Fame

by Meghan Quinn

  “God almighty,” Cruz mumbled, as he touched her damp heat. “Fuck, she’s so wet. You’re so fucking wet,” he looked Maelani in the eyes.

  She ran her hand up Cruz’s stomach and cupped his face before she brought his mouth down to hers again. Clearly, she was interested in Cruz’s portion of the threesome, because the look in her eyes told him that she craved him.

  To tease her, he pulled away and had Willow follow his lead. She watched him and copied every movement he made. They both bent down to her chest and started sucking on her nipples, lightly biting them and pulling on them, just as their hands ran down to her pussy. Cruz put two fingers inside of her pussy and Willow touched her clit. At the mere contact, Maelani was lifting off the bed, reveling in the pleasure. Cruz tugged on her nipple, along with Willow, and Maelani swore out loud. Her hands wrapped around their heads and pressed them further down on her breasts, making both Willow and Cruz laugh.

  Maelani’s pussy started to contract around Cruz’s fingers, indicating that she was on the verge of her orgasm, so he pulled away quickly, making Willow do the same. Maelani’s eyes shot open as she looked at them with desperation.

  “W-why did you stop? Please, I’m throbbing so bad…please, let me have my release.”

  “You will, beautiful,” Cruz said, while caressing her face. “But you’re going to orgasm while I’m deep inside of you.”

  Feeling the control, Cruz took over and laid down on his back. He pulled Willow toward him and brought her tits into his mouth, playing with her piercings…something she loved. Willow straddled Cruz and started rubbing her ass against his erection, eliciting a groan from him. He was so fucking hard that anything right now was going to send him over, so he pulled Willow up and brought her pussy to his mouth. With one lick, she got the idea, and moved closer to him.

  Before he plunged all the way inside of her already drenched pussy, he held his hand out to Maelani and said, “Grab a condom from my night table, beautiful, and put it on me.”

  Quickly, Maelani did as she was told, and Cruz had to grit down on his teeth from the feeling of her small hands rolling the condom over his hard cock.

  Cruz interlaced his fingers with Maelani’s to let her know that, even though Willow was in front of him, he still was thinking about her.

  “I want you to ride me, beautiful,” Cruz said, feeling like he needed to be gentle with Maelani, even though she had an inner sex kitten in her. “Get on top of me and ride my cock while you make out with Willow, but don’t let go of my hand.”

  “Okay,” she nervously replied.

  The dip in the bed indicated that she was getting into position. He felt her legs straddle him and just like hot fucking velvet, she slid down on top of him, encasing him in the tightest and wettest pussy he had ever experienced. A hiss escaped his lips at the way she felt, and he couldn’t help but groan as she adjusted on top of him. She was killing him, slowly killing him.

  With everyone in position, Cruz thrust his hips up into Maelani, letting her know he wanted her to start moving, while he brought Willow’s hips down so he could lick her sweet pussy. Willow immediately obliged and leaned forward, giving him better access, while she grabbed Maelani and started making out with her.

  Cruz played with Willow’s exposed clit, while occasionally flicking his tongue into her vagina, giving her the slight feel of penetration. He knew he was doing a good job by the way she moved against him and moaned into Maelani.

  While he pleased Willow, Maelani rode him like the wildest fucking girl he had ever met. She lifted up on him, almost completely disconnecting them, just to slam back down on top, all the while holding his hand and making slow circles along his fingers with her thumb. She was slick on him…demanding, but soft as fuck. His edge was fast approaching; he just hoped he could get both girls off in time for his orgasm.

  With his spare hand, he ran it along Willow’s waist and to the front where he gripped her breast, but collided with Maelani’s hand. Fuck, they were groping each other. Cruz moaned at the thought, which shot Willow off. She came fast and hard as she rode out Cruz’s tongue. He loved the feel of being able to make her come so hard with only his tongue; it was empowering.

  Willow pulled off of Cruz, giving him a great view of Maelani’s swaying breasts and look of pure ecstasy on her face. He heard the soft click of his bathroom door, and realized Willow had left, but he was too far gone to care, so he flipped Maelani on the bed so she was below him and he was above. He looked down at her, at her fanned black hair and her gorgeous dark eyes, and at that moment, he could see himself truly liking this girl. There was something mysterious about her that was drawing him further and further to her. After he was done with her in bed, he would be getting her number, because this wasn’t going to be a onetime thing, no way in hell.

  Needing to taste her again, he lowered his mouth to hers and started matching the thrusts of his hips with his tongue. She moaned in her throat and wrapped her legs around his waist, making him go deeper. That was all he needed, he pounded into her a couple more times, just as she screamed his name and her pussy clamped down on his cock. He grunted out his orgasm and rode it until he couldn’t move anymore. When he dropped to the side of the bed, he pulled Maelani in close to him, just as Willow was exiting the bathroom. She snuggled up next to Cruz’s other side, and he held both Maelani and Willow close to him, as they all settled down from their orgasms.

  If he wasn’t the luckiest man in the world right now, then he had no clue who wore that title, because right about now, life couldn’t get any better.

  Chapter Seven

  **Kaid**

  “Where the hell is she? She said she was going to be here,” Kaid complained, as he walked back and forth in his very uncomfortable tux. “We have three days before the Grammys, and she hasn’t been home since Friday. What the fuck, Maisy?”

  Kaid was very protective when it came to his girls, and the fact that he hadn’t heard from Willow in a while scared him. He could see her starting to lose a little bit of control and let things get to her head over the past couple of months. He wanted to say something to her, but Maisy said Willow was just having some fun. But after not hearing from her in a couple of days, Kaid was going to have a little sit down with his pink-haired friend.

  “Calm down, I’m sure she’ll be here soon,” Maisy said, as she stood still while the seamstress pinned her dress up. “I’m sure she’s just running late.”

  “There’s something going on that she’s not telling us about.”

  “Kaid, the girl found a new fuck buddy; she’s probably just staying with him.”

  Kaid cringed at the thought of Willow just having sex with whoever she wanted. He knew she had issues, ones that led her to looking for love in other places, but that was why he stepped up and tried to be that brotherly/fatherly influence the girl needed in her life. Apparently, he wasn’t doing a good enough job, given the amount of time she was spending with men. He knew she wasn’t going to be a nun, but he didn’t want her spreading her legs just for anyone.

  The door that led to the studio opened, and in walked Harper with her bright red hair and annoyingly fine body.

  “There’s my favorite band,” she looked around and then said, “Well, two of the three of you. Where’s Willow?”

  “She’s on her way,” Maisy answered before Kaid could.

  Harper looked at Kaid and took in his tux. “Well, you dress up nicely, Kinkaid.”

  “Thanks,” he mumbled, as he continued to pace.

  “I just came in here to tell you that I absolutely love the new track you just sent me. It’s so raw.”

  “What track?” Maisy asked, looking over at Kaid in confusion.

  Nervously, he pulled on the back of his neck and loosened his bow tie. He meant to tell Maisy that he had put together a song on his own, but she was so caught up with Rook and Cole that Kaid let it slip. He wanted to test it out by sending it to Harper first. He never expected for her to be so ecstatic about the
song.

  “Yeah, um, I sent Harper a song that I’ve been working on.”

  “How come Maisy knows nothing about the song when you gave her credit for co-writing?” Harper asked, completely confused.

  Both women stared at him, waiting for an answer that he really didn’t have, besides the fact that he put Maisy’s name on it because they did everything together.

  Kaid shrugged his shoulders and said, “We do everything together; even if she wasn’t present, she inspired me in some way.”

  “That’s not how it works,” Maisy said. “Kaid, if you wrote a song all by yourself, then I want you to take credit for it.”

  “Maisy, we do everything together.”

  “You’re being asinine,” Harper said, interrupting what Kaid was about to say. “Credit goes to you, you wanker. Sorry, Maisy.”

  “Oh, I don’t mind at all; he deserves it.”

  “Whatever,” Kaid said, while sitting down in a chair. “I just want us all to look cohesive.”

  “Just because we don’t write a song together doesn’t mean we’re not cohesive, Kaid.”

  He pressed the bridge of his nose and said, “I feel like I’m losing the both of you. You both have relationships, or what I think are relationships, and I can feel you both slipping away. This band means everything to me…”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harper said, as she sat down next to Kaid. She put both of her hands on his knees and made him look at her. “You, my friend, are a drama queen.”

  “Why? Because I don’t want to see what happened to Shattered Souls happen to us?”

  Harper sat up and said, “What happened to Shattered Souls?”

  Heat washed over Kaid from the slip up he made. The label just thought the band was taking some vacation time because they had been on tour for a very long time. They had no clue about Rook or Grey and Landon’s problem. Surprisingly, Cruz was the one person who had his head on straight, which wasn’t very impressive.

  “Uh…nothing?” Kaid said in question, trying to pull off the cute look.

  “Kinkaid, you tell me right now,” Harper threatened.

  “It’s not my place,” Kaid answered, wishing he’d kept his big mouth shut.

  “It’s your place now that you brought it up, so you can tell me, or I can go talk to the execs and see if they know anything.”

  “Fuck,” Kaid rubbed his hand over his face.

  “Harper, don’t pressure him. Shattered Souls just had some disagreements, but they’re working things outs,” Maisy said, saving Kaid’s ass. “They’re going to be at the Grammys,” Maisy lied, at least Kaid thought she did, because to his knowledge, they had no clue if the other band was going or not.

  Harper nodded her head, but then looked back at Kaid and eyed him with suspicion.

  “Fine, you’re fee to go…for now.” She got up, but then looked back down at him. “The song, though, seriously, great job, Kinkaid. I really fell in love with it, kind of rocked my soul. Mind if I tweak it just a little?”

  He rocked her soul? That was new. She was always so harsh, so sarcastic, and a lot of the times condescending, so to hear that he actually touched her with a song he wrote was surprising.

  “Can I be there with you when you tweak it?” Kaid asked, protective of his song.

  “I’d like that,” Harper said, her face growing soft, confusing the hell out of him.

  Turning toward the door, Harper started to leave, but turned around one more time and said, “Maisy, you look absolutely beautiful, and Kinkaid, more handsome than ever. You guys are really going to take this world by storm, that’s if you can get that third bandmate under control.”

  As if Willow could hear they were talking about her, she popped through the door with her hair half undone from her ponytail, her dress was halfway hiked up, and makeup smeared down her cheeks. She looked like a drunken hot mess.

  “I’m here!” she greeted everyone and then sat on the floor. “God, that vending machine out there is a real bitch. I kept pressing buttons, but it wouldn’t give me anything. Mama just wants Doritos. Doritos!” she fist pumped the air, and then flopped her arm back down.

  “Christ,” Kaid mumbled, as he went over to Willow and fixed her dress, so she was no longer showing her underpants.

  “I’m going to assume you have this handled?” Harper asked, while eyeing Willow.

  “Always do,” Kaid said.

  The look in Harper’s eye told Kaid that if he needed help, she would be there for him, which was shocking, but he was grateful, nonetheless, because sometimes, he felt like he was alone when it came to taking care of his girls. Someone to lean on would be helpful, reassuring that he didn’t have to do everything by himself.

  “Good luck on Sunday, you guys. My fingers are crossed for you.”

  “Thanks,” Maisy called out, while looking at Willow with concern.

  Closing the door behind her, Harper left them alone with their seamstress, who didn’t speak much English, which Kaid was grateful for, because he was about to lay into Willow.

  “What the hell? Willow…” Kaid shook her, but she just laughed. She was completely twisted. The little spiel he was about to give her wasn’t going to make a difference, because from the look of her disheveled appearance, there was no way in hell she would be able to remember anything he said to her.

  “Where’s the liquor? I need a drink.” Willow looked around, but realized that she was in a plain room with a couple of dresses. “Ahh, crap. We have that dress fitting, don’t we?”

  “Yeah, and you need to sober up to pick out your dress for Sunday,” Kaid said in between gritted teeth. “I’ll go get you coffee; don’t move, Willow.”

  “God, you’re cranky.” She poked his chest and then laughed as she noticed what he was wearing. “Who ordered the nerd? Because I sure as hell didn’t.”

  “Fuck you, Willow,” Kaid grumbled, as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut. He ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. There was only so much he could take at times, and lately, Willow was really pushing his buttons.

  Walking slowly over to the coffee pot to calm his nerves, he ran into Harper who was standing in the hallway, texting.

  “Excuse me,” Kaid said, as he tried to walk past her to get to the coffee.

  Harper placed her hand against Kaid’s chest to still him, but quickly removed it once she felt him take a deep breath from her touch.

  “How is she?” she asked, almost concerned.

  “Piss ass drunk. I’m going to take her coffee. I just need her to be able to stand for a few minutes while the seamstress works on her dress.”

  “Wish I could help. I would do the dress fitting for her if our bodies were similar, but unfortunately, I don’t have the fantastic curves she does.”

  Kaid looked her up and down and said, “I don’t know, I think you give her a run for her money.”

  Why did he just say that? Mentally slapping himself in the head, he pushed by her and grabbed a coffee mug and filled it with coffee for Willow. He could feel Harper’s gaze on him as he filled the mug with sugar. He took his jolly ass time with stirring the sugar in the coffee, because he wasn’t quite ready to face Harper, who was still waiting for him to turn around.

  With a deep breath, he turned around and said with his head down, “Let me know when you want to meet up.”

  He started to walk by her, when she grabbed his arm and made him look at her. When he met her grey eyes, his stomach flipped from the beauty in her features. She truly was one of the most beautiful people he’d ever met.

  “I want you to know that I may be harsh at times, and I may come off as a total bitch, but it’s because I want to get the best out of you and your bandmates. Outside of my job, I can be a decent person who actually cares about people, so if you ever need help with Willow, or Maisy for that matter, let me know. I can be there for you, Kinkaid.”

  Not able to really speak, Kaid nodded his head and whispered a thank you b
efore taking off back to the room to deal with drunken Willow. It was going to be a long fitting, but it was going to be well worth it.

  **Rook**

  Rook stared up at the ceiling of Landon’s room. There were little specks on the ceiling, where Rook assumed the tool bag had stuck glow in the dark stars; it was the only explanation Rook could come up with for there being marks on the ceiling in random spots.

  He’d been out of his hole for a few days now, and it seemed weird to see daylight, to not breathe in the dank musk of rotten food, to actually have people to talk to. He kept to himself most of the time, but Grey and his family made it impossible for him to be alone for too long. Rook appreciated everything the Cross family did for him, but he was starting to get a little resentful because they disturbed the peace that he found when he was by himself. Being alone in his old house might not have been the kind of peace people actually consider comforting, but to Rook, it was his peace.

  A knock on his door stirred him from his thoughts and he told the person on the other side to come in. Not surprising, Grey walked in while holding a clothing bag.

  “Hey, bud. I brought you your tux.”

  Rook hated the way Grey walked on eggshells around him; it was getting on his fucking nerves. He wasn’t a piece of glass, he wasn’t fragile, people didn’t have to treat him as if he was about to break any second, because, fuck, he was already broken.

  “What the fuck is that for?” Rook asked, irritated.

  “The Grammys,” Grey responded.

  “Yeah, I’m not going,” Rook said, lying back down.

  “How can you say that? Rook, we’ve been nominated, we have an amazing chance at winning a Grammy, a fucking Grammy. Don’t you want to be there, for the band?”

  “What band?” Rook laughed. “There is no band. We’ve all gone our separate ways. Have you talked to Landon at all?”