Detour Complete Series

by Kacey Shea

  Leighton might be a musical genius, but he’s still an eighteen-year-old man. Eyes wide as saucers, I can almost watch my words as they process through his brain. “You’re . . . oh, okay . . . that’s cool.” Interesting. He hadn’t guessed.

  “Cool?” I raise a brow and roll my eyes.

  “Sorry. No. That was totally lame. It’s more than cool, just . . . unexpected.”

  “What did you think I was gonna say?”

  “I was thinking you didn’t know how to give a proper blow job or something.”

  “Oh, yeah.” I don’t know how to do to that either.

  “You haven’t . . . have you?”

  “No. I mean I’ve touched a . . .” I clench my eyes shut. God, I can’t even say the word.

  “Dick. You’ve touched a dick.” He chuckles.

  “I even helped.” I make a jerking motion with my hand and Leighton bursts into a fit of laughter.

  “You helped him masturbate?” He settles himself back on his side, still smiling. “That’s nice. Guys like that.”

  “They do?” I squint, because I’m not sure that’s how Hunter Anderson felt. It was more a consolation for me not being willing to go all the way at the time.

  “Yeah, well, being a guy and all, I can only speak from my own experience. But yeah, I like that. A lot.” In this light his eyes look more intense than ever, the brown hue dark and captivating. “So, is it a religious thing? Are you waiting for marriage?”

  “No, not exactly. I don’t know.” I’ve never talked so candidly about sex with a guy, especially one I find so attractive. “Maybe I’ve built it up in my head. Made this more than it should be. I’ve always wanted my first to be something special. Maybe not the man I’ll marry, but someone who could be.”

  “Oh.” His gaze drops to where his hand presses into the mattress. Maybe I’m imagining it, but I swear there’s a tinge of disappointment in his response.

  “That’s dumb, isn’t it? Maybe I should just get it over with. Like a Band-Aid.”

  His gaze snaps to mine, eyes wide, and he shakes his head. “No, Opal. No. Never equate sex to a Band-Aid.”

  I roll my eyes and let loose a chuckle. “I’m being serious.”

  “I am, too! But hey . . .” He waits until I meet his gaze. “You deserve special. Hold out for that. Your first time should be something you cherish, with someone you trust. I mean, I’d volunteer, but I’m out on both those accounts.”

  “You want to sleep with me?” The question slips out.

  “That’s not—” His eyes widen, fearful with nerves.

  “Leighton, you don’t have to make excuses. Okay? I get it.” He has the same deer in the headlights look as every other guy when they discover just how inexperienced I am. I roll my eyes because all men are the same. “Everyone wants to get laid, but no one wants to deflower the virgin.”

  He raises his brow and points in the air. “Actually, there are men who pay high dollar for the privilege.”

  “Leighton,” I scold.

  “Sorry.” He reaches out to brush a lock of my hair back from my face. “I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are, or how . . . intimidating. That’s the part that’s scary. It’s a very real worry. The expectation that most guys are too chicken shit, or honestly can’t deliver. And you don’t deserve to be disappointed. Not your first time.”

  “Oh.” My mind reels with this information. By the serious dip of his brow I have to consider he’s telling the truth and not just giving me lip service. “That makes sense, actually. Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  “But watching porn—amateur porn—you think that’ll help for when I actually do the deed?”

  “It can’t hurt.”

  “I don’t even know where I’d find such a thing.” I laugh at my inexperience.

  “I’m probably going to regret this, but . . .” He blows out a long breath. “I could show you.”

  And just like that every molecule in my body comes alive with awareness. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah, here.” He reaches for his back pocket and produces his cell. Scooting closer, he grabs a pillow and settles it under his chest so we’re side by side. He flicks through the screens on his phone until he lands on the icon with a lowercase T. The feed populates, but before I can see he’s at the search bar typing with his phone tilted away from my view.

  “Maybe let’s start . . . here.” He takes his phone and places it between us both so we can see. Only I can’t really. “Here.” He adjusts the volume and my hotel room amplifies with heavy breaths, and the wet sounds of slurping.

  I scooch closer on the bed so we’re touching, all the way down one side from shoulders to hips. Oh, hell. The heat of his body along with the explicit images on screen send a jolt of lust through my body. My clit thrums with the need to be touched, and the urge to press my body to his takes over my thoughts. My nipples tighten and press against the soft fabric of my top.

  If I were bold I’d turn into him, run my hands up his broad chest, beg him to kiss me, and pull him down on top of my body. I ache to feel the heaviness of his chest press against mine. The desire is almost enough to get my limbs to move. Almost.

  But I’m not bold or brave. The chance that he might reject my advances suspends my body immobile. I can’t even lift my gaze from the screen to gauge his reaction. If I find he isn’t interested, or worse, indifferent, it would crush me.

  93

  Leighton

  What the hell am I doing?

  This is crazy. Fucking torture, yet here I am lined up with my ticket in hand and waiting for the pleasure. Watching porn with Opal. Hot. Really fucking hot. Only I didn’t consider the consequences. Namely, my throbbing dick. I’m stuck now. I can’t very well get up and leave all casual and friendly-like with a massive hard on.

  The blowjob video ends on a still of the girl’s mouth wide open and full of her man’s release. Before I have a chance to turn it off, another video auto populates and begins playing on the screen.

  “Oh.” Opal’s exclamation comes out breathy and I don’t have the willpower to look at her. Instead I stare at the couple on screen. The girl is riding her man—aggressively, and the entire scene is hot. Really fucking hot considering I imagine Opal riding me the same way. The woman moans and my dick throbs.

  “Look at me when I fuck you!”

  Opal and I wince in unison as the man slaps his partner’s face three times in a row.

  And just like that the video isn’t hot anymore. “That’s not . . .” My words fall away along with the hardness of my dick. I pause the video before things get any worse.

  “Do guys like that?” Opal’s eyes are wide as saucers as she lifts her gaze to mine. “Hitting?”

  “Uh, that’s the thing I should have warned you about. When it comes to porn there’s a little of everything. Different kinks for different folks.”

  “That looked like it hurt.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth.

  I agree, and slapping a woman never got me off. “Yeah.” I blow out a long breath, my erection practically non-existent now. Now would be a good time to leave. I should go. I open my mouth to say good night, but she speaks first.

  “Does that . . . turn you on?”

  I lift my gaze and I swear the vulnerability in her eyes is enough to slay me. The depths of her golden green eyes chase every coherent thought from my mind. She wants to know what turns me on. She wants me.

  “No.” All logic and good sense must have vacated since I stepped inside this hotel room because what I do next is a bad idea. Scrolling through several videos, I find one that’s not so hard core. The girl is on her back, her eyes on her man as he holds the camera. “I’m more into this.” I tilt the phone so Opal can see.

  “That good, baby?” The man flips the viewfinder down to where he thrusts himself in and out of her pussy. The sight of it is erotic, and like a good soldier my dick rises to attention.

  The woman doesn’t answer and instead gro
ans as his free hand massages her clit. He uses the camera to follow back up her body, his free hand skimming her belly and then cupping her breasts before it settles at her throat.

  “Choke me,” she rasps, and fuck, I don’t know how the dude doesn’t blow his load, the need in her gaze is so intense.

  He holds her throat steady and by the bounce of the camera simultaneously picks up his pace thrusting into her harder and harder.

  Opal gasps, drawing my attention away from the screen and to her heated cheeks. Her lips part and I swear her breath is bated as she watches in utter fascination. She lifts her gaze a second to meet mine before she’s drawn back to the screen. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

  By the woman’s chants and groans, she’s having no issues breathing. I shake my head. “No. Not the way they’re doing it.”

  “That’s really hot.”

  I agree completely but can’t bring myself to answer.

  “Do most guys get off on that?”

  “Watch her face.” My voice is reduced to a whisper and even I can hear the need in my tone. “That’s the thing with dominance. Sure, he could hurt her, but he doesn’t. She’s the one in control. Look at the amount of trust she gives him.”

  “I think I get it.” She nods and her gaze sweeps from the phone to my face. I swear my pulse speeds in that one look. “Her trusting him to take control makes it that much hotter?”

  I clear my throat. “Don’t you think? Trust elevates that—” I glance back at my phone because I swear if I look in her eyes any longer I’ll be tempted to capture her lips in a kiss. “To more than just fucking.”

  Her giggle is light, flirty, and totally unexpected. “Why Leighton, aren’t you the romantic?”

  “You say to the guy who’s feeding you porn.” I bump my shoulder against hers.

  “Good porn.”

  Very good porn. Porn I’d like to make with you.

  I turn my chin, just a fraction of an inch, and it’s enough to catch her gaze trained on my lips. There are a thousand reasons not to kiss her right now. Or ever. But I’m tired of fighting this attraction. Fuck it. I don’t even know if she sees me coming, but when my lips press against hers they open on a gasp. That’s all the invitation I need.

  My hand slides up her jaw and I cradle her chin. Tasting, sucking, exploring her mouth and what she likes. She rolls to her back. I push up on my side and deepen our kiss. The sounds of homemade porn serenade our make-out session—completely unromantic—but I can’t find it in me to care. The only thought in my mind is to satisfy the insatiable craving when it comes to this woman. Nothing could make me stop.

  That is, until the porn soundtrack cuts off with the ring of my phone.

  Opal pulls back, her breath heavy and voice raspy. “Do you need to get that?”

  No. I don’t want to. The only person calling is the one who will ruin everything good about this moment. “Let it go to voicemail,” I say, and dip my chin to capture her lips again. Sweetness. That’s who she is and how she tastes. Okay, so it might be the champagne. But I can’t get enough of her mouth. I could kiss her all night. I may do just that.

  Whoever’s calling, though, has other plans, and the shrill ring of my phone sounds again. Their persistence slows the intensity of my lips.

  Opal pulls back again. “Sure you don’t want to get that?” She tilts her head to the side where my phone is.

  “I really don’t.” Shaking my head, I caress the length of her neck.

  “Might be important?” Her gaze is concerned as it lifts to mine. “’Cause the devil’s calling. Your phone. Caller ID says The Devil.”

  Fuck. I swipe my phone, silence the ringer, and send it to voicemail. I sit up and take a deep breath. “Uh, I should . . .” I adjust myself, my cock still straining against my jeans, and glance back, knowing what I have to do.

  “Stay?” Her eyes are wide and hopeful.

  “Go. Actually. Sorry.” I push off the bed and glance around the room, unable to look her in the eye. I don’t want to leave but I have to. My uncle is relentless. He’ll keep calling until I pick up. “Yeah, I should get some sleep. So should you. Big day tomorrow.”

  “Oh, okay.” She pulls one of the pillows into her chest and hugs it like a shield. “Yeah, I mean, you don’t have to, but I understand.”

  “This was fun, kid.” I shove my hands into my jeans so I won’t be tempted to reach for her. I really want to.

  “Oh, um, sure. Thanks.”

  I stop, maddened by my own retreat and the look of hurt on her face. I put that there. And after everything she shared, how she opened up to me about her inexperience with guys? It’s a royal jerk move that even I can’t seem to stomach.

  “Opal?” I wait until her gaze lifts and meets my eyes. I want her to feel my sincerity. To know even though I’m leaving, I don’t regret one second of the time we spent together. For this I can be honest. “I had a really good time tonight.”

  The blush works its way onto her cheeks—my favorite—but she drops her gaze to the carpet. “I had a good time, too.” A moment passes before she lifts her chin, and in those innocent eyes she’s an open invitation. Pure beauty just begging to be unleashed. She would give me everything.

  And there it is. The reason I have to run. To end whatever this dangerous game is I’m playing. I can’t fool around with Opal. She’s not the type. Despite what she says, she deserves more than one night in the sack with some jerk like me. Especially for her first time.

  I look away, unable to croak out another noble good-bye, because between her doe-eyed stare and the blood rushing through my veins, my mind dares me to throw caution to the wind. To feed my desires with no regard for what that’d cost both of us.

  I’m out the door and down the hall before she can convince me to stay. The door clicks shut at my back, a hollow sound. My chest tightens with an ache I can’t place because it’s a feeling I’ve never had. I want her. God, do I want her. Even as I walk down the corridor and press the call button for the elevator to take me up to my floor, I consider tossing my cell in the trash and going back to her room. But I don’t. Instead I step inside the empty elevator and take out my cell as it begins to buzz again.

  “What do you want?” I practically bark.

  “Hi, nice to hear your voice, too. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you’ve been avoiding me.”

  “Avoiding?” I let loose a bitter laugh. “You’re the one who ditched the show tonight. Family emergency?”

  “I’m working on something big.” His tone is hard. “And you’re not the only one who tells little white lies.”

  “Fantastic. So is this a wellness check, or did you want something?”

  “Cut the shit and dish on the girl.”

  “She’s . . .” Fantastic. Amazing. Beautiful. Sings like a fucking angel. Kisses like a sinner, and will forever star in my every fantasy. Fuck. I shake my head as the doors slide open. I step off at my floor and head toward my room. “Innocent.”

  My uncle laughs but it’s a bitter sound. “No way. It’s an act. It’s always an act.”

  “Normally I’d agree with you, but with her, I don’t think so.”

  “This is what I get when my informant’s a hormonal teenager.”

  I wave my key card in front of the sensor and push inside my room. “Maybe I’d have more to share if I weren’t interrupted by my scheming uncle.”

  “So, you’re digging?” The hope in his voice makes me feel shittier than I already do.

  “I’m getting to know her. Like you asked. If that’s all, can I please go?”

  “Fine. Oh, and one more thing.” I bang my head back against the door and roll my eyes, waiting for his next request. “The last few Three Ugly Guys’ shows? They’ve been the best I’ve ever seen. I’m not the only one who’s noticed the difference. Congrats, kid. You’re a natural rock star.”

  His compliment is so unexpected, I don’t respond before the line goes dead.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He’s not
going to let this thing with Opal go. He’s not. Yet can I really protect her if I get too close? This was not in the plan. I’m already in too deep. But I like her. I really, really like her.

  I am so fucking screwed, and I can’t even be mad because it’s my own damn fault.

  What the hell did I get myself into?

  The next morning, I make it a point to wait in my hotel room and board the bus right before we’re scheduled to leave. I don’t have the balls to face Opal. Not yet. Avoidance isn’t the answer to any of my problems, but for now it’s gonna have to do. Because after last night in Opal’s room it’s become abundantly clear that I’m in over my head.

  I want her. I’ve thought of nothing else since. I’m full on jonesing for her.

  So yeah, maybe the thing between us began as a means to keep my place in the band. Only Opal isn’t just some girl. She’s gorgeous and innocent, and funny and smart, too. I only meant to keep things between us casual. To find out what my uncle wanted and move on.

  That is, until last night.

  Last night was different.

  I wanted to be with her. I wanted to be with her a lot more than is a good idea. Fuck, I should be awarded sainthood for how I sat there and kept my hands to myself while watching her get turned on by porn. Porn that I supplied. But then we kissed.

  Okay, so the sainthood is a stretch.

  “There he is. I told you he’d show.” Austin pushes off the bus and stubs his cigarette out on the ground with his heel.

  Sean levels his glare as I approach. The door to the bus is open and the engine running. Shit. I hope I had the load in time right.

  “What, you think I’d miss all the fun?” I slug Austin’s arm with a light punch, and race up the steps. Careful not to meet Opal’s gaze across the space because, yeah, I’m a fucking coward, I toss my bag into my bunk. “Things are just getting interesting.”

  “Dude, it’s too bad you’re such a baby. We had a good time last night.” Austin’s lips pull wide into a grin, and he saunters over to one of the recliners. “Without you.”