Wild Thoughts

by Charity Ferrell

  Libby helps Gretchen clear the table and load the dishwasher while Easton and I start dragging out the bottles of alcohol.

  “Rule number one,” Gretchen says. “No one is getting wasted. When it looks like you’ve had enough, you’re cut off.”

  “Fine with me,” I say, turning the cap off a bottle of tequila. “Grams will kill me if I show up hung over tomorrow.”

  “She will kill any of us that show up hung over tomorrow,” Gretchen inputs. She hands everyone a shot glass, a pad of paper, and a pen. “Does everyone know the rules?”

  Easton and I nod. Libby shakes her head.

  “You’ve never played this game before?” I ask her.

  “Sure, I’ve played with my friends, but we’ve never done it as a drinking game. What are the rules?”

  “Someone asks a would you rather question, we write down our answers, and whoever is in the minority has to drink.”

  She shrugs. “Sounds simple enough.”

  “Great,” Easton says. “We’ll let the guest of honor go first.” He looks over at me with a shit-eating grin on his face. “Libby, what’ll it be?”

  “Asshole,” I mutter.

  Libby taps her nails against the table, scrunching up her nose. “Would you rather have no fingers or no eyes?”

  We all write down our answers.

  Everyone chooses no fingers.

  “No one drinks,” I declare. We need to make this more intimate and creative. I want to break Libby out of her shell. “I’ll go next. Top or bottom during sex?”

  We write down our answers and hold them up.

  Libby chooses bottom.

  Myself, along with the others, choose top.

  We all look at her as she picks up her shot glass. “What?” she asks, with a shrug. “I think it’s hot to have a guy on top of me, feeling the weight of his body, and showing me how much I turn him on.” She downs her glass, and I fucking love her answer.

  We keep going, and I focus all of my attention on Libby’s answers.

  She’d prefer sex on the beach instead of grass. I don’t agree with that one. I’m not trying to eat pussy and choke on sand at the same time. That shit gets everywhere.

  She’d rather pay for sex than get paid for sex. I agree.

  We both prefer long-term relationships.

  Hours fly by as we run through question after question, taking shots periodically, but surprisingly, we choose the same answers most of the time. Maybe this will show her we are more compatible than she thinks.

  “It’s our bedtime,” Easton declares with a yawn, sluggishly getting up from his chair.

  Gretchen does the same and looks over at us. “Goodnight. You guys make yourselves at home. Knox, you know where everything is.”

  “Sure do,” I answer. “Thanks for letting us crash here.”

  I sprawl out in my chair when I hear their bedroom door shut. “You do know the game isn’t over,” I say, fixing my eyes on Libby.

  She tilts her head to the side. “Oh really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  “Then it’s your turn.”

  “Would you rather kiss your boss or have him kiss you?”

  Her chest moves in as she inhales a long breath. “I’d rather him kiss me.” There’s no doubt, no confliction, in her voice, only hunger and anticipation.

  I’m craving to feel her again, to be back inside of her, and to taste her sweet pussy on my tongue.

  I rise up from my chair, offering my hand out, and she allows me to pull her up. She stares up at me, her baby blues fringed with long lashes, and I take her chin in my hand, smoothing my fingers along her soft cheeks.

  “I love that answer,” I mutter.

  She immediately opens her mouth when I slide my lips along hers. Chills run through me as she brushes her tongue against mine, and I savor the delicious combination of her mixed with strong tequila. I lock my arms around her waist to push her against the wall.

  “Would you rather share your room with me tonight or force a desperate man to sleep on the couch?” I rasp out.

  She grins wildly. “Sharing is caring, right?”

  I grunt when she slides her hands down my back to my ass and drags me into her. I’m close to exploding when she starts to grind her jean-covered pussy against my erection.

  Fuck. I need her again. My cock is begging for it.

  I haven’t even got her naked yet and I’m hard as a rock.

  “Would you rather me fuck you against this wall or the bed?” is my next question.

  “Bed,” she pants out. “The last thing I need is someone walking out and finding us fucking against their dining room wall.”

  “It’d be a beautiful sight.”

  She yelps when I throw her over my shoulder and walk us through the dimly lit hallway to the guest room. I gently set her down on the bed and shut the door. We immediately start stripping off each other’s clothes.

  I drink up the sight of her waiting for me on the bed. We’re both butt-ass naked. She’s staring at my cock, hungrily licking her lips, and the only idea running through my mind is how I’m going to taste her … and then take her.

  “What if they hear us?” she asks.

  “They won’t.”

  “They’re in the very next room,” she hisses, jutting her finger towards the wall with each word.

  “I’ll cover your mouth when you get off or you can bite into my shoulder. You can use me anyway you want.”

  “You promise?”

  I nod. “Now for your next question. Would you rather me climb between your legs to eat your pussy or you sit on my face?”

  “Sit on your face,” she whispers. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “I’d be honored to be your first.”

  She brings herself up, I’m pushed down on my back, and her pussy is right above me, begging to be pleasured. I oblige, pulling her closer to my mouth, and plunge my tongue into her hot pussy.

  I’m picking up on every moan from her as she squirms above me and flip her over when her legs start to wobble. I add my fingers, pushing them in and out of her heat with the same intensity as my tongue to finish her off. As promised, I reach up and cover her mouth when her back arches and she reaches her peak.

  I draw back to look at her. She’s panting underneath me with hooded eyes. “You want me on top?” I ask, remembering her answer from earlier. “You want to feel dominated and see how much you turn me on?”

  “Yes,” she begs. “Show me. Prove it to me.”

  My heart nearly stops when I grab my cock, stroke it a few times, and hold it against her tight entrance before carefully pushing myself through her entrance.

  I can’t pull my gaze away from the gorgeous sight. There is nothing more captivating than her mouth opening into a gasp when I fill her up.

  Nothing.

  What she’s giving me is more satisfying than winning any award, making any amount of money, or having a million groupies on my dick.

  I plant myself deep inside of her, slowly pull out, and then slam back in. I move in and out – adding more force with each thrust – and she tilts her hips up to meet me. I’m relishing in the sensation of our connection, and I never want to come down from this high.

  I know she’s close when her arms dart out and she digs her heels and nails into the sheets. I bend down, giving her my mouth to deflate her screams, but she shoves her face into my shoulder, biting into the skin, and shudders out her release.

  I slam into her three more times until I can’t take it anymore. Waves of pleasure roll through me as I bust inside her.

  Oh shit.

  We forgot a condom.

  I look down and know she’s thinking the same thing.

  “It’s okay,” she breathes out as we both come down. “I’m on the pill.”

  I collapse next to her.

  I’ve never had sex without a condom. Not even with Stella.

  “Are you mad?” she croaks out, turning to look at me.

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�Of course not, babe. I’m the one with the dick. It was my responsibility, so I’m sorry.”

  “How can I be mad at you after getting me off like that?”

  I give her a peck on the lips, grab a washcloth, and head to the bathroom to run it under cold water. She lets out a breath of relief when I come back and start to clean her up.

  “Keep some of it,” she says. “I like you being inside of me.”

  I grin.

  I could spend every day of my life with this girl and be forever happy.

  I flip the light off and love the feel of her snuggling into my arms.

  “I think I have a new favorite past time,” she says into the darkness.

  “What’s that?”

  “Sitting on your face?”

  I chuckle. “I think that mixes well with my favorite past time of devouring your pussy.”

  This is where I belong. She’s where I belong.

  I’ll do anything to keep her.

  Chapter 34

  Libby

  “I still don’t understand why we couldn’t ride with Easton and Gretchen,” I say.

  Knox is in the driver’s seat of a rented SUV, and we’re on our way to his grandmother’s house. Instead of riding with Gretchen and Easton, he chose for us to drive separate.

  I tried to get out of the grandmother visit by insisting Knox didn’t need me intruding on his family time. I had other stuff I could do – explore the city, people watch, read an erotic romance where the virgin tames the man whore, anything that didn’t involve the pressure of the grandma interrogation. From what I’ve heard, she’s the biggest parental figure in Knox’s life.

  “Well I still don’t understand why you keep asking that,” he fires back. “We obviously could’ve, but I didn’t want to.”

  “Why not?”

  “I want us to talk, and I know you won’t feel comfortable doing that in front of them.”

  “What do we need to talk about that’s not okay to say in front of other people?” I’m well aware that’s a stupid question, but I’m trying to play it coy over here.

  Knox stayed in the guest room with me last night, and I know it wasn’t lost on Easton and Gretchen exactly how he ended up there … or what took place in that bed.

  I’m falling for Knox, undeniably, and it petrifies me of the damage he can cause to my heart. I’ve opened it up before, only to have it obliterated at the end. It killed me, making me the cynical person I am, and the infliction Knox can cause will be more painful than ever. I won’t recover.

  He keeps one hand on the steering wheel and looks over at me when we hit a red light. “So you’re telling me you’d be comfortable talking about you riding my face as I ate your pussy in front of them?” I look down at my lap, biting my lip. “Don’t play shy on me now, sunshine. You weren’t shy when you were begging me to fuck you harder. I’d like to think we’re beyond the shy and this can’t happen stage. We’re progressing. Sooner or later, you’ll let me hold your hand in public, the same one I used to play with your pussy the night before.”

  His words.

  He’s a songwriter and knows how to hit you with all the feels. A man that can talk dirty is my biggest weakness.

  “Maybe this isn’t the best conversation to have while we’re on our way to visit your grandmother. She’ll probably think I’m some loose tramp.”

  “I told her we were banging months ago. She’s cool with it.”

  “You’re so lying.” He shakes his head. “Turn this car around right now.”

  “Sunshine, I’m a grown ass man. She knows I’m not a virgin.”

  “That doesn’t mean I want her to think I’m screwing you.”

  “Relax. I’m kidding. I love my Grams and all, but I don’t share sex stories with her.”

  “I can’t relax. Now you have me all nervous. Why am I nervous?”

  “Because you like me.” He shrugs when I narrow my eyes at him. “You don’t get nervous about meeting someone’s family unless you want them to like you because you see a future with that person.”

  I scrape a hand through my hair. “Or maybe I don’t want to get the granny wraith.”

  He pats my leg. “There will be no granny wraith.” He doesn’t move his hand, instead deciding to rest it there the entire ride, and I’ll be lying if I say that little gesture doesn’t send sparks through me.

  “This house is seriously adorable,” I say when we pull up the drive of a charming, two-story, bright yellow cottage that’s shaded by giant oak trees. It reminds me of where Snow White lived with her little dwarves.

  Knox cuts the ignition. “You ready to go in?”

  “Ready or not, there’s no way I can walk back to the hotel.”

  I open up the door, noticing Easton’s car is parked next to us. Knox gets out and walks around the SUV to wait for me. He takes my hand in his and leads us up the slate path with bright flowers stemming along the outside.

  I’m hit with the scent of fresh cookies wafting through the air when we walk inside. It’s homey and inviting with yellow walls and bright furniture. All of the trim and bookcases look like they were handcrafted, and family photos flood the walls.

  Knox squeezes my hand, like he’s afraid I’ll pull away, and walks us into the kitchen. He’s making a statement. He’s telling his grandmother what I am to him, more than an assistant. Everyone is in the kitchen with cookies in their hands.

  “There’s my other grandson,” an older woman shouts. She’s short, and her white hair is pulled back with sparkly butterfly clips. She heads straight for Knox, wrapping him in her arms. Knox rests his arm over her shoulder when he pulls away and kisses her on the cheek.

  “Libby,” Knox says, turning so they’re both facing me. “This is my Grandma Estelle.”

  I shake her hand, smiling. “It’s nice to meet you. Your house is beautiful.”

  A bright grin takes over her face. “Thank you, honey. Knox surprised me with it years ago. I used to keep these old magazine clippings of my dream home if I ever won the lottery.” She pats Knox’s belly. “He snuck in one day and stole them to give to a builder so he’d know exactly what I wanted.” You can’t miss the pride and gratitude on her face. “He spoils me so darn much.”

  “You deserve it, Grams,” Knox replies. “It’s because of you I’m even able to do it.”

  “Nonsense. I only provided the guitar. You’re where you are because of your hard work and determination.”

  Knox releases her from his hold and heads farther into the kitchen. “What’s on the menu today?”

  “Your favorite, fried chicken and all the fixings.”

  “My stomach is already growling.”

  Estelle pauses, as if something hits her, and looks over at me in concern. “Is that okay with you? I’m so sorry. I intended to call Knox and double check, but it completely slipped my mind.”

  “That sounds amazing, actually,” I answer.

  I help Gretchen set the table, and we make small talk over dinner. Estelle takes over the conversation, telling stories of when the boys were younger and some of the hardships they had growing up. When Knox was playing music on the street, he gave every dollar he made to his mom to go towards rent. With everything I’m learning about Knox, I’m so glad I tagged along with them.

  It’s not until I’m alone with Estelle that she takes my hands in hers. “I want to thank you, Libby,” she says. “I have a confession. I was nervous for Knox to go on this tour. So much has hit him this year – relationship, career, and family wise. But I’ve heard nothing but positive things from the news and him. Whatever you’re doing, please don’t stop. I like to see him happy. He deserves that and so much more.”

  “She likes you,” Knox says when we get back into the SUV and start heading into the city.

  He got a call after dinner that we have to leave tonight, a day earlier than scheduled, because a serious storm is headed to the next city and the driver thinks it might double the time we thought we’d need to get there.<
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  Our mini-vacation is over, and we’re stepping back into reality, with Knox being busier than ever.

  “I have a feeling that woman likes everyone,” I reply. “She doesn’t have a bad bone in her body.”

  “I wouldn’t say that. She can be a feisty one, believe me. Easton once brought a chick over he was dating, and Grams caught her playing hand grab with his dick at the dinner table. She kicked her out of the house, empty stomach and all.”

  “Now that’s just cruel. It was difficult, but I’m thankful I managed to restrain myself from crotch grabbing you while gripping my fried chicken in the other hand.”

  “Appreciate it, but I want to make myself clear that any other time it’s completely acceptable.” He leans back in his seat and points down to his cock. “Even right now.”

  “Settle down, killer. Not happening.”

  “Fine with me. I need you to have all of your energy when we get back to the bus.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to fuck you on every inch of it.”

  Chapter 35

  Libby

  I’m staring straight at the first man who broke my heart. He looks different, but there’s no mistaking it’s him, and the way he’s glaring at me only confirms it. His upper lip is snarled as he wipes the sweat from it with his arm, and his eyes are narrow in on me like he’s ready to attack.

  My stomach sinks when I watch him bring himself up from the stage and head in my direction. I turn around, my feet moving quickly, and rush towards the first exit I find. I push open the door and catch my breath when I make it outside.

  Unfortunately, I stupidly chose the door that leads to a back alley.

  I whip around at the sound of the door slamming shut and come face to face with him.

  “Why are you here?” he hisses. “Are you following me to fuck up my life more?”

  I bitterly let out a snort. “Don’t flatter yourself, Adam. I’m definitely not here for you. I’m Knox Rivers’ assistant.”