by Brooklyn Ann
Cliff’s eyes narrowed. “First off, I don’t share, and second, dude, are you talking about raping her?”
Richard shook his head vigorously. “No, nothing like that. I figure we could buy her drinks until she changes her mind. And we don’t have to share. Her friend’s kinda cute.”
Cliff’s frown deepened. “Nah, man, I don’t hold with any chick having to be drunk to want to get with me. Besides, I’m not in the mood to deal with women tonight.”
“Well, what do you want to do?” Just sitting here was getting boring.
Cliff shrugged. “Same thing I want to do every night after busting my ass in the studio. Drink.”
Richard laughed. “That’s understandable. And if you want something stronger, I’ve got some rock we could smoke.”
Cliff slammed his glass down on the table. Crimson liquid splashed on his hand, and his face was livid. “Did you not hear what happened to our last guitarist? I don’t touch that shit.”
“I’m sorry man, I just—”
Cliff shook his head and rose from the table. “I’m taking off. Have a good night.”
Through blurry eyes, Richard watched the singer head off to the pool tables and grab Roderick. He raised his hand to wave goodbye, but neither of the musicians looked at him.
***
Kat’s heart pounded as she gazed up at Klement, waiting for his reaction. Not knowing what else to do about the unbearable tension between them, she’d broken down and come up with this insane plan. She’d dressed in the sexiest outfit she had and marched into his office to find out if his kiss had been a fluke, if their attraction was only one-sided. Yes, before she confronted him about being IT Guy, she wanted one night in his arms.
Her plan was ridiculous. Now, as he stood staring down at her, her face burned with humiliation. She was an idiot. Grasping the edges of her robe, she started to cover herself, to turn and flee.
Strong hands seized her. Kat gasped as Klement yanked her into his arms, pulling her tight against his body. His lips came down on hers, searing hot and savage. A low moan escaped her throat as she rose up on her tiptoes and tangled her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
On and on the kiss went, spiraling her into a vortex of lust. Her knees went weak, legs turned to jelly as the intensity of his kiss overwhelmed her. Kat whimpered as she stumbled into the corner of his desk, breaking it.
“I’m sorry,” Klement whispered against her lips. Then he knelt, his hands sliding down her body and past her thighs to lift the hem of her negligee. He placed a gentle kiss on her hip where she’d bumped the desk.
She nearly stumbled again as his fingers caressed her thighs, moving higher and higher, until he was at the verge of touching the throbbing source of her need. Suddenly he stopped and rose to his feet. Kat nearly cried out in disappointment.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he said.
“But—”
He placed a hand at the small of her back, guiding her out of his office.
A sinking feeling weighed Kat’s stomach. She closed her eyes. Was he sending her back to her room? Then her eyes opened and she saw that they were heading into his.
Klement’s enormous California King-sized bed filled her vision. Her pulse rose and a thrill rushed through her body at the sound of the door closing and the lock clicking into place.
“We really shouldn’t do this,” he repeated as his hands wrapped around her waist.
Kat grasped his shoulders as he lifted her onto the high bed while he remained standing. Her hand tangled in his hair as she nibbled on his neck, savoring the salty taste of his skin. A low growl sounded in his throat as he slid the sheer robe off of her shoulders to puddle on the floor. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples.
She tugged at his shirt, eager to feel his bare skin. He pulled away a moment and obliged her, pulling the shirt up and over his head.
Kat’s jaw dropped at the sight of his bare chest. For such a lanky guy, he’d been hiding a lot of bulk. Her hungry gaze took in the cords of sinew and planes of muscle stretching over his broad shoulders, chest and abs. Reaching out, she lightly caressed his skin, marveling at its hot, firm feel. Her thumb brushed his stiff nipple, and she leaned forward to taste him.
Klement groaned and joined her on the bed, hands sliding all over her body, caressing and exploring. Kat sucked in a breath as his mouth closed over the sensitive part of her neck. Her hips arched forward, wanting more.
He moved close. She could feel his hardness straining against the rough fabric of his jeans. With one hand caressing his chest, she slid the other down his flat stomach and over the bulge between his legs. Klement made a hissing sound through his teeth. His fingers, which had been playing with her inner thighs, glided up beneath her soaking panties.
A cry escaped her lips at the magic he wrought on her clit and labia. He played her body with all of the intricacy and skill of a virtuoso. Fingers working exquisite pressure points and nerve endings like guitar strings, he wrought a song within her body, and Kat writhed on the bed beneath his ministrations, gasping and panting as her entire being sang with aching need.
Klement looked down at her, his lips curved in a rakish smile. “Do you want me to use my tongue?”
Unable to speak, she nodded. Richard had never done that.
She watched in naked awe at Klement’s primal beauty as he knelt between her legs and pulled her panties down over her hips and past her ankles. His hands moved beneath her to cup her ass. His head bent down, and his tongue flicked across her slick flesh. Her hips bucked, but he held her firm.
“Oh my God!”
She gasped at the intense sensation as his mouth closed over her mound. Klement’s tongue delved into every crevice and fold before darting over her clit, inflaming every nerve ending with electric frissons of unbearable pleasure. Then orgasm ripped through her, making her scream.
Kat lay back on the bed, chest heaving. She gathered her breath. Her core still ached with a need to be filled.
A low satisfied sound reverberated from Klement as he rested his head on her belly. When he sat up, however, Kat reached for his jeans, fumbling at the button and zipper, desperate to feel his cock.
Her hand finally closed over his hot, silken length. The tip of him was wet, and Kat licked her lips. She could imagine the taste and the scent and—
Klement rose from the bed and slipped off his jeans before grabbing a condom from the bedside drawer, but instead of slipping on the protection and giving her what she craved, he drew out her exquisite torture. Covering her body with his, he trailed his lips up and down the column of her throat, his hands reaching between their bodies to touch every inch of her exposed flesh. He pulled the negligee down, exposing her breasts to his hands and mouth.
“Please,” Kat gasped, unable anymore to bear his ministrations. “I need you inside of me.”
With record speed, he donned the condom, and Kat cried out as his thick cock slid inside her. Her nails dug into his back, pulling Klement closer, needing more.
He moved deep and slowly within her wetness, a hypnotic rhythm. All sense of time and consciousness ceased; her awareness narrowed solely to the delicious weight of him, their mingled heartbeats, the blissful fulfillment of him inside her. She clung to him, arching her hips up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in a mindless mantra as her body was reduced to unadulterated sensation. Those whispers escalated to moans and cries. With each potent thrust her body clenched around him, riding the building waves of her next impending climax.
Stars exploded before her eyes, and her clit pulsed and throbbed in rhythmic ecstasy. Wracking tremors shook Kat as unfathomable pleasure crashed over her in a never-ending cascade, and just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the jolts ebbed away, leaving her deliciously limp and boneless.
Through half-lidded eyes she watched Klement’s glorious form rising up over her, his head thrown back as his own climax. Kat felt another su
rge of pleasure as his deep groan vibrated against her chest, and she felt him shudder within her.
He collapsed on top of her. For a while they two lay entwined, panting and trembling. Kat raised a languid hand and caressed his cheek. She stared at him, awestruck at the power of what he’d made her feel.
Slowly, he lowered his head and placed a chaste kiss on her lips before rolling off to flop on his back.
“I can’t believe we did that,” he said finally.
“Mmmm-hmmm,” Kat mumbled, still reeling in the aftershocks of her orgasm, incapable of coherent speech. Reluctant to allow the break in their contact, she trailed her fingers along his bicep, admiring the sight of his naked body, glistening from their lovemaking.
He moved away and got up from the bed. Kat watched him stride across the room into the bathroom to remove the condom, and his butt looked even cuter without pants.
Kat sighed and sat up, searching for her panties. Tugging them on, she carefully slid off of the high bed and adjusted her disheveled nightgown. Every inch of her skin tingled from Klement’s touch.
When he emerged, she rose and moved toward him, wanting to wrap her arms around him and press her cheek against his chest. But the coolness of his voice stopped her.
“We should get dressed,” he said, pulling on his boxer briefs. “The guys should be back any time. They won’t stay out too late on a recording night.”
Kat got the hint.
Fleeing to her room, she changed into a t-shirt and jeans. Passing the mirror, she halted at the sight of her messed up hair and puffy lips. The memory of what happened to put her in that state gave her a delicious shiver, and yet the sound of the front door opening and Cliff and Rod’s drunken voices down the hall had her scrambling for the hairbrush.
When she emerged from her room, she heard Klement talking with them in the music room. On quaking legs, she headed up the stairs to join them. Every step made her hyper aware of the tenderness between her thighs.
Klement glanced at her before turning back to Cliff. Their brief eye contact was enough to make unbearable longing spear her through the chest.
Rod smiled as she joined them. “Hello, love. Had enough clicking away on your computer?”
“Um, yeah.” That’s what she was supposed to have been doing.
She looked over at Klement again, only from the corner of her eye, but he was loading his pipe with studious concentration. Clearly he didn’t want anyone to know what they’d done, and her stomach churned with something like hurt. Was he ashamed?
If so, what did that mean for the future? Any of it?
Chapter Sixteen
Klement struggled to focus on Cliff and Rod’s chatter, but from the moment Kat came up to the music room and sat next to his drummer, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Her scruffy jeans and t-shirt didn’t stop him from picturing the curves of her luscious body, curves that he’d explored with his hands and mouth.
What had he been thinking? He’d just had sex with a colleague, a woman he’d promised to protect. This was going to wreak havoc on their working relationship, and it would bring him hell when she inevitably broke his heart. But when she’d come into his office wearing unbearably sexy lingerie, he’d been incapable of resisting her.
He should be angry with her for that, but he couldn’t muster up even the slightest hostility. That had been the best sex of his life. One would think their vast size difference would have made things awkward, with him being six-five and her only five feet tall, but her body fit to his like she was made for him.
As he raised the pipe to his lips, the scent of Kat’s arousal, still on his fingers, filled his senses. God, she’d smelled so good. And she’d tasted and felt even better. He lowered the pipe. He didn’t want weed. He wanted Kat. Again and again. Like a potent drug, one taste had him hooked.
Before his arousal returned, he shifted his attention back to his friends. “How was the Hellion?”
Roderick shrugged. “I lost twenty bucks on pool, and Cliff hung out with his new friend.”
Cliff shook his head, clearly perturbed. “I don’t know if I want to hang out with that guy anymore. He turned out to be kinda whacked.”
Klement leaned forward. “Oh? What happened?”
“First he suggested grabbing this chick off the dance-floor for a three-way…”
Rod perked up. “A little double stuff? Nothing wrong with that.”
“I’m not into it, but if that’s his thing, fine.” Cliff took the pipe and ran a thumb down the swirling blue glass. “It was the fact that when I pointed out she wasn’t interested in doing anything with anyone Rick got all date-rapist about it.”
Kat shuddered. “Ugh, he sounds like my ex. He was always trying to get me to agree to having a threesome with Kinley, and when I told him first off, ‘Kinley would never go for it,’ and second, ‘Hell no.’ He kept trying to get us drunk. Kinley wouldn’t even hang out with us for awhile because she was scared he’d slip something into her booze.”
Klement’s frown deepened. The more he heard about her ex, the more he sounded like a piece of shit, and his protective instincts raced to the forefront. I would never treat you or your friends like that, he wanted to assure her.
Roderick leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “I don’t blame him for wanting that.” At Kat’s glare he held up his hands. “But I wouldn’t be like that, I swear. I know what ‘no’ means.”
Cliff took a hit off the pipe, filling the room with the slightly skunky odor of burnt weed. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have been surprised if this guy had busted out some roofies, but instead he suggested we do some crank. Even in my coke days I never touched that shit.” His mouth twisted into a disgusted scowl. “That’s when I left.”
He passed the pipe to Kat, who passed it to Roderick then frowned. “So, hanging out with him when he was being all rapey was okay, but when he offered you meth it was a problem? I mean, I hate tweakers, but…”
Klement nodded. “She’s got you there.” Still, he was relieved that Cliff had taken the band’s official stance on hard drugs to heart.
“No, I wasn’t going to keep hanging around with him,” Cliff countered. “I was even about to tell him so, but then he brought up that shit and I was just done.”
“A tweaker-rapist.” Klement shook his head as Rod passed him back the pipe. “Man, you know how to pick ’em.” He glanced back at Kat. Her upper lip still curled in revulsion.
“Hey, I can’t help it if I’m social. I give everyone a chance.” Cliff leaned back in his chair. “Besides, he seemed cool before that. I wish I hadn’t given him that backstage pass. Hopefully he’ll spend all of his money on smack and won’t be able to get a plane ticket.”
Klement handed over the pipe. “We can hope. At least these things are always crowded, so he should be easy to avoid.”
Kat looked up quickly and blushed before turning back to the others. “He just better stay the hell away from me.”
“Don’t worry,” Klement said. “I…ah, we will keep you away from the creeps. Plus, there’s always a lot of security at these things.”
Their eyes met once more, sending an arc of heat between them. Kat’s face pinkened further before she rose from her seat.
“Well, I’m going to bed. G’night, guys.”
As Klement watched her leave the room, he felt like an invisible cord bound them, pulling tighter the further away she went.
After a long, awkward silence, he got up from his seat. “I think I’m going to crash, too. I’ve got those bass tracks tomorrow.”
Once downstairs, he paused by Kat’s door. What would she do if he knocked? A thousand delicious fantasies played out in his mind, but reluctantly he continued on to his own room. There his gaze lit on her satin robe, still pooled on his bedroom floor. Scooping it up, he inhaled the silken fabric. It still smelled like her.
He needed to return the robe to her tomorrow before the guys saw it. They didn’t usually go in his room, but he didn’t want t
o take any risks. However, he couldn’t give it back to Kat tonight.
After undressing and climbing into bed, he tucked the robe under his arm, wishing instead for the softness of her skin.
***
Kat’s stomach roiled with butterflies as she joined Klement in his Suburban the next morning. It was the first time they’d been alone together since he’d taken her into his bed.
She’d been up all night trying to figure out what to say to him, rehearsing imaginary conversations in her head. Would they do it again? Was she now his girlfriend, or was it a one-time thing that he never wanted to repeat? She hadn’t really given him much opportunity to say no. She’d just barged into his office in sexy lingerie and thrown herself at him. What normal guy would pass that up?
But, as much as she should be ashamed for her behavior, she couldn’t muster more than a twinge of remorse. Klement’s lovemaking had been magical. Earth-shattering.
She peeked over at him as he drove down the windy mountain road, studying the sharp angles of his cheeks, the curve of his lips that had been between her thighs. His large, lean body that had been entwined with hers. Had the experience been as powerful for him? Kat practically vibrated with frustration at the unanswered questions. If she didn’t have some sort of closure or resolution soon, she’d go insane.
Klement kept his eyes on the road, his hand at ten and two on the steering wheel like a model driver’s ed student. He had to be feeling the awkwardness, too. Didn’t he?
She opened her mouth, closed it, then took a deep breath and found her voice. “A-about last night…”
His gaze whipped to hers, intense with unreadable emotion. “I’m still processing that. Can we discuss it later?”
“Okay.” Kat sank back in her seat. “Are we still cool?” Was he mad at her?
His voice softened. “Of course we are.” He reached out and squeezed her hand quickly before returning his grip to the steering wheel. “I just need to focus on my session today, okay?”
A thrill ran through her at the small physical contact, brief as it was. “I understand.”