“Looks aren’t everything,” Mercy reminded us.
Delaney snorted. “I might agree with you if he didn’t also have that panty-melting accent.”
“And he seems nice,” Bentley pointed out.
“If he was that nice, I wouldn’t have to listen to his porn,” Mercy argued.
I grinned as a thought occurred to me. “Maybe it’s not porn. Did you ever consider the possibility that your hot neighbor has a lot of loud, kinky sex?”
Mercy shook her head. “I stand by what I said before. There is no way the sounds coming from my neighbor’s place are real. It’s been a few days since one of his porn marathons. I’ll bet if we sit in my room long enough, he’ll start watching it.”
“Let’s do it!” Delaney jumped up and practically skipped into the bedroom. I wouldn’t say I was close friends with Delaney, but she was Bentley’s cousin, so I’d known her for years. As an erotica writer, Delaney believed everyone’s sex life was her business, so it was no surprise that she wanted to listen to Mercy’s neighbor watch porn. She was probably already coming up with some kinky story for him.
Mercy rolled her eyes. “I get to hear it all the time.”
“Do you ever imagine what he’s doing while he’s watching porn?” I asked.
“No!” After her knee-jerk denial, she sighed and continued. “Not often. He is nice to look at, so I’ve had a few moments of weakness.”
Delaney raced out. “Now! It’s happening now!” She quickly darted back into Mercy’s bedroom.
I laughed and stood. “I’m going. You keep telling me about this porn, and now I’m dying to hear the proof.”
Bentley followed me into the bedroom, and we sat on the edge of the bed with Delaney between us.
“I can’t believe we are all listening to my neighbor’s porn,” Mercy muttered from her spot just inside the room.
The loud moaning stopped and then there were several slaps and squeals.
“Yes!” screeched the woman in the video. “I’ve been a naughty girl.”
There were several more slaps and squeals before she started moaning loudly again.
“See what I mean?” Mercy asked as she gestured to the wall. “It’s fake. Even we could do better than that.”
Delaney grinned and shouted, “Oh, Cami, you’ve been a very naughty girl. Now, I’m going to spank you.”
I did my best to hold back my laughter as I loudly replied, “I have been a naughty girl, but shouldn’t we get naked before the spankings start?”
“Spank me, too,” Bentley added. “Please spank me, Laney. I’ve been very bad today.”
Delaney began smacking her own hand as I moaned, “More. Please, discipline me more.”
“It’s my turn,” Bentley whined. “Spank me.”
“He turned it off.” At Mercy’s announcement, we all burst into laughter and raced from the room.
“At least, now you know that having an orgy will get him to stop watching porn,” I told her.
“I can’t see Mercy having an orgy,” Delaney added. “It’s been so long since she’s had a man that her vagina probably hung up an out of business sign.”
“My vagina still gets plenty of attention,” Mercy argued. “Why would I need a man when I’m so good at taking care of my own needs? I am fantastic in bed.”
We all giggled.
“I’m not knocking self-love,” I told her. “It is essential for a woman to know how to take care of her own needs, but some things are better with two.”
“Sometimes, they’re worse with two,” Mercy pointed out.
I’d have argued with Mercy had I not already heard the story of her ex who wanted her to learn to fake orgasms. There were times when a solo session was better.
“Some guys suck,” Delaney agreed. “Then, there are men like my Sebastian who are incredible in bed.”
“Mercy knows there’s good sex,” Bentley told us. “She’ll find a guy when she’s damn good and ready. Not just any man will do for my sister. I love you, Mercedes.”
Mercy laughed and grabbed the glass from Bentley’s hand. “No more for you tonight. I’m going to get you a nice glass of water.”
Bentley stuck out her tongue before collapsing back onto the sofa. “I know we planned this for you, Cami, but I needed this night. Getting ready for the next Reckless Release tour has been stressful. I’ve had two hotels cancel our reservations because they’re still dealing with repairs from storm damage this year. Each said it would be impossible to give us the space they’d promised for the band and security. Now, I’m scrambling to find rooms so the band doesn’t end up having to sleep on the bus.”
“You’re used to scrambling to make things work,” Mercy reminded her.
“You live for this stuff,” I added. “Even when we were in college, you lived for last minute deadlines.”
“She’s right,” Mercy agreed. “Stress is like food for your soul, Benny.”
“Look who’s talking,” Delaney said with a laugh. “Until recently, you owned and worked at two clubs.”
“I’m not doing that anymore,” Mercy argued. “I’ve given up my stressful lifestyle.”
Bentley snorted. “No one believes that. I don’t buy that you’ve just been working on your cookbook.”
“I’ve also been taking a couple of online classes, doing a little typing work from home, and I learned how to format books,” she admitted.
Typical Mercy.
“I’m the only person in this room who isn’t a total workaholic,” I announced.
“You’re addicted to your work,” Bentley insisted.
“No,” I argued. “I love my work. That’s true, but I am careful not to schedule too much. I only have five office days most weeks. If I had to give up what I do, it would suck, but I’d survive.”
“Do you think you’ll have to give it up if you keep dating Xander?” Delaney asked. “He’s only going to get more famous.”
I shrugged. “It’s possible. I’m not going to worry about it now. I just started dating Xander.”
“Is his dick as big as the fan sites say?” Delaney asked.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to ask that question,” Mercy told her.
“I’ve been dying to ask since I picked up Cami,” Delaney confessed.
“It wouldn’t have surprised me if you’d asked,” I added. “Instead, all you did was insist we stop for cake on the way over here.”
Delaney let out a contented sigh. “I love cake. I was also trying to wait an acceptable amount of time before I asked you about Xander’s dick. Despite what you all say, I have some self-control.”
“More than I thought,” I replied. “I’m impressed.”
“And speaking of things that are impressive,” Delaney prompted.
“Nice transition,” Mercy praised.
“Thank you,” Delaney replied with a grin. “How many inches? Tell me all the dirty details while you’re too tipsy to resist.”
After getting my laughing fit under control, I responded. “Do you remember that pleasure party you threw a couple of years ago?”
“How could I forget?” Delaney asked. “I threw it in the hopes of finding a backup for Justin.” Justin had been Delaney’s go-to vibrator for years.
“Do you remember that giant, lime green dildo?” I asked.
Delaney gasped and put her hands over her heart. “He’s as big as the Jolly Green Giants dong?” That was what Delaney had named the frightening dildo that appeared to be at least sixteen inches long.
“No,” I admitted with a laugh. “Not that big, but I had you going.”
Delaney frowned. “No one ever answers my questions.”
Chapter 57
Xander
Delaney sent me a message when she was about to drive Cami home. She wanted to make sure I’d be there to help Cami since my girl was a little tipsy. As I helped Cami into her condo, I decided that Delaney had a much different idea of what qualified as a little tipsy than I d
id. Cami was smashed.
“You are such a sexy wexy rock star,” she cooed on the way to her bedroom.
I laughed as I helped her slip her shirt over her head. “You have had way too much to drink. Remind me to have a word with Mercy about mixing your drinks so strong.”
“Don’t be a dick.” She turned and shimmied out of her jeans, almost falling when she tried to kick out of them with her shoes still on.
Wrapping my arms around her, I helped her sit on the edge of the bed before squatting to remove her shoes and jeans.
“I’ll bet I know what you want to do,” she slurred as she leaned back on her elbows.
I chuckled. “Not tonight. You are going to drink some water, and then we are going to sleep.”
She pushed out her lower lip in a playful pout. “No boom boom?”
This time, I laughed so hard I had to sit on the edge of the bed with her. “You are a crazy drunk. You know that, right?”
“I do,” she replied with a grin. “I’ve also been told I’m an adorable drunk.”
“You’re an adorable everything,” I murmured. “Now, I’m going to get you that water and hold you until you pass out.”
She yawned. “Fine, but you had better make this up to me in the morning. I’m all hot and bothered after the pretend spanking party in Mercy’s bedroom.”
“This story would be a lot better without the word pretend,” I told her. “I still want to hear it when I get back with your water.”
I hurried out to the kitchen to grab some water for Cami, and when I came back, I found her curled up under the blankets with her bra and panties tossed on the floor. I moved to her side and helped her sit up.
“Water, babe.”
She gave me a smile that was like a gut punch. “Thank you for taking such good care of me, Xan. I should probably warn you that I’m not much of a drinker. I can’t hold my alcohol.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re such an adorable drunk.” I set the glass on the nightstand and stripped out of my clothes so I could join her in bed. My last thought as I dozed off was that I must really love Cami if I found her little drunken snores endearing.
Chapter 58
Cami
There were both good and bad sides to having a low tolerance for alcohol. On the negative side, I looked like a drunken fool after four drinks. On the positive side, I never got hangovers because I couldn’t drink very much.
I looked over to find Xander sleeping beside me. Damn, he looked good in the morning. His hair was messy, and he had one arm stretched over his head with the blankets down around his waist. He was a temptation I couldn’t resist, but before I acted on any of my lustful desires, I needed to brush my teeth. It seriously felt like something had crawled into my mouth and died. Regardless of how much alcohol you could consume, if you forgot to brush your teeth the night before, you regretted it in the morning.
I started to climb out of bed, but Xander snaked an arm around my waist to hold me in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To brush my teeth.” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp.
His arm tightened. “Not so fast. I’m not ready for you to get out of this bed yet.”
My wiggling was getting him hard, but I refused to be deterred. “You’ll thank me for brushing my teeth. Now, let me go.”
“Say pretty please.” His warm breath moved along my ear, and his softy spoken command made me shudder.
“Pretty please.” The words left my mouth in a breathy voice.
Xander released me and gave my ass a firm smack. With a yelp, I flashed him a pout before climbing out of bed.
Xander grinned and rolled onto his side to watch me. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Fine,” I replied on my way to the bathroom.
“No hangover?” he asked.
“Nope,” I told him. “I only had four drinks.”
“Next time, stop at three.”
I glared at him over my shoulder. “I don’t like being given orders.”
Xander chuckled at my ire. “Ah, babe, we both know that’s a lie. You love it when I give you orders in bed. For the record, that wasn’t an order. This is an order—get your sexy ass in the bathroom and brush your teeth so I can fuck you.”
I couldn’t think of any witty response, so I just hurried into the bathroom. When I emerged, I found Xander lying on the bed with his hands behind his head. The sheet was around his waist, and his hungry eyes were on me. As my gaze traveled down his body, I saw his erection tenting the sheet.
I smiled as I slowly approached the bed. “You look happy to see me.”
He held out a hand. “Come here. I’ve waited long enough for you this morning.”
Have I mentioned how much I love Xander’s voice? It is so good that I need to say it more than once. Seeing Xander lying naked in my bed was already a turn on, but having him give me a sexy command was getting me even hotter. I was so turned on that all I seemed capable of doing was standing in the middle of my bedroom while I stared at Xander.
He grinned at me. “Do I need to go over there to get you?”
His question gave me pause. I liked the idea of Xander coming to get me, so I was tempted to stand there and wait for him. Instead, I decided to save that game for later and continued walking toward the bed. Kneeling beside him on the bed, I trailed my fingers along his bare chest, down to the edge of the covers.
Xander caught my wrist, and when I met his gaze, he shook his head. “Get your ass up here and straddle my face.”
“Yes, sir.” My reply was strained.
He grinned. “I like the way that sounds.”
His hands went to my hips to help settle me in place over his face before reaching between us to spread me wider for his tongue. My head fell back as his tongue moved against my clit, flicking it gently until I began rocking against his face to increase the pressure. His growl vibrated against my core, and my rocking grew more frenzied. One of his hands reached around to grab my ass while he pinched and kneaded my nipple with the other.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I arched my back and moaned loudly. He continued to suck and flick my clit as I rode his face, desperate for my release. Just when I was about to fall over the edge, I felt the sharp sting of a hand on my ass. When I let out a yelp of surprise, he sucked my clit harder before letting the pressure ease.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned as he began to pump my clit with his mouth. Between that and the way he was teasing my nipples, I was pulsing with the beginnings of an orgasm that was just out of reach. I needed something more.
“I need you to fuck me now!”
Chapter 59
Xander
Never one to deny a lady in need, I lifted Cami off my face and reached for a condom. My girl was hot as fuck and didn’t need any instructions. Cami got on her elbows and knees with her perfect ass up in the air. She wanted it hard and fast.
Too bad for her, I was in the mood to play. Grabbing the lube, I squirted some on my finger before bringing it to her ass. I circled the opening, savoring her shudder. My finger slid in just a little, working her slowly. I was dying to fuck Cami’s ass, but we’d already discussed her lack of experience in that area. That would have to wait for another day, but I could start getting her ready. I massaged just inside her opening before sliding my finger in more. She was moaning and rocking back against my hand within a few minutes.
My dick was throbbing by the time I finally used my free hand to position myself at her entrance. With my finger still in her ass, I pressed into her pussy. Cami was wet and already pulsing around my dick.
“Damn, you feel incredible,” I rasped out.
Cami’s reply was a needy whimper as I began to thrust into her. My cock and finger moved in unison while one hand reached around to stroke her clit. At that point, she lost it and began rocking and wiggling, desperate for more. I continued to stroke her clit as I worked her pussy and ass until I felt her intense spasms around my cock a
nd finger as she screamed and pressed back against me.
Her spasms went on and on as I slowly worked her through the last of her orgasm. When her breathing became more even, and the pulsing was a dull throb, I gripped her hips with both hands.
I thrust into her hard and fast, my balls pulling even tighter against my body until I exploded with my release. My dick twitched violently inside of her pulsing channel. I stayed there, still breathing heavily, for several moments.
When I pulled out of her, Cami collapsed onto her stomach with a contented sigh. “That was intense.”
After removing the condom, I looked at her and grinned. “But good?”
“Good?” She accompanied her question with a bark of laughter. “Try phenomenal. Now, I may never be able to get out of bed again.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to bring you breakfast in bed.” I grabbed my shorts and slipped them on.
She giggled.
“What’s so funny?”
“I never would have guessed I’d have Xander Marsh bringing me breakfast in bed,” she replied. “This still seems unreal at times.”
“I know how you feel,” I admitted. “I never expected you to give me a chance, but I’m glad you did.”
Chapter 60
Xander
Two weeks later, the problems with Mitch continued to plague us. Of course, after Cami’s altercation with Mitch at her building, we’d assumed he had nothing to back up his claims that Cami was cheating on me. She wasn’t, but I could see how the public would buy Mitch’s story when he was providing emails that supposedly came from her. If the asshole would cooperate, we could figure out who was sending him emails using a Cami Shaw email account, but he refused to meet with any member of the band. He’d indicated that he’d meet with Cami, but only if she met him alone. That left us wondering if Mitch was behind the fake emails. I wouldn’t put it past him, even if it did seem crazy.
I’d wanted to hire an attorney to sue the bastard, but Cami had talked me out of it, insisting he’d get bored and go away if we ignored him. She also insisted that more exciting gossip would come along to distract the masses. So, I was waiting for a celebrity DUI or maybe someone to get caught jerking off in a sex shop. I didn’t care what it was as long as it became the next big story. Sadly, there was a void in celebrity gossip—a rare occurrence.
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