Wicked: The Complete Series

by Lily Graison

  She glanced around the pool, looking for Jessi and Christian, the band’s bass player. She didn’t see either of them and took a step backwards, making her way to the building before darting inside and hurrying down the hall. Mick’s cottage was only a few steps away from where she’d been standing but if anyone saw her enter, they’d have no doubt why she did. Sneaking around all week was now an everyday occurrence.

  Exiting through the back door, she hid behind the bushes lining the building, checking to see if anyone was looking her way before making a run for the back entrance of Mick’s cottage.

  He grabbed her the moment she opened the door.

  “It’s about damn time,” he said, slamming the door behind her. He lifted her, bracing her against the wall before kissing her breathless.

  His hands slid under her shirt, deft fingers unhooking her bra before he cupped her breasts in his palm. “It’s our last night, Tinker Bell. You going to grant me a wish?”

  “Depends on what the wish is,” she said, lowering her head to take his lips in a kiss. His tongue ring clinked against her teeth and she moaned as the kiss heated and turned the blood rushing through her veins to liquid fire.

  “I want to go where no man has gone before,” he whispered against her mouth. His hand cupped her bottom and he ground himself against her. “I want to pop the only cherry you have left.”

  “Oh God.” Faith moaned as Mick’s fingers dug into her ass through her jeans and she knew exactly what he wanted.

  “Give me my wish, Tink, and I promise you, this will be a night you’ll never forget.”

  ****

  Mick was momentarily blinded when he opened his eyes, the pain causing his stomach to heave. The rays from the sun reflecting off the pool shined through the edge of the curtains and pierced through his skull in bright flashes of light. He raised a hand and shielded his face, groaning when the small action caused his body to ache in places he hadn’t realized could ache.

  Slowly sitting up, he threw his legs over the side of the bed. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the light. He stared at the carpet, the blurry images littered around his feet coming into focus bit by bit. Empty tequila bottles and condom wrappers were scattered across the floor. A pair of lacy panties caught his attention and he smiled, leaning down to pick them up and letting them dangle from one finger. They were tiny and he grinned when he remembered sliding them off the little vixen he’d spent half the night making scream as she hurdled toward orgasm.

  Faith’s face materialized in his minds eye and he could still hear her screaming his name inside his head. Every inch of her petal white skin was branded into his memory. The delicious curve of her round bottom that filled his hands like ripe little melons was still felt and the way her eyes had glazed over with desire as she stared at him between her legs made his entire body ache.

  He was going to miss her.

  Tucking the memories of her into that tiny part of his brain very few women stayed, he tossed the panties to the bed and stood, wavering slightly as his head started spinning. The urge to throw up hit him moments later and grew with each passing second. A few deep breaths eased the unwanted reflex and he sighed when it passed.

  Stumbling over liquor bottles and empty Ben & Jerry ice cream tubs he searched the floor for a pair of pants. Finding a crumpled pair by the dresser, he leaned down to grab them, holding his head when he stood back up.

  The bathroom door opened suddenly and he looked up, startled. The object of his morning musings stumbled out into the room and he smiled. He dropped his pants and stared at her. “I was beginning to think you were a figment of my imagination. This is the first time all week you were still here when the sun came up.”

  She grinned and walked across the room, picking her shoes up. “I’ve always been here when the sun comes up,” she said. “You’ve just been to wasted to notice.”

  “Well, I’m noticing now.” He crossed the floor, stopping in front of her. “Since we’re both awake, you want to scream for me one last time?”

  She shook her head. “I have a flight to catch.”

  “Not for another two hours,” he said, taking her shoes from her hand and tossing them over his shoulder. “Do you know how many times I can make you come in that length of time?”

  A small shudder rippled through her body and he smiled. Reaching down, he ran his hand over her breast, cupping it through the material of her shirt. “Come on, Tinker Bell. I know you want me.”

  She stared up at him, her large green eyes mesmerizing him to the point he felt possessed. He’d had her every way under the sun and still, he wanted more. She was a tiny, warm burst of sunlight he’d lived too long without and giving her up was going to be hard. Not that he’d tell anyone. The less anyone knew about how he felt, the better off he was, particularly the little wisp of a girl standing in front of him.

  “I have to go before someone sees me.”

  He sighed and shook his head. “I still don’t know why you don’t want anyone to know you’ve been sleeping with me. Am I that much of an embarrassment?”

  “No,” she said, reaching out to grab his hand. “I’m not ashamed to be seen with you anywhere. I just don’t want Jessi to catch me sneaking out of your room, is all.”

  “Like she hasn’t been sneaking out of Christian’s all week?”

  “That’s different.”

  “Why?”

  She looked away. “It just is,” she said. “I don’t have time to explain it. It would just be better if no one knew.”

  “Fine. I don’t want to argue. I’d rather just get you naked and not talk about anything.”

  She laughed. “Although the offer is more tempting than anything I can think of, I can’t. I have to go.”

  The top of her head barely reached his chest. She stood only inches over five feet tall and was the shortest woman he’d ever been with. Making love to her was a challenge, him being six-one, but he’d taken the task to heart without a moments thought. He loved the fact she was so tiny and doll-like.

  When she started to walk away, he reached for her, hooking his hands under her arms and lifting her from the ground so she would be eye-level with him. “Come on, Tink. One for the road, eh?”

  She laughed. “Put me down and stop calling me Tinker Bell. I told you it was degrading.”

  “No its not. It suits you perfectly. You’re small enough to fit into my pocket but at the moment, I’d rather you be down the front of my pants.”

  She glanced down and raised one eyebrow at him. “You aren’t wearing any pants.”

  “Then you’ll have no problem filling that pretty mouth of yours with my dick.”

  “You, are an immoral human being, Mick Sheppard. I’m going to pray for your soul.”

  “You do that,” he said, turning and walking to the bed. He laid her down and covered her with his body. “Right after I here you scream to God for mercy.”

  He kissed her, forcing his tongue past her lips. His hand slipped under her shirt, cupping her breast, and deft fingers pinched her nipple into a hard peek. She moaned and sank into the bed, her legs wrapping around his hips.

  “I knew you wanted me,” he whispered against her lips. “That little pussy is probably already drenched waiting for me.”

  “Mick, I don’t have time,” she said, trying to sound convincing while running her fingers through his hair. “I have to pack and I have a hangover like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “It can’t be any worse than mine,” he said, lifting her shirt and pulling her breast from her bra. He licked her nipple before sucking it between his lips. “I specifically asked for a wish last night and I don’t remember getting it.”

  She forced a chuckle past her lips. “The way my ass feels this morning, I can tell you without a doubt that yes, you did get it.”

  “Mmm,” he said, “I’ll take your word for it.” He unsnapped her jeans, his hand crawling under the material and she gasped as his fingers slid between her folds. “W
et, just as I suspected.”

  “Mick…” Her protests were useless. He wasn’t listening and neither was the rational side of her brain. She had to pack and catch her flight but one feel of his talented fingers and she was putty in his hands. He had her naked moments later, his cock sliding into her wet heat with enough force to cause a small gasp to rip from her throat.

  “Faith, why do you feel so damn good?” he asked, panting for breath. “I could fuck you everyday for a year and never get enough.”

  He set a relentless pace, his hips driving into her without mercy and she gasped with every intrusion of her body. He loomed over her; her face was buried against his chest as she held on to him and she tried not to come. She could already feel spasms wracking her womb and knew it wouldn’t take much longer.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, her legs clamping around his hips, her fingers digging into his back and she groaned when he suddenly stopped.

  “Not this time, sweetheart,” he said, pulling out of her and flipping over onto his back. He reached for her, dragging her on top of him. “You’re not going to come until I say so. Now, ride me. I want to memorize every inch of you while you milk my cock.”

  Faith braced her hands on his chest and stared down at him as she lifted her hips and slowly slid back down. He was staring up at her, his lips parted while his hands mapped out every inch of skin he could touch.

  He wasn’t the type of man her daddy would approve of. His appearance alone would earn strikes against him. He was covered with tattoos, some as ruthlessly sexual as he was. He had a piercing in his eyebrow, one in his tongue and one cleverly placed on his cock that did things to her she couldn’t even describe. He cursed like a sailor, said the most salacious things she’d ever heard but he made her purr like a kitten with warm milk. She didn’t think there was anything she wouldn’t do for him, or let him do to her, and Lord knows he’d damn near done it all.

  She couldn’t remember how many times she’d let him have her but one thing she did know… she’d miss him when she went back home.

  He grabbed her suddenly, holding her still while he lifted his hips, forcing his cock into her as far as it would go. She gasped, bracing herself against his chest as he pounded into her from underneath. The look on his face was fierce, his eyes locked with her own and she could do nothing but stare back at him and wait for what she knew was coming.

  She felt it minutes later, her stomach clenched as his fingers dug into her hips and he grew thicker inside of her.

  “Faith…”

  That one whispered word uttered past his lips as he ravaged her soft flesh and she was undone. The tension uncoiled in a blinding shower of heat that crawled from her core and lashed out at every pore on her body until she screamed with the force of it. She heard him grunt under her, his hold on her tightening until he threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he fucked her near stupid.

  When he stilled, she collapsed against him, panting for breath while his hands spanned her back and his fingers danced in random patterns across her skin.

  The voices of people outside filtered into the room and Faith wondered if they’d heard her screams. Her head pounded as her blood rushed through her veins and the heat coursing through her limbs left her feeling groggy and sated. A week with this man wasn’t enough. The hours they’d spent together were only brief flashes of time she’d never get again. After today, he’d be gone forever.

  He kissed the top of her head, holding his lips to her and mumbled, “I’m going to miss you, Tink.”

  She smiled and hugged him to her. “I’m going to miss you, too, Mick.”

  Two

  Mick opened his eyes and stared at the clock before sighing. Faith had been gone for hours and he still hadn’t bothered to get up off the bed. He’d reluctantly let her go after spending less time than he wanted tasting every inch of her skin and couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she gave him one last smile and left his room… and his life forever. The cottage still hung heavy with the musky odor of sex. His sheets smelled like her, his skin was covered in her scent, and he was loathed to wash it off. He knew he’d never see her again and that fact alone left him feeling empty for the first time in years.

  Since the day he realized his ex-wife, Jennifer, had only married him for his money, he’d locked the part of himself that actually cared about women away and had no intentions of ever bringing it back out but one week with Faith and it demanded to be set free. He guarded his heart the best he could but the loss he was feeling now let him know he hadn’t done enough.

  He hadn’t lied when he told her he’d miss her. He already did.

  Sitting up, he stared around the room and snorted a laugh. The room was trashed. Housekeeping was going to charge them a fortune to clean the mess up. An array of assorted liquor bottles littered the room. Various pieces of trash and take-out containers, empty tubes of lube and an assortment of used condoms were tossed haphazardly near the trashcan. He tried counting how many were there but just looking at them made him think of her and thinking of her made his chest ache.

  Standing up, he searched the room for the pants he’d dropped earlier. Finding them near the dresser, he tried shaking the wrinkles out. A piece of paper fell from one of the pockets and he reached down and picked it up, unfolding it before reading what it said.

  His vision was blurry due to the massive headache from his morning activities and the hangover. The words were distorted but squinting, and holding the paper close to his face, brought them slowly into focus. His eyes widened as he read what appeared to be a legal document. His pulse started to race when he read it a second time to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood what he was seeing. The room started to spin suddenly, his heart clenching in fear as the words screeched through his head before he started to scream.

  ****

  “No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Please let this be a joke.” Faith shoved the newspaper between her leg and the seat of the plane and stared out the small window, watching the clouds rush by. They were half an hour from Atlanta and the flight from Vegas had been spent recalling the past week and wondering if anyone back home would ever find out what she’d been doing. She’d reassured herself no one would know and had finally convinced herself that her daddy would never find out what a sinful little heathen she was.

  Now this.

  Reaching for the paper, she straightened it out, smoothing her hand over the crinkled paper and once again looked at the picture on the front. She cringed and a pitiful moan eased past her throat.

  “You are so dead, Faith Weston. The Reverend is going to kill you.” She moaned again and stared down at the picture. The low cut blouse she was wearing in the photo was enough to make her daddy preach her ears off but the way she was straddling Mick, and the fact he had two handfuls of her ass and his face half buried in her breasts would cause him to send her straight to the nearest convent… and they weren’t even Catholic!

  What had she been thinking? You weren’t apparently. She frowned before sighing heavily. This is bad. This is beyond bad.

  The only thing she could hope for now was that no one at home ever saw the photo. Giving Mick a lap dance in a crowded hotel bar for every man and woman within viewing distance to see hadn’t seemed like a bad idea at the time but someone had photographed it! Sure the picture was in a local Vegas paper but she wasn’t stupid enough to believe that the photo wouldn’t eventually get sold to some magazine.

  And then her real troubles would begin.

  Everyone at home would know she’d spent her week in Vegas partying with a rock star. Mick Sheppard to be exact. The baddest of the bad. So much trash had been written about him, he made everyone else look like saints. It was all lies, according to Mick, but the people living in the small town she called home would believe every word they read.

  And this article painted her in a very disturbing light.

  And why shouldn’t it? she asked herself, sighing as she stared at the picture
. She barely even remembered the night they’d spent partying in that bar, something she wished they hadn’t done now. Sneaking around to meet in private was one thing, going out in public was something completely different. She should have known better.

  Of course, it was hard to tell what she had been thinking at the time. She was experiencing a total blackout for most of the night. She remembered Mick calling her and asking her to meet him at the bar and she’d practically run the whole way. When she woke the next morning she had a hang over so bad she could barely see straight. She’d tried to wake Mick for half an hour to tell him she had to leave before giving one last look to him laid out naked on the sheets and left his room to sleep off her hangover.

  And here she was. A week of blurry memories later and photographic evidence that she hadn’t been the good girl her daddy thought she was.

  The seat belt sign came on moments before the pilot said they were approaching the airport. Her stomach tightened into knots thick enough to cause cramps and she swallowed the lump trying to choke her. Shaking her head, she crammed the paper into her bag and hoped no one she knew ever saw it. It wasn’t like Mick would tell. She’d never see him again and it took more energy than she wished to ignore the pain that thought caused.

  The plane landed with only a few bumps and the fight through the crowd in the airport didn’t help calm her nerves. By the time she’d reached the baggage claim, sweat was rolling down her back. When she saw the Reverend, she nearly choked on her tongue.