“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that,” she says airily.
“Like what, baby doll? Like I want you? Fuck,” I bring my mouth to her ear, flicking her lobe with my tongue. “I want you so bad.”
“Sage,” she breathes.
I free my fingers from her grasp and force my hand in between her closed thighs. She doesn’t stop me as I slide closer and closer to the warmth of her center. I cup her pussy, wishing it wasn’t covered in so much clothing, and she gasps, her eyes darting toward the front seat.
“I want in,” I whisper. “I want to feel how wet I make you. Want to feel you come all over my cock. Want to hear you scream my name, Millicent.”
“Stop,” she begs. As she utters the word, she rests her forehead against mine and lines up our lips. I can feel the warm puffs of her shallow breaths, proof that she wants me just as much as I want her.
“You sure that’s what you want?” I slowly drag my hand out from between her legs, feeling my way around to her side. “You want me to stop touching you?” I graze the underside of her tit with my thumb and her lips draw closer to mine. I smirk as I use my thumb once more, gently rubbing it over her nipple—I can feel the hardened bud through her bra. “You know I’ll take care of you, doll face. You know I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
“Sage…”
“Gonna fuck you ’til the sun comes up, baby.”
“Ugh! I’m going to barf up here!” Rosy yells. I jerk my head in her direction, but I don’t move my hand. “You’re drunk, big bro. Know what that means? Your little whisper isn’t exactly a whisper at all. Please—can you please just wait two fucking minutes before you eat her out or whatever? I’ve already seen you two go at it once. None of us needs to relive that.”
“Shit. Now? Now will you stop?” Millie hisses, shoving me away from her.
I scowl at her dismissal, knowing good and damn well that I almost had her. Then, I shift my focus to my sister, leaning forward so that my face is next to hers. “Thanks for bringing that up, twerp. That was really necessary.”
“Don’t call me names, Sage. I’m doing you a freaking solid, here. The least you could do is keep your damn clothes on.”
A low growl rumbles from my throat as I lean back in my seat. There are so many things I want to say to her right now, but I’m in no mood to pick a fight. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and reach for Millie’s hand. I think about sliding it over my erection so that she can feel just how fucking hard she makes me, but I know she’d lose her shit.
The two minutes Rosy promised feels more like five, and it’s the longest five minutes ever. As soon as she pulls into the driveway, I bust my ass to get out of her car. I reach my hand back inside to help Millie climb out, and then I slam the door behind her before leading her to the front door.
“Hey, dickhead!” Rosy yells, jumping out of her car. “You’re fucking welcome!”
“Sage, baby—”
Millie’s voice stops me dead in my tracks. I spin around to face her, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. Fuck if hearing her call me baby doesn’t make my chest swell with pride. Damn straight, I’m her baby. And she’s my gorgeous girl.
“What is it, doll face?”
“Be nice to Rosemary. Thank her for bringing us home,” she murmurs
“Waited longer than two minutes, baby. Need you out of these clothes right this second.”
“Say thank you,” she insists, pressing her tits against my chest, “and you shall have me.”
I absentmindedly run my tongue across my lower lip while I stare at hers.
“Sage?”
I smack a kiss against her cheek before I look over her shoulder at my sister, who stands with her hands on her hips watching us. “I love you. I’ll call you later.”
Rosy tips her chin up in response and I know that she’s still pissed. I also know that she’ll forgive me by the time I get inside the house. Staying angry at each other is almost impossible.
With my implied apology and appreciation all mixed up into one, I bend down and throw Millie over my shoulder. She grunts out a breath of surprise and then grabs the top of my jeans to steady herself. I grip a handful of her ass, wasting no time before I get us inside and up the flight of stairs that leads to my room. After I shut us in, I deposit her onto the bed, turning on the bedside lamp before I seal her mouth with mine.
She moans, reaching up to sink her fingers into my hair. Unlike earlier, just after the show, this kiss is full of desperation. I want her—bad—and I can tell by the way she wraps her legs around me, forcing me closer, that she’s just as hungry for me as I am for her. I kiss and nibble my way down her neck, every sigh that passes from her lips making me that much harder.
I swear to fucking god, I need to be inside of her now.
I reach for the button of her shorts, unfastening them before I stand to my feet and do the same for myself. I shove my jeans down, just far enough to free my throbbing dick, and then I grab her hips and flip her over, pulling her up so that she’s on her knees. She gasps but doesn’t protest as I pull her shorts, tights, and panties down her thighs. I’m so lost in lust, I can hardly even think straight.
I run the head of my dick between her slick folds and free a groan. The warmth of her skin feels incredible. I’m just about to sink inside of her when she stops me, looking over her shoulder and into my eyes.
“Condom.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, only a little surprised I forgot. I’m pretty good about remembering—but she’s my girl. Neither of us are getting naked for anyone else. “Aren’t you on the pill?” Suddenly, the thought of suiting up seems disappointing. I want in now. I want to feel all of her wrapped around all of me.
“Sage—condom.”
I can tell she’s not going to change her mind easily. I don’t know what’s up with that shit, but I also don’t have time to argue. My balls are going to turn blue if I don’t do something about my raging hard-on, pronto. I reach into my nightstand and grab what I need, ripping it open and sheathing myself before I plunge into her center. I thrust in hard and without warning—her warmth providing just the relief I need.
“Oh, god—yes!” she mewls.
My grip around her tightens as I pound into her over and over, my pace unforgiving. She feels perfect—so goddamn perfect. I free one of my hands to reach for her hair. I grip a fistful and pull just slightly, causing her to whimper as she arches her back for me. Then she moans loudly and I know I’ve found her money spot.
“You like that, baby? Huh? You need my cock like I need your pussy?”
“Yes, yes—Sage—fuck, right there!”
I slow down, easing my way out before shoving myself back in, hard. She cries out and I do it again. After the third time, I can tell by her trembling limbs that she’s getting close.
“Baby—I can’t—I can’t! Sage, fuck me—please, just fuck me.”
A smirk tugs at my lips as I oblige, my balls smacking her clit, each thrust filling the room with the sound of our hot, wet friction. Her fingers ball up around two fistfuls of comforter when her pussy squeezes my dick.
“Holy sh—” Her words get cut off with a gasp followed by a cry that’s so sexy, it’s a song in and of itself. I pull out as soon as the walls of her core relax.
I need a taste.
Need to devour the sweet evidence of her climax.
I turn her over onto her back with ease, and she watches me as I pull her shorts, tights, and panties to her ankles. I discard her shoes, one right after another, and then drop the rest of her clothes to the floor. I’m on my knees a second later, spreading her legs wide before sweeping my tongue along the length of her slit.
“Sage, baby,” she murmurs, bucking her hips. I lick her once more before she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my face away from her. When our eyes lock, she drags her teeth over her bottom lip before she tells me, “I want a taste, too.”
Fuck. Me.
I stand to my feet, tossin
g my glasses onto the nightstand before reaching behind my head to pull off my shirt. As I shove my boxers and jeans down my legs, I watch as she hurriedly unfastens the buttons on her shirt before discarding it. I toe off my shoes and socks, freeing my ankles as she frees her tits, and then I crawl into the bed with her.
I lie back, resting my head on my pillows, and then point at my mouth. “On my face, baby doll.”
She doesn’t hesitate, flipping around to give me the perfect view of her pretty, little ass as she straddles my head. I suck on her clit as she removes my condom and then swallows my dick.
Jesus—I may have just died and gone to heaven.
When I plunge my tongue inside of her, lapping up her arousal, she hums. The vibration of her voice makes me moan my own pleasure. She sucks and licks, her adoration of my dick a thing of sheer fucking beauty. For a few blissful minutes, we satisfy our cravings, savoring every last drop.
“Mmm, Sage,” she breathes, her hand giving me a squeeze. “I’m gonna come—baby, I’m gonna come again.
“Ride my face, baby. Take all you need. Love the taste of your sweet cunt, Millie.”
She does exactly as I say, grinding against my mouth until she comes undone, my name on her lips as she cries out. It’s so fucking hot. So fucking sexy.
After she rides out her release, she flops onto her back—her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. “You’re still hard,” she sighs, looking from my crotch to my face. I prop myself up on my elbows and offer her a smirk. She giggles as she sits up and reaches for my bedside drawer. “Guess we need another one of these, huh?”
“You bet your sweet, little ass.”
I’VE LOST COUNT of how many orgasms I’ve had. Partly because I’m exhausted, partly because there were definitely more than I’ve ever had in one night. His whiskey dick would not quit. My sated body is actually a bit relieved that he finally came. I’m sure I can’t take anymore. I’m even more positive that tomorrow—or, rather, today—his dick is not allowed anywhere near my lady bits.
“Hey,” he murmurs, his lips grazing my shoulder. “You good?”
“Mmm,” I manage, reaching back to run my fingers through his hair.
“I’m going to get up for a minute. I should let Maestro out before we crash.”
“Okay.”
“Will you be awake when I get back?” he asks, delivering more sweet kisses.
I cough out a tired laugh, too worn out to even turn back to look at him. The only reason I’m still awake now is because he couldn’t keep his hands off of me—or his dick out of me. I’m certainly not complaining, but the second he leaves my body alone, I’m a goner.
“Try. I’ll bring you some water. You’ll thank me later.” He brushes my hair away from my sticky neck and peppers my skin with kisses before he gets out of bed. I watch as he slips into his boxers and then leaves the room, in search of his pup.
He’s been all over me for hours. Hours. From the moment he saw me backstage, to just now, I’ve had his touch. I’d imagine that the absence of him now wouldn’t hurt a bit. But there’s something about him—something about my dreamer that’s different; something that makes me different. I miss him. It’s stupid. He’ll be back. But I miss him. After a night of sex, he always holds me as we fall asleep. As exhausted as I am, I don’t want to miss that. I don’t want to miss the moment when he climbs into bed with me and pulls me into his arms. It’s one of my favorite things.
A sign that he’s staying.
I grab a fistful of his sheets and pull them up around my chest, holding them beneath my chin. It hits me anew that tonight, my man’s hard work paid off. Mountains & Men is going to be going on tour in just over a month for just over a month. A part of me is thrilled for him. He deserves it. They all do. Yet, the selfish part of me, the weakest part of me, the most vulnerable part of me—she’s afraid of those six weeks.
I’m an independent woman. I can survive without him. But I gave him my heart. Where he goes, it goes. It’s a flaw of mine—part of the reason the pieces of me that he holds are just that—pieces. Trusting him while he’s on the road is my only option. Trusting that, when he gets back, I’ll still be the woman he wants. Trusting that, when he gets back, he’ll still have my fractured heart in his hand.
And yet, even trusting him isn’t what scares me the most.
What scares me the most is just how much I’ll miss him when he’s gone.
My dreamer.
My rock star.
My twenty-one-year old boyfriend whom I fought so hard to resist.
Fuck. Am I a fool?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when I hear the door open, followed by the sound of little paws and a pair of feet. Sage closes the door behind him, a smirk tugging at his lips when he sees that I’m still awake. He sits on the edge of the bed and I push myself up to accept the water he promised. I drink it until it’s all gone and then hand him the glass. He sets it aside and then kisses my swollen lips softly before turning out the bedside lamp.
I lay back down, closing my eyes as I listen to him discard his boxers once more. When he slips under the sheets behind me, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. He buries his nose between my shoulder and my neck, breathing me in before he relaxes and surrenders to sleep.
As I begin to drift off, I answer my own question.
Whether this is foolish or not, this—right here, right now—makes him worth the risk.
MONDAY MORNING, WE all pile into Derrick’s SUV to make our trip down to Denver. Maddox, who rivals Millicent when it comes to waking up grumpy in the morning, sleeps the entire trip. Knox, JJ, Derrick and I chat idly, tossing around ideas and questions about what we should expect at this meeting with Stefany. D is the most levelheaded; then again, he always is. He spent most of Sunday afternoon doing research on management contracts, scouring the web for anything and everything he could find on one Ms. Stefany Jordan.
Apparently, she’s been around the industry for a couple of years. She’s worked with a few local bands, but nobody really big. She’s twenty-seven, single, and a graduate from DU. Upon hearing the information that D was able to find, Knox has his doubts—but none of us are crazy enough to back out of an opportunity to go on our first national tour. This is Lawful Sinners' last hoorah for the year, and they’ll be hitting twenty cities in six weeks. No way in hell can we pass that up.
It isn’t until we pull up to our destination that I realize Alex hasn’t said a word since we left. It’s ten minutes until our scheduled meeting. As we head inside, I hang toward the back, reaching for her arm as the others walk ahead.
“Hey, you’re quiet. What’s up?”
She shrugs and shakes her head, sliding her hands into her back pockets.
“Not falling for that, Zip. Out with it.”
She stops and frees a sigh as she looks up at me. I fold my arms across my chest and arch an eyebrow expectantly.
“You guys have been together for years. You’ve worked your asses off for this very moment. I wasn’t here to see it, but I can feel it. I can feel it when I play with you guys. I can hear it in the way you guys talk. This deal with Stefany is huge. And you know what? You deserve it. I really believe that. It’s just like Stefany said the other night. You have the potential to make a name for yourselves. You’re that good.”
“We,” I correct her with a furrowed brow. “We are that good. You’re part of this band, too, Alex.”
She coughs out a self-deprecating laugh. “See, that’s where this gets a little messed up. I’ve played one show with you. Just one.” She holds up a finger, as if I need a visual. “I don’t deserve any of this. I don’t deserve to be a part of your greatness. Who am I? Seriously, I’m just the new kid who got lucky. Right place, right time. And maybe I should be flipping out with excitement, but it just doesn’t feel right.”
“Bullshit,” I deadpan.
“Excuse me?”
“Bull-fucking-shit.” I enunciate each syllable ve
ry carefully to ensure that she hears me loud and clear. “So you’re new, who cares? You killed it at The Brew. You were every bit the badass that you promised. We wouldn't be here if we didn’t have you. A band without a bass is not a band at all.
“None of those guys in there gives a damn about your tenure. We voted you in, so you’re in, Zip. If you don’t feel like you deserve what’s coming, stick around long enough to earn your place. But remember, you’re the only one who thinks you don’t deserve this. You joined the band a week ago, but you picked up that bass years ago. So, yeah, I’m calling bullshit.”
She stares at me for a moment, her eyes wide in surprise. Then, slowly, I watch as her face relaxes, her mouth turning up in a lopsided smile. She folds her arms across her chest, mimicking me, and I can tell the wheels in her head are turning. “Ever think about going into motivational speaking? I swear, you have a knack for it.”
I bark out a laugh and shake my head at her. “Just call it like I see it. Now come on.” I walk behind her, placing a hand on each of her shoulders before guiding her after the others. “We’ve got a future to discuss.”
We catch up with the rest of the band at the elevators. They all look from me to Alex, an unspoken question in their eyes.
“Stage fright,” I tell them, squeezing Alex’s shoulders before I let her go.
“Babe, we really have to shake that shit,” says Maddox, tipping his chin at her.
“Yeah, Zip—we only go up from here,” Knox adds, playfully nudging her with his elbow.
“You’re a badass, remember?” asks Derrick.
“I’m working on it, boys. I’m working on it,” she insists with a grin.
“We’re only as strong as our weakest member,” JJ begins to say, his tone serious. “Don’t go stealing Maddy’s title, you hear?”
“Fuck off, you douche!” cries Maddox, flipping JJ the finger.
JJ bats at his hand, all of us laughing—Maddox included. Alex just shakes her head at us, amused and seemly more at ease than she was a minute ago.
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