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  “Tyler…” she murmurs breathlessly and grabs the sink to hold on.

  “You better get used to that because that’s the way it is.” I wait for her to answer and when none comes, I ask, “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Two birds…one rock.” She takes a breath. “One very big rock.”

  I grin. “Right, now get that sweet ass of yours over here.”

  She drops her robe, saunters up to me, and steps into the shower. I follow her in and adjust the spray to fall over her body. “Mmm,” she moans and puts her head under the spray. I stand there for a moment, taking pleasure in her naked body and the way the warm water pools on her puckered nipples before spilling to the floor.

  Her eyes open. “You coming?”

  I laugh at that. “Already did, now it’s your turn.”

  “You’re a bad boy, Tyler.”

  “You don’t know the half of it,” I growl into her ear, and nibble the lobe.

  I move behind her and slide my hands around her body to cup her gorgeous breasts.

  “I know some things.”

  “You don’t know anything,” I tell her. Truthfully, she only knows what the media prints about me, what’s said about me on the MMA circuit.

  “I know that you’re the poster boy for authority issues.” I laugh and her body vibrates as it trickles through her.

  “That could be true,” I say and move her hair to kiss her neck.

  “You don’t know anything about me either,” she moans, and I slide a hand down her stomach until I reach her puckered clit. I consider what I know about her, and it’s a hell of a lot more than she thinks. Her brother adored her, protected her. Fuck, he’s going to kill me for having my hands and mouth all over her right now—never mind last night. Then again, Haven is a grown woman and can sleep with any guy she wants, as long as it’s me.

  “I know you like this,” I say and slide a thick finger inside. Her whimpering little moan pleases me and I hold my finger still. “Unless I’m wrong?” I tease.

  “Not wrong,” she says.

  “Show me how much you like me in here, Haven,” I say, my voice rough and thick against her ear.

  She moves her hips, her sweet ass rubbing up against my thickening cock with each movement, but this is for her. I might have to jack off later, but that’s fine. Better yet, maybe I’ll find a quiet spot on the set today and put my dick inside her.

  My finger sinks in and out of her tight channel, and I brush my thumb over one nipple and press the pad of my thumb to her clit.

  “Tyler,” she moans.

  “You need to get showered, Haven. Two birds, remember.” I pull my finger from her tight pussy. “Grab the body wash and get to work. You can just pretend I’m not even here.”

  Yeah, I’m playing with her, and when she angles her head, catching the teasing on my face, she nods. “You’re right. I don’t want to be late.”

  She squirts a generous amount of body wash into her hand and begins to hum. I circle her body, until we’re face to face and my heart hammers at the lust in her eyes. I like having her like this. Getting ready for work, getting her mind on something, while I take full ownership of her pleasure.

  She washes her arms, and her breasts, as I widen her pussy lips and run the rough pad of my thumb over her swollen clit. She moans, and I hush her.

  “Shh, I’m not here remember.”

  “Right,” she says so low I have to strain to hear her. I toy with her clit, and push a finger inside her. She quivers around me and closes her eyes as she continues to lather her sweet body. She leans back and lets the spray wash the suds from her breasts and that’s my cue to take one into my mouth. I suck hard, nip and then lick lightly to ease the sting. The pleasure pain combination does something to her. With her eyes still closed, her throat makes a sound as she gives a hard swallow.

  “I’m still not here,” I say and push another finger into her tight pussy. She bites down on her lips and reaches for the shampoo. She pours it into her palm and lathers up her long locks, piling them on her head and arching her back as I fuck her with my finger. A little faster now, a little more purpose to my movements. She whimpers, and the sound strokes my swollen cock.

  She goes back to humming, and the sound is choppy, breathy, a little off kilter, and I love that I can do this to her. With my finger still inside her, her body so damn close to shattering, I drop to my knees and suck her clit into my mouth.

  I roll the nub between my teeth and lean back, to enjoy the way my fingers move in and out of her. Christ, I wish it was my cock, but there is no time for that right now and besides, I didn’t bring a condom. Her hands fall to my shoulders and she holds on as her entire body shudders around me.

  “Fuck yeah,” I murmur, and glance up to see her staring at me, those blue eyes of hers hazy and half-lidded.

  “Ty,” she says, and I love the way she shortens my name. She wobbles a bit, and I stand and slide one arm around her.

  “I’m here now. I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall and nothing bad is ever going to happen to you as long as I’m around.”

  She presses her face to my chest, as she rides out the waves, and I cradle her to me, and hold her until she comes back from heaven. A moment later, she takes a deep breath and pushes away from me.

  “That was…” She shakes her head, like she’s unable to put it into words.

  “Get used to it, Haven. Don’t even think you’re going to get away with giving me a blow job without letting me have my fill of you. That’s not how this works.”

  She blinks up at me, like she really doesn’t know me at all, and she doesn’t. “Yeah, I’m never making that mistake again.”

  6

  Haven

  My God, it’s hard to think straight, and I can forget about remembering my lines. How a girl is expected to recall anything with Tyler so close, looking damn hot while working on a gazebo structure for the movie, is beyond me. I steal a fast glance at him as the warm summer sun shines down on me and almost warms the chill in my bones. I suppose nothing will do that until the letters stop, and I really hope it’s nothing more than some asshole trying to scare me for kicks. I can’t consider the alternative. I’d never sleep. Then again, with Tyler in bed with me…

  “Are you okay?” Olivia, the girl who plays my best friend in the movie asks. I turn to her and nod.

  “Yeah, just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  She gives me an all-knowing grin. “If I were in Tyler’s bed, I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep either.”

  I stiffen, my mind going back to the loud noise I heard outside the house. Was she out there watching? No, of course not. This is a small town and obviously news travels fast. “How do you know I was in Tyler’s bed?”

  “Oh, you are so busted, Haven.” She laughs and takes a big bite out of her cranberry muffin. Around a mouthful she says, “I had no idea who’s bed you were in, but from the way you keep staring at Tyler, I just guessed it was his…” She snaps her fingers. “And damn girl, nice going. That man is fine.”

  “Technically I was in his bed,” I hedge. “He gave it up for me.”

  “Oh, I just bet he did,” she says with a hard eye roll that almost gives me a headache, and I just laugh. Everything that comes out of my mouth sounds sexual, probably because I can’t stop thinking about last night, and really, there’s no point in denying it. We’re playing boyfriend and girlfriend for my safety. Everyone might as well know.

  It just seems weird to talk about sex with Olivia, and everyone is very well aware that I just met Tyler—and probably that my brother hates him. I don’t usually jump into bed so fast. Not that there is anything wrong with that, it’s just not me. I’m glad I changed my stance on that. Although I doubt I would have done it with any other man. Just then, Shannon walks by and I give her a smile. I don’t want to talk about my sex life in front of her. She’s in her early fifties, with a daughter my age, and I’m sure she’s not interested in hearing about my sex life.
She always played younger, so twenty or so years ago, I have no doubt she would have had the lead in this romantic comedy. She was huge in her day—Hollywood elite—and I’ve admired her for years. She’s one of the people who’s always been truly nice to me. Her daughter hasn’t quite achieved Shannon’s success. I like her though. We were in a movie together a few years ago, when I mistakenly fell for the leading man, which created chaos on the set, and our ugly breakup landed on all the front-page spreads. Ugh. I wish I could forget that mess. I’m sure the cast I worked with at the time could too. They were all hounded by the paparazzi, which proved unfavorable for them all.

  Olivia gestures with a nod after Shannon disappears. “What’s the story on his brother, Jared?”

  I shrug. “I don’t really know him. Only met him for a few minutes,” I say, as Mason, our director, comes over to us, mumbling curses under his breath. He came in after I’d gone to bed last night and both he and Jonah were gone before I made my way downstairs this morning. According to Gram, she fed them both before they started their day.

  “Is there a problem?” I ask, and a shiver wracks my body. Tyler’s asked me that question a lot in the last twenty-four hours.

  “Yeah, our damn choreographer for the fight scene broke his arm motocross racing.” He pours a cup of coffee and frowns. “I suppose I could get Feldman.”

  “I actually think he’s on his honeymoon,” I say. “Didn’t he just get married?”

  Mason looks at me. “Right, shit.” His gaze lifts, locks on mine. “Any ideas?”

  “Actually, yeah,” I say. I shift until I’m once again looking at Tyler, and as if feeling my eyes on him, admiring his big arms as he reaches for a piece of lumber, his head lifts. I quickly turn back to Mason. “What about Tyler Owens? You know, The Hammer.”

  He nods like the pieces are falling in to place. “I thought I recognized him. What the hell is he doing in Blue Bay? Wait, didn’t your brother steal his title?”

  “He didn’t steal it, he rightfully won it, and this is his hometown.”

  He gives a half laugh, half snort. “Yeah, I’m sure he sees it that way too. Watch out for him, Haven. There’s a lot of hatred between the two.”

  I stiffen at the warning, although there’s nothing for me to be worried about. Tyler is a nice guy, doing me a huge favor. What’s between my brother and him doesn’t extend to me, right? I shove that thought away and say, “As a former MMA fighter, I’m sure he can help us put together a fight sequence.”

  He scrubs his chin, and his brown eyes narrow, the way they always do when he’s running something through his mind. “Not a bad idea. Do you know him?”

  Intimately.

  “I met him at the house last night.”

  He plucks a croissant from the tray of breakfast sweets. “Good, make it happen.”

  “I’m not sure—”

  “Make it happen, Haven,” he says, the finality in his voice shutting me down. Always the pleaser, always the girl to do what she’s told, I nod and watch him walk away. I sigh, forgetting Olivia is there until she speaks.

  “That guy is an asshole.”

  “Yeah, well. He’s taking a chance on me. It’s not like I’ve been in demand lately and I really need this movie to be a blockbuster.”

  “Yeah, I know, but if he talked to me like that, I’d tell him to fuck off.” She pops another bite of muffin into her mouth and I wonder what Haven would do, the real Haven, the one I don’t know. This Haven, the actress, goes along to get along. Acting is all I know. Without it, I’m nothing. Sometimes I even wonder if I enjoy it anymore.

  “I guess you’d better go charm lover-boy. While you’re at it, get the deets on his brother, for me.” I’m about to tell her no until she turns those pleading eyes at me. I like Olivia, I do, but she has a habit of picking a local from our shoot location and sleeping with him during filming, and then dumping his sorry ass before riding off into the sunset, alone. The Owens boys are nice, and I don’t want to see her hurt any of them. Although I suspect Jared isn’t the type looking to settle down, so maybe the two can have a little hook-up fun.

  “I’ll see what I can do.” I fill two paper cups with coffee, remembering from our breakfast around the old oaken table this morning that the boys all drink their coffee black. I carry them over. Honestly, it was fun sitting around the table with them, although I only had a few minutes, but listening to them all carry on like brothers filled my heart with warmth. It’s hard to believe they don’t have any sisters. “You guys looked like you could use a cup,” I say.

  They both graciously accept and thank me. “Hey, Jared,” I say and don’t miss the way Tyler’s eyes are drilling into me, like he has something on his mind. “My friend over there, Olivia. She wanted me to say hello.”

  A big, goofy adorable grin spreads across his face, and I’m sure he has no trouble finding women on his own. “Thanks for letting me know.” He goes back to sorting lumber, and I turn to Tyler, and try not to react to his close proximity, or how his scent of pine and testosterone turn me into some sort of nymphomaniac. But yeah, I want him again.

  “What’s going on with him?” Tyler asks and gestures over my head. I turn to see Mason talking to the lighting guy. “Seemed like he was giving you a hard time.”

  “No, it’s not that,” I begin, a little surprised by his protective side, even though I shouldn’t be. “It’s just, well…” I really hope I’m not overstepping here. Tyler is doing enough for me as it is, and I feel like a jerk putting his name forward without asking first. “He wanted to know if you would be open to helping our leading men with the fight scene.”

  “That’s not really what I do,” he says. “Besides, I’m busy building some structures for the set. Sean put me on these projects.”

  “No worries, bro.” Jared wipes his brow with his forearm. “Carter is about to finish up on the Mackenzie cottage. I’m sure he could help if you’re needed elsewhere.” Tyler glares at his brother. “What? You’ve got a problem with Carter helping?” he asks with a smirk.

  “Fuck you,” Tyler says and Jared laughs. The two are clearly sharing some inside joke. “I’d ask Jace, but he’s been hired as cook for the crew. He’s set up at Gram’s. Cast and crew will be headed there for all their meals.”

  He runs thick fingers through his damp hair and my body tingles, awakening in awareness. “All the more reason for me to get out.”

  “What’s that?” Jared asks.

  “Nothing.” He turns back to me, and stares so long and hard, I begin to fidget under his questioning green eyes. “Is this important to you, Haven?”

  “In a sense, yes. I suggested you, because...” When he arches a brow, I hold my hands up and say, “Because he was in a bind. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have put your name out there without asking.”

  He takes a drink from his paper cup, and glances around. “Coming to Mason’s rescue gives you points, huh?”

  I make a mental note never to try and pull one over on him. Not that I would ever want to deceive him. But the man is intuitive, that’s for sure. “Yeah, again, sorry to use you like that. I can’t lose this job—”

  “Why?” he asks, his question cutting off my train of thought and totally catching me off guard.

  I blink several times as he waits for me to explain. “It’s my life, Tyler. I’ve been acting since I was four months old. I’d be lost if I wasn’t on set. You of all people must understand that, coming from the cage. Fighting is your life. I mean it was, and I guess now you’ve found a new purpose. But I don’t have…” I let my words fall off and he arches his brow as I go on the defense. Why the hell am I getting all worked up? He was just asking a simple question. “If you don’t want to—”

  “I never said that.” His voice drops an octave as he scrubs his chin.

  “So you will?” I ask. The muscles along his jaw ripple, and I add, “I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.”

  “Yeah, you will, and I have one condition,” he finally says.
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br />   I eye him, having no idea where he’s going with this, “Okay, what?”

  “You come to the gym with me.”

  My heart sinks into my stomach, and my blood drains to my feet. I mean I know I put a bit of weight on, stress eating when I started seeing those letters, but come on. He angles his head and grips my elbow to pull me back. My body collides with his and a little gasp catches in my throat.

  “I train kids. Teach the basics of MMA a couple times a week,” he quickly explains, like he was privy to my self-conscious inner thoughts. I might present confidence to the world, and maybe always pretending to be someone else is easier than figuring out who I really am. What if people don’t like that girl?

  “Oh, I didn’t realize that.” A smile touches my mouth as I visualize this big hulk of a man teaching children.

  “Something funny?”

  “No, it’s just I think that’s really nice. I bet the kids love having a former MMA fighter teaching them.”

  “I want to teach you some moves, you know, just in case,” he says lowering his voice as his brother starts hammering a nail into the wood beside us.

  “All these years, I managed to stay out of a cage and not even twenty-four hours after meeting you, I’m doing something completely out of character.” I give a humorless laugh. “My brother would be shocked.”

  “Your brother never has to know if you don’t want him to.”

  “You’re right. If he knew you were the guy who talked me into climbing into a cage after always saying no to him, it might piss him off. Especially considering your history.”

  He laughs lightly at that. “I just want to teach you some moves.” Heat crawls into my face as I consider this man’s moves. My God, the things he did to me between the sheets, in the shower. Once again, as if reading my mind, that sexy, all-knowing smirk is back on his handsome face when he says, “I’m talking about in the cage.”

  “I know,” I say breathlessly.

  “Although I’m not opposed to showing you a few more moves in the bedroom,” he teases, but then a frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Your brother never has to know about that, either.”