by Terry Towers
Damn, this hard-on in my shorts was troublesome. Hopefully she didn’t notice, but then again, maybe a show would be enough to get her to take a ride on my stick. My cock jumped in response to that idea.
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Violet
I really didn’t know what to think. What kind of nerve did you have to have to just invite yourself into someone’s room while they were sleeping? And the bastard was just standing there watching me sleep. What kind of psycho does that? But I knew it wasn’t craziness, not in the least. He was Zack Wyatt, and what Zack Wyatt wanted Zack Wyatt got.
So there he was, a rock-and-roll superstar reclined on my bed, offering to be my sleep partner. Yeah, right. There wouldn’t be a damned bit of sleep going on if I got back into that bed. He’d made it perfectly clear on numerous occasions that he wanted to have sex with me. Not going to happen, no matter how appealing he was lying on my bed with a blatant open invitation.
“I really don’t think me laying down with you in bed would be a good idea.”
“Why? You don’t think you could control yourself around me?”
“I’m more concerned about you controlling yourself.”
He chuckled, looking me up and down like I was a piece of meat. “Coward.”
“Uh-huh.” Planting my hands on my waist, I gave him the best stern look I could muster. “We have a professional relationship. Nothing more. And it’ll never be anything more than that. Your charm may work on other women, but I’m not just some woman.” I really hoped he couldn’t see through my false bravado, because I wasn’t feeling nearly as confident as I was trying to convince him.
“You’re right. You’re not. Which makes you even more appealing.”
The chances of me being able to kick him out of here and going back to sleep were zip, zero, zilch. Even if I could get him out, I’d never be able to get back to sleep, I was too riled up and as much as I hated to admit it, the thought of taking him up on his offer was making my pussy ache.
“Okay. So, let’s cut to the chase. What do you want?”
“I want you to join me on this nice soft bed,” he gave me a wink, “but if that’s not in the cards for us today then I want you to get dressed so we can get on with this gym torture you were so insistent on yesterday.”
Releasing a loud sigh, I motioned for him to get off my bed. “Fine then.” Keeping the blanket around me I went to my suitcase and after some rummaging pulled out a pair of leggings, crop top, and underwear. “I’d ask you to vacate the room while I dress, but I suspect that would be pointless.”
He grinned and shrugged. “Don’t even make like I’m here.”
“Easier said than done,” I muttered under my breath as I left the bedroom and entered the bathroom with my clothing piled up in hands.
Once in the bathroom I closed the door and placed the clothes on the sink before untucking the blanket and folding it neatly and placing it on the sink next to the clothing. Not wanting to keep Zack waiting, I quickly changed out of my nightie and into my gym clothes.
Zack was so damned egotistical. Did he think I would just fall all over myself to hop into bed with him because he showed me some interest? I huffed. As if. I could count on one hand the amount of men I’d been with sexually in my twenty-eight years. I didn’t take my selection of sexual partners lightly. There was only one major hiccup and that was the fact that I was extremely attracted to Zack. Hell, I was also attracted to Dylan as well for that matter. Just being near them made my heart race and core ache. I’d never felt such a strong sexual attraction to anyone before; it was unsettling, especially since I’d be spending every day with these men.
It was more than unsettling, it was downright dangerous for my career. I hadn’t worked as hard as I had just to have it destroyed by a lapse in judgement because I hadn’t been laid in a while.
Grabbing a hair elastic from my toiletry bag on the sink, I pulled my hair up in a ponytail high on my head. My hair bounced behind me as I pulled it through the elastic and released it. Giving myself one final glance I was satisfied I looked as good as I ever would.
As I turned toward the door, my heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second. It was open. How in the hell did it open? Did I not close it fully? I was about to dismiss the whole thing, no big deal, until my eyes locked with Zack’s.
“Zack?” I asked slowly coming out of the bathroom to enter the main room.
“Yes, boss.” He was grinning from ear to ear not even remotely embarrassed by the fact he’d just been caught peeping on me.
“Were you watching me get dressed?”
“Affirmative. I didn’t open the door if that’s where your mind was going to go. I tried to be a good guy and look away or tell you. I mean, I could have. But damn, your body is smoking.”
I told myself not to let his charm sway me, but the heat in my cheeks was betraying me. Damn him.
“A gentleman would have turned his eyes away.”
“Never claimed to be a gentleman.”
Our gazes locked and I shook my head, my ponytail swaying behind my head. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
“That’s what she said,” he joked, standing.
I refused to give in and laugh. “I’m managing an idiot,” I grumbled loud enough for him to hear, grabbing my card to get back into the room before heading for the door.
Chapter 7
One week later
Violet
Wow. Just…wow. Smiling, I flopped down onto the bed and squealed. Hypnotic’s tour was now solidly booked and I’d scored them a couple of high-profile interviews with a couple of talk shows. The guys were so charismatic that the interviews would be amazing and only add to their raging popularity.
To make things even better, I’d come to an understanding with the guys; Zack and Dylan in particular. We’d grown to become friends over the past week and I think despite all the hiccups we’d had in the beginning, we’d finally gotten into a groove that respected the manager-and-talent relationship. Yes, Zack would tease and flirt, but I’d come to understand that his teasing was all in the spirit of fun, as was Dylan’s.
Overall, we were making out good and made a great team.
Carter was right. I could do this. I had the talent and the ambition to be one of the top managers in the industry, just like my father had been. Sudden tears sprang to my eyes and I sat up. It was moments like this that losing my parents so young really hit me hard. That, in addition to not having a spouse, just added to the emptiness that I felt more often than I’d let myself to admit. I’d kill to have a family to share my successes and news with. But I did have Alyssa, and in most ways she was just as good as family.
I gave my head a shake and stood. A dip in the hot tub with a good book would be just what the doctor ordered, so to speak. The hotel we were at tonight had a hot tub that overlooked the beach and ocean. The view in the daytime was very pretty; I’d bet the view at close to midnight would be incredible and with any luck there wouldn’t be anyone down there. Access to the pool and hot tub area was restricted to most guests after 10pm, but there were a few exceptions, namely myself and the band.
Stripping down, I wiggled myself into a black bikini. Not one of those uber-revealing ones, but one with a high waist and decent boob coverage. Not sure if they had towels down at the pool area or not, I didn’t want to risk it, so I grabbed the largest towel in the bathroom and wrapped it around my waist. Grabbing a bottle of wine and a book, I made my way down to the hot tub and pool area. I rarely drank, but tonight I’d celebrate – in moderation.
Swiping my card in the entry system for the pool area, I pushed the glass door open. As expected the area was deserted. The hot summer air felt amazing as I made my way to the hot tub. Removing my towel, I placed it on a chair nearby and entered the tub, with my book in one hand and the bottle of wine in the other. The hotel we were staying at was a U shape, partially circling the pool, each room having a view of the pool area, and, further out, the ocean. A small
part of me was self-conscious, knowing that at any time someone could be watching me, but that fear was quickly dismissed. I had to stop worrying about other people and enjoy life; that was the way the guys did it and they seemed pretty damned happy to me.
The water felt amazing as I sank down into the pool, strategically situating myself over a jet and sinking down to chest level. Now this was the life, I thought as I placed my book on the side of the tub, uncorked the wine bottle that had been pre-chilled and took a long, deep drink from the bottle, before sinking deeper into the pool, placing the bottle behind me and closing my eyes.
When people talked about living their best life, I’m positive this is what they were talking about. My life was on a serious upward track and it felt good.
“Mind some company?”
I’d almost dozed off in the hot tub, but the voice pulled me violently from my sedative state. I gasped as I sat up quickly and my eyes sprang open to see Zack standing at the side of the hot tub, in a pair of black swim trunks.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I gasped, my heart thumping wildly in my chest.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He didn’t wait for me to grant him permission. He dropped his towel on a chair and stepped in, sitting next to me in the hot tub.
“Uh-huh.” Remembering the wine, I grabbed the bottle and took another drink. As I placed the bottle back on the ledge of the hot tub, I got an immediate head rush. I rarely drank, so when I did it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“It’s been a crazy week. How are you holding up?” he asked.
Excitement began to swell up within me. “I’m doing amazing actually. We started off pretty rocky and I’ll admit I wasn’t sure I even wanted to deal with a cocky dick like you, but—”
He began laughing. “Cocky dick? Really? That’s how you see me?”
I cocked a brow at him. “You’re going to try and deny it?”
He grinned and his face turned a shade of red.
“Wow, is the great Zack Wyatt actually embarrassed by something? I’m in shock!”
“I am human; I do get embarrassed from time to time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I gave his shoulder a little nudge. “As I was saying. We seem to have found our groove with each other and the tour is officially booked up. In addition, I have lined you guys up with a couple phenomenal interviews. But here’s the best part.”
“What?”
“Promise you’ll contain your excitement.” I wanted to lead him along for just a little while longer.
“I’ll manage. What is it?”
I smiled, barely able to hold back myself. “You’re going to be headlining the half-time show at the Superbowl!” I gave him a few excited slaps on the shoulder.
His expression was blank as he stared at me. Was he unhappy with that? It was one of the most prestigious events a band could play at.
He let out a loud whoop. “Holy shit! You’re amazing!”
I nodded, ecstatic that his excitement was as great as mine. The band was so successful that it was hard to find a gig that really got them enthusiastic. But his excitement wasn’t the only thing I didn’t expect.
Without notice, Zack turned to me, slipped his hand behind my head and lowered his lips to mine with such quickness and gusto that I didn’t know how to react. Instead my instincts took over and I responded to his advance, moaning softly as his lips caressed mine.
Just as quickly as he kissed me, he pulled back, the expression on his face one of shock. “I umm…I…” He released a loud huff of air as he ran his wet hand through his hair.
I’d never seen him so flustered. It was adorable. And he was rattled over kissing me? It seemed like such a crazy idea. Zack Wyatt, the man who could get just about any woman was flustered over plain old me. His reaction to the kiss sent my body into overdrive from my desire for him. As much as I’d tried to deny it, every day was a challenge to keep from wanting him and the urge was getting stronger by the day.
I couldn’t have stopped what I did if I wanted to. Leaning over, I kissed him back. A loud sigh escaped me as we came into contact and my lips parted, inviting him in. His tongue slipped between my lips in search of mine, and as our tongues wrestled, a surge of want and need raced through me.
His hands slid to my hips and before I even knew what was happening, I was straddling him. I settled down onto his lap and could feel the strength of his erection pressing against me.
Sliding my hands up his chest, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. It had been so long since I’d had a man’s body tight against mine, I’d forgotten how good it felt and it only made me want to feel even more of him.
Just as suddenly as the passion between us began, it stopped as Zack gently pushed me back. Remaining on his lap, I looked down at him, bewildered as to why he’d stop something that was feeling so good.
“Violet, I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”
Whoa…. What? Was he joking? The passion within me died down slightly as I looked at him, bewildered. “What’s wrong?”
“Well, I’m just concerned. I don’t want us to ruin what we’ve established this past week.”
“Less than a week ago you wanted to fuck me and ditch me.” I was getting a little annoyed at this point. He’d been teasing me all week and now he had cold feet when I was giving him what he wanted?
“Yes, but that was then and this is now.” Despite his words he still held tight to me, his fingertips digging into my ass, keeping me tight against his rock-solid dick.
His dick jerked under me amping up my desire. “And now, I’m looking to get fucked.”
I didn’t have the patience for his wishy-washy conviction. If we didn’t get this going soon, I’d lose the nerve and common sense would prevail.
A look came over him, one of raw, feral desire. My entire body shuddered as our gazes locked and held for a couple of beats. Suddenly, his hand left my ass to slip behind my head and he urged my lips back down to his.
His kiss this time was hot and demanding, his tongue forcing its way between my lips. I pressed my body tight to his as I moved on his lap. He groaned against my lips, fisting my hair in his hand. The feel of my hair going taut sent a shiver down my spine, increasing my desire.
Oh God, I groaned inwardly. My hands began to explore the ripples of muscle over his shoulders and chest.
His lips left mine and began to travel their way along my jawline and to my neck. Oh damn, my neck was my kryptonite. If there was any reservation left in me it faded quickly as he bit and teased my neck.
My fingers dug into his shoulders and my heart rate accelerated as I climbed higher and higher, the need to have his dick in me was becoming unbearable. “Fuck, Zack,” I groaned, my head falling to the side, giving him better access to the sensitive flesh.
As he continued to torment my neck he released my hair and his hands worked their way up my back and to the clasp on the back of my bikini top. His nimble fingers quickly undid the clasp and the bikini top came loose. He worked the top down my shoulders and off, tossing it to the side of the hot tub and freeing my breasts completely.
His lips moved downward, across my collarbone and dipping even lower. While one hand cupped my breast massaging gently, his mouth and tongue played with my other breast, his tongue circling my nipple and turning it into a hardened peak.
A voice in the back of my mind kept telling me that I needed to end this. This was wrong. It could cause nothing but problems. But I couldn’t stop it, correction, I wouldn’t stop it. I wanted it to much, my body needed his. This hot tub, the beautiful view, it was just too perfect and too right.
I was starting to feel lightheaded as I rubbed my pussy against his covered cock. There was way too much clothing between us. I needed skin on skin. I needed his dick; I needed it as much as I needed my next breath.
“God, I want you Violet.”
I looked down at him and our gazes locked. The intensity of my desire for him reflected
in his eyes. “Then what’s stopping you?”
He hesitated a moment. “Not a fucking thing,” he groaned, lifting his ass up and pulling his shorts down and tossing them to the side of the pool.
Dipping my hand into the water, I grasped his dick in my hand and began to stroke him. He groaned loudly, letting his head fall back against the tile. His hips began to move with my hand, soft growl-like moans coming from his lips with every stroke.
“Stop,” he suddenly said.
My hand released him. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
Grinning, he shook his head. “Not at all. It was too good and I’m not done with you yet.”
Grabbing my hips, he made me stand between his legs. Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my bikini bottom, he pulled it down. I stepped out of the bottom and he tossed it to the side of the tub with his shorts.
Sinking a bit deeper into the tub, he pulled me closer. I trembled as I realized that my pussy was just inches from his mouth. Thankfully, I’d just had my bikini area waxed. He looked up at me, as he dipped a finger into my core.
I cried out, my knees beginning to tremble under me. Leaning forward, I clutched the side of the pool on either side of his head.
“I’ve been dying to taste you, baby,” he growled, removing his finger and gripping my thighs, pulling me up just a little further and then burying his face between my legs.
“Ohmygod!” I cried out, much louder than intended, but I couldn’t help it. I’d only had a man go down on me once in my life; I’d always been so shy about it. The act was so intimate, it made me tremble inside knowing he was devouring me, his tongue sinking into my pussy.
Holding tight to the edge of the hot tub, I tried to hold onto control. But it was so hard; it was so incredibly hard because the waves of pleasure rushing through me were so intense. I didn’t want to let go, it felt so amazing, I’d never been with a man so skilled at making me moan.