by Wynne Roman
“It does to me.” I take a soft bite of her bottom lip. “Never called anybody my girl before. Except maybe Lara, and that was so long ago, I don’t even fucking remember.” A soft, amazed laugh escapes me. “And that was so goddamn different from what I feel for you.”
“But, Ajia—”
“You need the words, baby?”
She gives me a serious look. “I don’t know. I guess—yeah, maybe I do. I…wasn’t prepared. I didn’t expect it.”
“Why not?”
She swallows, like she doesn’t want to say it. “You’ve been with so many girls. Women. Love is a big step after that.”
“Not with you.”
She brushes the side of my face, and I lean into her touch. “I love you. You know I do. But…are you sure?”
I try to smile, but it fucking kills me that I’ve made this beautiful girl doubt herself—and me. I’ve gotta keep my shit together here.
“Give me a chance, baby.” I turn my head to kiss her palm. “I’ll give you the words and the actions to back ‘em up. All you need to think about is how good we are together.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I grin, mostly because I want her to know how happy being with her makes me. “And I’m gonna prove it to you.”
She smiles back for real. “And how are you going to do that?”
I don’t waste my time answering with words. Not this time. I kiss her instead. Mouth open, lips seeking, tongue sweeping in to find hers. It’s not a long kiss, but I keep going back for more, and she keeps encouraging me. Again and again.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby.”
I feel her smile against my mouth. “I wanna taste you, too. You know…”
I pull back. Her expression is wicked and tempting, but I shake my head. “No way, sweet thing. Maybe later, but not now. I want you too much.” I grab her hand and pull it against my crotch to prove my point.
“You are glad to see me.” Her fingers curl around the bulge of my hard cock.
“Fucking leather pants,” I mutter as I surge up off the bed. I unzip and shove them down my legs.
“Commando, A?” Bree grins as she watches.
“Too fucking tight for anything else.” I kick them off and turn back to her. “And now it’s your turn. That fucking skirt has got to go.”
She laughs and reaches around to the side. A couple of buttons, and the damn thing unwraps from around her.
I stare at her pussy, covered by only a tiny pair of white panties, and the skirt spread out under her. I swallow like I haven’t had a drink of water in years. “Is that all that held that fucking thing in place?”
Bree laughs again and pushes up far enough that she can pull her top over her head. Her tits are barely covered by a thin white bra that matches her panties.
“Jesus, woman.” I grab the top, tug the skirt out from under her, and throw them both across the room. I thought my dick was hard when I finally got out of my pants. Now it’s like fucking granite.
“Come here, baby.” Bree opens her arms and dares me through half-open eyes. “I need you.”
I kneel on the bed next to her, demand her lips in a kiss that feels as satisfying as it does punishing. She holds nothing back, not even a soft moan that sounds like nothing less than total approval. I drag my mouth over her jaw, down her throat, and across her chest. Her tits tease me from behind the flimsy cover of her bra, her nipples tight and begging for my mouth.
I can’t wait another second. I cover her with my mouth, fabric and all, sucking hard. I run my tongue in a lazy circle around her peak, and then I close my teeth over her nipple in a soft bite. She arches against me.
I laugh but don’t release her. Can’t release her. I do it again and again, loving that I know what pleases her. She wants more; I can tell by the way she moves for me. I do, too, but first things first. I have to get rid of that ridiculous fucking bra and those cock-tease panties.
The bra’s easy enough. Her panties are a little different. “You’re wet for me, baby,” I say when I touch her there.
“God, yes. I want you, A. Inside me.” She arches against my hand where it rests above her mound. “You haven’t really fucked me since—”
“The first time.” I take her naked breast in my mouth, teasing her nipple with my tongue and then bite with enough pressure to earn a hiss of approval.
“Don’t make me wait, baby. I was a good girl when you wanted to wait, but now…”
She lets the words trail off, surprising me when her hand palms my dick and her fingers close around my shaft. She strokes me up and down, and I can’t stop my hips from thrusting into her grip. “See?” She purrs with satisfaction. “You don’t want to wait, either.”
“No, baby, I don’t.”
I fumble in the drawer next to the bed and grab a condom. I rip the package open, but Bree stops me. “Let me do it?”
“Do what?”
“Put it on you.”
My laugh is a hoarse chuckle of desire. “No way, baby.” I kiss her quick and hard. “Not this time. You put your hands on me again, and I’ll come before you even get the fucking thing on me.”
She pretends to pout, but then she bites my bottom lip and I forget everything except us. Together.
I get myself sheathed and then slip away, dropping open-mouthed kisses between her breasts, over her stomach, against her hips, and at her mound. “Open for me, baby,” I mutter as I kneel between her thighs. She parts her legs as I slip my hands under her ass, and I bring her up to my mouth.
“Ajia.” She groans my name.
I swipe my tongue over her slit, bottom to top and back again. She tastes so fucking good, like life and love and everything I need to survive for even one more second. I lick her again and then dip my tongue deep in between her lips.
“Oh, God.” Her hips flex, pushing her pussy against my mouth. I stab my tongue in her again, then stroke it up to circle her clit. She can’t stay still and squirms against me again.
“I love the way you taste.” I scrape my teeth over the bud of her clit and slip a finger into her. I push in and out, add another finger, and then fuck her again and again with my fingers as I suck on her clit.
“God, baby.” She groans as much as she whispers. It’s like she has trouble talking. “You’re gonna…make me come. Your mouth…” Her hands shove into my hair and she holds me close.
“Yeah? You like it, don’t you, kitten?” I lick her clit, close my teeth in a sharp bite, and then lick it again.
“Oh, yes, baby. Please.”
Satisfaction roars through me, and I pump my fingers harder, deeper. Her breathing is coming labored, faster, and when I sink my teeth into her clit this time, I do it harder. Instead of licking, I pull her into my mouth and suck while my tongue dances and swirls.
“Oh, Jesus! Ajia!” She screams my name and her fingers tighten in my hair. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and her climax rolls over us both.
I slow my hand but let my fingers fuck her through her orgasm. I keep my mouth soft and coaxing on her pussy, and slowly, adorably, she comes back to herself.
She lets out a long breath. “I don’t think it’s supposed to be like that.”
“Like what?” I kiss the inside of her thigh.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to come so fast. What do you do to me?”
I kiss her other leg, from thigh to knee and back up again. “Just love you, baby. That’s it.”
She sighs again, and there’s no mistaking her satisfaction. “You weren’t supposed to do that, you know. I want you inside me.”
“I know. I will be.”
“When?” She’s so fucking cute when she’s demanding.
I push up onto my knees and lean down to kiss her, my mouth hot against hers. I fist my cock, holding it to run the tip up and down over the natural lube of her pussy. She groans against my mouth and arches against me. Holy shit, I have to take that invita
tion.
I move forward, pressing just the tip into her. “Yes, baby,” she whispers hoarsely, her lips moving against mine. “I need to feel all of you.”
I go slow, at least as slow as she’ll let me, until I’m seated deep inside her. She’s taken every bit of me, even as goddamn tight as she is. Maybe she’s not a virgin anymore, but she isn’t far from it. I hold still for her to adjust to my size.
“Fuck, Ajia.” She licks my lips and then sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. “You’re so big,” she says after a minute. “You fill…all of me.”
“Too much, baby?” My arms start to shake with the effort it takes to hold back.
“No!” Her muscles clench to tighten around me. Fuuuuck!
I lose a sharp breath. “I’m gonna move now, yeah?”
“Oh, yes. Please.”
I sink my tongue into her mouth as I start a slow, careful rhythm. My tongue imitates my cock, and her legs come up around my waist. Invitation or not, I thrust a little harder, faster.
“God, yes, baby.” She moans against my lips. “Please, fuck me. Like you want to do it, not like I’m—” Her voice hisses off to nothing.
“Like what, baby?” I’m moving but keeping it as controlled as I can.
“Like I’m…new. Not good at it.” She drags her hands up my back, her nails scoring their way. “I want to be your woman.”
“You are, baby” I groan and slam into her hard as if to prove it. “You’re my woman, and I’m having a fuck of a time not coming. That’s how good you are.”
“No,” she breathes. “That’s how good you are.”
“You want more?”
“Yes!” She arches up, shifts her legs, and then somehow I have them tangled around my arms, her knees pushed up to her shoulders. “Oh, Jesus, yes. Like that!”
“You sure, baby?” I stroke deep in her again.
“Yes! God, yes.” She raises her hips to meet mine. “Hard and deep. Just like that.”
I give her what she wants, what I want, and step up my rhythm. Her body welcomes me, her pussy tight and wet for my aching cock, and I can’t drag my mouth from hers as we fuck.
Fucking. It’s what we’re doing, and yet it’s so much more than that. I think I understand it, but more than that, my soul knows it. It’s an exchange of pleasure between two lovers, yeah, but that’s too easy. Too simple. This is me wanting—needing—her satisfaction way more than my own. It’s me roaring like a beast inside because I know I’m the only man who’s ever been with her like this. The only man who will ever be with her like this.
She’s mine.
And more than that, knowing—and loving—that I’m hers.
“Ajia. Jesus, baby.” Her voice fractures. “You’re gonna make me come again.”
“Yeah?” I increase our rhythm. “You ready for it?”
“Uh, yeah. But with you. With you.”
I give a low, hoarse chuckle. “Good thing, cause I’m almost there, baby.” I try to breathe, but I can’t. “Fuck, I’m almost there.”
My lower back tingles in that familiar way, my balls draw up tight, and I know I can’t last long. My breath is almost gone, sweat covers my chest and back, but I can’t stop. Jesus, not now!
The muscles of Bree’s pussy tighten around my cock, and she cries out. “I’m gonna come, baby. I’m—”
Her orgasm takes over, drives us both, and then I’m there in two more strokes. I come with a roar, as hard as I ever have, and I slam into her until I can’t move.
When I find consciousness again, I discover I’m collapsed on her. Her legs are somehow wrapped around my waist again. Our breath wheezes in and out, and I feel my lungs labor for air. My heart pounds with a heavy beat, and I wonder if it’s from the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.
More than that, it could be because of the love I feel for this woman.
“Ajia.” She smooths one hand against my forehead, brushing damp hair back from my temples and face. Her fingers are trembling, hinting that maybe she’s feeling the same things I am.
“I love you, kitten.” I have to say it.
“And I love you, A. I always have.”
“How did this happen?”
“What?” She gives me a quick, smiling kiss. “This? Don’t tell me I need to explain the birds and the bees to you.”
I laugh. “Nope. Not this this. I mean us. How could you ever have fallen in love with me? Put up with my shit and actually waited for me to grow a pair of balls and get smart?”
“Oh, that this.” She kisses me again. “Well, I’m not sure I can explain it, but I think it had something to do with you being a part of this wicked rock band. I mean, who can resist a hot lead singer? There I was, a silly little girl who didn’t know any better except to develop this wicked crush, you see—”
“Say no more.” I stop her with my mouth, my tongue. “You were a smart fucking girl who knew better than everybody around you.”
“Well, maybe.” She smiles. “I know one thing for sure.”
“What’s that?”
“I love you.” She kisses me again. “I always have, and I always will.”
“And I love you.”
And somehow, no matter what lousy shit I’ve done or how bad I’ve fucked up, Bree saved me. I’m not a fucking loser anymore. Not the asshole who doesn’t deserve a goddamn thing.
I’m Ajia Stone, the guy Bree Gallagher loves, and I’m the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
EPILOGUE
AJIA
The venue is packed. We’ve been playing to sold-out shows ever since L.A., all through California, Oregon, and now into Washington. We’re in Seattle tonight, and it’s a special show.
It’s Bree’s birthday.
My kitten is twenty today, and I’m going to make sure she remembers this birthday above all others.
We just finished with No Doubt, always a crowd pleaser. It’s my moment, one the band and I planned. Everybody’s excited, except maybe Knox, but he isn’t saying much these days. He kind of fucked himself with the way he was acting, and nobody’s feeling all friendly toward him right now. He’s a stubborn fuck and might go through the rest of the tour being an ass.
He ought to know better. The rest of us can wait him out.
Just like we’re waiting on Zayne. It’s up and down with him. Some days he’s there with us; others, he’s walking a thin fucking line that’s going to bite him in the ass if he isn’t careful. Noah and Rye are doing what they can to be there for him, but he’s fighting us all every step of the way.
Tonight’s a good night. Zayne’s sharp, Noah’s excited like a little kid, and Rye’s quietly satisfied. We’ll see how well Knox pulls through for me.
The lights come up on stage, brighter than they normally are when we go to the next song, and I glance over at Bree. She’s perched on her stool just off stage, London seated next to her. My beautiful girl questions me with a look, glances around the stage and then out toward the audience. She’s seen our show every goddamn night, and I know she’s wondering what the hell is going on.
“Before we start to the next song, I want to do something a little different. You fucking with me, Seattle?”
The crowd screams their approval and I grin. I look at Bree and I crook my finger for her to come out on stage. She stares back, her eyes grown so wide they overshadow her face, and then she turns to look behind her. Nothing there, just a wall, and I have to laugh.
I don’t give her any more time before I stride across the stage and grab her hand. “Ajia!” She tries to pull back, but I’m not having any of that. I tug her with me, onto the stage.
The crowd erupts, although I’m not sure if they know who she is. Maybe it’s because she looks fucking hot—and she does. She’s wearing a new white dress I bought for her. I told her it was a birthday present, but it was really because I had this planned all along. It’s tight around her waist and hips, and low cut enough to show off her boo
bs to perfection. It makes me want to stare and then cover her to keep any other guy from looking. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, just like I love it, and her cheeks are an adorable pink.
I slide my arm around her waist and pull her against my hip. We stop at the mic. Most of the noise dies off.
“In case you don’t recognize her, this is Bree Gallagher. She’s Knox’s baby sister.” I wave at him behind us, and he makes a fuss, grinning and waving and faking it for the audience. As long as he steps up and continues to play his part, I don’t give a fuck.
“You’ve been hearing a lot of rumors about all of us.” I jerk my head backward, indicating the band. Noah waves from his drumkit. “Well, there’s one I want to confirm. It’s true. Bree’s my girlfriend, and we’re very happy together.”
A few groans and cries of “No!” mingle with a lot of cheers and sharp whistles. I look at her with a smile, and her eyes are still big enough to take over her whole face.
“What are you doing?” she whispers fiercely. She looks at the audience anxiously.
I put my hand over the mic. “Claiming you.”
Her eyes soften despite her nerves. “A, baby, you don’t—”
I lean down for a kiss, cutting off anything else she was going to say. The crowd goes wild.
I grin at the audience. “And not only is she my girl, today is her birthday!”
More whistles and cheers and shouts fill the auditorium until I raise my arm. “How about it? Y’all want to help us celebrate?”
The noise erupts again, and then I drop my arm. The band launches into Birthday, because if Bree’s twentieth isn’t a good time to cover The Beatles, when is? We all sing, even Noah, and I whirl Bree around in a swing dance routine that she doesn’t really know but picks up quick enough. She’s laughing, blushing, and looks so goddamn fuckable, I want to drag her out of there right fucking now.
That’s not going to happen, and I know it. We’ve got a fucking show to finish, and I’ll do my part. Still, as the song winds down, I do the only thing I can. I give her one big whirl so she spins into my arms and jerk her close. It’s not tender, it’s not careful, it’s not cute. It’s kind of a dick move, a stamp of possession, and I do it real fucking deliberately.