Drop Beat (The Heartbeat Series Book 2)

by Ryleigh Sloan

  I can’t take my eyes off her mouth. Her top lip is slightly thinner than her bottom lip and curves upward at the corners. Her hand moves to her ear, and she twirls her earring around and around. I’m getting ready for being turned down. That’s okay too. Either way after tonight, I can put Madison in the box with every other girl I’ve enjoyed but forgotten.

  “I’ve never been on a motorbike before.”

  “I’ll go slow.”

  She winks. “Who said anything about slow? I prefer hard and fast.”

  I grin. Damn, I like this girl.

  “Let’s go.” I hold out my hand to her.

  She doesn’t take it but hands me the chocolate. “Here, you can have the last bite. You’re going to need all your energy for later.” She waggles her eyebrows and starts walking backward to the green room. “I’ll be right back, I just need to find Blair and tell her I’m leaving.”

  Fuck! This girl! “I’ll be here.”

  ♫

  Handing out the teddies is always a mixed bag of emotions for us. Despite getting immense satisfaction out of seeing the kids’ faces when they get their gift, it always brings home just how underprivileged they are, and it’s a massive reality check to watch and know that we can only do so much.

  Seeing Maddie with the kids is a treat though. With every teddy she hands out, her face lights up even more, and I swear she’s happier than those receiving the gifts. The majority of the teddies received as the entrance fee will be delivered tomorrow, but we like to do as many as we can ourselves. It gives us an opportunity to spend time with the kids, playing ball or hanging out with them. Maddie makes the most of every minute, and I feel like I have to drag her away every time. And every time I hear her sniffling as she fights back tears. I promise myself I’m going to eradicate every sad feeling she’s had today and replace it with endorphins. The only expression I want to see on her face tonight is ecstasy. I know I’m projecting, and that’s okay.

  We finish up our last run just as the sun dips behind the mountains, and I hear Maddie gasp over the roar of the engines. I motion to the guys to keep going and pull over to the side of the road.

  I climb off the bike, and Maddie takes my spare helmet off as she watches me. Her hair is a crazy tousle of sweaty strands from the heat, and she’s stunning. I hold out my hand to her, and she dismounts the bike like it’s a damn horse. I catch her, sliding her down my body as I wrap my hands around her waist. She’s wearing my leather jacket and drowning in it, her petite frame lost in all the folds. I’m hard and I know she can feel it because her eyebrows shoot up, and she looks down to where my cock is pressed against her stomach. She smiles and stands on tiptoe to wrap her arms around my neck.

  I bend and press my lips to hers, acquainting myself with the feel of Madison until I can’t stand it anymore and lick into her mouth, getting my very first taste of her. She moans and presses harder against my length, and I feel her body so firmly against mine, it makes me question my control. She kisses me like a woman starved, and we’re devouring each other.

  I’m about to get us arrested by doing something insanely stupid—like placing her on the seat of my bike and whipping down her shorts so I can taste the part of her that I’m craving the most—so I shake my head and take a step back.

  “Wowzer, what was that for?”

  “Does a guy need a reason to kiss you, Madison?”

  “No, but if he’s kissing me like that, I’d like to know exactly what I did to deserve it so I can do it again.”

  I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip. “This smart mouth of yours. Let’s go put it to better use.”

  Four – Nailed It

  Maddie

  If you’ve ever been kissed stupid and then spent the next half an hour with a vibrating motorbike between your legs, you’ll understand why the moment Keller threw his keys into the bowl on his kitchen counter, I dumped my bag on the floor and was wrapped around him like a rabid koala, my tongue sweeping into his mouth.

  Keller groans and sits me down onto the marble island in the middle of the large open-plan kitchen that, at a quick glance, I know I’d die for, but right now there are more pressing matters to think about. The moment the cool marble hits my overheating body, common sense kicks in and I extract my mouth from Keller’s.

  “Do you mind if we take this to your shower? I need to freshen up if you’re going to have your mouth on me.” I tilt my head and shoot him a sly smile. “Which is my plan.”

  Keller’s hands slide from where they are currently cupping my face—yeah, I’m that far gone that I didn’t even notice. His thumbs slip into the waistband of my shorts, and he starts tugging them off.

  Shit! This can’t happen right now. I’ve legit been stewing in my own body fluids for hours—an occupational hazard of being turned on all day in the heat—and I can’t have Keller anywhere near my tingly parts until I’ve freshened up. I scoot back, moving away from him. His brow creases in confusion, and then his lip pulls up into a crooked smile. He removes his hands and shoves them into his jeans’ pockets.

  “Where you going, Madison?”

  I scoot back a little further. “Uh… I…” I’m sitting on Keller Cannon’s kitchen counter—the Keller Cannon from LP-45—and he seems more than willing to give me multiple orgasms, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to go down in his little black book as the South African girl who had sweaty fun parts. There’s no damn way.

  “I… uh… I really need to freshen up.”

  Keller’s navy blue eyes sweep over my body in a lazy trail, and his teeth graze over his bottom lip. Holy shit, if he keeps looking at me like that I’ll… God, I don’t know what I’ll do. “You don’t need to do anything except lean back and let me eat you out.”

  Holy fucking shitballs, did he just say that? My vag clenches so hard, and the ache sweeps through my body.

  Keller takes a step closer. He pulls his hands out of his pockets and rests them next to my knees, leaning in. “Can I taste your pussy, Madison?”

  Without waiting for an answer, he dips his head and licks along the inside of my thigh. My body says I should give in and say fuck it, what’s a little sweat in the heat of the moment. But my brain goes into self-preservation mode. I swear it all happens like some kind of messed-up dream—my leg kicks out on reflex and nails Keller straight on the nose. He stumbles back, his hands flying to his face. I scramble up and jump off the counter, rushing to him.

  “Oh shit! Oh fuck! I’m so sorry. I… I… I just wanted it to be perfect. Are you bleeding? I’m so sorry.”

  I move his hands from his nose, and it is bleeding. Shit and effing damn me and my stupidity. “I’m sorry, let me get something for that.”

  I run around the island to the stainless steel fridge and open the large freezer at the bottom. Cracking the ice onto the counter, I grab the tea towel hanging over the oven door handle. When I look back over my shoulder, Keller is pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, and I feel like such a tool. I jam the ice into the towel and rush back, my heart pounding. I wonder if he thinks I kicked him on purpose and I’m an utter psycho for attacking him like this.

  I take a step forward, and lifting my hand, I move his to place the ice on his nose and trip over my Converse laces that somehow came undone in the scramble. Instead of gently pressing the ice to Keller’s nose, I smash it against his face. His eyes water and he takes another step back, one hand flying up to his nose and the other raised in a defensive gesture that has me taking a step back.

  Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening.

  “Keller, I’m sorry. Shit, I didn’t mean to do that. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just… sweat and well, being turned on, I wanted to be fresh and…” I’m repeating myself and not making sense, and I feel an angry blush spread like wildfire across my face. I set the cloth in one of the dual sinks in the middle of the island and start backing toward the door, hands raised in apology as I grab my bag. There’s just no way to recover from this giant clusterf
uck—it’s time for me to leave.

  I head toward the french doors next to the kitchen’s dining area. Why is it taking so long for me to get the hell out of here? “I’m… uh… gonna head out. I’m so sorry about your nose. I’m sorry about this whole night. Thank you for today. It was amazing. Seeing the kids and being on your bike…and the kiss. Yeah, it was all great.”

  I retreat a few more steps to the door. Nearly there, and I never have to show my face to this guy again. He must think I’m deranged. Keller removes his hand from his nose. There isn’t a terrible amount of blood, but I still made the guy bleed and feel awful.

  “Maddie, it’s alright. You don’t have to go.”

  I don’t know if this guy is a sucker for punishment or some kind of masochist or what, but surely he can find someone else to get laid with that isn’t going to try to off him whenever he’s within a foot of her.

  I hold up my hands again. “Don’t come any closer. I’m dangerous. Hey, you called me Maddie!”

  He smirks and walks toward me. “I did. I figure since we’ve had our first fight, I can relax my rules.”

  And just like that, Keller has defused the situation. I shove his shoulder. “Ass.”

  “You’re a little aggressive, Maddie. Let’s hope you bring some of that to the bedroom.”

  “Oh my God, did you really just say that?”

  He has the decency to look a bit sheepish. “I guess I did. Save me from myself—let’s go shower.”

  “You still want to…?”

  “Fuck you?” He tugs my hand with the one unstained by his blood and places it on the seam of his jeans. My eyes go wide, and I struggle to swallow. He’s ready for me all right.

  “What do you think?”

  Five – Shower Shenanigans

  Keller

  I lead Maddie into the bathroom, catching sight of my bloody nose in the mirror. For a small girl, she sure can pack a kick. Letting her hand go, I lean over one of the double sinks to rinse off the blood, then wash my hands. I catch Maddie wincing in the mirror.

  “I’m so, so sorry about that.”

  “It’s fine.” I pull the towel off the rack and dry my face before turning and dipping to give Maddie a peck on her lips. “See? All cleaned up. You can, however, make it up to me in the shower.”

  “Oh, I intend to.” She smirks.

  I lean into the shower and turn the mixer on. When I turn back, she just about has her top pulled over her head. “What are you doing?”

  She stops and pulls her tank back over her flat belly. “Oh, uh, I’m getting undressed?”

  “I’m undressing you, Maddie. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I found you behind my drums.”

  “Well, far be it for me to stop you.” She lifts her hands above her head and gives me a cheeky smile. Damn, she’s a firecracker alright.

  I trail my index finger along the gap where her tank meets her shorts and watch as goose bumps dot her skin. She’s responsive and I’m going to love watching her respond to everything I’ve got in mind for her. I lift the tank above her head and am not disappointed when I see her pale pink satin-and-lace bra clasps at the front. My favorite type. I can’t wait to see what her tits look like under the concealing material, but I deny myself the gratification a moment longer.

  I unbutton her camo shorts and meet her eyes before I slide the material down. “You’re not gonna assault me again, are you?”

  “If you don’t hurry up, I just might.”

  “Impatient, are we?”

  “Oh, I’ve been plenty patient. If I wasn’t, I would’ve jumped you onstage during the show.”

  “That would’ve made Darryl’s day. He lives for girls doing that.”

  She drops her arms. “Is that actually a thing? Do fans really do that?”

  I step forward. “Yup, had a girl stowaway in my suitcase once. Don’t ask me how she got in there, never mind how she fit, but security has been amped up since.” I run my hands along her back, sliding a finger under her bra strap. I move it aside and kiss her shoulder, then replace the strap. I hear her exasperated sigh and chuckle.

  I trail my fingers back down to her shorts and move them down her legs, careful to leave her panties in place for now. I want to take my time with her. She says she likes it hard and fast, I’m going to teach her to appreciate slow. Once she steps out of her shorts, I rock back on my heels and take her in. She’s perfection. Her boy-short panties match her bra, and the lace shows just enough to make my cock twitch in protest at my leisurely pace.

  “Keller, if you keep looking at me like that, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions. Either you undress me fully, or I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

  “Tell me, Maddie, are you always this demanding?”

  “When I want something, yes.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Are you going to make me say it?”

  “If you want it, you need to ask for it.”

  She juts out her chin, and fuck me it’s the sexiest thing she’s done all day and this girl oozes sex appeal. “I would like you to fuck me in your shower.”

  Those words break the last of my restraint, and I pick her up and plant her ass on the bench in my shower. I ignore her indignant gasp as the warm spray hits her and wets her lingerie.

  I’m soaked through, my tee sticking to my back as I make quick work of unclasping her bra. When her tits spring free, I get my first glimpse of her peach nipples before I suck one into my mouth. Maddie’s head snaps back, and she curses as it connects with the shower wall.

  “Shit.” Her hand flies to the spot where her head hit the tiles.

  I stop and look at her concerned. “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” She waves her hand dismissively. “Don’t stop.”

  “Lift your gorgeous ass for me, Maddie.”

  She lifts her ass, and I slide the panties down her legs and immediately latch my lips onto her clit.

  She squirms. “No, Keller, wait…”

  I stop and look into her round eyes, filled with an insecurity I haven’t seen on her before.

  “Before you do that, I need to go a round or two with some body wash.”

  I shake my head. “No you don’t. I want to eat your pussy knowing you’ve been dripping into those sweet little panties for me. Do you have any idea what it’s like to taste you and know that you were aching for me all day? It’s heady, Maddie, and hot as fuck. Let me taste you. Let me have you.”

  I see her inhibitions evaporate, and I delve right in for another taste of her bare pussy. She doesn’t stop me this time. Her feet come to rest on my shoulders, and she whimpers with every languid stroke of my tongue. My cock is so fucking hard, and I rush to unzip my jeans. I fist it, stroking it a couple of times to ease some of the tension. It doesn’t help, and I know the only thing that will is being balls-deep in Maddie. Right now, I indulge myself in lapping at her sweet pussy.

  Fuck, she tastes amazing, and the sounds she makes has my balls tightening with every moan. If I’m not careful, I’m going to lose my load all over the shower floor before I get in her.

  “Keller…” Maddie gasps. She wants more, I know she does, but I want her begging for it. I circle the entrance to her pussy, teasing her with the tip of my finger while I flick her clit but not giving her what she craves. Not yet. Her hands flank my head, and she pulls me in closer, her back arching off the step and her feet digging into my shoulders. Fuck, I can feel her quivering against my mouth.

  “Please.”

  “What do you want, Maddie?”

  “I… I want your fingers inside me. God, I want you inside me.” The words rip out of her mouth in a long moan.

  I’d like to say I’m giving her what she is asking for, but really this is all about me not being able to wait to experience how her pussy feels clenching around my fingers. I don’t waste time inserting one finger at a time. Instead, I slowly slide two fingers into her and groan. She’s like a fucking furnace. I pump my fi
ngers in and out of Maddie, keeping time to her moans. It doesn’t take long for her to come, grinding against my face while she calls my name over and over.

  I smile against her soft folds, licking up every last drop of her juices.

  Six – Furniture Fun

  Maddie

  After coming twice from Keller’s mouth and fingers, I can barely move, so he lifts me out of the shower and carries me, naked and wet, into his bedroom. I take a moment to look around. The room is spacious, decorated in gray, red, and orange, with a large king-sized bed in front of a mottled dark-gray panel wall. A red couch stands to the right of the bed, next to a stone fireplace. Despite being pressed against Keller’s warm skin and feeling the heat of the afterglow burning deep in my belly, my skin pebbles with goose bumps as the cool evening air from the open window brushes over my wet skin and hair. Keller sets me down, and my eyes trail down his incredible body. His abs twitch when my gaze slides lower to where his cock is tenting his towel.

  I gulp—I mean swallow real damn hard—because what he is packing behind that towel is sure to make my eyes water and has me craving him again. I don’t even know when he got out of his wet clothes and into the towel, but right now I want him out of the towel too. With a new burst of energy, I reach for it.

  “Hey, how come you get a towel? No fair!”

  He grabs my wrist gently. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet. Maddie, I want you to lean over the arm of the couch with that sexy little ass of yours up in the air for me.”

  Holy mackerel, why does his voice alone make me pulse?

  I have a confession to make. I love romance novels like the next person, but whenever the hero makes the heroine come with just a word, I legit roll my eyes. I’m not impressed that Keller Cannon has reduced me to a quivering mess with his voice and the delicious threat of what’s to come when he gets me exactly the way he wants me.

  I do as he says. There’s really no point in making a big show of protesting when I one hundred percent want him to fuck me over the couch.