[Off Track Records 01.0] Detour

by Kacey Shea

  My gaze finds the aforementioned appendage. “Nor should you.” I hate the way my words come out breathy, wanton and without control. I try not to analyze it—my reaction to this man or the need to be owned by him when I fucking hate anyone who has tried before.

  Trent crawls up my body and meets my lips for a searing kiss. I stop overthinking and revel in the pleasure that pulses throughout my body with every beat of my heart.

  He lines himself up at my entrance, his forehead touching mine, and we both watch while he pushes forward, sliding inside with one deep thrust.

  “Yes.” I can’t help but hiss because this is where I’ve wanted him all night.

  His strong body over mine moves with such coordination. He’s careful not to crush me, pushing up on his hands and arching his back with each drive. His hips do all the work as he thrusts deep and hard, giving me only a second’s rest before he moves out and back in. Oh, my God.

  My free hand runs along his back, and I scrape my nails into the flesh of his backside. Needing him to be closer, aching for more, my body moves with his, showing him just how much I want this with him. I seal my lips together, afraid if I part them they’ll only beg for more. With Trent, I’m afraid it’ll never be enough.

  “Fuck, Lexi. Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . .” He chants each time his body merges with mine.

  “Yes.” I can’t catch my breath, so my lips find his for a kiss that’s as sweet as it is hot. He feels so damn . . . Shit! “Wait. Stop,” I whisper and my eyes snap open with the heavy footsteps coming toward the door. The bathroom door opens and shuts, and I drop my head back against the mattress. He distracted me with his perfect dick and I forgot the guys are back.

  Trent slows his movements to an unhurried, softer pace, and works to catch his breath. He braces himself over me, his forearms at my shoulders. With each slow exhale he fans air across my skin, prickling my body with more need. “What is it, Lex?”

  “It’s weird, right?” I manage to get out before another throb of lust courses through me, my pussy tightening around his dick. We both groan. He shifts his body weight to one side and his other hand snakes between us, rubbing my clit. I have to bite my lip, I’m that close to falling apart again.

  “Wait. Stop throwing me off track.” I grab his hand and hold it still. I don’t really want to push him away because, holy fuck, I’m almost there, but I hold him back enough to complete a coherent sentence.

  “What is it, Lex?”

  “They’re out there.” I meet his concerned gaze. This probably isn’t the time and place to discuss this, but I need to know. “And what we’re doing . . . How does that work? How does this not mess with the band? If not now, then later when . . . I mean, we’re only fucking. We haven’t talked about anything. About what happens next. I don’t do rock stars. Hell, I don’t do relationships.”

  “Hey, hey . . .” He dips his chin to cover my lips. He kisses me so tenderly I almost lose my breath again. “Don’t overthink this. It’s good, yeah?” He pulls out, almost all the way and then sinks back into me, his thumb playing my clit better than any guitar solo.

  My body lights up for him and I clench my jaw. He takes from me so easily. “So good.”

  He stops moving and leans his forehead to rest on mine. “You say that like it pains you,” he whispers.

  “It kind of does,” I admit honestly. Because Trent scares me, and being with him tonight goes against everything I’ve promised myself. I’m giving him more than just sex.

  “Lexi.” When he says my name, just above a whisper, the turmoil within stills and I can’t help but be caught up in the power of his stare. “Do you feel what you do to me? Do you feel me?” His hips resume a steady pace and with each thrust his pelvis stimulates my clit.

  “Oh, God, yes.” I exhale, trying to get hold of myself before I fall apart.

  “Feel me. Just feel this.” His thumb is back, stroking me just where I need it. Oh, God, he’s good. His lips find my ear, “And if you can’t stay quiet, kiss me, bite me, or scream into the pillow, because I’m not done. I’m not close to being done.”

  My orgasm bursts, ricocheting through my body. I do exactly what he suggests and bite his shoulder so I don’t scream.

  “Oh, fuck, Lex.” He pounds me hard, chasing his own release. He’s primal, not holding back at all now that I’ve come. The slap of his flesh against mine mingles with the scent of my desire to assault my senses.

  “Oh, yes. Fuck me, Trent. Come inside me.”

  His body shudders and he jerks twice as he comes, our bodies still connected, my name on his lips. He doesn’t pull out right away and it’s an intimate gesture, one I don’t let go unnoticed. If this were simply fucking alone, he’d be up and out. Instead, when he finally meets my gaze, he kisses me. Gently. Sweetly. As though I’m something precious. He rolls to his back, but instead of letting me go, he tugs me to his side and wraps his arm around my waist.

  And I let him.

  Everything inside pounds with my heart, a warning that this leaves me too exposed. An invitation for him to come too close. But his fingers stroke along my arm until my worries calm, and as my pulse evens with my breath, I realize it’s attempting to match his own. My eyelids close from the comfort and safety he offers, from being in his arms, and the rhythmic roll of the bus down another highway eventually lulls me to sleep.

  27

  Trent

  She wanted to run. The minute the guys came back last night she was tempted to bail. Had it been any other woman I would have let her. But this was Lexi, so instead, I made her come. All selfishness on my part; I’m pretty sure she’d have kicked me out of her room if I hadn’t. If only to keep up the pretense that we weren’t “together,” but that’s not what I wanted. No, I want everyone in the world to know we’re together. That she is mine. But I didn’t want to scare her, so I settled for delivering orgasm after orgasm until she curled into my side. We both found sleep, limbs intertwined, my heartbeat in harmony with hers.

  The stop, go, and slow of the bus jostles me awake before it does Lexi. Her cheek rests on my arm, using it for a pillow, but as much as I love having her curled up at my side, my fingers tingle with the loss of blood flow. I place a kiss on her forehead and roll her to her back, flexing my fist until I can feel my fingers. She stays asleep, her hair spilling every which way atop the pillows. Her face holds no lines. No worry or pain or irritation. I study her profile, the unaltered beauty she is, and my longing for her grows. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I think I love her. I want to punch myself in the balls just for thinking it, but it’s true. I want to tell her, show her, until she believes me.

  Of course Mr. Trent is on board, hard and ready to prove himself.

  I shouldn’t wake her. It will be a busy day of press and practice before tonight’s show. We didn’t get much rest. But when she sighs in her sleep, parting those fantastic plump lips, I make the executive decision that rest is overrated.

  Gliding my fingers along her skin until they hit the edge of the sheets, my mouth completes the same trail. Her altered breathing indicates she’s awake, but I don’t meet her eyes because I’m a man on a mission. I pull down the blanket and scoot lower until my face is inches from her center. Alternating from one side to the other, I kiss along her inner thighs.

  She moans and my lips pull wide with a grin. Her scent begs for attention, and when I drag my fingers through her folds, the wetness spurs my lips forward.

  The room becomes a mixed tape, the chorus of licks, moans, and her wet pussy stroked to the edge of orgasm plays on a loop while her pleasure urges my mouth, tongue, and fingers to work harder, move faster. I want her release.

  She comes, a writhing mess of moans, and her back arches off the bed. I suck her release, the taste my favorite treat, holding down her hips to lick her center until her breathing evens out. My dick is hard, painfully so, craving a turn, but I have to stop a minute to just stare. My muscles strain when I push up on one ar
m to take in her lush lips and the depth of her eyes. She’s gorgeous.

  “Oh, God. Trent.” They’re the only words she can manage as her legs stretch along my side. I’m a greedy bastard because I want to watch her come again.

  I grab a condom from the floor and rip open the wrapper. Sheathing myself with the latex, I crawl over her body, but she only surprises me by pushing me back.

  “What?” I say. But before I can wonder, she straddles my hips. Oh, hell, yeah. Ride me.

  Her hands, delicate but expertly sure in their movements, grab my cock and align it at her entrance. She lowers herself by degrees and we both groan aloud, her core so much tighter at this angle. With my cock deep inside she leans back, finds a hold on my thighs, and rocks her hips.

  “Fuck . . .” I exhale. My eyes don’t know where to go. From her bouncing tits, to her face flush with pleasure, or to where our bodies connect. My hands roam all along her skin, her hips, ass, and breasts before they settle at the apex of her thighs. My fingers dig into her flesh while my thumb finds her clit and massages in a circular motion that causes her breath to quicken and hips to rock harder.

  “Ride me, Lex. Fuck me ’til you come.” This time I lay back, arms folded behind my head to enjoy the view. With each swivel of her hips I thrust up, and her breathing becomes unsteady. Now, this is what a good morning is supposed to be about. With her body over me, and my cock inside her, she races for her climax. It’s the most gorgeous sight. Damn, I could get used to this position.

  Even with the layer of latex to help hold off my release, I’m close to coming. Her pace increases, but when her knees open even wider and her fingers dig into the tops of my legs, I almost shoot my load. Fuck. I need her to come first.

  My hands go back to her hips and one thumb finds her swollen clit. Rubbing over the bundle of nerves is all it takes. Her climax rocks her entire body, her lips parting in that perfect, sexy O while her abs tighten and spasm with each wave of her release. My thumb slows but my hands dig into her waist, shifting her body over mine, pumping my cock in and out.

  “Fuck, Lex!” I growl as the tingle at the base of my spine rockets through my entire body. My seed shoots off with my release.

  Her lips are too far from mine so I cup her face, bringing her down for a kiss that demonstrates exactly what she does to me. We catch our breaths but I don’t dare speak. Words can’t do justice to the way she twists up my heart, how she owns my mind.

  With a deep sigh Lexi crawls off my softening erection. Sitting at the center of the bed, she folds her legs and pulls them under her chin, along with the bed sheets.

  I climb off the bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs after I tie off the used condom to toss it in the trash. Picking up my jeans, I roll them up to tuck under one arm. I need to talk to the guys and grab a shower soon, but Lexi’s frown and her nervous habit of playing with her lip ring stops me from leaving the room just yet.

  “So . . .” She picks at the blanket, plucking a piece of lint so miniscule I can’t even see it.

  “Yes . . .” I grin and steal a kiss when she lifts her chin to meet my eyes. Her gaze is full of something unfamiliar. It’s openness, yes, but there’s more, too. Uncertainty.

  “What happens next? With us?”

  “Well, I assume we’ll have more mind blowing sex. At least that’s how it was for me. If it wasn’t for you, then, God, that’s embarrassing.” I’m teasing her, and she rolls those fucking gorgeous eyes. I don’t know why it turns me on when she does that, but if she keeps it up I’ll be ready to go again.

  “You know damn well it was good for me, too.”

  “Thank fuck.” I laugh. “So, what’s the problem, Lexi?”

  “I just . . . This is more than a hookup, but what happens next? What do you want from me, from our . . . relationship?”

  “I don’t know how this works any more than you. In the past I’ve . . . kept things casual. But with you I want more. I’ve wanted more for weeks. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m willing to learn. Together.”

  She nods, but her gaze drops again.

  “Hey.” I sit on the edge of the bed, set my pants on the sheet-strewn mattress, and lift her chin so she has to meet my stare. “Is that enough for you? Tell me what you need, what you want, and I’ll try to give you everything. I’m all in, Lexi Marx.”

  “I don’t know what I want, Trent. I only know that this entire thing, it scares the hell out of me.”

  “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

  Her eyes widen on an exhale. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “Stay for my show tonight? After you play. We’ll go to dinner and figure this out.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Come on, Lex, I want to know that you’re watching me the entire time I’m onstage, and the minute I’m done I want you back in my arms.” I can see she’s indecisive, wavering, and I want to respect that, give her the space she needs. But I also want her with me. “Please.”

  “Okay,” she whispers. I cover her lips before she can utter another word . . . or change her mind.

  She returns the kiss with more force than I expect. Her tongue darts inside my mouth and I groan because it reminds me of how she sucked me off last night. The blanket between us falls when her fingers find their way to my hair. Her gorgeous tits are on display, and my hands skim up her ribcage until they cup her breasts.

  Her lips release a breathy sigh and my kisses travel down the column of her throat, and then down the center of her chest. My hand holds the back of her neck and I lean over her body until she’s on her back. Her fingertips massage my scalp, encouraging every nip, suck, and lick as I lavish her body with my mouth.

  Dammit! My ringing phone disrupts our fun. Lexi’s body stiffens beneath me. “Leave it,” I say, and try to bring her back to the moment by sucking her pert nipple into my mouth.

  “What if it’s someone important,” she argues, and I can tell she won’t relax until I deal with it. Sitting back up, I find my phone in the pocket up my pants. “Mom. I’ll call her back.” I silence the ringer and lean over her on one elbow so I can meet her gaze.

  “Are you sure?”

  I purse my lips and pretend this is an actual question. “Sexy naked girlfriend or phone call with my mom? Hmm . . . I’m beginning to question your perception of my sexual prowess.”

  “Oh, I have no qualms about your virility. But won’t she keep calling until you answer?”

  “No. She knows I’ll call her back when I can.”

  “Wow. So that’s what a healthy relationship looks like.” It seems to bother her, and from the little she’s shared I can understand why. Her mom is something else, and that’s not a compliment.

  But I don’t want Lexi to start today with disappointment or family drama, so I poke fun at myself. “I don’t know if you should use ours as an example. I mean, I am a twenty-eight-year-old man who lives with his mom and his friends.”

  Her lips pull up with a smile. “She also cooks for you, doesn’t she?”

  “Yeah . . .” I scrunch my nose, and when she laughs lightly my chests fills with so much damn pride. I want to be the man who makes her smile.

  “Cleans?” She raises her brows.

  “Nah, we have people for that. She cooks because she loves it.” I wink and lean over her to capture her lips in a sweet kiss.

  “You’re a good son.”

  “I fall short more than I should, but I try. Now . . . back to my face between your tits.”

  She stops my head with her hands. “Actually, I have to get ready soon. And since I reek of sex, and my hair is . . .”

  “Freshly fucked.” My body can’t help but prickle with need.

  She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I was gonna say rank. I need a shower.” She pushes at me and I roll to the side, sitting up when she crawls off the bed.

  I grab my jeans and tug them up my legs while I watch her pull on panties and a big shirt. “But tonight. After the show and after dinner. We’re bailin
g early and not leaving this room. And I’m making you come until one of us passes out.”

  “I like your naughty plans.” She turns from the dresser and smirks, and then gathers up the rest of her stuff for a shower.

  A pout pulls at my lips because once she leaves this room, once we break this temporary hideaway, we chance the world crashing down on the happiness we’ve basked in all night.

  She turns her chin, solemnly regarding me before she twists the door handle. The little worry lines, they’re back, and she opens her mouth to speak, but pauses instead.

  “Tonight.” I sit up and say it like a promise. Because it is.

  There’s no way I can walk away now. Last night was merely a taste, and if I thought I was addicted to women before, I was wrong. Nothing compares to what Lexi and I share.

  Her lips purse together before they pull up at the edges. “Okay. Tonight.” She finally gives in to a smile, and with that one look I know my day will be all right. She slips from the room and seconds later I hear the spray of water in the bathroom.

  Picking up my phone, I click on Mom’s name to call her back. It only rings twice before she answers.

  “There’s my boy.”

  “Hey, Mom.” A shuffle against the receiver, almost like the rustle sheets make, cuts me off and I swear I hear her tell someone to be patient and wait their turn. It’s muted though, as if she’s covering the phone with her hand. Fuck, what’s going on?

  She comes back with a winded exhale. “How are things going?”

  “I was about to ask you the same thing. How’s the gardener? You’re not letting Tony prune your rose bush, are you?”

  “You mean Fernando? And we don’t have roses. You must be confusing them with the calendulas.”

  “Mom!” Who the hell is Fernando? What happened to Tony?

  “Son, you’re acting strange. Is everything okay? You’re behaving yourself, aren’t you?” She asks as if she doesn’t believe I am.