Leave it All Behind

by S. R. Watson

  “I’ll have two eggs whites, oatmeal if you have it, and a slice of wheat toast.”

  “Yes, we do have oatmeal. I’ll get your orders put in right away.”

  I catch Lourdes staring at me from across the table as she stirs her tea. “Didn’t take you for a tea drinker.”

  “Maybe I just wanted to try something new.” I mimic her by putting just two Splendas in my tea before stirring. I take a sip. “This actually really good.”

  “You know, tea is really good for your voice. Soothing to your vocal cords,” she points out.

  “Hmm. You know what else is good for the vocal cords?”

  “What?” she foolishly asks.

  “Pussy. Or so I hear. I don’t really eat much of it, so I’ll have to test that theory.”

  A frown mars her forehead, so I know her thoughts just went to Melissa. She takes another sip of her tea.

  “It was a joke, babe. Lighten up.” I realize my mistake, but the words have already slipped past my lips. There was no waitress around to put on a show for. “So how is the novel coming along?”

  I’m desperate to change the subject.

  “It’s coming. Didn’t know if there would be a story to tell,” she admits quietly.

  “I needed to blow off some steam, but I’d never leave the band.”

  “But the way you left, Diesel,” she says, using my name. “You couldn’t be sure of that outcome. Your actions fractured the band. Well, between you and Xander. It’s put stress on the other guys to choose sides.”

  “You don’t need to worry your pretty little head about it. We’ll be fine. Men aren’t as emotional as women. We fight, and then we’re over it.”

  “It doesn’t look like you and Xander are over it. More like just staying out of each other’s way,” she presses. “What happened that night? What did Sevyn tell you that made you go apeshit?”

  “I don’t want to talk about that night.” I grit my teeth. Just thinking about it riles me up. “Let’s just have a nice breakfast,” I suggest as the waitress sets our food in front of us.

  We both eat in silence, but I can see the wheels churning. She’s probably trying to decide if she should broach the subject again.

  “What are Lily’s and your plans today while we rehearse?” Another change of subject is good.

  “Lily mentioned a little shopping. Xander told her that we were going to a nightclub tonight, so she wants to get something new to wear.”

  Dammit, Xander. The guys did plan on going out tonight, but inviting the women along was nowhere in that discussion. I mean who brings sand to the beach? He could have just stayed home with Lily if he didn’t want to go without her. I just smile and nod. This has fucking disaster written all over it.

  “That sounds like fun. I’m just ready to get some studio time in. Get back to doing what we do best.”

  “I can understand that.”

  We finish our food and wait for the waitress to bring Lourdes’s debit card back.

  “I’ll pay you back when we get back to the house. Thank you for breakfast.”

  “Don’t be absurd. I was just kidding earlier. You’re very welcome. No need to pay me back. Just treat me to breakfast next time.”

  “What next time? Are you slyly trying to tell me you plan to join me on my run every morning?” That earns me a cheeky grin. She is simply gorgeous. No makeup, raven mane tousled, and still the prettiest girl in the place.

  “I plead the fifth.”

  “Mmmhmm. Come on, let’s get back. I’m sure the guys are up by now and champing at the bit to get to the studio we rented for the day.”

  “I’m not running back,” she warns.

  “Hell, me neither. I’m too full to run. They’ll just have to wait until I get there.”

  I open the door for her and watch her ass as she walks past. I’m pretty sure the old-timers in the diner enjoyed the visual as well. I don’t know how I manage to keep my cock from swelling from the sheer memory of being inside her ass, but it definitely takes some effort.

  The bass rumbles beneath my stilettos, making me feel even more on edge. I tug on my fitted dress for a little more length, but it doesn’t give an inch. It seemed perfect in the store when Lily was egging me on. It’s red, Diesel’s favorite color, so I bought it for him. I wanted to own his thoughts. Make him think, Melissa who? Too bad all my faux courage has taken a back seat to self-conscious. The guys waste no time getting us a private table toward the back of the club. Strobe lights flash in time with the music.

  “What are we drinking?” Lily asks. We stop at the bar that’s mere feet from the VIP table we’ve snagged. I’m sure they’d bring our drinks to us, but Lily didn’t want to wait. “Jack?”

  “No. I was thinking I’d switch it up tonight. I’ll take a Long Island.”

  She orders one for herself as well before we join the guys. The whole gang is here except for Ivy. She hasn’t been around much, and I can’t say that I’m sorry about it. A few hours pass and I’ve lost count of my L.I.T. intake. The guys have brought several women back to our little cozy spot except for Xander and Diesel. Diesel has been too tied up with Melissa. Her mini dress rivals mine in inappropriateness, so my plan to get his attention by wearing this didn’t have the effect I quite intended. Not to mention he hasn’t thrown a glance my way all night. Feeling a little bummed, I decide to take a stroll and do a little people watching, but a strong hand clasps mine before I get very far.

  “Hello, miss. I was hoping you’d come out from that little hideout.”

  I look into his eyes just as one of the strobes shine on his handsome face. Angular face, chiseled cheekbones, and blue eyes. Not bad. His shirt clings to his muscular chest, hinting at his nice physique. Normally, my instinct is to pull away, but I’m basking in the attention. Something I seem to be lacking tonight.

  “Well, you’re quite the aggressive one. Do you approach all women this way?” I ask, raising our joined hands.

  “No. I save this type of charm for beautiful women like you. I’ve been sending you vibes all night, hoping you’d come this way since I wasn’t allowed in the VIP.”

  “Hmm.”

  “Care to dance?” I was going to point out that my stilettos weren’t really made for this type of music when a sultry slow song comes on. How fitting. The liquor flowing through my veins says what the hell? I let him lead me to the dance floor, noting my equilibrium is just a tad off. He wraps his golden arms around my waist and pulls me close. His cologne makes my head begin to spin. I lean against him to hold on, thinking this may not have been the best idea.

  “Yeah. Hey. I’m cutting in,” a coarse voice says behind me. It’s Diesel.

  “What? Go away, pal.” I’m not sure what makes the guy change his tune, but his tough guy act fades quickly after a quick whisper from Diesel.

  “Whatever, man.”

  He disappears into the crowd just as Diesel pulls me to him. “Are you happy now?”

  “What the heck are you talking about?” I push against him, but he doesn’t budge.

  “You wanted my attention, and you got it. I wasn’t going to let some guy get his grubby paws on you.”

  “So, in other words, you’re cockblocking? I wonder what Melissa would have to save about that?”

  He answers by pulling me closer against his erection. “You bought this fucking dress for me, didn’t you? I’ve been fighting a damn hard-on all night.”

  “Maybe.” I smirk. Feeling unabashed, I reach between us and palm his dick. “I guess you lost that fight because you’re definitely hard, babe.” Alcohol is my superpower—my tongue is slick as fuck with liquor on board.

  His eyes sweep the club, and within seconds, he’s dragging me to a darkened cove away from any spectators.

  “Do it again. I dare you.”

  “Do what?” I grab his dick once more. “This?”

  In seconds, he has one of my legs up around his thigh. My dress rides above my waist as he pulls my panties to the side. M
y breath quickens as he inserts a finger inside my wetness.

  “You’re so fucking wet for me. I could slide my cock into you right now and fuck you senseless.” His finger plunges in and out of my soaking pussy, and I shamelessly ride it. He inserts a couple more, and I throw my head back against the wall. I’m so damn close already.

  “Oh, Diesel. I miss this. I miss your cock,” I admit.

  “I know you do.” He slides his fingers out of me just before I finish. I grab his hands, but it’s no use. He makes a show of licking my essence from his fingers. “Don’t be a cock tease, babe. It’s unbecoming.”

  “You cocky son of a bitch. I’m going to find that guy and fuck his brains out. I bet he’ll give me the orgasm you’re selfishly denying me.”

  I’m so mad at him that I could spit. We both know that I don’t want that other guy. He leaves me in the dark cove of shame. I ensure that my dress covers my ass before I attempt to leave the darkness on shaky legs. I’m just going to have to finish myself tonight. I can’t believe I went there with him again. He’s probably back with Melissa on his lap. This is all so fucked up.

  This morning, I dropped Melissa off at the airport. She fed me some bullshit about needing to handle some family crisis. One that just happens to be in New York where Beck Investment Firm is. I’ve uncovered her motives to leak info about my family to the press. She is a fucking mole … placed in our lives to get dirt on Claude. Her father, Trevor, currently a shareholder of the company, has been spotted in mixed company with the motherfucker who’s made several attempts at a hostile takeover. The man in question is Ted. During our meeting with our father and uncle, it was mentioned that Ted offered to buy controlling shares, and when that attempt failed, he tried to convince some of our shareholders to vote to replace some of our board of directors. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that he wanted to replace them with more pliable members who would feed his objectives.

  Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a picture of Trevor in Melissa’s caller ID. I initially agreed to meet up with her to find out what the hell kind of game she was playing. She suggested we meet at some swanky restaurant—neutral ground. At some point, she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. Up to that point, she’d only given me lies and excuses. Pleading that she did it to get my attention—to punish me for letting her leave that day. I was ready to give her crazy ass the boot a second time until a phone rang beneath the table. It had fallen out of her cardigan. I know this because I watched her take her phone with her to the restroom. This was a second phone. I turned it over long enough to see the caller ID picture. It was Trevor. I silenced it and placed it back where it was. I got up to go the men’s room, careful to let her return first. I didn’t want her to guess that I had seen the phone when she realized she had a missed call. When I returned to the table, she eyed me suspiciously, looking for any indication that her cover was blown.

  I deserve an Academy Award for my feigned ignorance. She bought it. I knew right then that I was going to let her get her way—or so she thought. I invited her on the tour, logic being she needed to fix this. I gave her no false promises. Just a chance for her to try. In reality, I needed her close so that I could investigate her role in this game of wits. I couldn’t let Sevyn or anyone else know what I stumbled upon. Couldn’t leave this to chance. I will unravel her father’s little plan from the inside out, and then I will toss her out on her ass.

  I put the rental in park and head into the house. It’s still fairly early on a Saturday morning, so I doubt the guys are up after our night out last night. I glance at my watch. It’s barely eight, but I’m not in the mood for a run this morning. The first person I see when I step through the threshold is Lourdes. She’s dancing like a looney toon to some music only she can hear. She wiggles her ass in those fuck me shorts that drive me mad. Needless to say, I’m inclined to watch. Finally, she turns and catches me staring at her slack-jawed. She isn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples bead against the fabric of her tank. She removes the earbuds from her ears, one by one, spatula in the other hand.

  “Don’t stop now,” I encourage as I approach her hungrily. And not for food.

  “Um. You scared me. I was, uh—”

  “You were what? Being a cock tease again?”

  “No. I had no idea you were over by the door being a creeper.”

  I look at the spread she has laid out. Egg white omelet, fruit, and wheat toast. Did she just make this for me?

  “Is that food for me?” I ask but already know the answer.

  “Yes.”

  Her eyes cast down, and my dick strains against my joggers. Her natural submission to me is such a turn-on. I don’t think she even realizes she’s doing it most of the time.

  “So after denying you an orgasm last night and ending the night with Melissa, you decided to make me breakfast?”

  She nods and then turns away. She fiddles with making tea. Some tea kettle shit that I have no idea how it works.

  “What else do you have for me?” My dick is now pressed against her ass as I grab her hips.

  “Just breakfast,” she insists, but the way her body relaxes into mine tells another tale.

  “Really? Because I can think of a few things I have a taste for.”

  My lips skim her neck, inhaling her scent. Anyone could walk through at any moment, but the idea only fuels my desire. I’m walking a fine line, and I don’t give a shit. I’m not used to denying myself of something I want, and right now, my dick wants her. I knew the moment I walked in and saw her in those shorts that I was done fighting it.

  “I don’t want to be your afterthought, Diesel. You slept with her. You don’t get to have both.”

  “That’s not what your greedy little pussy was saying last night, princess. I doubt much has changed overnight.”

  “Ugh. So you’re not going to even deny you fucked her last night?”

  She pulls away from me, but I hold her in my embrace.

  “Give me more credit than that, doll. Let me get something straight. I didn’t fuck Melissa last night.”

  My mouth brushes her ear as I dish her a slice of reality. “I haven’t touched her since she waltzed back into my life. Not even when she came back with us to the tour bus the first time.”

  “So you haven’t kissed her or anything?”

  “Nope.”

  “She sure likes sitting on your lap. I don’t get it. What is she to you then? Why is she here?”

  “I’ve already said too much. Just know that I don’t have a romantic interest in Melissa.”

  Her body relaxes into me again. I know that wheel in her head will continue to turn, but for now, she’s satisfied with the tidbit I just gave her. I’m going to regret it, so I might as well speed straight the fuck ahead. Make it worth it. I spin her around so she faces me. I easily lift her petite frame and place her on the island behind us. Her eyes soften, and the moment that passes between us fucking crushes me. I miss her softness. I pull the elastic from her top bun, watching as her dark hair falls past her shoulders.

  Taking her face in my palms, I bring her closer. Our lips unite slowly, intentionally, logic fading to the background. Our tongues swirl with unadulterated passion and desperation builds. I nibble at the seam of her lips and then lick the pain away. I devour her every breath, consuming her like a drug. Her little moans make me unbelievably hard. I have to have a taste of her sweetness.

  I lean her back and remove her shorts with one deft pull. Her pussy is bare for me and glistening with her essence. Throwing all fucks out the window, I bury my face in her heat. Wasting no time, I wrap her legs around my neck, urgently needing to be closer. I lick her clit, building her up, and then keeping her on edge. I alternate sucks and nibbles, my own cock in my hand as I stroke my hard-on. I tongue her pussy and watch as her head falls back.

  “Please don’t stop. I need you so much,” she admits. She tries to stifle her moans, but each plunge of my tongue deeper into her depths tears at her self-control. Her
ass wiggles against the granite, bucking against my face.

  I remove my tongue, and she pulls me by the hair. “Please, Diesel. Make me come.” If Xander saw her like this, he’d no doubt whip my ass. Or try to anyway. I loosen her fingers from my hair and bring her pussy back to the edge of the island. I take her mouth, then impale her on my waiting dick.

  She throws her head back, the bounce on my dick an indication of her approval. This won’t be sweet or like making love. I need to pound her cunt. Remind her who owns it. I fuck her hard, each drive deeper than the last. Her tits bounce between us, and she struggles to keep our rhythm.

  “Is this what you wanted, Lourdes?”

  My balls begin to tingle, and I know that I’m close—but not before her.

  “My dick,” she swears as I angle her just right.

  “Yours.” The words die on my lips, but they have their intended effect. Her orgasm is explosive, milking me as she rides every drop from me. The truth was ripped me, and it’s too late to put the lid on it. She owns me and my dick. I won’t even speak of my heart. I stand motionless as my cock continues to throb with my release.

  “Thanks for breakfast,” I finally say.

  She hits my chest but then places a chaste kiss on my cheek.

  “You better eat the omelet I made you,” she warns.

  “Absolutely, babe. I’ve worked up the quite the appetite.”

  I swat her ass as she hops down and pulls her shorts back on. Her cheeks hang from beneath, and I swear it’s getting me excited all over again.

  “You have quite the infatuation with my ass,” she surmises.

  “Infatuation … obsession, it’s all the same. You need to burn those fuck me shorts, princess.”

  “If they get me pounded like just now, then not a chance,” she flirts.

  She pulls them higher above her ass as she sashays out of the room. I’m tempted to go after her and drag her to my bed. Two reasons save her. One, I doubt I can get a round two in without being caught since the guys should be getting up any minute now. Reason two, being the most fucked up, is I can’t bring her to a bed I shared with Melissa even if nothing took place there.