“See ya, slut,” she teases back.
“Gawd, I fucking wish.”
No. Didn’t want to hear that. They both giggle at each other for a moment.
“See ya after, girl,” Frankie chirps over his shoulder as he practically skips by me.
When the door latch clicks, my smile fades as I watch Sophia take a tissue and dab lightly around her eyes. With one of her hands propping herself up on the vanity, she leans right up to the mirror, that unbelievable ass of hers sticking out in black shorts and those black tights. Her hair lays long, with thick waves curtaining down her small back.
God, I fucking love running my fingers through that hair and gripping it tightly when I’m inside of her. Not even thinking about it, I step up right behind her, grabbing onto her hips. Sophia now is spreading dark red lipstick across that perfect mouth of hers as her eyes stare back at mine in our reflections.
“Sorry, baby.” She looks down as she pulls out another tissue. Curling her lips over her teeth, she bites down on it. Her eyes look back up at mine as she pulls it away. “Gotta go on in a couple minutes.”
I run my hands down her bare waist and around to her stomach. With one hand holding her there, I feel up her front ‘til her supple breast spills out of my hand. I know she can feel my fucking hard on pressed against her back. Sophia smirks at me. God, I fucking love that she pushes me right back.
Unable to control it anymore, I dip my head down so I can get a taste of her. My tongue traces small circles on the skin right below her ear, sending a throb through my dick. Sophia tilts her head to the right, giving me better access. A sweet moan escaping her closed lips. She brings her hands up and holds onto mine, which still has its hold on her breast. Right when my mouth is about to find hers, a loud knock hits the door before it bursts open.
“Yo, Sophie! You taking a sh-”
Roger stops mid sentence when he looks up and finds my hands all over Sophia, who stands with her eyes clouded over.
Roger looks like he just took a shit. Stepping away from my girl, I slap that fine ass as she clears her throat. When Roger sees me do it, he turns back around.
“Ah, yeah. See you on stage.”
Sophia starts laughing, shaking her head to try and clear it. Gripping her shoulders gently, I spin her around. Breathing over her parted lips, I savor this extra second of closeness before she has to go.
Sophia fists the back of my head, crashing me down on her as she slides her sweet tongue into my mouth, my groan leaving me and filling her. Fuck. Sophia slows down and slowly pulls her lips away from mine. Looking up at me, she taps the tip of my nose with her finger before winking at me.
“Bye,” she whispers before sidestepping around me.
I watch her in the mirror as she leaves. She glances over her shoulder and gives me one last small smile before she closes the door. My eyes slide from the door to my own reflection, looking at the man before me. I don’t know where the hell it comes from, but just then, I think of my old man and my chest tightens.
“Tristan!” my dad yells out the back door.
He can’t see me, but I get a clear shot of him. Since my mama went away a couple years ago, he’s been sad. So sad that my dad’s friend uncle Jerry’s been coming over every day, fixing me dinner and talking with him. He’s been in the garage a lot. I only see him come out when he has to sleep or go to work. But when I do see him, he hugs me hard and his breath smells funny. It must be from that brown stuff he drinks all the time.
“TRISTAN!” he yells louder.
Stepping out of the back door, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and he whistles really loud. Pushing myself up off the ground, my head sticks up through the tall grass. I wave my arms in the air.
“Over here, dad!” I yell back.
My dad’s sad eyes lift when he sees me.
“Tristan, my boy,” he yells back, waving me in.
He’s in a good mood. He must not be sad today. This makes me happy.
I start running through the tall grass, pushing it out of my way as I head straight for my dad. He’s wearing dirty clothes, but his smile reaches his eyes. When I come up to him, he bends over and swoops me up into the air. This makes me laugh. I love my dad, but I hate her now for making him sad.
The faint echo of Sophia’s voice sinks through the cement walls. Shaking my head, I blow out a breath as I tug my hair back and out of my face. Why the fuck did I just think of something like that? Rolling my neck, I try to relieve some of the tension that I have built up. I better go and let the guys know, if they haven’t heard already, what the fuck is going on.
Sophia’s voice booms over the sound system when I step out into the hallway, causing my blood to pump even faster through my veins. I hear music coming from one of the rooms a couple doors down. That must be where they are.
Opening the door, the pungent smell of weed and Jack Daniel’s wafts around me. Jesus Christ. It’s pretty dark in here with only the soft glow of a lamp in the back casting any light. Slipknot’s Dead Memories blares through the speakers on the wall. I shut the door behind me so I don’t have to listen to two songs going on at once. Squinting, I take a couple steps in. Caleb is slouched over on a chair, holding a half-empty bottle of Jack between his legs.
“Hey, man.” I say to him as I get closer.
Caleb’s eyes are still staring at the ground. He looks like a fucking zombie right now. I give his shoulder a quick pat.
“Yeah, man?”
His voice is low; I can barely pick it up with Dead Memories jamming in the background. Fuck it.
“Hey, I gotta tell you something.”
Crossing my arms, I watch his eyes scan slowly up to mine. They’re bloodshot as hell. Christ.
“Did you hear anything?”
Caleb’s lip curls slightly at the side, but he still stays silent. Glaring at him, I wait for the fucker to speak. He brings the bottle up to his mouth and takes a swig before using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth off. His tongue darts out and licks his lips. Shrugging, he bends over and places the bottle on the ground beside him, reaching for the pack of reds beside him. The cigarette hangs loosely from his lips when he looks back up at me.
“You knocked her up.”
Shit, I guess he does fucking know. He presses his lips down on the cigarette and sparks his lighter.
“Congratulations,” he mumbles, holding it midway in the air.
He finishes lighting his cigarette and lifts up from the chair so he can slide his lighter back in his pocket. What the fuck?
“Are you all right, man?” I ask him. Fuck! He better not be getting all junkie’d out.
“I should be asking you that,” he cackles, shaking his head at himself.
Glancing over my shoulder, I spot a chair by the lamp. Grabbing the back of it, I swing it around me. It hits the floor with a loud scrape as I take a seat.
“Go,” I order him, tipping my chin back up at him.
Caleb stretches out the hand that has his cigarette pinched between his index and middle fingers and rubs his temples with his thumb and ring fingers.
“Nothing, bro.”
“Don’t fucking bullshit me, guy.”
“Guy?” he snarls at me.
I squint my eyes. It’s hard to tell by the darkness of the room, but… has Caleb been crying? What the fuck?
When the song ends, Caleb grabs the remote. Not even noticing that I’m still in the fucking room, he replays the song. Oh, fuck. I know what the fuck is bothering him. Kind of funny now that I fucking think about it. Here I thought he was gonna be a problem, but he’s off because of some female.
“Yeah. Guy,” I sneer back cockily.
“You love her?” Caleb spits at me.
This throws me off. My smirk fading, I pinch my eyebrows together. Where the fuck did this just come from? His eyes fade downward as I check him out. He brings the cigarette back up to his lips.
“I do.”
The words come out strong.
“Don’t ever fuck it up, man… don’t ever fuck it up,” he says more to himself than me.
“I won’t.”
Caleb takes another drink. Pulling the bottle down, he studies it for a second before, out of nowhere, he stands abruptly and whips the bottle at the wall behind me.
“Fuck!” he screams.
The bottle smashes, liquor and shards of glass spraying off the wall.
Christ. Tilting my head to the left, I keep my eyes locked on Caleb, who is breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he buries his face in his hands. He drops his hands suddenly and spins around, slamming his fist hard against the cement walls. I wince at the loud crack, the eerie sound piercing my ears. Not giving him another chance, I step in and hold his arm back.
“Fucking calm down, man!”
Caleb wrestles his arm back and I release it only when I’m sure he won’t do a stupid fucking thing like that again. We still have a show to do and his hand is probably fucked.
Caleb slouches back in his chair, not even noticing that blood is now seeping through the tears on his knuckles. Choking on his own breath, he cradles his head again and speaks into his chest.
“I fucked up.”
Massaging the back of my neck, I wait to see if he says anything more, and he does. Licking his lips again, he lifts his head up at looks at me.
“You know, once, I fucking had what you have now.” He stares dead at me. “Not just some girlfriend shit, but real shit. I had it all and one fucking night…” His voice cracks as he brings his head down again, shaking it side to side. “I fucked up.”
“Caleb, I don’t know what the fuck happened-”
“There was a car accident.”
His voice comes out weak and he runs his hands up and down his face. When he brings them back down, his eyes are pained. Fuck! I’ve never seen Caleb like this.
“She was pregnant… we were just a couple of kids.” He pauses, looking right at me again. “She lost the baby that night. She never wanted to fucking talk to me again. I don’t fucking blame her, though. I wouldn’t.”
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck, man...”
That’s fucking crazy. He stands up, flexing his fingers in and out. I can’t fucking move at the moment. Here I am, coming in here to let my band know that I’m going to be a father, and Caleb lays all this out.
“Yeah, whatever.” He shrugs, keeping his head down. “I just wish sometimes she would know how fucking sorry I am.”
“Caleb, you can’t blame yourself for an accident.”
That shit ain’t right. Caleb’s head falls back as he stares up at the ceiling.
“I can when I chased her away. She saw something… something that hurt her.”
Caleb laces his fingers and rests his head back on his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hisses out in agony.
“Fuck. Katie…”
Katie?
Caleb doesn’t say anything more and starts walking out. Stopping at the door, he turns slowly back around and shrugs, holding onto the back of his neck.
“I guess I still have bad days.”
Then the crazy son of a bitch gives me this insane, sinister grin before he leaves, going from his total freak out back to his usual laid back self.
Wow, what the fuck? This is the first time I’ve ever seen Caleb crack. I wonder who the fuck this chick is that Caleb still holds on to her. She doesn’t talk to him, though. I wonder if he’s even tried since then. I mean, that was some time ago.
I lucked out with my girl, but if she didn’t take me back when she did, I know I would have never stopped thinking about her. I would go to any lengths to get her. This love… feeling this way for Sophia... I get greedy for it. I can’t even think of what it was like not having it. I can’t even imagine losing Sophia or my baby. I would freak the fuck out, too.
Will Caleb keep doing this shit, or, fuck… has he been doing it all along and I just never noticed before?
One thing is for goddamn sure. He still fucking loves her.
Chapter Fourteen
Sophia
“You guys fucking rocked!”
I stare back at thousands as I yell into the mic, my smile splitting my face. Dropping my arm, I toss my head back and inhale deeply, staring back up as the white lights around us begin to fade. That was freaking unbelievable.
The back of my neck is damp with sweat, some pieces of my hair clinging to it. My legs and ass are fucking on fire from constantly bending and squatting. Until I can actually talk to my gynecologist, I just don’t want to risk going too overboard.
Tristan is standing off behind some guy, but you can’t miss him because he towers over the other guy by at least a half of foot. I smile at the sight. Tristan’s own half smile stretches the corner of his mouth. It’s dark back here and I can’t really make out his eyes as I’m walking up, but just seeing that lazy, tooth-showing smirk of his? Fuck…
“Hey, you.”
I graze my fingertip down his right bicep.
“Hey.”
Warm chills kiss the skin right below my belly button as Tristan hooks his finger into my shorts, bringing me closer to him. His dark brown eyes search my face. Cocking his head to the side, he slips his fingers out of my shorts and circles them tightly around my knuckles, tugging me behind him. He makes a sharp left turn then heads down the hall. I almost lose my balance there for a minute trying to keep up with his pace.
Tristan stops abruptly and I don’t even notice ‘til I run into the back of him. He spins around and with a deep chuckle, he bends over and hoists me over his shoulder. Stepping up to a metal door, he pushes it open with one hand as his other has a firm grip on the back of my upper thighs.
“Tristan, you’re going on in like five minutes!”
I try to sound serious, but my voice is laced with want. Tristan doesn’t say anything, his breathing still even. When the door closes behind us I arch my back, raising my head to check out where he’s taking me. Thick pieces of hair fall right in my eyes and I have to blow it to one side to get a glimpse. It looks like we’re in the underground parking garage where the buses usually pull in.
Tristan takes a step to the side and then we’re off in a small, cement cubbyhole. Different shades of fluorescent lights illuminate us. Taking hold of my hips, he slowly uses my body to caress his hard chest as he puts me back on my feet. Oh shit. His earthy, cedar scent and the feel of his body pressed against mine... my core clenches as warmth creeps up my chest.
“You don’t have time to fuck me,” I warn, my voice coming out in this urgent, breathy plea.
But we do have time for something else. This wicked idea comes to my head and my clit sings in excitement at the thought of it.
Running my hands down the sides of his smooth, black shirt, I grab onto his thick waist and slide them under his shirt. The small area of his skin feels like sweet sin beneath my touch. With my thighs closed tight, I slowly drop to my knees, holding his heated gaze with mine. My fingers trail over to his buckle and with one hand, I flip his belt out. My pussy burns in need at the thought of Tristan’s cock in my mouth.
“Fuck,” Tristan hisses through gritted teeth when I carefully, but quickly, pull his cock out.
The weight of his strong flesh in my hand sends another wave of chills through my body. Leaning into him, I use my left hand to press against his partially covered thigh as I grip his cock with my other, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on the head. I stretch my mouth out gradually as I try to fit as much of him in as I can. Tilting my neck back, I slow my breathing as I feed on him deeper than before.
“Ah, fuck. Sophia…” he groans as his head falls back.
He fists the back of my head gently but firmly as I work my mouth over him. I’m so fucking wet, pressing my thighs tighter to gain some relief over my aching clit. A torturous moan escapes my throat.
“Fuck
ing want me to fuck your pussy the way I’m fucking your mouth, don’t you?”
Tightening his grip on the back of my head, Tristan starts a steady pace, keeping my head still as he fucks my mouth. He can usually cock me out if he is seriously fucking my mouth, but I’m so turned out that I greedily try to take all of what he is giving me, loving every fucking second.
My moans sound almost like disguised pleas over his cock every time he pulls out of my mouth. My jaw starts to ache as Tristan keeps up his rhythm of sliding his cock in and out.
“Enough,” he grunts.
Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he caresses my jaw before taking me by my elbows and lifting me up. He spins me around so that my back is facing the wall. The belt that I’m wearing loosely over my shorts breaks free effortlessly when Tristan gives it a yank back, pulling me along with it until it tears apart.
Shit. I want to be able to walk out of here with my clothes still intact. I hurry and look down, my fingers beating Tristan’s as I pop open the button on my shorts. He would have just ripped it.
“Turn around and hold the wall,” he says, his order sounding more like a warning.
Damn, I need to be fucked this way.
He doesn’t remove his hand from my waist, but loosens his grip so he can still feel my skin as I turn around. Pulling the sides of my shorts down, I get to mid-thigh when Tristan circles his arm around me, his fingers cupping my pussy.
“Stop.”
Letting go of the shorts, I try to widen my stance as far out as I can, while placing my palms on the cool cement wall. Tristan’s rough hand kneads my ass. Circling his fingertips in my flesh, he pulls my cheeks wider apart then runs one hand down my spine, causing my hair to spill over my shoulders.
“Damn, my girl… I love this fucking ass.”
His grip grows firmer; he spreads me out wider.
“Tristan, you have to go on.”
Shit. During all of this I completely fucking forgot that he has to be getting his ass back there. Shit! I wanna come.
“I don’t give a fuck.”
The head of his cock presses against my opening. Thank fuck. He grabs both sides of my hips then assaults me out of nowhere, slamming up into me. My hands brush up against the wall, scraping my skin.
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