Page 94 of Good at Being Alive
Even the campground, right in the town’s center, is at thebase of a waterfall so picturesque it’s hard to believe it’s real. We are filmed pretending to unpack, then we have dinner with the crew on an outdoor patio in town while Katrina remains in the RV, setting up for the final shoot. The air is cool. I pull Theo’s sweatshirt on over the T-shirt and shorts I wore earlier, and goose bumps prickle along my thigh when my husband’s hand lands there and slides north, hidden from view by the table. I mention that the RV is “incredibly tight” so many times that even Lars finally gets fedup.
“Bex,” he says, “it’s just one night, for god’s sake.”
My foot taps impatiently. “Shouldn’t we head back? It’s getting late if you’re still going to be filming.”
“Tonight’s a little different,” he says. Theo and I exchange a nervous glance. “You guys are, for the most part, just going to do your thing. Katrina’s there setting up the cameras and microphones now.”
Theo’s head jerks toward him. “What?”
“We’re just putting cameras in the upper corners of the bedroom and living area. We’ll grab a little footage of you squeezing around each other, trying to get ready for bed, and then the lights will be off and we’ll just need to see some shapes moving in the bed, you know…as if something’s happening. And then one of you can sleep on the pull-out. Which works well, actually, since you’re not supposed to be getting along at this stage.”
Instead of getting our night alone…we’re getting a night where our every move is being tracked and recorded. Where we get topretendto have sex but can’t actually have sex. We won’t even be able to sneak off to the shower…It’s barely big enough foroneofus.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say Lars was a world-class cockblocker.
Twenty minutes later, we’re back at the RV. I climb into bed once I’ve brushed my teeth and changed into pajamas, and thelights go off. Through a speaker I didn’t know was in the room, Lars gives us our instructions.
“Let’s get this done, guys,” he says. “Moving shapes in the darkness. Put on a show for five minutes. I’ll tell you when we’ve got enough.”
Theo and I exchange a glance. This five minutes on camera, under a blanket, is all we’re going to get.
I climb into bed and Theo exits, then returns a moment later, already shirtless. When he hunches over to avoid hitting the low doorframe, his abs look like a package of dinner rolls.
“You know what I’m craving right now?” I ask. “Dinner rolls.”
He laughs quietly, pulling back the covers. “That’s exactly the kind of sexy talk I’d expect from you in bed.”
Beneath the blanket, his hand slides over my hip and down my thigh. His cock—hard as steel—brushes against my side.
“Why are you craving dinner rolls?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. His hand goes between my legs, slipping beneath my shorts.
He buries his face into my neck. “So wet,” he whispers against my ear.
“I don’t know why I’m craving dinner rolls,” I reply loudly, arching into his hand as his fingers slide in and out. “Maybe I haven’t been fed enough lately.”
He removes his hand entirely and wipes a wet finger over my lips, slipping it against my tongue. “I had no idea you needed to be fed,” he whispers. “I’m a little hungry myself.”
His hand has just returned to the exact place I want it when Lars’s voice crackles over the speaker in the corner. “Okay guys, I need to see more action in there. You’re newlyweds. You’re not just going to lie beside each other talking about dinner rolls, for fuck’s sake.”
“I suppose we’d better put on a show, then,” says Theo, rolling me beneath him, his weight pressing me into the mattress.
My eyes meet his as I reach below the blanket and slip his shorts down. He’s hot and hard in my palm.
“Rebecca,” he warns, removing my hand.
He doesn’t whisper it, but I imagine everyone listening will assume I pinched him or did something less pleasant than what I’m actually doing.
“Please,” I mouth.
“Fuck it,” he grunts. Before I can ask what that means, he pushes my shorts to the side and slides inside me. I swallow hard to hold in a gasp. His mouth lands on mine, quietly releasing his own.
He moves to my ear. “Say something mean. If you don’t complain, they’ll start to suspect.”
I gasp again, grasping his face and pulling it back to my own as he thrusts harder. “For once in my life, nothing’s coming to mind.”
My legs spread wide to let him go farther, and he nips my earlobe. “Don’t,” he groans into my ear. “I’ll come too fast if you do it. Please complain. Fuck. That’s so good, Bex.”
“You’re incredibly heavy,” I announce loudly. “How much do you even weigh?”
