by Chiah Wilder
She yelped.
“Too hard?”
“No. Harder.”
“That’s what I like to hear, babe.” He smacked again, that time harder. Then his other hand spanked her, and soon he was delivering firm slaps on each cheek in rhythmic order as she moaned and pushed her ass closer to him. With each smack, she got wetter and his dick ached more. Bending over, he soothed the stings to her ass with his tongue while admiring the redness that colored her rounded cheeks.
Leaning back on his knees, he reached over and opened the nightstand drawer and took out a large tube of lubricant. He dipped down and kissed her on the lips then ran his hands down her back.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m so hot right now that all I want is you inside me.”
Sangre leaned over her. “I’m gonna fuck your ass and pussy, baby. I’ll have you tearing out your hair,” he whispered. He felt Isla shiver under him.
Dipping his fingers into her wetness, he smeared her own juices as lubricant then slowly inserted his finger into her. She moaned and he pushed in a little farther then pulled out. Opening the lubricant, he smeared it over his dick, and then adding a bit more to his finger, he covered her rosy entrance with it, pushing it inside little by little, making her very wet and slippery. She moaned and wiggled her sweet ass back into his hardness.
He chuckled. “You can’t wait for my cock to come in. And you’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Bending down, he lightly bit her rounded globes then smacked each one a few times until a pale red colored her soft flesh again. He kissed her tenderly then spread her ass cheeks open, and gently pushed in his dick’s head.
She bucked and cried out.
“How’re you doing, honey? Everything okay?” He rubbed his hand over her back in circles.
“It’s burning.”
“Just relax and push down with your sweet ass. If it’s too much, we can try another time. I can get you a butt plug to stretch you.”
“No it’s not bad. Just different. It feels full, but I like it. Keep going.”
He dipped his head down and kissed the back of her neck. “I’ll take it slow.”
He reached his hand under her and stuck two fingers inside her sopping heat, pushing them in and out. He brought his thumb to Isla’s hardened nub and started stroking the side of it as he inched deeper into her tight entry until he was buried up to his balls. Isla moaned between pants, her butt pushing back against him as if she were trying to take more of him inside her. Her muscles were so tight as they molded around him that he thought he was going to blow his load without even moving.
“It feels so fuckin’ good,” he rasped as he pulled back then pushed back in, his two fingers inside her heated wetness moving in slow rhythm with his dick while his thumb stroked her sweet spot.
A long, breathless gasp from Isla punctuated the sex-filled haze around them. “What the hell are you doing to me?” She wriggled her ass, moving forward a bit then back into his erection. “It feels incredible,” she panted.
His breathing became more and more labored as he slowly pushed in and out, her moans and gasps driving him crazier by the second. He’d never experienced sex the way he did with Isla. “You’re fuckin’ amazing,” he said in a low voice as his free hand grabbed onto her luscious cheek and he rocked his hips forward, pumping in and out of her with steady back and forth thrusts, his fingers and thumb matching his pace.
She pushed up slightly on her elbows, and looked over her shoulder. “You’re killing me.” Her voice was throaty, earthy, and so fucking sexy.
Their gazes locked on each other, their breath ragged and uneven. With her tangled hair, her face contorted and scrunched up, and her forehead dripping in sweat, she looked more beautiful than he’d ever seen her. Sex with her was raw and primitive, and he knew he’d never have enough of her. She was so real, and the way her tight ass squeezed him was more than he could stand. He flicked her sweet nub a few times, then she turned away and buried her face in the sheets.
“Sangre, I’m coming. Oh, it feels so damn good,” she said, her voice muffled. He hooked his fingers and hit her G-spot, and she turned her head sideways, her eyes fixed on his as she screamed out her release, shuddering and gasping.
Sangre growled deep in his throat. “Fuck, Isla,” he grunted as he released in three long body-quaking spasms. He stayed, panting, the musky scent of sex filling his nostrils. He caressed her soft cheeks and slowly pulled out then lay down on the bed, drawing her to him. Their legs intertwined on top of the crumpled, damp sheets.
Isla burrowed her head in the crook of his arm. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She ran her nails over his chest.
“You mix me all up, woman. The things you do to me blow me the fuck away.” He threaded his fingers through her hair.
“I think I like that,” she said, a smile in her voice.
They lay sated and spent, the slight rustling of branches scraping against the open window as a breeze blew in, cooling their bodies. As she slept in his arms, he looked at the silhouette of the trees in the moonlight and realized that he was in deep with Isla. He’d never been this consumed by a woman before. It was like she’d cast a spell on him. He had a constant, burning desire for every inch of her all the time. He needed her hot breath on his lips, the taste of her, the touch of her soft skin molding into his, and the sound of her voice running through his veins. What he felt for her was deep and raw, and it was new for him. He wanted to be buried in her all the time, entering her gently then riding her rough and deep. He was like an addict and she was his fix.
But she’s going back to LA. She has a life there. I have a life here.
If he were with another woman, he’d be thinking about moving on about now, but with Isla he couldn’t think about not having her in his life. He wanted and needed her.
As he thought about all the women he’d been involved with, he snorted. He was always the one to leave and never look back, but with Isla, he couldn’t imagine letting her go.
But he knew the time would come when he’d have to.
Chapter Twenty-One
Isla peeked out from the curtains backstage, scanning the throngs of people as they filled in the venue, packed together like sardines. The electric atmosphere sparking through the room was intoxicating, and that feeling of conquering the world pumped through her as it usually did before she took the stage.
She saw Keith and Jeff standing with security around the stage, and Mark was her constant companion backstage. Sangre had spoken to Jim about beefing up the guards, so their presence was visible. Metal detectors were also installed at the front doors, making her feel safer.
Sangre thought of everything. A hot flush crept up her neck when she remembered the hot sex they’d had the night before. It had been incredible, and he’d been so caring and loving as well as sexy and rough. In the past month since she and Sangre had crossed the line and became lovers, she’d come to know him as a rough around the edges sweetheart. She suspected that she was the only one who saw his soft and playful side and that made what they had even more special.
The night before when he’d told the men at the club party that she was his woman, her insides had turned to mush when she’d heard his words. Even though they spent a lot of time together they hadn’t had “the talk” yet. She wasn’t sure if they were in an official relationship, but when she’d heard him say “my woman” her heart had soared. I also went to his parents’ house for dinner, have met his friends, and went to his club’s party. To her, it meant they were boyfriend and girlfriend—and it thrilled her. Just thinking about it made her tingle from her head down to her toes.
“You doing good?” Sangre’s gravelly voice caressed her. He slinked an arm around her waist and drew her back into him.
“Yeah. Just checking out the crowd. The opening band was good and I know Immortal Sÿnn’s going to rock it. It’s great when a direct support band gets the crowd all fired
up. Benz wants them to tour with us in the fall.”
“When did the tour thing happen?” Sangre held her tight.
“I just found out about it at sound check. We leave after Labor Day weekend. We’re touring the coast of California, Oregon, and Washington.”
“For how long?”
He sounds kinda sad or am I imagining it? “A little over a month. I have mixed feelings about it.”
“Why?” He nuzzled her neck.
“Because I’m really going to miss you.”
A pause. “There’s texting and phone calls.”
Texting and phone calls? I thought I was ‘your woman.’ “Yeah, you’re right.”
“You’ve got a sold out show tonight. Good job, honey.” He spun her around and kissed her hard.
I should be thrilled. We’re so close to signing a record deal, our fan base is growing every day, and we’re going on a kickass tour. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, but I’m sad and anxious as hell. If only Sangre could come on tour with me. Would he?
Sangre pulled back and gripped her shoulders as he scanned her face. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
“Nothing.”
“Aren’t you happy about the show? Don’t lie to me because I know when you’re down and trying to pretend that you’re not.”
She shook her head. “I’m excited for the show. It’s just that everything seems to be happening so fast with the band. If we end up signing on with a label, it’s a big deal and involves a huge commitment. I mean, my whole life would be taken up with touring and recording.”
“Don’t think about that tonight. Just take it one day at a time. You’re getting all worked up before you even know if the band has a label contract. You guys may decide the terms are shit and not sign with the company. Just enjoy tonight.”
“You’re right.” He always knew how to cheer her up when she was low. He knows me so well.
“Madison is here with some dude. Did you see her?”
“There’re too many people. Did she actually come up to you?”
“Yeah, but she looked scared as shit.” He chuckled. “The brothers are here with their women too.”
“Oh yeah … I have the two CDs for Ella and Zoe. Make sure you bring them backstage after the show.”
The crowd grew quiet as Immortal Sÿnn opened their set with hard pounding, double bass drum beats. Isla stepped away from the curtain. “I need to have some time alone before we hit the stage.”
“Sure, babe.”
“I’ll be in the green room area. There are two security guys who are making sure no one goes down there except for Iris Blue. I’ll see you after the show.” She hugged and kissed him then headed downstairs.
“You want a vodka shot?” Arsen asked as she entered the green room. Benz, Jac, and Gage were sprawled on the two couches, smoking weed and drinking beer. She shook her head.
“You ready for this?” Gage asked.
“For sure. The place is sold out,” she replied as she grabbed a bottled water from the fridge.
“It feels fuckin’ awesome,” Jac said, gesturing her to bring him another beer.
“I can’t wait for Sturgis, then the tour.” Arsen pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Benz stared straight ahead. He hadn’t acknowledged her since they’d finished with the sound check earlier that afternoon. How the hell are we gonna tour together if he can’t stand the sight of me? She gave Jac a can of Coors then picked up her tote. “I’ll see you guys on stage.” Isla walked out and headed to one of the rooms to do her warm up exercises and meditate—her ritual before every show.
The whistles and cheers from the crowd an hour later meant that Immortal Sÿnn had finished their set, and Iris Blue would take the stage in twenty minutes. Isla went into the green room and smiled at the guys as they pushed themselves up from the couches. As they milled around backstage waiting for the roadies to clear off the equipment of the last band, Isla looked out at the crowd as the background music played.
Isla saw Madison and her boyfriend talking in front of the stage, and spotted Faith and Colt sitting at one of the VIP tables. The crowd kept pushing toward the front stage and she noticed Ella and Zoe shoving their way through the throng. Then Isla noticed Devin standing off to the side, his legs apart, his muscular arms crossed. What the hell is he doing here? She’d seen him a couple of days before at the gym, but he hadn’t spoken to her. He only stared at her, making her so uncomfortable that she cut down her workout just so she could get away from him. Isla felt weird about seeing him in her space. Never once had he mentioned liking Iris Blue’s music or really anything about the band.
“We’re almost ready to go on,” Arsen said behind her. “You feeling the energy?”
Isla nodded. She felt a massive wave of anticipation sweeping across the crowd as people filled in all the spaces on the floor, their eyes focused on the stage, waiting and watching for that first view of Iris Blue walking onstage. Adrenaline pumped through her as her heart raced a mile a minute. She shook out her arms and jumped in place. Then she saw Jon, standing in the middle of the crowd, his dark eyes fixed on the stage. The last thing she’d heard about him from Sangre was that he’d quit his job. She turned around to find Sangre, but saw Mark instead. Before she could tell him about Jon, the stage manager came up to them and held up his hand.
“Get ready. Five, four, three, two, one,” he said.
The background music faded down, and suddenly all the lights went out and there was total blackness. Isla and her band mates scrambled on stage and took their places. Arsen played the first few notes of their opening song and the audience erupted into screams and applause as colored lights lit up the stage and the musicians. Isla picked up the mike and belted out the lyrics, loving how the crowd sang along while they jumped, danced, and swayed. The connection she had with all these strangers was euphoric, and she forgot where she was as she absorbed the music, letting it consume her. When everything worked, performing was better than any drug.
For the next two hours, Iris Blue gave the crowd exactly what they wanted: escape, hard hitting notes, showmanship, and favorite tunes. When they finished their final song, the roar from the crowd was deafening; it’d been a kickass show. The overhead lights went on, and the roadies dashed on stage and began to break down the equipment. Isla followed Jac off the stage and down to the green room. They were on a natural high, pumped with energy, talking nonstop.
Benz grabbed Isla and hugged her tight. “You were fuckin’ incredible, babe.” She hugged him back, and for that moment, they were united in music and camaraderie.
“We all kicked fuckin’ ass out there!” Arsen plopped down on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hands. “I’ve got a couple of chicks I’m taking back to the hotel, but first let’s toast the band. We’re on our fuckin’ way.” He poured the amber liquid in five glasses handing them to each member. “To Iris Blue,” he said then downed his shot.
“To Iris Blue,” they repeated in unison.
Benz leaned down. “To you, babe,” he whispered in Isla’s ear before she threw back her shot. “Let’s go back to the hotel and celebrate.”
A low growl from behind her tickled up her spine. She smiled, spun around, and met Sangre’s smoldering eyes. “You did good, honey.” Isla walked over to him and he folded her in his arms. “Let’s you and me celebrate,” he murmured.
Isla gave him a sly smile. “Let me pack up my mike.” She went out and approached one of the roadies and asked him for her microphone. As she wound the cable around it, Skull came over to her with Ella and Zoe in tow.
“Great show,” he said.
“Totally rad,” the two girls gushed.
“Thanks,” Isla said. “Follow me.” She led them to the green room, laughing when the teenagers almost fainted upon seeing Arsen. “Here are some diehard fans of yours—Ella and Zoe.”
Arsen patted the space next to him. “Why don’t you pretty girls come on over?” Isla rolled h
er eyes. Arsen was the charmer of the group, and women ate it up each and every time. He grabbed a couple of the band’s T-shirts and handed them to the girls. “Compliments of Iris Blue.”
After a while, Arsen, Benz, Jac, and Gage headed to the van. “You sure you don’t wanna celebrate with us?” Benz asked.
“Next time,” she said softly. “I need to talk to some of my friends who’ve been waiting for me at the bar. I’ll see you guys on Monday.”
By the time Isla finished talking with everyone, it was well past one in the morning. When Sangre pulled into her garage, she was relieved that they were home, and all she wanted to do was make love to her man and fall asleep in his arms. They went up to her bedroom and she went over to the window and looked out at the quiet street. Moonlight shone over the trees, lawns, and sidewalks. Isla looked up at the full moon and smiled. Tonight was perfect.
As she stood by the window, she heard Sangre come up behind her, then felt his arms around her hugging her close to him. He bit and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear, “Mine.” She leaned her head back against his chest welcoming the rush of happiness and love as it spread inside her. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently.
“Do you have something on your mind?” she said softly.
“When it comes to you, I always have the same thing on my mind. I can’t get enough of you, babe.”
Isla whirled around and snaked her arms around his neck drawing his face close to hers. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him passionately. He slid his hands down her back and cupped her buttocks and lifted her up in his arms. With long strides he took her over to the bed and lay her on the mattress.
“Don’t move. I want to undress you.” He shrugged off his clothes and boots and climbed on the bed, hovering over her. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her hungrily, his tongue pushing past her teeth delving deeper inside. As he kissed her, he undid the buttons on her tight leather top. Sangre’s fingers played with her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. His mouth left hers then trailed down past her throat, landing on the swells of her breasts. He sucked the soft flesh, and she knew he was leaving his mark on her. She wanted him to cover her body in love bites claiming every inch of her bare skin.