His fingers trace a path down my arm. He takes hold of my hand. “You okay? You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.” I smile even though he can’t see it.
Just shaking in my boots because I’m so turned-on that it’s borderline ridiculous. This is what you do to me.
Tom’s hands come up to either side of my neck. Pushing out, he slips Cale’s jacket off my shoulders and down my arms until it hits dirt. Then, he removes the off-the-shoulder black top I’m wearing, leaving me in just my bra. His hand goes to my back, and he pulls me in close. His deft fingers creep down toward my ass. Then, I feel him touching my panties through the tear in my shorts.
Crap, I forgot all about that.
“Um…Ly, you do realize that you have a massive rip in the ass of your shorts, don’t you?” A lone finger is moving up and down the huge hole in my shorts, grazing the crack of my butt through the thin fabric of my panties. “Are you going for easy access with this look? Not that I’m complaining.” He slides his hand inside and grips the edge of my panties, moving it aside, so he’s just touching skin.
A shiver takes me over as he caresses my ass.
“No. I bent over, and they ripped. That’s why I went back to the trailer, and—”
Tom cuts my words off with a kiss. Swift and fast.
“Don’t,” he breathes.
Then, I feel a change in him, and I know this ride is about to get rough.
Just how I like it.
“Turn around,” he says gruffly into my ear.
Doing as he says, I turn slowly on the spot.
He presses up against my back, and his hands run down my arms until he reaches my hands. “Bend over.”
I do as he asks.
Tom is still holding my hands. He places them on a metal scaffolding bar in front of me. I can feel the vibration of the music playing above through it. “Hold this, and don’t let go.” His voice is commanding in my ear. “You let go, you don’t get to come.”
“Okay,” I say, breathless with anticipation. My body is sizzling.
Then, I register the song the band above is playing. It’s a cover version of “Thought I’d Died and Gone to Heaven” by Bryan Adams.
From what I can hear, it’s a really great cover of the song. The crowd sounds like they’re going crazy.
My eyes close on the sounds of the song, the lyrics, the crowd singing along…and then the feel of Tom getting to his knees behind me.
His hands grab my shorts, and he rips them open further.
Holy. Shit.
He’s so fucking hot.
Next goes my panties in one quick snap. He pulls them out, leaving me standing here in just my bra and the shorts, exposing me.
“I wish I could see how you look right now.” His voice is a growl.
His finger moves between my folds. My body jerks at his touch, needing this, needing him.
Then, his face comes close to my ass, his hot breath hitting all my nerve endings. “Scream as loud as you want, Ly, ’cause no one will hear you.”
He plunges his tongue into my pussy and starts fucking me with it, his finger playing my clit to perfection.
I’m panting, wild under his mouth, and in this moment, I’m solely living off the feel of him driving me to the brink.
Each time I get close, he pulls back.
I’m beyond hot and needy and desperate. “Tom, please…”
“Shh…I got you, darlin’. Ly, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Nerves shoot through me, and my body tenses at the thought of Tom going somewhere so private. “No, I haven’t, and I don’t know if I could.” My head shakes in the dark, my hair brushing over my sensitized skin.
“Do you trust me?”
“You know I do…but I don’t know if I can do…that.” The thought of Tom’s huge cock in my ass is terrifying.
“I won’t use my cock. Your ass is virgin territory, so we need to start off slow. Just my finger, darlin’.” He presses a kiss to my ass cheek. “I promise, it won’t hurt, and we can stop whenever you want. Just trust me when I say”—his voice thickens with lust—“if you let me fuck your ass with my finger…it will top any orgasm I’ve ever given you before.” Another kiss. “Let me give this to you.”
And just like that, I’m his.
So ready to give all of myself to him that it’s terrifying…but so very hot.
“Yes,” I hear myself saying.
He teases my skin with light flicks of his tongue. “Yes, what? Say it, Lyla. Tell me what you want.”
I’m dizzy with lust. Drunk on him. I’d say anything, do anything that he told me to right now, if it would mean having him.
“I want you to fuck my ass with your finger.”
He growls and then sinks his teeth into the fleshy skin of my ass cheek, biting me gently. He slips his finger into my pussy. I clench around him. Then, he pulls out, his finger drawing my slickness back to my rear.
I tense up the instant his finger touches my puckered hole.
“Relax…I won’t hurt you. Just give yourself over to me. I’ll take care of you.”
So, I do as he asks. I close my eyes, relax my body, and allow Tom to take care of me.
His finger moves back up, repeating the motion, but this time, his finger goes to my clit. He strokes it, drawing my body up, and then he’s gone into my pussy and again moving my slickness to my rear.
My hips start to shift restlessly, my body climbing higher and higher, each time he repeats the movement.
I feel wetter than I ever have before, my slickness coating the most intimate parts of me. Tom stays at my ass and starts to rim my puckered hole with his finger, moving my wetness around and into it.
Craving more, reaching for something I’m not really sure of, I start to push back against him.
At the exact moment I push back, his mouth finds my clit, and his fingertip slips into my ass.
The feel of him there is shockingly intense. I let out a cry of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” His words vibrate through me. “Are you okay?”
“Uhum.” I can barely form words right now.
He applies a little more pressure and moves his finger in a fraction deeper. Then, again, and he continues moving in a little farther each time.
I’m starting to feel frustrated. I need more. Then, Tom suddenly withdraws his finger to the tip and slides it back inside to the knuckle.
My breath whooshes out of me. Lights flicker behind my eyelids. My body going into total sensory overload.
I’m full of him. And it feels amazing.
I let out a moan, and that seems to be all he needs to spur him on because Tom starts to fuck my ass with his finger, sliding in knuckle deep each time, while his tongue frantically licks at my clit.
I’m coming in seconds.
My hands tighten around the metal bar, a scream tears from my lungs.
I feel like I’ve just skyrocketed into orbit. I’m weightless. I have no idea how I’m actually still standing.
He wasn’t kidding when he said it would top any orgasm he’s ever given me so far. That was off the charts.
I’m aware of Tom’s finger pulling out of me, the feel of him moving behind me.
The next thing I know, a very naked Tom is pressed up against me. His thick, condom covered cock seated between my ass cheeks.
He leans over my back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder, and his tongue flicks at my neck. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. You’re fucking amazing, Firecracker.”
Taking a wild guess at the number of women Tom has known, I try to take what he said as the compliment he meant it to be.
Leaving my back, he curls his hand around my hair and holds it tight as he stands. His cock moves away. I miss the contact for all of a second. The next thing I know, his hand grips my hip and he slams inside me.
I whimper.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good. Perfect for my cock.”
He slides out to the tip, his ha
nd pulling on my hair, and then slams back in me.
My eyes close on a groan.
“Squeeze my dick with your pussy,” he tells me in that commanding voice, which means he’s not asking.
Clenching my inner muscles, I squeeze his cock as hard as I can. The sound he makes has me nearly coming again.
“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “I wanted to go slow, but I can’t. I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
And he does.
He slides his cock out and slams it back in. Increasing in speed each time, he hits me with those sure, hard thrusts. He’s balls deep, hips slamming against my ass, his heavy sack slapping against my clit while he pulls on my hair.
My heels are dug into the dirt, and I’m holding onto the metal bar for dear life while Tom fucks me good and hard.
I couldn’t feel any hotter than I do right now.
He releases my hair, letting it spill across my back. His hand moves to my heavy, sensitive breast. He tugs the cup of my bra down and twists my nipple with just the right pressure.
A scream tears out of me.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Scream for me.”
His other hand finds my clit. All the while, he doesn’t lose pace fucking me with controlled thrusts.
“You’re gonna come again, Ly. No less than two times, remember?”
“Yes…yes…” I moan, my body climbing again, reaching for that second orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Come for me. I need to feel you coming around my cock.”
“Fuck…Tom!” I’m exploding around him, my inner walls tightening, my body and mind spiraling out of control.
“Jesus…” Tom groans. “I’m coming…I’m fucking…fuck!” He slams into me and lets out a sound of pure primal pleasure.
I feel a powerful shudder move through him as his cock starts jerking inside me, spilling everything he has into the condom.
We’re both breathless. And I’m boneless. If it wasn’t for Tom holding me, I’d be on the floor right now.
He leans forward—still inside me, cock semi-erect—and lays his damp hot chest against my back. His arms come around my waist, holding me. He presses a kiss to my shoulder and then one to my neck. “Sexiest woman ever.”
I giggle and turn my face to his. He brushes his lips over mine.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I murmur.
Feeling the happiest I’ve felt in a long while, I smile the whole time that Tom helps me dress. I laugh when he bangs his head on one of the metal bars, and then I kiss it better when he makes me feel bad for laughing.
I’m still smiling when he opens the door, letting us out.
Closing the door and latching it, he turns to me, taking both of my hands in his. We’re standing here, facing each other, our eyes locked. Then, something passes over Tom’s face, and it settles.
It looks a lot like contentment.
It makes my heart beat faster.
Releasing one of my hands, Tom touches my cheek. “Ly…” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “I’ve been thinking…for a little while now…that maybe we should—”
“There you are!” Shannon’s voice shatters through whatever Tom was about to say.
And the sound of her voice has me jerking away from him, putting clear, safe distance between us.
I see his brow furrow.
Ignoring his frown, I turn to Shannon, wondering if she saw our intimate exchange.
Judging by her expression, I’m going to say no.
Thank God. I don’t want anyone knowing about Tom and me.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, missy! Cale said that you ripped your shorts and went to change, but I went to the trailer, and you weren’t there. And I know you and clothes, Lyla Summers. You’re not so fucking great at dressing yourself, and I wanted to make sure you put on something appropriate—” She stops mid-rant, eyeing my shorts. “But I see you’re still wearing them.”
She looks between Tom and me. Her eyes run over us and then go to the stage door directly behind us.
I see realization flicker in her gaze.
She grins.
My stomach drops.
“Were you two…” Her grin widens. “Did I interrupt something? Or did you already have sex?”
Shit. People cannot find out about Tom and me. I don’t want people thinking…
What?
What will they think?
They’ll think that I’m another one of Tom’s easy lays. Another dumb chick he’s been screwing. Some small-time singer who’s trying to bang her way to the top.
“We haven’t had sex.” I let out a strangled laugh. “As if I’d have sex with Tom! I mean, he’s a total mut! I do have standards, you know.” The words are out before I can stop them. And I hate myself instantly.
Shannon’s eyes slide to Tom. The changing expression in them has me turning to look at to him.
Whatever Shannon saw on his face is gone when my eyes meet with his. I see nothing there. His eyes are clear, his face perfectly blank.
Tom looks from me to Shannon. “Not that it’s your business, Shan, but we weren’t having sex.” His voice is cold, detached.
I’ve never heard him sound like that before. It sends a chill hurtling through me.
His eyes slide back to me, and that’s when I see it—the cold masking the hurt.
I’ve hurt him.
“Like Lyla said, she has standards. She would never waste her time on a mut like me.” He looks at his watch. “I’ve gotta go.” Then, he walks away.
I start to panic.
“Mut? What the hell are you two talking about?” Shannon laughs and comes over to me, clearly oblivious to what just happened between Tom and me.
I should go after him. Tell him I’m sorry.
But if I do, then Shannon will know that something is going on between us.
What should I do?
Torn by indecision, I stand here, confused
Then, Tom is gone, disappearing around the corner.
And I let Shannon take the decision away from me when she leads me away in the opposite direction. “We need to get you changed. You’re onstage in less than half an hour, and I can’t have you on there with your ass hanging out. Otherwise, Zane will have mine for letting you perform while dressed like a hooker. Not that I’d mind Zane having my ass. Damn, that man is fine.”
Heart thudding, I zone Shannon out and pull my cell from my pocket.
I open up a new text.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I just wanted to put Shannon off the scent.
I search though my contacts, select Tom, and press Send.
I never should have said what I did. Right now, I should be tracking Tom down and begging him to forgive me, not hiding behind my cell like the coward I am.
But even knowing that, I don’t do what’s right. Instead, I keep walking with Shannon and wait for his response. My heart is in my throat the whole time.
I don’t get a text until I’m back in the dressing room—thankfully Aurora is nowhere to be seen—while Shannon wrestles me into a shiny pair of tight black leggings.
Don’t worry. I get it.
Tears sting my eyes because he doesn’t get it. He doesn’t get it at all.
And I’m not sure that I do either.
A Few Days Later—Suite, Mandalay Bay Hotel, Las Vegas
Where am I right now?
I’m in a hotel suite in Vegas, watching Lyla get it on with some preppy dickhead.
Why haven’t I pummeled his face, you ask?
Trust me, if I could, I would because this is driving me nuts, seeing his hands on her.
It’s like acid in my eyes.
I’m getting an idea of how Lyla felt when she saw that half-naked nympho, Aurora Simmons, all over me.
I can’t do anything but watch because this is business.
Acting.
They’re taping a music video.
The single has been hitting the airwav
es. Interest is growing. Downloads on iTunes alone have skyrocketed this past week. The band needs a video, so we can get the song on all the music channels.
Lyla and the boys had a show at a club here in Vegas last night.
Zane had decided Vegas would be a good place for the shoot. He acquired a suite at Mandalay to film the video. Of course, the hotel was more than happy to oblige for Jake’s label. They even offered the best suite they had available at no charge.
So, Zane and his team met us in Vegas.
Denny’s here. He tagged along with Zane. Den could never resist a trip to Vegas. I’m glad he’s here. I haven’t seen him since I left on this tour. It’ll be good to catch up.
This morning, they taped the band shot of the video down in the House of Blues Music Hall. It was a great location for the shot.
Now, we’re mid-afternoon and doing the love-interest part of the video. They’re filming in the bedroom. I’m sitting out in the living room, watching. I have a clear view of what’s happening from here, and I can’t fucking wait for it to be over.
They’ve barely started, and I want to punch the guy.
Andy, the preppy dickhead.
When he arrived, he was all, “Lyla, it’s so fantastic to meet you! Love your music! So looking forward to filming with you!”
Kisses on the cheeks. Hands all over her.
Little prick. I should have ripped his hands off the second he touched her.
I know Lyla feels uncomfortable with all this. Apart from the artsy director, Julio, pointing out that she needs to relax every five minutes, I can see it in her eyes.
And worse, things have been weird between us these last few days, and now, she’s got the preppy-boy toy all over her, doing his pretend acting.
The weirdness is because of me. I’ve pulled back a bit. I was getting too close to her. I figured that out the moment I was about to tell Lyla that I wanted to go public with us.
Looking back, I’m glad that Shannon turned up and Lyla acted the way she did. It was what I needed to knock some sense into me.
I mean, seriously, what exactly was I wanting to go public about? The fact that I’m fucking her until the tour is over?
I don’t think so. People knowing our business would only complicate things. And I did a good enough job of complicating things in my own head.
I don’t need any outside help.
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