by Michelle Lee
His Adam’s apple bobs again. “Jules, I, shit, I…” It seems Dash is at a loss for words.
“You want me to fuck you hard and dirty, don’t you, you bad boy? Tell me the truth, and I just might let you have what you want.” I lick my way down to his navel.
Dash writhes beneath me, holding back. He pushes his hips up, letting me know exactly what he wants.
“You are an eager boy, aren’t you, Dash?”
My lips work their way back up his torso until they hover over his. I move my lips back and forth over Dash’s, just barely touching. He squeezes his eyes closed as if he’s trying to get himself under control.
“Dash,” his name is a moan on my lips.
“Yes, Jules?” His voice is full of so much want and need. I almost hate to do this.
“Get up and get ready. We have a vineyard to tour.” Before I can get out of bed and away from Dash—because the look in his eyes is a little scary, but in a sexy I’m-going-to-get-you kinda way—he tightly wraps his arms around me, flipping me over and pinning me down.
“Dash, I’m dead serious. We have to get up and get ready.” As much as I’m dying to stay wrapped in him in bed, we need to get ready. I start to wiggle under his weight, trying to break free. I just know he’s going to tease me right back, and I won’t be able to take it. I’ll cave, and then Carlo will be upset and tell Enzo, who will tell Hank, and then Hank will be upset and probably give me the most boring assignments.
“Nuh huh, not just yet. I’m gonna fuck you hard and dirty, and then we can go. Although you probably will be wondering what vineyard when I’m through with you, missy,” Dash teases, and I can tell underneath the teasing he’s dead serious.
“Dash, please.”
“Oh, baby, you don’t have to beg me. I will give you anything and everything you need,” Dash promises.
“I know, but that’s not what I meant, Da…” Before I can utter another word, Dash’s mouth is on mine, his tongue eagerly seeking out mine when it sweeps against the seam of my lips. My words may have been saying “not now,” but my mouth and body are saying otherwise.
His tongue is teasing as I feel his hand reach down between us, cupping my sex. I know I’m extremely wet, and Dash easily slips two fingers into my pussy, curling them to hit that right spot, making me moan his name. His mouth works its way down my neck, licking, sucking, and nipping all along the way. My skin pebbles underneath his touch. I push my chest up, wanting more of his mouth. His lips work their way down until his mouth reaches my breast. His lips wrap around my pert nipple, sucking and making me clench. His fingers continue to work inside me, bringing my release closer and closer. I slowly feel my walls constrict around his fingers. Just a few more thrusts and my orgasm will take me. Knowing I’m so close, Dash takes my nipple between his teeth, biting on the soft flesh, tugging ever so slightly. His fingers push in me one more time, pushing me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing with every pulse. “Daaaasssshhhh.”
His tongue swirls around my nipple and then licks its way back up my torso, seeking out my mouth. I hungrily kiss him, my tongue slipping into his mouth. We devour each other, not able to get enough.
I need more. I need him inside me. I push my hips against his erection. “Dash, please.”
“What about the vineyard?”
“Fuck the vineyard. Just please fuck me.”
Without hesitation, his dick pushes in my slick, wet entrance, welcoming him. He begins to push further into me, and my body adjusts to take all of him. My body bucks under his, my fingers digging into his tight ass, guiding him to push harder, faster. Something primal takes over Dash as he begins to thrust so hard into me that it causes me to slip up the bed. He wraps his arms underneath me, snaking them around my back and coming up my shoulders holding on to them tightly. He thrusts harder and faster. I did say I wanted to fuck him hard and dirty, and that’s exactly what he’s giving me. I meet his movements thrust for thrust. Dash’s muscles begin to tense. I know he’s close, as am I. Sweat slicks over our skin, and each time he thrusts into me it creates a suction, causing the sound to fill the room when we separate. His agile fingers find my clit, and he begins to play me as if I were his guitar. My muscles clamp down around his hard, thick cock. I’m so fucking close.
“Daaaaasssshhh,” I scream again as my orgasm starts to rip through me, my body shivering and shaking as it does.
One last plunge into me and Dash’s orgasm spirals through him, his body trembling above me. “Sunshine, my Sunshine,” he growls as his body gives in and gives out.
The once silent room is filled with the sounds of our panting breath; our chests heave, trying to get as much oxygen as possible. Dash slumps down on me, his head buried in my shoulder, shrouding him in a curtain of my hair. He’s trying to keep as much weight off of me, but I relish the feel of him on me. My fingernails scratch their way up his back and weave into his hair. Gently gripping his hair, I pull his head up, gazing into his eyes. The emotion I see in them I hope are reflected in mine. “I love you, Jules, like I’ve never loved no other. You are the air I breathe. You are the heart that beats in my chest. You are my Sunshine. You are my forever.”
My eyes glisten and a lump forms in my throat, filled with so emotion from what he’s just said. “I love you so much. I can’t imagine living without you.” My words aren’t as poignant as his, but it’s how I feel. Dash holds me to him, and I feel as though he will never let me go. Finally after a few minutes, it’s time for us to get up and get ready before we’re really late.
“Dash?”
“Yeah.”
“We need to get up and get ready. We do have a vineyard to tour.”
“Wait, does that mean I didn’t fuck you hard and dirty enough?” How could he even doubt that?
“Dash, you fucked me good and hard and I did almost forget. However, wine and vineyards are my second favorite things in the whole wide world, and it’s part of my job. Enzo was very gracious when he gave me an exclusive interview and open invitation to tour his vineyards.”
“So, wine and vineyards are your second favorite things. What is your first?”
I grip his shoulders, and with all the strength I possess, I flip us over and pin him down. My hair falls around my face, cascading all around us creating our own little private bubble. “So?” he questions.
I reach down and kiss him sweetly on the tip of his nose before sitting up and swinging my body off the bed and off of Dash. He grunts his disapproval. “You, silly.” The hugest, dorkiest smile is plastered on his face at my comment. How could he think he wouldn’t be my most favorite thing in the whole world?
“So, I’m going to gather my things and go to my room and take a shower to get ready. Let’s say I meet you in the lobby in about an hour.”
“You don’t want to get ready here?”
“Um, no,” I reply, my finger tapping against my lips. “That would not be a good idea.”
“And why not?” Like he doesn’t know the answer to that already.
“Oh, because if I go into that shower with you, there’s no coming out. And like I said, Carlo is expecting me. He’s doing me a favor.”
“Fine.” He pouts as I gather my clothes that are strewn about the room and start to get dressed.
“But I promise that later tonight, we will be in this bed the entire time. We can even skip dinner if you want.” That should make him happy.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.” I look over, and he’s lacing his hands together behind his head like he has all the time in the world to lounge around.
“I’m gonna hold me to that too.” I finish putting my shoes on and saunter over to him. “Promise.” I lean down and kiss him hard and fast because if I take my time, I know he will pull me back into bed. “You’ve got one hour, Ford. Don’t be late, or I’m going without you,” I call out over my shoulder as I start to walk toward to the door. I blow him a kiss, and then the door quietly closes behind me.
AF
TER GETTING READY, probably the fastest I’ve ever gotten ready, I make my way to the lobby. I told Dash that I would meet him there after he called my room. The man is very impatient today, and I can’t blame him. I am too. I just want to spend every waking hour with him until I have to leave. The thought of leaving weighs heavy on my mind as well as my heart. I push it into the dark recesses of my mind as the elevator dings its arrival to the lobby. I step out, and my eyes immediately find Dash. He’s sitting in one of the sitting areas, his right leg crossed over his left thigh, that way that guys sit. His attention is on a magazine, but as if sensing me, his eyes trail up and find mine. My heart hammers in my chest as he puts the magazine down without even looking because his focus is all on me. He gets up and walks toward me; it’s as if he’s walking in slow motion, and my heart hammers faster in my chest and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Several female hotel patrons notice Dash as he walks the distance to me and honestly, who can blame them—he’s absolutely breathtaking. After what seems like the longest walk across a hotel lobby in history, Dash is standing before me.
“Hey,” is all I can say because all of a sudden, I’m very nervous and I’m not really sure why.
Dash doesn’t say anything—he just leans down until his lips are touching mine giving me the gentlest of kisses. It’s feather soft, just ghosting my lips, sending a shock wave of tingles throughout my whole body. How does one simple, innocent kiss cause such a reaction? Two words—Dash Ford. My heart thumps wildly, the butterflies feeling as though they’ve grown several hundred wings and are mutant.
He pulls back, staring into my eyes, crooked smile firmly in place. “You ready?”
I know he’s just asked me a question, but for the life of me I have no idea what it is. My brain is all fuzzy from one innocent kiss. You would think after all we did last night that I would be immune to his kissing powers, but apparently not.
“You render me speechless from time to time too.” Dash chuckles and then kisses the tip of my nose. “So, are you ready to get out of here or…”
“No… no… I’m good, let’s go.” Dash motions his head over to the corner, and when I turn around Russell is approaching us. I almost forget that Dash isn’t just Dash, but he’s Dash Ford, lead singer of Redemption and the fantasy of thousands if not millions of women. My heart sinks to my stomach. We are venturing outside the hotel into the world where he will get recognized, and I will have to face his adoring yet bitchy-at-times fans. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I link my arm in his, leading us toward the exit. Might as well get this over with. “As ready as I’m gonna be.” That’s when I notice the paparazzi outside waiting, cameras poised at the ready.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you. I always will,” Dash whispers in my ear. I believe him. And with that knowledge I stand taller—confidence starting to swirl inside.
“I can do this. I’ve got this.” We make our way through the lobby and meet the paparazzi head on. Flashes go off around us, practically blinding us. Russell pushes our way through to the car. I safely get inside as Dash makes his way around to the driver’s seat. Russell takes his spot in the back seat after guiding Dash around the car. I didn’t realize Dash would be driving. Flashes continue to go off all around us. Once in the car Dash turns to look at me, and I can’t help but give him the biggest smile I have. I made it through the paparazzi unscathed without a run-in with a rabid fan.
“We good?” Dash’s hand grabs mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“Never better.” And it’s the truth. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.
“You amaze me.” Dash brings my hand to his lips, kissing it softly.
“Do I? Why?” I’m not sure why I’m asking, but sometimes I still find it hard to believe that I’m with this man and he’s with me. How can I possibly amaze him? I don’t do anything special, and I’m not particularly talented. I’m just me.
“Just when I think I’ve got my beautiful girlfriend figured out, she throws me a curve ball.” Dash smiles, shaking his head, turning the key in the ignition, bringing the massive piece of Italian machinery to life.
I throw him a curve ball? I’m dodging curve balls left and right ever since I met him. But last night I had a dream while wrapped in Dash’s arms, and it was the most beautiful dream ever. We were proclaiming our love for each other in front of all our friends. It was our wedding day. I had accepted all that Dash’s life entailed and was handling it without any doubt, fear, or insecurities. I woke up briefly from it, and the realization of it hit me like a ton of bricks. If being Dash comes with all of this craziness, I need to embrace the craziness and roll with it. I had an epiphany of sorts. “Well, I just really thought about it, and there’s no sense fighting it. To be with you, to be in your world, this is just one of the side effects.” My hand motions to the photographers outside the window. “Like they say, ‘you can’t beat them, join them.’” And with that, I turn to the window and wave to the paparazzi.
Dash laughs, and Russell joins him from behind us. “Like I said, you definitely amaze me. I love you, Sunshine.” Dash leans across the console, his hand reaching out to caress my cheek before he draws my lips to his. This time the kiss isn’t so innocent, and I get lost in the feel of his warm mouth, his tongue stroking mine. A throat clearing behind us breaks us apart. “Okay, so where to?”
“The vineyard is about forty-five minutes southwest of Rome. I’ll just put the address in the GPS and we’ll be on our way.” I pull out a slip of paper from my bag and begin typing the address into the GPS.
“Um, I need to stop off somewhere first, if that’s okay?” Dash sounds a little nervous at first, and when I look over at him, there’s nothing there to indicate it, though.
“Yeah, sure, it’s no problem. Is everything okay?”
He reaches over, taking my hand in his, resting them together on the center console. “Sunshine, everything is perfect. Today is perfect. No worries, okay?” He brings our entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of mine before pulling out onto the streets of Rome to an unknown destination.
AFTER DRIVING FOR about twenty minutes, the car slows down and pulls over in front of a small store on the corner. The sign above it simply says Antonio’s and nothing else indicating what type of store it is. Maybe it’s a designer clothing store and Dash needs to pick up something to wear to some event that Roland is insisting the band attends. Dash turns the car off after carefully parallel parking it. He did it so effortlessly, which doesn’t surprise me—everything Dash does, he does well and with little to no effort. He undoes his seatbelt and I start to undo mine when his hand reaches over, stopping me. “You wait here… I’ll be right back.” Before I have a chance to protest, Dash it out of the car, closing the door behind him and entering the shop. I turn around to ask Russell what is going on. He just shrugs his shoulders and mumbles, “You’ve got me.” I contemplate getting out and going into the shop to see why he’s being so damn secretive, but just as I decide to Dash opens the door behind his, placing a box on the seat. After closing the door he gets back in the car, starts the engine, and takes off as if that just didn’t happen. I stare at him in utter disbelief. Is he going to tell me what’s in the box? Do I have to play twenty questions with him to figure out what’s inside? Why isn’t he telling me?
“What’s that?”
“Oh, nothing, really. Something that I just need for later.” His eyes never leave the road, nor does he turn to look over at me, not even a glance. I can see his lips quirking up in that “I’ve got a secret I’m not telling” kinda way.
“Something you need for later, huh?”
“You’ll see. Just be patient.”
Patient? He expects me to be patient after giving me nothing? I can’t help but pout and gaze out the window, ignoring him, my arms crossing over my chest in defiance. I know I’m being juvenile, but he could just tell me, right?
“I promise you’ll know soon enough. Ok
ay?”
Soon enough—yeah right. “Whatever. I dismiss his words with a flip of my hand and hair. I can hear him chuckle next to me along with the big wall of walking muscle behind us. He knows I don’t really like surprises. Ugh. Now all I think about is what’s in the damn box and I need to focus my attention on where we’re going. I may not be here on assignment, but still I need to take mental notes so if I need to write about it later. I can.
We continue to drive through the beautiful landscape that is the outskirts of Rome. The road winds through the expansive greenery as we pass several vineyards. Finally, the GPS alerts us that we are arriving at our destination. Dash turns off the road and crosses under a gate; the carved sign indicates Venuti Vineyards.
My eyes take in the beautiful scene before me—it’s like something out of a movie or a beautiful painting. I thought the vineyard in Napa was amazing. This one is beyond amazing. There really isn’t a word that’s been invented to describe it. I roll down the window, inhaling deeply, and a broad smile pulls at my lips. Instinctively I close my eyes and take another deep breath. The earthiness of the vineyard assaults my senses, its richness unparalleled with anything I’ve experienced before. I hope Dash can appreciate the beauty of this place. I hope he likes being in my world for a change, and I can’t wait to show it to him.
Dash pulls up in front of the main house, and a rather lanky, tall blond man stands on the steps. The car stops and the man rushes over and opens my door, offering his hand. I place my hand in his, and he pulls me up out of the car. Before I can get my bearings straight, he embraces me. Before the man lets go Dash is at my side, wrapping a possessive arm around my waist, pulling me away. I’m slightly embarrassed but delighted in the fact for the first time his inner green monster is rearing its head. For once, it’s not just me. Russell tries to contain a laugh behind us. Dash turns to glare at him. Russell puts his hands up as if to say I surrender and goes to stand back by the car.
