The Wild Interview

by K. A Knight

  “Angel, please,” he says on a moan, pulling away from my mouth, panting.

  He leans his forehead down to mine, staring into my eyes. His pupils are blown and he watches me like I’m offering him a lifeline. Loving the control I have over him, I slip my hand free and push his joggers down. He doesn’t help me, just watches. Waiting for whatever I’ll give him.

  Grinning, I push him back to the wall, and he hits it with a thump, leaning there as I drop to my knees before him. His eyes widen even further and his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

  “Fuck,” he groans, as I lean forward and lick the tip of his bobbing erection.

  Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock I rub the tip along my lips, opening my mouth and blowing on it as he shakes.

  “Stop fucking teasing,” he begs.

  Rolling my eyes up to him, I smile innocently. “Sort of like you do to me?” I ask sweetly, and he narrows his eyes. His hands drop to my hair, trying to guide me back to his cock. I resist, showing him exactly who’s in control of this. He nods and only then do I wrap my lips around him.

  My eyes still on him, I suck him deep, not playing around. I want to watch him come apart and we don’t have a lot of time. I can’t reach all the way to the bottom, even now his tip is hitting the back of my throat, it’s a bloody good job I have no gag reflex. Using my hand I pump the base as I twist and pull him out slowly, only to bob back down again.

  He watches me desperately, his hips thrusting shallowly as if he isn’t sure I’ll let him. “Please,” he groans.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him deep again, and when he hits the back of my throat I pull a trick I perfected, humming. Rolling my eyes back up, I watch as he brings his fist to his mouth and bites down, trying to muffle his yell as his hips jerk wildly.

  I don’t relent, I hum and suck until his thrusts stutter and he explodes in my mouth, spurting down my throat as he groans. His muffled moans of pleasure are the only reason I didn’t hear the bathroom door open.

  “Shit.”

  Pulling back I lick him clean as he slumps against the wall, looking dazed and pleased with himself. Glancing over, I meet the wild-eyed look of Leo. Of all the bloody people.

  “Er, sorry,” he mutters, but his eyes are locked on my hand around Liam’s now soft cock. He swallows hard, shaking his head as he slams the door shut.

  Breathing deeply, I try to swallow my panic. Liam said they are all cool with wanting me, but I can’t keep tiptoeing around it. It’s obvious I’m not going to be able to ignore this thing between us, it just keeps growing like a wildfire, burning everything in our path. Liam reaches down and offers me his hand, and letting him pull me to my feet, I smile at him as he watches me, his face soft and caring.

  “Don’t let that bother you,” he murmurs and I nod.

  He leans forward and kisses me, it’s unhurried and gentle but he has to taste himself in my mouth. Pulling away, I drop a soft kiss on his parted lips before turning back to the sink. Grinning at my reflection I turn on the tap, my mouth is red and swollen, and my hair is wild from his hands. I straighten my hair and my top before running water over my mouth. It will help a little, but they will all know what we’ve been up to in here, even if they didn’t hear Liam.

  “Are you bothered that they will know?” he questions, looking at me with concern.

  “Not really, I told you I want you and I meant it, but we do need to talk. If what you said is true, we need to discuss this and make sure everyone is okay.” I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge, but I find myself lingering in here with Liam. Obviously sensing my nerves, he wraps his arms around my waist and drops his chin onto my shoulder.

  “They all want you, Angel. They have since day one. We didn’t know you wanted us all though, but with Blake kissing you... it opened a floodgate. We can’t ignore this for long.” I nod, his words are exactly what I’ve been thinking.

  “You’re right, either way I need to make sure they are okay with what just happened in here and ensure everything stays between us. I could lose my job if anyone finds out,” I explain, nibbling on my lip before I blow out a breath.

  Sharing a grin in the mirror I turn in his arms. “We better get out there before Blake barges in or something.”

  He laughs. “You joke, but he will. He’s a stubborn, needy bastard.”

  “I heard that!” comes a yell from right outside the door before it opens. Blake takes in our positions but doesn’t say anything.

  “You finished? I need a piss,” he asks, and Liam and I look at each other before laughing again. This should be a fun conversation.

  Well, this is fucking awkward. Almost as bad as that time I was dating a twin and it turned out, in my drunken state, I had stumbled into the wrong twin’s room... in my defense they look exactly the fucking same.

  “So…” Liam trails off and I roll my eyes.

  “Fine, I’m just going to come out and say this. It’s obvious we are all attracted to each other. I know I am, I’ve tried to ignore it as your manager, but it has become apparent that won’t be happening,” I say stiffly, sitting at the table as the others lounge around in front of me, all apart from Leo who is standing just as stiffly in the corridor. I’m not including him in this, because despite how attracted I am to him, I want him to work things out with Kelsey. Emmett looks at me uncomfortably, shifting in his seat. I just roll my eyes at him.

  “Except you Emmett. Sorry hun, I just don’t see you like that. I’m sure your dick is perfectly nice and all that, but you just don’t do it for me,” I state with a smile. Some guys would be upset that you didn’t find them attractive, but Emmett just smiles and winks at me, a relieved sigh leaving his lips. “It’s you guys I need to speak with. I can’t hide how I feel any more.”

  “No, really? We didn’t notice while Liam was shouting and moaning in the bathroom.” Blake snorts and I throw him a glare.

  “As I was saying, I can’t ignore it anymore, and if the recent couple of days are anything to go by, neither can you. So, what does everyone think?” I ask, trying to remain polite.

  Liam holds his hand up, and I have to bite my lip to contain my laugh.

  “You can lower your fucking hand, we all know how you feel pup,” Blake teases, leaning back on the sofa with a laugh. Liam winks at me but lowers it.

  “I like you,” Kingston responds, smiling over at me. I smile back and blow him a kiss. “Plus, I don’t care if you like the others, as long as I still get to spend time with you and we get our reading dates. It’s not like we don't share everything else.” With that he closes his eyes and leans back on the sofa.

  “I like you too, babe. I was a goner since I saw you in that restaurant,” Damon adds, shifting in his seat.

  “You looked hot in your suit, but I think I prefer the leathers,” I tease and he smirks over at me.

  “I don’t know boys, she can be kind of annoying. Like when she walks around in them fucking skimpy pajamas,” Blake inserts, staring at me.

  “Or when she walks around in those tight skirts,” Damon chimes in, nudging Liam who nods.

  “That dress she wore when we went clubbing drove me crazy, I had two cold showers and it did nothing.”

  I shake my head, laughing softly. Men. My heart is pounding though and I’m twisting my hands nervously. Blake and I are complicated, one minute he has his tongue down my throat, and the next he’s glaring at me.

  “I like you,” he grumbles, so low I almost don’t hear.

  Leaning back, I smirk at him, faking confidence. “Sorry, what was that?” I tease, and he glares at me again but leans forward, drawing every eye to him. Emmett has grabbed a snack from somewhere and is looking between us all like we’re fascinating. I would roll my eyes at him, glad he’s enjoying the show, but I can’t pull my eyes from Blake.

  Looking like he’s about to strangle me, he clears his throat before he speaks again. “I fucking like you, okay? Loud enough for you?” he practically shouts, glaring at me
in the process, but I can’t hide the grin that’s plastered across my face.

  I open my mouth to say something else when the bus pulls to a stop. “We’re here!” the driver calls through to us, cutting our conversation short. Right Gabby, put your game face on, it’s manager time.

  I stand up and Liam shoots to his feet. “What, so what does this mean?” he asks, looking around at the others who all stare at me.

  “It means, we can stop flirting around and pretending. In front of others we are still the same, but in private we can see where this goes,” I clarify, my confidence back again as I grin at them.

  “Wait, you don’t want a relationship?” Kingston questions, leaning forward, disappointment clear to see on his face.

  I panic, my eyes widening as I back away. “Er, look guys, I said I liked you. We don’t need to jump into a relationship.”

  Blake grins, standing up and stalking towards me, only stopping when I do, his chest pushed into mine. “Looks like she doesn’t like relationships, guess we'll just have to change her mind.” He winks at me and walks past, jumping down the steps of the bus and heading outside.

  Well shit, and they say women are needy when it comes to relationships.

  The hotel is as nice as the first one we stayed in. It’s a bit smaller and has marble flooring when we walk in, which leads up to a large, wooden desk with three female receptionists, all in suits and looking well presented behind it. To the left is a curved glass wall that lets us see into the five-star dining room, where businessmen and a few older people are sitting enjoying their meals. To the right is an open area with a few sofas, a fireplace, and windows looking out onto the courtyard in front of the hotel. It’s posh. Really posh. This hotel was actually a last minute addition. We were supposed to be staying elsewhere, but after the success of last night's show, the board wanted to upgrade us and I convinced them to let us stay here.

  Striding up to the desk, I place my reservation down and wait to be seen. The pretty blonde woman in the middle looks up with a smile, and when she puts the phone down, she takes the paper. “For two nights, is that correct?”

  “Yes, thank you,” I answer kindly.

  I look around further as she types on her computer. Past the little sitting room is what looks like a corridor, which I’m guessing leads to the rooms. There is a large wooden door that reads St George Suite. Guess they do events here too. It’s picture perfect. The outside looks like an old English manor, complete with flowers and a swing attached to the large oak tree outside.

  “Brilliant, we have you staying in our largest suite, it has a whirlpool bath and steam room included in the bathroom. You also have reservations tonight, included in your price, for the restaurant, or you can have room service if you prefer. In your room, you will find a fully stocked refrigerator. If you have any questions or need any help, please don’t hesitate to call down to us. Here is your key, your room is on the second floor, follow the corridor around until the end. Enjoy your stay.” She slides the key across and I smile as I take it.

  “Thank you.” I grab my bag as Kingston gets my other one, and lead them down the corridor I spotted before. I hear a few whistles from the guys that I nearly echo. Each wall is covered in old art, and there are even hand-carved benches with labels on them explaining where and when they were made. I don’t find an elevator, but I find a large, curving staircase so I head up the carpeted stairs to the second floor, the boys following behind me.

  It takes me a while to find the room, it’s like a maze and our two doors are tucked away in a little alcove with steps leading down to it. Both doors are facing each other. I pick one at random and swipe the card. It flashes green and I push inside, only for my jaw to drop. Holy hell.

  I wander inside, not wanting to touch anything. The door leads to a small corridor, which opens up into a huge living area. The ceilings have low wooden beams, giving it a cozy cottage feel. A huge, twelve-person sofa curves around the middle of the room, onto a wall made of floor to ceiling glass. Three swivel chairs are backed onto the opposite wall, also covered in glass, and looks out onto the sprawling garden. A massive TV hangs on the wall, with every game console and DVD you could imagine stacked below it. Behind me is the kitchen and dining area, where a wooden table with matching chairs takes up the space. A counter runs along the wall, with a fridge built in underneath it, and what looks like a dishwasher. A sink and cupboards are also built in. On the table is a bottle of expensive champagne and nine glasses. Walking over I lift the lid of a covered plate, and grin when I spot the chocolate covered strawberries. Popping one in my mouth, I venture into the other section to find the guys.

  A hallway is next to the kitchen, with a door opening halfway to reveal a bathroom. She wasn't joking. Raised at the back of the room is a spa bath, and in the corner is a bloody steam room. Complete with wooden cladding and glass door. I could get used to this. In the other corner is a walk-in shower, and three sinks with lighted mirrors overhead. The toilet takes up the corner near the door. Shutting it gently, I carry on down the corridor.

  Two doors face each other, I open one to show me the corridor outside of the room, so that’s the other door. Shutting it, I turn to the other one, which is already pushed open with voices coming from inside.

  I grin when I spot the guys, where they are lounging on a four-poster king-size bed. Two more double beds are spread around the room, with a wooden wardrobe and desk separating them.

  “Is this the only bedroom?” I ask, curious.

  “Nope, there’s one joined onto this with another four-poster bed and a toilet ensuite,” Emmett responds, jerking his head at the door in the other corner of the room.

  “This place is fucking nice,” Liam chimes in from where he’s stretched across the bed. I nod, he’s right, it is. I head over, intent on stretching out beside them when my phone rings. Pulling it from my pocket my eyebrows raise at the name, I wonder what she wants.

  Sighing, I step from the room, leaving the guys to talk between themselves. Walking into the living room, I perch myself on the corner of the sofa, looking out into the garden as I answer the call.

  “Hi, Kelsey. Is everything okay?” I ask, worried. We have texted each other a few times, but not since they had that massive argument. So, why would she be calling me, and not Leo?

  “Yes, yeah, everything’s fine... okay, well not really, but I’m trying to make it.” She sucks in a breath. “I’m coming to the show tonight, you were right. I need to make sure I’m okay with this, and this is a good way to do it. I haven’t told Leo, I want it to be a surprise, but I need your help.”

  I swallow hard, half of me is disappointed and the other half is happy for them. Bloody emotions. Pushing away my own selfishness I nod, not that she can see me.

  “That’s a great idea, what do you need?”

  “Directions, and a ticket at the door if you could? I want to see it first without him knowing, so if I can’t handle it I can talk to him after. Plus, me being there will only throw him off.” I can hear her worrying so I force a smile.

  “It’s an amazing way to do this Kelsey, I know he will love to see you! I’ll get a ticket ready for you and a VIP pass. I will text you the venue details and meet you after the show, okay?”

  “Thanks, Gab. You’re such a good friend, I know you’re busy so I’ll let you get back to it. See you later.” She sounds happier now, excited even.

  “Yeah, of course. Bye.” I hang up and stare outside, lost in my thoughts.

  It’s a good thing she’s coming tonight, they deserve to be happy, and she obviously wants this to work if she’s coming to the show... so why has my heart sank? Rubbing the pain away, I yelp and nearly tumble from the sofa when a face appears right in front of me.

  “Sorry, you were miles away,” Emmett says with a smile, until he gets a look at my face, and then he frowns. “Gabby, what’s wrong?”

  I shake my head and pocket my phone. “Nothing, sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts.”
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br />   He sits on the sofa, his hand on my knee. “Liar, I thought we agreed to be friends? Let me help you,” he pleads.

  Biting my lip I debate my options, I really could use a friend right now. My emotions are all over the place and Emmett knows the guys better than anyone. Plus, we already know we don’t think of each other like that, so it’s safe for me to talk to him about my feelings for the guys.

  “Kelsey is coming to the show tonight,” I blurt out, then dart my gaze to the hallway where I can still hear the guys. I lower my voice so they don’t hear me. “She’s coming to make sure she can handle it, I told her I would help her and keep it a secret…” I look down at my hands and rub at my skirt absentmindedly.

  “But?” he probes, grabbing my hands and stilling the movements.

  “I—” I hesitate, wanting to say the words. Maybe it will make me feel better? “I like Leo, like how I feel about the others. It’s wrong, I know that, but I can’t help myself. I’m drawn to him, and no matter how many times I remind myself of Kelsey, it doesn’t seem to help.” I rush the words out with a wince, fucking saying it out loud makes me seem like a horrible homewrecker.

  “Hmm,” he says, leaning back.

  “Hmm? That’s all you got?” I ask, almost desperately.

  “I think you need to stop worrying. You can’t help how you feel, and it’s not like you have made a move on these feelings. In fact, you are actively helping his relationship despite them, because you care. Now, in terms of Leo and Kelsey... they are complicated. But what I can tell you is, whatever is meant to be, will be. It’s cheesy but true. So until it does, just go with it, keep being you and don’t shy away from your friendship or you will hurt him, he cares about you too.” He watches me closely and I nod.

  “Okay, you’re right. There's nothing I can do about these feelings, I just need to go with it.” He smiles at me and squeezes my hand.

  “Exactly, plus you might be surprised.” I tilt my head and open my mouth to ask how, but he carries on. “Thank you for sharing with me, I know you’re close with the others... sometimes it feels like I’m a little left out every now and again. I think we could be really good friends Gabs. Hell, I can be your inside man, your relationship counsellor and confidant,” he jokes and I laugh. Reaching down, I smack his chest playfully. He grabs my hand and yanks until I fall onto the sofa. Before I can catch my breath, he starts tickling me. Screaming, I kick and laugh, trying to get away from him. He stops after I beg and smiles down at me.