by Alla Kar
“That’s it,” I whispered. She took me to the back of her throat and then out again. Her ass pointed into the air was the hottest damn thing I’d ever seen. If I hadn’t been on the verge of exploding I would have reached over and smacked it.
“Am I doing okay?” she pulled out and whispered.
Tears were pricking my eyes. Hell yes she was doing okay. More than okay. I nodded slowly unable to say one goddamn word. She grinned and leaned down to take me again.
And she was going agonizingly slow. “Missy,” I warned. And when I felt her smile against me I knew she was doing it on purpose.
Oh, I was going to spank her for that. “What?” she whispered out.
Oh yeah she was going down. “Keep that up and I’m going to come down there and wipe that smile off your face, Sugar.”
Despite my warning, she continued her slow pace until my legs began to twitch. I was so damn close. Clutching her hair tighter, I began to try and pull her mouth away from me but she bit down gently to tell me to stop.
She wanted me to come in her mouth.
Goddamn, had I hit the jackpot? She was incredibly innocent and incredibly curious to try absolutely everything with me. And I hadn’t even told her I’d fallen in love with her yet.
I didn’t want to scare her away. It would suck to have her abandon me because I came on way too strong.
She reached down and tugged my balls gently. “Fuck!” I shouted and exploded into her mouth.
She stayed glued to me until I had spilled everything into her. When she shot up her face was ghost white. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I didn’t know it would be so much.” Her tiny nose crinkled and I couldn’t help but laugh. And laugh.
Tears fell from my eyes. She was so damn cute! She held her hands outward like it may fall from her mouth and crab walked over to the bathroom.
She was washing her mouth out with water when I came in the doorway. “You okay? Here.” I handed her an extra toothbrush I had in the cabinet. “Brush your teeth. I tried to warn you.”
She sighed and shook her head. “I don’t know how the pornstars do it. If I’m sugar you’re salt. It was salty.”
I barked out another laugh. “We can’t all taste like sugar,” I kissed her cheek. “Wait a minute—you watch porn?”
She turned to me and rolled her eyes. “Like you don’t!”
“I haven’t since I was sixteen. Now I know how you filled them nights in the pretty mansion your daddy has.”
She blushed and shoved my shoulder. “I didn’t watch it all the time. Just when I was lonely.”
I shook my head. “Prissy Missy likes porn.”
She narrowed her gaze. “No sex for two weeks. How does that sound?”
I held my hands up in surrender. “I’ll behave ma’am. I swear.”
Her grin turned down and she turned back to the mirror. “What’s the matter?” I asked.
She sighed. “All of my things are at my dad’s house.”
“Well, we can go get them.”
She shook her head. “Dad changed the locks. He did it when mom left too. There is no way he is going to let us get my things. And all I have are the things I brought on tour. Most of my clothes, and my personal things are back in my room.”
Grabbing her waist I lifted her to the sink. “We will get your things back or I’ll buy you all new things.”
She traced her hands over the word Love on my chest and smiled. “What would you say if I told you I’d be willing to sneak into my house and get my things?”
“I’d say let’s do this business, Sugar. I’m all about breaking and entering. It’s part of my swag.”
She rested her arms behind her and swung her legs. “So, do you have anything black I can wear?”
“Why do you need black?”
“I thought you were good at this? We have to disguise ourselves so that no one sees our faces.”
Placing my palms on her knees to get closer, I furrow my brow. “Who would see our faces? Won’t your dad be on tour at least one more night without me? They won’t find a guitarist this quick. They’ll have to postpone the tour until they find one. But I doubt they’re home yet.”
“Dad has security camera set up—everywhere. I swear he used to watch it at night to make sure I wasn’t sneaking out.”
“Cameras! Are you crazy, Kid?”
She rolled her eyes and pushed my chest so I would let her down. “Come on Mr. ‘I have a reputation’ to live up to. I thought this would be right up your alley.”
I lifted a brow. “Oh, Sugar. I’m down.”
***
I’d created a monster.
“What happened to that shy girl I danced with at the club?” I whispered from the driver’s seat of my truck.
She grabbed a handful of Reece’s Pieces sitting in the cup holder. “That girl died with my sanity on the tour bus.”
I snorted. “So, Detective King. How long do we have to stake out here? I’m telling you they aren’t home yet.”
She cupped her hands over her eyes, in the cutest way, and squinted. “I think you’re right. They aren’t home yet. So, I guess that means that we can initiate operation ‘get our things back.’”
Looking down at her, I laughed. “Is that the best you’ve got, Rookie? Give me a better name than that.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Operation … Save the day?”
I scoffed. “Girls. How about Operation Scorpion?”
“What? No!” she laughed. “That has nothing to do with anything we’re doing. You’re just trying to make it sound badass.”
“Duh. I’m a guy and it’s part of our job description.”
The wicked smile on her face made me forget what I was going to say next. Leaning over to place her mouth above mine, she whispered, “I like Operation Unicorn, then.”
“Unicorn?” I whispered against her mouth. It was parted and waiting but she kept it just out of reach. “Could you have thought of anything more girly?”
She smiled. “I am a girl the last time I checked. And here I was thinking that you liked my girly parts. I guess I’ll have to find someone else that likes my—,”
I silenced her with my mouth. I had really just wanted to taste her a bit. Goddamn she tasted so good. “Unicorn it is,” I mumbled against her mouth.
When she pulled back she had a smug smile on her face. “I believe I really have created a monster.”
“Operation Unicorn is now underway. Let’s go.”
Missy and I were really wearing all black. She had one of my smaller t-shirts tucked into some black yoga pants she had with black knee high boots. She looked ridiculously hot in the dorkiest way ever.
The house was three stories and sat in the middle of a cul-de-sac. The biggest one I’d ever seen. The gate that surrounded it was pretty high but Missy looked like she knew where she was going.
The cameras were there like she said they would be. They moved as we ran from post to post for cover. “Are you sure we won’t get caught, Missy?”
She glanced back at me over her shoulder. “There is a hole in the fence by my window. We can get in.” She pointed toward the trellis to the side of the house where a big window and balcony sat. “That’s my room. We just have to climb the trellis and we’re in. I always leave my window door opened.”
“Oh, of course, we’ll just climb the trellis. You do know I play guitar and don’t rock climb right?”
She snorted. “Your panties are showing, Mrs. Daisy.”
I bit my lip to hold my laugh and grabbed her around her small waist and started tickling her. “Stop!” she said, her voice soft but urgent. “This is not how Operation Unicorn was supposed to go!” Tears pricked the side of her eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry. You’re not Mrs. Daisy! You’re not Mrs. Daisy!”
I let her go and she swatted her hand at me. “Okay,” she said. “Now that I’ve pissed myself—we can proceed.”
“I would laugh at you if you really pissed yourself
, you know that right?”
“Because you’re such a gentleman.”
Cupping her jaw, I smirked. “I never proclaimed to be a gentleman. What do you expect from Rocker Hercules?”
She threw her head back and laughed. “You’re right. We should never say that in public. Now, be serious. We’re going in.”
I followed her toward the ‘hole’ in the fence. It wasn’t a hole at all. Two of the bars on the gate had been pulled outward giving someone small enough room to slip through. Missy climbed through with no problem. “Come on!” she waved me over.
“You can’t think my big ass is going to fit in there. My shoulders are too broad.”
Missy frowned. “Can you climb over?”
I looked up at the eight foot fence. “I’d drink some Redbull but I found out it really doesn’t give you wings.”
Rolling her eyes, she offered me her hand. “Then you’re going to have to slide through. Put your big girl panties on, Mrs. Daisy.”
“I’m killing you when I get through this fence.”
Putting my hands above my head, I slipped sideways through the fence until my belt caught. “Shit, can you take my belt off?”
Missy nodded but stopped and grinned. “Don’t do whatever you’re thinking, because I’m going to spank that ass for it, I can already tell you.”
“Not if you’re stuck, you can’t.” She dug around in my pocket and pulled out my cell phone.
“You’re a dead woman walking.”
She giggled and started taking pictures of me. I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Dead. Dead. Dead,” I said.
When she had taken ten pictures from different angels she shoved my cell phone into her jacket pocket. “Okay, now let’s get you out.”
I choked out a laugh. “You’re going down, Prissy Missy.”
“Oh, I hope so,” she whispered, before she started undoing my belt. “If your lower half was on this side I’d do dirty things to you.”
I groaned. “You’re a temptress.”
She slid my belt through the loops and helped me wiggle my way through. Once I fell to the ground, she took off running and laughing toward her house. “Smart girl,” I called out after her.
I bent down low to the ground and ran toward their house. The trellis had roses growing on it, and they pricked my fingers every other rung. “Goddammit,” I mumbled and swung my leg over the balcony ledge.
Missy was standing in the opened window staring into her room. It looked like a house in itself. By her stiff posture I knew she was sad. Her arms hung loosely by her sides.
As slowly as I could, I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Are you okay? Do you want to leave?”
I couldn’t see her face but I knew she was crying. The sadness in her voice was too deep. “No,” she whispered. “I want to get my things and never come back here again.” She tore from my grip and stormed into her room. She took overnight bags and shoved them full of clothes, makeup, trophies, shoes and then papers and journals from her desk.
Tears were falling down her face and I wanted to run to her and kiss every one of them away. But I knew she needed the space. When she tossed the bags to the side and started digging underneath the bed I was almost crying myself.
I hated to see her so damn sad. But the anger always comes shortly after betrayal. It’s just up to the person on how long it stays. Missy pulled a bottle of what looked like spray paint out from a box of decorations.
“Missy,” I said.
She didn’t even look my way. She turned on her heel, and disappeared down the hallway.
“Shit.” I ran after her and into a narrow hallway that led to another room. I pushed the door open and found Missy standing in a ginormous bedroom. It had to be her dad’s.
The modern theme looked so damn cold and impersonal. But seeing it belonged to Mr. King I understood.
“His room was right down the hallway from me so he could keep an eye on me.” She turned to me and I had to hide my gasp. The black streaks from her ‘Operation Unicorn attack’ were streaming down her face.
Her eyes were so puffy that she looked like there were no more tears left. “Always keeping an eye out for me, but as soon as I take a stand he tosses me out like I’m nothing. Why watch over something so closely and not give a damn about it?”
I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say to that. My parents abandoned me but I grew up with foster parents that cared. Even though it hurt to the core and haunted me, I never cried about it. My foster parents filled the void, Missy didn’t have that fortune. And even though she grew up with so many things—they weren’t the things she needed.
“I hate him,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I hate him!” she screamed.
I clutched my fists. I wanted—needed to do something but I had no idea what to do. She needed to get it out but I didn’t want her fucking up his house. Missy marched toward his bed and ripped the comforter to the floor and started spray painting his bed.
Shit. I ran toward her, grabbed the spray paint and pulled her to my chest. She started to sob and I brought us to the floor. With her back against my chest I rocked her back and forth.
Yanking her hood back, I ran my fingers through her hair and started to sing her her song. I’m not exactly sure how long I sat there rocking her in the middle of her father’s bedroom. The covers of his bed beneath us on the floor.
When her sobs started to slow and her heartbeat steadied, I sighed in relief. “Sugar?”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “That was childish of me.”
I laughed harshly. “Don’t apologize, Missy. It’s okay to be mad. I’m mad for you. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
Pulling back, she looked me in the eyes. Most of her makeup was off. The bruise from Benton was yellowing and her tear streaks left marks down to her jaw. “When I saw my room and how privileged I was it made me angry. Because I had everything I ever wanted but the one thing I needed. Love.”
My heart broke a little in my chest. “Baby,” I whispered. “I don’t give a damn what your dad did or didn’t do to you. You have people that love you.”
She whimpered and shook her head. “Who? My Mom?” She scoffed. “I’ve always acted fine around my mom. She’s one of my best-friends. But in reality my mom just let me go, Paxton. I wanted her to fight the court for me. But she didn’t. I think she thought I’d be better off without her. She was wrong. I needed her here because dad broke me in two. And now my entire reputation is going to be ruined. It’s all over the news!”
“Missy,” I said, shaking my head. “I want you do to me a favor, Sugar. I want you to forget your parents, Nick, Benton and all of those other inconsiderate assholes. And I want you to let me in here.” I pointed toward her heart. “I want you to let me love you, baby.”
A sob broke from her throat. “You’re already in,” she whispered.
I nodded, grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her toward me. She moaned into my mouth and opened so I could taste her. She clutched onto to me for dear life and I held her as tight as I could. There was no space between us.
“Baby,” I whispered against her mouth. She pushed herself harder into me, taking me off guard, and I stumbled back onto my back.
“Missy,” I said, grabbing the nape of her neck and steadying her. “You know I’m completely attracted to you and everything but we’re in your asshole dad’s bedroom. I’m not fucking you in here.”
Missy was still for a few seconds and then she busted out laughing. “You’re right. That’s gross.”
I nodded and stood up. “We better go get your things and go.”
She nodded but stopped me with her fingers. “Paxton.”
I turned and looked down at her.
“Thank you.”
“Always.”
Chapter Thirteen
Missy
Paxton was on the phone with his agent the entire next day after ‘operation suck ass.’ That did not go the way I had
planned, at all.
I spent the rest of the night unpacking my things into Paxton’s closet—which wasn’t as weird as I had imagined it would be—and eating ice cream to help my mood. Paxton said ice cream always made it better, and I agreed. It did.
I pulled on a grey summer dress that crisscrossed in the back and let my hair hang loose. Paxton was down in his ‘studio’ talking with his agent. We had planned on going to the bar that night and doing karaoke. The door was cracked so I peeked my head in and saw Paxton sitting with his elbows on his knees and head hanging down.
He was shirtless with a pair of low slung jeans on. All his bright tattoos flexing underneath his tensing arms.
“Are you okay?”
His head snapped up. “I’m fine. What—oh, what time is it? Sorry I’ve been talking with my agent.”
I closed the door behind me and walked over toward the oval shaped red chair in the corner where he was sitting. I plopped down on his lap. “What did your agent say?”
He wrapped his arm around me. “That I need to get my ass in gear and find a band that will take me now.”
I furrowed my brow. “You’re the best guitarist in the business. My dad said it. Why wouldn’t a band want you? Plus you’re not too bad on the eyes either.”
He snorted. “I may be a good guitarist but who wants the guy that fucked his bandmates girlfriend and slept with his ‘off limits’ manager’s daughter?”
Oh, no. I hadn’t even thought about how any of this would affect Paxton. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I should have never done this to you. My dad is going to drive your career into the ground just like he did my life.”
Paxton shook his head. “None of this is your fault. I decided to kiss you in public and announce it to your dad. I did this because I’m in love with you.”
In love with me? It was the second time he’d used love and you in the same sentence. And this time it was deliberate. And I loved it.
“And I don’t give a damn—,”
“I love you too,” I said.
Paxton clamped his jaw shut and watched me. “I know I sound crazy,” he said. “We’ve only known each other for two weeks. But—goddammit if it doesn’t feel good to hear you say it back, Missy. There is something about you that I can’t pinpoint but it’s perfect for me.”