by JA Low
“Happy New Year, Isla.”
“Happy New Year, Tyler.” We kissed under the stars, to the back drop of the popping of fireworks. It was a pretty perfect New Year’s kiss. If this was the start of what the new year was bringing, then it was going to be a good year. We continued kissing, getting lost in the perfect moment, my hands start to unbutton his shirt then push it down his body. We flip over so that I am straddling him; the thigh high splits of my dress are at a total indecent level. His calloused hands running up my thighs and dipping under the material, his fingers sinking into my ass, squeezing it, turning our kiss up another level. My hands move down his body, my fingers tracing every deep set ridge of his hard form until they reach the button of his jeans. My fingers pop the first button, then the next, then the next, until his jeans are open. A large palm slips beneath the deep V of my dress and thick fingers roll my nipple between them, shooting white hot heat between my legs.
I hear giggling in the darkness, followed by the words I was not prepared to hear.
“You are so naughty, Finn.” I freeze underneath Tyler’s touch.
“Not as naughty as I will be,” Finn growls. Panic is flooding my body, replacing the lustful heat that was there moments ago. Like a goddamn horror story, Finn and his guest stumble between the palm trees and almost fall right into our laps. I jump off Tyler and watch in embarrassment as Finn and some drunk girl sway arm in arm in front of us.
“Oh, hello.” The girl notices us sitting there staring at them. “Sorry we thought no one was here.” She hiccups and giggles all at the same time.
“Isla?” Finn frowns trying to focus on me.
“And me,” Tyler adds. That’s when I see Finn’s body stiffen, his arm falls from the girl and he takes a couple of shaky steps toward us.
“And Tyler.” Finn doesn’t look happy about seeing the two of us together, especially in the semi undress we are both currently in.
“Did I interrupt something?” Finn’s lip curls up in a snarl as he notices my strap has fallen down my shoulder and Tyler’s jeans are undone.
“Yeah, you kind of did,” I tell him. His eyes widen as he stares at me.
“You and…Tyler?” The way he says Tyler’s name it’s as if it’s getting stuck in his throat each time he says it.
“Seems like we interrupted you as well,” Tyler adds, pointing at the girl who is holding onto the palm tree. Her eyes trying to focus on where the male voice is coming from. “I think your friend might need a rest.” The girl sways and stumbles face first into the daybed beside us, she mumbles something incoherently then promptly falls asleep. Finn looks at the girl then back to us, I can see rage filling those green eyes.
“I told you she was off limits.” Finn points at Tyler.
“I pursued him,” I tell him, those sea green eyes burn with fire toward me.
“You…you went after him.” He points at Tyler again, disgust laced in his voice. “Oscar is going to be pissed at you.” His finger waggles at Tyler.
“Only if someone tells him.” My eyes glare back. He holds up his hands and stumbles a little. He then pretends to zip up his mouth and throw away the key.
“Sorry for interrupting, I’ll leave you two love birds alone.” Finn turns on his heel.
“I think you’re forgetting someone.” I point to the snoring girl beside us.
“Nah, let her sleep it off. I’m sure I won’t be lonely for long.” He stumbles away in the darkness, fucking prick.
192
Isla
Three months later
“This is such a bad idea,” I tell Sienna who assures me that pole dancing is easy. I watch as she glides around the pole with ease and grace. How did we get to this point? I have no idea. I think it was a shit ton of tequila to be honest.
“You go girl,” Tyler calls from the seat below, urging me on. “You got this.” Fueled on by his friendly attention, I follow Sienna’s instructions and work the pole like I’m channeling Demi Moore from Striptease. I swirl around and around, slipping easily up and down, and if I’m honest, it’s fucking liberating. Hearing people cheering for us has my adrenaline going; I feel like I can take over the world, I feel so powerful holding the attention of all these men. Sienna and I are trying to be sexy but honestly we can’t stop laughing, which probably isn’t sexy at all. “Work it,” Tyler encourages me, but I can see he is laughing as well, so I flip him off. I notice Blake comes over and shakes hands with Tyler, his eyes very much on Sienna, the way she moves on the pole is kind of hypnotizing. The next thing I see is Blake holding out his hand for her and she follows, right into his lap. I mentally high five her. I swing around once more, but eventually gravity takes hold and I stumble. Tyler catches me. “You were all good up until then,” he jokes. “I think it might be time for some water.” I nod as I unsteadily follow after him.
“What the hell is going on?” Oscar’s deep rumble catches me off guard.
“Your sister has had a little too much to drink, so I was…” Tyler doesn’t get to finish telling him he was getting me some water because Oscar goes into full on over protective mode.
“You thought what? That you would take advantage of her,” he growls.
“What? No…never…I…” Tyler splutters trying to defend himself.
“Oscar, fuck off.” The words come out before I have a chance to filter them. My brother just stares at me in disbelief, we rarely fight. I stumble a little bit in my damn high heels, stupid things. Who the hell would wear them? “Just fuck you.” I point at him. “Tyler here was just getting me some water. He’s a good guy. Not every single man is trying to get into my pants.”
“You’re gay?” Oscar turns to Tyler.
“What? No!” He looks at my brother in shock.
“Tyler isn’t gay, he’s straight and any straight man would want to get into your pants, Issy.” I see red. I push him, I push him hard but he is as solid as a rock.
“Not every single man in this world uses women like you. You may look at women and only see their worth by them spreading their legs, but most other men don’t.” Oscar looks at me stunned.
“Issy…”
“You think that all men want me for my body parts. You don’t think they would ever want me for anything else.” Tears are falling down my cheeks now.
“God no…you are the most remarkable woman I know.” His words are soft and gentle.
“But you don’t ever treat me like that.” I wipe the tears from my eyes and push past him. “Just leave me alone.”
“Hey,” Finn’s voice calls from behind, he is the last person I want to see right now. We haven’t talked much since New Year’s; he’s been keeping himself busy with a long line of skanks. And I’ve been working on myself. “What happened in there?”
“Nothing.”
“I’ve never seen you and Oscar fight like that before. Is everything okay?”
“Just peachy.” The sarcasm isn’t lost in my tone. “Where’s the fucking valet with my car. I want to go home.”
“You’re not driving; you've drunk too much.” I roll all my eyes. “Let me drop you home.”
“You’re probably as drunk as I am.” I fold my arms across my body.
“I’ve had one beer, I’m totally fine.”
“Guess you wouldn’t want whiskey dick when you fuck one of your fans.” Finn ignores my barb and grabs my wrist pulling me to his car, he opens the door and shoves me in. He peels out of the driveway, churning up the pebbles, he’s pissed. But I don’t care. I feel like I’m having a mid-life crisis at the moment and I don’t know what I’m doing. We sit in silence as Finn drives through the Hollywood Hills at three o’clock in the morning. We pull up at Oscar’s front gate. It’s sad I’m still living with my brother. I buzz us in.
“Thanks for the lift.” As I get out of Finn’s sports car, I drop my purse and its contents spill all over the driveway. I quickly try and shove it all back in. Great dignified exit, Isla.
“For fuck’s sake,” F
inn grumbles. He picks my purse up then grabs me and throws me over his shoulder in a fireman hold, making me squeal.
“Put me down.” I thump his back.
“Shut up,” he growls as he opens my front door. He throws my purse onto the side board, he then pulls my heels off and throws them to the floor. He carries me through my house, up the stairs toward my bedroom. He kicks open my bedroom door then throws me onto the bed. He stomps into my ensuite; I hear rustling like he is searching through my draws. The tap turns on then stops; then he’s walking out of my bathroom with a glass of water and something in his hands. “Here take these.” Finn hands me two white pills.
“I’m not taking drugs from you.” I’m being a brat.
“It’s fucking Tylenol.” He looks at me angrily. I take them then swallow the water. I slam the glass down on the bedside table.
“Your duty is done, you can run back to my brother and tell him you have deposited his sister safe and sound in his castle, her virtue is still intact.” Finn doesn’t move, he just stares at me. Fine, if he wants to be like that, I will pretend he isn’t even there. I stand up and open my bed side table and pull out my pajamas, thankfully it’s a sexy little black slip. My back is toward him and I start unzipping my white Herve Leger dress. I’m wearing nothing but a tiny G-string under it. I let the dress pool to the floor. I take the black slip and put it on, the silky material slipping over my skin, the soft fabric tickling my nipples that seem to be awfully hard. Traitorous bitches. I don’t dare turn around, because there is a tension filing the room and I’m not sure I want to break it just yet.
“Isla.” Finn’s voice lowers. “I’m sorry.” I let out a shaky breath at his apology. I slowly turn around and I can see it on his face.
“What for?” My eyes narrow at him.
“For Mexico.” A small frown mars his forehead.
“You’re single you can do what you want, Finn. You owe me nothing.”
“Issy.”
I hold my hand up to stop whatever bullshit is going to come out of his mouth.
“Finn, this happened months ago. The fact that you think I am still hung up over something so insignificant as to whatever happened in Mexico, then you need to check your ego.” He folds his arms across his body.
“Issy.”
Ignoring him, I pull back the duvet and jump into bed. His green eyes follow my movements.
“You can let yourself out.” I watch as he stands there in shock not moving. “Are you going to stand there all night?” I fold my arms across my chest. “Because if you are, do something entertaining or get the hell out of my room.” Finn’s green eyes flare at my command.
“What do you want, Is?”
“Strip.” The word comes out of my mouth before my mind has a chance to catch it. Bloody tequila. Finn’s hands slowly unbutton his shirt in front of me, one by one, those green eyes never leaving mine, until his shirt is on the floor. “Your pants as well.” What the hell am I saying? His hands undo the top of his jeans, he then kicks off his shoes and socks. The fact that he is doing everything I say is making me giddy with power. He slowly pulls his jeans down and kicks them to the side. His grey boxer briefs are straining under the weight of him. “Touch yourself.” Finn’s eyes widen but he doesn’t say a word, he pulls his hardening length from his underwear and gives it a couple of pumps. Unconsciously, I lick my lips, his sea green eyes flaring with desire as I wet my lips.
“Moisten those lips up for me, sweetheart, because I’m going to need some help in a moment.” I tilt my head and stare at Finn, maybe it’s the tequila cloud or maybe I’m just horny, but I literally have no filter between my dirty thoughts and reality.
“Come here then…and let me help.” Finn doesn’t hesitate and strides over to where I am sitting in bed. The perfect height to service his dick, he stands before me, ready. I wrap my lips around him and move down him as far as I can, wetting his dick, over and over I travel up and down his length.
“Fuck.” Finn’s eyes close and his head slacks. I give him a couple more sucks and then I stop, my mouth falling from his dick with a pop. His eyes open widely as he stares at me like I have lost my mind, his eyes bouncing from my mouth to his dick, wondering why I had the audacity to stop.
“I think you’re wet enough for your hand.” If Finn’s eyes could pop out of his head, then this was the moment.
“If I’m relegated to hand duty then I need some help.”
“I just gave you some.” A wicked smirk rests on his face. “You helped me get real wet darlin’, but now I need…” His eyes fall to the thin material of my slip which is currently showing my saluting nipples. “I need some visual stimulation.” I blink a couple of times through my alcoholic haze. His hand comes out and pulls back the duvet, a rush of cold air rushes over my heated skin. He moves back to the end of the bed and takes up his previous position, his hand moving slowly along his dick.
“Open those legs for me, sweetheart, I need to see you. I need to remind myself what it’s like to sink deep inside your body. My hand is going to be the poorest substitution to your pussy.” White heat shoots over my body, dirty talking Finn is hot. Damn him. My legs open for him. “Good girl.” Finn licks his lips. “Move that underwear to the side, I need to see her.” I do as I’m told. “Perfect.” He licks his lips. “Dip those fingers between your lips, show me how you like it.” I let my fingers slip through my slit and back again, my clit aching uncontrollably, the friction of my skin is teasing it. “More, show me more. Get those fingers wet.” His hand is moving faster against himself, my fingers dip inside of myself, I can feel myself becoming wetter with each dip. My fingers are soon sliding easily into myself in time with his strokes. “You look so beautiful in this moment.” Our eyes meet, the sexual tension shimmers around us, the sounds of our slickness echoes between us.
“I need you, Finn.” The need swirling around me was too much, it pushed my pride down, deep down, refusing to let it out no matter how much it is pounding to get out.
“Thank fuck.” Finn falls to his knees and wraps my legs around his face as his mouth hits my center.
“Holy shit.” He sucks on my sensitive clit, his heated tongue swirling around my bud, giving me what I need. He doesn’t let up until my thighs are quaking and my body is shaking. Incoherent words fall from my mouth but they are all various version of praise for his expert tongue. I don’t have a moment to gather my thoughts until he is pushing inside of me, stretching me around him. His hips holding me in place, making sure that I take everything that he has for me.
“I’ve missed this.”
“I need more.” I refuse to listen to any tender words. “I need you to fuck me. Hard,” I demand him. I can’t deal with the Finn of the past, I need the rock star, the Dirty Texas Finn, the one he shows everyone else. I know it’s stupid to feel hurt and angry over Mexico but I do, so I need him to show me the asshole I know he is. I don’t want him to treat me differently. He gives me what I need, he isn’t nice, he isn’t tender, he’s demanding, rough and dirty and it is exactly what I need.
We catch our breath for a couple of moments before he slips out of me and disposes of the condom. I push my underwear back into place and pull the covers back over me. I watch as Finn hesitates for a moment at the door, buck naked, something on my face must show him that I’m done. That the normal Finn and Isla cuddle session will not be happening, especially since Oscar could come home any moment from banging one of his groupies. Finn gets dressed.
“So?” he asks awkwardly.
“Oh sorry, I forgot to say thanks.” He frowns at my answer. “And thanks for the lift home.”
“That’s it. That’s all you have to say?” I shrug, there isn’t anything else to say.
193
Finn
I don’t really want to be here. We’ve just arrived in London and spent the day doing interviews, now we’re at some club in the VIP section surrounded by women we don’t know or really want to. Oscar left early; he wanted
to catch up with some friends at The Paradise Club. It’s a high end sex club our friend, Nate, owns. It’s a safe place for celebrities to hook up and not worry about paparazzi seeing them or a gossip columnist writing about their sexual preferences. Oscar and Axel are on the kinkier side of the sex spectrum compared to Evan, Chris and I. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the odd spanking in the bedroom but I don’t think I’m into their level of spankings. I look over and Christian is having the time of his life with two girls. Axel is having an intense conversation with some redhead and Evan couldn’t care less about the hot brunette that is desperately trying to get his attention. Mind you, I haven’t been giving the girl that’s beside me my whole attention either.
I’ve noticed tonight that Evan’s mood has gotten progressively worse as the night continues. He’s been excusing himself every five minutes to the bathroom. I’m starting to wonder if his drug problem is back, because no one needs to go to the bathroom that many times. Axel raises his eyebrows at me when Evan excuses himself yet again twenty minutes later. I’m glad he’s seeing what I am seeing. We watch as he returns and sits back down in the booth, agitated. Axel and I give each other a look. Then we hear a girl squeal and realize where Evan’s attention is. Sienna, Vanessa, Isla and Derrick are all dancing on a table in the VIP area. Maybe dancing is a loose term for it, gyrating is a better one. There is a group of guys surrounding them and salivating over the free show they are getting. What the hell do they think they are doing? Vanessa and Isla don’t normally go this crazy when we are on tour.
