Lyric

by Regina Frame

"Trust me?" I flashed her a smile.

  "I barely know you!"

  "You're not much of a risk taker, are you?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was paying thousands of dollars for a short ride around the track and we were sitting here discussing her trust issues.

  "I took a risk once, it didn't work out so well." She looked down at her hands, where her knuckles had since turned white from her death grip and dropped them to her lap.

  "You know what? Just do it!" she squealed and pinched her eyes shut.

  When the light turned green, I gunned it and heard Peyton shriek from her seat beside me. I couldn't help but smile. I shifted through the gears as we made our way around the track. I snuck a quick glance at Peyton and my heart warmed at the sight. She was smiling ear to ear and enjoying this just as much as I was.

  Finally, the light changed to yellow, then to red, letting me know our time on the track was up. I pulled the car around to the pit stall, so that they could service and gas it up for another time. I slipped out of my harness and made my way around the car, where there was already an attendant from the shop helping Peyton out of hers. It was all I could do not to punch him in the nose, for putting his hands on her. She made her way over to me with a smile the size of Texas, and as bright as the sun.

  She looked up at me through thick lashes and said, "That was amazing! Do you take all new employees on adventures like this? Is this some kind of initiation into the group or something? Am I being hazed?" She laughed and immediately her cheeks turned pink. Damn. I loved it when she blushed like that. She looked so innocent.

  "The hazing comes later, sweet cheeks."

  "This is where you live?" she asked. I rolled to a stop and punched in my security code for the gate to open.

  "Yeah, What did you expect?"

  "Oh, I don't know, maybe something like Marcus Little's small country," she teased.

  I shook my head and frowned. "I don't need that kind of place. I'm thankful for what I've got and the more you get to know me and the band, you'll find that we're all like that in ways. I live comfortably, don't get me wrong, but I believe in giving back and helping others as much as I can. That's where we need your help. Besides, I hear he's over-compensating for something that’s lacking, if you know what I mean." I wiggled my brows at her and laughed.

  "Not from what Jules tells me. That guy's . . ." Her face turned bright red as I waited for the sentence she never finished.

  I shook my head and frowned at her. "Let's just stop right there and pretend this conversation never, almost happened."

  "Agreed," she said, and let out a relieved breath. "Your place is really beautiful. I love the high ceilings and the wall of windows," she mentioned. Peyton made her way over to the glass wall that looked out over the pool area.

  The area that I lived in looked kind of like a resort with one large community pool. We all had private balconies with hot tubs. The best part was, the place had many movie stars, and musicians either living or leasing, so there weren’t usually many people on the grounds, other than the people who kept up the place. I walked up behind her and pressed my front against her back. Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss you, Peyton." I placed my palms against the glass wall, caging her in. She turned in my arms and looked up at me with soft, dove gray eyes.

  "You had your chance last night, but didn't take it." She pressed her warm palm against my chest and pressed, causing me to take a step back. "I seem to remember something about you cooking me dinner and us brainstorming ideas for a fundraiser." She may have shot me down this time, but it wouldn't happen again. I could guarantee that.

  Peyton

  I

  sat on the counter and watched the way his perfectly toned muscles and tight ass moved as he prepared a gourmet meal for us. "Who taught you to cook?" He turned from the stove with a look of admiration on his face.

  "My mom did. She used to work long hours in a medical office and I hated the thought that she had to come home to a teenager who was perfectly capable of helping her out. So, most nights when she got home from work, I'd have dinner ready and my homework finished. We'd talk about our days or watch a movie if she weren’t too tired.

  “But, all that changed my junior year. I met the guys, we formed our "garage band," and we'd practice all the time. All of us went to Jinx's house after school and practice. We started playing birthday parties, even some frat parties, and bachelor parties. Once we were actually old enough to play in bars, we were discovered. I really feel like shit because I haven't called or visited Mom like I should, you ought to go with me to meet her some time. I think she'd really like you."

  I smiled and quickly changed the subject. "Tell me a little about the fundraisers you've done in the past, and then we can discuss what you have in mind for this one." I said, after we finished the delish meal he prepared.

  "Well, over the years we've had sit down formal dinners, where people pay thousands of dollars for plates, and we've also held private concerts. We were thinking about this year, recruiting bands to not only donate to the cause, but also find a large outside venue, where we could set up several stages and have different bands playing at the same time. People could go from stage to stage, and of course, Dirty Affliction would be the closing act, so it could be midnight or later before we go on."

  "Or, your could do a few songs on each stage at any given time to surprise the crowd with the promise of a full show at close," I suggested.

  "I like the way you think. I knew there was more than one reason I chose to talk to you in the hall that night at the venue." He smirked and I could feel my body heat under his smoldering stare.

  "Oh yeah? One of the reasons huh? What's another reason?" I asked, feeling brave.

  "Come here and I'll show you," he whispered. Levi wrapped his fingers in my hair and pulled me in for a kiss. My mouth opened willingly for him, letting him know that I wanted this as much as he did. His soft lips moved over mine and his tongue dipped in, greeting mine in their own dance of seduction. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and pulled him closer, as if I wanted to crawl inside him.

  "Oh baby," he groaned as he fucked me with his mouth.

  My bitch of a conscious reared her ugly head and reminded me that I said I wasn't going to get close to another musician, but Levi Cross was nothing like Teake. My bitch of a conscious could go fuck herself.

  "Peyton," he whispered, cupping my cheek. "Let's get you out of these clothes." A smile tugged at his lips as he took my hand and led me down the hall, into the master bedroom. The room was huge and decorated in a neutral pallet. In the center of the room, sat a king sized sleigh bed with silk bedding.

  "Is this where the hazing begins?" I giggled. Then I felt like slapping myself.

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and looked up with smoldering blue eyes.

  "Didn't I tell you, sweet cheeks? This is the oral part of the interview," he added. I could just make out the devilish grin on his face through the moonlight filtering in through the shades.

  "Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Cross, but I thought I already had the job." I cocked a grin of my own.

  "My bad, I must have failed to mention this part. It's contingent on the number of times I can make you come."

  Holy shit. All I could think about now was how thankful I was that I remembered to shave everything in the shower that morning. His hands moved to the button on my jeans and my body went up in flames, as he fingers whispered across my skin as he pulled my jeans down my thighs. I lifted my legs so that he could remove my jeans. Next, he removed my pink, lace panties and let them pool at my feet. I'd never had to worry about this before—a guy seeing my most, girlie parts. With Teake, we barely removed any clothing in front of each other. When we had sex, the lights were always out, but here there was just enough moonlight lighting the room, you could see everything.

  He leaned forward and ran his nose up my slit, inhaling as he went. I could feel a blush take over my body and a slow pulsing began at m
y core.

  "Baby, you smell so damn good." He walked me backward, until the back of my legs hit the bed, and I landed on my back. Levi gently picked up my left foot, kissed the skin just inside of my ankle; before placing my foot on his shoulder, and then did the same with the other. His tongue snaked around my belly button and made its way down to my slit.

  My body was like a live wire, jumping and jerking with the electricity that moved between the two us. I'd never felt anything like that and he'd barely touched me. His blond head disappeared between my legs and his tongue slipped through my warm wet folds, causing my hips to lift on their own accord, urging him on. I mumbled something incoherent—that even I didn't understand. I knotted my fingers in his hair and thrust my hips in time as his warm wet tongue fucked me into a torturous, blissful state.

  "Levi!" I cried out, as my eyes slammed shut, my body flew apart, and my release poured onto his tongue. He kissed the inside of my thigh slowly, leaving a warm trail of breath behind, and looked up at me with a grin on his face. I sagged into the mattress, completely spent.

  "That's one baby. Get ready for number two." He grinned and kissed his way up my still quivering body. If the second orgasm was better than the first, I might just die from ecstasy overload. I bit down on my lip as he pulled his sweater off and tossed it to the ground. My fingers floated up and down his back, over his chest and the deep grooves of his defined abs, before popping the button on his jeans.

  "Get rid of these," I demanded. I pushed them past his hips. He lifted just enough to slip the denim from his legs, before reaching into the back pocket to retrieve a condom and tossed it on the bed. Commando. He hovered over me, completely naked in all his perfect glory. His hard cock pressed against my thigh. He lifted my sweater over my head and then removed my pink lace bra.

  "Perfect," he commented and breathed, before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. A tingle ran down my spine and a wild pulse began in my clit. It felt as if there was an invisible string that ran directly to my clit, because I climaxed on the spot. I could honestly say that this had never happened to me before. Levi Cross was not only a rock god; he was also a sex god. If I had a crown to place on his head, I would do it now.

  "Oh. My. God!" I panted, as he continued to suck and lick my hardened nipples. "That's never happened to me before!" I gasped for air.

  "I aim to please, Peyton. Ready for number three?" He smirked and reached for the condom lying on the bed beside us. I heard the crinkle of the wrapper and then he was pushing at my entrance. No time for me to recover, but that was okay with me. I let my thighs open farther as he pushed in deep and stilled. That action sent the most exquisite feeling through my still tingling body, but I needed that orgasm and needed it now. I needed him to move damn it!

  "For the love of all that's holy, fuck me already!" I begged. His lips crashed against mine and his fingers dug into my hips, as he thrust into me at a punishing rate. I'm sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but right now, I really didn't care.

  "Yes . . . Fuck . . . Yes!" I chanted, as my body shifted with each violent thrust of his big body. I was in awe of this man. Sex had never felt this good for me. It made me realize, just how lacking Teake was in that department. He was more worried about satisfying himself than any of my needs. Levi was not a selfish lover. I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper into me. Light exploded behind my eyelids and a groan tore from his throat, when we both climaxed and sagged against one another. Nothing could be heard in the room except for our heavy breathing. His head dropped down, he placed a tender kiss on my sweat-slicked shoulder, and I couldn't help the groan that escaped the back of my throat. "Has anyone ever died from orgasm overload?" I asked, between breaths.

  He lifted his head and pinned me with those deep pools of blue.

  "Holy fuck, that was hot," he said. "You okay?" he asked.

  "That's one way to describe it."

  He rolled off me and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back and lay down next to me, pulling me into his side, and burying his nose in my damp hair. I lie there silent for a while, just enjoying the feel of our bodies wrapped around one another. I vaguely remembered him kissing my shoulder, before sleep pulled me in and the darkness of slumber took over.

  Peyton

  The

  next morning , I awoke to an empty bed. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. Even after our marathon of sex and five orgasms, I'm still aching literally, for more of Levi Cross. I arched my back and stretched my arms over the cool expensive sheets that felt so good against my naked skin.

  "Good morning, sleepy head." His voice was still full of sleep. He stepped into the room carrying a tray and sat it on the bed, before he climbed in beside me, where he'd held me just hours before.

  "Wow. You did all of this?" The tray was filled with juice, coffee, fresh fruit, and flaky croissants. Yum. My stomach definitely approved.

  "Well, I had a little help," he admitted. "Sylvia did everything except for the coffee and juice." He looked so proud of himself, while all I could think about was, who in the hell was Sylvia? I replayed our past conversation where he admitted to having, no wife, no girlfriend, no baby momma. I blinked a few times trying to get the sleep from my eyes and asked.

  "Who's Sylvia?" I could practically feel my lip snarl, but I pushed it back down. He laughed, picked up a strawberry from the wooden tray, and held it to my lips.

  "She's my housekeeper. She cleans and stocks the kitchen when she knows I'm going to be in town." He grinned. "All I had to do was make the coffee and pour the juice, and before you ask, no, she's not here. We're all alone." I guessed I could add mind reader to his list of talents, also. "Let's eat. I've got plans for you in the shower and then we have to get to the studio."

  He fed me strawberries and fresh melon. Then, he very sensually licked the juice from my chin and neck. He made me feel cherished and desired. Something, no man had ever made me feel before. By the time we'd finished breakfast, my body was so alive, I almost raced him to the bathroom. Steam billowed from the shower, as we stepped inside the glass enclosure. Levi twisted around, grabbed my hips, hoisting me up around his waist, and pressed me into the cold tile of the shower wall. His eyes were stormy blue, with a look of hunger that spoke volumes of what he had in store for me.

  "Do you like being fucked, Peyton?" He rasped into my ear, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my backside. I'd never really thought about dirty talk during sex, but after last night, I'd come to realize that it was a huge turn on for me.

  "Oh, Levi. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I panted into his neck as he thrust into me so hard; he almost took my breath away. Our grunting and panting mixed like beautiful lyrics to a song, as my back moved against the tiled wall.

  "Good, because I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight, and you'll remember me every time you sit down." Holy shit. He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled just enough to elicit a moan from me. His mouth nipped and kissed every inch from my ear to my shoulder. I threaded my fingers in his hair, needing to see his handsome face. My lips crashed onto his in a feverish, very demanding kiss, causing him to release a moan of his own. His thrusts became urgent and his eyes bore into mine, as we shared something between us. Something, with so much more meaning than anything I'd ever experienced, or even bargained for; and it scared me to death.

  We walked into the recording studio around ten and everyone was there waiting for us. Impatiently, I might add, because they immediately went off on Levi. Luckily, for me, I was new to the group, so I was spared from the nasty insults they threw out.

  "Where the fuck have you been, dude? You're over an hour late! Do you realize the kind of money this is costing us?" Jinx said, standing toe to toe with Levi. Damn. If we'd just skipped the playtime in the shower, we might have made it on time.

  "Look man, we got held up. It won't happen again," Levi told Jinx, trying to calm him down. Levi had told
me that Jinx was the one who had always taken care of things, and that he sometimes found it hard to let go of some of the control. I could definitely see him as a control freak. I hoped this didn't turn out bad for me. I really needed this job.

  "Couldn't get it up?" Chance joked, from where he sat with his guitar cradled in his lap.

  "That's not what I said! You dick-wad." Levi's face was quickly turning red.

  "So, let me get this straight then, you got it up and that's what held you up?" He strummed his guitar and arched his brow with the piercing in it. Honor snorted, looked down at a notebook, and began thumbing through the pages.

  "Where's Linc?" Levi looked around the room and questioned the bass player’s absence.

  "Honesty's sick and he's taking her to the doctor. We'll be fine without him today.” Jinx explained the absence, before turning his attention to where I was standing quietly, trying to blend into the ugly carpet.

  "There's a spare office for you to work in while we're in the studio. It's the second door on the left. You'll find everything you need, and if you have any questions, just let me know."

  He started to turn away, but then stopped. "Give us about three hours and then order some lunch; have it delivered under your name. That way, the press won't catch wind of who's recording. We don't need the pap's hanging around out front.”

  I nodded quickly and took off toward my assigned office. It was small, but it had a desk, a laptop computer, a phone, and even an old desk chair. I pulled out the folder that Jinx had given me the night before. The folder contained the passwords to all of their social media pages. I remembered Honesty telling me that Chance was the one that needed to be monitored most, so I logged in and pulled up his page, first.

  I scrolled through selfies, pics of groupies, groupie’s boobs, even pics that he'd taken from the stage during their performance. I kept scrolling and scrolling, before it hit me. A selfie of Chance standing in front of a full-length mirror, completely naked! Yep, there he was, in his inked-up birthday suit, naked as the day he was born.