Whisky Moments

by Bowie, Emily

  “Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to have to find a hotel room.” He’s still taking me in, maybe finally seeing the real me.

  Or maybe it’s me who’s seeing him in a different light for the first time. Either way, I wish he would get that hotel room.

  The roar of engines rumbles its way through the doors and finally pulls Rhett’s attention away from me. In walks about fifteen tough-looking men all are wearing some type of matching vests.

  CHAPTER 25

  I know I could pull Camilla out of here this instant and have my way with her. If she was any other person, I would have already fucked her in the basement bathrooms.

  My cock is strangling itself in my pants, and all I do is keep staring at her like a whipped pussy. The vibrations of bikes bring my attention away from her to give myself reprieve of what I want to do.

  The rowdy bikers walk in shouting and hollering in the almost vacant pub, not giving a damn as I watch a few spit their chewing tobacco out onto the floor.

  Nelly’s never had a crowd like this before. There used to be an old biker hangout just on the outskirts of town, but it closed down a while ago.

  Before I realize what I’m doing, I have sought Camilla out so that my hand rests on her side, my thumb stroking up and down, loving how soft she is. It could be I wanted her to feel safe… or I needed a better reason to touch her.

  The bikers keep moving in our direction, their sound overpowering the intimate bubble the two of us created. I take her by surprise and kiss her. Not for them, not for anything other reason than I want to. I kiss her like she is the first woman I’ve wanted to keep. I pour myself into it.

  “Lookie here, boys. Looks like he wants to share.”

  I can hear the deep chuckles from behind us as I unwillingly pull away. Looking around, I see tattooed, rough-looking bikers.

  “I’m not the sharing type,” I tell them, trying to move Camilla out of the way.

  A hard hand pulls at my shoulder. “Good thing it’s not up to you.”

  I want to take a swing, but looking around us, I’m outnumbered about fifteen to one. Glancing to the bar, I can see Becca looking anxious, not knowing what to make of this.

  “What’s your name, handsome?” Camilla breaks through the tension, smiling sweetly. It takes everything in me not to react, and I still can’t help but dig my fingers into her side, making sure she stays put. I shouldn’t be jealous of this guy, but I am.

  He looks to me all smug, and I want to punch that grin off his face.

  “It’s anything you want it to be, doll,” he replies with his cocky attitude, like he knows he’s going to get her tonight. A fact he’s dead wrong about. The only person she’s leaving here with tonight is me. Even if I have to be in a body bag.

  I brought her here to protect her, not for her to bang the first bad boy who pulls up and wants his cock wet. She’s worth more than that.

  She smiles, looking amused. Her whole act is starting to get on my nerves. I try to tug at her to signal we should go, but she stays rooted in place.

  “How about I send all you men to my next concert for free?” her voice purrs with sexuality—a tone I’ve yet to experience—and winks, making me livid.

  The big dude nods at me like I should scram, when I step closer to her, making my intentions known. I’m not leaving.

  “Concert, huh?” He looks closer at the two of us before his eyes widen.

  “You’re Camilla fucking Black,” he realizes, catching everyone’s attention now.

  “Is that a yes?” she questions, smiling like they’re her biggest fans.

  He looks around as a few of them nod. “We’re just going to step out, and I’ll get those tickets to you.”

  She begins walking out, and they part ways, closing in after and bumping shoulders with me as I follow her.

  Walking out the doors, I’m about to say something I’ll probably regret, when she turns on her heels, placing her finger up to my mouth and silencing me.

  “You’re welcome. I just got us out of there without a confrontation,” she boasts, looking mighty happy with herself.

  Arching an eyebrow, I look her over, impressed she’s getting under my skin so much. No woman has ever had the power to do that. I was ready to fight fifteen bikers for her, a task I would have normally never done.

  “You think you’re so smart, huh?” I ask, not expecting an answer, while I circle her as if she’s my prey.

  “What can I say? I’m the muscle behind our duo,” she taunts, needling me for a reaction. She begins to sway her hips as she hums the song I stole from her.

  Stepping into her, I try to take the upper hand when she goes onto her tiptoes and kisses me. She opens her mouth against mine and I’m lost. Our lips move in sync, adjusting to each other like we’ve been doing this our whole lives.

  She presses her tits against me, making me growl from the back of my throat. I want nothing more than to finally touch them. I can feel my walls tumbling down brick by brick. All my thoughts are gone other than what I want to do to her and her body. Nothing matters to me at this moment besides me being with her.

  Breaking away, my voice is gruff and low as I murmur into her ear, “If you don’t want this, you need to walk into that bar right now.” I say it slow, needing to her understand I have no more control. I want us. I want her.

  Instead of answering, she leans into my neck. I can feel her breath fanning across my skin before she nips at my earlobe, giving me another taunt.

  As I pick her up, she immediately wraps her legs around my hips as I walk us the short distance to the truck. Trying not to take her in this parking lot, I dump her into the passenger seat and slam the door shut.

  She gives me this sultry smile through the windshield as I go to my side.

  “Why, Rhett Steele, I don’t know what’s come over you.” Her delicate fingers run up and down my arm before using those fingers to twirl her dark hair.

  Shoving my truck into drive, my engine revs and the tires spin on the pavement. I need to get the hell back to my sister’s house and pray that everyone is gone.

  She turns so that she is looking directly at me and leans closer. Her slow caresses go from my arm toward my torso to my jean-clad leg. I can barely feel her touch on my skin, but it’s enough to make my cock harder than it’s ever been for anyone in my life.

  Glancing her way, I can see it in her eyes that she knows what she’s doing. She’s a little vixen coming after me.

  Playing her game, I respond, “Why, Camilla Black, I think you know precisely what’s come over me.”

  When I can’t feel her touch, I look over to her again to see she has slowly unzipped the partial zipper on her shirt, lowering it so that her cleavage is very much in view. Her tits sit high and round, and I make a mental note to spend some extra time there later.

  “You know what’s overrated?” she questions, her gaze never leaving my face. “Panties.” Lifting her hip, she shows her side. “See? No line,” she prompts, and I swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth.

  “You keep talking like that and I’m going to make you beg for my cock before you come,” I sternly advise her.

  The way her face lights up with a sweet smile lets me know that’s what she wants. She wants this as much as I do.

  Shay’s house better be empty when we get there, because I will be taking Camilla soon. I don’t have the patience to wait for a free moment. In a family as large as mine, you make your own opportunities; otherwise, you’ll miss your life as it passes you by.

  She laughs, carefree, rolling down the window to let the air glide through her long locks.

  I can’t help but think of the media portraying this woman as anything but wonderful. Since the moment I fully entered her life, she has been nothing but kind to me. Even in her “I hate you” moments, she still wears her heart on her sleeve, always being as generous as I deserve.

  I wish I regretted stealing her song, but I have a feeling if I never had, we woul
dn’t have crossed paths like this. To let a woman like her get away should be a crime. She is perfect in every sense.

  Not that I would fully come out and tell her that. There’s something about leaving things up to the imagination.

  CHAPTER 26

  Pretending to be put out by Rhett carrying me into the house, I kick my feet while wiggling in his arms just to feel him under me. I try to hide that I love every second of it. If I had known talking sweetly to a stranger would have gotten this type of reaction out of him, I would have done it sooner.

  Rhett calls out to see if anyone is home as he practically runs to our bedroom. With no one answering, he kicks our door closed as he tosses me onto the bed.

  “Strip. Slowly.” He licks his lips as I stand up.

  First, I toss my shirt to the ground before I wriggle out of my tight pants, leaving me in a lacy teal bra and matching underwear.

  I purposely picked them, because they were the ones on top of what he packed for me. I thought I’d toss him a bone and wear them, since I figured he already imagined me in them.

  “I didn’t put you as a woman who teases.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, looking at the panties I told him I wasn’t wearing.

  “I’m betting you have no imagination, and this right here—” I gesture to my body with my hand. “—is far better than what you probably thought about when you fucked your hand to me.”

  My fingers loop into my panties, lowering them, but not enough to show anything. As the media has said, I prefer to play with my meals before I eat them.

  “There is only one way to test that theory.” He still looks like his cocky self, all self-assured. It’s hot as fuck. “Get on your knees and crawl toward me,” he tests me, seeing how far I will go for this.

  Without a word, I kneel, his dominance turning me on more than ever. I make sure my hips sway, with my ass high in the air. I have always been confident in my body, but with how he’s looking at me, it’s hard not to feel hot as fuck.

  I watch as he goes to sit on the bed as I continue to crawl to his side. Sitting back up on my knees, my hands rest on his thighs, his hand sliding down my skin before caressing my panties, dipping near where I want him to be.

  He tsks at me, placing two fingers into my mouth.

  “Suck,” he demands, his fingers moving back and forth as I imagine his cock would. The act itself turns me on, wishing it was his dick in my mouth.

  His free hand pushes down my bra cups. Making the top half of my breasts and nipples point out for him to look at. They ache for him to touch, and I arch my back, hoping he will do just that.

  “Always so greedy,” he states in a low tone I can feel throughout my body before his fingers pinch at my peaked nipples.

  His touch feels amazing. My hips move to the rhythm his fingers have set in my mouth as I wish for more.

  “All you need to do is ask, Camilla,” he tells me, reading my thoughts.

  “Touch me through my panties,” I needily say, when I get a moment of reprieve.

  His wet fingers take their time touching my nipples, making me imagine what his mouth must be capable of. Slowly driving me crazy, his touch descends to my already wet panties. There is no hiding he’s turning me on.

  Before he makes me ask, he moves the material away from my pussy and plunges his fingers into me. Closing my eyes, I moan at the contact.

  “Open your eyes.” His deep voice is low and seductive. “There will be no forgetting it’s me who’s making you come.”

  His fingers move in and out while his thumb circles my sensitive nub. I can feel my orgasm building, but I don’t want to come yet. I want to draw it out.

  My hands go to his belt buckle, trying to unfasten it, when his fingers latch onto my wrists, making me whimper at the sudden loss of him.

  He shakes his head. “Not yet.”

  “Can you please touch me again?” He maneuvers his hand so that my wrists are captured by one of his while his other hand goes back to touching me.

  Bringing his lips to my hands, he kisses my knuckles. “Stand.”

  I stand from my kneeling position, and he signals for me to step toward him with the curve of his finger.

  Playing his game, I move forward.

  “Where would you like me to touch you?” he asks.

  I swear I could put my finger there right now and I’d see stars.

  “Here.” I point to the wet spot on my panties.

  Suddenly, I’m being lifted into the air as he lies back on the bed, and before I can let out a squeal, I’m placed on top of him, my knees on either side of his face. His head lifts as he moves my panties out of the way, and I can feel the velvet touch of his tongue lightly stroke me. Arching my hips, I try to help him go deeper to find my clit.

  I’m tugged closer to him, his hands digging into my bottom as he begins to feast on me. Between the tongue lashing and the gentle sucking assault on my clit, I can hardly stay up. I’m so close. I’ve felt this way since I walked toward him. Each time, it’s never enough to make me fall over the edge.

  “Rhett,” I pant, chasing what I desire the most.

  “Yes, Camilla?” The smugness of his voice has me refusing to beg. Rhett Steele will never get that from me.

  Taking matters into my own hands, my fingers dig into his hair, pulling him closer as I start to fuck his face. I can still feel the smile there as I finally combust and bend over, needing to brace myself on the headboard.

  Rhett is still handing out his lashes as I ride the wave of bliss until the sensation is too much.

  “Rhett.”

  He keeps going. I know what he’s doing. I refused to beg earlier, so now he’s going to make me plead for him to stop. Clever fucker.

  “Stop, I can’t take it.” I heave out of breath.

  Lash after lash, he flicks my oversensitive bud. I take a deep breath in and let a deep breath out till I can’t take it anymore.

  “Please, Rhett. Stop.” As fate would have it, as soon as he stops, that feeling of wanting more comes back, leaving me not a hundred percent satisfied.

  I watch as he looks impressed with himself as he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.

  He stands us up, giving me a wet kiss. His hands roam over my body, creating an inferno of need once again.

  As I go to undo his belt buckle, he stops my hands again with another tsk.

  “I don’t believe you’ve begged for my cock yet.”

  I stare at him in disbelief before he strolls out of the room, leaving me there confused and then angry. That was going to be my move and he stole it from me, like everything else he does.

  *

  Closing the door behind me, all my conflicting feelings swirl around, contradicting each other. Camilla was to be an end to a means, but the more I get to know her, the more I like her. My feelings war as the two sides tear me apart. I have to be the biggest pussy for not fucking her. But I can’t when I know this started off as Dick’s idea. It wouldn’t be the right thing to do. My balls throb, yelling at me for choosing right now to evaluate my feelings.

  This is the right thing to do. I’m trying to respect her, because she means something to me. Looking behind me, she doesn’t chase, not that I expect that from her. Maybe I’m thinking too much into this. She knows we’re not really dating. A real orgasm in a fake relationship could do us both wonders. After all, our feelings seem to be mutual.

  Reaching the bottom of the stairs of Shay’s house, I run into my sister. “Having fun up there?” She smirks all-knowingly.

  I can’t help but be caught off guard, thinking no one was home.

  Trying to play it off, I shrug. “I enjoyed myself.”

  “You like her, don’t you?” she questions. She has always been perceptive.

  “I wouldn’t have brought her home if I didn’t.” I come back without even thinking of my answer.

  “She know about Sloan’s birthday party this weekend?” she asks, annoying me. We came here for Camilla to relax and recoup
from whatever is happening in her life right now, not to worry about my sister-in-law’s birthday. I decide I don’t want to fight with anyone, so I leave before I’m forced to tell my sister to leave Camilla alone and let her be.

  Leaving the house, I hop into my dad’s truck I borrowed and sit there not knowing where to go. I don’t have any ties here other than my family. Picking up my phone, I dial Dick.

  “Rhett, how’s it going?” He leaves no room for me to answer as he keeps talking a mile a minute. “You sure looked great wheeling Camilla out in those photos. The ever-doting boyfriend. Your fans are eating it up like crazy.” He laughs, sounding ecstatic about the news. Starting the truck, I back out onto the road, needing to drive. I should probably take the truck for a wash too; my dad will complain if I give him it back is the same shape he gave it to me.

  “I guarantee you won’t have to do this for much longer. Your ratings are skyrocketing. Soon, you will be able to go back to your old ways of having a new beauty in your arms each night,” my manager continues while I feel myself visibly cringe when he speaks of me going back to my old ways.

  “Listen, Dick, I need you to do me a favor,” I interrupt, not wanting to hear anything more he has to say. “When I get that track back I recorded before we left, make sure no one listens to it.”

  “That’s the one you wanted to be dropped on iTunes as soon as possible, right?” he questions slowly.

  Not wanting to give him any insight into how I’m feeling, I reply, “Something wasn’t sitting right. I think if I switch up a few things, it can sound better. With everything happening, I want my first song to be perfect.”

  Nothing about this phone call is making me feel any better like I hoped. At least I can go on knowing that Camilla will never know I snooped through her things then recorded her song. It’s the least I can do after all I’ve been putting her through.

  “That’s my boy!” Dick exclaims. “You keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll chat later.”