by Lisa Suzanne
“Emily did the math on the last four gigs.” I nod to Emily. “Show him what you showed me.”
She sits at the table across from him and takes out her phone. She looks over at Kylie nervously, who sits quietly with a raised brow.
“Yep, there’s definitely something off,” Dax says. He looks over at Kylie. “Has this ever happened before?”
She shakes her head. “Why would you possibly think it was me?” she asks me.
“You’re the one who regularly looks at the books.”
“Adam, I would never steal from you guys.” She wipes away more tears. “I can’t even believe I have to say that. And I’m sorry for the tears. I’ve been an emotional mess lately.”
Dax tosses an arm around her shoulders. “No one thinks it was you, babe,” he says. “Who else has access?”
She clears her throat. “Who’s missing?”
A lightbulb goes off in my mind at the exact same time Dax voices the name. “Mitch.”
She nods. “He does the numbers, not me. He must’ve skimmed off the top before we could notice and then he took off with the cash.”
“But we noticed,” Emily says.
“Good work, detective,” Kylie says. She smiles. “Sorry for being rude before.” She stands and moves toward Emily, and they hug it out.
And suddenly, just like that, it feels like Emily has been inducted into the family.
CHAPTER 45: EMILY
The way he kisses me is different.
Something big has changed, and I know what it is.
This kiss is leading somewhere, and I’m not sure that could be said for any of the times he’s kissed me before.
Maybe it’s not so much in the way he’s kissing me as it is in the way I’m feeling it.
An intense ache presses viciously between my thighs. I want him, and as the kiss intensifies, he shifts so he’s on top of me. He thrusts his hips against mine, a fully-clothed preview of what we both want...of what’s coming soon for us.
I just don’t know when soon is.
Is it now? Right here in this bunk?
Because I’m more than ready.
“I want you,” he whispers.
I push my hips up to meet his in response to his heated words, and his kiss intensifies even more. He’s passionate as his tongue brutalizes mine, and then he trails his lips down my neck and down into my cleavage.
I can’t help the moan that rumbles out of me with his head between my breasts.
He chuckles and shifts back up until his mouth finds mine again.
His weight combined with the small bunk we’re sharing and the fact that we’re definitely not alone on this tour bus built for ten makes the place this is leading both steamy and illicit at the same time.
Too steamy, in fact.
And apparently, a little too illicit, too.
“I’m not going to let the first time you’ll remember with me happen in this tiny bunk,” he whispers close to my ear, and I shiver at the combination of his words and his breath against me. “But it will happen. I’ll get us our own hotel.” He kisses my neck one more time then backs away so his eyes meet mine. “Okay?”
I somehow moan out an okay, but truthfully, I’m not okay. I need him to calm the pulsing throb I have for him...and now.
His eyes seem to search my face, and then he shifts off me and moves to the curtain side of the bunk. He always lets me take the inside so I don’t feel like I’m going to fall out of bed, but right now I can tell he’s taking the curtain side for a different reason.
His hand finds the hem of my shirt and his fingers trail up my stomach until they find my bra. He pulls one of my breasts out over the cup and runs his fingertip in circles around my nipple until it forms a tight bud. He squeezes it, and a needy moan escapes me.
His lips come toward my ear, and he gives me a little shh along with the treat of his tongue on my skin again. He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and gives it a little nip with his teeth before he lets it go. “I’m going to make you come right now, but you have to do it quietly. Okay?”
My eyes widen, and he’s still playing with my nipple, and we’re in the middle of a tour bus with a bunch of other people on it, and this is so not me but I can’t think straight when his fingers are on my breast and his tongue is by my neck, and so some incoherent moan leaves my lips and then his fingers work the button and zipper of my jeans. He slides his hand in between my jeans and my panties, and he cups me in his hand. I know it’s already damp down there since I’ve been ready for this moment with him for weeks.
He teases me over my panties, and then his hand leaves my jeans completely. I’m a wrecked mess of need. My eyes pop open, and I’m about to protest when he gathers the hem of my shirt and pushes it up. He leans over so he can take my nipple in his mouth, and his hand dives back down...but this time he goes right for the gold rather than playing around.
He pushes one finger into me then pulls it out to spread the moisture around my clit, and then he pushes two fingers in and thrusts in and out. My hips jerk off the mattress at the feel of his hands, his perfect hands with those long, lean, strong fingers of his while he proves that playing guitar is just one of the many talents these hands can do.
His fingers pick up speed, driving into me as the ache pulses and throbs and escalates to a nearly unbearable level. He’s still working my nipple, and when he pulls his fingers out and massages my clit in torturously slow circles, I fall apart completely.
I toss an arm around him and claw at his back as I come, which only pushes his head more forcefully against my nipple. He sucks it hard, and to quiet the loud moans I’m desperately trying not to make, I sink my teeth into his shoulder until the rush of pleasure starts to wane and I’m left completely spent.
I collapse back, letting go of him as I try to catch my breath. He moves up to kiss me again, and I luxuriate in the bliss of a much-needed, long-awaited orgasm.
And all I can think of is how I want him to feel that same pleasure.
I trail my hand down his shirt, starting at his chest. My fingers take in the glory of that washboard stomach of his. I trail down lower until I find the top of his jeans, and just below the button I find how hard and ready he is for me.
I rub him on the outside of his jeans, and he thrusts into my hand a few times.
I reach in and pull him out, and dammit I wish I could remember that night we had sex in Vegas. His body is perfect everywhere, from his gorgeous face down to the steel erection I hold in my hand. I pump a few times, and he lets out a soft sigh.
“I don’t know if I’ll have the same control as you in keeping quiet,” he says, and I giggle.
So what? I’m sure every guy on this bus has done stuff in the privacy of their bunk before. At least the rumble of the bus is loud enough to mask what we’re doing in here. And it’s with that thought in mind that I kiss him then move to straddle him. I have to duck down so I don’t bump my head on the top of the bunk, and I lift his shirt up to his chest.
I could weep at the sight of those beautiful abs.
They’re just so perfect...all eight of them.
I lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his warm skin, and then I shift down on him so I’m straddling his legs. I pump his dick a few more times and then I take it into my mouth. His fingers thread into my hair as I suck him in and pull him out of my mouth.
It doesn’t take long before he’s squeezing my shoulder, the universal signal that he’s about to lose it, an appreciated warning but my only thought is how the hell we’re going to clean up if I don’t just take it all in and swallow it.
And so I do.
The first jet hits the back of my throat as he makes a growling grunt. I swallow it down and keep my mouth wrapped around him. I pump his shaft a few times as he comes, and I swallow the rest down when he visibly relaxes.
I lick the tip before I move back up the bed to lie beside him. He tucks himself back into his jeans and kisses me.
“You’re a fu
cking champ at that, Clarke.”
I giggle.
“Jesus, you make me horny,” he mutters with a bit of astonishment.
I giggle as my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I make you horny?”
“Uh, yeah. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our one night together, and I can’t wait to spend the entire night relishing you.” His eyes light up with an idea. “Our one-month anniversary. It’s only a few days away, and we’ll be in New Orleans. I’ll give you the proper bang you deserve in our very own private hotel suite. And I’ll finger fuck you a few more times in this bunk while we wait for that moment.”
I laugh, but I have to admit, my entire body heats at his carnal promise.
CHAPTER 46: EMILY
Between helping Kylie with the finances, working as Adam’s assistant, attending gigs as part of the band, searching out quiet places to make out with my husband, and trying to find time to sleep between all that, I’ve been busy.
I love being by Adam’s side. So far we’ve only toured through Dallas and Houston, and we’re finally in New Orleans on our one-month wedding anniversary.
We both know what that means...tonight is the night.
And now I find myself with my fingers laced through his in the back of a car taking us to our own private hotel suite after MFB just blew the roof off the Smoothie King Center. His thumb moves in a gentle pattern on the back of my hand, and it’s both soothing and sexy. In its own weird way, it’s getting me all fired up for what comes next.
Between watching all his talent on stage tonight and sharing a tiny bunk with him over the last few nights, I’m ready.
I want him, but it’s more than that.
I ache for him.
I need his mouth on mine as his body fills me up.
I’ve always wanted him, but this is different. This is suddenly more important than any relationship I’ve ever had, and this is the next logical step.
Even though we’ve already done it once.
And when we arrive at our private suite, he presses a gentle kiss to my lips just outside the door. As we enter, I step into what feels like a wonderland of romance.
Red roses and candles adorn every available surface, casting the room in a sexy glow that smells of a heady vanilla mixed with fresh flowers. The bed is covered in rose petals, and in the center sits a tray with two glasses, a bottle of champagne, and chocolate dipped strawberries. Slow music fills the room with sound as the door clicks shut behind me, and it’s then I notice our bags are already here in the corner on a luggage rack.
It’s all the romantic clichés I’ve ever seen on television wrapped into one special night meant just for us.
“Tonight’s all about you and me and relaxing by ourselves in a place that’s a little more luxurious than a bus. Sound good?”
I nod. “That sounds perfect.”
Adam turns toward me and runs his palms down my arms. “Happy anniversary.”
I smile. “Happy anniversary.”
“We haven’t had sex since our wedding night, we’re stuck together because of a contract, and yet we’re giving things a try.” He shrugs. “I just never imagined I’d be celebrating one month of marriage like this.”
I can’t help a little giggle. “Same. To be honest, I also didn’t think I’d ever actually be married to you, the boy I had a massive crush on since I was ten years old.”
“Massive?” he asks, arching a brow.
I nod sagely. “Massive.”
“I’ve got something massive for you.” He pulls me against him and thrusts his hips at the same time.
“Oh yeah?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little breathless at the thought of having sex with this man. I wrap my arms around his waist. “What is it?”
He rolls his eyes then nods toward the bed. “Those chocolate strawberries over there. They’re huge.”
I giggle as I follow his line of sight over to the strawberries. He’s right...they are pretty big.
And somehow in that moment, I fall a little more in love with him. His ability to lighten the mood and make me laugh isn’t just adorable, it’s essential in any relationship.
And it doesn’t hurt that he’s so easy on the eyes.
He steps away from me to open the bottle of champagne. He pours us each a glass, and then he hands me one and holds his up in the air.
“To another month,” he says in toast. “May the next one be even better than the first.”
I clink my glass to his and take a sip of the liquid as he does the same. He takes both our glasses and sets them on the nightstand then picks up a bottle I hadn’t noticed. He holds it up, and I read the label.
“Massage oil?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I read about it when I was looking up ways to make a hotel room more romantic. Want a massage?”
I glance at the bed.
It’s late, and I’m tired after a long day.
I don’t need foreplay. I just need Adam.
I tell him that. “No. I just want you.”
He looks momentarily surprised, but then he sets down the massage oil, moves the tray from the middle of the bed, and flips back the blanket so the petals go scattering to the floor.
And then he looks at me, and I look at him, and I see my own hunger reflected back at me in his eyes. We both want this—we both crave this—and neither of us wants to wait a second longer.
So we don’t.
We both seem to pounce at the same time, and somehow a few beats later I’m pinned beneath him on the bed while he hovers over me. His mouth is on mine, his kiss hot and loaded with meaning as we take this important step together...a step we’ll both remember this time.
He trails his lips down from my lips to my neck and into my cleavage, and then he runs his hand along my jeans-clad thigh. “God, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for a month,” he whispers against my skin.
I moan in reply because my brain seems to short-circuit around him and I’m having trouble forming words as reality crashes into me.
I’m Adam Wilson’s wife.
Adam Wilson.
The boy of my adolescent fantasies who turned into a man I love with everything I am.
And I’m about to have sex with my husband.
His lips move back up to mine as his hands start exploring my body. His fingertips make their way up my torso and land on my breast. He massages and kneads as the ache I’ve felt for him kicks up a few notches. My entire lower half pulses with need as he kisses me, and it’s like he feels the same ache I do when he roughly sits up and rips his shirt over his head.
I lick my lips at the sight of his body.
Those perfectly carved abs are my playground for the night, and they’re mine for as long as we can make this last.
I’ve got my hopes on forever.
“God, those are perfect,” I murmur, running my finger down each ridge like a washboard, and he chuckles.
He pulls me up and yanks my shirt over my head before unhooking my bra and tossing it to the floor. He stares at me for a beat, and I’m about to cover myself awkwardly with my hands when he leans forward to kiss me. He stops just short of my mouth, though, and says, “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
His words give me the confidence I need to get out of my head and live in the moment.
I push my hips up toward him as his mouth crashes back down to mine, and we both grunt at the feel. He’s hard and ready against me, and I don’t want to wait anymore.
I wrap my legs around his middle, and he groans as I pull him toward me.
“I need you out of those jeans,” he grunts, and then he rolls off me and stands, stripping out of his own jeans.
As he drops his clothes to the floor, a flash of a memory comes back from that night.
I’ve seen his perfect naked form once before.
His mouth on me, trailing down my stomach. My mouth on him, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
It’s unclear and hazy, but it’s de
finitely a memory.
And maybe more of that night will come back, but right now all I care about is the animal instinct I need satisfied right now.
I shimmy out of my jeans then crawl to the edge of the bed. He takes a step toward me, and I lay a little flatter until I’m eye-level with his hips.
And then, just like in that haze of a memory, I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump a few times before I take him in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
His moan of approval goads me on, and I pull him out with a pop before sucking him back in. I do this a few times and his fingers thread through my hair as he follows my lead, but then he stops me.
He shakes his head.
“I haven’t had sex in a month. If you want this inside you,” he says, nodding toward his very erect dick, “then you better get it out of your mouth and get on your back.”
I giggle as I back away. “Yes, sir,” I say, and his eyes seem to light up at the endearment.
“I like it when you obey.” He chuckles as I get on my back as requested. “Close your eyes.”
I do, and it’s quiet for a beat as I hear him retreat. The music seems to blur out whatever he just did, and then I feel the bed dip down as he gets onto it. Seconds later, his mouth latches onto me in a place I wasn’t expecting.
My hips jerk up off the bed toward him as my thighs clamp tightly around his head. He found my clit on the first try with his tongue, and the ache intensifies to a nearly unbearable level. He licks and sucks, proving yet another talent of his, and he’s also outstanding with his hands as one of them trails up my body to work my nipple while the other joins his mouth for the party down below. He drives two fingers into me, and combined with the sensations of his tongue and his hand on my body, it doesn’t take long before I fall apart.
I moan incoherently as he sends me flying off the ledge of need and into the waiting arms of ecstasy. Bliss wraps around me like a blanket, a buzz in my ears as my body jerks and throbs for him.
I pant as I come down from the high of what he just did to me, and as he shifts and moves up the bed, he’s panting too. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and grins at me while I try to compose myself.