“Yeah?”
“Your friend? Madison? Is she seeing anyone? What’s the deal with her?”
“Oh my God!” I can’t help the laugh that bursts from my throat. “She will chew you up and spit you out, but it will be so much fun to see. Give me your phone.”
He hands it over, which says a lot about how much he trusts me. He knows a lot of people, and that phone would be worth a million dollars if it got into the wrong hands. “There’s her number. Good luck, my friend.”
“Thanks! See you tomorrow. We’ll be driving through the night.”
I watch as he walks to the other bus before I get on ours. Waving a hello to the driver, who knows barely any English, I go back to the bedroom, ready to change out of what have on, which has become sweaty clothes during the night.
As I’m changing, I hear EJ getting on the bus, and smile, ready to talk to him about the amazing show he put on, but as he opens the door to our bedroom, the air in the bus changes. He’s staring at me, standing before him in my bra and panties.
“What?” I finally ask, not able to deal with the intense way he watches me.
He closes the door, locking it, before he advances to where I stand. He walks slowly, deliberately, his green eyes traveling up and down my body, then back again.
“You look like a prize for a show well performed.” His teeth are white against his tanned skin and the muted pink color of his lips.
“You did perform well, and the way you smiled at me every time you came over to my side of the stage.” I fan my hand in front of my face. “It was hot.”
“You were hot, standing there, singing along and dancing around. You don’t even realize how all gazes go to you, no matter where you are. I had a hard time concentrating the last half of the show with a hard dick and a need to go over there and scoop you up, show everybody that you’re mine.”
I love the way he talks to me. The honesty in what he says and the low, almost gravelly tone in which he says it. Everett has one of the sexiest voices I’ve ever heard. Turning to fully face him, I put my hand on my hip, cock my head to the side and curl my finger at him.
“I’m definitely yours, and I happen to love your hard dick. So why don’t you come and take everything you want. Nobody’s stopping you here, Everett, in fact I’m begging you to show you how much you want me.”
“You sure?” he questions. “Sometimes after I come off-stage, it’s intense.”
“With you? The more intense the better.”
Lifting his arms up, he grasps the collar of his shirt, pulling it off his upper body, before throwing his hat and sunglasses down, and toeing off his shoes. As he’s unbuckling his belt with jerking motions, his gaze meets mine.
“If it gets too intense let me know, but just remember, Bri, you wanted it.”
And judging by the look in his eye, I’m gonna get it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bri
I’m rooted to the floor, not sure what to make of the man standing in front of me. Being on stage definitely changed his demeanor somewhat, and I get that. When I come off-stage sometimes I’m wound so tight I’m not sure I’ll ever relax. Even for me, there’s an adrenaline rush I’m unsure will go away. Sometimes I want it to, others I don’t.
When the crowd is really into it and I’m feeling myself, it’s most definitely a turn-on, one others will never be able to understand.
Looks like EJ is dealing with that arousal tonight, and hopefully I’ll be reaping the rewards.
Judging by the bulge behind his zipper, EJ is ready to go. My eyes follow the movements of his hands as he pushes his jeans off his hips, all the way down to the floor. As he steps out of them, I can’t help but look at his tented boxers.
“All that for me?”
What is this voice that just came from me? What was that question? I hardly ever say the things I’m thinking, and that came out easier than it should have.
“Every bit of it.” He hooks his thumbs in his waistband, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to pull it down. It’s a year as I watch the skin slowly reveal to my eyes.
When he exposes himself to me, I feel my nipples tighten against the lace of my bra. The tips of them rub against the scratchy material, sending a ribbon of electricity down to my core. His eyes move to my tits, looking as they harden further.
“You like this.”
It’s not a question, he knows I do.
“So do you.”
My gaze flitters to his mouth, where I watch his tongue run across his lips, before he pulls his bottom one in between his teeth, then closes his eyes slightly on a hiss. Traveling back down his chest and tight abs, I inhale deeply, moaning in the back of my throat as I watch the palm of his hand slide against what I know is the smooth skin of his cock. In response, I lift my hand to my chest, palming my breast, and tugging the lace material down, exposing my flesh to his eyes.
He literally eats me up as he watches me catch the hard nub between forefinger and thumb, tugging and squeezing as I watch his wrist flick against the head of his length, cup it, and then pull back down to the base before sliding up again. I want him, want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my lie. Want him wild, passionate, and as hot for me as I am for him.
“Everett?”
“Hmmm??”
I’m hot, ready for him, and don’t want to wait any longer. “Just fuck me.”
Before the words are out of my mouth, he’s dropped his length and crossed the room, picking me up in his arms. His hands palm my ass, lifting me against him. It’s a few more steps to the bed, where he tosses me, and as he steps back, watching my body with hooded eyes, I put my hands up over my head, pressing against the head board, telling him without words to do whatever he wants with my body.
EJ
She’s spread out before me like the first feast I’m having after a year of not being able to eat. When I take a knee on the mattress, Bri spreads her legs wide to give me some room to work. The way she trusts me, the amount of faith she gives me. It’s more than I ever could have asked for, more than I ever imagined I would have.
Love stories like my parents’ don’t happen every day, but damned if I’m not feeling like I’m in one with my wife. Not that I’ve had the guts to say anything to her, but this woman? She means everything to me.
My gaze is locked on her core, covered by lace that matches her bra. Spreading kisses along her thighs, I move up her body, pulling the other cup of her bra down, exposing her bare skin to my gaze. With my mouth, I bite, lick, suck, pressing against her.
“EJ,” she breathes loudly, wrapping her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass.
“I know, need to get inside you,” I groan as she rubs herself against me.
“Need you inside me,” she echoes.
Looking up, I see her fingers pressing against the wood of the head board. She’s never been like this; at least not that I’ve seen.
And I’ve paid attention.
It turns me on, every single thing she does turns me on. Nosing the material of her bra away, it pops back up, pissing me off. With a strength I didn’t know I had, I fist both sides of the bra, ripping it straight down the middle.
Her eyes widen, a flame of arousal sparking in them. “That’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever done.” She grins, before biting her lip, looking down at me.
Giving her a little softness, I move up her body, kissing her roughly, our tongues tangling, our breath mingling. My fingers dive into her hair, making sure she’s right there with me, no matter which way I go. There’s no escape for either one of us. When I pull away I’m panting. “If this gets too much for you, tell me.”
Her eyes darken and she tilts her head slightly. “This is fine.”
“No, I mean what’s about to happen.”
She wraps her arms around my neck. Those eyes of hers looking up into mine, complete and total confidence in them. Confidence for me, in herself, and about what’s going to happen. “I tr
ust you, if it gets to be too much, I’ll say so.”
Cupping her jaw in the palm of my hand, I brush my lips against hers. For a moment, I hold myself back, but it’s not going to keep for very long. “Be sure that you do.”
Slithering down her body I feel my feet hit the carpet, and I stand up, grasping her ankles, dragging her down to where I am. She squeals, and I can’t help but give her a smile, before I kiss her stomach, and then flip her over, making sure her feet are on the ground.
Her hair is a whirl behind her as I grab hold of the sides of her decimated bra and tie them together, keeping her hands behind her back. I hesitate, the thought of her being my wife is going through my head, should I do this?
“Everett.” Her voice snaps me out of it. “I’m okay with this, please keep going.”
That’s all I need as I grab her thong, wrapping the string around my hand, pulling her body to mine. Taking my other hand, I smear my cock up and down her cleft. Groaning deeply as I feel her wetness coat my skin, I sink into her until my groin touches her ass.
She tilts her head back, breathing heavily and a loud “EJ” escapes her throat. I’m feeling the same way as I rock against her, then grab hold of the decimated bra, holding onto that and the thing string of her thong as I push and pull her body away from me. Thrusting deep, pulling back, over and over again as I pick up speed, moving her along the comforter as my knees hit the edge of the bed.
“Oh my God,” she moans into the bed as I bottom out and go again.
Her knees are slipping, but I let go of her panties and grasp her around the hip, holding her up as I go hard at her from behind. The sound of slapping, wet skin and moans are prevalent as we rock against one another. Sneaking my hand around her body, I rub my finger against her clit, groaning as she tightens around me, screaming her pleasure.
The feeling of her tightening around me, makes me lose it. “Goddammit,” I growl as I finish with a hard shudder, burying my face in her neck.
She falls to the bed, and I come to my senses long enough to untie her arms so that she can turn over. I fall next to her, putting my arms up over my head so I can inhale breath into my lungs.
“I think you killed me.” I look over at her, a sleepy smile on my face.
“Nope, I think you killed me.”
She giggles as she turns over, curling into me, wrapping her arm around my waist. “I need to go clean up,” she whispers.
When she stands I see the evidence my desire on her thighs. We never had a conversation about not using condoms, and that hits me right as this moment. “We never had that conversation.” I gesture to her.
“If I had a problem with it, I’d let you know. That’s something you have to learn about me, Everett. If I have an issue, I’ll let you know.”
“Understood.” I sit up, facing her.
She steps closer to me, putting her index finger under my chin, tilting it up. Her lips brush against mine. “Thanks for the good time, EJ.”
“My pleasure, babe.”
And as I watch her bare back and ass saunter to the bathroom, I lick my lips, falling back on the bed. A smile plays a cross my face. This whole tour with her is about to be the most pleasure I’ve ever had.
Chapter Twenty-Four
EJ
Two Days Later
“Babe, get up!”
Bri’s energetic voice cuts through my peaceful slumber. One of the best I’ve gotten since we’ve been on tour. A part of me wants to push her away and be rude, but she’s not seen that side of me yet. “What?” I growl putting my pillow over my head. It’s early, I can tell by the way the light flows through the bottom of the curtains on the bus. All I want is a few more hours.
“Today is a free day!” She reminds me, as she sits on my back. Her fingers work up my sore muscles, and I do my best not to close my eyes again. “We have stuff planned. We’re in Italy!”
She’s been excited about this stop since we planned the tour, especially since we’ll finally be doing some sight-seeing. I’m just so damn tired. Last night, she’d not even come to bed with me. She’d stayed up and done God knows what. It was the first night since we’ve been on tour we didn’t go to bed together.
“I know,” I answer, trying to get a few more winks in, but knowing I won’t be able to. As much as I’m trying not to let it, her excitement is starting to rub off on me. “And you’re super excited about it. I’m surprised you even slept last night.” I roll over onto my back, dislodging her, making her squeal as she grabs for the covers.
“I basically didn’t,” she confirms, shooting me an irritated look, as she tries to situate herself from where I knocked her off. “C’mon, let’s go!”
Sitting up with a groan, I brush the sleep out of my eyes. We have a totally free day today and we’ve planned to charter a boat off the coast of Italy. We’ll spend the night and then tomorrow afternoon, travel to Florence where we’ll headline the night at a rock festival. Everybody was invited, but the only people who took us up on the offer was RJ, and my parents are meeting us there, too.
“Alright.” I drag myself out of bed, barely living because it’s so fucking early. “You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.” I slap her ass as I make my way through the bus and to the bathroom. “What the fuck time is it, anyway?”
“Eight,” she answers as she passes by me, going to the kitchen area.
Eight? I can’t remember the last time I’ve been up this early on tour when I wasn’t just going to sleep, had an interview, or an appearance to take care of. This shit is stupid. Is this what people do when they get married? Sacrifice sleep to make their wives happy?
I can hear her as I take care of my morning business, making coffee, and I really hope it’s for me. Splashing water on my face and do a quick brush of my teeth, I finish up quickly. When I exit, she’s standing there, a smile on her face, holding my coffee.
“Here you go, let the caffeine flow through you. Let it make you excited to face the day. Maybe it’ll push grouchy aside and let happy see the light of day.”
“I am excited,” I assure her. “I’m just tired.”
“You can sleep on the way there, we have about an hour and a half drive to get down the coast and I can do that, if we need me to.”
There’s a knock at the bus door, and RJ steps on, carrying a bag. “Dude, you’re not ready yet? I share a bathroom with three other guys and I’m ready before you.”
“Why is everybody so happy this morning?” I grumble as I drink my coffee faster.
He glances at me, shaking his head.
“You’re channeling Mom; drink your coffee and get happy.”
I flip him off, but do as he says, closing my eyes and going to a peaceful place while I listen to my wife and my brother talk about what we’re doing for the next day and a half. Eventually, I feel the caffeine hit my system and my mood improve.
“Alright, I’m human.” I hop up from where I’ve been sitting. “What do we need to do?”
“That transformation was scary.” Bri gives me a look. “Are you a pod person?”
“No,” I laugh, reaching over to cup her jaw in my hand. Leaning in, I give her a soft kiss. “Sorry I was cranky.”
“S’okay.” She smiles up at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “Our rental is here, so we can leave any time. I packed us last night, so unless you want to add anything to what I put in your bag, we’re good.”
“Let me just go throw some actual clothes on, and we can get on the road.”
Bri
“You can drive one of these?” EJ asks as he sits next to me in the passenger seat of the Jeep we’ve rented.
His eyes go from the manual stick shift to me, and then back again. There’s a glimmer of disbelief present, and I want nothing more than to both impress him and prove him wrong.
“Yeah.” I put my sunglasses on, adjust my mirrors, and set up the GPS that came with it. “There’s a few things my dad made sure all his kids knew how to do, even if he was shitty at ever
ything else. Change a tire, drive a stick, and be okay to ask for directions if you get lost.”
It was the only thing he was adamant about, and probably some of the only good lessons he ever taught me. Now I’m just glad I don’t have to talk to them.
EJ makes a noise of approval in his throat. “All good skills to have.”
The last thing I do is adjust my seat, before looking at the two of them. “Are you ready? Everybody buckled in?”
“I’m good back here,” RJ answers, and I hear my husband give me an affirmative too.
“Then let’s blow this joint.”
Traffic inside the city of Florence is a bit more congested than I would like for it to be, and I can’t take the time to admire the scenery. But as we get farther away, and make the turn onto the coastal highway, it thins out and we’re able to enjoy the amazing views of the water.
It’s awesome to be driving with the wind blowing through my hair, the sun on my skin. I can’t remember the last time I drove. I’m always being driven places, and I forgot how much I like driving myself. Even if it’s in a different country than I’m used to.
“You know that’s hot as fuck, right?” EJ comments, his voice low.
“What is?” I’m completely lost at what in the world could be doing it for him.
“You driving a stick like that. Handling it with such ease and skill.”
I snort, laughing loudly.
“Dear God, I’m awake back here,” RJ groans, putting his hands over his ears, making noises.
“We’re married, I can flirt.” He turns around to face his younger brother. “Do us all a favor and go to sleep.”
RJ pushes himself in between us, leaning on the console, before he looks first at EJ and then at me.
“Oh hell no, now I’m worried that you’ll have her pull to the side of the road and have a quickie. I can’t trust the two of you together.”
“That’s a great idea, RJ. Just make yourself non-existent.” He winks at me, smiling as RJ starts making noises, slinking to the back seat again.
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