by Amber Nicole
The water shuts off, and she reaches for her towel. I watch her like a perv as she dries off. She bends down and I groan.
“You know you should’ve just joined me,” she says sassily, not turning around. She wiggles her ass in invitation so I move closer. Her back hits my bare chest and she shivers. I bend down and kiss her neck then move to her ear, “I wanted to wait until you were dry and dripping for me, not from the water of the shower,” I say, nipping her earlobe. She whimpers and spins to take my lips with hers. I dominate her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip. I love kissing this girl, the way her soft lips feel on mine and the small breathy moans that escape her, make me rock hard and satisfied at the same time.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” I groan while kissing down her neck, when I reach her collarbone I give it a small nip, and she gasps, making my dick harder, as if that was possible.
Ever since that heated kiss, and the day at May’s farm, I’ve been dying to bend her over something or shove her against a wall and let my body control hers. The short sundresses she loves to wear drive me insane.
“Lay, stop teasing me.” she begs before placing her hand on my cock, giving it a few strokes. I bring my mouth back to hers and we don’t make it to the bed like I planned. I shove her against the door, and kiss down her body. I reach her belly button and suck on the ring she has there. She gently places her hand on my head and runs her nails through my hair, slowly pushing me lower. I love seeing how much she has changed since that night with J and me. The confidence she has now only makes her hotter. I place kisses as I reach her thighs avoiding the heat between them.
“Please,” she whimpers and I cave. I take her leg and rest it over my shoulder, breathing her in. I’ve never done this before, and I’m nervous she's going to tell from my lack of skills. I have never wanted to do this for a girl before. J is the one who was always into eating a girl out. I much preferred to suck him off as he did it, but after watching him bring Cara so much pleasure, I want to do that too.
I must have stopped because she starts to wiggle and grip my hair a little harder. I gently lick from her thigh to her center. Tasting, exploring, listening to the way she moans, learning how to pleasure her body the way she needs. Her moans get louder and I increase my pressure, every time I lick her clit she jolts so I stay there, flicking my tongue back and forth as fast as I can. Her legs start to shake and her moans turn to begging. I reach up and grip one of her perfect breasts, giving her nipple a little pinch.
“More. I need more please.” she begs. I grip her other leg and wrap them both around my head pressing a palm to her stomach to hold her to the wall. “Oh my god.” she yells before clawing my scalp in panic. I remove my face from her thighs and glance up at her. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let you fall,” I tell her, before going back to eating her as if she’s a homemade dessert just for me.
She relaxes and starts to grind into my face. She may think nothing of what I just said, or that I just mean at this moment, but I’ve made the decision that Penny is going down in some way. I won’t have her destroy one of the best things in my life.
Jase
I walk into Cara’s bedroom after striking out in town. Can you believe a small town like this actually cards at the bars? Or that I got carded, but East didn’t. We’re twins for fucksakes. East and I turned twenty-one before college started, but our dumbasses left our wallets here. I will go back there before we leave Kansas and prove to that jackass that I am in fact twenty-one years old. I’m still fuming in my head when I freeze, taking in the scene in front of me. I stumble back a step and my dick goes rock hard. Lay has Cara pinned to the bathroom door, licking the cream I miss so much.
“What’s going on here?” I purr and Cara’s eyes flash to mine. She yelps and Lay moves away from her dripping pussy. I can smell it from here and my mouth starts to water. She gives me a glare and points to the bed. “You, mister, do not deserve this treat so you will sit there like a good little boy and watch as Lay brings me infinite pleasure,” she growls before tossing her head back and moaning. Lay has resumed licking her, leaving space so I can see his tongue part her folds. She’s so pink and glistening. I don’t move, and she grips Lay's head stopping him. He looks back at me with pleading eyes, and I give in. I mean, watching can be hot too. “And don’t you dare touch yourself,” she snaps. I tense up, but nod my head. I deserve this. Yeah, I may deal with guilt, and I have been trying to make things better between us, but if this is what she wants me to do I will. I deserve it after everything, and she still doesn't even know the full story. I glance at the door, and East is watching the show too, with longing in his eyes. He meets my eyes with a sad smile then walks away, quietly shutting the door.
I sit here waiting for my turn as Lay makes Cara scream over and over again. First with his mouth and fingers, then his cock. I’m rock hard to the point it’s starting to hurt, and my fingernails are leaving imprints in my thighs. She told me I couldn’t touch myself, that this is my punishment, and if I wasn’t trying so hard to get back in her good graces, and if her commanding me wasn’t so hot, I would tell her to fuck off. I’m the alpha between us and that won’t be changing, but she’s adorable for trying. Lay, on the other hand, knows I like it when he holds me down and punishes my tight ass. I don’t mind being a switch for him. She unwraps her legs from around his thighs and places her shaky feet to the floor. They talk quietly for a moment before looking at me. Fucking finally.
“I have been the good little boy you wanted me to be, now get your asses over here,” I growl, losing my patience. I rip my clothes off and stand there bare assed with a hard on. Lay tosses Carson over his shoulder and throws her to the bed before gripping my chin and giving me a hard kiss. I taste the tang of her juices from his lips and grip the back of his neck devouring him. Cara groans and bites her lip, watching us. “Why is that so hot?” she mutters. Oh I’ll show her hot. “Touch her while I fuck your mouth,” I tell Lay. He lowers to the bed and gives her a slow, passionate kiss moving his hand lower and rubbing her clit once more. She whimpers and closes her legs, gently pushing him away. I’m not surprised if she’s over-sensitized. I smack his ass and he moans, arching his back. “I told you to suck my dick, Lay. Don’t make me get the belt.” He shivers and spins around, still rubbing her with one hand, this time slower, then grabbing my wrist he tugs me to the bed beside her. Leaning over the top, he starts to kiss down my abs to my hard cock, licking me like his favorite treat. When he swallows me down after a few tries, I moan and grasp Cara’s throat, pulling her lips to mine, and grab his hair with the other, pushing him harder, making him choke. She backs away, eyes full of lust and shoots me a wink, before inching down the bed beside Lay. My eyebrows arch and I groan louder when I feel her little pink tongue run along my shaft, before kissing him. He moans into her mouth and she grins. “I think we should both enjoy him. He was a good boy. I think he deserves a reward,” she says softly to Lay, before gazing up at me. Her hand runs down my abs to my hard cock, before gripping it roughly and swallowing me down. Fuck.
Thirty-Seven
Memphis
I pull into the driveway and turn my car off. My eyes are blurry and I need a nap desperately. This tour is killing me, and the fighting with the band isn’t helping. Alex is getting worse and Dolly is becoming needy. I glance at the dark house and groan. It’s one a.m. and I know my mom and Harry aren't home. They’re currently in Kansas City getting things for Thanksgiving and staying the night. I’ll see them in the morning. I open the car door and grab my phone, I can get my bag tomorrow. Walking over to the side door off the kitchen I turn the knob. They left the microwave light on so I can see my way to the stairs.
I move into the dark house quietly and up the steps to the room my mom said was going to be mine. Cara brought some guests with her for the holiday and I guess they are being resigned to the second floor because Harry refuses to think his baby girl is doing something ‘naughty’ with one of them. My mom’s words
. I reach the third floor and pass Cara’s door, pausing, I turn to knock when a soft breathy moan hits my ears. I freeze and listen as they get louder. My eyes bulge and I quickly shuffle to the room next door. A guy's voice is saying, “That's it babe, show her how I like it.” What the fuck! How many people are in that room right now? I lie on the bed and will my dick to calm down, but the things I’m hearing right now is basically live porn. I don’t think I’ll be able to look Cara in the eye tomorrow. A loud smacking starts and a guy’s grunts overtake her moans, and I know I need to get the fuck out of here. I quietly open my door and haul ass back to my car. I pull out of the driveway and drive to the back of the property where Cara’s old loft is. We used to stay the night out here in the summers, so I know she has some sleeping bags. I unroll a moth-eaten blanket and lean back, gazing at the stars. The crickets chirp and the fall breeze blows. Pretty soon it will be too cold for nights like this.
A notebook catches my eye and I pull it out from under a bale of hay. A smile immediately hits my lips and I laugh. I haven’t seen this in years. It’s one of our old song writing books. I read through a couple using the flashlight on my phone. I’ll have to show this to her, when she’s not having a threesome with her whatever-they-are. I don’t think I’ll ever get what just happened out of my head. I shut the book and turn off my light, then lie back on the blanket and close my eyes. This isn’t the Four Seasons, but it is home.
The next morning, after having a shit sleep, I get back into my car and drive towards the house. I pull in the driveway thankful to see my mom’s car this time, and a big truck. I pull out the little white baggie Dolly slipped in my pocket before I left and sniff a little off my fingertip. I’m going to need it—and a trough of coffee—to get through today. I open my door and stretch. Let’s try this again. I go to my trunk and grab my bag, plus some of the things I have gotten Cara and my mom from on tour. I should have made two trips, but I need a fucking nap. On a bed. I throw the door open and it smacks into the wall. Shit. I move into the entryway and over to the hall table. I drop a few of the bags I was carrying and turn, before I can close the door a flash of blonde hair comes charging at me. I barely catch her as she jumps into my arms and wraps her thighs around my lower back. I instantly go stiff. I haven’t been able to get her moans out of my head all night long. I shift her a bit so she doesn’t realize I’m hard as stone right now.
“Holy shit, shortcake. Warn a guy would you.” I can’t help but chuckle, as she vibrates with her laughter. “I couldn’t help myself. I just missed you so much.” I gaze into her baby blue eyes for a moment before kissing her forehead. She has no idea how much I’ve missed her as well.
The door slamming shut breaks up our hug and I reluctantly lower her back to her feet. I look over her head at a tall guy glaring at me. I think he was at my mom’s wedding. What is his name? I think back to all the guys I was introduced to that weekend. I glance back at him and, whoa, what’s with the hostility? I should be the one angry right now. He, at least, got some ass and slept last night.
I give him a nod and he scoffs. Cara turns to look at what’s going on and rolls her eyes. She places her hands on her hips and gives him a scowl. He looks down almost chagrined, like a sad puppy as she moves closer. “Don’t start your crap, babe. We’re going to have a nice vacation. Aren’t we?” she asks him and he nods, before grabbing her hip and pulling her lips to his. She giggles and I instantly feel nauseous. He tries to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away and places her hand on his cheek, gazing into his eyes. “Okay then. Now go say hi to Memphis, and help me with the dishes.” She gives him one more kiss, then smacks his ass as she walks away. My eyebrows almost reach my hairline. What happened to my sweet, innocent, best friend?
After last night I don’t know what to think.
He moves closer and holds out his hand, “East,” he says. I shake it and he steps back. “I don’t think we were properly introduced last time,” I say and he grunts, before walking away. Man of few words. I follow him to the kitchen and my mom squeals before throwing a dishrag at Harry and running my way for a hug. “Oh my baby. I have missed you so much,” she says, after pulling away. She holds my cheek, gazing into my eyes. “You’re too thin. What has Dolly been feeding you? Let me guess she's a vegetarian, vegan something.” She scoffs and my eyebrows raise at the hostility in her tone. I’ve never met a person my mother didn’t like, but she despises Dolly. Says she has shifty eyes, and she doesn’t trust her a lick. I find it odd since they have never met in person, but whatever, I’m not here to fight about my girlfriend. I didn't bring her after the not so subtle hints from my mom, and to say she was pissed would be an understatement. I pray she doesn’t decide to just pop in. Harry comes up and shakes my hand, pulling me into a hug. I relax into his arms and he laughs, patting me on the back.
“Now we have an even number. I’m trying to talk the guys into a game of flag football while we wait on the turkey to cook. Three of the four are in so far. So what do you say, son?” he asks me with such joy in his eyes I can only agree. He claps his hands and moves towards the door. Oh he means now? I glance down at my rumpled clothes and shrug. “Let me just change first,” I say, spinning to walk out to the hall. I run into a hard chest and step back. “Shit man, I’m sorry,” Connor says, before stepping to the side to let me pass. I give him a nod, grab my bag and find my room once more.
e
After a seriously brutal game of flag football filled with testosterone, we go back inside for quick showers. I’m the first one done and I find Cara alone in the kitchen making homemade gravy. “I’ve missed your cooking,” I tell her and she snorts, before facing me. She points at my stomach and raises a brow. She places her spoon on the drip tray and puts her hands on her hips, giving me a stern look. “Frankie was right. You do look skinny, Memph. Are you doing okay out on tour?” she says, before moving closer to me. She’s so close I can smell her vanilla and peach scent. I close my eyes and take it in, remembering all the days we’ve spent together. I open my eyes expecting to see a young girl with braces in overalls, and instead I see a woman wearing a red and blue sundress, with her hair a mess of curls down her back, gazing at me with love and concern. I step forward when someone clears their throat, snapping me out of what I was just about to do. I step back and give her a smile, “I’m fine, shortcake,” I say, before moving to the table where there is a plate of cookies. I glance back to thank her, but she’s in Layton’s arms, gazing into his eyes. He bends down and kisses her, and she smiles. I wish she would smile like that for me again. The other guys stumble in a few minutes later and I observe as they all help Cara with dinner. Casually touching her and making her laugh. She’s happy. That’s all I have ever wanted for her. But why is watching her making me grind my teeth in annoyance? She steps away from the stove and brings me a glass of cold milk. Setting it in front of me, she shoots me a wink, before going back to her harem of men.
“Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Do you mind telling my dad and Frankie?” she asks the guys and Lay jumps from the counter, giving her a quick kiss, before running outside to tell them. I stand from the table and drop my plate in the sink. My phone rings and I leave the kitchen to answer it in peace. I already know what it’s going to be.
“Hey babe,” I say, answering Dolly’s call.
“Hey, how is your trip going?” she asks me. I glance back into the kitchen and huff. Connor is standing behind Cara as she mashes the potatoes, kissing her neck. Xavier and Jase are just watching like it's normal and I don’t know what to think. “It’s been enlightening to say the least,” I say in response, “How are you doing? How’s Cali?” She went to see her uncle and a friend. I really don’t get their relationship. I found out recently they aren’t actually related. He’s her dad’s best friend. “It’s been great. I just love the beach, just wish the paps would leave me alone,” she says in a low voice. “Hey baby, I have to go but call me later yeah?”
I agree and end the call while
watching the zoo exhibit in the kitchen. I shove my phone in my pocket and use the bathroom by the living room. The little white bag calls to me, so I take another sniff. I wipe my nose of the evidence and lean my head back against the wall, letting the drugs kick in. The door opens and Layton stands there, “Oh fuck, sorry dude,” he says, about to close the door when his eye catches the bag on the counter. He nods, then walks away. Fuck! I grab it and throw it in my pocket chasing after him. “Layton, wait up,” I say. His shoulders tense, but he spins to talk to me. He looks off at the wall, a small tremble running through his body. “Hey, look, it's not what you think. I just need it to get through today,” I say and he meets my eyes. His show fear, and it throws me back. “I didn't mean to walk in on you. I’m sorry, Memphis,” he says in a small voice, and I instantly know. The guy in front of me is on the verge of a flashback. I know because I have them myself. I walk closer and he flinches. “Hey, let’s get some air,” I say softly, and he nods, spinning around and walking towards the front porch. He takes a seat and I plop down next to him on the large porch swing. I look off at the miles and miles of grass and sigh in contentment. “So who was it? Your dad?” I ask and he stares off, finally nodding. I take a deep breath and nod too. “Yeah, me too.” I don’t say anything else, waiting for him to talk.
“How did you know?” he says, before coughing to clear his throat. I laugh, but it’s not a joyous one. “I could see it in your eyes and the way you flinched when I confronted you.” I gaze his way and wait until he meets my eyes. “I would have never hurt you, Layton. I just wanted to ask that you not tell Cara about the drugs.” He nods, then stands and walks back into the house. I lean back and watch the sun as it lowers to the ground. I wish I could just get in my truck, grab Cara and go sit out in the fields, writing silly songs. I miss those days.