I bit her collarbone when the burn of her nails being dragged down my back took over my thoughts. Small sounds came from her mouth, and I knew I was the only one to hear them. The music was too loud. I smiled against her chest as the words played over us.
‘I can’t breathe
I’m on my knees, tasting sweet flesh
Her fingers twisting in my hair is almost more than I can bear
Delicious pain feeding me, making me the right kind of insane
The cadence and whispers of her cries...
Like a lullaby...
So beautiful...
So musical...
Brings me undone
The last part was spot on. I was going crazy. A spell had been cast and I was mindlessly at her control, needing her in every way manageable.
“I wish this was real, Country. The things I could do to you,” I muttered into her soft skin. She clutched my hair with gentle force and pulled my mouth to hers, fiercely working her tongue with mine. She moaned, and from the growing inferno between her legs, I had a feeling I was getting her closer. “You wanna come, babe?” I asked, raising my head to look at her, brushing her hair away from her face. The desperation and need I saw silently confirmed her answer.
Grinding against her, I made sure the base of my dick rubbed her in just the right way. “Stare into her eyes, Trevelin. Keep moving. Yes, yes, work the sheets. Make us believe. Clench his back, Isabel. He is making sweet love to you on a rooftop!” Dan yelled.
I didn’t need his orders, because I knew what I was doing to her, and I was doing a damn good job according to her body language and the noises she kept whimpering. If she was faking it, she was a damn good actress.
I leaned on one forearm as I brought the other hand up to caress her face, all while still mercifully working my hips. “That’s it, baby. You can let it go. I’ll catch your cries.” No sooner than the words left my lips, I saw the blaze of desire flash through her eyes from my relentless movements. I crushed my lips with hers, and she let go, moaning the sexiest, softest sounds into my mouth. I savored every last one, because I didn’t know if this was all I would ever get.
I hoped like hell it wasn’t. I was fucking hooked now. That was the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen and we weren’t even naked.
“CUT! CUT!” Dan’s obnoxious voice happily shouted.
I stopped moving, but I continued for a few seconds to kiss Country along her jaw. Pulling back, the wanton sated look that I’d put on her face made me feel like she was a little more mine.
Just a fraction.
“That was the best damn acting I have seen in years. I don’t know what happened with you, Isabel, sweetie, but let’s do it again.”
Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her head. “Again?” she asked, stunned, a dusting of red flushed her glowing cheeks from her extrusion.
“Yep. That was perfect, but I want to get a few more different shots. Some of you straddling Trevelin while he sits up and his hands work over your exposed back. The nude number will need to go.”
Was he kidding?
“Like hell it is,” I snapped.
A possessive urge crashed through me like an out of control fighter jet. If I were to see her bare breasts, I was cool with that, but I wasn’t cool with all these other bastards seeing her exposed. And hearing Reed’s loud ass laughing coming from somewhere behind me had me instantly confirming that it would be over my dead body. Reed wouldn’t try anything, I knew that, but he was too big of a horny douche, even if he was to only see side boob.
I peered over at Country, who was propped up on her elbows, and damn if that small position didn’t make her look hotter than she already was. If I thought she looked scared before it was nothing compared to the terrified look that was plastered on her sweet face now.
“Don’t worry, babe. It won’t happen. I don’t want every man in here seeing what’s—ahem...your boobs.” I swallowed hard. Fuck, I almost called them mine. Making her come, without actually touching her—in front of others that were clueless—didn’t exactly make her mine.
She smiled at me, and I wanted nothing more than to grab her and run. Take her back to the beach house and lock her in a room all to myself.
“Relax, no one will see her. Her chest will be pressed firmly against yours, making it completely covered. As long as neither of you have a problem with feeling skin on skin,” Dan tried to reassure.
“Not happening. I don’t want anyone seeing her. This,” I waved to her nude bra, “is barely fucking enough.”
Recognition seemed to smack him in the face. “Oh! I see.” His eyes grew wider. “This was so hot because you’re not just touring partners. I should have realized that when we first started shooting.” I sat up the rest of the way and covered Country with the sheet. “No one will see your girl, I swear.”
I didn’t even bother to correct him. I wanted people to think we were together. An elated shiver goosed my skin when Izzy didn’t speak up to correct him either. Perhaps she just didn’t hear him because she was still mortified of this entire situation—Nah, fuck that, I was going with she wanted to be my girl.
“I’ll do it.”
My neck nearly dislocated as it twisted in her direction so fast. I didn’t know if I’d heard her correctly.
Moving closer, I pinned her with my eyes. “No. You’re. Not. You don’t have to do this. They have enough. They can use more of one of the others scenes.”
“It’ll just be my back, Hollywood. You’ll be covering me.” She spoke as if I were her saving grace, regarding me with a different look in her eyes. “I trust you...”
Ah, fuck!
♪♫♪♫♪♫
I handed Country a cold bottle of water.
“Thanks,” she said, a touch of shyness coloring her cheeks.
I reached out and brushed my thumb over the blooming pink. “Was that...are you...” I took a deep breath. “Are things good between us?”
She glanced up at me with a small crease on her forehead. “Of course. Why would you—oh.” Awareness deepened the color of her cheeks as she looked to the pallet of white silk sheets where she sealed my fate of never being the same man ever again. Her moans and pleading breaths still continue to serenade to me; the sweetest fucking symphony I’d ever heard. She seemed to think longer than my crazy feelings were comfortable with, but she finally said, “You’re real smooth. No wonder you have women falling at your feet.”
The small, fidgety laugh didn’t hide the fact she was trying to omit her falling apart beneath me, the passion I felt in the way she kissed me, the way her burning touch seared my flesh or the desire that stared me dead in the face. Good acting skills or not, what she shared with me was real, and she could deny it all she wanted – I’d find a way to make her see it.
I went to reply, but stopped when I saw relief wash her blush away, then Reed’s annoying voice blared over my shoulder, “Not trying to step over the line for the safety of my nuts, Kitten, but that was downright sexy as hell. It gave me a fucking boner.”
She giggled nervously. “I’m not sure what to say to that.”
“Nothing. You don’t ever express gratitude toward Reed, it’s like feeding a bear a cookie,” Jace told her while giving Reed a soft punch to the arm.
“More like elephant. We all know I’m more blessed than all you fuckers,” Reed said, punching Jace back.
After our short break, Dan brought us all together to show us what he had and give us an idea of what the video would look like. A laptop was placed on the bar and he started at the beginning where the guys and I shot the bar scene earlier today where we played the song from a small stage. From there the video broke into different directions; Jace leading Addie from a bustling crowd to an empty bathroom, Bryson and Jade taking a stroll down the beach that turns heated, and Reed and some ebony haired actress hired for the video basically getting it on in the back seat of an old hotrod in the parking lot, and no doubt they will be doing the same
in his bed later.
I particularly love the part Dan reshot of Country walking up the steps to the roof. She wore a dress much like the one she wore when I first saw her on the side of the road, but this one was red. I had to pull the strap down her shoulder and kiss up her neck. The scene then faded to her in the red lingerie, undressing me.
“It will slowly transition to each band member and their sexy rendezvous. Do you boys get the concept?”
“Loud and clear, boss,” Reed said while feeling up the actress he’d shot his hotrod scene with.
“Good. I believe this bad boy will be a hit.”
♪♫♪♫♪
Dan finally called it a wrap once we finished the back scene. There was only two takes, but they managed to soak up the time, and it was late, close to 2 a.m. Country’s lips were red and swollen as she slept with her head lying in my lap as Big Mac drove us to the beach house. I could tell she was getting tired around midnight.
Today was...was fan-fucking-tastic! That summed it up pretty damn well if you asked me.
It would be even better if the angel asleep in my lap knew how much she was starting to mean to me, but tonight wasn’t going to be that night like I’d hoped. I stared at her angelic face. So smooth and tranquil as I brushed dark strands of hair out of her face, causing her to mutter something cutely in her sleep, then nuzzle contently against my stomach.
Before I knew it, Big Mac had the SUV pulled into the small drive of the beach house and my door open. I hated to move her, she looked so comfortable nestled in my lap, but I needed to get her upstairs and in bed before she got a kink in her neck. I pulled her up and placed my hands under her, cradling her to my chest. Big Mac handed me her bag and walked ahead of me to open the front door to the house. “Catch ya later, homie,” he mumbled before turning back to the SUV.
“See ya tomorrow.” I kicked the door shut and carried her upstairs. Letting her bag fall to the floor, I placed her on the bed, then removed her flip-flops and gently shimmied her blue-jean shorts off. Next, I pulled off her top.
Fuck me hard!
I sucked in a deep breath and briefly looked away as I situated my twitching dick from the sight of her bare chest. I had no idea she wasn’t wearing a bra. Having her pressed up against me only hours ago, surrounded by way too many people and cameras, was nothing like this. I had felt her hardened nipples tease my skin, but I never got to see them, and I sure as hell didn’t want to chance anyone else sneaking a peek.
They were perfection.
I wanted to take one in my mouth so damn bad. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I retrieved one of my Knight Raider shirts, then delicately pulled it over her head and placed her arms through the sleeves.
“I think...I think...love you.”
Instantly I stopped moving and studied her closely, mulling over her sleepy utterance.
Was she awake? She’d done this shit before.
I watched, but she never opened her eyes, and her breathing was still slow and steady with sleep. Who the hell was she dreaming about? I knew for a fact she had dreamt about me. I’d caught her red-handed. But she just said love. There was no way she was dreaming of me—that jealous tick that only she had managed to make me feel crept up uninvited, making me want to invade her dream and demand who the fuck it was she loved so I could knock his fucking brains out.
For all I knew it could be some ex-boyfriend of hers or some dude from a movie she fantasized about. Chicks do that shit, right? Though it was Ryker Steele’s face that popped into my mind, motivating every drop of blood in my body to boil thinking it could possibly be him.
I stripped to my boxers, banishing any and all thought of Country being in love with Ryker, turned out the light, and crawled into the bed beside her. I had waited for this shit for weeks, so instead of holding back, I wrapped my arm around her waist and nestled her back flush to my front.
“Who is it you love, Izzy?” I whispered softly in her ear as I rested my hand under the shirt I’d put on her, flat on her stomach. I was just testing to see if she would respond to me in her sleep, reeling for any clues her slumbering mind might want to share. After a second I repeated the question. “Who do you love, babe?”
“Hollywood...”
It was one simple word, almost inaudible, but I fuckin’ heard it loud and clear, and I’d never loved that nickname she had given me more than I did right then. There was no way she was referring to someone else. I mean, how many people did she call Hollywood? There was no way I could ever bring myself to ask her about it for the chance it may not be me she was loving in her dream, but no matter the cost, I was determined to make her feel the same about me when she was awake.
“Keep dreaming about me, Country.” I reached around and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. When I laid back down, I squeezed her gently, not ever wanting to let go. I’d never been told by anyone that they loved me, other than screaming fans and crazy bitches that I’d fucked—never once by anyone that actually meant something to me in return. It was a confession while unconscious, though it was still enough to cause a huge ache in my chest.
God, I want her!
Chapter Fifteen
Izzy
I was terrified.
Scratch that, I was scared shitless when I realized everything I had to do with Trevelin during the video shoot. The thing that flabbergasted me the most was how easily it all came when I was with him. It was like we were alone and it was totally normal for us to possess each other’s mouths and feel up the other’s bodies the way we did. Almost like we had done it on a daily bases. During that time, he ignited something deep within me. Something that was still burning.
For the love of God, the man made me orgasm without doing much of anything! In front of a production crew, I might add! I didn’t even know that was possible. I wasn’t even mad when I’d woken up that next morning to realize he had undressed me and put me in one of his Knight Raiders shirts. One with the shield and dragon on the front, one that smelt of him and that I wouldn’t be giving back.
It was mine now!
It wasn’t the first time he’d changed me while I was asleep, but it was the first time that I hadn’t been wearing a bra. He had done felt them against his chest so I wasn’t annoyed that he’d seen them while I was asleep. How could I? He was being extremely thoughtful...like always.
His question, “Do you trust me?” had popped into my mind. I did. I trusted him more than I probably should. I guess that was why I was fine with him seeing me almost naked. He was being very considerate and didn’t want me sleeping in my uncomfortable clothing.
That next morning, I had walked downstairs to him and Reed cooking breakfast, a sight to behold in itself. Unruly dirty blond hair and short dark brown hair, strong bare backs milling about the kitchen, and to top it off they were both wearing aprons. I had scared them both when I burst out laughing at the sight, and that got a pancake thrown in my face via Reed.
As promised I spent the rest of the next day with Ryker. He took me to a private beach away from the house. I was thankful, because I didn’t want to see the haunting eyes of Trevelin while spending time with Ryker. He had packed a large blanket and a cooler full of food so we could eat lunch on the beach.
Jade had stayed for a few days, and Addie and I took to her fast. I loved the way she would put the guys in their place without so much as a hitch. I really enjoyed it when she would smart off to Reed and slap him in the back of the head like Jim their driver does.
We’d gone shopping with her several times and she told us some stories about the boys I wished she had kept to herself. Needless to say, she had walked in on Trevelin, Reed and Jace with women in unpleasant situations more than she could count. I hated when she left, but we all exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.
The next few weeks had flown by in the same fashion. Me spending time with Ryker, and when I wasn’t with him I was with Trevelin. There were even times I’d been with Ryker that Trevelin had intervened and i
nsisted he needed me for something, which of course was never anything major—unless you consider watching a stupid snake eat a mouse fascinatingly important.
All six of us easily laughed, joked around, and had fun together while continuing on with the guy’s shows. I hated when we left Tampa, because I was starting to love it there, but the Knight Raiders had shows in other cities with devoted fans waiting. There were even a few shows that Addie and I weren’t supposed to perform at, but the frantic audience had insisted.
Ryker and I would normally hang-out after their set, and each time Trevelin would act pissed at me the next day for it. I didn’t know what his deal was with me being friends with Ryker, but it wasn’t unnoticed that he didn’t care for it.
And Addie – don’t get me started. One day she was with Jace and the next she was with Gage. I’d heard her and Jace argue about it a few times. When I questioned her she’d said, “I am twenty-one, Izzy, living my life to the fullest and having fun along the way with two of the world’s sexiest men.”
There wasn’t much I could say to that besides, “If you say so.”
We were now in a SUV, being driven from the airport to the Morgan Valley Ranch. Today’s Christmas Eve, and we only had today and tomorrow to spend the Christmas holiday with our parents. The other guys went home to Chicago. Other than Trevelin, who was seated right beside me.
Mom was so happy when I called her the other day and asked her if she would go pick up Trevelin’s present for me. I was a little scared he wouldn’t like it, but after a conversation we’d had, I knew there was nothing else I wanted to get him. Mom was ecstatic, to say the least, and she had called me every day to tell me she was keeping his present. That was my mom though, she loved everything.
Trevelin held my hand securely in his, our fingers laced together. He looked nervous, and his face appeared to be a pale green that resembled his downcast eyes.
When we pulled into the long driveway of the ranch, his leg started to fidget up and down furiously. Gently, I placed my free hand on top of it to calm him. He’d been here before. Why would he be so nervous now?
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