After he finally gets dressed, I tell him again everything that needs to be done, and I leave for the shoot. I have Brody going over to help too because, well, Blake needs it.

I pull up to Kallie's and smile. I can't wait to do this shoot and get her to her party. She's going to be so excited. I take the stairs and check my phone to see if Brinley has called. I texted her earlier and haven't heard back. Hopefully she's here already.

I knock on the door and walk in. Kallie is standing in the kitchen with her a.s.sistant for the day. She smiles when she sees me, which I return.

"Jax, this is Megan. She's going to be a.s.sisting me today with the shoot," she says, gesturing to Megan.

I can see immediately that she blushes, and I grin at her. "Hi, Megan, nice to meet you." I reach out my hand to shake hers, and she sticks out a very shaky hand. Her palms are sweating, and she looks overcome. "Megan, you know I'm just a guy, right? Ask Kallie. We hang out like you hang out with your friends," I explain with a wink.

She turns to Kallie with wide eyes and Kallie laughs.

"Yep, Jax is one of my best friends. Greatest guy I've ever met," she says, smiling at me.

I say f.u.c.k it, give her a kiss on the cheek, and pull her in for a hug. "I'm only one of your best friends, huh? I'm not working hard enough then." I kiss below her ear before pulling away, smiling. I know I got her attention with that.

She clears her throat a few times before checking the clock. "How about we go into the studio, and I'll show Megan how things are going to work, while we wait for Brinley?" she suggests.

I want to laugh at her for needing a distraction because suddenly I do too. I need to get my d.i.c.k under control today.

Once we enter the studio, the photographer comes out. She's professional and confident with every word she speaks. I sit on the bed while she shows Megan around and explains everything that will happen today. It's pretty amazing to watch, actually.

I check my phone again, and still nothing from Brinley. Where the f.u.c.k is she? She definitely should have been here by now. She had better not f.u.c.k this up.

"Hey, Jax, do me a favor while I let Megan take a few practice shots. Call Brinley and see where the h.e.l.l she's at," she says with wide eyes. The girl must be a f.u.c.king mind reader.

"You got it," I say and leave the studio, because I'm hoping I really can get a hold of her. I dial and start pacing the living room.

"s.h.i.t, h.e.l.lo?" she answers.

I breathe a sigh of relief. "Brinley, where the h.e.l.l are you? We're supposed to be doing the shoot soon. Kallie is looking for you," I ask, checking the studio door.

I can hear voices in the background, but I can't make anything out.

"Umm, hang on," she says.

I grab the back of my neck in frustration while I wait for her to come back. When she does, it's quiet.

"Jax, we have a problem. Braden is here at your house but Sarah isn't. She said she needed to take the girls to the doctor. Everyone over here is flipping s.h.i.t because they don't know what to do without the instruction of a woman. What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you guys? You seriously can't put up decorations and get a party going? f.u.c.k. They don't want me to leave. I've been trying for the last half hour. Blake literally got on his knees, begging me," she says with frustration clear in her voice.

Oh, you have got to be f.u.c.king kidding me. This is f.u.c.king bulls.h.i.t. I'll give it to the guys, I wouldn't know what to do either, but s.h.i.t, I need Brinley too.

"So now what? We told her this was a couples shoot. She's not going to do it with just me. She's going to flip her s.h.i.t, and she's going to call you, p.i.s.sed off. What the f.u.c.k am I supposed to do?" I hiss, rubbing my forehead like it's going to give me some f.u.c.king answers.

"Oh my G.o.d, I've got it. I'll call her and tell her my mom needed me. She won't question that, believe me," she proudly says.

I roll my eyes and keep up my rubbing. "Great, so your a.s.s is covered. What about the shoot?" I ask.

"Let me finish. Kallie can be your model," she excitedly says.

What the f.u.c.k? Oh, actually, I like this idea. The more I think about it, the more I f.u.c.king love it. Both of us almost naked and touching each other. Sold.

"f.u.c.king brilliant. She's got that a.s.sistant here. She can do the photos. Do you think she'll do it?" I ask, checking over my shoulder.

She laughs and I hear all the voices again. "She'll fight it, but she'll do it. Photography is her life, she'll make it work any way it needs to be done," she says.

I grin and adjust my c.o.c.k at the visuals running through my head. "Perfect. You better call her and give your excuse because I feel like it's going to take me some time to convince her, and we need to be there in like two hours. So hurry up."

We hang up, and I sit on the couch, hoping she'll take the call out here away from Megan. I'll have better luck convincing her without anyone else around. I turn my head when I hear the studio door slam closed. s.h.i.t, she's really p.i.s.sed.

"Brin, I know she needs you, but f.u.c.k, so do I. What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do now? I've got Jax here and Megan here. I need to get this done today. There's no postponing it." She looks at me with helpless eyes, and I feel f.u.c.king horrible for all this lying. She had better not want to chop my d.i.c.k off after this is all said and done. "Are you f.u.c.king crazy? Are you drunk or high? I'm not a f.u.c.king model. I'm a G.o.d d.a.m.n photographer." Brinley must be talking, because Kallie is just shaking her head. "I'll figure something out. Give your mom a kiss from me." She hangs up, comes over to the couch, and plops down next to me. She lays her head on my shoulder and sighs. "You know she's not coming. Now what?" she mumbles.

I wrap my arm around her, and we lean back on the couch. "Now, you get to make your modeling debut," I say, nudging her shoulder.

She lifts her head and stares at me. "You and Brinley are f.u.c.king crazy. I'm not doing it. I'm not a model. I'm a photographer. How about Megan? She can do it," she frantically suggests.

I laugh and rub her shoulder. "I don't think Megan has the kind of look this author is going for," I say.

She puts her head back on my shoulder and sighs. "Why is this happening? I wanted this shoot to be perfect, especially with Megan here," she whispers, sadness dripping off every word.

f.u.c.king Sarah, I'm starting to think she really is a b.i.t.c.h. She's f.u.c.king up this whole thing, causing Kallie to be miserable before the party.

"It will be perfect. Come on, at least it's me you'll be shooting with. You know you'll be in good hands," I say, b.u.mping her shoulder and she giggles.

"Oh, f.u.c.k me. I don't want to do this. I'm not comfortable enough with myself to do this," she whines.

"Kallie, I've seen your body. Believe me, you have nothing to worry about. You are s.e.xy, stunning, sensational, seductive-"

"All right, all right, shut up. Ugh, f.u.c.k." She stands up and looks at the studio room door, then me, then back again. She blows out a huge breath and straightens her back. "I need to go do my hair and makeup. Please go tell Megan the change in plans," she says, trying to find her confidence.

She goes into the bathroom and closes the door. I smile, knowing shortly I'll be touching her, and there is nothing she can do about it.

I'm sitting on the bed in my boxers waiting for Kallie to finish explaining everything to Megan. I don't know who's more nervous here, Megan or Kallie, but we really need to get started because time is ticking.

"Megan, don't worry so much. Kallie will talk you through everything before you take the photo. Come on, Kallie, get in this bed already" I say.

She peers at me and I wink. She looks f.u.c.king s.e.xy as h.e.l.l in her satin white robe, and I'm itching to pull it off to see what's underneath.

"Megan, we'll do a few shots on the bed and a few in the tub. I know what the author wants, so don't worry about that, just take it when I tell you," Kallie explains.

She walks over to the bed, and f.u.c.k, I can't take my eyes off her. She unties the robe and lets it pool at her feet. It's impossible to not get hard. She's wearing a black bra with pink trim, and her panties are, what do they call them? Boy shorts. I've never been this turned on during a shoot. She clears her throat, and I look up at her face and grin. Yep, I'm caught staring, and I don't give a s.h.i.t.

"I'm going to sit between your legs," she says, blushing a deep red.

I smile, holding my hand out to her. "Come on, you've got this." She takes my hand and climbs onto the bed. I spread my legs, and she sits between them. She sucks in a breath and turns her head, staring at me with wide eyes. I lean down to her ear and whisper, "I can't help it, Kallie."

Oh, nothing better than your hard-on poking the woman you are trying to get with in the a.s.s. Well, actually, there is nothing better, but s.h.i.t, not like this. d.a.m.n it, focus. I wrap my arms around her, resting them on her stomach. She puts her shaking hands on top of mine and rests her head back on my chest.

"Relax, you can do this. I'm right here with you," I say and we both let out a nervous breath.

"All right, Megan, take a few shots like this," Kallie says.

I gaze down at her and wish this were for real. That she was really sleeping on my chest.

"They look great," Megan says, and I smile because I have no doubt they are amazing.

I hear Kallie mumble "f.u.c.k," and she turns around, facing me. "I, umm, need to straddle you." I wink at her and she rolls her eyes. "a.s.shole," she mumbles.

I laugh and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me and I grip her a.s.s. She tenses up, and yes, it's completely unprofessional, but I rub her a.s.s with my thumbs, trying to get her to relax. She rests her forehead on mine and holds onto my biceps.

"Megan, we're ready when you are," she calls out.

Megan takes several different angles of the position before telling us she's done. Kallie stares at me and blushes. I like where this is going.

"I need you on top of me this time." I make her laugh when I flip her over and climb on top of her. "s.h.i.t, okay, ummm, pin my hands above my head and gaze into my eyes."

f.u.c.k, it's like a d.a.m.n wet dream. I actually need to adjust my c.o.c.k, and when I do, I accidently brush against her p.u.s.s.y, her wet p.u.s.s.y. Holy f.u.c.king s.h.i.t, I want to bury my face in her, get her scent on me. Taste, lick, and finger-f.u.c.k her until she screams my name. s.h.i.t, I need to adjust again. This is going to make the rest of the shoot very interesting.

"Take the shot, Megan," Kallie instructs.

As she shoots, I lean my head down and bite Kallie's lip. I swear to you, it sounds like she moans.

"Kallie, f.u.c.k," I whisper in her ear. I let go of her hands and bring them to my chest. Megan is doing a great job of just snapping away, not saying a word. Kallie moves her hands down, resting them on my thighs. I keep my eyes on her, and she smiles slightly and bites her bottom lip. I cup her t.i.ts in my hands, and she throws her head back. f.u.c.k, I need to stop, because in about one minute I'm going to f.u.c.k her on camera.

"We're done on the bed," Kallie moans and looks at me with desire in her eyes.

I want to tell Megan to get the f.u.c.k out of here. I know in that moment, she would let me touch and taste every sensitive inch of her body.

"We only have a few shots in the tub. Megan, you filled the tub, right?" she asks and Megan smiles nodding her head. "Great, go get two towels for us, please."

She rushes off to the bathroom, and I climb off her.

"I'll keep my boxers on in the tub," I say.

She slowly sits up and pulls the sheet up to cover herself. She stares at me with what I can only describe as wonder on her face. I climb off the bed and squat down in front of her, holding onto her thighs. "You all right?" I question searching her eyes. She continues to stare at me but nods her head.

"Towels," Megan interrupts. I stand up, take mine, and hand one to Kallie.

"You two go get ready. I need a minute," Kallie says, still in some kind of daze. Megan happily walks off to the bathroom, but I stand there watching Kallie. "Please, Jax. I need a minute."

"Kallie, it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. I was into the shoot, and I'm not going to lie, you know I was turned on." I lean close to her, brushing hair away from her ear and whisper, "I know you were too, and it was f.u.c.king hot."

I do as she asks after that, and wait for her in the bathroom. I never even put the towel on because I'm not taking anything off, so I just throw it onto the sink. I step into the tub and sit down.

Megan bites her nails, glancing at me and then the door.

"I think you're supposed to take off the boxers." I lean back in the tub and rest my arms on the sides.

"Nope, they're staying on," I say, leaning back in the tub and rest my arms on the sides.

"Are you and Kallie dating?" she asks and looks at the door again.

I raise my eyebrows, shaking my head. Very unprofessional of her to question me or Kallie.

"First of all, let me give you some advice that I suggest you take. Never, ever question a model about their personal life. It's none of your business, and they don't like that. They will likely not work with you anymore. Second, and I'm only telling you this because I care about what people think of Kallie, not me...no, we are not dating. We're friends," I say sternly.

I've never seen someone turn that shade of red before. She covers her face and turns away from me.

"I'm so sorry. I had no right to ask that. I'm never going to make it in this world. Please don't tell Shannon or Kallie. I promise you, I'll take your advice," she begs.

Part of me feels bad, and another part feels like I may have just stopped the beginning of a seriously damaging rumor.

"I won't say anything, but remember what I said," I say, raising my eyebrows.

She nods her head, still not looking at me. The bathroom door finally opens, and Kallie walks in with the towel wrapped around her. She peeks at me quickly before stepping over to the tub.

"Megan, we only need a few here, so let's get it done," Kallie says, walking into the bathroom.

She drops the towel, and I see her unbelievably perfect t.i.ts for the first time. This cool bath does nothing for my now painfully hard c.o.c.k. Stepping in she sits between my legs. She leans back and her bare back rests on my chest. She adjusts the bubbles so nothing is showing and turns her head to me. We both grin at each other, and even though it's not part of the shoot and it isn't captured on film, it's a moment I will never forget.

"Serious faces," she whispers.

I nod and move my hands to rest on her thighs. f.u.c.k, her skin is so soft in this water, I can't help but rub tiny circles.

"Megan, take the photo," Kallie says and Megan begins shooting while we just stare at each other. After a few shots, Kallie turns her head. "Two more positions and we're done."

She reaches for my hands in the water and pulls them up, placing them on her t.i.ts. She doesn't remove her hands, so our fingers are entwined. Feeling her t.i.ts is my undoing. I can't help but ever so lightly ma.s.sage them. She throws her head back, and thankfully, Megan doesn't need to be told what to do. I close my eyes and savor the moment of having this s.e.xy, wet woman in my arms with my hands on her t.i.ts.

"Super hot, guys," Megan comments.

We both snap out of the euphoria we feel and look at Megan. Kallie clears her throat and spins around on my lap, straddling me once again. She makes sure her t.i.ts are good and pressed up against me, and I move the bubbles around to make sure no nipple is exposed. I reach up, gather her hair in my hand, and gently yank her head back. I hear the camera snapping away, so I lean forward and kiss her neck. I will f.u.c.k her in the tub. I need to. I need to relive this moment but with just us.

"I've got them all. They're stunning. Kallie, I can't believe you've never modeled before, you're a natural," Megan beams.

"Thank you, but this will be the first and last," Kallie says, crossing her arms as she stands up, and climbs out of the tub.

Megan hands her a towel, and she covers herself once again. I can't get out, not just yet. I need to regain control of my d.i.c.k first.

"Megan, I appreciate all your help today. I'll be sure to tell Shannon how wonderful you were. I'll walk you out. Jax, you can shower in here if you want. I'm going to shower in my bathroom, then we can leave," Kallie says. She doesn't wait for a response. She just leaves and closes the door behind her.

I smile and stand up, pulling off my wet boxers and dropping them to the floor.

I smile through my whole shower, knowing that before this night is over, I will have Kallie in my arms. I don't give a f.u.c.k anymore. The game is over and I'm f.u.c.king winning.