Caught on Camera: Part Two (2 page)

Who’d have thought it? Certainly not Reece, who wasn’t even into watching porn as a rule. But seeing himself and Cade? That was erotic in the extreme.
That
he liked.

* * * *

Reece turned into the driveway of the Henley-Smythe’s mansion the next morning, feeling tired. He hadn’t slept well. Thoughts and memories had spun around his head all night.

Cade, beautiful, wild, masculine and sexy, had pushed him to the very brink of what he could consider acceptable, yet at the same time, he was massively turned on by it.

So much so that he’d masturbated yet again in the shower that morning, just to try to get through the day. He’d come three times in less that twenty-four hours, which was more than in the last month in total, being that he was sad and single.

The van tires crunched on the gravel then came to a halt. He opened the door, reached for his backpack then looked up at the imposing brick built building. It had rows and rows of white windows at the top, several large bays at the bottom and a pillared porch covered in small pink flowers and ivy.

There was a navy blue Merc on the drive, a sleek red, open-top sports car and a Porsche Boxter, black and shiny with silver alloys.

He headed around the back to the tradesman’s entrance. At least that’s what Mrs. Henley-Smythe had called it when he’d arrived at the beginning of the week.

He was a little disappointed that Cade’s gardening van wasn’t on the drive, but he figured he probably only worked once or twice a week, cutting the lawn and weeding.

Reece tapped on the back door.

“Come in.”

He opened it and went into the kitchen. Mrs. Henley-Smythe was standing at the large island with her handbag over her shoulder.

“Oh, Reece, I’m glad you’re here. I’m just heading out for the day. Do you think you’ll be finished later?”

“Yes, I think so. Would you like me to leave my invoice with you now?”

“Yes, do and I’ll settle up with you.”

He rooted around in his bag and pulled the invoice out. “Here.”

“Great.” She glanced at it then opened her purse. “Cash okay?”

“Er, yeah, perfect.” Perhaps he’d be able to cut his tax on this job.

She smiled and began to count out four hundred pounds in twenties.

Reece licked his lips. Money. Yep, it made the world go round and that would pay his massive electric bill—the result of a cold winter—and get him a new set of front wheels on his van. The ones he had were bald, dangerous in the rain. He’d be glad to get that job done.

“Thanks,” he said when she handed it to him. “And if you ever need anything else decorating, just give me a call and feel free to pass on my details to your friends.”

“Yes. I will. I have your number. Thanks again,” she said with a smile. “Have a nice day.” She walked from the room, her heels tapping on the floor.

Reece stared after her for a moment then looked around the plush kitchen. It wasn’t his taste particularly, more farmhouse than big, modern town home. He wondered if Mrs. Henley-Smythe would have preferred a cottage somewhere. But even so, despite the small plates set out on a picture rail and the bunches of dried herbs and flowers hanging over the huge Aga, it was still pretty impressive.

He checked that his shoes were clean then headed through the hallway toward the stairs. His equipment was in the bedroom waiting for him and his brushes had been soaking overnight.

As he walked past a shiny dark wooden door, he heard voices. He paused. It was Mr. Henley-Smythe again, he was sure of it, no doubt talking about his movie empire and his latest script. It sounded like he had someone in there with him. Maybe it was someone famous? An Oscar-winning Hollywood star or director? Steven Spielberg, perhaps?

But the voices were muffled and he couldn’t make out individual words. But at least it was today that Mr. Henley-Smythe was working from home and not yesterday. That really would have spoiled his fun with Cade.

Reece went up the stairs, into the bedroom and headed for the window. He stared out at the lawn. Neatly striped, it seemed empty without Cade on it. He looked at the pool and thought of the fun they’d had and the kiss that was on the video.

He studied the diving board and shook his head. “Seriously?” What the hell was a camera doing under there?

“Seriously what?”

Reece spun around.

Cade was standing in the doorway. But unlike yesterday, he wore smart black trousers with neat creases up the front, and a crisp white shirt, the first button undone.

Fuck, he’s hot.

Chapter Seven

“Cade. What are you doing here?” Reece asked.

“Working.”

“What? In that get up?” He pointed at his clothes. “You’ll ruin your trousers in the mud.”

Cade smiled and walked toward him. “I have many strings to my bow and they don’t all include mud.”

“Yeah, I bloody guessed that much.” Reece recovered from the shock of having such a devastatingly gorgeous man suddenly appear and spun back to the window. “And one of them appears to be surveillance technology.”

“Ah, you’re referring to the cameras?”

“Yes, I’m damn well referring to the cameras. How did you know they were there?” Reece paused. “No. Let me guess. You put them there.”

“No, I didn’t actually, but I was aware of them, and I did have access to the footage.” He came and stood next to Reece and stared out of the window. “Which was why I made us that sexy little video as a reminder of our first time.”

“First time.” Reece breathed deep, inhaling Cade’s cologne. Unlike yesterday when he’d smelled of the outdoors and sweat and earth, today he had an expensive aroma of black pepper and spice. It was sexy and sultry and matched the warm morning that promised the day was going to be a scorcher again.

“Yes, first time.” Cade touched Reece’s cheek with the back of his index finger. “Because there will be others.”

Reece moved his head away from the caress. He was still mad about the video being recorded without him knowing. He wasn’t angry that it existed, not now he’d gotten used to the idea, just about the secretiveness of it. “You’re sounding mighty confident about that first time fact.”

Cade dropped his hand. “We’re good together. You know damn well we are.” He paused. “But tell me, Reece. What is it you’re angry about?”

“The video. It’s not exactly…normal to do that, is it?”

“What? Fuck? Yeah, that’s normal.” He laughed.

“No, you know what I mean—record someone without them knowing.”

“I’m sorry. I should have told you.” Cade shrugged in a way that made Reece think he wasn’t sorry in the least.

“Yes, you should have.” He tutted.

“But if I had, would you have agreed to it?”

Reece was silent.

“Probably not,” Cade said, “and that would have been a shame because we wouldn’t have that wonderful memento of our first shag.”

Reece huffed and turned to Cade. He studied the way his black eyelashes fanned over his dark eyes. There was something so sinful and delicious about his eyes and Reece wanted nothing more than to stare into them the way he had yesterday when he’d been sucking Cade’s cock.

“Reece,” Cade said quietly. “You do like the video, don’t you?”

Reece swallowed, his palate suddenly dry as he looked at Cade’s mouth. It was such a kissable mouth, fleshy and soft and beneath was a chin he knew scratched against his when they tangled tongues. “Yes, I like the video,” he managed.

Cade reached out and cupped Reece’s cheek in his palm. “So do I, but not as much as I like you.” He leaned forward.

Reece could feel Cade’s breaths on his face. “I like you, but I’m still mad at being filmed without knowing.”

“How about I promise to tell you next time? I’ll have someone shout
action
, shall I?”

Reece could feel himself melting. He couldn’t be angry with Cade. He was too damn gorgeous and he wanted more fun with him as soon as possible.

Cade kissed him and slid his tongue between Reece’s teeth.

Reece opened up and groaned, his cock surged and his heart romped up a notch. He was glad he hadn’t started painting yet. He’d be worried about getting magnolia on those posh trousers of Cade’s.

“Fuck, I want you again—now,” Cade said, pulling back. He was a little breathless. “I didn’t sleep last night for thinking about you—of bending you over and fucking you and you shoving me to my knees and making me suck your cock. I want that, all of it.”

“I know the feeling,” Reece said. He pressed his index finger over Cade’s cheek, at the point he knew dimpled when he smiled.

“It’s good to hear you say that. I was so worried you’d never speak to me again.”

“It was a shock but…”

“But it’s a good little film and you look fucking amazing.” There was urgency in Cade’s voice. He seemed desperate for Reece to agree with him.

“You’re not so bad looking in it yourself.” Reece grinned.

Cade smiled and Reece’s fingertip pressed into the dimple.

“So we’re okay?” Cade asked.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Reece paused. “But what was that proposition you wanted to ask me about? About me becoming a rich man?”

“Ah, yeah, that.” Cade pressed his lips together and nodded. “I think, and I hope with all my heart, that you’ll like it.” He threaded his fingers with Reece’s and tugged. “Come on, this way.”

“But…what?”

“This way. There’s someone I want you to meet.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see.” Cade led Reece from the room and down the stairs. They came to a halt outside the study.

“I think Mr. Henley-Smythe is in there,” Reece said. “I heard him talking earlier.”

“Yeah, I know he’s in there.” Cade squeezed Reece’s hand. “Listen. Just go with this. It might be a shock but it will make you rich and it will get you out of this small town. The world will be your oyster.”

“Cade, I don’t understand.” Reece shook his head.

“You will.” He knocked once on the door then opened it.

Reece looked into the wood-paneled study. A large man with gray hair and a gray mustache sat behind a large desk. He was holding a fountain pen and a mug of steaming liquid sat at his side. “Ah, Cade, good, you found him.”

“Yeah,” Cade said, pulling Reece into the room with him. “Meet Reece.”

“Hello, young man.” Mr. Henley-Smythe stood and walked around the desk. He smiled warmly and held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Yes, you too.” Reece shook his hand.

“How is the decorating coming on?”

“Nearly done, Mr. Henley-Smythe.”

“Oh, please, call me Tom. Everyone else does.”

“Er, okay, Tom. I should be finished by the end of the day.”

“Ah, and then what? Another job lined up?”

“Some work at an old people’s home next week, I think. They haven’t confirmed, I’m supposed to be redoing their lounge.”

Tom nodded. “I see.” He glanced at Cade. “Have you explained anything yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well in that case, Reece, you should sit down.” He indicated one of the brown leather chairs in front of the desk.”

“But…?” Reece looked down at his overalls.

“Have you started painting yet today?”

“No, not yet.”

“So it should be fine. Please take a seat. We have much to discuss.”

Reece sat.

Cade took the other chair and crossed his legs.

Reece’s mind was spinning. What could they possibly want to discuss with him? And what was Cade on about becoming a rich man?

Tom steepled his fingers beneath his chin and studied Reece. “I’m in the movie industry.”

“Yes, Cade told me that.”

“Good. Good.” He nodded then tilted his head. “You’re a nice looking fellow. You know that?”

“Well…?”

“Do you work out?”

“A bit.” Reece glanced at Cade, who was studying him. “Could do more, I suppose.”

“Mmm, I think that’s the same for all of us.” He laughed and rubbed his portly belly.

Reece laughed too, just to be polite.

“And you’re gay, is that right?”

The question shocked Reece. He knew he didn’t look like a typical gay, if there was a typical way for gays to look, that is. Cade must have told him. “Er, yeah. I am.” He shrugged. “Always have been, always will be.”

“Good, excellent. Perfect, in fact.”

Reece raised his eyebrows, surprised. That wasn’t the reaction he was used to.

“Did Cade tell you what type of movies I make?” Tom asked.

“No, he didn’t.” A sudden burst of thoughts tripped through Reece’s brain. Suddenly he knew exactly what type of movies Tom Henley-Smythe made and it wasn’t the latest romantic comedy or action adventure.

He sat up straighter and looked at Cade.

Cade held his gaze. It was as though he knew what was rattling around Reece’s head and falling into place.

“I make porn movies,” Tom said. “Well, I prefer to call them adult entertainment, but that can confuse people.”

“Oh, I see,” Reece said, looking at Tom again.

“Gay porn mainly,” Tom went on. “There’s a big market for it. Lots of demand, you know what I mean?”

“Well, no, not really, but I’ll trust you on that one.”

“Reece isn’t into watching porn,” Cade said.

Tom frowned and tipped his head. “Really?”

“Well it’s not that I’ve got anything against it. Just don’t have the time, I suppose, and well…my internet connection at home is a bit dodgy.”

“Ah, that’s unfortunate.” Tom tutted. “There’s some great stuff out there, mostly made by me.” He jabbed his thumb at his chest and laughed.

“I’d agree there,” Cade said with a smile.

Reece looked between the two of them. What the hell was going on? His life was getting more and more surreal by the minute.

“The thing is,” Tom said, suddenly looking serious. “My two big actors have let me down, bloody divas, and decided they’re not working any more this year, which leaves me high and dry.”

“That’s unfortunate but I don’t see how—”

“High and dry without an actor—well, two, to be exact—to be the stars.” He pointed at Cade. “But luckily Cade has come to the rescue and agreed to be in the movie, which is set to start filming today.”