by Daya Daniels
I feel myself drifting off to sleep, to the sound of his voice. A knock on the door causes my eyelids to flutter.
“We’re beginning our descent. We should be on the ground in New York in an hour,” Jennah, the stewardess, whispers.
“Okay,” Zane says. “Could you bring a few more beers and a little bit of whisky, please, when you get a second?”
“Yes, no problem,” she says with a smile.
I shift where I sit, taking in Zane’s twisted expression.
“What’s the matter?”
He shakes his head vigorously and stares out the window at the blue sky. I only observe him but I don’t speak again. He’s a little drunk I can tell, which is funny because he’s just asked for more now, including whisky.
He runs his hand through his thick hair and lets out a loud sigh. “I think this is finished. Now, onto the fun part.” He laughs.
Jennah knocks on the door before pushing it open. On a small tray, she’s carrying the beers Zane asked for and a carafe of whisky. She sets everything out on a small table. She removes the caps from all three of the beers and backs out of the room, smiling. Zane sets his guitar down and stands. He picks up one of the beers and puts it to his lips. I stand and take the other, giving him a smirk. He gives me a curious look while I sip from the sea-green bottle. The taste isn’t that appealing—foamy, yeasty, and dry. Zane plops back on the stool. I place the bottle down and step towards him, making a spot in between his thighs.
He blinks slowly looking at me and places his hand on the small of my back. I lean into him and wrap my arms around his neck, inching closer to his face. He only breathes while looking down at me. He pulls me into him tighter and we kiss. I moan into his mouth when he grips me hard. I’m pressed against his chest, locked in by his powerful arms as his tongue tangles with mine. Zane pulls away and dips his head down between my breasts. I suck in a loud breath of air, when he pulls my dress down exposing my breasts. He squeezes them with his hands and takes each nipple into his mouth.
“These tits are perfect. They’re fucking beautiful.”
I moan when he squeezes them. The sensation of the pads of his fingers running over my flesh forces me to bite my bottom lip. I know I’m already wet. My skin quivers at his touch and my breathing deepens.
“I want to fuck you, Liv,” he whispers, running his hands up my thighs. “And knowing there’s no panties on under here.”
I laugh and hold onto him while he caresses me. He buries his face into my neck and rains kisses along my collarbone, while he groans. Then he kisses me, pulling me into his hard chest. The smell of whisky lingers on his breath and burns my eyes. I taste his mouth and nibble on his bottom lip. I breathe him in, when he cups the back of my head with his hand and puts his forehead to mine. I stare into his grey eyes that look tired and seem to be filled with lust.
“I want what you promised me yesterday.”
Zane moans and looks at me with hooded eyes. “You’ll get it, don’t worry.”
I kiss him teasingly. “You promise?”
“Yeah, I promise, baby girl.”
The plane descends with a bump. My eyes go wide at the jolt.
Zane groans and pulls my dress back up.
“I really need to change out of this.” I giggle.
Zane ignores my comment. “It looks like we’ll have to resume this in a little while.” He stands and kicks his leg out awkwardly. I laugh at the comical action and visibly trace the outline of his hardness in his jeans.
Pulling my sweater tight, I take a seat on the sofa. Zane sits next to me. I can see the city coming into view and the Empire State Building in the distance.
“I won’t ask if you’ve been here before.”
“I have.”
“I figured that. Of course, you have.”
“I’ve never had fun here though.”
Zane tips his head in my direction and gives me a funny look. “Well, I think we can change that.”
“That would be nice,” I whisper, slipping my hand in his.
His fingers close around my hand. It feels so right. Everything about being with this man feels so right.
Zane
“We have two shows this week here at Madison Square Garden,” Barry rattles out, while flipping through a thick itinerary.
I bob my head and finish the rest of my cigarette.
“Well, folks. This is just the beginning. We have a few press gigs to do, some interviews. MTV, Good Morning, America, NBC, yada yada yada,” Barry says.
I nod, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “Yep.”
The four of us relax in one of the large dressing rooms at Madison Square Garden. Cash mindlessly stares out the window, while Dexter flips through an interior decorating magazine. Rose has his drumsticks in hand.
“Rehearsal is tomorrow morning. Don’t be late. Don’t fucking disappear, Cash,” Barry says pointing at him.
Cash lets out a chuckle and nods, running a hand over his blond buzz cut.
“How are the songs coming along?” Barry asks me.
“Well, you’re the genius that signed the RR deal which obligates us to put out two fucking albums a year, plus touring.”
Barry drops his head to the floor and runs his hand over his beard. When he laughs, his big stomach jiggles. He lifts his beady eyes to meet mine. “Is there a problem, Zane? Because if there is a problem, you probably should’ve brought it up in the meeting a few days ago, but I seem to recall you disappeared.”
I let out a laugh with a breath.
“This is one of the best deals in history. You might be annoyed that you must ramp up production, so to say, but you’re being compensated very well for it. That, you can’t deny.”
“I write the songs, Barry, so don’t piss me off,” I mumble.
“Cash here has offered to write a few, I’m told.”
“And that would be fucking great,” I say shifting where I stand, making eye contact with Cash across the room.
His sleepy eyes blink slowly. He looks just as fucked up as I feel. His blue eyes are red and he’s sweating.
“Yeah, I did,” Cash chimes in, lifting an arm and slapping it back down on his leg.
Dexter shakes his head from side to side and Rose chuckles.
This is how it always was. Cash and I battling, while Rose and Dexter sat back and went with the flow. It had been this way since we were teenagers.
We’d only put out our third album Daffodil six months ago. It shot straight to the top of the charts going platinum within a month. The main driver of its success was our hit song called Lies We Told Mother. We’d sold millions of albums. We had millions of fans. The two shows over the next few days were completely sold out. We couldn’t have asked for more.
“Well, boys, it looks like we have our work cut out for us then,” Barry says.
He steps towards me, in my space. There wasn’t much I liked about Barry Michaels but he was a good manager and a shark when it came to making sure the bands he represented received their due. But he was greedy and heartless. He would’ve sent his own mother up the river, if it made him a profit. I tip my head to look down at him, with a smirk.
“Why aren’t you staying at Gramercy Park Hotel with the rest of the band?”
“Because I want to stay somewhere else.”
Barry looks over my clothing and then brings his eyes back up to my face and spins around. If he looks at me like that I again, I can’t promise I won’t punch him in the fucking throat.
“I know you think you’re the be all, end all of this band, Zane, but the four of you are a team.”
Cash laughs and so do I.
“I do this for the music, Barry, not for any other reason,” I whisper, lighting another cigarette.
Barry groans and looks at the clipboard in his hands and checks his watch.
“I have a few things to do in the next twenty-four hours, before rehearsal tomorrow.”
“Good riddance,” I grumble, heading out the door.
Dexter follows behind me, patting me on the back. I turn, take his hand and pull him into a hug.
“It’s good to see you, Z. I’ve missed you.”
I give him a smile and ruffle his Afro, that still has the pick in it. “Yeah, I missed you too.”
He narrows his brown eyes at me. “Why are you staying at a different hotel?”
I let out a long sigh but don’t answer. I pull another cigarette from the box in my hand and put it to my lips.
“You really need to stop smoking, man, seriously.” Dexter laughs.
“Yeah, I know. I need to stop doing a lot of things.”
Dexter gives me a small smile. We both stop walking and put our backs against the wall. He exhales. “I bought a new place out in San Fran. You need to come and see it.”
“Yeah, I will soon.”
“It’s a penthouse apartment that overlooks the bay.”
“Nice. I’ll come and check it out soon, I promise.”
“We’re a long way from sharing a bowl of oatmeal, huh?”
“Yeah,” I huff, desperately wanting to forget those days.
I drop my head and look down the end of the long hallway. A thick head of long blonde hair under a beanie catches my attention. A man in a suit follows behind her, ushering her in the direction of me. I push myself off the wall to see Liv walking towards me, with a few shopping bags in her hands. She’s wearing a fitted Velvet Revolver T-shirt, some jeans, and boots. A bright smile spreads across her face when she spots me.
Dexter smiles but the confusion is written all over his face as his eyes dart from me to Liv. Liv to me.
“Hey,” she says when she gets closer.
I pull her in for a hug. “What are you doing here?” I whisper into her face, trying to contain my annoyance. “I told you to wait at the hotel. I was coming right back.”
Liv blinks slowly at me. “I thought I would come and find you. I was walking around.”
I narrow my eyes at her and stare into her grey ones. She gives me a confused look, then an innocent smile. Stalker...
Inwardly, I groan and brush her hair out of her face. I place a soft kiss to her cheek. When I pull away, she looks at Dexter. He looks at Liv as though he’s just seen a unicorn. He thrusts a hand out to Liv in a handshake.
“I’m Dexter, Zane’s brother—foster brother that is but we’re brothers.”
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a little about you.”
“I’m also the bassist in The Vigilantes,” Dexter says looking over Liv.
His gaze shifts back to me. “Who is this?”
I give him a look, noticing that he’s on the verge of hysteria.
“This is Liv,” I say in short, not wanting to explain. “Tarver is waiting for us. Liv, we should go.”
Liv looks around and shakes her head. “Okay. It was nice to meet you, Dexter,” she says heading towards Tarver down the hall.
Dexter begins to laugh when he observes our interaction. “Well, I guess I will see the happy couple around.”
“Fuck off,” I mumble, stepping away from his laugher.
Liv
W2e have a cozy suite in The Bowery Hotel in the East Village. I step inside ahead of Zane. He shuts the door. I can feel his gaze on me, even though he doesn’t speak. He puts his guitar case down, slides his jacket off and throws it on the table in the foyer. I head further inside and click on the stereo, finding the song I want to hear. It’s Crazy by Aerosmith. I take off my shoes and head in his direction.
Zane kicks off his boots, walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of something that looks a lot like gasoline. He tosses some ice cubes in the bottom of the glass and spins around to watch me. “I don’t like that you followed me today, Liv,” he says firmly, swallowing the jet fuel back.
“I wasn’t following you.”
He gives me a long look with those grey eyes and puts the glass down. I sing along to the music and pull my T-shirt off, exposing the pink lace number that I’d recently purchased from Victoria’s Secret. Zane gives me a curious look. I yank on the waistband of his jeans and undo the heavy buckle. He stands in front of me, only watching me. He’s already hard. I take in the smell of him and his warmth. He puts his hand over mine when I lead him to the sofa. When my legs hit the back of the plush velvet, he kisses me hard. His tongue slides into my mouth, while his hand cups the back of my head. It’s hungry and desperate. The taste of mint is on his breath, along with the faint scent of cigarettes. He drags his fingers along the skin on my back. Then both of his hands settle at my hips. He undoes my jeans and pulls them down, while keeping my gaze. I run my fingers through his thick black hair. He pulls them down to my ankles. I place my hands on his strong shoulders to steady myself and slide out of them. He stands, kisses me and runs his fingers over the edge of my bra, feeling the delicate lace.
“This is pretty.”
I give him a smile. “Thanks, I hoped you’d like it.”
“I do,” he says before kissing me.
I pull off his shirt, when he nudges me forward to sit in front of him. He runs his hands along my thighs and squeezes. His fingers curl around the fabric at my hips on each side, then he pulls. The material slides down my thighs. I slump against the sofa, observing my lower half become naked beneath him. Zane’s grey eyes are ablaze when he looks at me. He licks his lips and comes closer to me, dipping his head down to my stomach. I run my hands through his hair and giggle when the soft strands tickle the skin there. He runs his hands roughly along the insides of my thighs, yanking me to the edge. I laugh out loud at the harsh gesture. He kisses along my stomach and then the insides of my thighs, nibbling on my skin. My legs are parted wide. I’m exposed.
The song I put on is on replay. It’s fitting for how I feel about the guy in front of me. I’m crazy for him. It feels like he’s the only one in the world that understands me.
I shut my eyes and lick my lips. When I open them, Zane is already looking up at me. He smiles and then dives in between them, putting his mouth on my flesh. I jerk in his grip at the insane feeling of his tongue on me, licking and lapping along my seam. He sucks the sensitive flesh, until I’m screaming and writhing in his grasp. I let out an ugly moan when his tongue flutters over the tender ball of nerves between my legs. He sucks it, hard. I whimper loud, unable to keep my mouth closed. My thighs quiver and I bite into my bottom lip. A loud breathless gasp leaves my mouth when a tidal wave moves through me.
Zane’s wet mouth continues to assault my flesh, coaxing screams and moans from my throat. I’m desperate for him, loving every single filthy thing he’s doing to me. My legs shake and my stomach feels like it falls away, when the powerful orgasm rushes through me, forcing me to scream his name. I dig into his shoulder when he moans into my wet flesh. The vibration shoots through me only intensifying the feeling that’s already turned my brain to mush. The remnants of high-pitched cries leave my mouth. I gasp for air. The colorful sofa cushions fall messily around me.
Zane lifts his head and kisses me. His hands slide around my back undoing my bra, freeing my breasts. He squeezes them, then dips down to take each nipple into his mouth. He spends time licking and sucking on each pink one, until they’re hardened beads left wet from his tongue. He yanks me to the edge. I meet his eyes, when he reaches a hand down and pulls out his swollen flesh. It’s thick and long. The tip of it is already dripping, showing me how badly he wants this. He runs the hot head of it along the insides of my thighs and teases my already wet slit with it. A hiss leaves his mouth when he looks down. I moan when he lingers, running his hard flesh along mine.
A smile spreads across my face when I take in the handsome man in front of me. His chest is cut and carved. And his hair is overdue for a cut but this is how it always looks. He’s imperfectly perfect. I feel my insides warm, desperately waiting for the invasion that I know will make me come once more. But this will be different. He’ll be inside of me, flesh to flesh. We’ll be taking and giving, just
like the last time.
His full lips part and a moan spills from them when I feel his thickness begin to part me. He slides in a little and a helpless groan leaves my mouth. He’s big and although I’ve had it before, I know I’ll need to allow myself to adjust to his size yet again.
“Just breathe, baby girl,” he whispers, before pushing all the way inside of me.
Zane
Liv’s face twists into the most tormented expression when I slide into her. I hook her legs over my forearms and lean forward, letting her have everything I have to give. She moans and her lips pout when I stroke into her. She’s beautiful and tight. I take a deep breath and stop for a minute, feeling my dick twitch, wondering just how long I’ll be able to continue until I explode. Liv’s fingers dig into my arms.
She lets out the most delicious whine when I start again and settle into a rhythm pummeling into her wetness.
“Zane,” she breathes out.
I lean down and crush her mouth with my own. I taste her. She’s sweet like candy and fruit. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck. It’s never been like this before. This is different. Liv looks up at me and blinks slowly when I push into her. I watch myself slide in and out of the haven between her legs that I want to make my home. A groan leaves my lips, when I see how perfectly she fits around me. She takes all of me. Her legs are parted and her tits bounce, with each stroke my hips make into her small body. I’m covered in sweat. It’s all over her. She moans and murmurs something I don’t understand, as I settle into a punishing rhythm that’s about to throw my friggin’ back out. The sofa begins to inch across the floor with my weight. Her shaky fingers dig into my arms. She’s talking to me but I can’t hear her. I see her lips moving but I can’t make out the words.
“Zane,” she whimpers.
I pick up speed blasting into her. She grabs at me like she’s drowning. A smile spreads across her face and her eyes go wide. Her legs shiver in my grasp and her slit has turned a pretty dark pink. All the blood has rushed there like a tidal wave. I don’t want her to think. I want Liv to be in the moment, with me, here.
