by McAdams, Mia
I shake my head, still stunned from everything. “I have no idea. She’s been messaging me, but she didn’t say she was coming to the show, and I had no clue they even knew each other.”
Wolf lets out a breath and speaks to Rory and Rex over my shoulder. “Can you just clean out my room? Just throw everything into bags and toss it onto the van. We need to get out of here.”
He turns to Doug, who’s on his phone, probably with the label. “I’m getting Lyric out of here.”
Doug nods and shakes his hand. “Take care of her.” He hugs me and then nods to his phone. “I’m giving your label a heads-up. They want you to call as soon as you can.”
Wolf agrees and tugs on my hand, but I halt in my tracks. “Wait. I have stuff on your bus.”
Wolf looks at Rory and Rex again. “Grab everything you see out of the drawers. Don’t miss anything.”
“You got it, Wolf,” Rex agrees. He and Rory start to jog off, but Wolf stops them again. They look back, caught off guard.
“Why didn’t you guys stop Crawley from getting on the bus? He hasn’t ridden on that bus in a week.”
Rory and Rex look at each other, their faces red with guilt. “He said he had to grab something, so I unlocked it for him,” Rory explains. “I honestly didn’t think anything of it. Figured he left stuff in his old bunk. I didn’t see the lady with him until I’d already opened the door. That’s when Rex showed up. We were deciding how to handle it when Lyric showed up. I’m sorry, Wolf. I didn’t realize what was going on.”
I watch the expressions on Wolf’s face morph from anger to confusion and then exhaustion. His shoulders slump. “Fine.” He’s not happy, but he takes my hand and leads me to a car. Everyone else is taking a van to the airport.
Derrick and Terese are standing by the row of vehicles, just as confused as most of the onlookers, including me. “We’ll catch up with you guys on the plane,” Wolf tells Derrick. “We need to get out of here. Tell the guys.”
Derrick nods, and Terese squeezes my hand as I pass by.
As soon as we’re alone in the car, Wolf pulls me to him. I relax under the crook of his arm, taking the time to steady my breathing. I think he’s doing the same because it’s a minute or two before he speaks. “You didn’t know your mom was in there with Crawley?”
I shake my head. “No. Not until they walked out of the bus.”
His forehead creases in the center as if he’s trying to put a puzzle together. “Then why were you so upset when I found you? You scared the shit out of me when I saw you crying like that.”
I look at him, remembering the complete gutting of my insides at the thought of him with another girl. “Rex and Rory were trying to keep me out of the bus, and I just got this strange feeling. I walked back to your room and the door was closed. And then I heard them . . . having sex . . . I thought it was you.” Tears well in my eyes again, and I shudder.
His face crumbles, and he pulls me tighter to him. “No fucking way. Never, baby. It’s you and me, okay? No matter what.”
His words are everything. He’s not giving up on me. Not even close. But just the possibility of it being over . . . Had that actually been Wolf back there with a girl, I would be ruined for life. I can feel my body shaking even as Wolf holds me. He kisses my head.
“I know the way I left was awful. It was like panic completely took over, and I couldn’t think straight. My childhood was fucked up, Wolf. Everything was stolen from me, and when I think about it, I just get angry. That morning, that situation, it triggered feelings I’ve suppressed for so long. I may have left that day, but I wasn’t leaving you. I get now that it felt that way, but I don’t want to wake up another day without you. Ever.” I wipe a tear from my face and search his eyes.
When his shoulders fall forward and the crease appears between his eyebrows, I know he believes me. “C’mere.” He pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him. His hands stroke from my neck to the base of my head until his fingers are tangled in my hair and his palms are cupping my head. He’s delicate but needy as he pulls me to his mouth.
His lips are a little burst of heaven, and when his tongue dips into my mouth, I can feel the pending explosion of my heart. It’s like our first kiss all over again, but this time, I don’t hold back. I scoot up in his lap, so I can feel him hard beneath me. He never fails to show me how much he wants me. I grind on him a little, but my focus is on our kiss. I slip my tongue in between his lips and stroke his tongue with mine while one of his hands leaves my hair and presses into my back.
When his mouth moves to my neck, I quiver. He licks and sucks just the way he knows gets me off. “I need to be inside of you.”
I moan. “Now?”
I’m breathing heavily, because I want it, too. Then I look over my shoulder and frown when I see the approaching landing strip. We’re driving right onto the tarmac. “Fuck,” I moan and grind on him again. I lean in, pressing my nose to his while staring back into his eyes. “It’s never been like this for me before, you know? No one makes me feel the way you do. It just makes me crazy when I’m with you, and all I want is to make you feel good.” I kiss him again.
He chuckles a little and nuzzles my neck with his facial hair. “This is my new favorite position. I’ve always liked it with you on top, but this is nice.” He pushes up into me and plants his face in between my breasts. “And these.” He nips my shirt, catching some skin and making me yelp. “I don’t think I can wait until we get to Florida. I need you naked.”
A honk from a nearby vehicle tells us there isn’t going to be time to get naked before our flight. We kiss for a few more minutes, dragging out our time together for as long as possible. When I finally move from his lap, we’re both frazzled and frustrated. I don’t think I’m going to last until Florida, either.
I’ve got the door to the car open when I hear him grunt. I look over. He’s shaking his right fist. “Damn, it really hurts.”
“We need to get you some ice.” I frown.
“I’ll be fine.” He shakes his hand again and then clamps down on it with his other one. “I should probably be careful who I punch since I kind of need this hand.”
I frown. “Will you be able to play?”
“I’ve got a week of recovery time. That’s not what I’m worried about. I can’t finger fuck you as good with my left hand.”
With a tilt of my head, I smile. Wolf’s idea of romance always involves fucking of some kind. “Let’s go catch our flight. If your hand still hurts, I’ll let you watch me finger fuck myself later tonight.”
His narrowed lids bring a smile to my face. He shuffles out of the car behind me. “You can’t say shit like that to me when we have to endure a six-hour flight before I can fuck you again.”
I shrug flirtatiously. “Sorry.”
He slings an arm around my shoulders as we approach the plane. Terese and Derrick are waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs. “You two back together or what?” Derrick asks.
Wolf moves me so that I’m in front of him going up the stairs. “We were never apart, dickhead.”
Derrick laughs while my insides grow warm with happiness and the boulder of unease is lifted from my stomach. I should have never doubted us. I never will again.
Wolf
“So, what are we going to do about Crawley?”
Lyric and Terese fell asleep as soon as the plane took off, so the guys and I decide to have a huddle session to discuss recent events as I ice my throbbing hand. We’re in a section of seats that face each other, and Derrick’s asking all the questions. I know he’s worried. Not that he liked Crawley, but Crawley did serve a purpose when he wasn’t being an asshole.
“Not sure.” I remove the burning ice from my hand and peer down at it. My skin is a palette of blues, red, and greens. A memento of a well-executed beat down. “I have a call with the label in the morning. I sent Presley a text and gave him the short version of the story.”
Presley
is our label representative and another one who can’t stand Crawley’s ass. He was more than happy at the news that the dick was on a one-way trip back to the label. There, he’ll have to answer to the higher-ups who have already promised me he’s out of a job.
Stryder leans in to check out my hand. “Those were some mean throws, dude. I thought you were aiming to kill him.”
“I should have. That asshat had it coming. Crawley got his warning, and he continued to fuck with Lyric. I wasn’t putting up with it. I’ll deal with the consequences.”
“You could have just fired him. Hopefully you don’t get stuck with more PR drama.”
I shrug. “So what if I do. It’ll do wonders for my badass image.”
Hedge snorts. “Good plan. Everyone knows you’ve gone soft with Lyric around.”
I shoot him a glare, although his words don’t actually make me angry. I like that Lyric makes me soft. She makes me hard when it matters. Mostly, she just makes me happy.
I’m surprised to realize how fast I was able to forgive her for leaving, but I won’t dwell on it. Just knowing that Lyric’s here and wants to work things out just as I do is enough. It’s almost as if things are back to normal. Even though she’s still holding onto her secrets, I’ll wait until she’s ready.
“What was Destiny Lane doing on our bus, anyway? Does Lyric know?” Lorraine takes the ice from me and wraps a napkin around it. “Here, keep icing it. We need your hand to work.”
I give her a grateful smile and lean back in my seat. “Nah, Lyric doesn’t know. Destiny’s a piece of work, though. They don’t get along very well, but I don’t know the whole story. I’m sure she was there to see Lyric. Maybe I should have made Crawley talk before I fed him my fist for dinner. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.”
Stryder chuckles. “You realize he’s going to retaliate, right? In whatever dickhead scheme he can come up with.”
I honestly don’t care. “There’s nothing he can do to hurt me worse than when he fucks with Lyric. Those two can’t work together. He’s got a problem with her. Had a problem with her before she even joined the tour. I don’t know, maybe he and her mom go way back.”
Lorraine looks to be deep in thought. “You think Destiny is in some kind of cahoots with Crawley? She wouldn’t do anything to hurt Lyric, though, right? She’s her daughter.”
That’s where I’m stumped. It doesn’t seem like Destiny has any respect for Lyric at all, and Lyric seems to just want to stay away from her. I guess I won’t understand completely until Lyric decides to tell me. “I hope not,” is all I can say in response. “It’s all good, guys. I’ll talk to the label tomorrow. They’ll have a backup on hand if we can’t find a manager right away. We did this for years without a manager. We’ll be fine.”
I stand up, ignoring their rebuttals about us being a bigger deal now, stretch, and make my way back down the aisle until I reach Lyric. She’s sprawled out across a few seats and looks comfortable under the circumstances. Taking a seat on the other side of the aisle, I just watch her. She must sense me after a few minutes because she stirs and opens her eyes.
“Hi,” she says with a smile.
“Hey.” I smile back.
“You going to sleep?”
I shrug. “I’m not sure if I can. Still worked up.”
She moans and pulls herself to a sitting position. “Sit with me.”
There’s no hesitation. I’m beside her in seconds, and she curls into my side as she bats her eyelashes up at me. “You think we’ll have time to ourselves this week?”
“I’m yours whenever you want, babes.”
She brushes her finger along the length of my bottom lip. “ ‘Babes’? I like that.” Her smile fades and her head drops as she sighs. “I don’t deserve you.”
I roll my eyes. “Stop it.”
“I know you have to work and hang out with the guys. Just hoping we get some time alone to talk.”
“We’ll make time. We always do.” I tighten my hold around her. Lyric has always been so confident. I’m not sure what’s making her lose that confidence now, but it only makes me want to protect her even more. “Nothing’s changed. This week will be awesome. Miami for a week. The house I rented is enormous, and you and I have the best room.” I wink at her. “We can sneak off anytime we want.”
The smile she gives me is big, and slightly mischievous. “Guess I can cancel that hotel room.”
I lean back. “Are you fucking kidding? You have a hotel room booked?”
She nods. “The company booked it when you hated me.”
I glare at her. “I never hated you.”
She shrugs, but there’s a smile she can’t hide. What I wouldn’t give to crawl into Lyric’s mind sometimes. If we had shown up in Miami and she’d taken off for a hotel, I would have gone apeshit. “Good.”
We’re off the plane by five o’clock sluggish, and loaded into a van on our way to the house. The moment we get there, we all get a second wind.
The kitchen is already stocked with food and drinks, and the guys waste no time distributing shots to everyone as they arrive. Lyric and I join in for a couple of shots, but I sneak her away the first opportunity I get.
I pull her into the master suite, which is fit for a king and queen. We’re on the ground floor. Large French doors and windows overlook the pool area, but we’re in the corner of the house, so we have our own private entrance into a private courtyard with a hot tub, too. Lyric is impressed. She glances around in admiration before sneaking into the bathroom.
Before I can stop her to toss her onto the bed, the water is running in the shower and she’s calling me to grab her girlie shit. After rummaging around in her duffel bag, I pull out a clear plastic zipper case that contains her lotions and shavers. I don’t take much time looking through it; I know it’s what she wants. Instead of handing it to her, I tear off my clothes and join her.
She’s already under the hot water, naked, her eyes closed. Her breasts are full and perky as water glides down her skin. When she turns, her round, supple ass is on display, and I immediately palm my dick. He’s hard and ready to do dirty things to my girl.
At first, I simply enjoy the show. But when she presses her hands against the wall and sticks out her ass so it presses into my dick, I almost blow my load. She’s so fucking hot and waiting for me to own her. I can see it in her eyes as she throws me a dark look over her shoulder. “I want you,” she says.
I could attack her, slide my dick inside, and make her scream for the entire ten-thousand-square-foot houseful of guests to hear. But I don’t. I palm her ass first, letting my cock brush against her.
She pushes back on me and moans. Lyric is feeling naughty this morning. I slide my hands up her ass and around to her navel. I love teasing her, especially when she’s like this. It only makes the sex more intense. Our favorite kind.
My hands slide up to grab hold of her breasts next. So perfect. I give them a squeeze and skim my hands back down until my fingers are right there above her clit. She squirms a little, and I smile, knowing her patience is wearing thin. With my free hand, I move past her ass to her pussy so I’m sandwiching her with stimulation. She lets out a moan. I’ve never fingered Lyric’s ass before, but every time I get near it, her response makes me think she might like it. I sink a finger into her wet folds and shudder as she squeezes her muscles around it. Fuck. Lyric is so tight; sometimes I wonder how she’s able to accommodate me so well. This is only one finger, and her pussy is practically choking it.
“Wolf,” she moans. “I need to come.”
“I’ll make you come, baby. I always do.” I kiss her and add another finger, just to fuck with her a little. “Just let me feel you for a minute.” With the hand on her ass, I rub a finger along the divide until I’m right there. If I’m actually going to do this, I’m going to need a lot more than water. For now, I just put pressure on it until I can feel her begin to quiver. Gliding the fingers of my other
hand in and out, I take a bit of extra time to bend and flick and hit her o-zone. I’m less coordinated with my left hand, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her knees are trembling, but she’s got a good grip on the wall while I torture her from both sides. Pain radiates through me as my right hand twists a little too much, but I ignore it for the sake of Lyric’s orgasm.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I’m coming.”
“Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”
“Ahh.” The mangled scream flies from her lips, and then I can’t hold back anymore. I pull my cock up to replace my fingers. Slowly, I slip in. Her heat is tight, choking me, making me breathless on the ride in—just the way I like it. So good.
And then I begin to move. This is what I remember. With Lyric, it feels like the first time, every single time. The way my heart speeds up and I have to fight to keep control of my pacing. I try to go slow. I want to torture her slowly into another orgasm, but my hips aren’t cooperating. It’s like my hips have sided with my cock, and they want to fuck. Hard.
Lyric doesn’t mind. She takes it with pleasure as I slam into her repeatedly, selfishly pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. I’m climbing up the tallest vine as it grows beneath my grip. I can feel myself reaching the tipping point, but I keep climbing, knowing this fall will be worth it.
“You ready for me, baby? I can’t hold back anymore. Your pussy is so . . . tight.” As soon as the last word leaves my mouth, my orgasm spirals through me, and I come faster than water leaving a fire hose.
I still can’t stop touching her. Other than my hands, I can’t move. I’m full of sensations when I’m with Lyric. I feel everything, including the dizziness that hits when I grasp how much I love her. I never realized how good sex could be when you give as much as you receive.
We finish our shower and fall naked onto the bed. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her lips.
“What are you going to do now that Crawley’s out of the picture?” Lyric frowns, and I can see there’s some guilt there—like she’s responsible for the band’s loss.