by Kacey Shea
“It’s a very pressing matter.” He winks. “Hard. Might take two hands.”
I roll my eyes. “That seems generous.”
“It’s my dick.” He points toward his lap. “I’m talking about my dick.”
My eyes widen and I snap my laptop closed. Leaning forward, I hiss with a whisper of a shout. “Everyone can hear you!”
“I know!” He throws up his hands. “My dick would be offended, but he likes you too much.”
Without glancing around the room, I can feel the stares of Lexi, Trent, Jess, and Sean. Their pause in conversation could be unrelated, but given the clear enunciation Austin gives to the word dick, I highly doubt it. Even Ace stops humming along to his music from the front of the bus. I refuse to have this conversation with an audience.
“Austin. Could I have a word? In private.” I push out of the bench seat and cross my arms over my chest to protect everyone from an obscene view.
“Yes. Private. That’s what I’m talking about.” He jumps to his feet.
I bite back the impulse to yell, because he’s infuriating and not taking any of this seriously. I want to be with him, but he can’t just come up and start talking about his dick when I’m working. Not when we haven’t even discussed the terms to our relationship. I stomp toward the short hall that runs along the sleep bunks back by the only bedroom. If Opal and Leighton weren’t sleeping, I’d suggest we go inside, but this will have to do.
I turn on my heel as he comes up beside me. “What is your deal? You can’t speak to me like that!” My voice is low, but holds all the anger as if I weren’t holding back.
“Good call.” He opens the bathroom door, steps back, and reaches for my hand to pull me inside. He slams the door and locks it. “Better now?”
I glance around the bathroom. There’s a pile of towels in one corner and the air is still damp from the guys’ earlier showers. “Not even a little.”
“I thought you enjoy it when I misbehave.” He takes one step forward, challenge in his stare as he crowds my body.
“Check yourself. Right now.” I press my hand into his chest.
His eyes dance with delight, and that cocky grin grows. “Worried you can’t handle me?”
“Oh, I’m the one you can’t handle.” I take a step forward and straighten my spine as I lift my chin.
“Yeah?” He leans forward so we’re standing close and he invades my space with his breath. “Prove it.”
Instead of closing the space between our lips, I press my hand between our bodies and grip the collar of his shirt in a tight fist. My other hand cups his erection through his jeans. I don’t know what comes over me, other than I need to have control. That and he’s totally into this. “This is exactly how you saw this play out. Isn’t it?”
He holds my gaze, nodding yes, but the humor in his eyes is replaced with need. He wants me badly.
I want him, too. “Terms?”
“Huh?” For a man who never shuts up, he’s at a loss for words.
“If we do this”—I squeeze him though his jeans and delight in the groan that leaves his lips—“I need rules. It’s not a free-for-all.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Monogamy.”
His nostrils flare. “Not an issue.”
“I mean it, Austin. I find out you let anyone near this”—I rub my hand against him once more before releasing his hardening cock—“and I cut it off.”
“What else?” His gaze holds steady, my threat doing nothing to deter him.
I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Given our positions, he in the band and me as the head of security, a relationship between us comes with risk. And yet, I can’t deny or ignore this chemistry between us. “No one gets to know.”
His lips pinch with disapproval. “The press only reports what we tell them.”
“Not just the press.” I level him with my stare. “Everyone. The band. The girlfriends. My boss. Your label. No one can know.”
“So, I’m your dirty secret?” He shrugs, but for a split second I see the hurt my insistence brings.
I feel bad, but it’s the only way. “Can you handle that?”
His lips draw into a brilliant smile. “Only if you promise to tie me up again.”
“Oh, that’s a guarantee.” I grab his wrists and turn us both so his back is to the door. My lips hover a breath from his as I press his hands behind his body. My breasts press into his chest and I take pleasure in the control. “We stick to the rules.”
“So you keep saying. Worried about falling in love with me, Jayla?”
He doesn’t know the half of it. I release his wrists and run my fingers along the stubble of his strong jaw. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His lips crash to mine. Strong. Gentle. Urgent. He’s all this and more. My body sparks alive with a yearning that’s been building all day. Doesn’t matter we just did this last night, or we don’t have the privacy of a bedroom. I want him. Now. The desire to sink onto his cock and fall apart increases with every move of his mouth. I sweep my tongue into his mouth and release a moan.
“Jayla,” Austin reaches for my waist.
On instinct I push against his chest to create space between us. My gaze finds his. The touch of his hands should’ve scattered the lust from my mind, but it doesn’t. My pulse speeds under the understanding in his stare. He doesn’t push. He also doesn’t stop looking at me as if I’m his favorite dessert.
“I’m good,” I whisper. I don’t try to hide my vulnerability. “Don’t stop.”
He nods and a slight smile draws his lips up as he kisses me again. Before we get carried away he pulls back and catches my stare. “I want to try something.” There’s an unspoken question in his words. Do you trust me?
He waits until I offer a slight nod, and then tentatively grazes my hip with his hand. He moves, and with a shuffle of feet he moves me backward. My butt hits the sink’s counter and before I can question, Austin drops to his knees.
His hands skim up the sides of legs, over my thighs, across my hips, and to the button on my slacks. His stare asks for permission, or maybe he’s gauging my reaction.
My body heats with desire under his stare, and in them he must find what he needs. He removes my pants. My socks. My underwear. His movements are reverent, focused and measured, and with a gentleness that makes me feel precious. Next, he reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head with one hand.
I greedily take in the sight of him. He kneels before me as if he’s ready to worship my body, and my pulse speeds with anticipation. I don’t do this. I like to have control. I need it. And yet, the way Austin positioned us, I don’t feel caged in or fearful.
His hand skims up the inside of my leg, and he presses open my thigh so his face is directly in front of my pussy. He licks his lips as his gaze flicks up to mine. “Is this okay?”
He’s asking permission. He’s asking for more. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to orgasm like this, or if I’ll freak out, but I trust him enough to try. “I don’t know.”
He holds my stare, his own eyes reflecting back the same mix of trepidation and lust I feel down to my core. He lifts my leg onto his shoulder and I balance myself by gripping the counter. I still feel in control. He’s on his knees and not dominating my body with his posture, but this is the most vulnerable of sexual positions I’ve ever experimented with.
“If it stops being okay—” He spreads me wide with his fingers. “Stops feeling good, tell me. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I manage to breathe out.
He inhales, a smile graces his lips, and then his mouth is on my body. Licking. Kissing. Sucking. He goes at it like a man on a mission, which is quite accurate. He only backs off enough to meet my eyes, a silent check-in to make sure I’m okay with this, and fuck if that doesn’t turn me on more.
“I love how you taste,” he says, more to my pussy than my face.
“You like it?” I bite my lip so I won’t let loose a moan, and shamelessly t
hread my fingers through his hair to bring him back to where I ache for more.
“No.” He shakes his head, all humor gone with the disappearance of his smile. “I fucking love it. I think I’m gonna quit the band and do this instead.” He flashes his devious grin and I swear my sex clenches in response.
“There’s a plan I could get behind,” I reply just as cheekily. But my words are stolen as his lips suck my clit.
“Oh!” I pant and clutch the counter so hard it’ll leave marks.
His tongue runs circles around the sensitive bud of nerves, and he presses my legs open wider. His fingers, first one, then two, slip between my slick folds and he fucks me with them. Oh, yes! That’s it. I’m officially in love with this man’s mouth. He never lets up; his fingers, lips, and tongue move together, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. The sounds of sloppy kisses and the wetness between my legs as his fingers thrust in and out fill the small bathroom. It’s a heady, erotic soundtrack. I feel my orgasm approaching and my pulse speeds, my breath coming fast as I let go of the last of my control.
That’s it. Fuck, yes! I’m so close. My thighs squeeze together but Austin holds them open, his mouth sucking my clit. My eyes slam shut and my orgasm hits.
“Yes!” I shout, and my body spasms with the aftershocks. Shamelessly, I ride his face and I almost feel bad except Austin doesn’t look up once. His mouth greedily licks between my legs as he lets loose a groan of his own.
“Damn, boy,” I heave out between breaths.
He lowers my leg to the floor and sinks back on his heels. His mouth pulls into a satisfied smile, his lips wet from my arousal. His erection presses against his jeans in an illicit manner. It’s obscene, really. Probably painful.
I should put him out of his misery. My sex clenches with a ‘yes please’ before I come up with the best way to fuck in this space. The floor is out for so many reasons. But with his help for balance, this counter ledge will work just fine. Even though he just made me come, I want him inside me, and my body shivers with anticipation.
I crook my finger and bite my lip to contain my smile. “Come fuck me.”
Austin’s eyes heat with desire and he’s on his feet in seconds, shucking his pants. He strokes himself and steps between my legs, lining himself up at my entrance as I hike my leg around his hip. He finds my gaze before he thrusts inside, and it’s full of so much adoration, for a moment my breath catches. The world stills. It’s just the two of us against it all.
Then he moves his hips and we become all about lust, pleasure, and chasing another high. His mouth moves against my throat, nestles into my neck, and deposits open kisses along my skin. His hips rock, and so do mine. We start again, building this crazy friction and reaching for gratification. Together our bodies keep rhythm, his kisses set the melody, and my moans become the chorus. What we had last night wasn’t a one-hit wonder. No, this is the lovemaking of legends.
“Don’t stop.” I push my hips forward to meet his thrusts. My hands grip the counter. My clit throbs, aching for more friction.
“What do you need?” Austin pants, his jaw tight as if he’s holding back. “I want you to come.”
“More,” I say, reaching for another release. “Give me more.”
“Fuck,” Austin swears on a strangled moan, and his palm snakes between us until his thumb finds my clit. The groan of pleasure is all the encouragement he needs to rub tiny circles against my flesh, and that’s exactly what my body needs to come apart.
My sex clenches and I release a cry before I bite down on my lip to rein it in. He gives a few more pumps of his hips and then he’s right there with me, his body tremoring with his strength as he fills me with his release. His head falls forward and rests on my shoulder, his breaths heavy and rushed.
Not wanting him to pull away yet, I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him to me.
A bang against the wall surprises us both. “Oh, my God!” There’s laughter in Trent’s voice. “Turn on the shower! Or play music! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
“Or use a gag!” Sean yells. More laughter.
Austin meets my stare and then bursts into a laugh of his own. “I guess we’re telling people.”
“Oh, my God!” I press my hands to my face. What was I thinking, fucking Austin in the bus bathroom? I wasn’t. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. I like that you’re so vocal when you come undone.” He leans in for a kiss.
“But we just agreed not to tell anyone.” I groan.
“Hey, it’s fine.” Austin shrugs. “Besides, I’m pretty sure Trent figured it out this morning.”
Trent already knew Austin and I slept together. “Ugh!” I push at his shoulder. “And you didn’t tell me!”
“In my defense you seemed set on not telling anyone, and who was I to argue when I was about to get laid.” His gaze drops to where our bodies are still connected, and I do the same. We watch as his cock slides out of my wet center.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” He groans.
As much as I’d like to agree, I’m mortified to leave this bathroom and face everyone. Because they just heard us having sex. Because it’s too much to hope they’ll be okay with us being together. “This is bad.”
“It’s fine, Jay.” Austin pulls out two clean hand towels from under the sink and wets them with warm water. He hands one to me, and cleans himself with the other. “They won’t care, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“How can you be so sure?” I know how this looks. They don’t know me. They don’t realize our history. This band operates more like family than friends, and if they’re protective of Austin I’d completely understand.
“Because you make me happy,” he states as if it’s as simple as that. And maybe it is. Hope blooms in the pit of my belly, along with another rush of longing. This time for something more than sex. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but I’m thoroughly addicted to this man. I can’t imagine my life without him in it.
137
Austin
I never thought I’d be the kind of man to fall in love. It’s not who I am. I’m the guy who makes everyone laugh. Inappropriate jokes and shameless self-deprecation are my go-tos. The women who want me only do because of my money, fame, or rock star status. I never thought I’d find a woman who’d want to be with me when all of that other crap is stripped away. If I’m honest, the belief probably goes all the way back to my childhood. Being told you’re not worthy, and being raised by a mother who didn’t think she deserved a healthy, honest relationship does a number on a young man’s head.
But Jayla is different. She always was. She understands my past because she was right there as a witness. She doesn’t give a shit about my money or celebrity clout. She challenges me. For some reason I don’t fully understand, she wants me, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to love her back.
The next week passes in a whirlwind. I’ve become one of those people I can’t stand. I smile all the damn time. I catch myself singing in the fucking shower. Happiness and positivity radiate from everything I say and do—because every day is a good day when Jayla’s in it. We spend our days working hard, and at night our bodies come together to work even harder. Though we have to be creative. The bathroom on the bus is my new favorite location to hook up, simply because it has a locking door. But sometimes if we’re extra sneaky and everyone else is sleeping soundly, Jayla rides me on one of the lounge chairs. Sleep bunks are off the table. I don’t even try, because being alone in one is uncomfortable enough. Given her triggers, I won’t risk a setback.
But earlier today we rolled into NYC for two nights at Madison Square, which means hotel overnight stay. Halleluiah!
I’m about to make this stop one she’ll never forget. And no, that’s not some reference about my cock, though it could be. I pulled out all the favors to arrange a little surprise for my woman. She works so damn hard. I see how this tour wears on her with the long hours, responsibility, and work ethic she
brings to keeping everyone safe on the road and at our packed shows. She’s appreciated for her efforts, but I want to spoil her. Jayla takes care of everyone around her, but who takes care of Jay?
At the end of sound checks, I step off the stage and hand my precious Lola to Ben. “Take care of her.”
He laughs. “You say that every time. When do I not treat your guitars like they’re newborn babes?”
“And that’s why you’re my favorite roadie.” I chuckle and pat Ben on his shoulder. “Thanks, man.”
Trent taps his wrist and lifts his brows. “Almost go time.”
Sean notices the movement and comes closer. “You still think she has no clue?”
“God, I hope not.” I blow out nerves and the tiny sliver of doubt that she won’t like me going behind her back. I had to recruit Brian’s assistance to sneak Jayla away for a few hours. He thinks it’s because Jayla’s family is flying out to surprise her for her birthday, because that’s the lie I told him. It’s risky. But aren’t all important things worth the risk?
On cue, Jayla and Brian appear from one end of the stage.
“You guys ready to head out? The interview starts in an hour,” Jayla asks.
“Yep!” I say with more enthusiasm than necessary.
Jayla eyes me warily, but doesn’t say anything as we head out to the waiting car.
Trent chuckles. “Don’t blow your load, young grasshopper.”
“We’re the same age,” I grumble. His warning hits too close to home. Fuck. If the guys ever learn the details to my first fumbling sexual encounter with Jayla, I’ll never hear the end of it.
We all pile into the SUV and I bury my nose in my phone. If I look at Jayla, I swear she’ll see right through me. Thankfully, the ride only takes fifteen minutes, most of which she chats with Brian, going over last minute changes for tonight’s show. Our driver pulls up to the hotel where our fake interview is scheduled.
“This is our stop,” Brian hustles out of the vehicle. He holds the door for Jayla, and then waits for me to get out.
Leighton pats my shoulder and gives in to a grin. “Go get ’em, tiger.”