by Alla Kar
I grinned. “You’re such a charmer.”
He laughed and nuzzled my neck.
“Will you play for me?” I asked, pointing toward the acoustic guitar sitting by his feet. He looked down and grabbed the guitar. I scooted to the side of the chair and let him rest. Strumming his fingers over the guitar he locked eyes with me. And my sex clenched. Something about a man and a guitar would dampen any girls’ panties.
“Any requests, Mrs. King?”
I smiled. “Iris.”
Keeping his gaze on mine he started strumming the strings. I waited patiently for his voice because I ached to hear it. And when it hit it soared.
And I’d give up forever to touch you.
‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow.
You’re the closet to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t wanna to go home right now.
His eyes traced my face as he sang to me. Something stirred inside of me that I’d never felt. It was warm and felt like it belonged there.
And I don’t want the world to see me..
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand.
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
Paxton’s gaze moved to my lips and I ached for him to close the distance. As if he could hear my internal plea he moved forward and pressed his mouth to mine. It tasted so minty and eager that I would have given up anything for it to last forever.
“I just want you to know who I am,” he whispered against my mouth. “How in the hell did I get so lucky?”
Shaking my head, I ran my hand down his scruff. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
***
Valeria was sitting at the bar when Paxton and I walked in.
And I knew the minute she saw me because her mouth gaped opened. I should have expected it since she had only seen Paxton once at the club. She quickly closed her mouth and fixed her dress.
I snorted. “Val!” I shouted and leapt at her when she jumped off the stool. We did a mini dance together because two weeks of not seeing each other was a big deal for us. “This is Paxton Evers. Paxton this is Valeria Blankenship.”
Valeria’s hand shot out. “Nice to meet you Rocker Hercules.”
Paxton narrowed his gaze. “Missy, didn’t I tell you to pass on the word about that?”
She laughed. “She told me not to say it in public. I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s nice to know you’ll both be ganging up on me most of the time.”
She slapped his arm. “Chicks before dicks.”
He lifted a brow. “So you’re the culprit?”
She laughed and looped her arm through mine. “Let’s go get a table so that we can have a good view when Paxton sings.”
We all made our way toward an empty booth closer to the stage and laughed at the two drunk girls singing Shania Twain.
No one seemed to notice Paxton sitting with us, but most where super drunk so it made sense. After the last drunk girl stumbled off the stage one of the waitresses got on stage.
“Okay, guys! Let’s give it up for those lovely girls. Who is next to come up?” She pointed toward random people. “You sir? Come on, girl you can do it. Oh, we got ourselves a bunch of pussies in the house tonight!”
I nudged Paxton’s side. “Come on, pussy. Get up there!’
“I’ll show you pussy,” he whispered before getting up and heading toward the stage with his guitar.
“Yay! We have ourselves a candidate. Let’s see what you got, gorgeous.” The waitress gave Paxton the microphone and he placed it on the stand before sitting down on the barstool in the middle of the stage.
“Hey everybody. My name is Paxton and I’m going sing to you for a little bit.” He strummed his guitar and started playing Counting Stars by One Republic.
“So I have to know, how has the sex been?” Valeria blurted out.
I gave her a long sideways glance. “Been sitting on that one, haven’t ya?”
She took another shot that she talked the bartender into letting her have. “Hell yes. Please, tell me. We can’t really go by your first time. I mean it was your first time. It’s never good.”
I frowned. “It was good to me, after the pain went away.”
Valeria gave me an eye roll. “Come on, tell me!”
We both turned to look at Paxton when his voice went higher. “Swoon,” Valeria mumbled. “I swear you got lucky on your first try. Slut.”
We both giggled. “It’s great. Way more than great. Amazing.”
She nodded. “So—I read the news today.”
“So you know why we’re back in L.A so soon then.”
Valeria turned toward me and laid her hand on top of mine. “Are you okay, Missy? Do you need anything? Your dad is such a prick.”
“That he is.” I pointed toward the shot. “May I?’
Valeria smiled. “He’s brought you to the dark side.” She gave an evil Plankton laugh. “I like him already.”
I snorted. “I’d hardly say I’m living on the edge or anything. But,” I grabbed the shot and took a gulp. “Gross!” I shouted, covering my mouth to force the harsh liquor down my throat. “That is so nasty.”
Valeria nodded. “It is indeed. So, what are you going to do now? Your dad really kicked you out?”
Sadness threatened my throat. “He did. So I’m staying with Paxton until I can figure out what I’m going to do with my life.”
She lifted a brow and leaned back against the booth seat. “I never expected you’d be the one kicked out and living with your first serious boyfriend who has tattoos and a piercing. Oh—I almost forgot. Does he—.” She pointed down. “Go down south? I know he has that piercing. How does it feel?” She rested her elbow on the table and grinned.
Having Valeria ask me about anything remotely sexual was new. She was the one that always took that leap of faith and did things first.
“It’s amazing,” I sighed. “The best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. I couldn’t even explain it to you if I tried!”
Rolling her eyes, she scoffed. “Lucky bitch.”
Nodding, I looked back at the stage where Paxton was singing Mirrors. He was smiling through his words. “Have you talked to your mom yet?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sure she’ll find out soon when she gets out of bed with her new beau to find out.”
Val snorted. “Your mom is kind of looney.”
Looney wasn’t even the word. It was more like careless. She took up for me when she was around to know what happened. I couldn’t believe I’d spilled my guts to Paxton the day before.
My mother had always been better than my dad but not like other moms. Valeria’s mom didn’t act like a teenager. I loved my mom to pieces but she had abandoned me with my dad. It was just the first time I had realized it because the divorce blinded it.
Paxton’s music drifted to a still. The room was completely silent. All the drunken howls and laughs were quiet. An eruption of applause sounded all at once. The staff was standing on the bar behind us shouting like maniacs.
Paxton smiled, got up and walked off the stage. My heart drummed against my ribs knowing he was walking to me. He loved me.
When he sat down, he grabbed my jaw and kissed me something fierce. I was panting and red when he pulled back.
“Well, I’m glad we got that out of the way,” Valeria said.
Paxton smiled. “I’m glad you ladies had some time to catch up, because I’m afraid Missy’s going to be busy with me for a few nights.”
I kicked Paxton underneath the table. “Ouch,” he whispered under a smile. “Just saying. I’m going to have her all to myself—,”
“Hush!” I said.
Valeria pointed to my face. “You’re blushing.”
I rolled my eyes and turned my head away from them. Paxton wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back against his chest. “Sugar, you’re adorable.”
Valeria poked her bottom lip ou
t. “Stop it. You’re both making me jealous. And now I have the image of you two getting it on.”
“Stop thinking about it!’ I shouted.
Paxton howled with laughter but turned really still. I glanced up at him and followed his gaze. Oh, shit.
Nick was charging through the crowd from the bar. “I guess the tour has been canceled,” Paxton said, chugging a shot.
“This isn’t going to be good,” Valeria said.
I shook my head. “No it’s not.”
Nick made it to our table and slammed his palms down. “Look who it is. The fucking disgrace of the family and her fuck buddy. I hope you’re happy now, Missy. The whole tour is canceled because you couldn’t keep your goddamn legs closed.”
Everyone was staring at us. Some of the staff had huddled together in an attempt to decide what to do. I wish they would hurry. Nick looked so much like Dad that it scared me.
“Say you’re sorry,” Paxton said from beside me.
Nick scoffed. “I don’t have to say shit. She’s ruined this for me. I wish mom and dad had never fucking had—,”
Paxton shot up so quick that I didn’t realize he’d moved. He shoved Nick backwards causing him to stumble to the ground. He backtracked until he could get on his feet and stood up. “You want to fight, Paxton? I’m not fighting over her because she isn’t worth it.”
Valeria scooted over toward me and wrapped her arm tightly around me. “Should we call the cops?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, the press would be here in a second. It’ll only make the situation worse.”
“You’re not leaving this bar until you apologize to your sister.”
Nick threw his head back and laughed. It was a little psychotic sounding. “Who is going to make me, Paxton? You?”
Paxton was shaking. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to run up on him but I wanted to calm him like he calmed me.
When I took a step toward him, Nick’s gaze turned to mine. Without looking back, Paxton said, “Sit down, Missy.”
I froze.
“Sit down,” he said loudly.
I obeyed. There wasn’t one ounce of humor in his voice. He was fucking pissed. Valeria slid next to me. I could feel her heartbeat against my shoulder were she was pressed tightly.
“Say it,” Paxton said.
Nick turned to leave but Paxton caught his shoulder and turned him back. Nick tried to jerk out of his grip but Paxton held on tight. “Say it or I’m going to break that pretty face of yours. That’s what gets you sales, right? Because you can’t sing worth a shit.”
The vein in his forehead—that matched dads—was throbbing and I knew he was on the verge of losing it. “Fuck off!”
Paxton shook his head softly, and gave him a quick jab to the jaw. A loud crack echoed and the crunching of the bone sent ice through my veins. Nick stumbled backwards, holding his jaw like it wasn’t attached to him anymore.
“Fucking ass—,
Paxton reached forward and threw Nick easily to the floor. Nick laughed out bitterly but howled when Paxton kicked him in the side.
No. Nick wasn’t going to apologize because he was too prideful. Just like my dad would never apologize. Standing up, I ran toward Paxton and threw my arms around him.
“Get back, Missy.”
“No!” I shouted. “Stop! He’s not going to apologize because he’s too prideful, Paxton. He’s too much like my dad. He’ll die here on this floor tonight. He will not apologize.”
Paxton’s gaze was feral. “He’s going to apologize.”
“No!” I shook my head. “He’s not. And even though he doesn’t give a shit about me, he’s my brother and I can’t let you kill him. I hope you understand.”
Paxton’s lips turned down while he drug his knuckles down my face. “You deserve an apology.”
I smiled. “I don’t care if I ever get one. He doesn’t matter.”
When I glanced down Nick was staring up at me with a scowl on his face. “Go Nick. Before I come to my senses and let Paxton wipe the floor with your worthless ass.” Nick stood up with a smug smile on his face. Even though there was blood dripping from the corner of his swollen jaw, and he was holding his side like a rib was broken.
“You’ll get what’s coming to you,” he spat.
“I love you too, Nick.”
He spat on the floor and pushed his way toward the EXIT in the back of the bar. I watched him leave without a hint of remorse. Paxton hugged me tight to him. “I’m sorry, Missy. You didn’t deserve to hear any of that. I still feel like tearing his head off.” He was telling the truth. I could feel his heart hammering and he was still shaking.
Looking up to meet his piercing baby blues, I smiled. “Take me home and show me how much you love me, Paxton.”
“That I can do.”
***
After we told Valeria we were leaving we drove straight to the house.
Paxton’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel and he hadn’t said a word since we got into the vehicle. There was something so feral and undeniably breathtaking about his sense of protection. It was constant and one hundred percent.
He pulled into his driveway and immediately got out. I followed quickly behind him and into the house.
I heard his keys hit the small table behind me and then Paxton’s breath was on the back of my neck. “Take your shirt off.”
It wasn’t a question so I didn’t give an answer. Taking my shirt off, I kept my back to him and tossed it to the floor. He bent down and ran his face against my neck and took a huge intake of breath. “You smell so fucking good.”
I was shivering and he hadn’t touched me yet. “Yeah?” I asked weakly.
He groaned, and unsnapped my bra with no effort at all. The ceiling fan circling above us sent chills up my spine, making my nipples harden. “I had a rule,” he said gruffly.
It took me a minute but I realized his silence between words was because he was taking off his clothes. The image sent a heavy pressure down to my lower stomach that lit fire. “What was your rule?” I asked.
His mouth skimmed my neck and down to my shoulder where he bit down gently, and engulfed my hips with his palms. “That I would never have sex with a virgin unless I planned on marrying her.”
Oh. “Well I guess I kind of messed that up for you,” I said breathless.
He laughed against my ear, and flicked his tongue against it. “That’s the thing—you didn’t mess it up. You made it all better. My rule hasn’t been broken, Missy. Because I plan to keep you forever.”
Forever? Me?
Paxton turned me to face him, resting one hand on my hip and the other against my cheek. “This is not a marriage proposal because I’m not that crazy. But I do plan on hanging on tight, and not letting anything come between you and me.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m so terrible at this stuff.”
I grinned. “You’re doing pretty well to me.”
He rested his forehead against mine. “Kiss me, Sugar.”
His kiss raced through me and erased any doubt that I was alone in the world. That even though my family didn’t care about me, he did. Paxton grabbed me beneath my ass and carried me to his L shaped sectional in his living room.
Lowering us to the surface he never broke our kiss. He kept it steady and controlled until he was lying between my legs and he let himself go.
Nipping, sucking, licking—anything he could do to my mouth with his, he did it. I was withering away from the hard body hovering against me, protecting me from the bad things around me.
Paxton pulled my panties down my legs and jerked his jeans down to his ankles. There was no time for unnecessary foreplay because I was soaking wet. And we both needed each other then.
Steadying my waist, he ran his other hand up my thigh to cup my ass and lifted me enough so that we were aligned. Our breathing was fast against each other but it made everything seem so much more real. I made him feel the way he made me feel. And it was amazing knowing I turned him on the way
I did.
He nudged my entrance with the tip of himself and my vision went starry. Just knowing how satisfied he was about to make me.
Everything had been so slow and careful until he thrust hardly into me and pinched my nipple at the same time. I convulsed around him. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to come so quickly but gazing through my foggy vision into his baby blues I knew Paxton was different than normal.
He was perfect. And I’d snagged him on my first try.
When my body heated and I’d adjusted to him he quickened his pace. Leaning down he draped both of my legs over his elbow and plowed into me so deep that I felt like I’d rip in half at any moment.
The heat surrounding us was scorching my skin on every possible inch but our sweaty bodies held onto one another like the depths of hell couldn’t tear us apart.
He mumbled my name into my ear, his breath fast and his voice gritty. There wasn’t anything in the world that sounded better than his voice. “Let me have all of you,” he groaned.
He had all of me. Everything I had to offer—my heart, soul, body and everything to come. He wasn’t the only one that wasn’t letting go. I’d handcuff him to my heart and thrown away the key if it were possible.
Calloused fingertips gripped my neck and supported my head as he fucked my mouth with his. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,’ he whispered. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.” He slowed his pace and drug himself in and out of me in the most torturous way possible.
Wrapping my knees around his waist, I pulled him closer to me and he groaned against my mouth. “You want all of me?” he asked.
Nodding, I ran my fingers over his dirty blond hair. He didn’t have any gel in that day and it sank through my fingers like silk. “Every inch,” I said.
Paxton nodded and sank deeper into me, filling me wider and deeper than he’d ever been. I screamed his name and a whole bunch of other things I couldn’t even remember saying. I was too far gone to care. The fire in my belly exploded and his pace quickened sending me further over the edge of ecstasy.