“Tell me want you want.” He lifted above me, his eyes twin blue pools of desire. “Tell me and it’s yours.”
My throat bobbed. I didn’t know if I could say it. The only man I’d ever been with before Hayes was Todd and things between us had hardly been adventurous or passion-filled so I felt a bit shy when it came to sex.
Hayes grasped my chin, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. His eyes were sincere when he spoke. “Don’t be nervous with me. Say what you want. I’m not judging you. I’m here to please you.”
He kissed me then, slow and drawn out, and he didn’t pull back until my toes tingled and I was completely relaxed.
He knew exactly what to do to calm me down.
“Ready to tell me?” He asked, his breath warm against my neck as he pulled my earlobe between his teeth.
“I-I want you t-to…”
“To what?”
“Touchmypussy.” I said the words really fast, like by somehow slurring them together I wouldn’t actually be saying them.
He let out a warm chuckle and pressed a kiss to my neck.
“So,” he began, “you want me to touch your pussy…with my fingers or with my tongue? Be more specific to get what you want, Little Bird.”
“B-both.” I stuttered, hoping I could gain control of myself in the next ten seconds.
“Say it like you mean it, Arden.” His eyes were bright in the darkened bedroom.
My breasts pushed against the confines of my bra as I took a deep breath. “Both,” I said again, this time with more strength. “I want your fingers, and your mouth, and then I want your cock.”
He grinned triumphantly. “That’s my girl.”
I glowed under his praise.
His fingers looped into the sides of my underwear and he slid them down as slowly as he possibly could until they landed on the floor. As he removed them his lips glided along the insides of my thighs and calf muscles. My body felt strung tight, waiting with rapt attention for what was to come.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” He murmured, kissing his way up my legs. His eyes flicked up to mine and let out a small groan. “Seeing you like this, spread apart for me and dripping wet, with your eyes hooded with lust…fuck, it’s the best thing ever and I haven’t even really touched you yet.”
“Please,” I begged.
His hands slid up my back and the clasp on the bra popped.
“That had to go first.” His eyes grew dark as he pulled the fabric down, freeing my breasts. He pulled the fabric completely off, dropping it onto the floor along with everything else.
“Your shirt too,” I reached out and began undoing the buttons on the vest, “I need to feel your skin.”
The last button slid free and the vest was gone. The sight of him in the button down white shirt shouldn’t have been such a turn on, but it was. He was a gorgeous man, inside and out, and he was here with me—a fact that might always baffle me. He could have his pick of women and he wanted to be here with broken, damaged, single-mother, me.
He deftly unbuttoned his shirt and his muscular chest was exposed for my viewing pleasure. My eyes fell to the hard lines of his stomach, dipping down into the black pants that hung low on his narrow hips.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Arden. So fucking good that this whole city will know my name.”
“I’m pretty sure they already do.”
His lips quirked. “Now’s not the time for jokes, woman, not when I’m about to lick your pussy.”
I shivered and he grinned in response.
He lowered his massive body over mine, shielding me like a blanket.
I gasped when I felt his fingers press into me and his mouth close around my sensitive flesh.
I gripped the sheets in a tight fist. In no time I was cursing, panting, sweating, and begging for him to make me come.
His fingers hooked inside me and I bowed off the bed, my fingers locking into his hair and holding him against me.
“Faster,” I pleaded, “Harder. Oh God. Like that. Keep doing that.”
My legs shook and my hand fell limp from his hair.
Black and white dots pulsed beneath my closed lids. I sucked in a lungful of air but it wasn’t nearly enough. I was sure all the oxygen had been sucked from the room with my cries.
His lips glided up my stomach, leaving behind a wet trail of kisses.
His mouth settled on my lips, his tongue swiping against mine as he coaxed me back to life.
“You’re gorgeous all the time, but when you come…you’re a fucking goddess.”
“I need more,” I begged wantonly.
He chuckled, his hand wrapping around my neck. He tilted my head back and nipped at my jaw. “So eager. I like it.”
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” I plucked impatiently at his belt. The need to feel him was all consuming. Even when things had been good with Todd I’d never desired him like this—where each breath was an effort and I thought I might pass out if I didn’t feel his skin sliding against mine.
He stood and I sat up, making the process of undoing his belt and pulling it through the loops so much easier.
With my fingers shaking against the button on his pants I looked up at him through hooded eyes.
I knew there was something I had to say before we continued.
“I don’t want you to think I want this because of what I told you earlier—like by being with you that will somehow erase my memories or something. I want this, right now, here with you, because of you and no other reason.” I stared at him, allowing him to let my words to sink in.
His eyes softened and he reached down, lovingly stroking my face.
“I didn’t know I needed to hear that, but I did. Thank you.”
He lowered from his looming height and cupped my cheeks between his hands. His lips settled over mine in a slow, leisurely pace that somehow only served to make me crave him even more.
He stood up again and his fingers stroked against my cheek.
“Have at it, Little Bird. Take what you want. I’m yours.”
I closed my eyes, my heart thundering in my ears as I lowered his zipper.
This was so different from the first time we’d been together. We’d both been tipsy then, definitely not drunk, but the alcohol had made me more comfortable. Now, I didn’t have the alcohol in my system to dull my senses. Everything was heightened.
I stroked my fingers against the hard ridge of his length pressing against his pants and he shivered.
Ever so slowly I began to pull his pants and boxer-briefs down like I was opening the best present I’d ever been given.
I looked up, watching as he tilted his head back and his eyes fell closed.
I ran my thumb over the tip of his cock and around the barbell piercing going through the top and bottom.
“I never even knew something like this existed before that night.” I confessed into the darkened room.
He leaned over, turning on one of the bedside lights and bathing the room in a warm golden glow.
“I needed to see you,” he whispered, reaching down to tangle his fingers in my hair. Eyeing my hand wrapped around his length, he said, “Does it scare you?”
“The piercing?” I waited for him to nod. “No, not at all,” I admitted, rolling my thumb around the tip and eliciting a soft moan from his throat. “I like it.”
He grinned at that but his smile soon disappeared when I dropped to my knees and wrapped my mouth around him.
“Oh holy fuck.” He cursed, fisting my hair in his hands and holding it away from my face.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, getting used to the foreign feeling of the piercing.
In the past, oral sex had never been something I’d enjoyed giving—and Todd certainly didn’t reciprocate—but with Hayes, I loved it. I loved watching him lose all control. I loved the soft pants that passed through his lips and the way he mumbled curse words under his breath and bit at his lip. Mostly, I
loved the way he looked at me. Like I was the most amazing creature he’d ever seen.
I held the base of his cock in my hand, rubbing up and down as I took him as far into my mouth as I could.
I wanted to watch him come undone—to completely unravel from my touch.
But he wasn’t having it.
Just when I knew he was close he pushed me away and lifted me onto the bed.
He grabbed a condom, putting it on as quickly as possible, and then he was on top of me, in me, all around me.
Everything was Hayes.
I knew nothing but the feel of his fingers, the glide of his skin against mine, and his mouth pressed to my ear whispering sweet words.
My hands roamed down his back, grabbing his ass and tightening my legs around him.
“Harder,” I begged.
He kissed my collarbone and over my breasts before grabbing me by the waist and lifting my hips off the bed. He thrust against me, sweat dampening his brow, and his chest heaving with each labored breath.
“Like this?”
“Oh God,” I moaned, grabbing at the sheets, “just like that. Don’t stop.”
He ducked his head down and kissed me long and deep.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Never been like this before,” he said brokenly.
His words were my undoing and I fell apart around him. My legs shook uncontrollably and I let out a cry that could’ve been his name, but with my blood roaring in my ears I had no idea what I’d said.
“I love watching you come,” he confessed, biting my earlobe.
He pulled out of my body and before I could protest he’d flipped me over onto all fours and slid back inside me.
“You’re so wet. So fucking wet for me.” He murmured, placing small kisses down my spine.
A sharp sting on my ass had me turning my head to look at him and the fucker was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
“You spanked me.” The words were breathless and barely audible.
“Hell yeah. This ass—” He spanked me again. “—is very spank-able.”
“I like it,” I confessed.
His grin widened. “I knew you were a naughty girl. You’re so fucking perfect for me it doesn’t seem real.”
He spanked me again and I let out a long moan, my hair falling forward to conceal my face.
Immediately he reached out, pushing my hair over my shoulder so that he could see every expression that settled on my face.
“You’re mine, Arden,” he growled, pulsing inside me. “Not because I own you, but because you own me.”
He sped up, angling my hips so he hit deeper inside me and the piercing rubbed against something that had me falling apart again in a matter of seconds.
He was right behind me.
His body fell over mine with one arm wrapped around my stomach and his chest pressed into my back while he used his other hand to hold himself above the mattress.
“You’ve fucking ruined me.”
I couldn’t seem to find enough air to produce words, but I wanted to tell him that it was the other way around.
He’d ruined me.
Completely.
And I’d never be the same.
LAST NIGHT HAD been amazing—as cliché as that sounded, but it was true.
After making love for a second time, and with his arms wrapped around me, he’d said, “Let’s go get our girl.”
Despite the late hour we’d dressed and driven over to the hotel to pick up Mia. She’d been asleep and Hayes had scooped her up into his arms. She’d woken up, but once she saw that it was us, and knew we were bringing her home with us she fell back to sleep.
It took my breath away the way he loved my daughter as much as I did. He didn’t begrudge the fact that I was a mother. Instead, he embraced it, and treated her as if she were his own.
Now, we stood in back of the studio, watching the guys give their interview with the show hosts.
Maddox and Hayes stole the show, but there was no surprise there.
Mathias looked like he didn’t want to be there, and Ezra, being the shyest, kept quiet unless addressed directly.
Maddox gestured wildly with his hands, telling some outrageous story about one of his and Emma’s many adventures.
“Momma, I’m firtsy.”
“Come on, we’ll find some water.” I reached for her hand.
I headed back towards the room we’d been waiting in before the guys were called out. There had been a fruit basket and bottles of water sitting on a side table.
I stepped into the room with Mia glued to my side and grabbed a bottle. Unscrewing the lid I handed it over to her.
She sipped at it greedily and smiled up at me beautifully. “I wuv you, momma. You’re the best momma in the whole world.”
My heart warmed. “I’m glad you think so baby girl.”
With the water bottle and an apple in hand we headed back out to join the girls.
The guys had already started their set and Mia squealed excitedly, darting away and in front of the cameras before I could blink. I started forward to grab her and pull her away but I caught Hayes shaking his head.
The show hosts laughed as Mia began to dance around, shaking her butt, and giving it her all.
Even I had to laugh.
Hayes went over to her, leaning down as he played his guitar. Mia jumped up and down before dancing around him. Hayes tossed his head back, his body shaking with laughter. He grinned from ear to ear, appearing to have the time of his life.
The song came to an end and the show went to commercial. Hayes removed his guitar and set it down before picking up Mia and tickling her stomach.
“We didn’t know you had a daughter.” One of the show hosts said. “She’s adorable.”
Hayes shrugged, his smile making his dimple appear. “I didn’t, but now I do.” He caught my eye and winked.
Beside me Sadie sighed dreamily. “Is anyone else swooning? Because I’m definitely swooning.”
Emma laughed, wrapping her arms around Maddox as he approached. “I think everyone is swooning.”
It was then that I turned to see several other women staring with lust-filled eyes at my boyfriend. I wasn’t jealous, and frankly I couldn’t blame them. The sight of a hot rock star with a child in his arms would send any woman’s ovaries into overdrive.
“Over me?” Maddox asked in response to what Emma said. “Of course they are, Em. I’m irresistible.”
She poked him in the ribs. “We were talking about Hayes.”
“Hayes?” He scoffed, wrinkling his nose. “Everyone knows I’m the swoon-worthiest. There’s no competition.”
“Swoon-worthiest? I’m surprised you even know that word.” Emma laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, Maddox, enlighten us on how you know this.” Mathias said, taking his son from Remy. He immediately melted into a pile of goo as he gazed down at Liam, peppering kisses onto the downy brown hair that covered his head.
Ezra snorted and covered his face. “This oughta be good.”
Maddox shrugged, stroking his fingers absentmindedly against Emma’s hip. “You left your computer open on some blog and they had a list of the most swoon-worthiest book boyfriends.” He paused, seeming to contemplate something. “What the hell is a book boyfriend?”
“Don’t worry. You’d never be one.” Emma smirked at him and reached up to pat his head.
He tried to glare at her but instead laughter reflected in his eyes. “Come on, Em, we all know I’d be number one.”
“You keep telling yourself that.” She patted his stomach.
He lowered his head, grazing his lips against her ear. “Maybe later I’ll show you my most swoon-worthiest qualities.”
He pinched her butt and she squealed jumping away. “I hate you!” She laughed.
“Yeah, tell that to my child growing inside you. It looks like you hate me a lot.” He grinned crookedly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You’re
on a roll today.” She shook her head.
“What did I miss?” Hayes asked, suddenly appearing at my side.
“Nothing.” Emma insisted.
Hayes looked around at us doubtfully. “Something tells me I don’t want to know.” He adjusted his hold on Mia. “We should probably get going.”
Maddox looked down at his watch. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Hayes had told me this morning that we were all going out for lunch together and then he had a surprise planned for Mia. A surprise he wouldn’t even tell me. I hoped it didn’t involve sugar.
We were ushered out of the building by the band’s security team and immediately I was thankful for their presence when the hundreds of fans gathered outside all began to scream.
Signs were held up, names were called, cameras flashed, and requests for autographs sounded around us.
The guys stopped and posed for as many pictures as they could and signed everything that was shoved in their face.
All the while their security detail worked to keep the women from grabbing any of them, or us.
When we finally reached the SUVs I would’ve sworn it had taken us twenty minutes to get to them even though they were only about thirty feet from the exit.
I climbed into the back of one of the SUVs and Hayes was right behind me, lifting Mia into the car so I could grab her and put her in her car seat. He joined me in the back, slightly out of breath from the chaos. Mathias and Remy joined us with Liam and the others scurried into the other car.
“It’s getting worse all the time,” Remy commented, buckling Liam into his baby seat. I leaned forward and noticed her hands shaking. “It scares me with the baby. I don’t want someone to hurt him by accident.”
“I know,” Mathias said, kissing the side of her forehead. “I’ll call for more security detail.”
“What about when we’re home and there is no security?” Her voice rose in pitch. “What then?”
Mathias grunted and glared out the window. “I don’t fucking know, Rem. We can’t bubble wrap the kid for his whole life. I can’t change who I am and I can’t change that this kind of thing follows us everywhere.” She opened her mouth to say something and he held up his hand to silence her. “I don’t like it anymore than you do. But it is what it is. This is why I don’t ask you to come to many of these things, but the reality is we can’t avoid it all.”
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