“What did you say to Reed?” she asked delicately.
“I told him that I loved you and that he better get rid of the orgy taking place in the living room because I didn’t want my girl feeling uncomfortable being in our condo.” I sat beside her, placing my hand on her thigh.
A small smile peaked at the corner of her mouth, but trepidation was lingering around her like a bad odor. “That used to be you.” She didn’t phrase it as a question – she said it knowingly.
I swallowed, my panic rising and worried that what she encountered had made her realize that I wasn’t who she wanted; that I wasn’t good enough to have her. I couldn’t lie and say, ‘No babe, I’m a saint. I didn’t fuck every girl that rubbed my cock.’
As much as I wished I could say that what she saw wasn’t who I used to be, I told her the truth. “Yeah, it was.”
I paid close attention to her expression. Her face crumpled, and she profusely fidgeted like she always did when she was nervous or bored.
Placing my hand over hers, relaxing her fingers that didn’t want to sit still, I said, “It was all before you, babe. It was before you appeared to me on the side of a highway. Before you turned my world upside down with wishing and dreaming for things I didn’t know I wanted, or better yet, was worthy enough to have.”
Eyes meeting mine, she asked, “Am I what you were referring to, that night after Buck’s in my room??” She was deeply searching my face, a concerned crease knitted in her brows. It was a look that was all too new to me.
I remembered everything I’d said to her that night even though I was pretty buzzed. I remembered how badly I wanted to hold her and kiss her, and I remembered how fucking disgusted I felt looking at her knowing I had just banged not one, but two for-get-her fucks in the back.
“You are exactly what I was referring to, Country. You don’t know how badly I wanted you. I just tried to talk myself out of it because I felt like I didn’t deserve you, that you deserved better than me.”
“Oh, Hollywood.” Grabbing each side of my face, she lunged herself on top of me, knocking me back flat on the bed. Her tongue skimmed across my lips and I parted them, giving her free range of my mouth. I kissed her back, telling her just how much I needed her with the passion I forced into it. “You deserve anything you want,” she murmured in my mouth.
“I’ve got everything I could ever want right here. Nothing could amount to you.”
A moan hummed across her lips. Before long, her shorts along with her shirt were decorating the floor as well as my own clothes. Skin as smooth as silk, I ran my hand up her thigh and hip, around to her back, unlatching the one thing preventing me from seeing those full, enticing tits. I tossed it to the floor with the rest of our clothes and admired the image straddling me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I contently sighed, pulling her down against my chest.
She kissed below my ear, causing my dick to twitch in response. “Ooh...someone likes that? Or should I say something?” She wiggled against my hardness, the seduction in her making it harder. I wanted nothing more than to roll on top of her and bury my cock as deep as I could go, a place I could reside forever.
“Mr. Happy likes everything you do, baby.”
“Mr. Happy?” she sniggered, tilting her head to look at me. “And what happened to babe?”
“Yes, Mr. Happy,” I answered. “When I look at you, when I touch you, when you touch me...he becomes very happy. And you’re now my girl, so I traded the E for a Y. I think it shows ownership that you are mine.”
“Ha, you are an idiot,” she laughed while she massaged her tiny hands against my chest, gliding small fingers over my nipples, then gently tugged on the barbells.
“I’m your idiot,” I corrected, enjoying the sensation of her playing with my piercings. This granted me a sexy smile before she locked her lips to mine with a kiss that was equally as sexy.
Loving her control and the seduction she was using on me, but unable to resist any longer, I took hold of her hips and flipped her around underneath me. My sudden movement evoked a playful shriek to bless my ears. All the control I once held fucking flew out the window, and I shredded her purple silk panties with my bare hands.
Now naked and waiting for what I had to give her, I looked down at her bare body, studying the innocent beauty laid out before me. I relished the fact that I was the one who got to see her like this, that I was the one who got to bring pleasure to this beautiful body.
Wanting to take it slow, I let my lips travel with soft, open-mouthed kisses along her flat stomach while her fingers twisted and tangled in my hair. I moved my hand over her mound and slid a finger through her wet pussy lips, pushing it inside the tight channel where my dick was aching to be. She arched her hips and released a delicate moan that made me desperate—desperate to taste her.
Slowly, I drug my lips from her perfectly toned stomach down to the grounds where my mouth was watering to devour. I started to roll my tongue over her clit, causing blissful whimpers to leave her mouth as she parted her legs more. “You taste so fucking good,” I murmured against her hot flesh. The low moaning accompanied with the twisting and pulling of my hair only fueled my raging hard-on. “You like me licking your pussy?” I asked, taking another flick through her soaked folds, dragging the barbell in my tongue over her sensitive nub.
My question earned a sharp tug of my hair that she was desperately holding onto.
I pleased her with my tongue until I felt her tightening with a buildup that was threatening to crumble. It was a clenching force I wanted to feel around my dick. Removing my fingers, I started kissing my way back up her body. She arched her hips, rubbing her drenched pussy against my leg. “I think someone’s an eager- beaver,” I teased playfully, taking one of her perked nipples in my mouth.
“Oh God, Trevelin! I want...” Her words turned into whimpers as I sucked her budded nipple, tugging on it gently with my teeth.
“You want what, baby?” I asked, releasing her tight, pink nipple and continuing my way up to her neck.
“I want you...inside me,” she finished breathlessly.
A fulfilled smile tilted my lips at her request. “The only place I ever want to be.” I pushed off my boxers and I aligned my cock to connect with her, and she tensed as I slowly entered, moaning a sound that was damn near sexier than hearing her sing. I sank slowly, reveling in the feel of her inner muscles and warmth constricting around me.
After a few gentle thrusts, letting her body become reacquainted with mine, I began moving faster. “Fuck, baby...you feel so damn good,” I groaned in her ear. And she did. Me being the only guy ever blessed enough to touch this part of her made for a tight fit. And holy fuck, it felt too good to be real.
With each sound she whimpered or cried I traveled deeper, stroking harder. Sex with Country was like being a drug addict. The adrenaline rush you got was enough alone to get you high. Each time I got higher and higher, to the point I could die from an overdose. Like mother like son, I guess. At least mine was with love, not substance abuse. Big difference there.
A burn flamed across my back as her nails raked heavily down my skin. It was a pain that was welcomed and heated my arousal, scorching my soul. She started moving with me, rolling her hips, pulling me deeper and accepting every stroke with pleasure.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I tilted them slightly upwards, giving me the access to shift a little deeper. “Ahhh, Trevelin,” she cried, working her hips against mine. A shiver shot up my spine hearing her moan out my name. Moving her hair out of the way, I latched onto the side of her neck with my lips, tasting and suckling the tender skin, not caring if she marked easily. If she did, then so be it; it’d be proof to the world that I had her. That she was mine.
“That’s it, baby, work those fucking hips. Grind that sweet pussy against me,” I breathed down her neck.
“Why does that sound so hot?” she whimpered dreamily.
“Because it fuckin’ is. You like hearing me talk di
rty to you?” Intrigued, I looked down at her while keeping a steady pace, gliding through her wet, vice-like grip.
“Yes!” she shouted as I thrust into her harder.
I smiled, and at the same time thanking whatever force that made it possible for her to be in my life. “Good, I’ve got a fucking dirty ass mouth. Now make that tight little pussy come for me.”
She squirmed against me, rocking into my movements, forcing me deeper. Her muscles became fabulously tighter, squeezing me to the point I had to plead with myself not to come yet. I was pulled taut as a thin string that was bound to break any second.
“FUCKING COME!” I growled, increasing the friction I knew she needed to let go.
“Trev...oh my god,” she wailed, throwing her head back further into the pillow as her climax consumed her body, contracting those glorious muscles around my ready-to-explode dick.
“Izzy...I love you so fucking much.” I looked at her, mesmerized as I watched her tremble beneath me while she exploded. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I needed to blow my load, like right the hell now. Latching onto her hips, I drove into her with ruthless need. Her sounds mixed freely with my growls and I came hard and fierce.
I planted my head in the side of her neck, inhaling her flowery scent as our chest expanded and contracted together. Letting our bodies calm for a minute, I lifted my head and brushed her sex hair out of her face. I met her gorgeous blue eyes and muttered, “There is no way I could love anyone as much as I do you. You’re it for me. I hope you know that.”
“You’re it for me too, Hollywood.” She tilted her lips in a sated, happy smile that matched my own.
Both spent, we crawled under the covers together. Stretching out her arm, she tugged me to where my head rested next to hers over her outstretched arm as she wrapped the other one tightly around my body. The feeling was unmistakable. This tiny, delicate girl that possessed a shit-ton of sass had the power to create a feeling inside of me that I’d never felt before. A feeling of...home.
Sure I’d been skipped, tossed and thrown from house to house like a stone, but none of them were ever a place of security. None of them had that warmth to take hold of me, making me feel cherished and loved. Even my huge, empty house in Oregon didn’t have that ability. It being exactly just that...a house, not a home.
Country’s arms had that ability though, and it was a calming sense of freedom that cleansed my insides and ridded my darkness of any demons that threatened to keep me trapped in their lonely black hole.
Chapter Twenty One
Izzy
“Where are you taking me?” I giggled uncontrollably, blinded by a blindfold Trevelin had placed over my eyes. We were in one of the SUV’s being driven somewhere by Big Mac and some other security guy I’d never met before. I think Trevelin said his name was Tim – or was it Tom? I couldn’t remember.
Double-D was officially on Jace and Addie watch while Big Mac and this other guy was mine and Trevelin’s security. And it was very much needed. After what happened last night at the airport, things had become extremely chaotic. We couldn’t even leave through the front exit of the building on account that it was staked out by tons of paparazzi and fan photo buffs. In order to leave we were secretly escorted through the kitchen of the restaurant in the building and out the back exit.
It wasn’t only Trevelin and I who were sparking loads of attention. Jace and Addie’s relationship had made waves too, and now fans of the Knight Raiders were eating it up. Addie seemed to like the attention. I, on the other hand, loathed it. I mean, I knew our intention was to become recognized and hopefully get a record deal, but I figured it would be a slow process that I would leave room to adjust to the attention on the ride to fame.
Well, that didn’t happen. Being on tour with a highly famous rock band and being spotted with the lead singer alone on several occasions didn’t make the slow adjustment quite possible. We’d been shoved to the front of the line, and now everyone wanted pictures of the new country artists that had claimed two of the Knight Raiders.
Trevelin made sure no sooner than when his eyes opened this morning that he told me Happy Valentine’s Day, to which my return reply was, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HOLLYWOOD!” before I showered him with tons of birthday sex. He had no complaints. Afterwards he called Tucker and gave him a statement to release to the press.
The world now undoubtedly knew that Trevelin and I were officially an item. Trevelin couldn’t be any happier. Bless his heart, he had been smiling nonstop all day. I even told him that if he didn’t relax his cheek muscles every now and then, they were going to freeze into a permanent grin, causing him to forever resemble the cat from Alice in Wonderland.
Another huge grin took hold of his lips when I gave him his birthday presents. He joyfully opened the box while holding his Christmas present, Zeppelin, in his lap. I still couldn’t believe he named his dog that. He said Zeppelin was the most kick-ass band of all time and his dog deserved a kick-ass name. I didn’t argue.
When he’d pulled out the light green shirt with the words FOREVER COUNTRY written across the front, his eyes that were almost the same color lit up, practically doubling in size. I’d seen it a few days ago in some expensive store Addie had drug me into and I knew as soon as I saw it that I couldn’t leave without it. It made me think of the one he had made that said Dreaming of Country, which he wore often.
His new shirt was what he was wearing now, along with a dark pair of tight jeans that made his round butt look even more delicious. His other gift was a red microphone that was wrapped with a silver snake that had red crystals for eyes. It reminded me of his snake he seemed to love so much along with the one tattooed to his side, constricting a human heart. At least this one was squeezing a microphone and not an organ.
I felt horrible while opening my lovely gifts because I didn’t get him anything for Valentine’s Day. I didn’t know we would be together to celebrate. He eased my guilt by telling me I was his present. That I was all he wanted or needed. His affection made me smile like an idiot, and so did the stunning diamond encrusted guitar necklace and music note bracelet. Beautiful wasn’t the word for them. I’d instantly put them on and they were gracing my neck and wrist now.
“I said it’s a surprise. If I told then what would the surprise be?” Chills trickled through my skin from the nearness of his lips to my ear. The things he could do with those lips and, oh god, that tongue and its shiny little embellishment. I was having trouble sitting still just thinking about it.
“I’ll still act surprised when I see it. I’m really good at acting,” I muttered cutely.
“Is that so?” He touched the tip of my nose. “I hope last night and this morning weren’t your acting skills being tested.”
“No acting needed there, Hollywood.” I couldn’t see him due to the stupid blindfold that was still in place, but I could sense the gorgeous smile that glimmered on his handsome face.
“Glad to hear that. Maybe we can replay this morning’s session later. I’ll even let you kiss Mr. Happy,” he whispered heatedly next to my ear with loads of promise. Intense warmth pooled between my legs, but I suddenly remembered we were not in this vehicle alone.
“Trevelin,” I scolded, swinging my hand to smack him in the chest, but whatever I hit was much harder.
“Ouch...shit, Country. You trying to kill me?” he asked, sounding slightly humored.
Shaking the pain from my hand, I grumbled, “No, what the heck was that?”
“My head.”
“Well why was it that low?”
“I dropped my phone. You know, you have a serious fascination with hitting me. Or is it because you like feeling up my nipples?” There was nothing but straight fervor in his voice. It damn near set me on fire. I was pretty sure my panties were melting.
“Sorry,” I managed to whisper, but it came out raspy. “If you wouldn’t say things you shouldn’t around people that don’t need to hear then I would keep my hands to myself.”
“
I whispered,” he added to his defense in a whisper. “And I like it when you don’t keep your hands to yourself. Just minus the head whacking,” he chuckled. “However, there is another head you can—”
“Trevelin...”
“I know...other ears in the vehicle,” he laughed deeply, and other male laughter joined him. The blindfold was destined to disintegrate into ashes from the flame of embarrassment burning my face.
“I’m going to kick your butt.”
“I’m fine with that, but can it wait until later since we’re here?”
He laced his fingers through mine as the vehicle came to a stop. The sound of the door opening flooded my ears, and I was soon being guided from the seat to a full standing position. Fresh air breezed around me and the squawking of seagulls could be heard in the distance. We were near the ocean, if not on the ocean—still blind here.
“Watch your step, baby. And keep hold of my hand,” Trevelin said, placing the hand I wasn’t holding around my waist.
“How am I supposed to watch where I step if I can’t see?” It sounded a little sarcastic, but I knew he didn’t miss the amusement behind it.
“You know what I mean.”
Moments later and several attempts of keeping me on my feet and not flat to the ground, he brought us to a stop. His hand left mine and I could no longer feel him near me. I believe I heard him speaking to someone as I held out my hands to try and find him. I bet I looked like a moron. “Where are you going?” he laughed from somewhere in front of me.
“To find you.”
“I’ve only been two feet away,” he chuckled. “By the way, you look stunning as hell blindfolded. I think we’ll reuse it later when I let you kiss Mr. Happy.”
Oh, I liked the sound of that.
Rash-like chills blistered across my skin as a shiver traveled up my spine. I might’ve tried smacking him again considering there were probably other people within hearing distance, but I hadn’t a clue as to where he was standing, plus there was the fact that it affected me to the point where I became as still as a statue.
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