by Cat Mason
“Don’t you think we need to talk about earlier?” Chase asks, shaking her head.
Running a hand through my hair, I pace the floor at the end of the bed, trying to shake the cobwebs from my fuzzy head. “Yeah, I know and I’m sorry. I really fucked up, okay? I just don’t want to talk about it just yet.”
“Hunter, you don’t have to apologize to me for being upset. Honey, I just want to understand.”
“So do I, babe.” I grumble. “It’s just like no matter what I do, I’m always going to be the cocky bastard that everyone laughs at until I’m just an embarrassment.” The words tumble out and even I am shocked at the honesty. “I’ve spent so much time just living for the moment without giving a shit about the next one, Tiger Lily. Now, that’s not working. That’s not who I want to be anymore. You know I contribute nothing to this group other than walking my ass on stage to sing and play my bass. I don’t write a note or a lyric. Nothing. I just don’t know how to make everyone see me differently. There are songs I’ve written that no one has seen. I have more things to contribute to the band than just my voice and dick. There’s more to me than the drunken asshole that eats bacon by the pound. I don’t want my main task, before a show, to be assessing the tits in the front row. In twenty years, I’ll be a goddamn joke.” I huff. Trying to reign in my temper, I grip my hair, pulling at the damp strands. “I guess I’m realizing that when this ride is over, I won’t have shit to show for my life and that hurts like a bitch.”
“That’s not true at all.” She argues, her mouth pressing into a hard line. “They’re your family, Hunter. You don’t need to change everything about you. Just be honest, with all of us. Hunter, everyone knows that you’ve been working shit out in your head. They all knew something wasn’t right with you, but you don’t usually do deep and serious. We don’t know how to tread the waters, honey. Don’t carry the load alone, let us in. Fuck, let me in. I want to help carry it.”
Stopping just shy of the edge of the bed, I grab her hands in mine. Her eyes drag up my body slowly before meeting mine, taking in every inch of me. The way she stares into my eyes is almost too much. It’s as if she sees something so much more than what I see when I look into the mirror. Her lips part, before her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. I would give my left nut just to know what she is thinking right now. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful it hurts.”
“I, uh.” She blushes, and if nothing else about her ever turned me on, this does.
“You are, Chase. No matter what I’ve made you feel before, it’s never been just fuckin’ to me. Even that first time I think I knew you were different.” Taking a deep breath, I groan. “I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want you right now, Tiger Lily.”
The words come out in a rush and Chase is just as shocked as I am. Her eyes widen as she takes in what I’ve just said. Slowly, her fingers slide from mine. Inching higher up my arms, she leans up onto her knees on the mattress. My eyes want to close, to savor this. To take in all the pleasure I get just from her touch, but I force them open. I need to watch, to know that for right now, she is really here.
“Whiskey makes you sweet, Hunter.” She teases, leaning down to run her lips along my bicep. Her tongue running along the tail of the dragon that is the focal point of my sleeve and I nearly come down my leg. “I love the dragon.” She whispers against my skin, her breath making me shudder.
The dragon means a lot of things. To me and Aiden; when he drew it out for me it was freeing. It signifies our past. The dark villain we had to fight against growing up. The dragon was our father. Now, ever since we had visited our mother and finally know the truth, it feels like I am fighting an entirely new battle. I had protected my brother above everything else. That was always my first priority. That man could never truly hurt me unless he hurt Aiden. And the bastard knew it. The dragon became a reminder of the man I was never going to become.
Once we left Georgia with Henry, I threw responsibility out the window and said fuck it all. I had been a damn kid, taking on responsibility for my brother because our mother couldn’t take care of herself, let alone us. So, that was what I lived for: keeping Aiden safe. After Henry took us away and started over, I struggled to find my footing. While Aiden controlled the world around him to cope with what we had been through, I decided to bury it. I spent years chasing my good time and enjoying the spoils of what being the lead singer for Shaft brought me. It was nothing but hurting myself and everyone around me and the biggest part of me didn’t even care. Does that make you the dragon now?
“Hunter, please. Put your hands on me, I need you to touch me.” Her plea breaks through the swirling thoughts in my brain, and now I can think of doing nothing else.
Cupping her face in my hands, our mouths collide. I devour her like I’ve been dying to do ever since I saw her playing my guitar. My fingers slide up into her hair, desperate to keep her lips on mine.
My tongue sliding against hers makes my knees wobble and I sway unsteadily. Chase must notice, because she leans back and breaks the kiss long enough to pull her dress over her head revealing all that silky skin in nothing but a blue lace thong. My finger trails down between her breasts, circling her belly button and the tips of the lilies inked on her side that make me crazy with want. Both of us are breathing hard when my finger finally moves down tracing the top of her panties. “These aren’t your favorite are they?” I ask, ripping them from her body before giving her time to answer.
“Guess not.” She says, as I kneel on the bed in front of her. “I’m sure you’ll make it up to me with this.” Chase adds, grabbing my aching erection. Her fingers wrap around the base before sliding up so that her thumb can graze the head.
“Fucking hell!” I shout, trying hard to imagine Mack fucking my mom so that I don’t blow my load all over Chase’s tits. Aw shit, that’s not helping either because now I see Chase’s tits.
“Hell doesn’t have shit on this heat.” She smirks, releasing my dick before shoving me to my back. Inching her way up my body, Chase’s hair skims along my thighs and higher to my chest. Stopping, her face hovers above mine. “You’re fire Hunter, when I get too close I can’t help but burn.”
Chase’s lips take mine in a kiss that could ignite the whole room in flames. Her mouth hungrily moving against mine as she rubs her pussy against the head of my cock and I nearly come unhinged at how close I am to being inside her. I arch my hips, but she slides down making me nearly sob like a baby. Her mouth moves from mine, kissing my throat before nipping at my collarbone. “Said the pot to the kettle, babe.” I breathe when she runs her tongue down my abdomen stopping just shy of my new ink.
Reaching over to her bag, lying beside her, Chase yanks out a foil packet. Rising up on her knees, I watch her tear it open with her teeth and roll it down my length. Her eyes meet mine as she positions me at her entrance again, then impales herself on my dick.
“Goddamn,” I moan, thrusting my hips against her. “One day I’ll fuck you without the fire suit.” I growl, wishing like hell I didn’t have to wear this condom but the last I need is to leave her unprotected.
“You couldn’t handle me without the firewall.” She moans, palming her tits in her hands as she glides up and down, riding me. Fucking owning me with every breath, the look on her face tells me she knows it too.
My hands instantly move to her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh so that I can pump into her. Part of me wants her to feel just as swept up in this as I am. For her to slowly fall apart over and over again until all there is left is us. The other part of me wants to challenge her sassy ass and fuck her through the damn supporting wall behind the bed. “Oh, I handle you just fine babe, and we both know it.” I bite out, rolling us so that she is on her back. Grabbing her hands, I smirk at her, making her roll her eyes at me commanding the upper hand. “Now,” I say wrapping her arms around me so that her hands are firmly on my ass. “Tiger Lily, we’ve come to the part of the ride where you need to hang on tight.”
Her eyes light up with amusement, without another word, I drive into her. Hard. “Hunter!” She screams, encouraging me on. My hips slamming into the backs of her thighs, moving us farther up the bed. “Yes, Hunter, harder!” With every stroke I feel her tighten around me, as if she is determined to keep me from pulling from her body.
Burying my face in her neck, I pump into her again and again, each time harder than the last. Pushing and driving for the cliff of no return, but I don’t want it to end, not yet. At one time I would’ve bragged about fucking a groupie out of her clothes between sound check and curtain call. With Chase, I want to stay buried to the hilt and never leave. “Tiger Lily, you’re gonna come right with me. I can feel your pussy clamping down on me like a goddamn fist.” I murmur into her ear as my balls tighten and I know I am going to erupt like a fucking volcano.
Her back arches as she cries out. Begging and pleading all while screaming my name. Chase’s fingernails dig into my ass, seeking more and I can’t help smiling before I shout my release. Her eyes hold mine as her climax rolls through her like a runaway train. I know in my head that if she’s fuckin’ Mitch she will be comparing him to this every damn time once I’m gone, and that will help me sleep at night. That motherfucker is dismissed in my mind with a big grin and a ‘fuck you’ as I shoot my load into the rubber.
“I’m gonna get rid of the condom.” I murmur before motor-boating her tits. “I’m leaving in like ten hours and I have to eat that pussy, eat my bacon, fuck your ass” I start ticking away my to-do list as I stroll into the bathroom to trash the condom. “With the rest of my stay all booked up like this, there’s no time to waste.” I say waggling my brows.
When I walk back to the bed Chase crooks her finger teasing me, spreading her legs just enough to flash me my destination. Kneeling on the mattress, I trace the seam of her pussy with two fingers before plunging them deep. Her back arches, hips tilting to seek more of my touch. “Like that do you?” I ask, even though I already know the answer. “Greedy as hell and I fucking love it. I sure hope the hotel has a wheelchair or medic on call.”
Regardless of the fact that I know this is so much more than just sex between us, I can’t help taunt her. The dirty talk is what we do. It’s been part of the heat between us since the beginning. Chase always gives back as good as she gets from me. No one has ever done that before. Now I’m finding it hard to live without that igniting chemistry.
Chase smirks at me. “You would look sexy on T.V. in one of those scooter commercials.” She pants when I scissor my fingers hitting her sweet spot. My thumb finds her clit and I circle slowly, knowing it drives her nuts. “Ah, just get a walker. I’ll even bedazzle your walker to match your banana hammock.”
“If you’re gonna open that smart fuckin’ mouth, do something useful with it.” I bite out playfully, yanking her up by the hips. A couple of nicely executed bedrolls and a quick flip of the feisty red head, has me on my back and her delicious ass right in my face. “Now grind that pussy on my face while you wrap those amazing lips around my dick.”
Without replying, Chase leans down running her tongue along the head before taking my erection into her mouth completely. “Fuuuuuuck!” I shout, then dive face first into her heat. My tongue driving into her like my cock had done just moments before. Desperate to hear her scream my name again, I lick her clit before grabbing her hips with both hands, yanking her down onto my face.
Moaning around my dick, Chase rolls her hips as I suck her clit between my lips. My teeth grazing the hardening bundle of nerves. Just as I knew she would; her mouth leaves my cock and she screams my name, shuddering and thrashing through her climax before collapsing on top of me, completely wiped.
After our breathing slows, I settle her on my pillow and grab the bag Henry left on the table. Sitting crossed legged, I can’t help tearing open the container and diving in like a starving Ethiopian at his first dumpster dive. Thankfully, Henry was there to back Chase up and even bring me food. The fact that anyone came after me, especially the two I took everything out on most, shocks me. I took a swing at Henry, my best fucking friend, but he never wavered. Even though I don’t deserve shit from any of them, here is proof they aren’t giving up on me. Maybe there is hope for me yet, then? Right now, saying that I’m relieved that Big Man hasn’t taken away my bacon is an understatement. That may have been the thing that drove me to do the unthinkable! Shave my head.
Oh yeah, ladies you think when the pop divas go over the edge and do that shit it’s scary. If I shaved this sexiness, I would destroy any shot at ever seeing World Peace in my lifetime. I’m making huge sacrifices on my part here. You’re welcome. Chase lies beside me boneless and sated, watching through heavy lids as I inhale my container in minutes.
“You eat like an animal.” She murmurs, sleepily.
Arching my brow, I can’t help chuckling at her comment. “Babe, you weren’t complaining when I was eating your sweet little oomph.” I grunt when her arm flies up and smacks me in the chest. “We have a serious problem.” I whisper, shoving the container to the floor and stretching out beside her. “I believe that sixty-nine was one short, that’s a goddamn tragedy in my book.” I pout looking down at my partially serviced member.
“I’ll be damned if I’m gonna to tarnish my perfect record.” Chase purrs, running her hand up my chest. Grabbing my jaw, she leans up so that our lips are almost touching. “This is the part of the ride where you need to hang on.” She teases, before sliding down my body with every intention of driving me out of my mind until the sun comes up.
I fall asleep completely exhausted and the happiest I have been in a long time. With my Tiger Lily wrapped around me, protecting me from everything I don’t want to become.
Lube Bottles and Shit Storms
Chase
BAM BAM BAM BAM
“Shut the fuck up, I’m sleepin’ in here.’” Hunter grumbles, his entire body thrashing underneath me. Lifting my head from his chest I shove my hair out of my eyes, looking down at him as the pounding on the door gets louder.
The door flies open, Daisy and Cam shove into the room followed by Henry. Giving me just enough time to slide off Hunter and cover us with the sheet. “Would you look at that,” Cam nudges Daisy. “Text Luke before he has an embolism and let him know we’ve found her. Looks like I can handle two birds with one dumbass.” She giggles, while Daisy’s thumbs go crazy clicking away on her phone.
“Oh great!” Hunter grumbles, his eyes still closed. “You lovely little spooners are takin’ time out of your sappy ever after’s to call in the damn cavalry. Can you at least ask Luke to be quiet when he kills me? Chase’s screamin’ my name all night gave me a huge headache.”
I pinch his nipple, making him wince. “My money is on that brewery you drank last night being the reason you have the headache, among other things, twitter boy. You’re obnoxious ass was hash-tagging all over the place.” Henry deadpans.
Cracking open an eye; he rests his arms behind his head, taking in the scowls from both Daisy and Cam. “You’re just jealous because you aren’t trending. Don’t worry ladies; I can twitter your clitter too, if the guys aren’t up to snuff.” Hunter teases, pumping his hips, earning him eye rolls from everyone in the room. Especially from me.
“We have bigger problems than your performance outside the bar last night, assmole.” Henry says tossing a pair of jeans to the bed. “Get dressed. Cam took a very interesting phone call from legal at the record label this morning.”
Hunter flings himself up from the bed with a grunt, kicking a pillow to the floor. A bottle of lube rolls across the carpet, stopping at Daisy’s feet. “Ew!” She shrieks, kicking it away with the toe of her heel.
“You entered the room o’ lovin’, need to be prepared for what you’ll see baby momma. Objects in here are even sexier than they appear.” Hunter says with a wink. He stands from the bed completely naked, with a used condom stuck to his thigh.
“Oh my god!” Daisy and Cam scream
in unison as they stare.
Hunter looks down and grins, completely oblivious to the baby batter glove stuck to him. “Yeah, I know right?”
“Give us a few minutes and we’ll be out.” I blurt, giving them the chance to run from the room. Henry shakes his head with an enormous smile, closing the door as he goes to make sure they don’t hurl on the rug.
Hunter glances at the rubber before flicking it to the floor with disinterest. Turning to me with a wink, he uses a pre-cut piece of plastic wrapping we give at the shop to cover his new ink before shoving himself into his jeans. When our eyes meet, his face goes serious. “We have shit to talk about too, babe. So don’t think you can bolt just yet.” Walking to the edge of the bed, he grabs my shoulders and presses his lips to mine quickly. “Get dressed and come out when you’re ready.” I barely nod, before he releases me and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
My plan to take a shower and really think about everything is shot to shit the moment I hear Hunter shout. “You’re fucking crazy!” I dive back into my blue dress from last night and down the hallway so fast my head should have spun.
Hunter paces the room in front of Cam and Daisy who are sitting on the couch. Henry is leaning against the wall looking more than amused with the scene playing out. “If you two crazy bitches think that because I was a complete douche last night that this shit is funny, you’re just sick. I said I was sorry, I’ll fucking beg.” Looking to Henry, he waits for him to crack. “Come on Big Man, this is too damn much. I’ll crawl on my knees and wear whatever crazy shit these women think up, without a fight. But if they think for one damn minute I’m gonna fall for a ba-” The breath whooshes from his chest when he sees me watching.
“I’m sorry Hunter. I wish this was a joke. Chances are she’s just some fucking troll on a hunt for green. That’s even if this baby is yours Hunter. Why else would she wait all this time unless she expects money from you? We’ll play this out carefully, and as quietly as possible.” Cam explains, attempting to pull his focus from me. “When I spoke with legal at Ironsound Records this morning, they weren’t happy, but they’re handling it as discreetly as possible. I couldn’t just keep you in the dark. They’ve even faxed me a file with photos, maybe you’ll recognize her.” She holds out a stack of papers.