He wraps his arms around me tightly as he breathes in deep. “I love you too, Naomi. You have no idea how much.”
Thirty-Three
Theo
She loves me. She misses me. She chooses me. She’s willing to give everything up for me. It’s unnecessary, but the sentiment is there. I just need to figure out a way to break this to Marcus without him losing his mind. I don’t know how to do that. She loves me. Fuck. Wow. Fuck.
“Marcus is in love with you too,” I say over her shoulder. I don’t want to let her go. And I don’t want to wreck this moment, but it’s a fact we need to face. Loving each other is going to hurt someone.
She pulls back and looks into my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I know. He wants to talk to me when we get back home. Lay all our cards on the table.”
“Maybe we can talk to him together then?” I suggest. “There’s only four shows left. A little more than a week. We can hold off that long, right?” The words leave my mouth, but they feel like a huge lie. I’ve waited for her my whole life. And another week on top of that just feels too long. I’m barely managing to contain myself as it is, my fingers itching for her bare skin, my tongue tingling for her taste, and my dick…let’s just say I’ve had more showers on this tour than a man has the right to have.
“A whole week?” She stumbles back and drops down on the edge of her bed. “How can I? How can we? I’m barely surviving without touching you as it is.”
I sit beside her and slide my fingers between hers, gripping her hand. “Barely surviving?” When she meets my eyes, we both break into laughter.
“Well it isn’t easy being on the outside,” she says, turning towards me and placing her palm on my face. I love it when she does this, raking her fingers over my stubble as she caresses my jaw. “All I want to do is wrap my leg around you and have you touch me again, and I can’t do any of it. All I get to do is watch you from afar and imagine you when I touch myself.”
And, now I’m hard.
Grabbing her by the waist, I flip her so we’re lying on the bed and I’m holding myself over her. I run my teeth along her jaw. “When did you become so forward?”
She pulls at my T-shirt, and I shift so she can lift it over my head. “I’ve always been this way. In case you haven’t noticed, most of the time, it’s been me trying to kiss you.”
I sit back on my knees and pop the button on her jeans, running my fingers along the smooth skin of her stomach. “Shit. You’re right.”
“How long do we have?”
“Before someone comes looking for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Give me a minute.” I get off the bed and send a text to the others, telling them to go eat without me, I’ve some shit to sort out. “All afternoon.” I smile as I turn back to her, my grin growing wider as I find her in nothing but her bra and panties. I was totally kidding myself when I suggested we should wait until the end of the tour. There’s no way I can continue saying no to this.
“You should lose the pants,” she says. “But keep the condom from your wallet.”
I lift my brow, chuckling at her bossy attitude. I like that she knows what she wants, but I’m a man who likes to be in control.
Naomi
Theo locks eyes with me as he slides his belt from his jeans. “Give me your hands.”
Oh. God. Yes.
Shifting to sit, I hold my hands in front of me, keeping eye contact as winds his belt around my wrists then helps me lie back so he can secure them to the headboard. “So we know who’s boss.” He gives me a wink as he settles on top of me, still wearing his jeans.
“You can boss me around whenever you like. Just know that sometimes I’m gonna fight you.”
He grins as he dips his head and runs his tongue along the lace edge of my bra. “I expect nothing less.”
“But I won’t be fighting today.” I grin, loving the sight of his head bowed over my chest. “I like what’s happening here.”
“You do?” He pulls down the cup of my bra and takes my erect nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard.
I inhale sharply, arching my back, pushing my breasts toward him. “God, yes,” I pant, my fingers tightening around the leather. “Just please. Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop?” He pulls away immediately, causing me to whimper as he gets to his feet and drags my underwear down my legs. “We don’t need these.” He tosses them over his shoulder.
“Now what?” I ask, lying exposed while he stands there with only his shirt off and top button undone, his eyes raking over my body.
“I give you what you want.”
“And what’s that?”
He pulls his wallet from his pocket then removes the condom, dropping it on the bed with a flick of his fingers. Then he undoes each button on his jeans, pausing before he pushes them down. “Open your legs,” he instructs, and I comply, really getting off on everything about him. Although, I have to wonder if this is why we never saw him sleeping around. Any sort of control and restraint in the bedroom takes a certain amount of trust. That takes time to build. I’d never let a guy I’d just met tie me up like this.
“Beautiful.” With his eyes on my core, he releases a moan as he pushes his jeans down his legs, releasing an impressive-looking cock that he takes in his hand and strokes back and forth and he climbs back over me, releasing himself before bracing above me and sucking gently on my lips, pulling with his teeth. I feel the weight of his cock on my thigh.
“Hold on.” He wraps his arm around me and flips us over so I’m on top. It’s a skilful manoeuvre, made that much more difficult with the restraints. But this guy knows what he’s doing, and he’s propped on the pillows in no time, his big hands guiding me so I’m straddling his length. “Slide along my shaft. I want to feel how wet you are.”
“I’m dripping.”
“Mmm. Then this is gonna feel good for both of us.”
He places his hands on my hips as I rock back and forth, gliding along his shaft so the ridge of his dick rubs against my clit. My insides ache from wanting him, and all I’d have to do is ride a little high and roll my hips a certain way, and I’d take him inside. But he hasn’t put on his condom. And we haven’t had that talk yet. Plus, that isn’t what he asked me to do. And I really like doing what I’m told with him.
“Theo,” I gasp, the pressure between my legs building as I continue to rock on top of him, his hands gliding over my skin, cupping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingertips.
“Are you going to come?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, losing myself to the sensation.
“Don’t,” he instructs, and the gruff sound of his voice almost pushes me over the edge. “I said don’t.” He clamps his hands against my hips, holding me down so I feel his pressure against my core, but I can’t gain any friction. I whimper, because I really want to come. And I wriggle because I’m desperate. Then he hisses and lifts my hips, shifting me to the side as he slips from beneath me. “Stay on your knees.”
“Can I hold the headboard?” When I look his way, he's got the condom packet between his fingers, tearing it open with his teeth. His eyes shine with dark desire, and I squeeze my insides tight. Goth boy is the king of the bedroom.
“Yes,” he says, rolling the rubber down his shaft.
When I feel him returning to the bed, I get into position, eager to feel him enter me. He places a hand on my butt cheek then squeezes before pressing a kiss to the back of my hip, his hand sliding down between my legs, connecting with my wetness.
“Is this what you imagined?” he asks when his fingers slide into my depths.
“It’s better.” I moan and shudder, keening and wanting more.
“Better?” He rolls the tip of his drenched finger against my clit, his free hand holding onto my hip.
“Yes. I didn’t expect you to be so…so…commanding.”
“Even though I took from you.”
I shake my head, leaning back as far as the belt will allow, wantin
g him deeper. “You didn’t take. I gave.”
He moans and presses his erection against the back of my thigh as he touches and teases, bringing me close before backing right off. It’s blissful torture that ends with me begging.
“Please, Theo. Please.” I’m dying. If I don’t come soon, I will die. I know it.
“Not yet.”
I almost cry. “Please.”
He leans over me, hot breath on the back of my neck as he nips and sucks at that fleshy part he marked on me before. I moan and arch into him. “I want you to come with me inside you.” Then he reaches up and loosens the belt, freeing my hands. “Get on your back.”
Wiggling my fingers, I drop to the mattress, opening my legs as he leans over me, pressing himself at my entrance. “Naomi.” He stares into my eyes as if checking he has permission.
“Do it,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, loving the sudden freedom to touch him and feel his hair. It heightens my emotions and makes me grateful for the connection.
Groaning, he pushes himself slowly into me, rocking his hips until I’ve taken in all of him. “Naomi. Naomi. Naomi.” He hisses when I clench myself around him. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” Our eyes are locked, and I’m sure his face is mirroring mine right now, lost in ecstasy. He looks beautiful leaning over me, his lips parted as he breathes with each thrust, his hair falling forward, surrounding his face like a dark halo.
I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling his face towards me. Our mouths meet with a furious passion as he moans and I whimper and his thrusting increases. I can’t hold on much longer and release his head, my hands flying to my sides as I grip at the sheets and throw my head back, letting out a load moan as I explode, my internal muscles gripping him tightly as my hips buck upward. “Theo,” I yell. “Holy fuck!” I’ve never come so hard in my life.
The moment my tremors subside, I feel him pulse inside me, letting out a guttural moan and thrusts himself into my depths, holding steady. “Holy fuck is right,” he mumbles against my neck before rolling off me and gathering me in his arms, touching, stroking and kissing.
“You’re not going to take off on me this time are you?” I whisper, running my fingers over the side of his face, enjoying the feeling of the course stubble beneath my fingertips.
“Not this time.” He smiles, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing me tenderly. “I’m crazy in love with you. I think I’ll stick around.”
My heart swells in my chest, close to bursting as I wrap my arms tighter around him. “Say it again,” I whisper.
He moves so he’s on top of me, looking down into my eyes, the intensity of his gaze enough to start my insides clenching all over again.
“I’m in love with you, Naomi,” he murmurs. “I’ve been in love with you for a very long time.” His voice is like a soft caress, washing away all the shit and the hurt that’s gone on between us, clearing the slate for a new future. We’ll find a way to make this work.
Marcus
I think my heart just stopped beating. That or I’m about to explode. My skin is on fire, and I can hear my blood rushing through my ears as a pain forms in my chest.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?
I try to breathe. I try to calm down. But I’m struggling here. I came back up to be a good brother, bring Theo some food while he deals with whatever work shit he texted about dealing with. Mamma would kill me if I let him go hungry. So up I travelled, food in hand only to find an empty room.
Maybe I missed him? Maybe he was going down in the lift as I came up? Nothing too alarming, I could put his food in our bar fridge and catch him later. No big deal. Except for that moment when I turned to leave. I’d shut our door, then heard something…disturbing…coming from Naomi’s room. It was—god, I can’t even bring myself to say it—moaning. I heard moaning.
Some sort of masochistic need propelled me towards her door. I pressed my ear against it, listening to the unmistakable sound of fucking. I thought maybe that guy Dan Stolle was in there with her. They seem to be pretty cosy these days.
But then, she yelled his name.
Theo.
Thirty-Four
Naomi
“Fuck,” Theo groans as his phone starts ringing from where he left it earlier. “That’ll be the guys.”
He climbs off me and the bed, planting a kiss on my forehead as he does. I lean up on my elbow to watch him walk naked and lean down to retrieve his phone.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asks as he looks at the screen.
“Very much,” I smile, dragging my eyes unabashedly over his body, my eyes lingering on the tattoo on his ribs of what looks like lines of music bursting into flames. I haven’t studied it properly yet.
He holds his finger to his lips, signalling for me be quiet as he swipes at the screen to answer. “Marcus,” he says in greeting. He listens for a moment, reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m at the hotel… I had to make some calls… yeah… ok, I’ll meet you there.”
He disconnects the phone then drops it on the bedside table as he comes to sit next to me. “Marcus checking in. I was supposed to be getting something to eat with them,” he explains. “But I told them I had to some work to do.”
“I’m work?”
Pressing a kiss to my shoulder, he chuckles. “I wouldn’t call that work. But it’s probably going to be your name from now on. At least for the next week, anyway.”
“How do you think he’s going to take it?”
He shrugs then runs his fingers through my hair. “Who knows with Marcus. He could surprise us.”
“He could also up and quit the band.”
Theo shakes his head. “He wouldn’t do that. The band is his whole identity. He’d never walk away from it.”
“But he could make our lives a living hell until we did.”
“That’s a possibility.”
“And what do we do then?”
“We leave. And all the songs come with us.”
“You’d really take the songs?”
“I’m the one who wrote them.”
“That feels so mean.”
“Of course it is. But those songs are mine. Fragile is about you, you know? I wrote it about that night.”
“What?” He wrote a song about me?
“Yeah.” His mouth curves in a half smile. “You may have been the muse for a handful of songs.”
“I was the muse for all of them, wasn’t I?”
He leans down and brushes his nose against mine. “I admit nothing on the grounds where it may make me look creepy.”
“I could never think you were creepy. I think you’re wonderful, and I love that I meant so much to you.”
“Then it won’t weird you out that I made the school sell our piano to me.”
I bite my lip as I smile. “You didn’t? That’s the actual one?”
He nods then frowns. “I may have spent an uncomfortably long time being slightly…obsessed with you.”
“Did you stalk me?”
“Of course not.”
“Then you weren’t obsessed enough.”
He chuckles then kisses me, softly at first. Slowly becoming more insistent, more passionate as his tongue demands entry and slides inside my mouth, dancing with mine. His arms slip beneath me and he stands, lifting me easily as he continues our kiss.
“Where are we going?”
“Shower. We have to get to rehearsal in forty-five minutes.”
“Forty-five minutes? How long is this shower going to take? We’re only ten minutes from the stadium.”
“I have plans for this shower. They’ll take some time.”
“Do they involve strapping me to the cubicle so I can’t move?”
“I like the way you think. But no, this is the part where I make sure every inch of your skin is lathered clean.” He sets me on my feet and switches on the water, waiting until it’s warm before he steers be inside with his arms around my waist.
> “Does this mean you think I’m dirty?” I tease when he grabs my shower soap and works up a lather.
“In a good way.” He breathes in then hums. “So this is why you always smell so good?”
“Strawberries and cream body wash.”
“I like it.” He slides the thick lather over my body, starting at my shoulders, and working his way down my back. He kisses my mouth, my jawline and my neck, making his way around my body until he’s standing behind me.
Kissing behind my ear, he slides his arms around my stomach, gliding his hands through the suds, sending delicious chills through me. His fingers brush just under my breasts, causing me to moan and drop my head against his chest. He lathers over my breasts, his breathing deepening as his erection presses into me from behind, his fingers kneading my flesh and pinching my nipples.
“Theo.” Reaching back, I slide my hands behind his neck, moaning and whimpering as he glides one hand down south, skirting my throbbing need. “Tease.”
“Turn around.”
“Gladly.” I spin in his arms and writhe against him, covering him in suds as I slide one hand down toward his long hard shaft, stroking it as it stands to attention, telling me just how much I turn him on.
“Kiss me while you jack me off,” he whispers, leaning in.
I suck on his bottom lip before sliding my tongue past his teeth, my soapy hand working over his shaft. He moans into my mouth, cock pulsing in my hand. I love the way he responds to me, the way it feels to be with him. I’ve waited my whole life for this kind of connection, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to waste a second of it.
He moans again as his hand slides down, over my mound until he reaches my folds. The instant he touches me, my nerve endings jump to high alert, never quite recovering from their last orgasm.
“Oh god,” I cry out, working him with my hand as his fingers slip inside of me. They push in and slide out, back over my clit before he pushes his fingers inside me once more. We rock, and we moan, touching and kissing, our hands working faster as our calls echo off the small tiled space. All the while, the water splashes down over us, encasing us in our own private cocoon, a place where the rest of the world doesn’t matter to us.
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