by K. Webster
My breath hitches when he passes over one of my breasts. It isn’t sexual, and he quickly moves along to my belly. I’m feeling pretty lightheaded by the time he finishes and dare a peek at him. He’s staring intently at me—brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. When I give him a small smile, relief floods his features, which makes me feel awful. I know I’m the cause of his worry.
“What happened, angel?” He slides a finger under my chin and tilts it up so he can see my face better.
For a brief moment, I consider telling him. His face is so concerned that it makes my heart physically hurt—as if it isn’t already hurting enough.
“I talked to…” I trail off and bite my lip.
His expectant look quickens my heart. Instead of finishing my sentence, I shake my head. Anger flashes in his eyes, and I expect him to leave me, but instead, he grabs my hips and nudges me under the spray. Quietly and clearly deep in thought, he lathers up my hair and continues to bathe me. Once my hair is thoroughly rinsed of the suds, he cups my cheek with one hand as he searches my eyes for answers.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, Ryan. It’s killing me because I can see that, whatever it is, it’s fucking killing you too. If we have any hope of becoming something real, you’re going to have to trust me, angel. Trust me. I promise, whatever it is, life will go on. We’ll figure it out together.”
I bring my palm up to his chest and close my eyes. His heart is pounding strong and sure—much like the man before me. I feel him press his lips to my forehead and then pull away. Large, powerful hands grip my hips and turn me toward the wall. I shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. With one hand, he sweeps my wet hair over my shoulder, and I wince from knowing what he’s about to see.
“J?” he growls.
My tattoo is simple. It’s just the letter in black. But its meaning is so important.
“Yes.”
He doesn’t ask any more about it and softly kisses the marking. Tears well in my eyes and I have to put my hands on the cold tile wall to steady myself. His hands slide around to my front and he cups each breast with them. I can feel his huge cock digging into my lower back, and it only serves to make me want him again.
“Chaz,” I begin softly, “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me so hard that all I think about right now is you. I need this for my sanity.”
I hoist my foot up and rest it on the seat beside me, giving him full access from behind. He groans but doesn’t waste any time thinking about the meaning behind my words, because seconds later, he rams his cock as deep as he can go. One of his arms wraps possessively around my belly and the other covers my right hand on the wall.
“Oh, angel, you’re such a goddamned mystery.”
I reach down and tease my clit with my finger while he pounds into me. Swirling curls of pleasure twist inside me as an orgasm flutters just out of reach.
“Motherfucker,” he groans and pulls out.
I whimper at the loss of him. “Chaz, don’t stop.”
He pushes back inside me once more but yanks right back out. “I don’t have a condom on, angel.”
“I’ve only had one other partner. Just fuck me.”
Growling, he slams back into me but stops once he’s fully seated inside me. “And I only had one person for a really long time. We always wore condoms. I’ll pull out before I come.” He kisses the back of my head and begins hastily thrusting.
I go back to fingering my clit with circular swirls and cry out when my release finds me. I’m shaking so badly that I nearly fall, but he has me in his strong grip, refusing to let me go.
“Holy fuck,” he moans and momentarily stills inside me before quickly whipping his dick out. Hot semen spurts all over my back as he climaxes.
Spinning around, I seize him in bear hug. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, nearly squeezing the air out of me.
“Thanks for being here,” I whisper against his chest.
He strokes my hair and kisses the top of my head. “Angel, I’ll take you any way I can get you. I can see you’re battling some demons, and I’ll be here when you decide to let me fight them with you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut to force the tears from coming. Sliding my palm to his heart, I once again take comfort in the strength of it.
“One day, Chaz. I promise.”
“That’s enough for me.”
A banging on the door startles me awake. The room is pitch black. Considering that the blackout curtains are drawn, I have no idea what time it is.
Another bang jolts me out of bed in search for a light.
“Room service,” a thick, accented voice calls out from the other side.
I’m completely naked, so once I locate a light, I make my next order of business finding something to cover up with. “I’ll be right there,” I call out before running into the bathroom and yanking the soft robe from the hook.
When I emerge from the bathroom, I realize that Chaz isn’t in the bed. Where did he go? I heave open the door and accept the tray from the hotel worker.
“I, uh, don’t have any cash for a tip…” I trail off. I’m in the penthouse suite with no money for a tip. So embarrassing.
He smiles at me when he sees the horrified look on my face. “Please don’t worry, miss. Mister Montgomery already tipped me well to deliver this to you.” With a wave, he scurries along down the hallway, leaving me to gape after him.
I awkwardly wrangle the huge tray in and shut the door behind me. The dishes rattle as I walk over to the bed and sit it down. My lips curl into a smile when I see a pink carnation in a small vase and note tucked beside it. I ignore the growling from my stomach that is begging me to choose bacon over a letter from my lover and hastily rip open the letter.
I’ve had sex with this man twice now and his words still somehow make me blush. My giddy, girly moment, though, is overshadowed by one line in the letter. He put my phone on the charger? Shit!
I abandon the letter and haul butt into the bathroom, where I last left my phone. My heart thuds in my chest once I see that it’s still lying on the counter, facedown but now plugged in. Why can’t I just be honest with this guy? He might have been an ass when we first met, but he’s quickly breaking down my walls of emotional protection.
Sighing, I pad back into the room and sit on the bed. I grin as I lift each lid and inspect what’s for breakfast. Poor guy must think I eat as much as Donnie, Bobby, and him combined because there’s so much food. Everything from oatmeal, pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, and a bagel clutter up the large tray. I snatch up a piece of bacon to shut my stomach up and read the letter again like a lovesick teenage girl. His neat cursive scrawling brings a smile to my face. When you see Chaz, you don’t expect him to have such adorable handwriting. A tall, solid-muscle, tattooed man like him should have choppy, messy writing—not swirls and flourishes.
He really is a catch. I smile just thinking about last night. We finally made love after months of pining after one another. It was sweet and perfect. And then, in the shower, he fucked me hard—and I loved every second of it. But it was what happened after the shower that melted my heart.
After he turned off the water, he slowly dried me off and scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing. He tucked me into the huge California king-sized bed and climbed in behind me. I expected him to get frisky, but he just held me. Curled a big, heavy arm around my middle and pulled me close to him. The cadence of his solid, pounding heart against my back quickly served to lull me to sleep.
With Chaz, things feel perfect. Can I allow myself to hope for something real?
I’m looking out the window of the hotel lobby, watching for Chaz, when two rock-hard arms envelop me from behind. His scent invades me, and I sigh in relief.
“I missed you, angel.”
Smiling, I turn in his arms to face him. He looks gorgeous this morning. His hair is still wet from an obvious shower after his run, and I have the urge to run my fingers through it. Dark, moss-colored e
yes stare deep into my own. He’s letting the scruff grow on his cheeks a bit and it’s hot as hell. I stand on my tiptoes and attack his lips.
His large hands grab my ass and pull me against his hard cock as we kiss. I’m wishing we didn’t have to leave in a few minutes because I’m halfway tempted to drag him back upstairs.
Finally, I break away from his teasing tongue. “I missed you too,” I tell him, my chest still heaving from our kiss.
He chuckles. “Well, now we’ve got a problem. I have a raging hard-on in the middle of the fucking hotel lobby. What will happen if some poor old lady sees my massive boner through my jeans? She’ll have a heart attack and we’re sure to make the news.”
I slap his chest. “Oh God. You’re starting to sound like Donnie.” Turning from him, I kneel and pick up the sack, thrusting it at him. “Here. You can carry this in front of your ‘massive boner’ so we don’t send any little old ladies to the hospital today. I’m really doing a public service here.”
As I walk away, he slaps my ass hard, causing it to echo.
I turn and throw him an embarrassed glare. “Chaz!” I hiss.
He laughs and wraps an arm around me as we walk. “You sure do have a mouth on you, angel. How about you show me more of what that mouth can do later?”
Of course, just as he says that, we have to be walking past a bellhop who gives Chaz a knowing, ‘men’s club’ sort of wink. Assholes.
A bump jars me awake from my nap. The bus is quiet aside from the sounds of things rattling and moving as we drive to our next destination. Ryan is sleeping, wrapped around me under the blanket. She has her phone in a death grip in her hand, which is resting on my belly. Earlier today, when I plugged in her charger, I badly wanted to look through her phone, but I respected her privacy and didn’t. And just like now, it would be all too easy to see who it is she keeps running off to talk to. I feel like, if I give her time, she’ll tell me. I want to earn her trust.
“What time is it?” she croaks from the crook of my arm.
I turn to see her sleepy, blue eyes looking up at me. Squeezing her to me, I kiss her forehead. “I’m guessing it’s close to dinnertime. The sun looks like it’s setting.”
We had spent most of the day in the bus working on some new songs while we shuffled Sutton around our laps. I didn’t miss the fact that Ryan held on to that little guy the most. Her eyes lit up with joy every time he would grin at her. I’m not one to come out of one serious relationship and jump both feet into another one, but I couldn’t help but want to give her that one day—a little boy who makes her eyes light up.
“I’m hungry,” she whispers.
“I bet June will be starting dinner soon…” I trail off with a groan as she grips my cock through my jeans.
“I’m hungry for dessert first.”
She slides under the blanket and begins unfastening my jeans. After she shimmies them down to my knees, I bite my lip nearly in half when she sucks my cock into her hot little mouth. As she starts bobbing up and down, her teeth gently scrape my shaft, sending curls of pleasure deep into my balls.
“Angel,” I murmur.
Her pace is unhurried—like she could suck on me all night long. The thought alone makes me want to come.
Suddenly, my bunk curtain slides open a little and I see Bobby’s smiling face staring back at me. I expect Ryan to stop, but she keeps tasting me like I’m a fucking lollipop.
“June wants to know if you guys want hot dogs or sandwiches,” he asks.
I try not to groan in pleasure as Ryan takes me deep in her throat. “Uh,” I garble out. “I think hot dogs sound good.” I presume he’ll leave, but he just stands there like a fucking asshole.
“Did you and Ryan have fun last night?” he laughs and wags his eyebrows at me.
Fuck. We’re having fun right now. Her small hand curls around my balls and gently strokes them. When she pulls off and tongues the tip of my dick, I gush out a breath I was holding.
“Yeah, dude. The best. I’ll be out in five.”
She takes me deep in her throat again, and my legs are shaking as I hold back my release. Her hot, wet little mouth is expertly tasting me in all the right spots.
He narrows his eyes at me before nodding and walking off. As soon as he leaves, I yank the curtain shut.
“Angel, I’m about to come. You’ll want to pull off and whack me off so you don’t get any in your mouth.”
She pops off with a slurp. “You don’t want me to taste you?”
“What? No, it’s just that Neve hated…” And I trail off once again as she sucks me deep into the back of her throat. Fuck me.
My come bursts from my dick into her mouth and I feel her swallowing each spurt down, not wasting a drop. As soon as I finish, she licks the tip and pulls away.
“I’m not Neve,” she says saucily.
No the fuck she’s not. This chick is amazing.
“Come here,” I growl.
She abandons my softening cock and climbs up the bed to kiss me. “Did you like it?”
“Angel, I fucking loved it. Thank you.”
A cute giggle escapes her lips, and I tug her to me. I palm her breast through her tank top, feeling her pebbled nipple through her bra.
“Oh,” she gasps.
“Take off your shorts, woman.”
Her eyes widen at me. “What? No!” she hisses. “They’ll hear!”
I cock up an eyebrow and toss her a smug grin. “So?”
She slaps my chest, but as soon as she does it, I roll her over onto her back. “Angel, we’re going to fuck, but I promise I’ll be quiet. But I don’t think it’s me we have to worry about.”
She lets out a small whimper but complies with letting me slide her shorts and panties down. I spread her legs apart and dip a finger inside her already wet little pussy.
“Does sucking cock turn you on?” I whisper as I finger-fuck her slowly.
Her cheeks turn red, but she nods. “I like knowing I’m the one who made you lose control. I felt powerful.”
When I thumb her clit while my finger is inside her, she tilts her head back and bites down on her lip, stifling a moan.
“Angel, you can hold the power when you suck my dick, but when my finger or cock is deep inside you, I’m the one holding all the cards.”
She nods and whimpers again. Just as she’s about to come, she slaps a hand over her mouth. I feel her climax as my finger become even wetter with her arousal. When she relaxes, I slide my finger out and bring it to my lips. She watches with interest as I suck it into my mouth to taste her.
“Dessert before dinner is definitely a new thing I can get used to,” I wink at her.
She giggles again until I tease my now hard-again cock against her opening. I push deep inside her, and she covers her mouth again. This time, though, I move her hand and replace it with my lips. This woman feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Every time feels like the first time with her.
“You feel so good,” I whisper against her lips. I tease her tongue with mine as I slowly thrust in and out of her. The space is cramped, but we’re making it work.
“Chaz…” she exhales against my mouth.
As soon as she says my name, I know I’ll be coming soon. “Are you on the pill? I want to come inside you so bad.” Our lovemaking is so carnal, and I want to claim her with my body.
“The shot. And please come inside me,” she begs.
I feel her inner walls begin to shudder tightly around my cock, and then I can’t hold it back anymore. We come long and hard together. I keep thrusting into her until I have nothing more left to give. She feels so fucking perfect. When I finally finish, I stay seated deep inside her. My cock continues to throb from our lovemaking and I feel her pussy tremor every few moments.
“Chaz, how did I get so lucky?” she asks with a troubled look on her face.
“I’m the lucky one, angel. Fate pushed you into my life before I made a huge mistake and married that cheating whore. I get to
spend every waking moment with you and it still isn’t enough. One day, you’ll tell me what you’re hiding and it will be fine. We’ll make it work. In the meantime, I’ll spend as much time just like this as I can.”
She smiles beautifully at me and pecks my lips. “I’d like that.”
The curtain is once again yanked open, but this time, it’s Donnie. “You’d like what? The big D? I can give it to you, baby.”
“Fuck off, asshole,” I snarl at him.
He just laughs. “You guys fucking? Ry-Bear, when you get tired of baby carrot dicks and want a supersized cucumber, call me. You have my number.” With that, he closes the curtain behind him.
Ryan bursts into hysterical laughing beneath me. Her laughter is sexy, and I have to pull my cock out before I grow hard again. I owe Donnie an ass beating first.
“Babe, I want to stay in this bed all night, but those fuckers will just keep interrupting, and I’m also fucking hungry. But I promise, once they all go to sleep, I’ll satisfy you with my not-so-baby-carrot-sized dick all night long.”
“Sexy baby momma,” Donnie calls out to June as she finishes drying the last dish from dinner, “you want to play Donnie Always Wins with us?”
She flashes him a grin. “I can play after I get Sutton to sleep.”
Ryan, who is holding the little guy, looks crestfallen to be giving him up, but she hands him to her. I throw her a wink, and her frown is replaced by a sad smile. What is going on in her head?
“June Bug, I’ll put him to bed. You play with them and I’ll be back down in a bit,” Bobby suggests and pulls little man into his arms.
June kisses his cheek and joins us at the booth.
“Okay, Ry-Bear. Be ready. June’s fucking good and she knows her country shit as well,” Donnie warns Ryan seriously.
“I’m not playing unless you ask something other than country. You have an unfair advantage there, Donnie,” Ryan pouts.
