Broken

Thirty Two.

The day before the Oscars was more hectic than the premieres and press tours.. combined. Carrie arranged tomorrow into an itinerary with every hour planned. Brad and Mykie would be on hair and makeup. Carrie hired someone to do my nails when I decided on a dress.
Oh.. but I still didn't have a dress. I never intentionally pissed off Carrie until smoke would be fuming out of her ears but it happened. The dresses that she picked just didn't feel right. Try explaining that to your livid publicist the day before the Academy Awards after she flew in dresses from France. At least Chris understood.

"I get it, baby. I do. There were some pretty ones though." Chris scratched at his beard. He changed lanes on the busy Los Angeles freeway. I nodded my head, watching the cars next to us.
"Yeah, they were nice." I sighed.
"You okay?" The question made me jolt my head to him so quickly that my sunglasses almost flung off my head.
"I'm okay." I sound like I'm trying to convince myself. His dark and mirrored Ray-Ban aviators didn't allow me to see his eyes shifting from the road then to me. His frowned eyebrows gave it away. I sighed again and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Mykie made a comment about something the other day and I've been thinking about it.. a lot."
"Okay."
"She brought up the idea of you and me..umm..maybe.." I picked at the seam of my leggings. My cheeks began to feel hot. "..umm..we should move in together because she can't sleep lately with all the loud fucking that we do and it's not like we're ever going to stop fucking and I won't stop being loud because well..let's face it..you fuck me too damn good so I can't be quiet and maybe it's something we should talk about.." Chris had already exited the freeway at our exit and stopped at a red light. I turned my head to see him smiling warmly at me, leaning back into his seat. "..or not." I bit my bottom lip anxiously.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you blush." I giggled and covered one of my bright red cheeks with my hand. He reached out for my hand and brought it to his lips. He pecked little kisses on the back of my hand. The traffic light turned green. He entangled his fingers with mine and rest our hands on his thigh. "We can talk about it but.." I lift my head abruptly. "..I need to make out with you first." I laughed in relief. I glanced at the scenery around us. We would be at Chris' house in a few minutes. I couldn't decide if I was excited for the making out or the conversation about moving in together.

We didn't bother ourselves with bringing the luggage inside. Chris carried me into his house on his shoulder and threw me onto the couch. Dodger would still be at Scott's until we got back from the Oscars tomorrow so we took full advantage of having the house to ourselves.
We took a second to breath and readjust ourselves. Chris poked at his bulging member in his jeans.
"When was the last time we got to do this?" I panted, fixing my ponytail.
"Make out?" I nodded my head. "It's been awhile." I giggled at him still trying to tame the protruding bulge. "Maybe that's another reason why you should move in." I dropped my jaw in shock.
"Seriously?"
"Mhmm. Let's do it."
"You don't think it's too soon?!"
"Hell no!" He exclaimed. I squeaked with excitement and straddled his lap. I gasped at now feeling my soaked panties.
"Holy shit. I'm really wet." I giggled.

"Ohh. I think I need to.." His hands trailed up from my thighs to my waist. "..feel it." I squeaked again at his effortless throw of my body to the other side of the couch. He stripped off my leggings to reveal my panties drenched. He lingered kisses down my inner thighs. The beard hairs tickled with every kiss. He lift himself to his knees. He slowly unbuckled his belt as he spoke. "You'll have to promise me one thing, baby." I nodded my head and bit my lip watching his eyes darken with lust. He unbuttoned his jeans and whipped out his cock. His hand stroked it gently. "Moan..for me.." He pushed my panties to the side. "..really.." I opened my legs wider with his cock lined up to my entrance. "..fucking..loud." He pounded himself into me. The wave of heat passed from my head to my toes.

***

The next morning, Chris and I enjoyed a quiet breakfast we cooked together before the madness began. Mykie, Brad, Carrie, Chris' Megan, my Megan, Chris' entire family, my dad all arrived at Chris' house to get ready for the Oscars. We all laughed, danced to music and drank champagne.
After finally deciding on a breathtaking floor length, backless, dusty rose, long-sleeved Dior gown and taking tons of pictures and selfies, we all got into the chauffeured cars and made our way to Dolby Theatre. Chris insisted on being alone with me in our car. I fluffed my loose curls with my fingers the way Mykie instructed me to. I inhaled and exhaled a slow, long breath.

"Did I already tell you how beautiful you look?" I smiled gently at him. He kissed the back of my hand with a smirk curling the corner of his lips.
"You did. Few times at your place."
"Our place."
"Our place." I repeated, smiling wider. He kissed the back of my hand again. I sat up in the seat to adjust his bow tie. He kept his eyes on me the whole time.
"We have arrived. Dolby Theatre." The driver announced. Chris and I exchanged excited expressions as the car door was opened. I was helped out of the car first. I took a few seconds to make sure my dress was okay and my hair was cooperating. Carrie and Chris' Megan appeared with big smiles.

"Ready?"
"Ready, guys?"
They both asked. We nodded in unison. Chris entangled his fingers with mine. I gripped onto his arm with my other hand. I nervously smoothed out the black wool tuxedo.
"I don't want to crinkle it." I said into his ear. He threw his head back slightly to laugh. He kissed my forehead as we approached the red carpet. The photographers called out my name. Carrie was asked to have me walk the carpet first, alone. She held onto my small clutch. The blinding flashes and demands being called out to me almost made me forget where I was. I shifted my body from one pose to another.

"Alright! Let's get Chris with you!"
"Chris Evans!"
"Chris!"
They urged with their flashing cameras. I smiled and signaled him over to me with my pointer finger. He kissed my forehead again once we maneuvered into a pose together.
"Give us a kiss!"
"Kiss!"
"Kiss her!"
Chris and I laughed nervously at the request. I rest my hand on his chest as we brought our lips together. The photographers went crazy.
"Chris! Just Chris!" They shouted. We pecked our lips together quickly so I could step off the red carpet.

"All the talk is about you guys." Carrie said, beaming with excitement.
"The nominations or the official reveal?"
"Yes." She declared with a brisk nod of her head. I laughed at her and stepped back to catch myself. My back bumped into the person behind me. I spun around holding up my hands.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I—" My whole body froze at the very familiar face smiling at me. "Hi Jake."