Trouble Brewing

by Selena Kitt

  “Fuck you!” I laughed, yanking him back, my hands behind his neck, fingers moving through his already wet hair. I wanted to drink him in with my eyes, memorize every bit of his face, the stubble on his cheeks shining with little beads of water, but I didn’t want to waste another minute with my eyes open.

  So, I went up on tiptoe and kissed him so hard he actually winced. Then I bit his lip for good measure and he growled and bit mine back, pulling and gnawing on my lower lip, then sucking it, making it fat between his. It was like he was trying to turn me inside out, splay me wide open for his pleasure, and I was more than happy to oblige.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered when we parted, my lips already aching for more of his kisses. I really was an addict—and now I was addicted to him. “You aren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.”

  “I left early.” He nosed my wet hair aside and started trailing kisses down behind my ear, sending delightful shivers down my spine. “I wanted to be here last night. I wanted to be here before you. I wanted to surprise you.”

  “You succeeded,” I told him with a snort.

  “Surprise?” He lifted his head to grin at me and I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or hit him, so I did both, although the latter was just a girl-punch to his solidly muscled bicep.

  “I’ll say!” I choked. “It was like a scene out of psycho. I was ready to beat you over the head with the shower massage.”

  “I can think of better uses for that shower massage.” He cocked one wet, bronze eyebrow at one of the removable nozzles.

  “Oh hellz no.” I traced a fingernail down the center of his chest, following his midline down, down, down. “We don’t need no stinkin’ shower massages, señor. Not when I’ve got this…”

  Air hissed between his teeth when my fingers reached his cock. It was already half-hard and stiffened even more in my grip.

  “I can’t believe you’re here,” I murmured, watching his dark eyes grow even darker as I lazily stroked him. “Am I dreaming?”

  “No, baby.” His hips moved, matching my rhythm. “I am. You’re my dream, and it’s finally coming true.”

  His mouth covered mine and I melted against him.

  The heat of the water rose all around us, but we were making our own heat now. I’d dreamed about us coming together like this, like two missing pieces, but had never really believed it was going to happen like that. That gnawing little rodent in my head had squeaked long and hard enough to make me doubt. Enough to make me dread the awkward silences, the feeling that we were strangers to each other, that we hardly had enough sober time together to know who we were, let alone to discover who we were together, as a couple.

  But none of that happened. Not even for a minute.

  “I can’t believe you’re h—” I whispered, but Tyler didn’t let me finish my sentence or even my thought.

  We’d been apart far too long. My desperate need for him was matched by his own for me. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, running my palms over the smooth, wet planes of his back and shoulders, my mouth opening under his, surrendering to the force of his tongue.

  “Tyler, oh God, Tyler,” I cried, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me up against the tile, the heat of his cock trapped between our bellies—I just wanted him inside of me, now and forever.

  The needling spray was softer here in the corner, but Tyler paused his onslaught to reach over and turn a knob. I gasped and looked up in wonder as the multi-directional spray of water ended, and then began to fall from the ceiling like rain.

  But I didn’t have time to remark on it, because Tyler was kissing me again, his hands moving over my body like a blind man reading Braille, expertly memorizing every soft shape and curve, my skin communicating all on its own.

  My whole body screamed for him. I sucked his tongue, greedy, aching, but Tyler wasn’t having it. His fingers played me softly, coaxing cries from my throat with every stroke. My nipples hardened in his mouth and my clit throbbed under his rocking palm, as he pinned me to the wall, a splayed butterfly, completely caught. He kissed me all over, and I cried out when he went to his knees before me, spreading my legs wide.

  And he kissed me there, too.

  Soft, warm rain fell on my upturned face as I climaxed for him.

  It was all for him, every bit of it. Tyler buried his face in me and moaned like a drowning man who thought dying would be a final, glorious release. I shuddered and dug my nails into his shoulders, and he grabbed my hips, holding me against the tile when my knees threatened to buckle.

  “Ty,” I whispered, my fingers tangled in his thick, wet, dirty-blonde hair.

  He looked at me, water falling onto his upturned face, and I saw everything I needed to know in his eyes. He gave a low growl, rubbing prickly stubble over my shaved mound, up my belly, over my breasts, taking hungry nips of my skin along the way, making me moan and tremble in the aftermath of my orgasm.

  “You fucking break me,” he croaked, hooking his arms under my knees and hefting me against the tile. “I can’t stop wanting you, needing you. Goddamnit, Katie, I’m so fucking crazy for you, I can’t even think straight. I couldn’t wait to get home to you. I don’t even know who I am without you anymore.”

  I knew exactly what he meant.

  Everything else disappeared when we were together. Somewhere out there, a planet was turning on its axis, and people were living their lives, but not us. We were our own planet together, with our own center of gravity. I wasn’t me without him, either, and that should have scared me a little, but it didn’t. It felt righter than anything else ever had in my whole life.

  When he entered me, it was as if I was finally complete.

  I wanted to keep him forever inside of me, my walls trembling with the effort to hold onto him. Tyler moaned and buried his face in my wet hair, his chest crushing the breath out of me, not that I cared.

  Then he began to move.

  I was slick and more than ready for him, as we rocked together in the rising heat of the shower. We could have been in the Amazon somewhere or a prehistoric jungle. I lost all sense of time and place when we were together like this.

  “Oh Katie,” he groaned, hands sliding down to grip my ass and tilt my hips, allowing him to slide even deeper into me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded against his neck, my arms wrapped tight around them. “Oh God, Ty, please… don’t…”

  “I can’t,” he panted, thrusting fast and hard, pounding me against the tile. My body was bent in half, pinned under his relentless weight, my knees hooked over his arms at the elbows, giving him complete control. “Oh fuck, Katie! Oh!”

  “Come for me,” I whispered, seeing his dark eyes flutter open to meet mine, a desperate hunger there. I saw him go past the point of no return, saw that line come and go, watched him give into the feeling as he shuddered against me.

  He gave a deep, primal cry as he came inside of me, and I realized in that moment, it was the first time I’d ever felt the white-hot pulse of his cum with no barrier between us. We’d always used condoms before.

  We didn’t say anything, not at first.

  I kissed his wet head, his cheek, rubbed mine against his, thrilling at the feel of his stubble, so wonderfully masculine. Slowly, Tyler’s breath returned to normal and he unhooked my legs, letting me slide slowly down so my feet were resting on the tile again.

  But he didn’t let me go.

  His arms stayed wrapped tightly around me, enveloping me. I don’t know how long we stood there, reveling in the touch of skin-on-skin, water falling all around us.

  Eventually, Tyler turned off the water and pulled me out of the shower. He shook his head like a dog coming out of a lake, making me laugh and hold my hands out against the spray.

  Then he wrapped a towel around his waist and sat on the closed toilet lid, pulling me between his thighs so he could dry me with another big, fluffy white towel. I let him rub me all over, not cold at all. Maybe it was bec
ause Tyler had turned the heat lamp on over our heads, but really, I thought it was because he was finally here. All of my other needs melted away.

  Maslow had missed a level in his hierarchy of needs, I decided. He’d missed the Tyler level. It came way before food, water and shelter, as far as I was concerned. But maybe Maslow had never met Tyler Cook.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Tyler kissed my navel, licking a stray water droplet from my belly. His hands moved over my now mostly dry skin, the towel he’d rubbed me down with abandoned on the floor. “My God, you’re so soft. How do you get so soft?”

  “I’m not that soft,” I said with a laugh, running my fingers through his wet hair. “You didn’t even give me a chance to shave my legs.”

  “We can get back in?” He canted his head toward the still-steamy shower.

  “No.” I straddled him, his arms going fully around me. “The next time we get wet, I want it to be a midnight swim.”

  “Midnight?” His eyebrows went up. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”

  “I know.” A slow smile crept over my face.

  “What are we going to do until then?”

  “What else?” I pressed my mouth to his, stroking his lips open with my tongue. Tyler’s arms tightened around me, and before I knew it, he was carrying me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

  I laughed when he tossed me onto his bed, whipping off his towel and crawling in after me. The bed that had seemed so vast and solitary when I’d contemplated spending a night alone in it now felt too small as we rolled all over its surface, chasing each other across the mattress. Shivering—the air out here was much cooler—I got under the covers, and Tyler followed me.

  “Did you lock the door?” I poked my head out when I heard a faint noise, somewhere down the hall.

  “Uhhhh...” He rolled me toward him, so we were belly to belly. “I think so…?”

  “No lying!” I protested with a laugh. “Remember the bed-rules.”

  “Okay, okay.” He laughed, too. Our first night together, we’d established those rules. It had been kind of joking, but also kind of not. “No, I didn’t lock it. I was too busy thinking about getting my hands on your hot little body.”

  “I haven’t thought about anything else for weeks.” I sighed happily, tucking my head under his chin. A perfect fit. We really were like two puzzle pieces. All our parts fit perfectly. We were quiet for a while, and I thought he might have fallen asleep. But then he spoke.

  “I came inside you,” he said softly, half-dreamily.

  “I know.” My smile spread a little wider. The memory of him filling me, finally, completely, that way, gave me a rush of feeling I didn’t even quite understand.

  But Tyler was quiet, thoughtful. I lifted my head to look at him and realized then what he was thinking. So, I reassured him.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He swallowed and nodded, his fingertips brushing my shoulder, stroking lightly. There was no way I was getting pregnant. I might have been the kind of girl who wouldn’t turn down a night with a rock star, but that kind of girl had to be careful.

  Maybe even more careful than the sensible ones.

  That had been Sabrina’s mistake, I thought. She thought she wasn’t that type of girl, and the first night she’d spent with Rob Burns had gotten her just a little bit preggers.

  “Do you want to know something?” His fingertips trembled against my back, and his voice caught. “I’ve never done it without a condom before. Ever.”

  “Ever?” I blinked at him, trying to let that sink in. “What about your first time?”

  “Condom.” He shrugged. “She had it on her, thankfully. I was fifteen.”

  “And every time since?” I was incredulous.

  Hadn’t there ever been a time when he was just carried away by the moment? That was why I’d put myself on the pill, to be honest. I knew I was far too spontaneous for my own good. It gave me a nice layer of protection against pregnancy, anyway, if not STDs.

  “You know Rob.” Tyler rolled his eyes and I laughed, remembering the giant bowl of condoms on the coffee table in Tyler’s hotel room the first night we’d been together. It was a prerequisite in all of Trouble’s rooms, and there’d been a huge cardboard box of them in the closet on the tour bus.

  Safety first was Rob’s motto.

  “He obviously didn’t follow his own advice,” I reminded Tyler, smiling.

  When I told my mother Sabrina had gotten pregnant—by a rock star no less, during a one-night stand—she had replied, shocked, “What? That’s not like her at all! That sounds like something you would do, Katie.”

  Thanks, Mom.

  But it hadn’t been me. It was Sabrina who had found herself in trouble. Smart, sensible, sane Sabrina. Go figure. Not that I could blame my mother for her disbelief. I never would have believed it either.

  “You could have grabbed a few on your way into the bathroom.” I glanced at Tyler’s bureau, where the dish I thought might hold candy sat full of condoms. It was his room—he had to know they were there.

  “I know.” He nodded, slipping a hand behind my neck and bringing my head closer so he could press his lips to the top of it. “I decided not to.”

  Decided not to.

  A conscious choice then. For some reason, that thought thrilled me.

  “I won’t get pregnant,” I reassured him, snuggling closer. “Don’t worry.”

  He was so quiet, I lifted my head to look at him again.

  “Are you worried?” I asked.

  “A little, I guess. I mean, birth control isn’t ever a hundred percent effective. Even condoms.”

  “Well, look at Rob and Sabrina. They didn’t mean for it to happen, but… they’re happy about it now.”

  “Yeah.” Tyler’s brow knitted as he stared up at the ceiling.

  “What would you do?” I asked, almost afraid to ask. “If I was?”

  “Katie…” He sighed, giving the slightest shake of his head.

  “I’m not,” I assured him again. Why couldn’t I leave it alone? I knew I should just let it drop, but for some reason, I couldn’t. “But… hypothetically. I mean, like you said, birth control isn’t a hundred percent effective, right? What if I did get pregnant? What would you do?”

  “Do?” He shrugged helplessly. “What could I do? It would be totally out of my control. That’s what scares me.”

  Was that it? I remembered something he said while we were on tour, when he first found out that Sabrina was pregnant with Rob’s baby. Sabrina told me first, and I’d let the secret slip to Tyler, making him swear on his life that he wouldn’t tell Rob before Sabrina got a chance to.

  I would never forget the expression on his face, something caught between abject horror and outright terror. Is that what I had to look forward to if, someday, Tyler and I decided to start a family?

  I knew I was getting ahead of myself—like way, wayyyyy ahead—but his reaction had bothered me then, and it still bothered me now.

  “What would you want, then?” I pushed, peering at him, studying his reaction.

  “I don’t know, Katie.” He stared at the ceiling, not looking at me.

  “Would you want me to get an abortion?”

  Katie, shut the fuck up.

  That voice in my head finally got through. What in the hell was I doing? Tyler had come home early to see me, and I was grilling him about some hypothetical future scenario that was probably never going to happen.

  Because Tyler was going to break up with me and kick me out of his house in three, two…

  “I don’t know,” he snapped.

  One.

  Hurt, I remained silent, feeling incredibly stupid for even bringing it up. Why had I turned Rob and Sabrina’s problem—which hadn’t turned out to be so much of a problem, really, since Rob’s reaction to the news hadn’t been the break-up Sabrina anticipated, but a proposal—into my own? Tyler and I had enough to deal with and work through without adding hypothetical scenario
s to the mix.

  “I’m sorry.” Tyler turned toward me, pulling my hip so we were face to face, belly to belly. “Hey, listen, no fighting, remember? That’s my bed-rule.”

  “I remember.” How could I forget? Our first night together. I traced my finger down the center of his chest. “And we’re not fighting. We’re talking.”

  “It feels like fighting.” He scowled.

  “Does this feel like fighting?” I bridged the short distance between us, pressing my lips to his. His mouth was tight, stiff, but it slowly softened under mine. I felt him give in a little, sliding a hand to my lower back, pressing me tighter against his body.

  “It’s not you.” Tyler didn’t open his eyes when we parted. Instead he kept them closed, pressing his forehead to mine. “Katie, I… if we could have a million babies that would turn out just like you, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I swear to God.”

  “A million Katies?” I snorted. “You’ve got your hands full with one, mister.”

  “That’s true.” He grinned, his hand moving down to cup a handful of my ass. Slowly his smile faded, his expression turning serious again. “I just… there are certain things I don’t want to pass on. They’re just starting to find out how much gets passed on in our genes. It’s bad enough I have to be… that I’m the way I am. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else.”

  “You mean your hands?” I took them in mine, brushing his knuckles with kisses, pressing the callouses on the pads of his fingers against my lips.

  Tyler had confessed, while we were on the tour bus, that he’d been diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. He hadn’t told anyone, not even his best friend, bandmate and housemate, Rob—but he’d told me. It had been one of the reasons he started self-medicating so much while we were on the road.

  “Yeah, that.” He frowned at our hands as I pressed my palm to his, then linked our fingers. “But that’s… not all.”

  “Well then, what?” I wrinkled my nose at him. “Are you a carrier for some strange fatal birth defect or something?”

  I realized how that sounded, as soon as it was out of my mouth, and could have kicked myself. Because, oh my God, what if he really was? What if there was some horrible disease that ran in his family, and I’d just made light of it?