I look up at him, a wide smile taking over my face.
“I love you, Kells.”
“I love you too, Roy.”
It doesn’t help that we’re stuck in traffic, and it damn sure doesn’t help that we’re gazing into one another’s eyes, seeing all the love we have for one another. Reaching up, he cups my cheek and strokes it with the pad of his thumb. His breathing grows heavier, and somehow, my breaths slow down. His thumb makes its way down to the corner of my lips, caressing it delicately. Gently.
“I don’t get how anyone could leave you,” he whispers. “Or treat you wrong. You’re perfect.” Placing a hand on my thigh, Roy leans in closer, and my breath hitches. I tilt my head up, our lips only a sliver away from touching. Neither of us goes in for the kill, though. With his other hand, he presses the button to roll the privacy window up in front of us. I hear Stan chuckle, and as if he knows exactly what’s about to happen, he turns the volume of the radio up.
A song by Drake fills the car, and I chew on my lip. I can’t take this anymore. In an instant, I’m climbing on his lap, attacking his lips, threading my fingers through his long, silky hair. I push his hair all the way back, wanting to see every single one of his features. He always hides behind his hair, and I can’t stand it.
As if knowing what I’m thinking, Roy reaches in his pocket and pulls out a rubber band. He ties his hair back and tilts his head, smiling up at me. “Better?”
“Much,” I murmur, diving back in for another taste of him. I never, in a million years, thought I’d be making out every single day with Roy Sykes. Never. I was just a simple girl, looking for the best in life, but now, I have him, and it feels… right.
I can feel him straining against his jeans. He’s thick and hard, and I’m craving every part of him. After his interview today, I want to make everything better. I don’t want him to think I’ll ever leave him. I don’t care how much he travels or how much he works, I understand his lifestyle. I get it.
I trust him.
And I’m far from selfish. I’ll always be here for him to come back home to. I’ll always be here to take care of him.
Moaning, I braid my fingers in his hair with one hand, cupping his scruffy jawline with the other. He grunts, shifting below me, and centering his erection. I pull back, staring down at his swollen, red lips. He smiles up at me, his eyes lazy… sexy. “Take off your panties, Kells.”
“In here?” I whisper.
“Yes. In here.” His voice is firm.
With ease, I slide off his lap and reach down to pull my panties off. They hit the floor of the limo, and he stares at me, his eyes dark and in need. Grabbing my hand, he brings me toward him again, studying me. His gaze makes me feel uneasy, but I try and remain bold. He has a way of tempting yet making me feel self-conscious of every action I make with him.
Roy unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and lifts his hips to slide them down. He pulls his boxers down next, freeing his thick cock. A warm, fuzzy feeling flows through me, and the more I stare at his swollen member, the more I crave it between my legs.
I lean down closer, feeling the heat of him. I fist him, and he groans, looking down at me, yearning for me to continue.
And I do.
I want to taste him. I want every inch of him in my mouth. Roy tenses, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. I place a hand on his thigh to keep him still, and in a matter of seconds, his cock enters my mouth and I bob my head up and down as he groans and whispers, “Yes.”
I slide back up, sticking my tongue out and licking his pre-cum away. I clench below, wanting to ease my way on top of him and slowly slide down until every inch is deep inside me. I want him to want me just as much. I look up, soaking in the entire length of him, and he knocks his head back, holding in an evidently loud groan.
“Get up here,” he says, tugging on my arm. “I don’t wanna cum yet. I need to be inside you.”
Need. Fuck. His words always make me tingle. I straddle him, placing kisses on his neck as he does the same. I keep a tight hold around his neck, feeling the tip of his cock at my entrance.
I ease him into me, and the deeper he gets, the deeper my moans become. I tilt my head back, embracing this feeling. His thickness consumes me, and once he’s all in, I begin to ride him. I move back and forth as he keeps one hand on my ass, the other grabbing the collar of my dress to yank it down. He frees my breasts, leaving no time to suck on each nipple. I bounce on top of him, whispering for him to keep going. Tightening his grip on my ass, he raises his hips and moves with me in rhythm. I deepen the swivel of my hips each time, and he curses beneath his breath.
“Fuck… fuck, Kelsey.”
Saying my name only makes me go faster. The traffic starts to pick up, the music in the car seems louder, but I’m not worried about any of that. All that matters right now is pleasing him, getting him to that point of bliss so I can follow. It doesn’t take very long to reach it. The faster I ride him, the deeper I claw into his shoulders. He sucks in a few breaths, as if he isn’t ready to release yet—like he wants this to last forever—but I’m ready, and I want him to ignite and explode with me.
“Just let go,” I whisper, reaching behind me to stroke his balls. “I’m almost there, baby.”
I know my words get to him. He tenses. His lips crush mine, and I moan. I want to scream from the rooftops but I refrain. Moaning into his mouth, my body trembles and shudders. I rock my hips, feeling the heat escape me as I simultaneously soak him up.
“Shit, Kells,” Roy whispers, loosening his hold around my ass. I tilt my head back briefly, disbelieving I actually rode him in a limo. This was our first time in a limo, and damn, if it wasn’t unbelievable. Lifting up, I slouch beside him, breathing rapidly, a goofy grin on my lips.
“You liked that?” Roy asks.
I look up at him, nodding. “More than you know.”
“Just wait ‘til we get to the condo. I’m not done with you just yet.”
Biting a smile, I sit up, wrapping my arms around him. A question that I’ve had since we left that magazine company hits me again, and I sigh. “What are you gonna do when the paparazzi starts asking questions about your article?” I ask. “They’ll be hounding you.”
“What I always do. Ignore them. The question is, though,” he says, tilting my chin with his forefinger. “What are you going to do?”
“Well… nothing much.”
“They’ll be hounding you, too, you know,” he adds.
“Yeah, I know.” And I hate that they will. Ever since Roy and I became official, I see cameras and lights everywhere. It’s ridiculous, and sometimes it scares me because those people can get very aggressive. I’ve been told over and over by Roy, the band, and even Eliza that they will not give up until they get answers. I believe every word of it, but for now, I’ll keep my lips sealed. I won’t let too much get out.
“What’s going on up there?” Roy asks, tapping my forehead.
“Just… thinking.”
“About…?”
I look up, narrowing my eyes. “Mimicking me, are you?”
He laughs and then leans down to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry about them, Kells. I guess this is the price you have to pay for dating me, huh?”
“Hey, the price is worth it. Those people mean nothing when I have you,” I say.
“That so?”
“Yup.”
It only takes ten more minutes for us to arrive at the condo. Roy and I hop out and rush for the front doors before anyone can see us. We laugh along the way, pressing the button for the twenty-second floor. As soon as we’re inside, I let out a deep breath of relief, absorbing his home.
“I’m starving,” Roy says, slipping out of his shirt and tossing it on the bed. I follow him into the bedroom, slipping out of my dress and entering the closet. I scan the racks of clothes for something comfortable to wear, and just when I’m about to ask him what he’d like to eat, I feel the heat of his body sneak up behind me. His
arms wrap around me, and I gasp as his warm, damp lips touch my neck. I’m on fire, inside and out, as his hands roam my body, cupping my breasts. His tongue toys with the lobe of my ear, and I tilt my head back, sinking into him. “Told you I wasn’t done. Come here,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the closet, toward the bed.
He twirls me around, and I land on my back. He then demands that I spread my legs.
“Roy,” I protest.
He shakes his head, bending on his knees. Locking his large hands around my kneecaps, he pushes them up, taking the line of my panties between his teeth and tugging them down. I moan as his lips run over my core. He breathes me in, his hands still locked around my knees. When I look down, he’s already looking at me, his dark eyes, begging me to watch.
Sucking in his bottom lip, he releases my knees. “Keep your legs open.”
I nod. Although my legs are wobbling like wet spaghetti, I want this. I want this more than anything. Roy was out of town for a few days. He just came back in town yesterday morning but had a busy day running around with FireNine for a few things. But now that his interview is over and he’s all mine tonight, I’m going to enjoy it. Every second of it.
As my thoughts of cherishing my time with him consume me, his hot tongue presses on my clit, and I release a heavy gasp, fisting his hair. “Weren’t ready?” he asks, lifting up, his mouth still hovering.
I shake my head. “Not at all.”
“Good.” He goes in for the kill again, sticking his tongue out and applying the right amount of pressure. A noisy moan escapes me as I keep my hand locked in his hair. He moves his head up and down, growling and grumbling as he devours my juices. His hands latch around my hips to pull me closer, and his tongue catches speed. My legs weaken, and I start to close them, but he stops and lifts up, shaking his head.
“You close them, and I’ll stop, Kells,” he warns.
Holy shit. I don’t want him to stop. Not anytime soon. I open my legs again, and he doesn’t hesitate to taste me, suck me, or take my swollen clit between his teeth. He slides a finger inside me, adding to the sensation. I screech, scratching at the sheets, my back arching. Heat consumes me, making its way from my throat to the delicate spot between my legs. I feel every part of me tense up and then release. An orgasmic cry fills the room, and Roy groans. I can feel him smiling as I fill his mouth with my release. He sucks gently as my body lowers on the bed again. One last lick, one more shudder from me, and he’s right beside me. My head comes to a rest on his inked chest.
“That was…”
“Yes?” he gloats.
“Amazing.”
“Just wanted to show how much I missed you.” He kisses my forehead. “With that and some cuddling on the couch later.”
“Cuddling sounds great. Movies, too?”
Roy sits up with a nod, and I flop on my back again, my eyes sealed, still reeling from that mind-blowing orgasm. “I’ll order some Chinese or something. You shower up. Get ready for round three.”
Giggling, I sit up and watch him carry his self out the door. His hips swing, and the dimples on his lower back add to the sexiness of his half-naked walk. Damn, I still can’t believe he’s mine.
Roy
Two days later and it’s Saturday morning. Kelsey is lying beside me, her eyes sealed tight as she breathes evenly. Reaching up, I run the back of my hand across her cheek, along her jawline, and then over her satin-like bottom lip. Her nose wrinkles when I touch it, and I smile, shaking my head.
I don’t get how someone could leave her behind. To be honest, although I hate to admit it, Kells has similarities to Rose in her life. Kells had a boyfriend who was never around, and whenever he was, he treated her wrong. I guess that was the difference. Tommy treated Rose like a queen when he was around, but when he was gone, he was nothing but a jackass. With Kells’s ex, he treated her like crap, whether he was with her or not, and I think the only reason she put up with him was because she felt like she wasn’t worth anyone else’s time. She figured no one else wanted her.
That was a damn lie.
As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew she was different. I knew she was going to bring a change in me. Kells has the looks and the personality to capture any man she wants. She’s gorgeous, inside and out. Her loser of an ex lost out on someone spectacular. Now, she’s all mine, and no one’s taking her away from me. No one.
Kelsey’s eyes flutter and pop open. She stares into mine and gives me a lazy grin. “I love seeing your face in the mornings.”
“Same here,” I whisper.
She adjusts herself in the bed, taking a look at the alarm clock to her right. “7:30. It’s so early. What are you doing up?” she asks, turning her gaze on me again.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Why?” Her face grows serious, and I’m not sure whether I should tell her the truth or not. I know she’s tired of hearing about what I feel inside; she just doesn’t want to admit it. Shit, I hate hearing about her ex. I’m sure she’s tired of hearing about mine. “Roy,” she murmurs, placing a soft hand on top of mine. “You can tell me anything. I’ve told you this.”
I look away from her concerned eyes and flop on my back to stare at the ceiling. “I know, but it’s nothing. Just stuff with the band,” I say instead. No need to bring up something that won’t change anything. It’s the past. I just can’t figure out why I can’t stop thinking about her. That interview brought back way too many memories. “We have a show tonight. We’re performing for a birthday. Sweet sixteen.”
“Sooo… what’s the problem then?” I look at her again, and one of her eyebrows is arched. “You love performing. You should be excited.”
“I was just trying to figure out how to ask you to come with me… just hoping you weren’t going to be too busy for me…”
Her mouth clamps shut, and a coy smile forms on her lips.
“And I was also trying to figure out how to tell you that we’re going shopping. I wanna get you something to wear… that is, if you want to. I know you’re tired of playing dress-up.” I laugh a little. Ever since Ben showed Kells how to dress, she’s been obsessed with the latest trends, but she’s also worn from trying to uphold her polished look. I take a big role in that. Our relationship is no secret. People are always hounding her. I don’t mind if she wears sweatpants and T-shirts. It’s the paparazzi and the fans that give her hell about it. I don’t think she’s touched a magazine since we started dating. She hates the rumors and the lies. She hates assumptions. I don’t blame her. I haven’t read a magazine since the band was picked up. The lies and bullshit I see aren’t worth the depression.
“Roy, that’s sweet, but don’t you have to practice this afternoon? Before the show?”
“Shit. Yeah.” I completely forgot about that.
“Well,” she says, coming toward me and running her hand down my chest. She stares into my eyes again, bringing her other hand up to push my hair away from my face. “How about I just go with Eliza. We were supposed to meet up today anyway. You go and practice. You need it. You’ve gotten a little rusty,” she teases.
I burst out laughing as she climbs out of bed and heads for the bathroom. “I highly doubt that.” I want to say more—keep on teasing her—but she’s butt-naked, and all I can think about right now is how to pin her against the nearest wall and slide my dick deep inside her. Her curves are amazing. They’re in all the right places. Hips… breasts…
As if she knows what I’m thinking, she peers over her shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Not today. I have a few projects to drop off at work, and then I’ll be meeting Eliza. I’m texting her now. I know she and Dalton are tired of being cooped up at home. She needs to breathe a little. Maybe I can get her to call a babysitter so she can come to the party, too!”
Climbing out of bed, I take slow strides toward her. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into me. Her round ass sinks into my groin, and I stifle a groan. Tilting her head back and dropping her phon
e on the vanity, Kelsey wraps one arm around my neck, the other reaching behind to grab hold of my dick.
“You are so hard-headed,” she breathes out.
“Hard is right,” I whisper in her ear.
She spins around, locking her hand around mine. “In the shower. Now,” she demands. “This has to be quick, though.”
I can’t help the wide smile on my lips as she drags me toward the bathroom. I love the sound of that.
It isn’t too long before the boys and I are at club Aster. We arrive in a black SUV, shocked that there are so many cars parked around the building already.
“A lot more people tonight than I thought,” Montana says, gazing out.
“Nothing we can’t handle.” Gage shrugs. The truck comes to a complete stop, and I take in a deep breath.
“Actually, we might want to reconsider that. Girls are everywhere. It’s gonna be a battle just to get through,” Deed mutters.
Deed and I stand as Montana and Gage remain seated. “I need a drink,” I mumble.
“I’m in the same boat. Might as well get this over with, right?” Deed caps my shoulder, smiling a little. I nod, but before I push open the door, I shut my eyes. This is always the part I don’t like, having to barge through all of these females. I don’t like to hurt their feelings, but when they start touching and grabbing, I have no choice but to tell them to ease up. Most of them pout, and I hate it because I feel like I’ve just lost a fan, but I don’t want to end up banged up and scratched before I perform. We have two bodyguards who walk us to the door, but ever since Gage told them to hold off on getting the girls away, they’ve slacked on the job. How they’re allowed to slack off and still get paid, I really don’t know.
Without another second to waste, I open the door and hop out. Loads of screams fill my eardrums, and I fight a smile. I guess, after a while, it feels good to be wanted. To be appreciated. I can’t ask for more enthusiastic fans.
Deed climbs out with his so-called “lucky drumsticks” in hand and waves at the wild girls behind the ropes. They holler at the top of their lungs, clambering over each other, wailing, and stretching their arms for a feel of us as we walk by.
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