Sahara (A Night Fire Novel Book 3)

by Watkins, TM

  “Ten. Care to make it eleven Eden?”

  “Sure. I faked it, you can't fuck for shit.”

  He chuckled and moved me to the edge of the bed.

  “Kneel on the edge.”

  As I moved onto the edge of the mattress he took my shoulder in one hand, the other gripping the chain between the cuffs. When my head was on the mattress he pulled my hair out of my face. I could barely see anything, the bed cover was getting in the way. His shirt was tossed to the bed, falling off the end.

  Fraser smoothed his hands over my backside, slowly pulling the panties down. They fell to the bed, pooling at my spread knees. I had never felt like this in my entire sexual life. This was so raw, so dirty. Exposed and trussed up. Unable to touch, barely able to move.

  “Ready?”

  His voice was lower, husky and filled with desperation. I nodded, feeling like I was going to explode.

  “Twelve, Eden. Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  His hand cracked over the ample flesh and I moaned. Loudly. Teasingly his finger traced over me, slipping in for a stroke.

  “Wet already.”

  My skin was sensitive as his hand stroked over the skin, my breath hitched when his hand pulled away. The sting was divine, I craved more of them. After the second stroke he switched sides, after four smacks he put on a condom and entered me for the final eight.

  With each one the euphoria was heightened, when he finished his hands took my hips. With a few good thrusts I was done. One muffled screamer, floating in her own bliss filled paradise. Deliriously I fell to the bed, unable to wipe the smile from my face. My ass hurt like hell but I did not care.

  “On the floor on your knees.”

  I wriggled my way off the bed and knelt on the floor, Fraser tossing the condom to the bedside table.

  “Open.”

  With a smug grin I opened my mouth, tasting the salty slick over the tip of my tongue. His hands gripped my hair tight as pure ecstasy filled his face. Caution ruled supreme at first, wary of going to deep and making me gag. But as the pressure built all reason was forgotten. Thrust after thrust his hips moved faster, his grip tightened.

  His mouth went slack as his eyes closed, I braced myself for the onslaught of his ejaculation. But it never happened. His eyes opened and a wickedness loomed as he looked down at me. Slowly he pushed the whole way in.

  “Fuck that's...”

  He sighed as he pulled out, his own wicked happiness obvious.

  “Amazing. Get on the bed, knees again.”

  When I got up from the floor he helped me onto the mattress again. I was adjusted to a lower position, my face was still planted to the mattress but my knees were spread as far as I could stretch. Dirty didn't cover how I felt.

  I didn't know what he was doing until I felt his hot breath on the back of my thigh. From the very first stroke of his tongue, I was moaning. His thumbs pulled me open as his lips made a meal out of me. If I was sensitive before, I didn't know what to call this. I was so turned on I could feel my entire body tingling. It was so heavy through my body I could barely feel the cut of the cuffs into my skin.

  His hands moved over my backside, squeezing the tender flesh. I moaned again, more so when his fingers caressed the skin, sliding through the fold.

  “Relax.” he murmured against the skin as he slowly dipped in.

  It tipped me over. I swear the neighbors probably heard me, I came that loudly. His finger pumped a few times as his tongue slid over me. As the last of the orgasm washed through my body I heard the whimpers of one little lady.

  “Noisy.”

  I could feel Fraser's grin on the skin of my backside, taking a gentle bite.

  “Don't you go moving, I'm not done with you yet.”

  Fraser walked out of the room, leaving me still trussed up and my ass still in the air. He returned a few seconds later, grinning madly.

  “She settled back down.”

  He partially closed the door, leaving it open a crack. Once he was behind me I had no clue what he was up to, again. That was until I heard a rip. His thick head was pushing against me, making me ache for him. Teasing me. He'd dip it in and take it out just as fast. When he was satisfied that I was in enough agony he thrust deep into me. I moaned hard, feeling the burn of him filling me.

  With his hands on my hips he continued without stopping. His body slammed against mine hard, his grip on my hips was forceful. I could feel a trickle of sweat sliding down my back, annoyingly dragging my mind from the thoughts of how good this felt. Like he knew that it was annoying me, Fraser scratched his fingers down my back and in the process took the little pest away. His hand returned to my hip, satisfied that the scratch had resulted in a groan from me.

  I didn't know if I was still on earth. It was entirely possible that I wasn't. Maybe I was floating somewhere divine, it certainly felt like my body was. A slap on my backside roused me, I groaned and my body tightened which made Fraser groan. I could feel his cock as he drew closer to finishing, the shaft thickening and the thrusts moving harder and faster.

  He called out my name as he came, a few slower thrusts and then he stilled. When he pulled out I winced, grateful he couldn't see my face. I almost cried out with relief as he unlocked the cuffs, my arms were more sore than my ass. My body flattened to the bed with exhaustion.

  Cold cream hit my ass and I wanted to shriek with the shock as Fraser gently rubbed the skin. But I couldn't shriek. I'd moaned so hard I couldn't speak.

  “What's the matter Eden? Lost your voice?” he chuckled as he massaged my tender flesh. “Might just fuck you that hard on a regular basis if it means I get a few minutes silence each day.”

  I flipped the bird at him and he laughed again. For that kind of sex, I'd gladly lose my voice for a few minutes.

  Chapter Twelve

  Fraser looked at the building and with a pained sigh he undid his seat belt. Sahara had gone well with her first car ride. Well, the first that we knew of. God only knew where and how her mother had dragged her around this town.

  “How about running away to Mexico?”

  “Sounds great but I'm still making you tell them.”

  “Such a hard ass.”

  He gave me a sly smile as he looked at me from the corners of his eyes. I smiled back and shook my head, getting out of the car. Fraser rounded the car and waited as I pulled the baby bag out.

  “Aren't you forgetting something?”

  “I thought you might...”

  “No way mister. Carry her in.”

  Fraser huffed and pushed the door open further, pulling the carrier out of the car seat. Momentarily I was blinded from the harsh afternoon sun and going into a darkened building, when my eyes focused properly I saw everyone was waiting with curiosity and anticipation. It was likely that it was killing them.

  The room was almost empty, a makeshift stage was set up against the back wall and an office area sat to the left of the doors. Other than that it was one empty and cavernous area. The office area was in the process of being gutted, for now the meeting table had been brought out to the main area.

  The plans for this place were rather grand. In the office area there would actually be an office, mine. I would be on the top floor along with the meeting room and a reception desk with a hot receptionist. We won't talk about the part where they suggested her uniform could be really similar to what a certain waitress at the nearby strip club was wearing. Or the fact that they suggested that she could be the receptionist. There might have been talk of putting a pole in the meeting room. Yes, they were drunk. Well, not Curtis. His sobriety was going rather well and I was surprised at how well he coped when his friends got drunk around him.

  Ground floor of the office area was going to house a recording studio and basic amenities because they had discussed putting on private shows for a select few. Diehard fans that would jump at the chance at such a personal and intimate setting.

  Second floor was reserved for a chill out zone where
they would relax, write and discuss the future. I don't know how much writing and discussions were going to take place when they talked about all of the game consoles and other chill out items that were needed to help them relax.

  “Afternoon. Glad all of you could make it.”

  Even Frankie and Abigail were here, not that I cared. This wasn't my show.

  “Just waiting for Fras.” Jaxon grinned. “How's the sickness mommy two?”

  I still wasn't used to him calling me mommy two. Frankie had been graced with the name of mommy after only a few days of knowing them, she tried to make them behave. I know, it was a crazy notion. Since my arrival and my efforts to make them behave, Frankie became mommy one and I became mommy two.

  “Oh I'm fine. I just had to deal with a small issue for someone.”

  Jaxon held his hand to his heart, feigning hurt.

  “You lied to us mommy two, how could you?”

  “Oh Jaxon, my little white lie is nothing compared to what you're about to see.”

  He frowned and then turned to the door, I watched them all turn with shock as the man of the hour walked in. Chairs scraped out slowly as they stood, quietly peering into the carrier as Fraser put it onto the table.

  “Dude, you pinching babies now?” Evan said low.

  “No.”

  They all thought about that one word answer. No, he hadn't pinched a baby. So boys, what did that mean?

  “Is she yours?” Austin frowned. “It is a girl right, you're not wrapping a boy in pink are you?”

  “No, we're not.” Fraser mumbled.

  Oopsy. Who is the first to catch it?

  “We're? As in not just you?” Evan raised an eyebrow dubiously at Fraser.

  Fraser cleared his throat. “'K, so I might have asked Eden to help. Babies are a chick thing.”

  “Oh you did not just say that.” Frankie snapped.

  “How long have you had her and where's her mother?” Jerry asked as he peered at the child.

  “Couple of days. No idea where her mother is, she just dumped her in a box on my doorstep.”

  Shocked eyes raised up and stared at him.

  “Well you sure know how to pick 'em. What's her name?”

  “Sahara Florence.”

  Jerry slapped him on the back looking a little wistful. The man cleared his throat gruffly as he gripped Fraser's shoulder firmly.

  “Your mom would love it. Have you spoken to Kevin?”

  Fraser nodded a little quieter now, I guess Florence was his mother's name.

  “Hang on a second.” Jaxon frowned. “Where was the kid last night?”

  “At home.”

  “And that's why you weren't at the meeting?” Jaxon looked at me.

  I nodded with raised eyebrows at pursed lips.

  “So you bailed on your kid and left her with Eden for...”

  I watched as he mentally counted the hours, the frown deepened as the realization hit him.

  “What fourteen, fifteen hours?”

  Fraser nodded carefully.

  “And you went to a strip joint instead of returning to your kid? Was that more important?”

  Well, I'll bet that Fraser never thought that this would be how Sahara's introduction to the band was going to turn out. Not giving him a hard time for actually having a kid, no they preferred to give him hell for ditching her. Well done boys, you've made mommy two proud.

  “We're not talking.” Jaxon flicked his hand and then turned to me. “Mommy two, can we have a hold?”

  “You are crazy, you know that?”

  “Yep. Now hand over the baby and nobody gets hurt.”

  “Lots of photos.” Abigail hummed as she pulled out her camera.

  I was beginning to regret agreeing to Austin's suggestion that she become the official band photographer. Every time I turned around that damned thing was in my face. At least she was earning her money I suppose.

  Jaxon was first in the queue, not what I expected. This morning was certainly full of surprises. Sahara yawned as she woke up, vaguely opening her eyes at him. The big man cooed over her. I'd never seen anything like it. What was more surprising was the rest of them were giving him a hard time for taking too long.

  “So I guess it means she's coming on tour with us.” Jerry said as his fingers trailed through her brown hair. “When is Kevin getting back to you?”

  “Next week.”

  Evan frowned for a moment as Sahara was put into his arms, soon gone when her little fingers wrapped around his.

  “So when I came over the other night, was she there?”

  Fraser scratched at the back of his head, a gesture I had come to realize was anxiety.

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. She's pretty quiet, I didn't even know she was there. How did you manage that?”

  Everyone looked at Fraser with wonder, Jaxon frowned again.

  “You were there for a few hours before I got there. Didn't think babies were that quiet.”

  “They're not.” Jerry grumbled. “I think that Fraser's had help for longer than he cares to admit.”

  “Fine so Eden's helped a lot.”

  Seven pairs of eyes swung to me, one tried to ignore the situation. It wasn't working.

  “Were you there Eden?” Evan asked with a deep frown.

  My smile said it all, Evan didn't need a verbal response.

  “Dude you need to pay her more. I swear I didn't know she was there either. And give her some kind of award for putting up with your secretive shit. Damn.”

  Evan shook his head and passed Sahara over to Curtis.

  “A playmate for bug.” he grinned at Frankie.

  “And lots of parenting practice.” I offered.

  “Yeah.” Curtis said wide eyed.

  Bug was only a few weeks in the making, gender still unknown. According to Curtis, bug was a boy. Frankie said he was wrong, bug was a girl. Either way playtime for Sahara and bug was a long way off.

  As everyone took turns in holding her and cooing over her cuteness, we discussed the logistical nightmare that was taking a newborn child on a yearlong, country wide tour. Frankie instantly offered to help, not only did she need the practice but she also needed something to do. She was going to become my assistant to ensure that I didn't get weighed down with tending to the one little baby and the five big babies.

  Abigail was feeding Sahara and even though Austin had his turn at holding the baby, he still seemed rather uneasy about it. Or maybe it was the fact that his girlfriend was holding one. On the surface things seemed good between them and unlike his cousin, Austin was rushing down the aisle. I suspected it wasn't far off, considering that he's dragging her on the tour with us it meant that things were serious.

  “So why did you name her after a desert?”

  Frankie's question broke my thoughts about relationships, I tuned into the suddenly silent room.

  “Liked it.” he mumbled, more interested in his phone.

  I watched the eyes dart to one another. Some were baffled, some were a little doubtful but not one of them questioned it. I wanted him to squirm, damn it.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I'd never slept so well in my entire life. The entire session last night left me sore in so many places but I didn't care. I didn't have the burn of the cuffs last night, instead it was a length of silk cloth that was incredible against the skin. Tethered to the headboard, blindfolded and completely at his mercy was thrilling and it took a lot of will not to orgasm the second he touched me.

  A smile crossed my face as I lazed in bed, soaking in the warmth of the covers and remembering how good it felt to command his attention. I always assumed that when a man tied a woman up it was for his own pleasure but I was wrong. Sure Fraser had enjoyed every moment but it was all about me. I'd had massages before last night, not the standard back rub that relieved tension but a full body massage. It was exhilarating. His hands moved over my entire body, there was nowhere he feared that he feared to touch.

  When my b
ody writhed with the most intense orgasm that I had ever had, he stopped and I sighed with a grin that I could not get rid of. In fact I think I'm still wearing it. The silk tie was tugged free and we made love, slow and meaningful. It was amazing and I was ready for round two.

  After the rub down we'd moved back to the sleeping bed as Fraser had dubbed it. The spare bedroom was the sex bed and until Sahara got her own room, things were going to be quiet where she slept. Which was a crazy thought to have considering we were about to go on tour and she'd be in the same room as us. Personally I didn't want any child listening to sex but life on the road was going to be difficult and to abstain for a year was never going to happen. Somehow we'd figure this out.

  The external shades were down and the curtains were drawn, making the house dark. I didn't even know what time it was. I could see a flicker of muted light shining through the hallway. Carefully I got up from the bed, feeling so very tender. Sahara wasn't in her bed and the house was quiet. I wrapped myself into a dressing gown and wandered through the darkened house. As I drew closer to the lounge room I could see the light flicker again, it was from the television against the shadowed walls. The sound of laughter filled the air, children laughing.

  I stood at the entry, to the side so that I was out of sight and watched the home video of a birthday party. It was interesting seeing the band as children. Well not children, they were teenagers. There were a few faces that I didn't recognize but one that was so much like Fraser that I could have sworn they were twins. And beside him was a pretty brunette woman with the same whiskey colored eyes.

  “That's your grandmother. I'm sure she sent you to me as punishment for my bad behavior but don't worry, I don't mind.”

  Nice way to say it Fraser, lucky she doesn't understand what you're saying. We are going to have to have words if those kinds of statements persist.

  A smile crossed my face as I watched the television. Fraser opened a rather long present, his eyes widening with a gasp at the guitar. I looked at Tyler who was watching on, it didn't take a degree to see the jealousy. Florence seemed like a wonderful woman, I couldn't imagine her lavishing presents upon one child and not the other.