by Claire Angel
“I don’t get worked up too often. I think if I did, I’d lose my mind with everything going on.” Sympathy washed over her face, and she nodded before reaching for her coffee again.
I ended up making some bacon and cheese omelets for us, and we enjoyed one more cup of coffee before she had to get ready for work. I kissed her goodbye and left, strolling to my car to drive home.
Chapter 15
Kellen
I was bored within a few hours. I always worked or did something with the band, so idle time wasn’t working for me. I called Grace to see how Ella was only to find out that her mom was visiting for a couple of days. Ella was fine and still talking about Marisol, and that made me smile.
“I hope you like that girl because I adore her,” Grace told me, and I admitted that I was interested in Marisol. “Bring her over again when the two of you are free.”
I ended that call and dropped to my bed. It felt weird to be alone after spending the night with Marisol, and I cursed as I closed my eyes. What was I doing to myself?
I ended up taking a nap and woke up to my phone ringing. I reached for it to see that it was Liam and decided to call him back in a minute when I was more awake. When I did, he told me about a band that was playing at Ripple tonight that he loved. They were friends for years now, and Liam asked if I wanted to see them. He was as restless as I was in his downtime, and I agreed. We decided to have dinner first at the sports bar around the corner and catch a game before heading to the bar. Liam told me that he’d pick me up at six, and I agreed, happy to have plans.
I showered and dressed in worn jeans and one of the band t-shirts that we made up a few months ago. It never hurt to promote. I walked down my stairs to see Liam in his blue Camry waiting for me, grinning as I slipped inside. “Hey.”
“Hi, loser. Ready to eat and watch our team kick ass?” Liam asked as I rolled my eyes.
“Your team. You like football, and I like hockey. I just go to keep you company and eat their burgers.” I leaned back as he revved the engine, proud of the hours he spent under the hood. Liam was an ordinary guy that lived his life doing what he loved. He didn’t have those familial obligations that I did, but my friend had a huge heart.
“Why do you like hockey? We don’t even have a team here.” He was joking, knowing that I liked it right along with Jack.
“Fuck off.”
“I talked to your brother earlier today. What is this about you taking a fiery little waitress to dinner with them? What’s going on?”
“Why did I know you two would gossip like teenagers?” I closed my eyes and knew that I’d have to explain this. “I ran into her and invited her. She’s pretty cool when you get to know her. She’s complex and different than the girls that flock to us after the shows. Marisol is intelligent, you know?”
“I can see that. I also know that she is working so much to put herself through school.” I shot him a look, remembering how he hooked up with her friend.
“She is.” We drove a couple of blocks, and he parked out in front of the bar.
“Is there something between you?” Liam asked, and I shrugged.
“I don’t know. Can two people that are constantly busy have anything?” I joked, and he laughed. We went into the bar and sat down at the stools so Liam could have a good view of the action. He ordered a club sandwich, and I got the burger with a beer since he was driving. I didn’t plan on getting wasted, but letting go wouldn’t hurt anyone. At least, until tomorrow, when I had to work.
Liam and several other fans cheered and yelled during the game. I ate dinner and messaged Grace about Ella and how she was doing. She assure me that she was feeling fine and having a great day, and I smiled before sliding my phone into my pocket. Glancing at the screen, I saw that we were ahead and smiled before reaching for my beer.
We finished the game and headed to Ripple to see the band. The doorman flagged us through, and I glanced around as we approached the bar. It was busy tonight, and Liam greeted people as two stools cleared for us along the bar. “Gentlemen. Are you here to see the band?”
“Yep. They’re friends, and we had some downtime.” Liam punched me in the shoulder, and I glared at him.
“What can I get you to drink?” Ray asked, and I looked behind him.
“Whatever’s on tap.” Liam ordered a coke, and we chatted with Mike about the busy night and the alternative sound of the band that was on now. I saw the waitresses hustling and noted that Marisol looked tired. She stopped by to pick up some drinks and shot me a surprised glance.
“Hi. What brings you here?” There was happiness in her voice, and I grinned at her.
“The band. This loser wanted to see them, and I had that rare day off. How are you?” I asked, searching her face.
“Long day but good. We’re busy, so I won’t have time to think about being tired.” She shot me a fake smile, and I frowned. “Living the life, you know?”
“All too well.” I gazed into her eyes as she looked away to reach for her drinks. “Stop by on your break. I’ll get you some food.” The bar didn’t serve much, but the food was excellent.
“I’ll try.” Marisol shot me a warm look before she disappeared into the crowd, and I watched her until she was gone.
“You have it bad,” Liam said behind me as I rolled my eyes.
“I just noticed that she was tired. Is that okay, Dad?” I gave him a sharp look as Ray laughed.
“That girl said she already had a test and worked at another job. She’s insane.” Ray shook his head before moving to another part of the bar to help someone.
“She’s like the female version of you. Is there a reason like there is for you?”
“I guess she’s paying for school or something. Who knows?” That was her business to tell, and I sipped my beer as sounds started coming from the stage. Thank God. We moved towards the front of the stage for the full effect, and I found myself liking their vibe. It was rock with an alternative vibe, and the crowd reacted well to it.
Music had always been influential in my life. It got me through the hard times, as well as Jack. Forming the band was like a dream to all of us, and I lost myself in the music. When the set ended, I was happy to meet them for a beer at the bar and talk a bit.
I was buzzed and riding on the high of live music. I talked to the singer, Kendra, about influences and the others about their sound as fans gathered around. We were recognized as well, and I felt like I just performed. One of the members was a pretty redhead, and she got closer throughout the night as she kept drinking shots. I realized that she was draped over me as I caught Marisol’s glare from the spot she was picking up drinks from Ray.
I tried to separate myself from Kendra, excusing myself to the bathroom. She pouted with her red lips, and I moved forward, needing space. I got so wrapped up in talking that Kendra doing something that most girls did hardly affected me. The several beers I consumed didn’t help matters, and I strode down the hall to the bathrooms. Why did one look from Marisol’s dark eyes make me realize what was happening? Why did her evident anger bother me?
I crashed into someone as I grew closer to the men’s room, holding out my arms to steady myself. “Damn it. You’re always doing this.” I blinked down at Marisol. “Enjoying yourself, Kellen?”
“I’m talking to people, Marisol. I do it every week when we perform. You realize that, don’t you?” Is this what a pissed off, jealous girl looked like?
“I suppose you’ll be in the redhead’s bed tonight?” Her dark eyes flashed in the dim light from the hallway, and I gaped at her.
“What the fuck is going on? I’m talking to another band. That’s it. I don’t want her.” I turned my head right and left, seeing the storage closet a few feet away. I reached for her hand and pulled her that way as she protested, telling me she needed to get back to work. I turned the knob and dragged her inside before pushing Marisol against an empty wall.
“What the hell are you doing? I need to work!” She struggled against my body, holding h
er in place, and her face turned red. I liked seeing her jealous.
“What is going on with you? I don’t want to be in her bed, or anyone else’s. But I would love being in yours, Marisol.” I kissed her hard as she screamed against my lips and moved closer. Eventually, Marisol gave in and stopped fighting me, and her arms slid around my neck as she kissed me back. We got lost in each other, and I reached down to cup her ass and lift her against me. I heard voices outside and remembered where I was, pulling away as I held her against me. “I don’t want to let you go.”
“I’m at work, Kellen.” Her voice sounded hoarse, and I leaned down to kiss her neck. “I have to go.”
“Come to my place after work. I have to open in the morning, but I need you.” I sucked at her skin, and she dropped her head back.
“Yes. I’ll be there after I’m off.” I managed to get her phone from her pocket and enter my information into it, telling her to text me when she was leaving. She agreed and kissed me one more time before sneaking into the bathroom to fix her appearance before going to work.
I left a few minutes later, opening the door slowly and moving out into the hall. I headed to the bathroom to do the same thing, splashing cold water on my face and running a hand through my hair. Liam was still talking to the band when I returned, and Kendra cleared my seat with a seductive smile. I moved into it with a push, and she took one look at my face before moving to the side.
“Where were you?” Liam asked as I reached for my beer. This was the last one, and I was moving to water to keep my mind clear. I still felt drunk from the kiss and the way Marisol reacted to Kendra.
“Bathroom. I needed some space,” I replied as he chuckled beside me.
“She’s pouting about it, but don’t worry. Kendra is hardly lonely.” I knew that from her behavior and focused on the conversation around me. Liam suggested leaving once everyone began to trickle out, and I agreed, eager to have some time to myself before Marisol came over.
She was coming over. I was going to be in my bed with Marisol and fuck if I wasn’t going to take it as far as she would let me. Marisol’s jealousy turned me on, and I blinked as Liam stopped near the coffee shop. “See you tomorrow for practice.”
“Definitely. Thanks for the ride.” We bumped fists, and I felt his gaze on me as I headed upstairs. Liam knew me well and was aware that something happened in my time away. He just wasn’t going to push me too hard for an answer. I picked up a bit and made sure there was beer in the fridge in case she wanted one. I felt good since I was riding the high of kissing her tonight. I still felt her perfect round ass in my hands and the heat that flowed through her clothes.
I dropped to the couch to watch a late-night show as I kept a close eye on the clock. The bar closed at two, and as tired as I would be at work, it would be worth it. I was still keyed up and jumped when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see that Marisol was on her way. I was still wearing the same clothes, but I wasn’t worried about that. I just wanted to taste her again.
The knock came around ten minutes later. I stood and walked to the door, opening it to see her vulnerable expression. “Hey.”
“Hi,” I replied, allowing her to pass me. Marisol entered and looked around as I secured the door behind her.
“It is like mine.” She set her purse down and turned to face me. “I don’t know what came over me earlier. I just…I don’t get jealous.” She stepped towards me, and our eyes locked. “I don’t do this.” She waved a hand between us, and I cupped her face before kissing her.
“Neither do I,” I whispered before claiming her lips again. She clung to me, and we moved across the room, dropping on my large bed as she straddled me. Marisol moaned as she rocked against my cock, making me throb with desire. I slipped my hands down her back, gripping her ass before taking the hem of her shirt in one hand. Marisol moved for me to slip it off, and I took in her bare skin as I tossed the shirt aside. She was pale and beautiful in a sheer lace bra in the palest of pink that held her full breasts perfectly. Her nipples were a dark pink and pressed against the material as I cupped them. I kissed her as I stroked her nipples with my thumb, and she moaned into my mouth.
Marisol rocked harder against me, and I moved one hand to pull her closer. I flipped us over in one fluid movement, and Marisol gasped as she stared up at me. “Can I take these off?” I touched the button of her jeans, and she nodded. I kissed her hard and moved away to tug her jeans down, revealing skimpy underwear that matched her bra. “Fuck,” I murmured as I threw the pants aside.
“You have too many clothes on.” She pointed at my shirt, and I lifted it off as she watched it fly to the side. “I like that, by the way.”
“Want one?” I asked as her eyes traced over the muscles I worked hard for when I had the time.
“Yes,” she whispered as I leaned down to kiss her. Our skin pressed together, and she parted her lips for me. She was hot and smelled so good, and I traced my tongue against hers. I spread her legs with my knees and slipped a hand between them, finding her wet and warm. “Kellen. Oh, my God.”
“I want you, Marisol.” I kissed down her face and over her jaw as she whimpered. “Only you.”
She pulled my face back to hers for a deep kiss, and I sank against her. I was careful not to crush her as our mouths met in long, deep kisses and drew me more into this woman. I kept kissing her as I unhooked the front of her bra, leaning over to suck one nipple between my teeth. Marisol cried out, and I bit down as I traced her folds over the lace. I knew from the sounds that she was making that it wouldn’t be difficult to make her come and intended to do so many times.
I kept sucking, moving to the other nipple as I slipped a finger inside of her underwear. Fuck, she was so wet. I stroked slow and hard, circling her clit as she rocked against me. I knew there was no stopping this as she wrapped her legs around me to draw me closer. I knew she was close to the edge as I stroked, stopping just before she was there. “Kellen. Please.”
I kissed her swollen mouth hard before pressing my mouth between her breasts. I continued down her stomach, and Marisol gasped as she guessed what I was doing. She mumbled something about smelling like food, but I barely heard her as I moved down to kiss her thighs. I could only smell her sweet desire, and I spread her legs as I moved my mouth to the soft, slick skin of her inner thighs. She cried out as I moved closer to her center, struggling to move in my grip. I breathed on her for a long moment before inhaling to smell her again. One hand moved to separate her pussy, opening me to her clit as I leaned in to lick her. “Oh, God.”
“You taste like honey,” I moaned before covering her with my mouth. I licked her, drawing every drop of desire as she wriggled before me. When she cried out, I wrapped my mouth around her clit and sucked. Marisol cried my name as she came, and I kept it going with my finger inside of her.
She took a few moments to recover before pushing me to my back. Marisol tugged at my jeans, baring me as she threw them aside. I watched as she took in my body with hungry eyes, her hand wrapping around me. I dropped my head back, closing my eyes as my cock responded to her touch. Marisol was as aggressive as I guessed in bed, and I grunted as her mouth wrapped around me. She moved up and down, her arm heat tight around me as I moved with her. I could feel how long it had been for me and moaned as the pressure built deep inside of me.
“Marisol. I’m close,” I hissed as she took me deeper. I knew that she was willing to swallow and gave in to the need to come, shooting deep inside of her throat. I gasped at the intensity of it and gripped her hair as it slipped from her tight ponytail.
Marisol pulled away from me, swallowing before she dropped to her back. She breathed in and out roughly, and I blinked as the scent of her filled my room. What the fuck was happening to me?
I got us some water at her request, and we drank it down in gulps before resting against my pillows. Her skin was red and damp as she closed her eyes, smiling. “You’re stunning.” Marisol cracked one eye open, and I pushed her
damp hair back to see her beautiful face better.
“You know how to shut a pissed off girl up,” she responded as I chuckled.
“A jealous one?” I hinted, and she blushed. “You were.”
“You were in my bed last night,” she reminded me as I pulled her close to me.
“You’re in mine tonight. I might be in a band and have female fans that I lightly flirt with, but that doesn’t mean I take them home. I’m choosy, and the timing has to be right. It needs to fit in my life, and you do that.” I kissed her, and she moaned against me. We kept going until I was ready for her and pushed her to her back. “Do you want this?”
“You think I’d stop you?” She challenged me with a light chuckle.
“I just want to make sure,” I murmured, kissing her again.
“Yes. You?” she asked as I pulled away to stare at her.
“You’re serious?” I asked in disbelief as she nodded.
