Down in Flames (Silver Tongued Devils Series Book 1)

by Samantha Conley

  “Harder, please!” I raise up on my knees and spread her legs wide, shoving into her mercilessly. “God, yes! That’s it. Don’t stop doing that.”

  Her pussy is hot, and so tight, I can feel my release filling my balls. With every thrust, she grunts loudly and starts to clench around me. I drop one leg and dip my finger in her wetness as I rub her clit. She goes stiff, clamping down on my dick like a vise. I can barely move, it feels so fucking good. I only manage two more hard thrusts before I roar out my release.

  We’re both breathing hard, and once I catch my breath, I slowly pull out of her, instantly missing her warmth. “I’ll be right back.”

  I go to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, and clean up. When I walk back out, she’s laying exactly how I left her. She tries to sit up, but seems to be having a time of it. I move to help her up and give her a kiss once she’s steady on her feet. She gives me a shy smile and heads to the bathroom.

  I sit on the side of the bed, figuring she’s going to feel a little awkward. But, she surprises me. She walks out in all her naked glory, right to me, and kisses me. I climb in the bed, straighten the covers, and she crawls in, cuddling into my side. I turn the light off and wait until she goes boneless against me and her breathing evens out. Placing a kiss on her head, I can’t help but think that this has been the best night of my life.

  Chapter 17

  Kristen

  Blinking my eyes, I slowly come awake. I can't remember the last time I slept so well. I glance over at the clock on the table to see it's after eight. Guess that means no CrossFit for me this morning. It's probably for the best, though. I don’t want to face Josh after that disastrous date last night.

  Last night. What the fuck did I do? Have I lost my ever-loving mind? Just as I’m thinking this, Derek pulls me tightly against him and kisses me on the shoulder. Shit, I don't know what to do. I won’t lie, the sex was amazing, but talk about an awkward morning.

  "Good morning," he mumbles. He sounds sexy with his rough, morning voice.

  "Morning," I mumble back. We lay there, neither one of us saying a word. I don't know what to say or how to act.

  As if he sensing my inner conflict, he gives me another quick kiss on my shoulder and gets out of bed. I wasn’t prepared for him to get out of bed naked. Well, duh, of course he's naked. I need to get my head on straight. I watch as he walks to the bathroom, his back muscles and ass flexing. I can feel my pussy flutter. He is one sexy man.

  Sitting up, I see his shirt lying on the floor and I quickly reach over and grab it before he walks back out. I don't know if I can face him without clothes. I slip the shirt over my head and take a quick whiff. God, it smells good, like his cologne. I sit and try to gather my thoughts.

  Caffeine. I need caffeine. Maybe that will help me get my act together this morning. I head to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee when I hear the bathroom door open. I keep looking at the kitchen counter, needing the nectar of the Gods before I can face him. I feel him more than hear him, move into the kitchen behind me. The heat of his body warms my back.

  "Any of that for me?" he asks. I nod and clear my throat.

  “Would you grab a couple mugs from the cabinet and my creamer out of the fridge, please?" With a quick kiss to the top of my head, he moves away. I feel the loss of his heat immediately. I'm still too chicken shit to look at him yet.

  Setting the mugs on the counter beside me, he leans his butt up against, arms folded over his chest. "I was hoping this wasn't going to be awkward, but I think that's unavoidable, don't you?"

  I nod my head and look back to the coffee maker. Once the beeper goes off, I grab the mugs and fill them up. Unlike me, he takes his straight black. I hand him his cup, and to keep myself busy, I grab the creamer and take my time fixing it just the way I like it. I'm trying to figure out what to say. Raising the mug to my lips, I bless whoever invented coffee.

  Figuring it has to be done, I slowly turn to face Derek. "I don't know how this could be anything but awkward." I look into his beautiful blue eyes. "But I don't regret a damn thing that happened last night." I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

  He takes my cup and places it down on the counter, along with his, and slowly pulls me to him. "I don't regret a damn thing about last night either. My only regret is that I didn't do something about this sooner."

  He bends down and kisses me. He tastes like coffee—delicious. Pulling me tighter to his body, he wraps his hand in my hair as he works over my mouth. With my arms around his neck, I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. The next thing I know, he’s lowering me onto the table. When the cold wood touches my ass, I realize I don't have underwear on. He runs his hands up my thighs to my hips, and notices the same when his thumb rubs along the side of my mound. He moves his lips down my jaw, toward my ear, and gently bites down on my lobe. Shudders run through me.

  His hands move to his T-shirt and he raises it up my torso. I reach my hand up to his well-defined chest and run it over his right pec, circling my finger around the barbell at his nipple. I guess he likes that because he groans. He places his hand on the small of my back, and the other one, he runs down between my breasts. He pulls me forward along the table, planting himself firmly between my thighs as he continues to rub his hand up and down my chest, like he's learning the feel of me.

  "Your skin feels like satin, but I miss the smell of apples." Face close to mine, he places his nose in the crook of my neck and inhales deeply. "You're supposed to smell like apples."

  I'm too far gone to even know what he's talking about. He raises his head closer to mine and takes my mouth in a rough kiss. I've never been a huge fan of French kissing, but he’s definitely changing my mind.

  He starts to move his hips, spreading open my pussy. I can feel the rough denim abrading my clit. I'm so wet, I can feel my juices running down my ass. The hand on my chest gently forces me back so I’m resting on my elbows. He kisses down my neck to my chest and places soft, wet kisses on the tops of my breasts as he squeezes them.

  "You're killing me," I whisper.

  He gives a small chuckle. "Babe, you ain't seen nothin’ yet." He clamps his teeth on my nipple and pulls. I gasp and arch my back toward him and that delicious pain.

  "Please, Derek," I whisper.

  He allows me to sit back up. I rub my hand down his pecs to his stomach, to the top of his jeans. Moving two fingers between the denim and his skin, I rub my fingers across the head of his dick, feeling the precum on the tip. Using both hands, I unbutton his jeans and slowly lower the zipper. His dick practically jumps out when I part the material. I'm not the only one who forgot underwear. I wrap both hands around him and gently squeeze, causing him to moan. I lower one hand and cup his balls while giving him a firm stroke.

  "Just like that, baby. It feels so good." After a few more pumps, he puts his hands in my hair and gently forces my head back to look up at him so he can take my mouth in a scorching kiss.

  I let go of him and move my hands around under his jeans to cup his ass. It makes his jeans sag a little, so I push them down over his hips. He pulls away from me so he can step out of them.

  "Lean back," he whispers.

  Again, I recline on my elbows as I watch him kneel between my thighs. Spreading me open, he glides his tongue along my clit. He makes slow, sweeping passes with the flat of his tongue from my hole to my clit. It feels so good. He circles my pussy, then fills me with his fingers, curling them as he moves in and out, hitting a spot no one else ever has. I can feel my orgasm building.

  "Please, please, please," I chant. One hard thrust later, I shatter.

  The room darkens and all I can feel is my heart pounding as my orgasm ebbs away. The next thing I feel is the stretch as he powers into me. His big dick feels so good. I lose the fight, trying to stay on my elbows, and lay back on the table. He thrusts twice more and stops.

  "No," I cry out.

  I raise my hips to encourage him on, but he pulls away. Instead, he flips me
over until my chest and stomach are resting on the table, and uses his legs to work mine further apart. With one hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder, he thrusts back into me. He's so much deeper at this angle. With every thrust, I hear a keening cry, and realize it's me.

  "Please, Derek, harder," I pant.

  He thrusts so hard, we move the table across the kitchen floor. I can feel myself building again. He must feel it too, because he takes the hand that's on my hip and moves it around to my mound, rubbing my clit with his fingers. The hand on my shoulder moves to my hair, and he pulls. That's all it takes—I'm gone.

  Weakened by my release, all I can do is lay there on the table. One more thrust and he pulls out. I can hear him working himself, then I feel the warm splashes across my lower back and ass. He leans over me and presses his chest to my back. His weight pushes me into the table, but it's not too heavy.

  When we finally get our breathing under control, he stands up and helps me from the table. Taking my hand, he leads me to the bathroom and turns on the water. Once the temperature is where he wants it, he steps inside the shower, pulling me with him. Grabbing the body wash, he begins to lather me up, making sure to wash every spot.

  "You're going to smell like a girl after this," I say as I smile at him.

  He smiles and shrugs. After rinsing me off, he makes quick work of soaping himself up as I wash my hair. I turn off the water once we finish, and we step out. Grabbing a towel, he begins to dry me off, placing small kisses along my shoulders.

  "What are we doing, Derek? I mean, this is crazy."

  "Crazy or not, it feels right, doesn't it? I know it feels right to me. We may have jumped the gun a little last night, but I wouldn't change anything. Right or wrong, I've been falling for you for a while now, and I don't see that changing anytime soon. If there’s any chance for me and you, I'm gonna grab it with both hands."

  I melt at his words.

  We head into the bedroom and dress, but I’m suddenly feeling awkward again. "It's funny. Lately, it seems like I can't get you out of my mind. Even when I was out last night, you were who I thought about. Hell, I can't even get myself off without thinking about you."

  I slap a hand over my mouth. I can't believe I just said that! I cannot be any more embarrassed than I am at this moment.

  Chapter 18

  Derek

  She turns away from me, embarrassed at what she just admitted to me. I think it's hot as hell, and it's nice to know I'm not the only one who's been feeling this way. I have to adjust myself in my briefs. I walk over to her and wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her back against me. I look up and see our reflection in the mirror and take a deep breath.

  "How about we just take this slow for now, just hang out? You know, Netflix and chill stuff?" That gets me a chuckle. "Or, how about we head out to my place. We can watch movies, eat some of Mama's leftover fried chicken, take a ride on the ATV. If you think we're moving too fast, we can slow this down. But I'm not going to back off. We can keep this quiet for a while if you want to, but I'm not going to treat this like some dirty little secret. We're gonna be in town for a couple weeks before we must head back out. The guys and I will be in the recording studio most of the time, but I want to spend time with you while I'm here, go on dates and stuff. I realize we may have some resistance, so we’ll have to decide if we think we’re worth it or not. I want to give us every chance to make this work."

  She nods her head in agreement. "Me too."

  We decide to head to my place, so I throw on my clothes from yesterday, and she puts on something more appropriate, since she wants to ride on the ATV. We load up in my truck and head out.

  Rolling up to my place, we climb out of the truck and head straight for the ATV. There are plenty of hills and dips that we can get some airtime on. I start off slow to make sure she gets used to riding again. Now granted, this is not a Speed Demon, but if you hit some of those hills fast enough, you will get some definite air. She gives a girly squeal every time we go airborne.

  It's been nearly two hours just riding around outside. It’s great that she's a girl who likes the same things I do. We finally head back to my place. I check the fridge, and sure enough, it’s stocked with leftovers from yesterday. Dishing up a couple plates, I pop them in the microwave. Kris heads to the fridge, grabs a beer and hands it to me.

  "None for you?"

  She shakes her head. "No. I think I need to keep my wits about me today. I'll just have water, since you don't have any diet Dr. Pepper."

  "No, I don't keep any of that girly shit in the house." I chuckle.

  We sit down to eat, and she moans with the first bite of chicken.

  "Told you that shit was good." She nods in agreement, steadily cleaning her plate. I like to see that she's not afraid to eat in front of me, and she can put away some food. But her body is banging. It's even better since she started doing CrossFit, whatever the hell that is.

  After we finish eating, we clear the table and she helps me do the dishes. Actually, she insists. I would have left them there for later. We head into the living room to watch a movie. Both of us agreeing on Die Hard, we sit on the couch and she snuggles into me. I can't for the life of me remember having a better day.

  Since I know she wants to take this slow, I take her home that afternoon.

  "Do you have any plans for tonight?" I ask as she opens her door. She shakes her head no. "Then I'll pick you up at seven." I give her a quick kiss and walk back out to my truck.

  I head back home, feeling like a million bucks. I know this can have some pitfalls, but to me, it's worth it. I just have to find a way to make this work and not lose my friendship with Brett.

  As soon as he crosses my mind, I feel a pang of guilt. This was his girl before he fucked it up; the love of his life. He still hasn't gotten over their breakup. He's been in a downward spiral ever since she told him she couldn't forgive him. So, should she and I be miserable because of that? I'm going to have to figure out a way to break this to him. But, I'm not going to tell him right now. No sense in stirring shit up if it's not going to work out between us. However, I don't see that happening. I must remind myself that they’ve been done for nearly a year. It's not like I'm coming between them. Brett did that all on his own.

  I pull up to my house and see Jason's truck sitting there. Fuck, I completely forgot the guys were due back today. I rack my brain, trying to think if Jason and I were supposed to meet up. Maybe being with Kris has fried my brain. It sure felt like it when I was coming inside her. I park next to his truck and he climbs out.

  "Hey, man, what's up? How was the bus ride home?”

  "It sucked balls, that's what it did. It seemed like the bus ride took forever. I’m damn glad to be home.” He looks at me, questioningly. “Listen, I gotta ask you a question. I was headed over here a little while ago and passed you as you were leaving. Now, tell me if I'm wrong, but I seem to have seen a certain blonde all cozied up next to you in your truck. Tell me, Derek, what the hell are you doing?"

  Well, fuck. I didn't want to answer questions about this, not until Kristen and I were in a committed relationship. I kind of shrug my shoulders at him. "Let's go inside. This conversation is gonna involve alcohol."

  After I tell Jason the whole story, he sits quietly, thinking over what I’ve just told him.

  "What about Brett?" he finally asks.

  Running my hand across my face, I look at Jason. "I don't know what I'm going to do about this yet. I’ve been slowly falling in love with this girl. Coming between them has never crossed my mind, but he fucked up. I do feel guilty, but I'm not going to let that stop me. I'm not going to tell him right away. Truthfully, I'm scared to tell him. Who the hell knows how he's going to react? He hasn't been the same Brett we all know since we got back. I feel like I don't even know him. He fucks every groupie he can, and I can't remember the last time he was sober. He's got to be on something. He looks like shit."

  "I know what you mean. I'm worried about h
im, about all of us. Brett was always the heart of the band, but now it’s like we're coming in second after the pussy and booze. Maybe, since we're back from touring, Brian can have a talk with him. Something's gotta give, and I don't think you and Kristen are going to help the situation."

  "I know, man. I don't know how he's going to react. That's why I was going to keep this quiet while we were home. But, I don't want to keep it a secret it if turns into something more. I don't want her to feel like she's some dirty little secret I have to keep. Dammit, it's just a fucked up situation. For now, we're going to keep it between us. We’ll talk with Brian and see where it goes. I do think we need to get a handle on Brett before something bad happens, like something he can't recover from, or the band can't recover from."

  "Okay. I'll keep quiet about this for now, at least until we try to get Brett straightened out. I just don't want this to send him down a hole we can't get him out of."

  And I agree. I sure as hell don't want to hurt Brett, but this could be mine and Kristen's only shot at happiness.

  Jason finishes his beer and heads out. I know I have a lot of thinking to do. But first, I have a date to get ready for.

  Chapter 19

  Kristen

  I'm still kind of nervous about the whole situation, yet I can't deny today has been one of the best days I've had for as long as I can remember. I’ve got butterflies in my belly when he said he'd be here at seven to pick me up. I walked back into my apartment, sat on the couch, and stared at the TV. I still don't know what the hell we're doing, but I agree with Derek. This might be our only shot at being happy, together.

  I have a few hours to kill before he’ll be here to pick me up. So, I work on cleaning my apartment. It also helps me to think. But even after two hours of deep cleaning, I still don't have any answers. Ugh! I need to get my head on straight and think about this rationally, weigh the pros and cons. But not right now.