All Fired Up

by Madelynne Ellis

  ‘I really bloody missed you, you know.’ He dropped a kiss right by his fingertip.

  Ginny breathed in the spirit of him: bad boy, leather and a hint of cologne. ‘I missed you too, but I’m glad I went home. There were things that needed doing that were long overdue.’ Things she ought to have dealt with years ago, and had let stagnate because she had no reason to revisit them. Now she had every reason.

  ‘No more stinky socks,’ he joked.

  ‘No more stinky anything, hopefully.’ To her relief he didn’t seek to dive into the details, but then looking at him, in his leathers and his shirt, with his sunglasses hooked into the top pocket, and his collection of icons on leather thongs around his wrists and neck, she realised he had only one real focus. As luck would have it, it magically aligned perfectly with her own view of what they should do next.

  ‘So.’ Ash rubbed his nose against hers. ‘I know we’ve just gone public, but how about we find somewhere private, because I distinctly heard you mention the word stockings to Xane.’

  ‘Imagining you’re going to get your end away?’ She hooked her hands beneath the seat of his leathers, and squeezed his gloriously tight glutes.

  Ash whistled, and only squirmed a little. ‘Lady, I’m counting on it, because if I don’t do something with this stick in my pants, then wowing the crowd later is going to be agony.’

  ‘Can’t have that,’ she agreed.

  * * *

  ‘Um, I’m not really sure about the tent,’ Ash remarked a few minutes later as they approached her little green dome. ‘I mean, I’m all for snuggling up, but if that’s a two-man tent, then I’m a Martian.’

  ‘Nonsense, it’s cosy.’ She patted the top of her festival tent so that it didn’t get offended. All right, admittedly there wasn’t a huge amount of space inside, especially as her rucksack was on the large size, but how much space did two people who planned on getting horizontal together actually need? Maybe six feet by three? The tent was that and a little more; well, if you measured diagonally.

  ‘I don’t suppose it’s bigger on the inside?’

  Ginny crouched to unzip the door. At least the camping areas had decent drainage; the surrounding fields were something of a muddy lake.

  Ash dipped down behind her. ‘Cramped,’ he moaned, resting his chin on her shoulder so that he could see inside. ‘There’s more space on my bunk, which also sports a mattress and surround sound.’

  ‘I’ve no problem heading there.’ She expected him to quash the suggestion immediately, since he’d been so desperate to keep her off the tour bus so far, but he actually seemed to be weighing up the possibility. Eventually though, he did shake his head. ‘More comfy maybe, but a lot less privacy. Plus, if Sally spots me, she’ll demand I do something consequential, like give Ava Leigh another bloody exclusive.’

  ‘Doesn’t she like you?’

  He pursed his lips and pressed his thumb to the centre of the pucker. ‘Do you mean Sally or Ava? Because I know Sally’s ace at PR but she really doesn’t like any of us. She doesn’t get rock ’n’ roll. She thinks we should all behave like nice young gentlemen and do as we’re told. She has to swallow a boxful of Kalms every time we perform. As for Ava … she’s just a champion bitch, and she likes me for what she can get out of me, in the same way she likes every other guy or girl she interviews.’

  ‘So you’ve shagged her in the past.’

  Ash released a sudden peal of explosive laughter and straightened up so he could throw his head back.

  ‘It’s a reasonable assumption based on your sexual history.’

  ‘Even I have some standards. No, I haven’t shagged her. You’d probably like the story of how it didn’t happen, though. Get me drunk enough and I might even tell you it some time.’

  She pouted, vexed by the implication that there was a secret she wasn’t privy to, but also relieved not to be sidetracked from her purpose, which was to get him into her palace pronto and then get him inside her. ‘No fair, Ash.’ She peeped up at him with the blue sky behind him. ‘You know I’m not allowed to get you drunk. Sixty thousand fans, remember.’

  ‘Babe, I’m already drunk on you. Flash me something good and I’ll probably fall flat.’

  She knew just the thing. Ginny stretched out one leg, showing off her calf-length boots and the fishnets above. Once she had his attention, she flipped up the hem of her skirt to reveal her stocking-tops.

  ‘Oh, my! Is that … are those garters?’ His voice had a little hitch in it that made him sound breathless, just the way she liked him.

  ‘Could be,’ she teased. Amazing what a few bits of lace could do to him. ‘Maybe you’d like to take a look at what’s written on them.’

  His knees hit the floor pronto. ‘Black Halo.’ He reverently traced the red embroidered letters around the centre of the black lacy band. ‘Bootlegs.’ He wagged a finger at her in mock annoyance. ‘Naughty, naughty, young lady. You realise I’m going to have to confiscate them.’

  ‘Yeah.’ She wriggled backwards into the tent, which brought Ash as far as the doorway. ‘I might have some other illicit items on my person too.’

  ‘Really,’ he drawled, stretching out and crawling towards her, in a way that was so darn sexy, she wished her tent was bigger just so that she had further to wriggle and there’d be further to see him sexy-crawl. ‘I think you’d better show me.’

  ‘Oh … um …’ She rotated the waistband of her skirt, so that she could loosen the zip and wriggle free of it. As expected, his gaze settled on the apex of her thighs, where, in place of her usual tiny panties, she was sporting something with a bit more leg.

  ‘What’s all this?’

  He put one hand on her knee to still her. Then he was over her, his warm breath tickling the bare skin between her garter and the bottom of her underwear.

  ‘These look like boy’s pants.’

  ‘Yeah,’ she squeaked. ‘I think they might be. Might be yours, actually. May have stolen them when you were staying over.’

  Real laughter spilled from his lips as he saw the red lettering she’d added with fabric paint over the section that covered her slit. Hands Off! Property of Ashley Gore.

  ‘What do you think? Will it keep the bad men away?’ she asked, peeping at him through her eyelashes.

  ‘All except this very, very bad one.’ He dived at her. ‘You know, I think I might just have changed my mind about this here canvas cavern too.’

  ‘I thought you said it was pokey.’

  ‘Something around here is definitely pokey.’ He fiddled with the zip on the outer canvas and, since he refused to take his eyes off her, utterly failed to close it. On her knees, Ginny went to his aid and speedily zipped them in, before turning her attention to the equally fiddly buttons of his shirt. She got all but one unfastened, and the cotton pushed off his shoulders, before his arms encircled her and he shoved his hands under her top.

  ‘No bra,’ he murmured appreciatively, as fingers roughened by playing guitar stroked her nipples. ‘I need you naked, right now, except from this and this.’ He pointed to her garters and the figure-hugging boxers.

  ‘And what about what I want, Mr Gore?’ she asked, while nibbling the swell of his Adam’s apple.

  ‘What do you need?’

  ‘To be banged so hard I can still feel your cock inside me tomorrow.’ She turned, intending to move so they’d have space to lie down, but Ash snagged hold of her around the waist. His chest collided with her back and his lips with the pulse-point in her neck, which he sucked until she was liquid in his arms.

  ‘Your wish is my command.’ One hand slid down inside her knickers. Two fingers stroked along her landing strip, found the little jewel through her clitoral hood and gave it a gentle tug, before he dipped into her heat. She was soaked at once, muscles fluttering around his broad digits in welcome. The heel of his hand worked against her clit. ‘It’s been way too long, woman. You should never have left me. My cock is like granite just from the scent of you.’ He brief
ly pulled his fingers from her pussy, so that he could push them into his mouth. A bone-deep groan rippled up his throat. ‘Fuck, Ginny, you taste better than chocolate.’

  She reached back, aiming for the top of his fly, misjudged and found the swell of his shaft instead. He was like a baton, stiffer than she’d known a man could get, yet still so beautifully warm and vital. She set him free and stroked him slowly, deliberately, listening to the hiss of his indrawn breath.

  ‘Got to get inside you right now.’

  Good, because that’s exactly where she wanted him to be too. They were both too needy to take this slowly. They needed to be fastened together, slaking their need by rubbing the most sensitive areas of their bodies together.

  Her blouse and vest top hit the sides of the tent, along with elbows and knees as they tried to strip off clothes – mostly hers – in the confined space, because she rather liked how he looked with his shirt snagged on one shoulder and his leathers tangled around his knees. It made it ruder somehow, and rude and crude turned her on.

  Once he had her mostly naked, he tipped her forwards onto all fours, raised her hips so that her butt stuck in the air, and slid her rucksack beneath her as a pillow for her hips. Down and off came her stolen underwear. Then his fingers pushed back into her again, and a moment later the head of his cock was inside her pussy.

  Ginny stilled, savouring that first taste of him. The moment when their bodies said a glorious hello to one another, and the anticipation of bliss ratcheted all the way up to eleven.

  He filled her up, snatching her breath away, then made her croon as he withdrew. Again … Again … Damn, that was perfect. Her pussy clenched, trying to hold him. Their flesh slapped together as he pounded her, making her feel every stroke just as she’d begged and continued to beg him to do.

  ‘Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me the night you left me stewing and corrupted Spook with your deviant schemes.’

  Memories of that ridiculously erotic phone conversation and the artwork it had produced had fuelled her fantasies ever since. Not that she believed she’d corrupted Spook. That man was every bit as kinky as the rest of his bandmates. In fact, she reckoned he could probably give most of them lessons in perversion and its many and varied forms.

  ‘There’s payback due.’ Ash cheekily massaged her rear entrance with his thumb. ‘It’ll sneak up on you, catch you when you’re least expecting it.’

  She trusted him enough to only tease her back there. He knew it wasn’t her thing. ‘I bet you have it all planned out.’

  ‘I’ve a thought or two. Might have to hire a consultant, though, to flesh it all out.’

  ‘Spook?’

  ‘Xane.’

  Oh, God! If he was consulting a sex addict, heaven help her. ‘I bet you learned everything you know from him, didn’t you?’

  A chuckle rumbled in his throat. ‘About some things maybe, but not about how best to do this.’ He slowed down and rolled his hips in a subtler way that seemed to catch some crazily sensitive spot on the wall of her pussy. Very much of that and she’d come apart. Then again, that seemed to be what he was aiming for.

  She shattered a few short breaths later, while her sheath clung to him, seizing everything he had.

  ‘Pull out,’ she demanded, still blinking and puffing out each breath in a futile attempt to steady her jellified limbs.

  It made them both cry out when he obeyed.

  Ginny turned to face him, shoving the rucksack behind her as something to lean on. Knees bent, she spread her legs wide and began to stroke herself, rekindling the fire that had blazed so fiercely moments before.

  ‘I think you’re trying to kill me,’ Ash wheezed. His cock stuck out like an arrow, aimed directly at her pussy.

  ‘Stroke yourself. I only got to see the still of you that Spook took, not the live action version.’

  ‘Are you going to let me back inside you if I do?’

  ‘Maybeees.’ She grinned broadly. ‘But only after you’ve come. First, I want you to get your cream all over me. Here,’ she directed, patting her clit, ‘let’s see if you can hit the target.’

  Ash inched forward, his leathers still tangled around his knees. There was something about seeing him stroke himself that made her insides go into fever-like overload. It wasn’t just Ash, though he made a very pleasing go of it; she’d always been turned on by guys touching themselves. She liked the straining and striving involved. The tendons in Ash’s arms stood proud of the skin. Everything turned incredibly frantic, then he was there, doing exactly as she’d asked, splashing his come all over her and leaving her messy.

  She tugged him close as the final jet splattered her labia, so that he found his way back inside her. He was losing his rigidity, but was still good for several slow, shiver-inducing strokes. ‘Stay there,’ she insisted when he seemed about to pull out. She liked the way their hips and bodies nestled together. She had a feeling he’d be hard again soon enough, anyway, especially when she kept gently squeezing him.

  Ash found her mouth and covered it with slow, meaningful kisses. ‘I love you, Ginny. I’m pretty sure I want to keep you.’ His eyelashes fluttered, tickling her cheek. ‘You realise I’ve never done this before.’

  ‘Come all over someone?’

  ‘Gone in bare,’ he explained. He peeped at her, clearly concerned. His teeth dug into his lower lip. ‘Sorry. That was dumb and irresponsible too.’ He made to withdraw, but she clamped hold of his butt to keep him still. Pulling out now wouldn’t make any difference. Gently she kissed the mark he’d made on his lip. ‘If I’d been concerned I’d have stopped you. I wanted to feel you this way. I like how silky smooth it makes it.’

  ‘It’s stupid, though, given my past.’

  ‘I know,’ she said, still nibbling at the edges of his lips. Not that she was any sort of saint either. ‘I also know you play safe, Ash, and that your best mate drags you off to get checked out regularly. I got myself assessed too, while I was home. So, this is OK, if you’re OK with it.’

  He was trembling ever so slightly. ‘What about the other part of staying safe?’

  ‘Covered, but nothing’s a hundred per cent.’

  ‘I guess that makes us pretty committed.’

  ‘Yeah,’ she said. The notion gave her a thousand-volt thrill. ‘I guess it does.’

  Ash did pull away then, but only to search amongst his clothing. ‘Then I think you’d best start wearing my ring. Well, half a ring.’ He produced the little J-curved barbell they’d bought back in Antwerp. ‘Trust me to do this right?’ he asked.

  ‘I do.’

  Chapter 17

  One of the things Ash loved about playing festivals was the party atmosphere, whatever the weather. When Black Halo took to the stage a little while later, ready to rock some serious ass, the crowd were fired up and totally ready to riot along with them. They lapped up all their onstage antics. Ash felt playful and Rock Giant was bouncing about too, and for once everything seemed to work as planned as they all poured their energy and passion into the music to deliver one kickass number after another. Ash was still buzzing from his in-tent make-out session with Ginny, and feeling loved-up and hyper-alert. Spook’s fingers were flying fast enough to produce sparks as he owned the fretboard of his purple Washburn like it had been sutured to his hands at birth, and best of all, touch wood – he stamped the floor – Iain hadn’t made a single mistake or screwed up their rhythm with an out-of-sync beat.

  They’d cracked it, and were finally playing as a band at their level ought.

  The key definitely seemed to have been scratching ‘Fatal Error’ from the set and replacing it with a less driving but equally intense number that relied more on Rock Giant’s bass wizardry than on Iain for the underlying beat.

  When a couple of bulbs popped overhead and plunged the centre of the stage into semi-darkness, Ash only registered the blip on the periphery of his vision, but the shadow that dropped a few moments later caught his attention immediately. ‘Xane
, look out.’ He hadn’t time to even jerk forward before the object landed in an explosion of discordant notes. Fragments blasted upwards and outwards, peppering the stage with splintered glass.

  ‘Missed me,’ Xane quipped, to a thunderous roar of approval. Complete badass that he was, he made the moment feel natural, as if it was part of the set, and not something that still had the rest of them half out of their skins with shock.

  Ash wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve. All the guys were looking shaken except Iain, sitting way back behind a wall of drums. He merely looked as if someone had stroked his fur the wrong way, which was pretty much how he’d been since the tour began.

  ‘How are you all hanging tonight, Roskilde?’ Xane breathed into the mic.

  The reply was an incomprehensible wall of sound made by hands and feet and voices.

  ‘Hope you don’t find the poltergeist upsetting.’ He threw a dark glance up to the rafters, as he crunched across the splintered glass heading towards Spook. ‘Say hello to the filthy beasts out there, Mr Mortensen.’

  Spook played a few riffs and bade the crowd good evening in his native tongue, after which Xane winked and put together his hands and clapped. He got their audience high-clapping too.

  Next, he came prowling over to Ash, allowing the roadies to run on and clear up some of the mess.

  ‘Hi, Ash,’ Xane purred, in a way that sent chills across Ash’s body. Xane smiled in that salacious way that just edged up the corner of his mouth. ‘Don’t you think he’s looking pretty hot tonight, ladies? It’s the hair, right?’

  Ash gave it a flick.

  ‘What’s that, you love his sexy body?’

  More roars of affirmation greeted them.

  ‘That shirt needs to come off.’

  ‘What are you up to?’ Ash mouthed, trying not to look too concerned about the blood running down Zane’s cheek that definitely wasn’t fake.

  ‘Distraction,’ he mouthed back. He prowled behind Ash and threw an arm around his waist. ‘Oh, by the way.’ He sounded breathy and ludicrously sexy. ‘Did I mention that I’m fucking horny?’