The strangled sounds she had just been making turned into little mewling sounds as I latched onto her clit with my lips. If the taste of Marissa’s skin and lips were my drug of chose, the decadent taste of her pussy on my tongue was the sweet nectar of ambrosia that the gods themselves lived off of. I’d never tasted anything as good as Marissa’s pussy, something I’d made a meal of on a regular basis before our relationship had went to hell.
“Wroth…” My name came out a gasp, her thighs trembling. I could tell just by the little sounds she was making that she was close. “I’m… No, please,” she protested when I lifted my head.
My face was wet with her essence. I licked my lips, savoring her juices. “Come here,” I commanded. I sat back against her pillows, having to slouch more than a little because the roost was so small.
She didn’t question me, didn’t hesitate, but simply did as I asked. I grasped my excruciatingly aching dick in one hand and cupped her ass with the other, pulling her closer. Her thighs spread wide for me and I guided my dick to her opening, skimming it over her glistening folds. Marissa threw her head back, her hair spilling over her shoulders and my own as she reached out to steady herself with her soft hands on my chest.
I buried my face in her chest, licking the valley between her tits as I stroked myself over her opening and up to her clit, then back again. She was growing close again, and I was right behind her. With a groan that sounded animalistic to my own ears I pushed her onto her back and dipped my tip inside her scalding hot, tight little body. Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and passion. “Wroth!” she cried in the next moment, her body convulsing around me as she came apart all over my dick.
It physically hurt, but I quickly pulled from her just as my own release jetted forward, spraying across her still quivering stomach. With a sated groan, I dropped down onto her, crushing her beneath me, rubbing my semen into the both of us.
For long moments I lay there, her soft fingertips caressing up and down my back while our breathing slowly evened out. I wanted to stay right there, with her in my arms, her come still dripping onto the sheets beneath us, for the rest of our lives…
The pounding on the wall beside Marissa’s roost had my head snapping up, the urge to murder never more powerful than in that moment. “What?” I bellowed.
“Er…” I heard Zander snicker on the other side of the curtain and my irritation heightened. “If you have finished defiling Rissa, you might want to come out and explain your intentions to her brother. Liam’s about to go off the rails after hearing that award-winning performance, dude.”
Marissa made a distressed sound, her hands leaving my back to cover her flaming face. I wasn’t worried about Liam. I could deal with him later. But Zander was going to pay for embarrassing my girl. My arm shot through the curtain of the roost and grabbed him by the throat. “You go tell Liam I’ll be out when I’m good and ready. But first, apologize to Marissa.”
I felt Zander’s throat move as he swallowed. He was the goof ball of the five of us, but he knew when he had crossed a line with me. And he had just crossed the biggest line of all. “Sorry, Rissa,” he called through the curtain. No way was I going to let him stick his head inside and see her deity-worthy nakedness.
His apology didn’t satisfy me but I released him. My gaze went straight to Marissa’s red face. That blush was adorable on her, but I hated the reason for it. With her in my arms, I’d forgotten that we were on some highway traveling at over seventy miles an hour with a bus full of people that would be all too amused with the show we had just put on for them. The one thing I’d learned fast about rockers? They could be very juvenile at times. Zander was possibly the biggest one of all, but I couldn’t kill him for it. At least that was what I kept telling myself.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I forgot that people were around and could actually hear us,” I said.
Slowly Marissa dropped her hands, shaking her head at the roost above us. The smile on her face caught me completely off guard though. I hadn’t seen that particular smile, the one that was so full of life and love and perfection, in so long. It caused my heart to clench, remembering that I was the reason why it hadn’t been present in so long. “I’m curious to know what you plan on telling Li. What are your intentions, Wroth Niall?”
I couldn’t help but snort at her question. I had a million and one intentions and a million of them required a bed and privacy. The remaining one… Well, I was a little old school when it came to that remaining one. I needed to talk to Liam first and then and only then would I tell her.
Chapter 12
Wroth
I was still feeling sated from my morning with Marissa when I walked backstage with my bandmates later that night, getting ready for the concert. Demon’s Wings was still on stage. Nik was getting the fans riled up, knowing that getting them to chant their name would get Axton’s blood pumping.
Emmie appeared from the side of the stage, one arm holding onto her clip board while she texted rapidly with her free hand. “You guys ready?” she asked, only looking up from her phone once she had hit send. Her eyes went to Axton first and she rolled her big green eyes at him. “Get over it, Ax. He gets off on pissing you off when you close the show.”
“One more song!” Nik shouted on stage.
Twenty thousand fans screamed so loudly that the stage vibrated. The first note coming from Drake’s Fender filled the air, and the screaming suddenly quietened as he started with a solo that produced goose bumps on my own arms.
Emmie glanced back out on stage, smiled happily and then turned to go. I caught her elbow as she started to walk away. Her eyes widened when she looked up at me. “Hey,” she said and grinned. “What’s up?”
“Can you do something for me?” If possible, her eyes widened even more. Yeah, I didn’t normally seek out her help, but there were things that I wanted done that I just didn’t know how to accomplish. It was a first for me. I wanted this perfect though, and Emmie could move mountains when she had to.
“Of course,” she readily agreed. “What do you need?”
I glanced back at my bandmates and grimaced. I didn’t want nor need the grief they would give me if they overheard what I needed Emmie to do. “Can you wait for me after the show? I need it done in the next few weeks. Definitely before we get to Kansas.”
Emmie nodded. “I’ll be waiting right here,” she promised.
The fans were still chanting Demon’s Wings’ name when we stepped onto stage after it was turned over and we did another quick sound check. For the next hour we performed, and I played for the masses as they turned from chanting Demon’s Wings to OtherWorld within the span of one song. If Drake had ended with a guitar solo, then I was sure as hell going to start with one.
When it was over I was soaked with sweat. The lights that shone down on us throughout a show were worse than the noon sun in the desert. The stage was littered with red roses, panties and bras, and pieces of paper that professed fans’ love and desire for us. The roses were all picked up, but no one bothered to pick up the underwear or the love letters. Zander was the only single one of us now, and he’d never been one for collecting bras and panties. He’d rarely ever hooked up at concerts, but always went out afterwards to local clubs or bars to find someone to spend the night with.
Like always, Axton didn’t speak after the concert was over. His throat was probably a ball of fire after that last song. I carefully handed my favorite Fender over to Pock, the roadie who was in charge of taking care of my guitars, and stepped off stage. Emmie was standing right where I’d left her with her phone to one ear. Green eyes were narrowed as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the call.
I stood back, not wanting to interrupt her. I might have stood a good foot over her, and outweighed her by a hundred-plus pounds but she still terrified the shit out of me. One glare from those startling green eyes and she could freeze me in my tracks. She had more balls than any man I’d ever met, more intelligence than most p
“He says he’s who, again, Rachel?” Emmie asked, her eyes darkening when she paused to listen again. “Okay… No. Don’t worry about him. I’m just surprised it’s taken him this long to figure out where she was. If he’s smart, the man will catch up with us before much longer. No… Just get me more candidates for nannies… Because once he shows up, Felicity might decide that she wants to go home.”
My own eyes widened at the mention of Emmie’s nanny’s name. Felicity was like one of the Demon’s Wings’ family. Everyone seemed to love her. So who the hell was going to show up and take her away? As soon as Emmie lowered her phone with a frustrated sigh, I stepped forward. “Is Felicity okay?” I liked the chick myself. She was sweet but also feisty. She didn’t take shit from anyone. Not even Emmie.
“She’s okay. Just someone from her family is looking for her.” She stuffed her phone in her back pocket, muttering under her breath. “Fucking bikers,” I thought she said but wasn’t sure.
“What?”
Another sigh left her. “Nothing. It was nothing.” A small smile lifted the corners of her lips. “So, what can I do for you, big guy?”
It took a little while, but I finally told Emmie everything I needed her to get and do for me before we made it to Kansas in a few weeks. After my talk with Liam that morning, I wanted to make Marissa’s experience at that particular stop on our tour something she would remember for the rest of our lives together. She wasn’t happy about at least one of the things I’d asked of her, but she was grinning up at me when she walked away.
I made my way back to the OtherWorld bus, hoping to find Marissa on board and alone. Of course she wasn’t and I gritted my teeth when I saw that it was full of rockers that weren’t my bandmates. All I wanted was a quiet night, damn it. A few of the Trance guys were sitting around the living room while Bishop and Drew from Alchemy were standing in the kitchenette fixing themselves large paper plates of pizza, wings and breadsticks. Zander was sitting at the kitchenette table with Linc, Liam and Kenzie. Marissa, however was nowhere in sight.
“Rissa not back from watching the kids?” I asked as I grabbed a slice of meat lovers’ pizza and taking a hungry bite of it.
“She said to let you guys know that she would be a little longer. She was still talking to Lana and Dallas when I left,” Kenzie let me know.
I picked up another slice of pizza and turned without another word, heading back off the bus. I wasn’t sure which bus the kids had been taken to tonight, but I would knock on all of the doors until I found my girl. I’d been away from her for long enough as it was.
I reached Lana and Drake’s bus first and knocked once before someone called for me to come in. I climbed up the steps and stuck my head into the living room. Shane, Drake, and Nik were sitting around the room with cartons of Chinese in their hands. “You fuckers seen Marissa?”
“She’s over at Jesse’s bus,” Drake informed me with a mouth full of chicken and broccoli. I nodded and started to leave. “Hey, wait. Don’t rush off. The girls were still deep into some conversation about who the fuck knows when we left them over half an hour ago. Sit and eat with us, man.”
I stuffed the last bite of my pizza into my mouth and shrugged. I was still hungry enough to eat an entire pizza by myself, and knowing Marissa she would be over there talking for half the night. It wouldn’t matter if I showed up to take her back to our bus or not, she would be there until the girls got talked out. I took the carton of noodles that Nik held out and dropped down onto the couch beside him. Sports Center was on and I accepted the bottle of beer Shane handed over before settling in to have a little guy-time with my friends. “You okay with this?” I asked Drake as I tipped the bottle at him.
Drake shrugged. “Dude, I haven’t touched a drop of booze in years. I can control myself if you fuckers have a beer or two.”
Marissa
Lana hid a yawn behind her hand before rubbing it over her stomach. “Okay. I really need to get back to my bus. Neveah is probably already asleep and Drake is going to throw a fit when he realizes I’m not in bed with him. I’m really surprised he hasn’t been blowing up my phone or come over here to get me.”
Dallas, sitting across from me, glanced down at her phone. “Shit, is that really the time?” She groaned. “Axton and Cannon left hours ago and I told him I’d be right behind him.”
I laughed, noticing how late it was for the first time in several hours. It was nearly three in the morning and we’d been sitting in Layla and Jesse’s bus since before eleven talking about random things. It felt good to just sit and talk to my girlfriends—something that I hadn’t had a lot of when I was growing up. “I’d better head back too. I bet OtherWorld’s bus is a disaster.” I knew that Natalie had ordered enough pizzas to feed an army and then told everyone that dinner was waiting for them on our bus. I was just surprised that security hadn’t come knocking because they had gotten too rowdy. They must have been good little rock stars over there.
Layla stood, pulling her hair back into a messy bun after stretching tired muscles. “It’s been a long day, ladies. Love you little bitches, but I’m going to bed.”
“I’d have headed to bed when the bald beast had if I had that waiting on me, Lay,” Dallas said, smirking up at her.
The smaller, curvy woman sighed. “I’m mad at him at the moment so he hasn’t been getting any.”
I gasped along with the other two women at Layla’s confession. “What the fuck?” Lana exclaimed. “What did he do?”
She grimaced. “I want to have another baby and he won’t even talk about it. He can’t get over what happened with the boys’ birth. But he won’t listen to me when I tell him that that was just one of those things. For the love of gods, did you see what I had kicking around inside of me when they were first born? Of course I went into labor two months early. And that electrolyte thing can be monitored. I’ve talked until I’m blue in the face about it and he ignores me. I can just say the word baby and he gets up and leaves.”
Lana stared at her sister as if she had lost her mind. I’d only heard about how crazy things had been when Layla had gone into preterm labor with the twins. She had been out for more than two days and the doctors had been worried that she wasn’t going to wake up after having to be put under for an emergency C-section. It turned out that she had had a major electrolyte deficiency and once the doctors had gotten that straightened out she had woken up soon after. But I could honestly understand where Jesse was coming from. That must have been a nightmare.
“Layla, you were out for over two days. What we went through—what that man back there in that bedroom went through—while you wouldn’t wake up was one of the worst times in our lives. You can’t expect him to want to even chance going through that again.” When her sister just glared at her, Lana stood and hugged the shorter woman. “We love you, Layla. Without you no one would survive. You having another baby would be a beautiful thing, but like Jesse, I would be a basket case the entire pregnancy. Don’t be mad at him for being scared of losing you.”
Layla hung her head. “Okay. I guess I really didn’t understand how hard it was on you guys.” Her chin trembled. “I just…the twins are getting older and I guess I have baby fever with you and now Dallas pregnant.”
“Don’t go spreading that fever around, girl,” I murmured, not wanting that particular ailment anytime soon. I was lucky enough to have the change to get pregnant if the urge ever hit, but it would take a lot of work to achieve it. I’d had eggs harvested before my chemo treatments when I was teenager, something that had been more than a little controversial since I’d been so young at the time. Surprisingly, it had been Wroth who had made it possible for me to have the eggs harvested, paying for another doctor to come in from France just to have the procedure done. “I don’t need that crap right now.”
<br /> Dallas stood and grabbed my hand. “Okay, you two. It’s late and now Layla is going to go back there and fuck her man, because he’s hot and she isn’t mad at him anymore.” The other two women laughed, breaking the tension that had filled the room just moments ago. “And I’m going to go over to my bus and fuck mine. So let’s go, bitches.”
I hugged Layla and followed my friends off the bus, fighting a yawn of my own. Lana and I said goodnight to Dallas outside her bus before heading on down the row of buses. We passed the darkened bus that belonged to Shane and Harper, and then stopped outside of Lana’s. “Good night, Rissa.” Lana kissed my cheek and opened the door of her bus. I waved and headed toward OtherWorld’s bus when I heard the male laughter coming from the living room of Lana’s bus, picking up the sound of Wroth’s rough laugh easily.
Lana stuck her head inside quickly before turning back to me. “Come on in, girl. It doesn’t look like this bunch is going to leave anytime soon.”
Frowning, I stepped onto the bus and found four rockers spread around the living room, beers in three of the four’s hands while they watched World’s Dumbest on television. There were empty cartons of Chinese food littering the side tables and the place smelled like a college student’s dorm room. Lana stood there in the middle of them, hands on her hips as she frowned at the mess in her living room. “You fuckers are cleaning this up before you go home.”
“Aw, sis. You know we will.” Shane tipped his beer at her. “Can you get me another beer?”
Lana gave him a death glare. “Get it yourself, you slob.” Her gaze went to Drake and her eyes softened. “Did you save me any noodles?”
Drake held out his hands to her and she climbed onto his lap. “In the microwave, Angel.” He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. “Shane, get Angel her food.” Grumbling, Shane stood and went into the kitchenette to grab himself another beer—the last of them by the looks of it—and a carton of Chinese.
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