Down in Flames (Silver Tongued Devils Series Book 1)

by Samantha Conley

  “This is gorgeous.”

  It has a stand-alone glass shower with too many shower heads to count. There’s a deep tub, split sinks, but where’s the toilet? I spy another door and open it up. Oh, there it is.

  “I could soak in this tub and actually have the water cover me. I’m in heaven”.

  I chuckle. “I guess you like it, huh?”

  She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Like it? I love it!” She walks out of the bathroom and looks around the room. She sees another door and opens it up. “This closet is huge!”

  “So, you think I should buy it?”

  “Hell yeah.”

  I grab her arm and pull her to me. I wrap her up in my arms and give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, I’ll get this one.” I hold her close. “I want to make love to you in this room.”

  “But the realtor—”

  I hush her with a kiss and move my hands down her back to squeeze her ass. I love her ass. It’s firm, and big enough for my hands. I stick one of my hands down the back of her jeans and under her panties, feeling her wetness as I penetrate her with my finger. She moans and clutches at my shoulders. I remove my hand and step back to unbutton her jeans. I pull them down, along with her panties, and slip them off one of her legs. She moves her hands down and rips at my jeans. I get them pushed down past my ass, along with my underwear, and she grabs my dick. She gives it a couple strokes, and I can’t take anymore. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us to the nearest wall and press her up against it. I grab my dick and line it up with her core, rubbing the head around the wetness. God, it feels good. But I need inside her pussy.

  “Babe, I love you,” I whisper. I give her a quick kiss, and she gasps as I plunge my dick inside her. I give her a second to get used to me before I pull out, then I slowly push back in.

  “Please, Brett, fuck me.” And with that, I lose control, pounding her harder into the wall.

  “I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you squeeze all around me.”

  I place my thumb in-between us and find her clit. Giving it a firm rub, she falls apart. She cries out and tightens around me, squeezing me tight. I thrust twice more and I’m lost. We’re both gasping for air.

  She looks me in the eyes and says, “I love you too, Brett.”

  I pull out of her and lower her legs. Shit, I wonder if there’s anything to clean her up with. I leave her leaning against the wall and go into the bathroom. Luckily, there’s still a roll of toilet paper on the holder. I grab a handful and head back out.

  “Give me that,” she chuckles. I hand it to her and she cleans up, then heads into the bathroom with one leg still out of her clothes.

  I chuckle and she turns around and sticks her tongue out at me. I think I hear someone on the stairs. I pull up my pants and tuck myself back in my briefs, just before the realtor opens the door. I can only assume the room smells like sex. She gives me the hairy eyeball.

  I just smile at her and say “I’ll take it. We’ll be down in just a minute.” She huffs and shuts the door. I turn and see Kris standing in the doorway, her face beet red. “I love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I moved into the house two weeks later. Kris helped me decorate and put her stamp on the house, then I finally talked her into moving in with me three months after that. I can’t imagine being in that house without her.

  When I open the door for room service, I find Derek standing behind the guy. I take the whiskey, tip the guy, and walk back into the room with Derek on my heels. He’s been as tenacious as a junk yard dog, trying to keep me on the straight and narrow.

  “What’s that all about?” he asks, nodding to the bottle I’m holding. I take off the top and take a healthy swig.

  “I finally talked to Kris. She moved out of the house, and she yelled at me. I think that calls for tying one on.” I take another swig and look over at Derek; he doesn’t look surprised. “You knew?” He nods. “And you didn’t tell me?”

  Chapter 10

  Derek

  I watch Brett take another swig of whiskey. “Yes, I knew she moved out. She told me a while ago. I just assumed she’d told you too. She told you she was leaving, right?”

  Damn, he doesn’t know how often I talk to Kris. I think I’ve talked to her more than I have him lately. Should I tell him that I know how she’s doing in school? How much she’s enjoying her job? How much she’s liking CrossFit, and that her instructor likes to flirt with her?

  Nah. With the look on his face, I’m going to keep all that to myself.

  “What did you expect, Brett? She left her engagement ring on the table for you to find. Did you think she was going to stay there after what you did? Sit at home like a good little girlfriend and wait for you to justify what you did?” I can’t keep the anger out of my tone. I’m still pissed off that he cheated on her in the first place, even if he doesn’t remember doing it.

  “I don’t really know what I expected, but it wasn’t that.” He rubs a hand through his hair and sits on the side of the bed. “It’s just that, I love her so much, and I can’t imagine my life without her.” He takes another tug on the bottle. “What if I’ve screwed up so badly, I can’t fix this? What if no matter how much I love her, my fuck-up costs me the woman I love forever?”

  I don’t know what to say to him. I sit down beside him on the bed. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know if you can fix this, or if she’ll ever forgive you. Put yourself in her shoes. What would you do if you walked in on her sleeping with another man, or two? Whether you remember or not, it happened. You can’t change that. Listen, I know you never meant to hurt her, but the damage is done. When we get back, talk to her. Sit down face-to-face and work it out, or go your separate ways.”

  His head falls into his hands. I know it’s hard for him to hear, but this isn’t good for either of them. I’m glad she talked to him, even if it was just to yell at him. She needed to get some of her anger out. I have a feeling it’s only the tip of the iceberg, and it’s going to get worse before it gets better. He looks at me with the saddest expression on his face. Taking a deep breath, he nods.

  We just sit there and pass the bottle back and forth between us; he’s taking about three drinks to my one. I decide to call down for room service. Otherwise, we’re going be sicker than dogs. Half an hour later, there’s a knock on the door. Brett has polished off most of the bottle and is staring at the wall, so I answer the door and room service wheels in the cart.

  Grabbing a bottle of water, I twist off the top and hand it to Brett, but he just stares at it like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

  “Drink it,” I insist, taking what’s left of the whiskey away before tipping the waiter. I’ve ordered some sandwiches, knowing the bread will soak up some of the alcohol. I grab a plate and take it over to him. “Take a few bites and see if you can hold it down.” I grab my own plate and start chowing down.

  I watch some British comedy as we eat in silence. Eventually, I get up and grab a bottle of ibuprofen, along with another water.

  “Take these and drink this, then get in the shower.”

  He drinks the water and downs the pills. He tries to stand up, but wobbles, so I grab his arms and hoist him to his feet, holding him until he’s steady. With a gentle nudge, he heads toward the bathroom. Once I hear the shower turn on, I grab some basketball shorts and boxer briefs out of his bag and toss them on the sink for him.

  I watch TV while waiting for him to get out. By the time he leaves the bathroom, he looks a little better.

  “Get some sleep, man. I left some water and more ibuprofen on the table. Take them when you get up.” He nods his head and climbs under the covers. I leave him to his misery.

  I had planned on heading back to my room, but end up in the bar downstairs. Saddling up to the bar, I grab the attention of the bartender. She’s a pretty little blonde with a nice rack. I order a beer and she bends over to grab one out of the cooler, giving me a nice view of her
cleavage. We chat for a bit in-between her helping other customers. After a while, it’s just me and her. Her British accent is sexy as hell.

  We close down the place and she comes around the bar. I swivel on the stool so she can move between my legs. I take one last pull from my beer as she starts to run her hands up and down my chest. Placing the bottle on the bar, I grab the back of her neck and pull her face toward mine. Our tongues tangle together as my hands find her ass.

  Breaking the kiss, I lean back and ask, “Wanna go upstairs with me?” She nods and bites her lip.

  She’s breathing hard, and her face and chest are flushed. I grab her hand, and we head out the door. Once we get into the elevator, we’re all over each other. When the doors open, we stumble out, nearly forgetting that we need to get in a room before we end up fucking in the hall. I fumble with the room key while she’s licking her way down my neck. When I hear the door beep, I turn the handle and pick her up, carrying her into the room.

  Tossing her down on the bed, we both start to strip down to nothing. Once naked, I climb on top of her and push her blonde hair out of her face.

  Gazing into her eyes, I can’t help but think how much they look like Kristen’s. Wait. I can’t think about her right now; it’s just wrong. She pulls my head toward her, offering me her mouth. I oblige her. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I enjoy the feel of her tongue against mine. I move my lips down her jaw, down to her neck, placing wet kisses as I go. I make my way down to her breasts and circle my tongue around her right nipple. Drawing it into my mouth, I suck gently at first, then increase the pressure. Hearing her gasp, I reach up and pinch her other nipple between my thumb and finger, giving it a little twist. As I continue to suck on her breast, I move my hand down her stomach to the small patch of hair on her mound. My fingers skim between her lips, until I ease one finger into her core. Pure lava. I pull back and enter her with two and she arches her back. I put my thumb on her clit and tease around it, without actually touching it.

  “Please,” she moans and clutches my shoulders with her hands. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” I release her nipple with a pop and smile.

  Reaching over, I grab a condom out of my wallet, when she places her hand on my dick. With a firm stroke, she grabs the condom with her other hand.

  “Let me”. She’s efficient with the wrap. Once finished, she leans back and spreads her legs as she trails her hand down her stomach to her pussy.

  I move in-between her thighs, line up with her core and plunge in. So hot. I sit there for a second to get my bearings, but she thrusts her hips up a little and I pull back, only to thrust into her again. It feels so fucking good. I begin to pound her into the mattress.

  She breathes out harshly, digging her nails into my back. “So close. Fuck me harder.” I lift her legs up over my shoulders and split her legs wider. Deeper and harder I go. She screams out as she clenches around me, and I thrust a couple more times before groaning out my own release. Lowering her legs from my shoulders, I flop down on the bed beside her.

  We’re both panting from the exertion. I take the condom off, tie it up, and put it in the trash can. She leans over and kisses my shoulder, then moves to get off the bed. She grabs her clothes and heads to the bathroom. Not long after, she opens the door and walks out, dressed. She makes her way over to me and gives me a quick kiss.

  “That was great, but my name’s not Kristen, love.” I watch her walk out of the room.

  Fuck.

  Chapter 11

  Kristen

  The guys made it back home yesterday, and I’m supposed to meet Brett at his Uncle Jake’s bar in an hour. Being a nervous wreck would be a mild comparison to how I feel. I think I need to throw up. I’ve been thinking long and hard about our relationship, but I’m no closer to deciding what I want to do. I love him, but trusting him is something I just don’t feel anymore. Every time he goes on tour, I would be wondering what he’s doing.

  I’m looking at the clothes on my bed, trying to decide what to wear. Do I try to impress him? Or do I go for comfort? I finally decide on a pair of black leggings, a long maroon tunic and a pair of sandals. I grab a long silver necklace with angel wings and slide it over my head, then pull my hair back into a low ponytail. Finishing off the look are my silver hoop earrings. I put them on and head out the door.

  I walk in and see Jake behind the bar. He glances at me, smiles, and comes out, grabbing me up in a hug.

  “I’ve missed seeing you, girl. How’s it going?”

  We talk for a few minutes about my work and school, and some of the other band members come through the door. Jason and Isaac make their way over to us. Jason, the strong, silent one, grabs my hand and pulls me to him. The next thing I know, I’m in a hug, and it feels like I’m hugging stone. I guess I didn’t realize just how much muscle Jason had.

  I feel his mouth by my ear and he mutters, “I’ve missed you.” With one more quick squeeze, he lets me go. I’m then swept up into Isaac’s arms as he twirls me around.

  “Damn good to see you, Kris.” He gives me a loud smacking kiss on the cheek and sets me down. I smack his arm and smile.

  “I’ve missed you guys too. Did y’all have a good time traipsing across the globe?”

  They start telling me about all the places they visited and the sights they’d seen. In Isaac’s case, it was all about the women. I never hear Jason talk about women. Sometimes, I wonder if he’s batting for the other team. Not that I care who he bats for, but it would be a loss for the women of the world. I think he came back from touring even bigger, and I didn’t think that was possible. Jason is the rock of the group, the one you depend on. Isaac, on the other hand, is the laid back, “go with the flow” kind of guy. I’ve never seen him with the same girl twice, and he definitely goes for the bimbo type—all body, no brains.

  As we talk, I see sunlight come through the door as it opens. Brett and Derek walk through and my heart gives a little flip. Brett glances over and sees me, and so does Derek.

  He gives Brett’s shoulder a quick squeeze and heads my way, drawing me into another hug. “Missed you, girl. You look a hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you. Y’all need to talk this out, okay? It’s gonna be rough on both of you, but you gotta get it out.” He moves his hands down my arms. “I can feel those muscles. Don’t kick his ass, okay?”

  He glances over at the other guys and gestures with his head before he gives me a kiss on the head and walks away. Jason and Isaac follow, and Jake goes back behind the bar. I look at Brett and take a deep breath.

  We meet each other halfway and stand awkwardly in front of each other. He looks into my eyes and pulls me into his arms, and I return his embrace. It feels like coming home, the way his arms feel wrapped around me, his cheek resting on my head. I lay my cheek on his chest and hear the steady beat of his heart. God, I wish things were back to the way they were before. Tears gather in my eyes. I try to ease my way out of his arms but he doesn’t seem to want to let me go.

  “We need to talk.” He whispers.

  I step away from him and nod. He gestures with his head to a booth in the corner, and we head that way. Luckily, there’s not anyone else in the bar this early. He slides in one side, and I slide in the other, facing him. Jake saunters up and gives Brett a bottle of Bud Light, and me a can of diet Dr. Pepper. He moves away as soon as he puts them down, then we sit in silence, neither of us knowing what to say or where to start. He reaches across the table and grabs my hand.

  “I’ve missed you so much, Kris, and I don’t know where to begin with this. I’m sorrier than you’ll ever know.”

  “I miss you too, and I don’t doubt that you’re sorry. What you’re sorry for is the question. Are you sorry you hurt me? Are you sorry you cheated? Or are you sorry you got caught?”

  He closes his eyes and squeezes my hand tight. When he opens his eyes, they are glistening with tears.

  “Hurting you is the worst thing I ever could have done. You’ll never know how sorry I
am that I did this to you. And I’m sorry that I cheated. I’ve never, ever thought about cheating on you. I have no excuse for that night. It never should’ve happened.”

  I can hear the sincerity in his voice, but I just don’t know what to do with it. My free hand reaches up and wipes away the lone tear that is running down my cheek. As soon as I do, another takes its place.

  “Brett…” I’m not sure what I’m going to say, but he cuts me off.

  “Please, Kris. I love you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out my engagement ring, placing it on the table. The diamond twinkles as the light hits it. “I want this back on your finger. I want you back in our home. I can’t change what’s happened. It’s the stupidest, most fucked up thing I ever could have done to you. You have to know, deep down, that that’s not who I am. God, I don’t even remember what happened that night. I would never want to hurt you like this. I can’t lose you, baby. You’re everything to me.” I pull my hand away from his.

  “But you did, Brett. You’ve hurt me more than you’ll ever know”. The tears slide down my cheeks and blur my vision.

  He leans over, like he’s going to wipe them away, but I lean back, away from him. I don’t want him to touch me right now. I don’t think I can bear it. I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand as Brett leans back against his seat.

  “And it tears me up inside that I’ve caused you this pain. Every time I think of what I did, and being the one who’s making you cry, feels like I’m being stabbed in the heart. I can promise you that I’ll never hurt you this way again.”

  “How do you know that? You don’t even remember that night. What happens the next time? How can you be so sure that it will never happen again?”

  “You can trust me.” He takes a deep breath. “I can’t live like this anymore, Kris. This is all up to you. I love you, and I want to be with you.” He thumps his hand on the table, jarring me.