Surrounded By Knight
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“Sounds painful, but I’ll see what I can do.” Stop thinking about her tucking your shit, Trev. “Where are you at?” I asked to put my mind in a different place. Any place besides lying on top of her, kissing every sweet fissure of her body, licking that smooth skin my mouth watered for all while making her dig her nails into my back while screaming my name.
Fuck, I’d worship every inch of her perfection. My thoughts had been stirred and my dick throbbed and ached, wanting to be inside her.
“About to be at the beach. It’s really pretty here.”
“Too bad we aren’t on the same beach. I didn’t have you pack that tiny bikini for nothing.”
“What would we do if we were on the beach together?”
“Do you really want to know?” Because I could do so many things to your sexy ass body on a beach.
This conversation was going way better than I’d imagined, and Mr. Happy thought so too. He was hard and ready to show her what we could do on the damn beach.
My initial thought was she would cuss me out for taking her out of the bar away from Ryker and then cuss me out some more for taking her clothes off so she wouldn’t be sleeping in her puke all night, or for putting her in my bed. The possibilities were endless really.
“Yes.”
“Well...swimming in the ocean is an old time favorite. I might or might not let you bury me in the sand, and we have a cabana we could lay under and snuggle like we used to. And I might just let you kiss me again.” I would like more of the last part to happen, but with her I would take whatever I could get.
“You’re quite fond of this word might, aren’t you? By the way, you kissed me.”
“I might.” I chuckled. “And you started it being all...undressed. You know you liked it.”
“You weren’t supposed to be on the bus,” she countered quickly, and it didn’t go unnoticed that she didn’t deny liking the kiss.
“I wouldn’t take it back,” I confessed honestly.
I rearranged the object in my trunks that was enjoying the remembrance of tongue fucking her sweet mouth as I waited for her to say something.
“Um...it was nice.” Her voice was delicate and low like she had a hard time saying it. My stomach churned at the thought that maybe she didn’t enjoy it as much as I did or thought she did.
“Would you find it weird if I said I’ve missed you?”
The line went silent again, and this time I was afraid she’d hung up.
Dammit!
I was about to say hello when at the last moment she answered. “No.”
It was a small word and was practically a faint whisper but at least it wasn’t a yes and then a click.
“Good.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Would you find it weird if I said I’ve missed you back?”
Seriously?
“Is that a real fuckin’ question?”
“Is that one?” she snickered.
“If you missed me really bad, I can skip Tampa and come straight to L.A.” I wanted to see her. That was all there was to it.
I needed to see her. Even if it was only for a few hours. Shit, I’d settle for a few fucking minutes. I couldn’t believe she missed me. That had to mean something. Didn’t it?
“You can’t leave Tampa and come all the way to L.A. That’s crazy.”
“Not when you’re there,” I openly confessed. Small steps, Trevelin...break her off small pieces and she’ll get the hint.
“What if I’m not in L.A.?”
I frowned at the phone. “Where are you then?”
“Right here.”
Her voice echoed in my ear and in the room. I turned around toward the foyer, and low and behold, there she was, standing in front of me, only feet away, in a short yellow sun dress and white wedge sandals.
She appeared to be glowing. Her hair looked as if it was lighter, and as she came closer I could see blonde highlights had been perfectly placed through it. Her skin that was normally a golden tan was now darker and seemed to shimmer from the sunlight that was pouring in from the large floor to ceiling windows.
I cautiously got to my feet, wanting to shove my hands into my pockets, but these damn swimming trunks didn’t have any. And I fought the desperate urge to run to her and devour her here on the spot. I wanted to take that mouth the way I knew it wanted to be taken. Full, pink, pouty lips that silently begged for me to lick, suck, and taste them.
Fuck me!
“I thought you had missed me?” She smiled, slipping her phone into her bag that hung from her shoulder. If that wasn’t an open invitation then I didn’t know what would be.
I went to her and threw my arms around her little body, lifting her easily off the floor. Her bag lazily dropped beside us with a loud thump as I absorbed the affection pouring through us at that very second.
“I like your hair.” I squeezed just enough to send a message, but not hard enough to hurt her. I twirled her around a few times, inhaling the sweet, flowery scent I had grown to thrive on before I stopped, but continued to hold her in my arms.
“Aw...how sweet. You run your happy ass in here to get all the PDA and leave me to get our bags. I don’t think so.” Addie’s bitching didn’t go unheard, but she could keep her ass on her high horse. I had my Country back in my arms and I didn’t plan on letting go any time soon.
“It won’t kill you, Addison,” Country snapped with a kind smile, her beautiful blues never wavering from my gaze.
“Go fuck already,” Addie hissed as she walked past us to the open doors that lead out to the beach.
We ignored her, or at least I believed Country did. I wanted to do exactly what Addie suggested, but I wasn’t pushing. If being with me was something she wanted then she could show me. Otherwise I was happy with just holding her, kissing her and showing her I could be that guy that wanted her. That I was that guy that wanted her.
“I would have picked you up from the airport,” I told her, letting her body slide back to the ground.
“I figured you were busy.” She shrugged with a small scowl. By the look on that face, I knew what she meant by being busy.
“Nope. Only if missing you counts.”
I think she got what I meant, because she looked up at me with a small tilt of her lips, something flashing in her eyes that made me want to claim her, secure our mouths together and only come up for air when needed in order to survive.
“You missed me that much, huh?”
“I’ve been called a pussy a few times over the past two weeks on your behalf.”
“Bless your heart.” She patted my chest. “I’m here now, so let’s go do some of that fun stuff you were talking about.”
“I thought the cabana one sounded pretty damn fun.” I wiggled my brows.
She reached out, grabbed onto my nipple, and gave it a small tug. “Don’t push it.”
Oh, fuck! She doesn’t need to do that.
“Ha, I would suggest not grabbing my nipple ring, babe. Unless you want to go somewhere more private than a cabana.” I sounded accusing and motioned to my shorts. She glanced down – her cheeks instantly flamed red when she discovered what her stunt had caused. I didn’t have pockets, or else I would have been trying to hide the boner she’d brought back to life.
“Sorry,” she whispered innocently.
“Don’t be.” She went to look away, but I gently caught her chin to make her look at me. “I haven’t got a chance to talk to you since Wisconsin, and I want you to know I couldn’t leave you at Jolt with Ryker. Not after seeing how drunk you were.” I swallowed back anger, remembering how wasted he let her get. “I was just worried about you.” Her lips hitched as she watched me. “And I didn’t cop a feel when I undressed you either. You splattered puke all over your dress so I cleaned you up and put you in one of my shirts. I’m sorry if it offended you or if you woke up and didn’t know what happened, but I’d left to go get you breakfast and some sugar with a little coffee.” That made her smile. “When I came back you we
re gone and I didn’t want to piss you off more by calling you in case you were mad at me.”
I stared at her, wanting to continue with what I really wanted to say, but it didn’t feel like the right time.
“I wasn’t mad, Hollywood. A little confused as to what had happened, yeah. I thought we had—”
I didn’t let her finish. “I would never take advantage of you like that, Izzy. I respect you and your decisions. And I sure as hell didn’t want anyone at that club to try and take that from you. If I hadn’t come for you and something like that had happened, you would have been so upset and I would have hated myself for not being there for you.”
I shocked myself for how easily that came out as well as confessing I wouldn’t take advantage of her. I’d never cared to jump in the bed with a woman before, take what I wanted and move on to the next willing contestant. Yet with Country I was swallowed by different emotions that were foreign. I did care with her, and I didn’t want to simply move on.
Her eyes never left mine as I held her gaze. I could see the workings of her thoughts on the inside. God, I wanted to tell her more. Everything I felt, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
“Thanks,” she said, breaking our stare by bending down to pick up her bag.
“Go change and we’ll go out to the beach.” I needed to change the conversation, because the thickening of the desire I felt for her was building and I was close to choking on it.
“Where can I change at?”
I took her by the hand and showed her around the house. I started with the living area that had high ceilings, brown leather furniture with a wall of floor to ceiling windows that looked out to the beautiful view of the ocean. Next was the yellow painted kitchen that matched her dress. I continued with pointing out all of the downstairs bathrooms and then led her upstairs to where all the bedrooms were located.
“There are only five bedrooms, but you can have mine. I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch.”
She walked further into the room, looking around. The walls were a light blue, similar to the color of her eyes. I won’t lie, the color reminded me of her so much, that being why I’d chosen this particular room. All the furniture was white and it was decorated like the rest of the house, with tropical touches.
“Would you find it weird if I said I didn’t want you to sleep on the couch?” She gave me the same words that I’d said to her on the phone when I told her I missed her. That was a stupid question, but I’d let her have it. Holding her in my arms while we lay in bed together was a perfect night in my eyes.
“Only if you don’t find it weird that I don’t want to sleep on the hard ass couch.”
“Then let’s go get my bags, Hollywood. Addie sure the hell ain’t.”
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Watching water droplets roll down Country’s cleavage was damn near mesmerizing and close to being shamefully erotic. It was something I could watch for days. She didn’t have the biggest boobs I’d ever seen, but she had just enough that they filled her skimpy string bikini and left little to the imagination. The top was made up of nothing but tiny white triangles adorned with blue and pink sequins while the bottoms were plain white.
If I wasn’t playing it so safe with her and we were alone, I would have released the ties on the sides, revealing the playground underneath that had been untouched for twenty-one years. A playground I was eager to play on. Not hiding or caring, I noticeably admired her flat toned stomach as the sunlight caught and glistened off the beads of water that trickled down the tanned, smooth surface.
Lying in the sand, propped up on my forearms, my feet buried in the soft white grains, I watched her walk back to me after taking a quenching dip in the ocean. This was something I could get used to. I could never tire of looking at her beautiful face and body or spending time with her. She was something that I couldn’t seem to get enough of. It didn’t make sense. That I’d become so wrapped up in her in what little time I had known her. I mean, didn’t strong feelings usually take a longer time to acquire? Fuck if I knew, but what I did know was that the racing in my chest and the intense rush I got any time she was near was enough for me to say, “Who gives a fuck what makes sense?”
After she came downstairs from changing into her bikini, I’d thrown her over my shoulder and made a run for the water. She screamed she was going to kick my ass the whole way to the water, but once I dived under the waves with her and brought her back up to the surface still incased within my arms, she couldn’t do anything but laugh.
I damn near drowned myself from laughing so hard when something brushed against her leg and she started running for the beach yelling, “Shark!”
Turned out, the shark that had touched her leg was a large strand of seaweed. She had smacked me across the chest when I showed it to her and teased her about it, telling her that this shark made Jaws look like a giant ass pussy. The blush of embarrassment that had stained her cheeks was the cutest look I’d seen yet.
“I am beat. The sun has cooked me from the outside in. Let’s go sit under the cabana and get a drink,” she said, approaching me.
She didn’t have to say it twice. I got up, dusted most of the sand off my shorts, coming to realize I’d be finding that shit in places for months to come, and followed her to the cabana where Addie was relaxing on one of the lounge chair things, stretched out with her iPad in her hand and earbuds in. She was looking down at it in deep concentration. She must be reading something interesting, because it took a second before she realized we entered the cabana.
“Well, I’ll be... If it isn’t Siegfried and Roy. You two have been stuck up each other’s asses all day. It’s about time you joined the rest of the human population,” she said when she glanced up from the iPad, pulling the buds from her ears.
“And that consists of you?” Country looked at her and giggled.
“I am the better half of the world’s population,” Addie insisted matter-of-factly.
“Right.”
I, for one, did not want to hear them bicker back and forth with each other. They could be as bad as Reed and Jace, if not worse. “So how did things go in L.A?” I asked, taking a seat in the lounge chair beside Country.
“Barry Rucker signed us!” Addie squealed, clapping her hands together as she did a weird squirmy dance in her seat.
“Really? That’s fuckin’ awesome. I knew they would. You two have powerful voices, with the looks to match.” I looked to Country. “You should’ve told me.”
“They want us to come back in a few weeks to put together our first album,” she said with a weak smile. Again my selfish tendencies kicked in and I found myself wishing I had never introduced them to Randy. What the hell was I thinking? I was such a greedy fucker for wanting Country all to myself, but today had been one of the best days of my life, and it was all because I got to spend it with someone that had invaded my heart and was stealing my soul.
I’d been a mess the past two weeks without her, and now that I finally had her back she was going to leave me again. I knew it would happen. I mean, I was in the music business after all. I knew how all this shit worked, but I believed there was a small part of me that was either hoping they wouldn’t get signed or that I could destroy my developing feelings I had for her that kept mounting by the second.
“Congratulations!” I turned from looking at Country to the voice that came from the opening of the cabana. My fists immediately clenched at my sides as I stared Ryker Steele in the face. What the fuck is he doing here? “We were put in the beach house next door and I wanted to see if my girl was back yet.”
His girl?
The muscles in my jaw clenched so tightly they hurt. Boiling anger raged inside of me. I did my best to not go slam him in the damn face. She wasn’t his. I wouldn’t allow it. I wanted her. Isabel Morgan was made for me, and I’d be damned if I let someone take her from me. So what if she wasn’t mine, goddamn it, she would be! I needed her, had to have her, and I wouldn’t stop until I did.
“Gage on the beach?” Addie asked, placing her iPad into her bag.
“Yep. He and Alex are out there tossing a football with Reed and Jace.
“See ya, Izzy.” Addie jumped up, placed a kiss on Country’s cheek, and bounced out of the cabana. I thought she was fucking Jace? That girl made her way around more than a dude. I was so glad Country wasn’t like her. It would kill me. Would I still be so into her if she was?
“I think a celebratory dinner is in order for the newly signed country artist.” Ryker came further into the cabana. “How about you let me take you some place nice? I would say have Addie come, but I have a feeling she is going to be occupied with other things.”
Not fucking happening.
“Sorry, dude, but—”
“Hey, Trev?” Bryson popped his head into the cabana. Worst fucking timing, Bryson! “Randy wants to talk to you.” He showed me his phone. I was getting beyond frustrated. I sighed heavily, getting up from my seat beside Country.
I bent down in her ear and whispered, “I’ll be right back, babe,” and kissed her on her warm cheek. As I passed Ryker, I offered him a deadly look. His lips only tilted up in amusement. I fought the urge to knock it straight off his ass-kissing face.
Taking the phone from Bryson, I walked around the side of the beach house so I could hear over the crashing of the waves.
“This better be good, Randy.”
“Oh, trust me, you’re going to want to make love to my genius,” he said confidently.
“Okay, well, spill it. And hurry the fuck up, because Ryker Steele is trying to take something that I want.”
His laugh barreled roughly through the phone. “Intruding on your Country Bliss, huh? Well, he will shit himself with what I have planned. It’s going to put Addie and Izzy on the top, increase Knight Raider’s trends, and the rumor world will be set on fire.”
“I’m all ears.”