“Of course I would care,” I told him. It was insulting that he could insinuate that I wouldn’t care. I’d loved him for so long now. “I do care, which is why I’m so mad that you think you can just play without the doctor clearing you or anything!”
He slammed his hands down on either side of me against the wall, palms flat, and leaned in towards me until our faces were only inches away. “You don’t act like you do,” he bit at me. “You act like I’m not worth your damn time. Isn’t that why you ran away?”
I forced myself to stand straighter which pushed our bodies so close to one another that we were practically pressed together. “You know why I ran away,” I told him, then kicked myself for admitting that I’d run away at all. I should have told him that it wasn’t running away so much as a calculated decision to make sure that the whole family remained intact. “I explained all of it in the letter and you know that I’m right. What’s happening between us is wrong, Danny and I—”
Before I could finish his mouth was on me and he tasted just like I remembered. My eyes fluttered closed and when his hands went off the wall and yanked my hips harshly against his pelvis, my hands went to his hair and gripped tufts of it harshly.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, this wasn’t supposed to be happening, but I didn’t try to stop him and it was clear that he didn’t want to stop either.
His anger mixed together with his heat until it was all consuming. I bit at his lower lip, tugging it into my mouth, worrying it against his teeth as my hands scraped along his scalp and tugged at his soft locks. His hands were all over me, gripping and tugging at my body forcefully, taking out his anger on my form.
With his hands at my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, I felt him jerk me into him again and I could feel his hard erection pressing at my middle beneath his team sweats. I bucked my hips into him, encouraging him. I knew I shouldn’t, but I was too lost in sensation and too desperate to have him.
He only let me buck once before he used his hands and his hips to shove me back into the wall. He pressed me against it so hard that I had no wiggle room between him and the wall, but I didn’t feel claustrophobic. If anything, it heightened my awareness of his body and increased my need.
As though I needed any more desire.
Now safely secured between his hips—which ground his erection against my abdomen—and the wall, his hands were free to roam elsewhere. They found my breasts and squeezed them hard enough that I was sure there would be hand shaped bruises on my flesh tomorrow. I didn’t care.
Those hands slipped beneath the material of my dress. I felt a strap snap, but I said nothing, continuing to devour his mouth hungrily. His hands found my bare tits and squeezed at them, fondling until my nipples were hard. Once they were, he pinched and tugged at them, making me whimper into his mouth. My sounds only made him pinch harder.
He continued to grind his erection against me over and over again, making my nether region wet with desire for him. I felt myself pulse in want, craving more than just a clothes on clothes contact. I needed his bare flesh against my bare flesh and if he didn’t bury his hard cock inside me soon, I thought I might lose my mind.
His hands continued on my breast, teasing both of them until the second strap snapped and he could yank the fabric down so that my flesh was exposed to the cool night air. It made me shiver. Once they were, his hands moved lower, grabbing at my waist and my hips, before sliding lower.
When he found the slit in my dress, reaching the exposed flesh of my upper thigh, he paused. His eyes snapped open and he finally broke the kiss.
I whimpered, wanting him back, wanting his lips to keep devouring me passionately, but he had other plans.
“You’re gonna scream my name,” he breathed against my lips making me shiver with anticipation.
Then, before I could say anything in response, he pulled my back away from the wall only to swivel me around and throw me back into it. I slammed chest first this time, turning my head so that I could look over my shoulder at him, my hands initially slamming palm flat against the brick facing. But he didn’t like that. He had other plans for my hands.
He grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and jerked them back so that they were behind my back. He held them there as his free hand moved up the slit in my dress until he found the apex of my thighs. He threw the fabric open then and I felt cool air against my backside.
“No panties, eh?” he ground out, though he wasn’t interested in an answer from me.
His free hand slipped up between my legs and felt my wet lips with his hand, grunting when he felt how wet I was for him.
He took his hand away, much to my displeasure, and for a moment everything paused. There was silence except for the sounds of shuffling and shifting. I was just about to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing—I was waiting here—when I felt the head of his bare cock poised between my legs. I had the chance for a single breath before he was buried so deep inside me that I could feel him at the other end.
I screamed. He pulled out and pumped back in. I screamed again.
His right hand continued to hold tightly to my hands, controlling my body. He kept me pressed closely to the wall, my bare breasts squashed against the rough exterior, my legs spread slightly apart and my back arched. With his free hand he slapped an open palm against my ass just as he shoved his cock inside of me again, the head of him brushing against my walls.
I screamed out once more and maybe I was begging for him to keep going, to give me more, to fuck me as hard as he possibly could. Or maybe I wasn’t making words at all, just desperate sounds as he thrust into me with such fierce abandon that for a moment I thought he might break me.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet, I just slide right in, don’t I?” he grunted in a guttural voice that sent shivers through me. “Have you been thinking of me, baby?”
I didn’t say anything at first, but he wanted an answer. He smacked my ass again, harder this time, and I let out a cry.
“I asked a question,” he growled at me.
“Yes,” I whimpered and he rewarded me by slamming all the way back inside my wet, willing body.
He pulled back out and asked another question. “Have you been thinking of the dirty things I want to do to you?”
My body shivered at his words and I groaned, but that wasn’t an answer. He smacked my ass again. “The dirty things I have done to you?”
“Yes!” I cried, desperate for him to slam back into me. “I think of the way you fucked me in the hospital bed and in my bed, from when I was a kid!”
He slammed into me so hard that my body rocked against the wall and I cried out. Pulling out once again, he asked, “Do you like that? Do you like that I fucked you in that room that you used to sleep in when you were just a kid? When you were just down the hall from me?”
“Yes,” I said immediately, not wanting to wait before he filled me again.
His cock rushed into me, filling my body completely, and he asked another question, though he was no longer waiting for my answer before diving into me again. “Do you know how many girls I brought home?” he asked as he began to thrust ferociously into my body, his pace urgent. “How many of them I fucked in that room just down the hall from you?” As his cock continued to fill me over and over again, he leaned forward to whisper into my ear, “Do you know how many of them I pictured where you as I drove into them until they begged me to come?”
I remembered that moment when he’d brought Melody home and I’d watched. I had thought that it was only my imagination that the girl looked like me, but now I know it wasn’t a coincidence. How many blondes had he brought home? And how many times had he hoped that I was sitting at that door watching him fuck them into oblivion?
He drilled into me again, causing me to scream out.
“Say it!” he demanded of me, but I wasn’t sure what he wanted. He buried himself inside me again. “Say it!” he repeated.
I still didn’t know what he wanted me to say, so I scr
eamed the first thing that came to my lips just as he buried himself all the way inside me, his body covering mine as the front part of me pressed against the cold, rough wall.
“DANNY!” I screamed.
And that’s when I felt him curse and pulse and knew that he was climaxing within my warm body, shaking as though it was almost more than he could handle. It seemed to take forever and when he finally slumped a little against me, his cock softening and finally slipping from between my legs, I could almost still feel the pulse of him like a beating heart within my body.
For a long moment, we both just stood there, breathless and sweaty and shaking.
I was a mess, I realized. My dress straps were torn and I was sure my hair was in a tumble. Not to mention that I was breathless and shaking. I knew without even saying it that Mr. Corsica was going to be appalled as soon as he saw me.
Part of me was really angry with Danny—didn’t he realize this was my shot? Probably the only shot I was going to get in a really long time?
But the rest of me acknowledged how much I’d wanted him. And how good I felt now that we’d at least begun some kind of reconciliation. Even if the sexual part of our adventures had to stop, I hoped that we’d come to some sort of agreement about the rest of it. Couldn’t we still be close?
And for now… well, for now I wouldn’t worry about whether or not we were right or wrong. Danny was here and I’d just had some of the best sex of my life. I wasn’t going to just blow that off.
“Where are you staying?” I asked Danny, trying to slow my heartbeat and calm down enough so that I could go and talk to Mr. Corsica. I had a pretty good feeling that I was late for my next set and he was not going to be happy about that.
Danny—who only had to wipe himself off and slip his sweats back on—already looked presentable again, except that he wore a sheepish expression on his handsome features. He scratched at his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t really plan that far ahead,” he admitted.
I laughed a little at him. Always so impulsive. Letting out a sigh, I told him, “Well, I guess you’re coming home with me, then.” Of course I knew that getting a hotel for him would be easy as pie. All he had to do was tell them who he was and flash a little dough and they’d make arrangements for him to stay wherever the hell he wanted. But that wasn’t the point. He was important to me—brother or lover, either way—and I wasn’t going to make him pay for a hotel if he could stay with me.
Besides, I couldn’t help but hope that maybe I’d get a repeat performance of tonight if he did.
He smiled cockily and gave me a wink. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I rolled my eyes at him, but I was smiling. I was still on that high from the incredible sex I’d just had and I didn’t think anything would be able to get me to come down for a while.
“Meet me at the front just outside the lobby,” I instructed him, wincing again at my broken dress straps. I’d really liked this dress… “I need to go tell Mr. Corsica that… I’m not feeling so well.” Danny laughed at my excuse and I swatted at his shoulders lightly, playfully. It felt natural, as though all the tension of the past week had finally melted away. “Don’t laugh. It’s your fault. Anyway, I need to grab my coat and see if he’ll forgive me. I’ll meet you in a few.”
I hesitated a moment, then went over to Danny. Reaching up, I planted a deep, lingering kiss on his lips. “Give me just a minute.”
“As long as you need,” he told me softly, stroking a finger along my cheek.
I shuddered and nodded, then quickly went back inside. As soon as I was back in, I spotted Damon. He gave me a dirty look and I winced. I headed over to him first, seeing Mr. Corsica nowhere in sight.
“On a scale of one to ten, how badly did I just fuck up?” I asked him, trying to hide my broken straps.
“Twenty,” he deadpanned, folding his arms across his chest.
My heart fell. This was so bad. “Really? Is Mr. Corsica just furious?” I asked, wishing for an answer that was different from the one I knew was true. I’d have to start all over again if he gave me a bad reference and even if he gave me no reference at all—I’d already ruled out a good one, that was for sure—then I’d still be scrounging around looking for a place that would let me sing.
Damon glared at me for several more moments, before his features finally softened. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Dropping his voice and leaning towards me, he said, “Mr. Corsica doesn’t know you were out with lover boy.”
I didn’t even argue with him about that, no point, especially with my broken straps.
“When you didn’t come back inside, I told him that we’d be doing musical accompaniment only tonight,” Damon explained. “I told him you were feeling ill, and so I told you to go home, rather than puking all over the audience. He was very understanding at that point.”
Relief filled me. Really? I’d get a second chance? I grabbed Damon and hugged him tightly before either of us could think better of it. “You are a lifesaver!” I told him.
He pulled away and made a show of dusting himself off, but I could see that he looked pleased with himself. “You wouldn’t be the first to tell me that. Now, go, get your coat and run. I already told him you left, so if he spots you, you’re dead.”
I nodded, thanked him again, and ran for my coat. When I’d gotten a hold of it, I made sure to check for Mr. Corsica as I headed for the front door. I spotted him over with another table and took the opportunity to make a break for it. I found the snooty hostess flirting with Danny—a quick flash of anger surged through me—and I rushed over to them. Looping my arm through Danny’s, I fixed her with my best cold stare.
“You ready to go, baby?” I asked him sweetly, staking my claim in front of the other woman.
She froze and looked furiously at me. Danny seemed surprised and a little confused. He glanced between the two of us, but couldn’t quite seem to decide what was going on. Shrugging his shoulders, he wrapped his arm around me and nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.”
We left together like a couple would and I felt as high as a kite. I realized suddenly the truth: This was New York City. No one knew us here. We were whatever we said they were and if I introduced Danny around as her lover, not her brother, then who was anyone to think twice about it?
Suddenly feeling confident, I smiled up at him and snuggled closer against his side. “Let’s go back to my place.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We walked arm in arm like that the rest of the way to the subway. When we got on, we leaned against one another for support, and had an older woman say that we were such a cute couple together. As we made the last leg of the trip to my apartment, we kissed and laughed and pretended that I was just a girl and he was just a boy.
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a more perfect night in my life and I carelessly allowed myself to think that it might be like this every day here. I never wanted it to end.
Chapter Sixteen
When I woke up the next morning, I knew instantly that Ashley was in my arms. I could tell by the way she was breathing, by the fit of her body against mine, by the smell of her hair. It was all so natural, like this was where she was supposed to be all along and I’d just been waiting on it to get like this.
I blinked away the sleep from my eyes as I woke up more fully. I glanced around the little apartment; we’d basically gone straight to bed and fallen asleep together as soon as we walked into the door. I’d taken two planes yesterday and after that crazy intense sex last night, we were both exhausted.
Frowning a little, I looked down at Ashley, her face still peacefully asleep. I felt a little bad for how… forceful I’d been with her last night. I’d been angry and when I came here to see her, my intentions hadn’t been to fuck her into oblivion, though that was clearly what had happened. I’d wanted to talk to her, to explain things, to clear the air. I’d wanted to win her back.
Feeling a grin spread across my face, I just barely managed to suppress a
laugh. Guess I managed to do that, at least, I thought to myself, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face.
Last night hadn’t gone as I had planned for it to, but I felt pretty good about where we were at.
Still, I couldn’t help but be nervous. Would she take it all back when she woke up this morning? Would she come to her senses and decide once more that this was all incredibly wrong and that we would have to go our separate ways?
I hoped not. It took a while, but I was realizing now just how much I truly cared for her. I loved Ashley, and not just as a sister. Maybe it didn’t make everything all better between us, but I thought that counted for something, right?
After a moment, Ashley started to wake up. She stretched and hummed, before yawning as she woke up. She blinked her eyes several times then pulled her hands up to brush away the sleep from her eyes. Finally, she opened them fully and looked at me.
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