Plowed

by Kristen Luciani

  Or maybe the more apt question was how quickly could something be done to change that?

  “HE-HELLO?” DAXTON SQUEEZED LANEY’s hand as she squeaked out the word. The press conference had just ended, and the security team shuttled the reporters out of the room so Laney could take a call from the hospital. Her shoulders slumped against him, mouth expelling a deep sigh. “Oh thank God! I’ll be right over.”

  She swiped at the tears brimming in her blue eyes and smiled, probably the first real one he’d seen in a long time. “Gia’s awake. She’s still got a long recovery ahead of her, and lots more tests to undergo, but she’s conscious.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “Good thing. Who else would keep you in line?”

  Laney punched his shoulder. “Jerkoff.”

  “Bitch.”

  She smoothed the front of her shirt and sniffed. “Okay, I’m heading back to the hospital.”

  “Text me later. I’ll stop by tomorrow. She’ll need her rest.”

  Laney cocked an eyebrow. “Unlike you, right?” Her eyes flicked toward Sara, who was peering at a clipboard in Kat’s hands. “So, you and the PR girl?”

  “Yeah. Me and the PR girl.”

  “I was screwing her boyfriend.”

  “I heard.”

  “I didn’t know it, though. I’m not a homewrecker.”

  “You’ve got standards, I’ll give you that.”

  Laney tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, her expression a little wistful. Ironic, considering the girl could have any guy she wanted with a snap of her perfectly manicured fingers. “You seem happy. I’m glad you’ve found someone, Dax. You deserve it.”

  “Wow, you’ve really turned into a sap. I’m not sure how to respond to human Laney.”

  “Witnessing a near-death will do that. But keep my secret. I have a reputation as a raving diva bitch to uphold, okay?”

  “I’ll take it to the grave.”

  “No pun intended. Ugh. Bad joke, I know.” With a snicker, she walked toward the exit and waved at her head of security. “Okay, I’m ready to go.”

  Sara was still deep in conversation with Kat, probably reviewing details about the new opening band. More bad boy rockers. More headaches for the label. More questionable headlines. But at least the tour was still on. She bit her lower lip and twirled a lock of hair around her index finger. God, he wanted to scoop her up and carry her to the bus, where he’d work tirelessly to make sure every inch of her body and mind was calm and at ease. His cock twitched, as impatient as he was to get her naked.

  “Hey, I heard about Gia.” Cooper slapped him on the back. “That’s really good news.”

  “Yeah. Laney took off for the hospital a minute ago.”

  Cooper stared at the now empty doorway before slumping against the wall. “I saw.”

  A smile played at Daxton’s lips. “You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

  “What? You’re crazy! She’s the biggest bitch I’ve ever met in my life. I still don’t understand why the label hasn’t dumped her on her ass yet.” Cooper snuck a look back at the exit. Not slick enough to hide the look of longing clouding his face.

  “Because she’s the heart and soul of that band and has more talent in her pinkie nail than most of the pop tart yahoos have in their entire silicone-enhanced bodies.”

  With a snort, Cooper averted his eyes. “Whatever.”

  “Dude, it’s okay to admit it. She’s not banging that tool Eli anymore. Maybe you’ll have a shot.”

  “Not interested.”

  “I’m fucking starving, guys! Can we please get some eats before we hit the road?” Finn barreled over with Liam and Merrick in tow.

  “Eats?” Daxton snickered. “Are you looking for finger sandwiches or some shit like that?”

  Finn let out a loud groan. “I haven’t eaten in at least two hours. I need sustenance.”

  “Ramping up for the evening’s festivities?” Liam nudged him. “I’m not bunking with Coop, so you’d better have a Plan B.”

  Finn threw up his hands. “That’s it. I’m claiming the big bedroom tonight, Dax. I’m tired of messing around on a bunk bed. There’s no escape from the chicks when I want to go to sleep. They always want more. It’s kind of a curse.”

  Sara looked up at that moment, her eyes focused on Daxton’s. The corners of her pink glossed lips curled upward, as if she could see the salacious images on replay in his mind. With an exaggerated wink, it was clear she not only knew, but also was on board to re-enact them, one at a time, all night long. Kat smirked at him and exited the room, leaving Sara alone. Finally. She sauntered toward him, his groin throbbing with each swing of her slim hips. He had to channel every ounce of restraint to not pin her against the wall with the half-hard on rocking in his jeans.

  “Hey, guys.”

  “Hey, Sara! So, what’s your final assessment? Are we salvageable? Has this guy finally cleaned up his act?” Liam chuckled and took a swig of water from his bottle.

  “As if that’ll ever happen.” Merrick cocked a pierced eyebrow.

  “Give me a little credit. I’m reformed now. Now, how about you pull the pole out of your ass?” Daxton punched him in the shoulder. “And find some backup dancer to bang. That always puts you in a good mood.”

  A pink blush crept up the sides of Sara’s face. “Well, he’s still a work in progress, but much improved. Lucky for you guys, the new opening band has a lot more notoriety. Their PR team doesn’t sleep at all.”

  Daxton snickered and slung an arm around her waist. “Yeah, and about that last request, Finn? You’d damned better have a Plan B because the back bedroom is off-limits.”

  Finn laughed. “I guess that means you’re eating someone…er, I mean, with someone else tonight.”

  “You guessed right.” He tightened his grip around Sara. “Maybe I’ll catch you guys for breakfast.”

  “Not if I have anything to say about it,” Sara murmured against his ear.

  The throbbing intensified. Fuck food. He only needed one form of nourishment, stripped down and on her back. Immediately, if not sooner.

  “Come on, guys.” Finn smirked. “I don’t want to be responsible for cock-blocking our bro.”

  Daxton grasped Sara’s hand. “Much obliged, Finn.” He nodded at Merrick, who’d stalked over to a corner, speaking into his phone in a hushed tone. “What’s his deal? Did someone forget to give him his happy pill?”

  Liam rolled his eyes and drained the last of his water. “He’s a bigger diva than you, man. Probably on the rag. Don’t worry, I’m babysitting tonight. You kids have fun. Try not to scream too loud. If I’m not hammered enough to pass out, I don’t want to have to listen to you fornicating all night long.”

  Sara clapped a hand over her mouth. God, she was so fucking adorable. He couldn’t wait to make the walls of that bus shake. The two-minute walk to the parking lot was even too long.

  “I’d get some earplugs if I were you.” Daxton winked at him and pulled Sara toward the exit. “Come on, gorgeous. Don’t look so horrified. I’d never make them believe we were playing video games with the way you sing.”

  “Oh my gosh! You are so horrible!”

  His steps quickened. The arena exit was finally in sight. Security lined the perimeter. Nobody was getting through that human wall. “Really? That’s not what you were screaming last night. If memory serves, you were calling me God Almighty. A lot.”

  OH GOD, THOSE LIPS. IT was almost as if they were sizzling coils heating every square inch of her overly sensitized body. She gripped the bed sheets tightly, each shallow breath catching in her throat. “Dax,” she whispered. “Please. Don’t make me wait.”

  “But waiting is so much fun,” he murmured, the vibrations of his husky voice tickling her navel. His teeth closed around her pink lace thong and, with a yank, the delicate fabric tore from her body.

  “You’re gonna pay for those,” she panted.

  “I have an idea. Stop wearing them.” He let out
a low moan. “Oh fuck, knowing what I’d have clear access to, all the time…”

  “Mmm. Sounds tempting.” Her fingers traced over the ink covering his muscled biceps. She sank into the plush mattress with a loud gasp, her heart thrumming as his devious tongue dipped into her wetness, lapping up every drop of latent desire. It brushed over her swollen clit, once, twice, three times before delving into her heat. It was a torturous move, just enough to make her drip with longing and plead for release. Every nip and lick catapulted her closer to the brink. Powerful hands gripped her backside, squeezing the flesh, forcing her body upward for leverage. Tears sprung to her eyes as the orgasm tore through her. Singing was probably an understatement, since she was only a few high notes shy of shattering glass at that point.

  Aftershocks rippled through her like all-consuming waves, calmed only by his lips; the ones searing a path back to her mouth. They pressed against hers, soft and gentle, yet so very greedy…insatiable. His ruthless tongue tantalized, tangling with her own, flooding her insides with lust. This man, who’d thought he was so broken, had been the only one able to piece her shattered heart back together, and he’d given her everything that eluded her for so long - faith, hope, and love.

  His cock swelled between her legs, her body screaming to be filled with everything he had to give. She wouldn’t be…couldn’t be…complete without him, without feeling their connection, without immersing herself into all that was Daxton Cole.

  “I love you,” he breathed. His arms snaked around her torso, gripping her tightly. The head of his cock toyed with her slit, rubbing, taunting, teasing…his signature devious play. Sharp, shallow breaths were all she could muster as she gripped his hips in sheer agony, pressing them against her fevered skin. She shuddered, anticipation flooding her extremities until he finally slid inside, stretching her, filling her with every inch of his desire. Their flushed, frenzied bodies, slick with sweat, rocked together, moment after blissful moment. As much as her body craved release, the intoxicating sensations crashing over her were too addictive. Never let it stop.

  Each thrust was deeper than the last, his perfect cock burrowing farther into her depths, pulsating faster and harder until she writhed under him. Tremors rumbled within, gathering speed and intensity like a boulder careening down a mountain. Her mind was a blank canvas, all coherent thoughts immersed in the explosion that commanded her, firing every last nerve ending. His hungry mouth silenced her screams, muting the piercing sounds. With one final thrust, he shuddered against her, gripping her tight.

  She buried her head in his neck, still panting, still consumed by his heady scent. Minutes turned into hours, their bodies entwined. It wasn’t long enough. Forever would never be enough.

  Daxton squinted in the darkness. Only a small sliver of moonlight crept into the room through the closed curtains. It must be the middle of the night. Time didn’t matter, though. Sara shifted farther into him with a deep sigh. Her bare skin was so soft and smooth against his. She looped her ankle around his, pulling herself even deeper into his embrace. His hands refused to behave, his body way to sensitized to drift off again. Her firm backside slid against his cock, now rock-hard, fully awake, and in desperate need of some recognition.

  It was impossible to keep his hands away from her supple skin. He brushed the back of her neck with his lips. God, he was hungry, and Sara was the only sustenance his body would consume. When his hand traced a very determined path down to her navel, she let out a soft moan and guided it right between her thighs. His cock twitched as his fingers plunged into her slick opening, pausing only to rub her swollen clit.

  “Dax, don’t tease me anymore,” she breathed, her body shuddering against him. “I need you. Now.”

  As if he needed any more prompting.

  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on before sinking into her heat. Her walls clenched, sucking him deeper. It was impossible to form a coherent thought. Her movements muted every functional brain cell. He nipped her shoulder, trailing his tongue across her neck to the sensitive area behind her ear. Their bodies slapped together, her juices flowing over his fingers with each stroke of her nub. She thrust backward, faster, and harder, her body begging him for release.

  His cock throbbed, unable to be sated. Adrenaline coursed through him. He needed more, everything that she had to give. He slid out, separating the globes of her perfect ass then rubbing himself around the rim of her hot channel. He groped around in the dark for the jar of coconut oil on the nightstand. With a flick of his wrist, the top spun off, and he dug his fingers into the thick consistency. The warmth of his skin liquefied the oil. With slow strokes, he massaged her tight hole, rubbing the oil around the rim before inserting one finger.

  She gasped, her back arching, beckoning him.

  “Does that hurt?” he murmured, his lips nuzzling her neck.

  “No, just don’t stop touching me.”

  He opened her with a second finger, stretching her, making her whole body clench until she was ready for him. Another scoop of the scented oil, a few strokes of his dick, and it was time. He rubbed the swollen head along the opening before removing his fingers and sliding inside her. Christ, it was erotic as all hell, knowing she fully trusted him with something so intimate, yet so taboo. She moved against his cock, allowing him deeper access. Her body grew frenzied with every pulse, gripping him tighter as the minutes passed. Tremors shot through him, and his eyes squeezed shut, as blood rushed to his groin. He was on the brink, grasping her hips, barely able to squeeze out a breath. It didn’t matter. He could die right then; the sensations were that incredible.

  Her cries pierced the silence. Each thrust of her body against his brought him closer to the edge, and he wanted nothing more than to leap. His breath stilted until the explosion from deep within his core erupted, firing every nerve ending. The release was like nothing he’d ever experienced. He filled her with all he had, all she’d dragged out of him. The passing seconds were mind numbing. Being with Sara, falling in love with her, and connecting with her on every possible level was all he’d ever needed, and everything he’d ever wanted. Forever.

  “MMM. DON’T MOVE, OKAY? JUST ignore it.”

  Sara’s ringtone blared again. “It’s Kat. You know she won’t stop calling until I answer.”

  Daxton pulled her closer. “I don’t care.”

  “You say that now.” She snuggled against him, her velvety soft skin blanketing him in warmth that he could never get from blankets alone.

  Goddamn chimes sounded for the fiftieth time. Who would’ve thought that an innocuous enough ringtone could make someone want to hurl a phone against a brick wall?

  “Ahh! Fine! Get it already!”

  Sara giggled. “Told you.” She grabbed the phone from the nightstand. “Hey, Kat. What’s up?”

  The call meant one thing – playtime was over for the foreseeable future. It was back to the real world, where fun with coconut oil was put on hold; at least, until after tonight’s show. He let out a deep sigh, trailing his fingers down the smooth column of her spine, reveling in the way she shivered against him. Well, his cock definitely enjoyed it, rubbing along the crack of her perfect ass. It was so tempting to fling that phone across the room and plunge himself deep into her heat.

  “Okay. Yes, give me about twenty minutes. I’ll take care of it.” Sara clicked off the phone and flipped over. Her lips were deep pink, courtesy of his early morning nibbling.

  “What happens in twenty minutes?”

  “Kat needs some promo pics to blast out on social media. I need to get everything staged, which means you need to get your butt up, too.”

  “Speaking of butts…”

  Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of purple. He smirked. Kind of reminded him of her prized grape-flavored gum. Was it possible to be insanely sexy and adorable at the same time? Guess so.

  “How are you feeling? Are you sore?”

  “A little, but it’s fine.” Her eyes dropped. “I really liked
it.”

  Oh, fuck yeah. Her tight, hot channel, squeezing his cock as he slid in and out, playing with her clit, making her scream with each thrust…it was nothing short of amazing.

  “I’ve got plenty of coconut oil.”

  She giggled. “I’m not surprised. Maybe we can do something with it later?”

  “If you keep talking like this, there won’t be a later. There will only be a right now.”

  His fingers tangled in her blonde waves, lips pressed against hers. “Open your legs for me. I need you right now,” he murmured against her ear.

  Her legs fell open, inviting him to sink into her depths. He stroked himself a couple of times and rolled on a condom. She let out a gasp as he slid inside her slick, velvety walls. His cock throbbed with each thrust into her tight pussy, his balls tightening with each passing second. He grasped the globes of her ass, squeezing the plump cheeks, forcing himself deeper. Unable to breathe, drowning in lust…love…some combination of both. Whatever it was, he never wanted to be resuscitated. Her muscles clamped around him, forcing him deeper.

  Thump, thump, thump!

  Her soft whimpers turned into cries begging him to make her come.

  Thump, thump, thump!

  What the fuck was that pounding?

  “Dax!”

  Sara clapped a hand over her mouth.

  “Finn, what the hell? I’m busy!”

  “Yeah, I know. So does everyone else on the bus. Including your dad.”

  His dad? Fucking Tyler?

  “Um, you might want to come out here.”

  If Sara’s eyes bugged out any more, he was pretty sure her eyeballs would just pop out of her head. “It’s okay,” he whispered.