Fuck, that turned me on.
I fucking loved that she wasn’t shy or hesitant about anything she wanted.
My cock throbbed, starting to harden again, confused about whether we were coming or going here…
Coming. Definitely coming.
At least, she was gonna be coming if I had anything to say about it. Fast and hard and several times.
I nudged my middle finger against her tight little asshole, stroking; she was smooth there, like she was pretty much everywhere else, everything neatly shaved or waxed. She squirmed hungrily, moaning. I glanced up at her in her see-through bra, leaned back on the mirror, her hair falling out of the bun she’d tied it in under the wig.
“Let your hair down,” I growled.
She untied it, shaking it out around her shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I told her. Then I dove back in, slicking my tongue over her clit again and again as she cried out. I swept my fingertip over her tight opening again, pressing gently, and I felt her relax, opening a bit under the pressure.
When she made those little mewling, helpless noises, her thighs going limp around my face, I pushed into her.
Smooth. Hot. Velvet…
Squeezing me.
Her gasps and cries got louder as I worked her, both holes, screwing my fingers as deep as I could get them as she bore down on me. Then I sucked on her clit, and I felt the shudders deep inside her body as she let go.
She cried out, screaming as I wrung the orgasm from her. Her whole body shuddered and shook, and I just kept stroking, sucking, licking until she eventually sagged beneath me and pawed weakly at my neck.
I slid my fingers out of her and kissed her pussy, her thighs, her stomach.
I met her eyes, and she gazed at me, looking bleary and speechless.
“You want another one of those, sweetheart?” I asked her, my voice thick with lust.
“Yes… please,” she said weakly.
I reached to grab my dick out of my pants, standing up. I was hard again, and shifted my hips into place. “I want to fuck you again.”
Her eyes went wide with appreciation, and I shoved into her. I fucked her hard and as fast as I could manage, slamming myself against her clit, over and over, as she gasped and tried to keep up. She clawed at my ass and ground herself against me. Her head snapped back and she met my eyes, right before she came again.
I felt her pussy shuddering, gripping me, and she fell back against the mirror again.
“Oh my God…” she breathed.
My chest fucking swelled at that look of satisfaction on her face.
I kissed her as she went limp. I was still fucking her, slowly. I was still hard. I didn’t think I could actually come again so soon, but being inside her felt so fucking good. She was hot and so soft and wet… And the feel of her all weak and spent beneath me made the caveman in me ridiculously satisfied.
“Can I… can I get you off again?” she asked, barely able to speak.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m fucking fine.” I kissed her, deep and slow, as her pulse thudded through her body, gradually slowing. Then I pulled my mouth away, just a bit. “You know what you can do for me, though?”
She looked up into my eyes.
“No afterparty tonight,” I told her. “I want to take you home. Alone.”
“I want to make you come again,” she breathed.
I groaned, pulling out of her. I blew out a breath. “Deal.” I did up my pants, awkwardly, fighting down the hard-on. “At your place. I want you on your knees in your studio with that hot ass of yours in the air.”
She lit up with a big, sex-satisfied smile. “I like your style, Ronan Sterling.”
I like your everything.
I caught my breath as I watched her trying to sort out her tangled panties; they’d ended up hooked around one ankle, caught on her sexy shoe. I sat down on the small couch and just watched her get dressed without another word.
Yeah. I was falling for her. There was no question of that in my mind.
I wondered if she knew it, too.
I wondered if I’d love it, or if it would scare me to death.
I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing. I’d never been in this position before.
I’d definitely never come close to falling in love with one of my clients.
Bodyguards didn’t fall in love.
They weren’t supposed to get all wrapped up in the lives of their clients, and they definitely weren’t supposed to fall in love with them.
And yet… that was exactly what I was doing.
It wasn’t just the hot-as-fuck sex.
It wasn’t just how she looked or the primal turn-on of being in the position of protecting her.
It was her.
I knew who I was and what I wanted. I knew my own mind.
I knew my own heart. Cold and dead as it once was…
Right now, it was pumping with life. And Summer Sorensen was about to steal it right out from under me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Summer
My band and I were hanging out at an event. Another VIP listening party, for yet another album release that wasn’t ours.
I was getting envious of this shit.
But I showed up, like Brody asked me to do. I made my rounds, made sure I was seen, and I took note of who was here. Because they all better be at the album release party for my band next year.
This party was for the latest album from another Vancouver-based band, Breakneck. They’d been recording in Toronto this year, and while there was a hell of a lot of gossip that the band was on the verge of imploding, they’d managed to finish the album; those rumors had been circulating steady for the last couple of years, but so far, still no breakup for Breakneck.
The first two singles off the album were releasing to the public at midnight, and we got to hear them first at the exclusive party at the Artemis Club. The album was damn good. And other than their lead guitarist Johnny O’Reilly’s general reputation as an egotistical asshole, the rest of the guys in Breakneck were cool.
I spent some time chatting with them, then made my way through the party, saying hello to everyone I knew.
The whole time, Ronan stayed close to me—definitely closer than Ash or Xander’s bodyguards stayed to them. But he didn’t touch me or join in the conversation, and I didn’t introduce him to anyone.
We’d been sleeping together for almost two weeks now, and to say neither of us could get enough would be an understatement.
The man was basically ruining me for any other lover.
I already knew that by the time we got back to the bed and breakfast after our first fuck in that car, and he took me on the bed—after making out with me as he undressed me and kissing me all over, for like an hour. Whatever professional reservations he’d had about touching me before that night had obviously been abandoned in favor of unleashing his alpha self all over me.
And I was totally there for it.
I’d been there for it daily ever since.
I couldn’t imagine ever getting bored with this man. Which was… thrilling. And, honestly, ever-so-slightly terrifying.
It put me in a position of fearing having to lose him. But that was the way it went, right? The men I’d loved the most were always the ones I feared losing the most. And of course, I’d lost them all.
For the better, in the end.
Since we were in the early days of this relationship and I was feeling totally smitten with this man, though, I couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever losing him.
I really didn’t see any reason why I’d ever have to lose him. There were no warning signs of impending disaster. There was no drama and no real conflict between us.
Other than the whole secret thing.
I didn’t love that out relationship, so far, was a secret. But Ronan had asked that we keep it one. For now.
He seemed more comfortable with playing bodyguard when we were in public than being my
man, so I’d play along for a while. I knew he was still concerned about my safety, so it was hard to be annoyed about it.
Especially when I looked at that face… and found him watching me the way he did.
I looked at him now, as we reached the table where my band was sitting. I’d already greeted them earlier, and they’d saved a seat for me. I took a sip of my drink, and Ronan held my gaze. He was standing just a few feet away, between me and the crowd, and his eyes said it all.
Sex.
I wasn’t sure exactly what he had in mind, but it definitely involved a whole lot of nakedness. His gaze dragged down my body in my slinky, emerald-green jumper. I looked him over, in his black dress shirt and jeans, and hell, yes. I had naked plans for him, too.
I knew the man’s body in detail by now, but it still needed further study, of course. The scattering of tattoos up his arms, the soft hair sprinkled across his chest, the pinkish-brown color of his nipples… the veins in his cock.
I was already considering the where and when of our next heated countdown-to-bliss, and the various ways I was gonna make him lose his shit.
I would’ve loved to blow this whole party off, but I’d promised Brody I’d be here, and he and Elle hadn’t even arrived yet.
And anyway, I really needed to put in some face time with my band. I hadn’t exactly been accessible lately.
More like locked away naked with my bodyguard, working our way through every position in the Kama Sutra.
I plunked my ass down with Ashley, Xander, and their girlfriends. Ronan leaned on the half-wall next to our table, which separated it from the dance floor. Close enough to overhear some of our conversation, maybe.
He could’ve reached out and touched me.
He didn’t, of course.
“Please tell me Matt has quit Dirty,” I said dramatically.
Everyone at the table looked at me.
“What?” Ash said.
“He’s flying home from tour as we speak,” I fantasized aloud, “and Jesse changed his mind about coming home. Jesse’s staying on the road with Dirty, you’re staying here, and the Players are going into the studio next week to start writing and recording our album.”
Ash smirked. “Sorry. Not what I’ve heard.”
“Damn. I was really hoping.”
“Anxious to get our band off the ground?” Xander inquired.
“Hell, yes. I’m fucking bored already.” I was. Musically and professionally. Sexually, not so much… “Aren’t you guys bored?”
“Yup,” Xander said.
Ash slipped his arm around Danica, who was sitting on his lap. “Nope.”
Danica grinned and kissed him, her soft butterscotch-colored hair falling over them like a curtain for a moment. They were always going at in public. But it wasn’t exhibitionism; when the two of them kissed, I was pretty sure they legit forgot anyone else was here.
I glanced at Xander, who kinda rolled his eyes. His girlfriend, Courteney, was sitting next to him; she smiled and sipped her drink. Courteney was a pretty blonde eighteen-year-old who, despite her age, had become an integral part of our group pretty fast.
I liked my bandmates’ girlfriends, thank God.
“Don’t you all find these album release parties depressing?” I pressed.
“Fuck, yes,” Ash said as he came up for air.
“Good. I was getting worried.”
“It’s easier for him,” Xander said. “He’s going on tour with Dirty. He’s gonna get his fix in a major way. While we sit here, fucking bored, in waiting mode.”
I frowned at Ash. “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.”
He laughed.
I clinked my cocktail glass against his pint of beer so he’d know I was kidding. I was just feeling a tiny bit frustrated with the whole waiting game.
I wanted to be done with making music alone in my basement studio, and go into a real studio with my band. I wanted to be “in the zone” with them, and maybe with Ash, especially. I missed him and his whole chaotic, energetic vibe.
We’d gotten pretty close these last few years, in an unexpected way.
Especially since I broke up with the first serious boyfriend I’d had after our relationship ended—the coke-snorting mortgage broker—and we really started hanging out again.
But this summer, he’d been preoccupied with Danica, and we’d barely even been doing our “vortex” music listening sessions together. Every time I saw him, he was with his girlfriend.
He was in love. And I was happy for him. Danica was in love with him, clearly, and if anyone deserved that, it was Ashley, after all he’d been through in his previous relationships.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who’d ended up breaking his heart.
But I was now in a secret relationship I couldn’t yet talk about, which meant the other people at this table were gonna have to carry this conversation.
“Alright, ladies,” I told the girls, “entertain me. I need gossip from the trenches. Tell me how your relationships with these handsome men are going.”
“Gossip?” Danica’s fingers played in Ashley’s hair. I was almost surprised she’d even heard me. “What do you mean, gossip?”
Yeah, so she was over the moon about her boyfriend’s perfection, as always. No gossip there.
“Oh! I have gossip,” Courteney offered. “Xander’s suuuper annoyed that Lucas hooked up with Jordan.”
“Thanks, babe,” Xander grumbled, and took a swig of his drink.
“Lucas?” Ash said, and we all glanced over at Xander’s bodyguard, who was hanging out in a nearby corner. And was now probably wondering why we were all looking at him.
“Lucas hooked up with your assistant?” I said. “How delicious.” I looked around but I didn’t see Jordan anywhere. “Is she here tonight?”
“Yes, he did,” Xander grumbled. “And no, she isn’t. I told them I didn’t wanna see it.”
Courteney grinned, putting her arm around her man’s shoulders. “He’s a little sore about it.”
“I told him not to mess with her. Now what if they break up and she quits? I need her.”
“She’s not gonna quit,” Courteney said. “She really likes Lucas,” she added, leaning toward me. “Like, really. They’ve been going at it hot and heavy, like, every night.”
Xander downed the rest of his drink.
“I thought Jordan was a lesbian,” I said bluntly.
“So did I,” Xander said.
“She’s not,” Courteney said. “Or at least… maybe she’s into both flavors, if you know what I mean?’”
We all knew what she meant.
Xander looked at Ash—who was pretty openly bisexual—with desperate hope. “You think she’ll get bored of him, quick? Go back to the rug munching?”
“Ugh,” Danica said. “Do you have to call it that? I thought you respected Jordan a little more than that.”
“I do respect Jo,” Xander said. “And I don’t fault her tastes. I enjoy a good rug munching myself.” Courteney smacked his shoulder. “I’m just hoping Ash might assure me that Lucas could never satisfy her for long, and she’ll go back to women, no hard feelings. And my life can go back to normal.”
“How does who your assistant is fucking affect your life?” Ash inquired.
“The mental image of Lucas giving her dick affects me. It’s the stuff nightmares are made of.”
Ash snorted. “I’m sure she knows she has options. If she’s choosing your bodyguard, there’s a reason.”
“Who’s choosing Xander’s bodyguard?” Danica’s best friend, Taylor, appeared, peeling off her coat.
“Tay!” Danica leapt up off Ash’s lap to hug her friend. Then she turned and gestured at us. “You know everyone, right?”
Taylor glanced at us, and when she met my eyes, I smiled. Danica’s bestie was another pretty blonde, but where Danica was the definition of sweet, Taylor exuded effortlessly cool. She had a rock ’n’ roll vibe about her that I liked. She
wore a little black dress pretty much every time I saw her, had a wrist tattoo and she was all lips and boobs, in a natural way.
“Yeah,” Taylor said, sitting down next to Ash as he poured her a glass of beer from his pitcher. “We’ve only met a thousand times now.” She raised her beer in cheers and we all toasted. “Sorry I’m late. My boss is an asshole. So, who’s choosing your bodyguard, Xander?” She sipped her beer and Xander groaned.
Clearly he’d hoped we’d moved on to other things.
“His assistant, Jordan, is screwing his bodyguard, Lucas,” Danica filled her in, settling onto Ash’s lap again. She looped her arms around his neck. “And we’re thrilled about it.”
“Actually,” Xander corrected her, “we’re not.”
“We’re just saying,” Danica said. “She probably wouldn’t fuck him unless she really liked him.”
“Great,” he muttered.
“You know, people can change. Or their desires can shift. Evolve…” Danica went on, as Ash played with her hair. “Who knows? Maybe she’s experimenting. Maybe she’s not gay at all. Or maybe she has room in her heart for all kinds of people.”
As she spoke, I studied Ashley.
Seeing him with Danica, the way he looked at her… I had the same questions in my mind that I’d had when I was with him. The ones about how many people he had room for in his heart.
And I wondered if Danica would be his one and only, forever.
I’d always believed Ash wanted to be shared, that he wasn’t, at his heart, a monogamous person—no matter what he said about it. And I didn’t see that changing.
But hey, I’d been wrong before.
And as much as I’d love to poke my nose in, it wasn’t my business anymore.
“Okay. Hate to break it to you, Xander,” Taylor said, “but Lucas is hot. And ladies talk. I’ve heard he has a pretty big dick—”
“I’ve heard that, too,” Courteney put in cheerily.
“Long,” Danica agreed, “as opposed to girthy.”
“Jesus Christ,” Xander grumbled.
“And Jordan may not be as gay as you hoped if she’s letting him drill her with it,” I concluded. I took a sip of my drink and smiled at Courteney. “Helpful?”
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