TAT Box Set

by Emjay Soren

  I couldn’t get her question from my mind though. Had it been Chad and I in this situation, would I truly be able to let him go…would I be able to forgive him? Fuck me, but I didn’t ever want to know. All the talk of tours and cheating had only raised my insecurities and managed to make me even more self-conscious.

  I believed Chad when he spoke about loving me silently for so long, but like Noah, his heart was with me, yet he was sleeping his way through Washington’s supply of easy women. I had even found it sweet in my own fucked up way that he had been with women thinking of me and wishing for me. Looking at it from this new angle had me feeling less than because of it.

  I felt arms encircle my waist and smelled his cologne Aqua de Gio mixed with the Rockstar wearing it and my stomach fluttered into knots. His effect on me was almost deafening the way he became my focus. “What ya doin’ baby?” He asked me, his voice a soft whisper compared to the sound of the bay.

  I placed my hands over his arms and leaned back against his chest feeling small in the best way. I leaned my head to the side, a silent offer of my neck. His lips were on me almost instantly and I loved how well Chad could read me. I groaned as his lips scorched a pattern to just below my ear. I couldn’t contain the groan of pleasure as I shivered loving how he affected me. “I just got off the phone with Candy.”

  “Mmm-hmmm.” He hummed, his lips and teeth trailing against my collar bone. I was calculating my steps from where I stood on the bay to how fast I could get him to the bed in the boathouse when I felt his hand slip below the hem of my shirt, his palm flat against the expanse of my tummy.

  “I think I convinced her to come by… oh God, Chad” I gasped as he licked a trail down the center of the back of my neck, the wetness of his tongue and the heat of his breath had me shifting my thighs for friction.

  “That’s good baby. It’s not a real party without Candy here.” He was full of shit though, his voice said it all with every word. His focus was on me and me alone, he could care less in that moment if Candy came or not.

  His fingers continued to graze the band of my jeans, his fingers dipping below the denim and sliding from side to side. He was beneath my jeans sure, but he was too far from where I really wanted him. “Chad…”

  “Tell me baby.” He spoke directly in my ear, his fingers lazily stroking back and forth.

  “I want you.” I said it. I came right out and told him what I wanted knowing he would deliver to me anything I asked.

  “You can have me baby.” He whispered and I almost came from the feel of him everywhere and nowhere at once. He slipped his hand from my jeans and yanked gently on my arm spinning me, so we were now chest to chest. His arms were around me, his hands resting low on my back above my ass. I had no choice but to look at his face or his chest and I chose the better of the two.

  The minute our eyes met I could see the same untamed lust in his eyes as what I was feeling in my body. He was so effortlessly sexy it was unfair how effortless it was. His charisma did all the work for him. It wasn’t just his looks, though they only helped in the devastation. It was all charisma and swagger with him. He had two sides, both equally perfect and devastating. When he was with me, he was gentle and kind but managed to be forward and commanding all the same. He was honest and passionate and full of love unlike any man I knew. That was Chad the man I loved, Chad my everyday tattooed, pierced sexy boyfriend. In bed though, in bed I had Chad Blake, lead singer of TAT and he knew what he was doing.

  Right now, I had his eyes on me, for me and I wanted nothing more than to see myself through his eyes. “Chad?”

  “Yeah baby?” His voice was still that soft raspy whisper and it made my toes curl and my spine tingle. It was his sex voice, laced in promises to come.

  “Why me?” My voice was just above a whisper and I couldn’t look at him when I asked. I needed to know the answer to that loaded question as much as I needed him inside of me. I wasn’t as commanding as him, I didn’t steal the spotlight or command a room full of strangers. I was easily the most confused woman in the world when it came to appearance. I would never be able to pull off a fangirls level of sexy. I didn’t know what it was about me that made him see me or want me and I needed to know why me before he left me to eight days of temptation.

  “Why you? Elaborate baby.” His hands were still on me, but they had lost the path for their intent and I felt cold without his hands stroking me.

  “Why me over all the others? What makes you want me and love me so much when you have your pick of beautiful perfect women?” I bite my lip and look down tempted to leave the safety and warmth of his arms. I try and step back, but his arms are like iron casings locking me to him.

  “I’ll answer that when you tell me why you’re asking.” His sex voice was gone as he spoke, his eyes frozen on mine.

  I try again to step back and this time he lets me. I fall to the sand at my feet and curl my knees against my chest and look out over the bay again. I can hear the music and the laughter coming from inside the house and I feel like a dick for bringing this up now when we were supposed to be celebrating. “Is it because of the tour?” He asks when he sits down beside me and pulls me against his shoulder. His feet are stretched out and he leans back on his hands, looking casual and effortlessly perfect once again. The man exudes sex even when doing the most mundane things, like sitting on the beach.

  “Yes, but it’s not that big of deal.” I lied.

  “Liar,” he whispered as he kissed the cap of my shoulder before whispering against my ear. “A filthy mouth will only get you in trouble later.”

  I gasp at the feel of him so close, threatening me with sexual banter. I adore him. He laughs at my reaction to him and tugs me by the arm until I am sitting over him, my thighs spread to straddle him. He pulls me in for a gentle kiss on my lips. “That’s one of the reasons I love you Carrie. You react to everything I say or do, even if it’s bad or we’re fighting. I can always see how you feel for me just by watching you.”

  I love hearing him describe me and my reactions, and duh, I’m a girl who loves some compliments, fishing or otherwise. His response however wasn’t what I meant.

  “I love when you say stuff like that babe, but I meant what was it about me that made me your exception to the rule, your game changer.”

  Chad seemed to ponder my question and I loved him for taking me seriously right now. “I think it wasn’t just one thing baby. I always knew you were beautiful but when we met, I was eighteen and you were fourteen and as much as I liked to look at you I wasn’t about to go there. Throughout the years I was always Chad to you, not anything other than that.” He looked at me his eyes sincere and his voice steady. He took my hand in his and kissed our entwined fingers. “I guess the change came a few years back. It was like an alarm went off when Noah said he couldn’t practice because you were turning eighteen and tradition calls for a night of bad music and junk food.” He smiled at me and I knew he was anxious to be part of my bad music birthday celebration this year. I was happy they would be back the night before I turned twenty-one.

  “All I heard was him saying you were eighteen and everything else faded away. I came by that night remember?” He asked with a shy smile on his perfect face.

  I did remember, he showed up and me and Noah had been listening to all my favorite music and eating white cheddar popcorn and singing and playing along with the music. Chad had shown up with more junk food and a few beers. Noah made sure to shut off the music and headed to the kitchen to put the beers in the fridge and Chad had walked to me and gave me a hug. “Happy birthday Carrie girl.” He said against my ear and I shivered. It was then my crush on Chad Blake formed into something beyond him being attractive. He handed me a small box and told me to open it later when Noah wasn’t around. I had asked why it mattered.

  “Because Noah is pretty much a psycho and I don’t need to catch shit for bringing our girl a present on her birthday.” I had cringed when he said, ‘our girl’.

  “I sw
ore you had put me in the friend zone when you referred to me as ‘our girl’.” I said with a chuckle and leaned forward to kiss his lips. “I still have the bracelet. I wear it all the time when I’m at school. I never showed it to Noah.”

  The bracelet was white gold and linked by loops of chain. There was a guitar charm that was small and delicate, and it hung from just by the clasp. I loved that fucking bracelet. It was in my list of things to grab in case of a fire I loved it that much.

  “I haven’t seen you wear it.” He spoke against my lips and I couldn’t help but open my mouth to his, desperate to taste him.

  “I only wear it at school. It’s my thing I guess, my way of always hanging on to you when you weren’t around through the year.”

  “Well now Carrie Beckett, did you have a crush on me too?” He was joking around I knew, but I could hear his need for the truth in there.

  “Oh yeah, a big one.” I whisper and burry my head against the crook of his shoulder not wanting to look at him.

  He stroked his hands down my back, “That’s another reason you are more than any other. I love that you would think of me and wear my bracelet wishing I were with you. All the women I have been with were always forward and demanding. They never played hard to get or made it about more than a title or status. I hated being used baby. You want me for me and nothing more. I don’t think you would give a rats ass if I worked at McDonalds drive thru as long as I came home to you every night.”

  “God Chad…” I sighed and pull him as tight to me as I can and twine my fingers into his hair. “You’re so much more than you can ever see babe.” I lean in and kiss him slow and sweet trying to show him how tender he is to me. I feel like the connection we have and the passion and honesty, it’s delicate and can be easily destroyed if we aren’t careful.

  “I freaked out when you guys said you were heading out to tour. I hate knowing the temptation will be triple what it is now and that I will be too far away to keep you warm at night.”

  Chad groans and lies back on the sand pulling me down with him. He catches my face in his hands and holds me still so that I look at him. “Carrie, I don’t know what’s gonna happen with this tour but I need you to know something baby. Every lonely night, every song on stage, every fangirl, and every mile we drive, it is all part of the bigger plan to get me back to you. I don’t want a fangirl baby; I have perfection in bed with me at night and the greatest little body I have ever been in at my disposal anytime I want it. I went longer than eight days just waiting to make my move on you. Eight days of work and focus to drive us to gaining more recognition and maybe some fame.”

  He leans up and kisses me hard and fast before he continues. “Whatever happens though baby, it’s you I come home to. You’re my Dorothy Carrie.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chad

  “K, hold still and I’ll take the blindfold off.” I tell Carrie as we stand on the porch to Shames dad’s cabin on Lake Sammamish. I watched her as she took it all in. I had candles everywhere, a fire going and roses everywhere, in every color. I step behind her and hold her to me. “I never thought to buy you roses, they’re every girls favorite.”

  She giggles and turns in my arms. “Not mine though, but they are so beautiful.”

  I groan and lean in to kiss her sweetly. “I should have known. Roses are basic and you are unique.”

  “I love the roses though and I will take every single one with me when we leave.” I laugh and kiss her, no rush I just let it go on until we break for air. I entwine our fingers and pull her with me inside.

  “Hungry?”

  “Starved.” She says and unties the flannel shirt from her waist and puts it on.

  I reach into the fridge and grab two beers and the tray of steaks I had marinated. I hand her a beer and head back out to start the barbeque. She leans against the door frame watching me as she drinks her beer.

  “What?” I ask and drink from my own beer.

  “I like this version of you.”

  I laugh and scoop my hair back from my face. “What version is that? Beer and barbeque?”

  She kicks off the frame and walks to me. “I dunno, domesticated.”

  “Husband material, right?”

  She laughs and steps in close to kiss me. “Total husband material.”

  “I have goals, babe.”

  “I love you.” She says it so sweet and I love the way it sounds on her lips.

  “Come here.” I quirk my finger until she is in my arms. “I love you too.”

  We eat and drink a few more beers and nothing special transpired, we just spent time together and it was needed. I want to ease her fears about the tour. I want her to see how easy it is to just, be.

  “You gonna miss me?” She asks, a little buzzed and her glossy eyes dance as she asks me. I grab her by the hand and pull her on top of me.

  “Yep. Need to get my fill of you tonight.” I cup her neck and pull her to my mouth, our tongues dance as she makes these little moans telling me she wants more. She scoots closer until she is on my lap, legs spread over me. “Want my dick, baby?”

  She nods and licks at my bottom lip. I skim my hands under her shirt and slip it off, making quick work of her bra too. “You need to strip.” She tells me and I laugh at her little demand.

  “Want me naked? Then get to work.” I lean back on the couch, arms behind my head as I watch her. She stands taking my shirt up with her and she tosses it aside.

  Then she falls to her knees, her hands on my buckle. She says nothing while she undoes my belt and jeans, slipping her hands to the back and pulling them down just a little. She frees my cock and her fist around me send shocks up my spine.

  She says nothing when she scoops her head to the side and opens her mouth over me. “Ha, fuck yes.” I call out, fisting her hair in my fist as she takes all of me to the back of her throat.

  “Yeah Carrie, take it all baby… fuck.” I shift my hips up, unable to control it and fuck into her mouth.

  Stroke after stroke she sucks me as I wipe the tears from her eyes, watering from the overwhelming length of it. “Fuck, I love blow job tears, baby.” I shift again using my hand to guide her as I grit my teeth. “Shit, fuck…stop.”

  I pull her back, her eyes wet and smeared a little with her mascara, her mouth cherry red and it flips a switch in me. I stand up and drop my pants then work hers down her legs until her bare pussy is free and in my face. I sit on the couch, pulling her to stand on the couch over me as I eat her out.

  “oh, Chad.” She bends her knees and rests them against my shoulders. I slip two fingers between her legs and up into her pussy, thrusting as I lick her clit fast and hard.

  She twists both hands in my hair as I work her fast to climax. “Come on my face baby, drench my face and fingers.” She grinds against me as I move faster with my fingers until I feel her start to contract around them.

  I pull back and lift her thighs.

  “Fuck!” She cries out of frustration, but I palm my cock and bring her down on me and guide my dick into her.

  “Ride me, beautiful.”

  She rocks her hips hard against me, grinding and coming as she does. “Fuck yeah babe.”

  She can’t speak, just making sounds that drive me on, each cry as she fucks me. I watch her shake as she rides her release out, crying out digging her nails into my shoulders. I watch her go off, turning me on more as she comes on me. “Yeah, Carrie. Own that dick babe. It’s all yours baby, fuck it.”

  She leans in closer to me, her tits bouncing as she keeps going. “I love this, ugh so good Chad.”

  “I know babe. I get in deeper this way.” I hold her hips and direct her as she rides me, my hips thrusting as she comes down so I get that spot inside that has her soaking me with her second orgasm and she is screaming with her nails in my back.

  “Fuck yeah,” I grit. “Go buck wild, Carrie.”

  I realize that I don’t have a condom on and know I'm in dangerous territory. I try to think of
anything to slow my roll, but nothing helps. She feels too fucking good. Thanks, fuck she slowed down having come her brains out so I kiss her, hard all tongue and teeth as I climb higher and higher.

  I roll to get her on her back with her legs facing me off the couch and fucking piston into her. “I'm coming baby.” I shout and pull out and explode on her belly and the top of her pussy until I am empty. I fall back on the floor, my breath sawing out of me. Carrie comes to me immediately, using her flannel to wipe my come off her.

  Once cleans she curls into my side, lights out we sleep naked and tangled together on the floor.

  Carrie

  Chad and Noah left to meet the rest of the band and Sinners of the Slipstream in Pendleton Oregon at five in the morning. The first show was in Pendleton tonight and then off to the Tri-Cities and the Spokane, Bellingham, Seattle and ending in Tacoma. Sinners were doing four statewide tours on their main tour, choosing big bands in the state to open for them. This was the big break that TAT needed, the PR from the tour alone would be worth it.

  Chad and I had stayed up the night before he left and cuddled on the sandy beach of the bay. The morning came though, just as it does every day and I hid my tears from Chad as we drove toward Pendleton together. He was leaving me his enormous truck while he was gone, and I was terrified to drive it alone.

  By the time we reached the hotel where the Sinners were staying having arrived two nights before, I was a complete wreck my mind racing in every cheating, sexual nightmare it could conjure.

  “You ready baby?” Chad asked his voice still laced with exhaustion from the long night.

  “No but you have to do this so let’s go send you off to stardom.” I knew the smile I gave didn’t touch my face, but I didn’t stay in the cab of the truck long enough for Chad to respond.

  I met him around the back of the truck where he grabbed his duffle bag and dropped it at his feet. The Sinners tour bus was parked a few hundred feet away in the lot from where they stood. Roadies were running around like crazy trying to make sure all the guys stuff was loaded. Chad and the rest of TAT were riding in the bus with Sinners of the Slipstream and I couldn’t help but cringe at the soon to come tour bus sexual antics.