“Sab,” Bree said. “Sab… I’m…”
I opened my mouth and made a wet pop sound.
My tongue was unleashed again.
I didn’t dance around her clit this time. No fucking way. She was on the edge of orgasm and I wasn’t going to mess around with that.
This moment was for one reason.
Her pleasure.
I needed her to come.
I needed to feel it…
I growled as I brought her to climax.
With her left leg still over my shoulder, I felt all the muscles in her leg tighten.
She moved her hips in a way that nobody at a strip club could ever come close to doing.
My cock was so thick and rigid, it was twisted up in a painful way in my jeans, begging to come out and play.
Each time Bree thrust herself at my tongue, she let out a breathless sigh.
Over and over.
And then…
She threw her leg off my shoulder and pushed herself away.
She took a few stumbling steps and looked flustered as her mouth fell open.
It was maybe one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life.
My perfect, beautiful best friend… Bree… standing there with hips still slowly rocking. Knowing that inside her core she was still throbbing, her body demanding that more of her sweet honey release itself to me.
I slowly stood up and without a word, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and took it off.
When I stepped toward Bree, I opened the front of my jeans.
There was nothing on under those jeans.
But she was going to find that out on her own.
My body collided with hers, my right hand moved around her body and I picked her up off her feet then walked her to the bed.
I stood her right against the bed and inched my hand up to her bra.
With a quick twist of my fingers, her strapless bra opened.
Her breasts pushed forward but weren’t exposed, yet.
I felt my heart racing.
Like it was the first time I was doing this.
I almost couldn’t believe Bree was doing this to me.
Making me feel this way.
I took a small step back and watched the strapless bra fall between us.
That first sight of her breasts made my knees wobble.
My hands cupped under her, already knowing she was made for my hands.
Her nipples were perky, beautiful rose-pink nubs, leaving my mouth wanting to taste them.
“Fuck, Bree, can you be any more beautiful?” I whispered.
I watched as she shivered at my comment.
My eyes moved to her eyes. “Has anyone not talked to you during this?”
She slowly moved her head left to right.
My right thumb swiped across her left nipple.
She took a breath.
“Your pussy tasted like everything I had ever dreamed of, Bree,” I said. “Do you want to know how many times I stroked my cock thinking about you? How many times I shut my eyes and pictured you on top of me in the bed of my truck? You were worth the wait, babe.”
“Fuck,” she managed to say before biting her bottom lip.
I dipped my head down to her chest, engulfing her left breast with my mouth.
She cried out again and clawed at my back.
That was a quick move by her because something clicked for Bree.
Her hands moved between my legs and pushed my jeans down enough to expose my cock.
I wasn’t going to lie… when my cock was freed, it was a relief.
And it also didn’t hurt that Bree grabbed me with both hands and began to stroke as though she’d been doing it for years to me.
I growled and my teeth grazed her nipple.
She shivered and pulled away.
I looked up at her.
We both smiled.
“How does it feel, babe?” I asked.
“I can see why you’re a rock star, Sab…”
“Ready for it?”
“You know that I am,” she said.
“Tell me that you’re ready, Bree. Tell me that your pussy is soaked for me. Tell me that you’re going to take every inch of my rock star cock and beg for more. Tell me you’re going to come all over my cock.”
Her face turned red.
I kissed from her breast to her neck and stopped at her mouth.
Her sweetness lingered on my breath. Stronger than whiskey. Much deadlier too.
My hands moved to her hips.
Those hips were now deemed my favorite curve. Another part of her body made for my hands.
I moved Bree onto the bed, where she belonged with me.
I stepped out of my jeans in a smooth fashion and positioned myself between her legs.
The full head of my cock ached to feel her body.
But I held back for a moment…
I lowered my mouth down to her ear. “Tell me, babe. I need to hear your voice right now.”
“Sab… I’m here… I’m ready…”
“That’s not good enough,” I whispered. “You’re in a rock star’s bed. In a rock star’s house. Make it fucking count. Be… filthy…”
Bree let out a whimpering sound.
I inched forward and dipped my cock against her soft lips the way a painter would touch their brush to paint.
Bree was definitely a masterpiece.
Her hands touched my back.
She pulled herself up to my body.
Her breasts touched my chest.
I heard her heaving breathing in my right ear.
“Fuck me, Sab,” she said. “Take your rock star cock and fuck me. Show me what I’ve been fucking missing all these years. Don’t stop until we both can’t fucking move. I’m dripping for you, Sab. Are you going to keep me waiting or what?”
I gritted my teeth and thrust forward.
Bree let out a scream into my ear.
Her nails clawed harder at my back.
And I finally fucking had her.
“Your heart is still beating pretty fast, Sab,” Bree said.
I reached with my right hand and cupped her breast. “So is yours.”
“My heart is not there,” she said.
“Oh. Well… whatever.”
I moved my thumb over her nipple and she let out a playful laugh.
I had to change the subject.
Of course my heart was racing.
I couldn’t fucking calm myself down near her.
We were lost in my bed, under a mountain of covers, hiding from everything in the world.
There wasn’t anywhere else I wanted to be.
I turned my head and looked at her.
I moved my hand from her breast to her face.
I tucked her hair behind her ear.
The urge to kiss her was pretty wild, but if we started kissing the way I wanted to…
This was about sex.
Wild, hot, amazing sex.
“Can I do the worst thing possible right now?” Bree asked.
“Are you going to tell me I wasn’t good in bed?” I asked. “Because we both know that’s a lie.”
“Confidence is sexy, Sab. Cockiness isn’t.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No.”
“So, then it’s not being cocky. It’s being right.”
Bree shook her head. “I can’t believe I’m in bed with you.”
“Is that the worst possible thing right now?” I asked. “You in bed with me? Or are you going to ask me to leave my own bed?”
“If I did ask, what would you do?”
“For you, I’d leave.”
Bree smiled. “We’re drunk, Sab.”
“Yes, we are. But we’re here.”
“Yeah, we’re here… and I need to talk to you like a friend…”
“Ouch,” I said. “We fuck and now we’re friends again.”
“Sab…”
“Sorry,” I said. “You want to get dressed and talk?”<
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“Yeah,” she said.
I leaned closer and kissed her one more time.
“Had to,” I whispered.
I slipped out of the bed, grabbed my jeans and walked out to the balcony.
Outside, I gripped the railing tight, hating that I had to give Bree privacy to get dressed.
I wasn’t done with her.
I wanted more.
I craved more.
But I understood it.
She joined me outside, wearing a hoodie and panties.
Now that was a fucking sight.
I took a breath. “What’s going on, Bree?”
She leaned against the railing. “You were right. Before. About grieving and all that. The only time I really try to process it is when it’s forced on me. Like that new song you and the band play.”
“That’s why it’s your song,” I said.
She looked at me.
She was beautiful.
Just so simply beautiful. She was always beautiful. I always told her that too. When some fucking moron would break her heart or something, I would always make sure she knew it wasn’t her. And then I’d go beat the shit out of the guy that hurt her.
“What would you do, Sab?”
“About what?”
“That letter from my mother. I’m adopted. She gave me the names of my birth parents. What do I do with it?”
“Only you can decide that one.”
“Come on. Play the game. We’re drunk. We just had sex. My whole world is spinning faster than I can keep up.”
I put my arm around her and then moved behind her.
I stood her up tall and wrapped my arms around her.
“Deep breath and make the world slow,” I whispered. “Just answer the question without thinking… do you want to meet your birth parents?”
“Yes,” she said.
“So then what’s the worry?”
“That’s not fair,” she said. “I’m no thinking clearly.”
“I think you are,” I said. “You have every right to know the truth. Your mother wanted you to know this. It sucks she decided to tell you after her death, but at least you know the truth. It doesn’t take away what you had with your mother. She was a good person, Bree. And I am so sorry that she’s gone.”
“She liked you,” Bree said. “She always liked you. Which surprised me. Because you were the biggest jerk ever.”
“She liked me because she knew I’d never let anyone hurt you. And I didn’t.”
“Until you left.”
Bree put her head back to my chest.
“Well, then you need to make a list,” I said.
“A list?”
“Every guy that hurt you,” I said. “I’ll track them down and punch them in the jaw for you.”
“What if it’s a really long list?”
I swallowed hard. “Then I’ll be a busy guy.”
Bree laughed. “I’m glad we can talk like this, Sab.”
“Me too.”
“I’m going to figure this out.”
“I can always help,” I said. “Use me, Bree.”
She looked up at me. “I think I just did.”
I smiled.
It was a rock star’s dream.
A beautiful woman in my arms, after sex, her admitting she used me for sex…
“I’m tired,” Bree whispered.
“Then let’s get you to bed, babe,” I said.
I picked her up and she let out a yelling cry and laughed.
I carried her back into the bedroom and gently placed her down on the bed.
“Close your eyes,” I said.
“You know I love you, right, Sab?” Bree asked.
Her eyes were already starting to flutter.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I love you too, Bree.”
I covered her up and walked away from the bed.
When I saw her bags on the floor, open, I crouched down and found the letter from her mother.
I understood why she was confused.
It was a bombshell to leave behind.
Bree would never be able to talk to her mother about it. Ever.
But she had me.
I wanted her to know that too.
I wasn’t there as just a friend. Or just a rock star. Or just some guy she could fuck.
I wanted…
More.
16
BREE
I was stuck halfway between a dream and waking up.
I felt the sun hitting my face because we apparently forgot to close the mechanical blinds in the bedroom. At the same time, I was in this dream where Sab was… between my legs.
His tongue. Flickering. Tasting me.
Making it known that I tasted good.
My cheeks burned red hot.
It was hotter between my legs though.
I had never felt a man do what he…
My eyes opened and I popped up on my elbows.
I looked down at myself.
I was in a hoodie.
I had panties on.
I looked around the room.
Sab wasn’t in bed with me.
That didn’t mean… we…
I took a slow breath.
I sat up and touched my cheeks.
My face was red hot, just like in the dream that wasn’t a dream.
That was a fucking memory.
Sab and I…
Fucked.
I threw the covers off my body and climbed out of the bed.
Yesterday’s whiskey was today’s headache, and that thing hit me hard.
The sun felt blinding, like nails being pushed into my eyes.
I managed to get myself fresh clothes and I ran to the bathroom.
I only turned on the small light in the shower itself.
It was bright enough to see and dim enough that it didn’t hurt to open my eyes.
As I showered and my hands touched my body, I thought about Sab.
The places he touched.
The places he kissed.
Those moments we could never take back…
I shut my eyes and stepped under the amazing shower head and held my breath.
I finished the shower and told myself the night was gone. Which it was. It was a new day. I was showered. What was done was done.
I dried off and got into fresh clothes.
I expected to see Sab waiting for me in bed…
Sitting on the bed with his jeans unbuttoned. Leaning back. Showing off his amazing body. That smirk on his face, knowing how good he is with his tongue and his cock…
The room was empty and I chased away the thoughts.
But I couldn’t avoid Sab for long.
I was in his house.
And we had to talk about last night.
Sab wasn’t shirtless when I found him outside.
He stood in the sun, head back, sunglasses on his face.
A bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“Hitting it hard again?” I asked.
“Good morning, babe,” he said to me. “This is called hair of the dog… take a sip. It’ll help with your headache.”
“Who says I have a headache?”
“Bree, you have a pounding headache. I can tell. And I know because yesterday was a long day and night.”
I swallowed hard and took the bottle from him.
I took a sip. Then another.
Then a third.
And that was it for me.
I gave him the bottle back.
“Sab… we have to talk.”
“That doesn’t sound good,” he said.
“It’s… the truth.”
“About?”
“Last night,” I said.
Sab turned to face me and lifted his sunglasses up to his head. “What about last night?”
“That was…” I swallowed hard again. “We can’t do that again, Sab. You know? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret it. Not at all. I think we’ve been waiting for that for a long time
. All that tension and wonder between us. You know?”
“Yeah, I know,” he said.
“But we’re… we’re friends, Sab. Sebastian. That’s how I know you. I don’t want to piss you off or anything. I don’t want to be in your way either. I mean, if you want to bring someone else home.” I touched my hair. “I don’t even know what I’m saying right now. I’m not staying here for much longer. I don’t think. I mean, I have to think. I have to figure something out. I have to…”
Sab closed in on me. He put the whiskey bottle in my hand and cupped my face with both his hands.
“Bree,” he whispered. “Calm down. I know where you’re coming from. Last night was amazing. I meant everything I said. I meant everything I did. I’m not looking to kick you out or anything either. I’m still the same guy you knew back then. I’m going to protect you. It’s just… last night…”
“Can we just pretend it never happened?”
“Not a chance in hell,” Sab said with a grin. “But I know what you mean. I won’t be putting any moves on you, okay? I’m not going to hold your hand like we’re running off to get married. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said. “Thank you, Sab. I wish we-”
“No wishing,” he said. “Just be here with me. Well, actually, you need to go pack a bag.”
“For what?”
“We’re hitting the road today.”
“Who is?”
“We are, babe. The band. And you. I told you about it. We’re taking a tour bus to a show. For the fuck of it.”
“A tour bus?”
“Yeah,” Sab said. “Actually, if you want to get technical, we have two shows. We’re going to take the tour bus to the first show. Then sleep at a hotel. Play another show. Sleep at a hotel again. Then come back to LA.”
“Why…”
“Our driver, Bill. He’s got some family he wants to see. We have it worked out that he can take the bus. Helps him out. And it pisses everyone else off. It’s been a while since we’ve been on a bus. And I want you to experience all of the rock star life while you’re here.”
“Tour bus,” I said. “Sounds great.”
Sab grinned at me.
A tour bus… with Sab…
And the band.
That was the key.
I had to make sure the rest of Filthy Line was around us.
Because being alone with Sab…
I could no longer trust myself.
We pulled into an empty parking lot and when I saw the tour bus, I let out a laugh.
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