Bill grinned. “Hell yeah, I do. Coffee and a smoke.”
Five minutes later Bill pulled over in a quiet and empty parking lot.
He got out of the SUV.
“What is he doing?” Liv asked.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward me. My hands cradled her ass as she straddled me.
“Nash…”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said. “You started this.”
There were no other words to speak.
* * *
“So, I guess you’ve sold a few songs, huh?” Liv asked.
She looked so damn good standing on my balcony overlooking the lights of the city, holding a glass of whiskey. Wearing the same damn jeans I fought to strip her out of in the back of the SUV. Except now she wasn’t wearing any panties. Which by now, she knew the drill… her panties were payment. Just for fun.
“Yeah, it’s been a good ride,” I said as I joined her at the railing.
She side eyed me with a little flirty stare that was deadly.
For her. Not me.
That kind of stare for too long would have her on her hands and knees right there on the balcony, listening to the sound of my body slamming against her as she cried out to the night where nobody could fucking hear her but the stars.
“Nash,” she said. “Do you want me to write about the studio?”
“What about it?”
“Just everything I saw…”
“Write what you want, babe,” I said.
She nodded. “I just want to make sure I don’t overstep.”
“Since when does that matter to you?”
“Some things just aren’t meant to be touched on.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked. “Like what?”
She swallowed hard. “Nothing.”
“No, Liv, tell me.”
“Okay. Well, for starters, whatever the situation is with Mitchy… that’s hard on you. And I’m sure it’s hard on the band too. It would show a different side to the band. A real side. Of what happens when things go too far.”
I slowly nodded. “Okay. What else?”
“I mean, there’s Raunchy Recks.”
My blood turned ice cold. I gently touched her chin. “Babe, if you ever say that name again, you’ll be back to sucking dick on that preppy guy that showed up to the hotel.”
Liv ripped my hand away. “Exactly my point.”
“Which is?”
“Some things you just don’t touch on,” she said. “So I’m asking if the studio is okay or not.”
“I don’t care,” I said.
“I saw the picture,” she said. “On the floor. The guys said you pissed on it.”
“That’s all it was good for.”
“So the hate is that real?”
I felt my lip slowly curl. “What you read and hear is true when it comes to that. And that’s all I want to say.”
“Fine,” she said.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn? For what?”
“I want to hear everything.”
“Like?”
“You want to be a famous writer, huh? Your Daddy is rich. You could be doing anything you want, anywhere in the world. Shit, babe, you could have a made up gig traveling the world on SLECK’s dime, but you live-”
“In a shit apartment,” she said. “Because I want to do it my way.”
“And what’s your way?”
“No favors,” she said. “I don’t want someone to see me as… a favor. I want them to see me.”
“That’s a bold move to make,” I said.
“Whatever.”
“But you’re selling your soul little by little,” I said.
“Am I?”
“Yeah. Going on tour with us. Sticking around now. Doing what you’re told. It’s kind of sad to see.”
“Oh, so I’m sad now?” she asked, a look of shock on her face.
“Hey, babe, I’ll cradle your ass when I’m fucking you, but after that? You’re on your own. I’ll tell it like it is.”
“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll do the same, Nash.”
“Have at it, Liv.”
She put her drink down and moved toward me. So much shorter than me, but a feisty side that had the ability to take me down. I grinned and sipped whiskey from the bottle like a rock star would do.
“I’m doing things the way I should have a long time ago, Nash,” she said. “I was stubborn, okay? I was afraid I’d turn out like my mother. Under my father’s control. She spends her days drinking, flirting with the pool boy, or the plumber, or the electrician, or whoever is at that giant house they call home. I don’t remember the last time my parents kissed. Or had dinner together.”
“What about the last time they fucked?” I asked.
Her lip curled. “Well, they obviously fucked to make me, didn’t they?”
Well played, babe.
I grinned even bigger.
“But you know what? Fuck you, Nash. And fuck them. Fuck everyone. Fuck Dillon. Fuck Owen. Okay? If I can prove myself and get what I want, then that’s what I’m going to do. And if that means writing shitty stories about you, then fine. I know what I’ve gotten out of it and what I’m going to get.”
I’d never seen a woman so beautiful in my life. She wasn’t jumping at me, begging me to sign her tits. She wasn’t drunk singing her favorite Filthy Line song at me. She wasn’t staring at me with glitz and glamour eyes.
It put me in a whole different world.
And I didn’t mind it.
I touched Liv’s face. “So, what did you get and what do you want?”
Liv smiled. “I got your dick, Nash. And I’m going to get my book deal.”
“You are so filthy, babe,” I whispered.
“I learned from the best,” she said.
I did something I never thought I would ever do.
I put down a bottle of whiskey in exchange for a woman.
* * *
My fingers dipped between her legs as she looked so fucking perfect on my bed. It was the biggest bed I could buy and it was a bed that I kept for myself. But now I was sharing it with Liv. Her soft warmth consumed me as I made circles with my fingers, feeling the honey dripping from her body. Her hips lifted and bucked at me, wanting me inside her. I pulled back as she chased me, curling my fingertips to her clit which instantly made her cry out and put her head back.
She was naked.
I was only wearing jeans.
Her lips tasted like the whiskey she had been sipping, along with the whiskey I had been drinking. There were invisible kisses all over her neck and down her chest. My eyes stared down at her breasts - both of them - and I grinned, thinking about the night in the hotel hallway when she showed me one tit.
Slowly breaking that seal of her wildness, showing her that excess did have its benefits. And that sometimes in life the only moment that mattered was the one resting in your fucking hand.
Just like now… her clit resting against my touch, me in command, but it was her body commanding mine. The sound of my fingers playing in her honeypot, sliding up and down with ease, knowing I could end her but I had other plans for that.
Her left hand held my shoulder tight and she rolled toward me, biting at my chest as she groaned. I took a deep breath, smelling her hair. I gritted my teeth, realizing the things I was doing weren’t part of the norm for me. Knowing her name. Caring about her pleasure. Memorizing the curves of her body. Exploring her sex with great detail. The taste on my lips from kissing her shoulder making me want to do it again. The smell of her hair. The way her hair touched the sheets on my bed. The curve of her back leading to the curve of her ass. Her left leg slightly bent and moved a little more forward than her right leg. Her inner thighs squeezing tight to my touch as she drove her hips with wild lust against my touch.
Liv kissed my chest and let out a breath.
I pulled away from her and moved my hand from her slit all the way up her body, putting her on her back. My hand cupped under her left breast a
nd her beautiful rose-pink nipple pointed up at me.
Her perfect blue eyes tried to tempt me with innocence but I wasn’t going to buy into any more of that shit.
I lowered my mouth down to her nipple and my tongue unleashed on her. Flicking in all directions, leaving Liv writhing under me, her left hand digging harder into the back of my neck. I knew damn well where her limits were and fuck me for admitting it in such a wild moment but I never wanted to hurt her. Whether I was teasing her nipple or teasing her heart…
I stopped and growled.
“Nash… don’t stop…”
I turned my head and saw her eyes again.
Fuck.
I rubbed my nose against her nipple and took her breast into my mouth. I pulled back with a sloppy wet noise and did the same thing over and over. I moved to her other breast and did the same there too. My right hand moved to her side and traveled down to her hip and I pulled her toward me. Pulled her on top of me.
Liv threw her hair back and put her hands to my chest.
My hands grabbed for her face, wanting her to stay there for a few seconds. So I could steal those seconds and lock them away in a place nobody knew existed. Because it was a place I made. Just for her.
Liv pressed her body against mine, grinding against my jeans.
“No fucking way, babe,” I whispered. “Get the real thing. This is a no dry humping zone.”
Liv laughed and rolled her eyes.
It drove me crazy she could go from pleasure eyes to annoyed eyes in a second with me. Like we were comfortable together. Like we were…
As Liv started to move down my body, I chased whatever thoughts away that had been lingering.
Her full breasts slid down my chest, down my stomach, over my jeans. Her hands opened my jeans and she pulled them down enough to finally let my thickness roam free. But as it tried to jump around, Liv grabbed it tight, holding me at the root, her lips magnetic, kissing my cock.
I gritted my teeth again and watched as her sweet tongue ran up my shaft. She moved right over the tip of my cock and had no problems taking me into her mouth. I let out a long hissing breath as she wanted to show me that she could test herself. Going down like an elevator from the top floor to the ground floor, I growled in my throat, fighting the sudden urge to fill her mouth some more with something else.
She carefully worked her way back up leaving me to feel the details of her lips against my hardness. She paused at my tip and pressed her tongue, fighting for space that just wasn’t there. Watching her and feeling her were two separate things in life. She moved her hand from my cock and had both hands on my legs. Her hair fell all around. And she didn’t care. Her only care was what her mouth was doing to me. Moving down and back up, picking up speed as she got more comfortable with me.
I smiled, wondering if she was thinking about what she said that one night. Busting into the backstage room and watching a Line Whore do her job…
I reached down and slipped my fingers into Liv’s hair. My fist curled tight and I sucked in a breath. She groaned and the vibration trickled through my entire cock. Through my entire body.
That was all I needed for the moment.
I playfully tugged at her hair and took myself from her mouth.
She looked up at me, out of breath, her eyes burning brighter than I had ever seen.
I nodded. “Come here, babe.”
Liv climbed up my body with speed. My hands ran down her body and grabbed at the back of her legs. She lunged forward, her tits in my face. I smelled her skin, laced with sweat and sex already. Her legs quivered in my hands and I lined myself up to her throbbing core. I lowered her down, my tip breaking her tight seal once again.
I held her there, feeling her begging me in silence with the pulse of her body.
I finally lowered her down all the way while thrusting up, offering myself to the hilt.
My hands moved to her hips one more time and she sat back, letting out a breathless sigh.
Her hands touched my chest.
I wasn’t having that though.
My hands moved up her body, over her tits, skipping them so I could touch her face.
Who the fuck am I right now?
I pulled her down, needing to kiss her.
Our lips crashed together. Our tongues met gracefully. Her ass and hips began to move up and down me. I fucked back at her, letting her dictate the speed. It wasn’t slow. And it wasn’t fast. It was the kind of speed that could ruin my reputation. Then again, Liv’s body was like nothing else.
The harder I kissed her, the harder I thrust at her. Soon she was just balancing herself above me as I had her. She broke our kiss to let out groans of pleasure and relief. Breathing heavily into my mouth. Her lips touching mine. The tip of her tongue trying to kiss but only flirting.
She whispered, “Nash… Nash… Nash…”
She shut her eyes and forced herself down to my chest as she cried out, slamming her hips down, reaching climax. She stopped and began to shake.
My hands raced down to her lower back and I held her tight against me, feeling her clenching and releasing.
I made one last move and rolled Liv to her back.
I had a tight grip on the sheets on my bed and I finished myself with her body.
Staring at every little feature of her body.
I never thought I’d care about a woman’s eyes or a few little curly strands of hair or the placement of a random freckle here and there.
I kissed her deep and slow as I came… while going deep and slow.
The entire night had shifted.
It wasn’t fucking filthy anymore.
It was fucking love.
My arm around her body kept her against me, feeling the warmth of her skin. My hand spread wide at her chest. For two reasons. The first and foremost… feeling her breast. My pinky rubbing her nipple until she giggled and wiggled to get me away.
The second reason… to feel her heartbeat.
Racing. Calming. Me kissing her neck. Heart racing again. Then calming. Me teasing her nipple. Heart racing even more. Then calming one more time.
“So, I guess I’m sleeping here,” she whispered.
“I guess. Unless you want me to call Bill to drive your ass home.”
“Wouldn’t that make you jealous? Another guy driving my ass home.”
I curled my lip. “Nah, babe. You do whatever you want. I just know anything after me is a downgrade.”
“You talk a big game, Nash.”
“I have a big game, babe,” I said.
I thrust and let her feel the one thing bigger than my ego.
“I guess I have to give you credit for that.”
“If not, the evidence is all over these sheets.”
“Gross.”
“Gross?” I asked, laughing. “How is that gross?”
“I don’t know. Just shut up. This is kind of nice.”
“What is?”
“This. It feels… okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Nash, stop.”
“Stop what?” I pushed at her.
“It feels good,” she said. “Okay? I like being in bed with you. I like you holding me. I like the way my body feels.”
“Me too, babe,” I whispered.
I kissed her shoulder.
She melted some more into me.
“So what’s your bestseller about?” I asked.
“What?”
“Your book. You’re doing all of this crazy shit to get a book deal. What’s the book about?”
“I don’t like to talk about it.”
“Yet you want millions of people to read it.”
She thrust her butt back at me. “Shut up.”
“Don’t wiggle your sweet ass at me, babe. You know I’ll get hard and have no choice but to fuck you again.”
“Hey, if it changes the subject, it’s worth the effort.”
“Worth the effort… damn.”
Liv turned her head and smiled. “
What? You don’t like feeling like a whore, Nash?”
I didn’t say anything back.
All I knew right then was that Liv was worth everything. Whatever happened from here on out, she was worth it.
I squeezed her tighter and let out a long breath.
“It’s a stupid small town story,” Liv whispered. “About friends, family, love, that kind of thing. Growing up and thinking things won’t change, but they always do. Who slept with who? Who got pregnant? Who went to college? Who didn’t? This woman left town to be a famous singer, only to come back to town thinking things are the same since she failed at singing, but it’s changed. So her entire life is upside down. She tracks down her high school sweetheart and there’s a spark there but he’s engaged to a woman who’s pregnant. It’s a messy literary and somehow a romantic story.”
I smirked. “Too bad I don’t read. I might actually enjoy that.”
“Too bad, Nash,” she said. “You’re just a dumb rock star with a nice dick.”
“I don’t hear you complaining, babe,” I whispered as I kissed her shoulder.
Liv laughed and shut her eyes.
I watched her fall asleep.
And the only reason I let her go was to go out on the balcony and smoke a joint.
I stood there naked, staring down at the crazy city where I had made a name for myself.
Behind me in my bed was the woman who I wanted to make a whole name for myself.
But reality was a cruel bitch.
I was a fucking rock star.
She was looking to go east and sit in cafes in the fall and write lovey-dovey shit.
My mind buzzed.
I touched my chest.
My heart was beating.
Which was good.
My heart whispered Liv’s name.
I wasn’t sure if that was good.
16
OLIVIA
I woke draped in silk sheets and visions of Nash running through my mind. I woke up ready to go and I had to shut my eyes and bite my lip to calm down. Only because I was alone in his gigantic bed.
The room was dark and cool. It had no smell to it. Just air. Not a single thing hung on the walls either. It was the cleanest, almost bare bedroom I’d ever seen, yet that somehow spoke louder than if Nash had hung a million posters on the walls.
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