His fingers deftly moved under my skirt. He moaned his displeasure to find underwear. “You know better than that,” he growled.
“If I’m dancing around in a miniskirt, I’m wearing underwear,” I told him. “No one gets to see me but you, remember?”
He shuddered hard against me. “And why’s that?”
My eyes met his. “Because I’m yours.”
“Not yet,” he said as he yanked my skirt down over my hips. “But you will be.” I gasped as he tore away the underwear. He perched in between my legs on his knees. “Look up,” he instructed softly. I glanced overhead. The entire ceiling was made of smoky reflective glass, like a mirror. I saw myself lying naked on his bed. I watched as he slid down to kneel between my thighs, to work his magic again with his fingers and his tongue. I watched as my legs opened wide when he clamped his mouth on me. I couldn’t stop the cries of pleasure even if I wanted to. I was on sensory overload.
My head swam as he swirled his tongue around my clit, his finger clutched deep inside of me as he brought me to the brink of pleasure, as if I could stand more teasing. I clutched at his finger with my body, hungry for more. “Now,” I begged. “I need you.”
He rose up between my legs. “Show me.”
I lifted up to kiss him, my fingers fumbling with the fastener on his jeans. I could feel his cock pulsate against my hand, which only made me crazier for him. I released it at last and it fell forward, heavy and hard. I trembled as I reached for him, closing one tiny hand around his raging erection that had been teasing me for months. We both groaned. “Taste me, Lacy,” he commanded as he wound his hand around my neck and pushed me downward.
His cock seemed enormous the closer I got to it. Instead of intimidating me, it excited me. I did this to him. It made me feel powerful as I closed my lips over the angry purple head. He gasped as I ran my tongue over the tip. Since I didn’t really know what I was doing, I depended on his gasps and moans to guide me. He used the hand on my head to fill in the rest. I slid his cock slowly into my mouth, as far as I could reach, as I clutched what was left with my hand.
“Yeah, like that,” he encouraged. “Oh, my God. Lacy.”
I became more adventurous as my confidence grew. I pulled his jeans from his hips so that I could cup his balls in one hand. Finally he staggered backward from the bed to kick away his jeans. He crashed down on top of me with a fierce kiss. I closed my legs around his waist and urged him closer to my aching pussy. I needed him more than I needed to breathe.
He placed an elbow on either side of my head, his hands cupping my head and brushing the hair from my face. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.
I nodded. “Now. Please.”
“Tell me to fuck you,” he commanded, his eyes piercing mine.
“Fuck me,” I begged in a whisper.
He positioned himself against me. He felt so hard that I shivered in anticipation. He nuzzled my ear. “Look up,” he commanded again. “Watch yourself become a woman. My woman,” he added just as he thrust into me.
I cried out. He opened me wide and deep with that first thrust, which he held for a moment afterwards. It was pain and pleasure, love and lust, darkness and light all at once. It was everything I ever imagined and nothing I could have expected at the same time.
“You okay?” he asked softly as he watched every single emotion cross my face.
I nodded and reached for a kiss. This time when I said it, I knew what it meant. “Fuck me, Tony Paul.”
He growled like some primitive wild cat as he thrust again. I watched my face in the glass tiles above as he rode me, his head dipping down to capture my breast in his mouth. It was almost too much to take in at once, but yet I wanted more. I shuddered against him, desperate for more of anything… more of everything. All I could say was, “Please,” but that was enough. He drove himself into me as he watched me transform beneath him. I clasped his ass with both my hands to urge him deeper.
He didn’t stop until I was coming hard all around him, clasping him deeper inside of me.
I panted hard and he rode me slow, taking his time with me now that he’d claimed me. “Worth the wait?” he grinned.
“You tell me,” I said as I squeezed him. He gasped.
“God, you feel good wrapped around my cock, baby,” he murmured. “Why’d you make me wait so long?”
“I’m stupid?” I offered with a smile. He bent for a kiss.
“You’re perfect,” he corrected. I melted all over again. This time I was the one who deepened the kiss, as I ran my hands along his strong back and toward his perfect ass.
“Then give me everything,” I whispered.
His thrusting increased. “You want it all, baby?” he said.
He moaned as he buried his head in the curve of my neck. “Tell me you’re on the pill.”
“Even before the day you ate me out in the dressing room,” I said in a low, raspy voice, rewarded for my boldness by the lustful look in his eye.
“Good,” he moaned as he rode me harder. “Because I’m going to come.”
I watched his face as he let himself go. I clutched him deep within me, our eyes locked together as he spent himself. He was breathless and sweaty when he collapsed on top of me. I cuddled him close.
He held me tight. “We are never waiting to do that again,” he declared before he kissed me. I squeezed his softening erection within my body.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, my eyebrow arched. Tony Paul was right about one thing, I was a woman now. And I was all his. I pushed him over to his back, straddling myself across his hips. “Look up,” I instructed with a smile.
Chapter Nine
My eyes dragged open the following morning, bright and early at dawn. Sun shined in the wall of windows that overlooked the river. I wiped my eyes and glanced up at the ceiling. I stared at myself, naked and curled in Tony Paul’s arms under the rumpled bed covers torn from every corner.
My whole body wore his imprint. I felt transformed. Renewed. I trailed my fingers across his naked flesh as I watched him sleep on the pillow next to me. I had read naughty books. I had seen R-rated movies. I had some idea of what sex might be like intellectually. But I really had no idea what all the hubbub was about until Tony Paul took me into his arms and claimed me for his own.
I stretched, luxuriating in the softness of the sheets against my naked body. It was like every cell in my body was alive now. I went from a boring, black and white existence to a world bursting with every color in the rainbow. I wanted to stay in that world. I was loved in that world. Even better still, I could love in that world. I kissed my way along his exposed skin as I cuddled up to him.
His eyes slowly opened and focused on my face. He smiled. “Mornin’, beautiful,” he said and he turned on his side to face me.
“Mornin’,” I smiled, trailing my finger along his chest.
He reached for a kiss and I held nothing back. “Mm,” he murmured. “You’re just a little tigress, aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “You created a monster.”
He pulled me close. “Allow me to do it again.” He kissed me softly, slowly, making me ache for him all over again.
Fortunately Tony Paul was equally insatiable. We made love before we got out of bed. Then we showered together in the large stall, where he held me up against the tiled wall, teasing me with pinches and touches, nibbles and kisses until I was begging him to fuck me again.
It even took another hour for us to dry each other and dress each other, because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And now we no longer had to.
He changed into new clothes, where I had to wear the clothes from the night before. “My first walk of shame,” I joked and he swatted me on the behind.
“I’m not ashamed. I’m proud to show you off to my entire family. They’re here, by the way,” he added with a smirk.
“Can’t we sneak out the back door?”
He shook his head and led me back across the catwalk toward the spiral stair
case. He practically pushed me in front of him as we passed the busy kitchen where servants prepared a bountiful Sunday brunch, which was set out on the huge marble-topped table in the formal dining room. All the Hollis kids and both Ty and Gay turned to where we stood in the arched doorway. His three brothers smirked. Jacinda said nothing as she looked away. Ty was stuck behind the Sunday paper, as if Tony Paul parading one of his girls around the house with the rest of the family was a completely ordinary occurrence.
Gay, however, stared at me as I walked into the room. I flushed hotly and looked away. Tony Paul said nothing as he handed me a plate. He was annoyingly nonplussed about the whole situation.
“Would you like something to drink, Miss?” asked one of the uniformed servants.
I stammered helplessly, completely out of my element.
“She’ll have orange juice,” Tony Paul said before he started filling my plate with scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage.
I followed him to the table and sat next to him, where it was safest.
“So how did things go with Jasper last night?” he asked Gay.
“Wonderful. He’ll be back tonight, as a matter of fact. He wants to hear more.”
“That’s great, right?”
Gay offered a benign smile. “Everything is going along according to plan.” Her eyes slid to me. “But given the importance of the performance tonight, I would recommend that you all head to the club by noon. I can call for a car if you need to go home first, Lacy.”
“I’ll drive her home,” Tony Paul insisted.
The thought of Tony Paul seeing the trailer I lived in, especially now that I was sitting in a dining room that was easily double the size, panicked me instantly. I shook my head. “I just need a ride to the club. I have to pick up my car anyway.”
“Suit yourself,” Gay shrugged. “I just thought it would be more discreet than showing up at the club in the clothes you wore the night before.”
“We’ve all been there,” Tony Paul remarked. “Right, Jacinda?”
“Fuck off,” she snapped.
“Language,” Gay admonished.
“My apologies,” Tony Paul said as he threw his napkin on his empty plate. “I guess we should get going,” he told me. “We’re burning daylight,” he smirked at his family.
I left the plate I barely touched and followed Tony Paul obediently back up to his room so that I could gather my purse and my jacket. He spun me into his arms the minute the door closed to plant a kiss. I tried to wiggle away but he held me fast. “Don’t tell me the honeymoon is over,” he pouted.
“You heard your mother. We need to get to the club. And I need to change,” I added with a sardonic grin.
“Yes, you do,” he agreed. “We’ll start by getting you out of this.” He pulled the strap of my tank top down my shoulder, and then bent to kiss the bared skin and I shuddered against him.
“Tony,” I giggled. No one else called him that. They wouldn’t even dare. I got special privileges the minute he became mine.
He pressed me up against the door and slid the palm of his hand along my bared skin under my shirt. “You know how we fix this problem.”
“How’s that?” I asked breathlessly.
“Keep some clothes here.”
I looked up into his eyes. What was he saying? “Here?”
“Sure. This won’t be the last time you stay, right?”
“That’s up to your family,” I pointed out.
His eyes were hard. “No, it’s not. It’s up to me.”
“And?” I asked softly.
He grinned as he kissed me. “And I’ve got a really big closet.”
My heart raced. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he said before he covered my mouth with his.
It took us another hour, but Tony Paul drove me in his two-seater sports coup back to Southern Nights. He raced along the winding roads, driving fast, his hand on my thigh, talking dirty to me and working me into a frenzy before we ever got back to town.
I followed his lead and teased him with my hand in his open jeans, cradling and stroking his cock as we sped along. By the time we pulled to a stop in the parking lot, he grabbed me and kissed me hard. “Tonight,” he promised.
I nodded, kissed him again and then headed for the club. I still had to change into my street clothes. I couldn’t show up at the trailer wearing my current outfit. My mother would have a stroke… if she hadn’t already.
I had sent her a text when we headed out to the Hollis estate, telling her I’d be out late and wasn’t sure when I’d be home. But I had never stayed out all night before. I was surprised she wasn’t burning up my phone trying to find out where I was.
The minute I opened the door, I knew why. She sat in the recliner reading a book, and barely spared me a glance over the rim of her reading glasses. “Good morning,” she clipped.
My heart sank. She knew. She had to know. “Mornin’, Mama.”
“Good night?” she asked as I closed the door behind me.
“Great night. Jasper liked us so much he’s coming back tonight to see a full set.”
“Mmhmm,” she murmured. “And what’s the name of the musician you spent the night with?”
She asked it so directly, so matter-of-fact, it scared me more than a screaming fit. I took a deep breath. “Tony Paul.”
“Hollis?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“The same Tony Paul Hollis you couldn’t stand four months ago?”
I sighed. “Yes.”
“I see,” she said. She lowered the recliner foot rest, rose to her feet and walked silently to her room.
I waited a few minutes for the roof to come off the place, but she never reemerged from her room. In the end, that scared me more. But I said nothing as I walked into my bedroom, pulled out a duffle bag and filled it with an assortment of tops and jeans and underwear.
She was in the kitchen when I finally walked out of my bedroom, a full tote slung over my shoulder. Our eyes met. “Will you be home tonight?” she asked.
“Probably not,” I answered.
She washed some lettuce for her lunch. “Tell me. Does he have a nice house?”
I thought about the estate. “Yeah,” was all I could say.
“Enjoy it now. Because it will never be yours.”
She returned to her task and said nothing else. “Bye, Mama,” I said softly before I walked out the door.
The band had already arrived by the time I got back to the club. Jacinda was in the dressing room when I entered. She stared at me through the mirror. “Hey,” she said. She spotted the full tote bag, but said nothing.
I placed the bag on the sofa. “Hey.”
She spun around to face me. “You’re making a big mistake, Lacy. I don’t know what he’s told you, but Tony Paul is not a one-woman man. Guard your heart or you’re going to get hurt. I’m not saying that as his sister. I’m saying that as your friend.”
“I appreciate it,” I told her. “It’s going to be okay. Don’t worry.” I offered a brave smile to assure her.
“Famous last words,” she promised before she turned back to the mirror.
The clothes Gay had picked for our next set were even skimpier than the night before. I figured it was a statement of what kind of girl she thought I was. And maybe she was right. But I didn’t care. All I could think about was falling into Tony’s arms later that night, sinking into that bed and feeling his body merge with mine. That meant more to me than the subtle, and not-so-subtle, condemnation from judgmental people, even if those people included my current best friend, my mother or my boss.
Gay was much more hands-on for our next performance. She worked us hard all afternoon to get every note, every beat and every step right. We were exhausted by the time dinner rolled around. She ordered Chinese, which we ate together at various tables.
“So what do we call ourselves now?” TJ asked. “We can’t exactly call ourselves the Hollis Five when there are six of us.”
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“There are only five Hollises,” Gay replied evenly.
“For now,” Tommy teased as he nudged Tony Paul with his elbow. “So when’s the wedding, Romeo?”
From the way everyone snickered, it appeared to be a running joke. Tony just brushed it off. “Who says you’re invited? Maybe I’ll just fly Lacy to Vegas and we’ll elope. How do you feel about Elvis, babe?”
I lowered my head. I knew better than to get pulled into this conversation.
“Let’s concentrate on getting your record deal first,” Gay suggested, changing the subject back to the topic at hand. “I really want you to play up to the crowd tonight. You saw how Giovanni handled his fans. That’s what Jasper wants. Someone beloved because they’re accessible. In fact,” she added, “why don’t we set up a meet and greet after the show? Let Jasper see you in action.”
“I’ve got plans after the show, Mama,” Tony told her.
“Plans can be changed. This is your career we’re talking about here.”
Even Tony Paul knew better than to pick a fight with his indefatigable mother. He apologized to me when we got a moment alone right before the show. He took me into his arms. “I want you to head back to the house with the gang,” he told me.
“Why can’t I stay?”
“Mama thinks it’ll play better with Jasper if it’s just me. Everyone is going back to the house when we’re done, except Mama and me, of course.”
“Of course.”
He tipped my chin. “That’s okay, right?”
I shrugged. “Not exactly a thrill for me that you’ll be pawed at by a horde of horny fans.”
He bent to whisper in my ear. “It’ll just make me hotter for you.” He slid a hand along the curve of my back and rested on my hip. “Thinking about you lying in our bed, naked, waiting for me.” He brought my hand to the bulge in his jeans. “Thinking about how I’m going to fuck you and only you for the next two days solid.” He kissed me, rubbing himself against me until I shuddered.
“Okay,” I finally relented.
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