by Alyssa Breck
Chapter Five
It was Evie’s first time back to the arena since the shooting. The prosecutor had pleaded the case out and the woman who shot Lyle was serving a ten year sentence at the Central California Women’s Prison. She was also looking at more time because despite a restraining order, the woman had mailed several letters to Lyle’s recording label, some of which contained death threats against both him and Evie. There was a part of her that felt sorry for someone who was so obsessed and disturbed she’d be willing to end someone’s life to get what she wanted. Maybe she belonged in a mental hospital instead of prison. That wasn’t Evie’s call to make but she rested easy knowing the psycho was locked up and both she and Lyle were safe. She couldn’t have bore the stress of having Lyle out on the road with that maniac on the loose. Evie would have lost her mind.
The anxiety of revisiting the scene of the crime made her heart thump hard but it sped up even more because she was excited to see Lyle. When he promised he’d come back, he’d kept that promise.
His dressing room had his name on the door. It was actually just written on a piece of paper and taped to the wood. Impressive.
Evie turned the knob and stepped inside.
As soon as the door shut, Lyle pushed her up against the wall and lifted her leg around his hip. “I fucking missed you.”
“Me too.” She bit down on his lip and slipped her hands under his t-shirt. “How much time do we have?” It had only been a month since Evie saw him last but it felt like forever.
“Like half an hour. I’m glad you wore a skirt.” He laughed and hiked the material up over her hips and practically ripped her panties off. Lyle dropped down on his knees and rested her leg on his shoulder. He smiled up at her before he buried his face into her pussy. His tongue found her clit and teased the already hardening bud. He sucked lightly and rubbed his fingers at her opening.
“God. I’m going to come already. Keep doing that.” Evie tangled her fingers into his hair and held his face against her. The first tremor was already beginning.
Lyle drove two fingers inside her and rubbed her G-spot.
She moaned and bit her lip, trying to be quiet. The walls were thin and Evie knew the other guys in the band or someone would be on the other side of that wall.
Lyle sucked her clit harder and moved his tongue from side to side and that was all it took.
“Damn. Oh, my God,” she yelled. “Oh, my God.” Her pussy contracted, holding his fingers inside. Her head fell forward and she almost collapsed.
Lyle gripped her hip and held her against the wall. He licked her come and sucked her a little more before he stood up, still wiggling his fingers inside her. “Your pussy is so tight right now. I need to fuck you.”
Evie could barely breathe and just nodded. He unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans. Lyle was much taller than her so he picked her up and pulled her legs around his waist to even the playing field.
She reached down between them and stroked his cock. Hard, hot, thick. “I want you. In me. Now.”
“Mhm. I’ll always give you what you want, baby.” He pressed against her, the head of his dick invading her hole. Lyle pinned her arms against the wall above her head and rammed into her.
Evie gritted her teeth and moaned. She moaned louder the faster he moved.
Lyle covered her mouth. “You’re going to get me in trouble.” He moved his hips, bending his knees to thrust up into her.
She sucked at his fingers over her mouth, tasting herself on them.
He let go of her arms and pulled them around his neck. “Hold on.” Lyle grabbed her hips and squeezed hard, fingers bruising flesh. He pumped into her over and over, harder, faster. “Come for me. Come on my dick.”
The head of his cock slid over that spot inside her and with every thrust she was closer, teetering on the ledge.
“I’m close. Yes.” Evie’s head hit the wall from the force of his thrusts. “Harder.”
“Let’s take this to the floor, baby.”
In a flash, Lyle had her on her back. His hands pushed her shirt and bra up, too impatient to take them off. His teeth pulled on her nipples and his thumb found her clit. Her legs were up over his shoulders and, oh damn, she was going to pass out from the pleasure. Nipples, clit and pussy all being stimulated.
Evie arched her back as the fire spread, coursing over and through her nerve endings, seeking their final destination between her legs. His cock stretched her, almost painfully and he drove deep, bottoming out with every rock of his hips. Her body convulsed and her thighs trembled. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed. Lyle didn’t try to stop her that time.
“Jesus Christ. You’re like a vise. That feels so fucking good.” He squeezed her breasts and pumped into her once more and pulsed, heat filled her inside.
“I’m going to be completely useless up there tonight.” Lyle smiled and kissed her forehead.
Evie breathed hard and laughed. “I might have to stay in here and take a nap now.”
He pulled out of her. “Oh no you don’t. If I have to go out and play, you have to sit and watch.” Lyle winked. “We better get dressed or we’ll miss the introduction and I’ll be in deep shit with the guys.”
Evie cleaned up in the bathroom and went without her panties since they seemed to have disappeared. She put her hair up in a ponytail. Nobody would know what they had just done or how much she had missed him.
Lyle opened the door to the dressing room while tucking his t-shirt into his jeans. He grabbed his guitar and she followed him out. Perks of being the girlfriend of a rock star included getting to watch the show from stage side. It was surreal to believe this was her life. Every so often, Lyle looked over at her from where he sang to a crowd of thousands of people and he smiled, just for her.
They skipped the after party, which had become standard for Lyle since the shooting. He told his manager he just couldn’t do them anymore. Instead, they went back to Evie’s house and ordered Thai takeout. They had a routine of sorts, albeit an odd routine. In the short time since they’d met, they’d endured a lot and he still came back.
“It’s good to be back here.” Lyle squeezed her hand. “Every time I see you, it’s like seeing you for the first time all over again.”
“I’m glad you’re back and I’m glad the tour is over.”
“Me too. I put my house in New York up for sale.”
That wasn’t what she expected to hear. “Why?”
“I don’t think I’ll be spending much time there. I like what California has to offer.” Lyle winked.
“Have I told you that you make me ridiculously happy?”
“Yes. But feel free to tell me again.”
“You’re a goofball.” Evie refilled her glass of wine and topped off Lyle’s.
“What can I say? You bring out the best in me.” He held his glass up. “Cheers, sweetheart.”
Evie clinked her glass against his. “Cheers.”
They stood side by side while Lyle rinsed their dinner dishes and handed them to Evie to load into the dishwasher.
“I could probably get used to this,” he said.
Evie stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Me too.”
That night as he lay sleeping beside her, she smoothed his hair then trailed her fingers over the scar on his left arm. Lyle hadn’t had the ink touched up. The tattoo was now a distorted heart that looked like it had been torn and sewn back together. That scar held so much meaning.
Evie leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “I think I love you, Lyle.”
***
The intercom buzzed on her desk. She pressed the button. “Yes.”
“Hi, Evie. You have a delivery up at the front desk.”
“Okay. I’ll be right up.” She was expecting personal service of a subpoena from opposing counsel on the Taylor case. The douche bag probably was delivering it himself. He and Evie had been going round and round about an incident report that he kept insisting he was entitl
ed to in the discovery process. Despite Evie citing the authority that it was a privileged document, he emailed her that morning telling her she’d be getting served.
“Bring it on, asshole,” she muttered under her breath as she strolled down the hallway. If it weren’t for idiots like him, she might be out of a job though.
Evie stopped short when she rounded the corner. She didn’t know how many pink roses were in the vase but there were at least two dozen surrounded by baby’s breath and assorted stems of greenery. A zebra striped ribbon with pink trim was tied around the vase to form an obnoxiously huge bow.
A white envelope stuck out of the top of the bouquet. Evie pulled the card out of the envelope and it simply read:
I think I love you too.
Lyle
AUTHOR BIO
Alyssa Breck is an author of horror/urban fantasy, paranormal romance and erotic fiction. She grew up reading Stephen King and V.C. Andrews. The Shining changed her life and sparked a love of all things scary, spooky and spine-chilling. Add some romance to that and she found her niche weaving paranormal and erotic romance stories. Alyssa lives in the south with her family and a myriad of pets.
You can learn more about Alyssa by visiting her website www.AlyssaBreck.com and by following her on Twitter @AlyssaBreck and Facebook.
Other Titles by Alyssa Breck
Giving Up the Ghost
Branded by Sin