“Heath…Heath….” She wanted to tell him she loved him, but in that moment he owned her body and senses so completely she couldn’t force the vow past her lips. Saturated in his scent, the taste of him still riding her palate, she wanted this moment to last forever. The rise and fall of his shoulders in the reflection as his pelvis rocked against her ass, filling her with his body over and over again. The slick noise of their connection testified to her arousal. “Heath.”
“I know, brat.” He nuzzled the spot behind her ear, while his gaze remained locked on her features. “You feel incredible too. Wet. So tight I feared I’d hurt you.”
The hand on her neck repositioned to anchor on the glass, as his other one relocated from her hip to her clitoris and his touch glided in a light circular pattern. His thrusts quickened, grew harder and shorter, rocking her in a quick back and forth pattern with each drive. She dug her nails into his scalp as heat blossomed from their connection.
“Look at us in the reflection.”
She tried to adjust her vision on them, but he felt so perfect, she could concentrate only on the radioactive heat expanding from her core. She curled her fingers braced on the pane into her palm. He shifted his hand beneath hers and entwined their fingers together. Against the back of her ear, he whispered, “Let go, brat. I’ve got ya.”
Moments later Sam lost her fight and climaxed, crying his name. Her grip on his head loosened and her knees went weak from the potency of her rapture. As promised, he had her, protected her even when she couldn’t fend for herself.
“Fuck.” He wrapped both his arms around her waist and buried his face in her hair. “You feel fantastic coming on my cock.”
The crudeness of his words didn’t compute, as he pumped faster. Without his support she wouldn’t have been standing.
The newfound intensity of his drives lengthened her gratification into an endless chaos of bliss, until he went deep and froze, groaning against her ear as he came. He executed circular motions with his hip, extending their delight until he wobbled against her and stopped moving altogether. Once more, he cupped her chin and turned her head so he could offer her a sweet and sinful kiss.
“I love you, Sam.”
Afraid she’d cry over his confession, she caught the back of his head and dragged him down for another kiss, infusing all her emotions into the embrace. “I love you too, Heath Fangor.”
“Fuck,” he said as he slid from her body. “I got caught up and forgot to wear a condom.” He jammed his fingers through his hair. “I’m clean.”
That wasn’t something she’d worried about, even though she should’ve. But she trusted Heath to take care of her. If he hadn’t been clean of STDs, she’d have known long before now.
“Me too.” She turned in his arms and cupped the side of his face, rubbing her breasts against his chest for the sheer pleasure. “I’m also on the pill.”
“It was still irresponsible of me to make love to you without a condom.”
She shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it now.”
“You’re reckless.”
Hadn’t she established that with her past behavior? She licked the center of his chest. “For the record… that was amazing.”
He bent his knees and got in her face. “Better than my wet dreams.”
She smiled. “Better than my fantasies.”
He scooped her into his arms and carried her into the adjoining bedroom.
Sam’s booted toe tapped against the floor as she watched the band belt out their lyrics. An upbeat tempo song with hip-thrusting action, her body felt compelled to move to the rhythm. Heath moved like the rock star god Celebrity Beef and other rags labeled him. Face sheened with sweat and hair damp, he gyrated around the stage while the audience worshiped him like devout parishioners. He executed a two-step move, threw his head back and screamed into the mic. The crowd erupted, screaming while stomping their feet, creating a drumbeat sound that sent vibrations through her feet.
Chaos in music.
They loved him.
I love him. Had for a long time. What would Jase think? She feared how he would react? His temperament toward his best friend had cooled over the last few days. Little things most wouldn’t notice. He avoided casual conversation, and if they were together, Jase either wouldn’t look in their direction, or he’d glare at them with an intensity that’d rival a stalker.
Sam was torn. Even though she didn’t want to come between them, she feared regardless of what happened Jase would never be able to return to his carefree ways with Heath again.
The song hit a lull near the end. Heath clasped the microphone and crooned a sweet, piercing melody that Sam felt in the pit of her stomach. Emotion double-fisted her in the gut and tears hit her eyes.
I slept with Heath Fangor. The most wanted man in the music industry if Tab and Celebrity Beef could be believed. None of that mattered to her. She wouldn’t care if he was a coal miner with two teeth in his head, she would still love him and want him.
Heath was her love affair, the sweet melody that crooned her soul. Sleeping with him had been the most exhilarating experience of her life. Memories of his mouth on her body, his fingers gliding over her flesh, and the erotic buzz that caressed her skin, sensual and amazing, but it’d been the connection of their spirits melding together that bonded them in love.
Obligations kept them apart. A lonely bed with soft sheets made for a cold bedfellow. Ditching band parties wasn’t an option. Revelry came with the fame.
“Watching them perform makes me wish I were gay.”
Sam burst out laughing at Dixon’s dry statement. Most men wouldn’t have admitted that even if they felt that way. She cleared her throat. “They know how to throw out a kickass performance.”
“You had the crowd by the balls tonight too. Fucking sexy, witty, and provocative.”
An unladylike snort drew a grin from him.
A curious expression flitted across his features. “You’re all over the net, Sam. My band mates want to do something crazy like you.”
“The fans had a love-hate relationship with me until they found out I was dating the elusive rock god.”
“You sound a little bitter.”
The fine hairs on her nape launched an irritated assault. “Far from it.”
“Jealous then.”
That comment was so stupid it didn’t warrant a valid response. “You trying to piss me off, Dixon?”
“Not my mission.”
“Then stop butting your nose into Hot Wired’s business.” She peered at the band. “What is your mission?”
The band tarried between sets, each resting as they took swigs of their beer. Heath met her gaze as he swiped the back of his wrist across his mouth. He winked at her and she blew him a kiss.
“Want to grab a burger before the after-party demands your attention?”
Topic change instead of answering her question only sufficed to intrigue her further. But a greasy burger and fries smothered in ketchup sounded divine. It’d been a long time since she enjoyed either. “Maybe.”
Most of the dishes she concocted were heart healthy because someone in the family needed to watch out for their cholesterol.
Jase vacated his perch and strode across the stage like he owned it. In a way he did. The audience’s low-hum indicated they recognized the oddity of his showboating, but possibly expected something big. He swiped the mic from Heath’s grasp. He seemed as surprised as the rest of them.
“Y’all wanna spice up the evening?” Jase’s scratchy voice boomed through the speakers.
The crowd cheered their agreement, as Heath swirled his beer bottle and contemplated her sibling with distrust shining from his expression.
“I need a hot babe that can shake her ass and doesn’t mind showing some skin.”
Shit. I will kill Jase.
They’d played this game before. A lot. The deafening eruption by the audience indicated they knew what would soon transpire. She could imagine the boob
flashing that was spewed among the spectators, whatever it took to be selected. A muff or two probably saw some exposure.
As Heath brought the bottle to his lips, he froze with his hand detained mid-air. He shot Sam a nervous look.
What the fuck was Jase up to? She tried to keep her features blank so Heath wouldn’t realize how upset she was by the idea of him getting hot and dirty with another girl. In the past they’d invited girls onstage to dance with him. Often turning explicit. Didn’t mean Heath had to participate… but he always had before. Any of them could and did get in on the performance. If things progressed too far with Fang running the show—well, Sam wasn’t sure how she’d react.
“What are they up to now?” She got the feeling Dixon’s question was said more to himself than her. She answered anyway.
“Something Tone Deaf should try. Interacting with the audience is important.” I believe that. I do. I just don’t want some strange easy chick rubbing all over my man! Or doing other, more provocative things.
Heath drained his beer, tossed it into the trash, and snatched the microphone out of Jase’s grasp, but not before her brother selected his volunteer.
A blonde hussy with tits too big to be real was guided onstage by security personnel. The top she wore was too tight and too revealing.
Sam buried her nails into her palm.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Heath asked once the girl halted in front of him.
“Daisy.” She launched herself against him so hard Heath grunted, and she proceeded to hug him like a clinging monkey. “I love you so much, Fang!”
Counting to ten, Sam became engrossed with her boots. When ten failed to relieve her erratic emotions, she counted some more.
She could feel Dixon’s focus. “I can tell by Fang’s expression he’s uncomfortable.”
This isn’t my first rodeo, I can handle a little showboating, she wanted to snap at him, but didn’t because she wasn’t certain of the truth of the statement. Instead, she said, “I know the routine.”
He choked on a snort. “Everyone does.”
Jase’s sticks hit his drums, setting the tempo for the rest of the band to follow. What end did Jase hope would come from this? Did he hope to piss her off enough she’d end her relationship with Heath? She wouldn’t put it past him.
His speculation prompted him to ask, “You got a knife?”
“Always.”
“Just so I know how carefully to watch you, how intimate does Fang get with the girls?”
“I promise not to cut her face.”
He whistled low. “That intimate?”
These demonstrations had gotten really cozy several times. At least once Heath had gotten a girl off while the audience watched, his hand down her pants and the microphone picking up each moan and groan she made. Derringer and Keys had taken the performances even further.
“I’m only slightly relieved by your promise.”
“It’s the best you’re going to get.” Sam stuffed her hands in her back pockets, the pocketknife’s metal mocking her fingertips.
“He keeps looking at you.” Dixon draped his arm across her shoulders and pulled her snug. His sudden closeness surprised her, and she tensed. “He doesn’t like me touching you.” A devilish grin teased the corners of his mouth. “Gives him a taste of his own medicine.”
Across the distance her gaze connected with Heath’s. Regret bled from his expression, and he gave her a microscopic headshake as if to say he couldn’t get out of this. He could refuse. He should refuse. Their fans knew he claimed her as a girlfriend, so this felt a little like he cheated with no regard for what the world would think. What message did these antics send to the audience about her and their romance?
Sam knew the moment he shifted into performance mode. His eyes glazed over, shutting her out. He lowered his head, his mouth against Daisy’s shoulders, he palmed her midsection, and he began to sway to the music’s beat.
The whore cupped the back of his head and ground her ass into Heath’s crotch! He did nothing to stop her advances. Not that she expected anything different.
“Shake that hot ass for me, baby!” Fang screamed into the mic.
Breath lodged in Sam’s lungs, and pain slammed into her chest. Heart beating as fast as Jase’s drums, tears burned her sinuses. She should be angry. Instead she was hurt.
The bimbo bent over and ground into his groin. The crowd went fucking wild as Heath belted out the first of the lyrics.
Sam grit her teeth until they ached. When he caught the girl’s hip and pumped against her in the suggestive act of doggy-style, Sam couldn’t take any more. She met her brother’s eyes, and he gave her a smug grin. Itching to use her blade on him, she stalked off instead.
“Whoa! Slow down!” Dixon shadowed her step-for-step.
Heath had fondled her with the same hands he touched the groupie with. Those same fingers had been inside her. Now they gave another woman bliss. Minor on the ecstasy charts compared to what he’d given her, but the girl would tell everyone about the demonstration. It’d be all over the news and tabloids. Probably even hit ViewTube. Daisy would talk to the reporters, eating up the attention, and the story would expand. There’d be even more speculation about Sam’s relationship with Heath. How serious they were and if she understood it was her duty to share him with his fans.
“You want to talk about it?” Dixon’s voice sounded strained.
Anger hemorrhaged through her nervous system. Finally she’d become furious! About time!
Her heart pumped faster than Jase beat the drums. She abruptly stopped walking. Tone Deaf’s drummer tripped as he tried to mimic her actions.
“You going to the after-party?”
Mild confusion flitted across his features. “Wasn’t invited.”
“You are now. You’re coming with me.”
“I’m not helping you stir up shit.” He tossed his waist-length hair over his shoulder.
“Think of the publicity it’ll generate for Tone Deaf.” She sounded like Tab, and she hated herself for that. “After that performance, I cannot go alone.”
Her voice cracked on the last two words. The desperation in her tone dismayed her, and she blinked fast to hold the tears back.
“You up for that burger?” That question came from nowhere, and she opened and closed her mouth. Before she could say anything, he said, “We’ll discuss the terms of the arrangement while you get your emotions under control. I don’t want to help you cause problems you’ll regret.”
“Burger isn’t code for oral sex, right?”
Seriousness tightened his features. “As much as I wish it were, I realize I’m out of my league with you. So until Fang decides if he wants you or not, I’ll settle for a friendship. But let’s get something straight….” He leaned close enough she could smell his aftershave. “If you and Fang call it quits, I’ll be coming after you like an arrow for the bulls eye.”
Uncertain how she felt about that, all she could think to say was, “Thanks for the warning.”
Best friend or not, Heath wanted to kill Jase.
His knuckles burned he fisted them so tight. Fantasies of pummeling Jase the moment they exited stage flitted through his mind, distracting him from the concert.
He’d had no choice but to turn his emotions off. The hurt look in Sam’s eyes had nearly undone him. Slamming his fist into Jase’s teeth wouldn’t be enough to appease his fury. The man had fucked with his relationship. That wasn’t kosher.
He’d shook his head at Sam and hoped she understood his inability to refuse going forward with the show. In order to perform, he’d had no alternative but to shut her out. The theater had remained tame by their prior standards.
I hurt her.
No option presented itself to get him out of the predicament.
I could’ve refused to participate.
He hadn’t even considered that a possibility at the time. They’d done this stage-fuck so often it’d become a staple performance for the
band.
He’d felt Sam’s departure, and that’d escalated his temper. He felt dirty after the girl rubbed all over him and did her damned best at groping him. She’d groped his crotch more than once, and he’d shoved her touch away as fast as possible each time. By the end of the song, he felt like he’d been raped. First by his best friend and then the girl.
Didn’t matter he’d participated in these types of displays before. Didn’t matter that they’d become explicit often and this one hadn’t. What mattered was that Sam was upset.
I should’ve confronted Jase on stage and refused.
This would not play out well in the media. Her brother instigated the heartache, and Heath had allowed it, and now the rag reporters would shred her for entertainment. His knuckles burned to dole out justice to Jase.
After the second ovation, he bid the audience good night. He shot Jase an infuriated scowl and stomped off the stage, his heavy boots clopping with each step.
The moment Jase entered the room offstage, Heath slammed him against the wall and pinned him there with his forearm to his throat. “Goddamn motherfucker! Do you like hurting her?”
Derringer ripped him off Jase and didn’t stop shoving him away until half the room separated them. “This bullshit’s absurd.”
“You two don’t put an end to this, you’re going to ruin Hot Wired.” Tab pointed at the two of them. “I’ve seen other bands break up for less.”
“Jase’s difficulty dealing is not my fucking problem. Shouldn’t be Sam’s fucking problem.”
Jase shrugged and palmed sweat-dampened hair off his face. “Better she know the cheating bastard you are now than after she’s fallen for you.”
“That has nothing to do with it, and you know it.”
“Fang’s not the cheating sort, Jase.” Keys crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s more your style.”
“What this boils down to is that you’re a selfish bastard.” Heath nailed him with the truth. “You want us both all to yourself, in perfect little categories. She wanted to leave two years ago, but she stayed to make you happy. You want to boss us around like you do everyone. I’m not your puppet, and I don’t take orders from you. I’m telling you right now, no fucking more. No. Fucking. More.” He jabbed his fingers through his hair. “It’s my life. Sam’s life. She’s a grown woman—”
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