay? I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

Dylan’s hand finally touched my leg and I felt comfortable again. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”

With a big inhale I explained, “He just got aggressive. I didn’t want you to think I was letting him kiss me. I wasn’t. It just brought back a lot of memories.”

Dylan took me into his arms, “God. I hate that guy. Let’s go home.”

Posey waited for us to leave, he had his back which was amazing. When we got back Dylan went right for the kitchen and grabbed a drink. He drank half his beer in one shot.

Posey tossed out, “Slow down bro.”

I stood out at the sliding doors looking at the pool. It wasn’t warm enough to swim but I needed to cleanse. I need to scrub myself clean of Brody.

I wanted to forget him altogether.

Stepping outside, I kicked off my converse first before I discarded every item I had on. My jeans, my sweater, my flowy top, my bra, only leaving my panties on as I dived in.

I heard Dylan as my head went under water, muffled and sounded far away as he shouted: “Hey!”

I didn’t both coming up, not yet, when he gave up and I saw Alex explaining when I finally came to the top. Dylan leaned against the sliding doors watching me as he drank like it wasn’t enough to just do nothing. He needed to actively worry and it only made my heart ache for him more.

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Heyyy i love the pack story i can’t wait for part 8 it’s so amazinggg!

Omg thank you! I have A LOT written it’s just a matter of making it pretty. I was sick as a dog than in a funk with writing but I’ll have more Dylan up tonight! 🖤🖤🖤