One More Night (Backstage Pass Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  His eyes bored into mine, so passionate and filled with need that his gaze sent tingles of anticipation through me as I brought my hand to his hip.

  “I have no more objections. We’re doing this now.” I smiled at the spark in his eyes when I gave him the go-ahead, but my smile vanished when his lips closed over mine, and it was completely forgotten when his tongue parted my lips, and its wet, maddening strokes soon made me forget my own name.

  CHAPTER 21

  JARED

  Oh yeah.

  Making out with Alicia in the back of the limo was so much better than hanging out at Nick’s like I’d been planning to. He’d understand.

  Matt and I had a couple of drinks at the venue while we waited for the final count on the money we’d raised with the benefit, and we’d done well. Fucking well.

  Matt messaged Nick and the others to tell them, and his response, as it usually was, was that he was throwing an impromptu party to celebrate.

  They’d have to party without me for now, though. I preferred the way I was celebrating anyway. Making Alicia come a few times definitely ranked up there with the best celebrations I’d ever had. Including the time we’d flown to Vegas when our first single went platinum.

  This was her victory, too, after all. It should’ve occurred to me earlier, but that didn’t matter now. Her and I were about to have our own party, and it was going to be so much more fun than drinking with those jackass.

  Her soft hair was threaded through my fingers, and the slide of her tongue with mine was so damn good that I probably would have blown off just about anything to keep feeling it. A soft gasp escaped from her delicious mouth, and I decided that I wouldn’t have blown off just about anything for her. I would’ve blown off absolutely everything.

  I fucking loved the sounds this woman made, like she just couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t help herself, despite her usually tightly-wound control. That soft little sound from her made me harder than it did when other women screamed my name as they came. I was harder than I’d gotten watching porn that one month we’d all been celibate in solidarity with Caleb after the breakup.

  And that had been a long, painfully hard month. In every sense of the word. That was just what Alicia did to me.

  Every fucking time.

  I couldn’t get enough of her.

  My hands dropped to her ass, and I lifted her into my lap. Hooking one leg over me, she straddled my lap with her hands ripping off my hat to tug at my hair. Her tongue stroking mine, Alicia kissed me back as passionately as I was kissing her.

  She kept up with me. Always. It was great. No bullshit compliments necessary, no needing to be talked up. Once we settled into the rhythm of this thing, she was right there with me. Ready to take and give as good as I gave and got.

  Her butt filled my hands perfectly, and I kneaded her as I jerked her closer to me. Another gasp. A low moan. Fuck. I needed to get these clothes off her.

  Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she grabbed my hands, and I wondered if she wanted me to stop. I pulled back a little, but there was fire in her eyes as she crossed her hands over the edge of her shirt and pulled it off herself.

  I’d seen them before, but I still nearly swallowed my tongue when her gorgeous tits, covered by a deep purple bra that matched the panties I’d seen earlier, came into view. I would build a shrine to those soft globes if I thought she’d let me.

  She wouldn’t, but I could worship them right here. Right now. I wasn’t going to settle for doing that by just shoving her bra down to release them. I wanted them out in all their magnificent glory.

  Quickly finding the hooks to her bra, I set them free and slid the straps off her arms before getting rid of the thing. If it were up to me, those beauties would never be caged again.

  Her chest was rising and falling fast, her dusky pink nipples hard as granite and begging to be touched. I obliged them, sucking one into my mouth while I rolled the other between my fingers. Alicia’s head fell back as she mewled, her hands holding me to her breast.

  I swirled my tongue around her peak and mirrored its movements with my other hand. When her hips started rolling against me and a breathy moan fell from her lips, I knew it was time to move on. Shifting us so that she was lying down on the seat, my hands roamed over her sides and her flat stomach. That was all I did for a bit, letting my fingers explore the contours of her body, dipping them into her waistband and dragging them over the edge of her panties before pulling them back out.

  She was an absolute vision like this: spread out on the backseat, her blonde hair a stark contrast to the black leather. Lips swollen and pink from our kisses, their color the same as the flush on her cheeks. Her eyes were closed, and her breaths were coming in quick gulps.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get my hands on her. Sinking down lower, I went to work on the button on her jeans. I nearly cheered when it slid easily through its hole, and I rolled them down, taking her panties along for the ride.

  As I’d expected, her beautiful pussy was so ready for attention. Alicia whimpered as I dragged my hands up her thighs, spreading them for me until I could see every inch of her shimmering in the low light of the limo.

  My dick twitched in my pants, reminding me to hurry the fuck up. But he was staying put for a while. Once he came out to play, there was no way I was going to make this as good for Alicia as she deserved. After the angry, quick fuck this afternoon, I wanted to savor her now.

  Silky wetness coated my fingers as I pushed them up and teased them along the entrance where my cock was desperate to be. She was so fucking hot. I groaned, sliding a finger into her. My free hand moved to her hip to keep her still.

  The hard little button at the top of her slit was completely exposed, and I couldn’t wait to suck it into my mouth. Just a little bit longer.

  A second finger joined the first, rubbing at the ridges and the smooth spot inside her. Alicia cried out. “Jared. Please. No more teasing.”

  I always struggled to hold back when she begged. This time, I didn’t. There’d been enough of that for one day. I lowered my head immediately and ate her out like she was my favorite meal. Come to think of it, she was.

  Her body started shaking like an earthquake underneath me, and her stomach dipped. I held onto her tighter so I could anchor her, and her nails dug into my scalp as she came, screaming my name. I licked her all the way through it, then down again. Stroking the soft skin on her hipbone tenderly, I waited for the tremors to stop.

  “Hey,” I said as she propped herself up on her elbows, her hair tangled from thrashing her head against the seat.

  She pushed all the way up and cupped my dick in her hand. “Hey.”

  “Fuck, Alicia,” I moaned, my hips almost coming off the seat from the heat of her touch. I was a second away from losing it when she rubbed my head between her fingers.

  A smile that said she knew exactly what she was doing to me played on her lips as she cocked her head. “What? You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”

  “I can fucking take it.” Now there was a lie if I’d ever told one. I ground my teeth together and flexed my stomach muscles. I could do this. “Do your worst.”

  “Oh, I plan on it.”

  Wicked, wicked fucking woman.

  In much the same manner as I’d teased her, she went to work on me. My shirt hit the floor first, and she pushed back on my shoulders. I took the cue and lay down like the good boy I’d never fucking been, but at this point, if she wanted me to sit up and beg for it like a puppy, I probably would. Not that I’d ever let her know that.

  “Have fun,” I grunted, and her sexy, sinful smile grew wider.

  “Again, I was already planning on it.” My one leg was planted on the floor as Alicia knelt on the bottom of the seat. Her hands explored my abs, my pecs, and my arms. Her fingernails traced the lines of my muscles before doing the same with the outlines of my ink.

  There were always questions in her eyes when she did that, but she’d
never once asked them. It was refreshing that she somehow knew they all meant something to me, and she didn’t pry. It saved me from having to make shit up to keep them private.

  I sucked in a breath when her fingertips danced over the jagged-edged stars that started on my side and extended down to my hip, where she grazed the head of my dick with the back on her hand while running it from one hip to the other.

  Her hooded eyes followed the movement of her hands, and if I was going to survive this, I was going to have to stop watching her and recite the pledge of allegiance or something. But I couldn’t stop watching her, so I bit down and tried to hold my shit together.

  Lifting my hips to help, Alicia removed my pants and boxers, after having dropped my shoes to the floor already. A long groan was ripped from me as her hands circled my base and her mouth closed over my crown.

  “Holy shit,” I moaned, her tongue sliding along my shaft as she took me all the way. That felt too good. She moved her hands all over me, alternating the pressure of her mouth with the strokes of her tongue. I’d had enough of this game.

  I needed to come, and if history was anything to go by, she did, too. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the underside of my head, and my body became an inferno. My skin was on fire. My balls heavy and aching. Every muscle tensed, and my ass flexed.

  It just about killed me to stop her, and my voice was coarse and rough. “Enough.”

  Blinking as I tried to form a single thought that wasn’t sexual, I reached for the stash of condoms I had at hand in the limo. The foil ripped easily between my teeth, and like the sound was the shot of a starter pistol, Alicia was on me the second I rolled it on, climbing astride me as I reached for her.

  She was molten hot, so fucking slippery and smooth around my throbbing cock. It pulsed and swelled. If there was any more pressure around me, I was going to disintegrate. My need exploded inside me, and I surrendered to instinct. Flipping us so that she was on her back again, my hips pounded against her.

  “Harder,” she moaned, her hands digging into my hips.

  I filled her again and again, giving her what she wanted. Plowing into her until I hit bottom. “Jesus. Fuck.”

  Alicia’s whimpers became shouts as she started rippling around me. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna come. Jared! Fuck, Jared. Yes!”

  She shattered and clutched my ass as she came for me, squeezing me so tightly that I had no choice in the matter as she dragged me over the edge right along with her.

  Thank god.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Our bodies melted together as I went off like a goddamn gunshot, vibrations running through me, leaving me trembling until the last of the blowback subsided. My orgasm sucked me dry as I came inside her.

  Collapsing on top her with a groan, I pushed the damp tendrils of her hair from her forehead and leaned mine against it. Alicia released a breathy laugh that warmed me.

  “You were right about limo sex. Totally awesome.”

  A satisfied grin broke free as I pushed myself up, drinking in the sated expression in her eyes and her supple body. “Hell yeah.”

  CHAPTER 22

  ALICIA

  “I love this place,” Kelly said as we walked into the crowded fifties-style diner, with its low ceilings and old school rock-and-roll décor. All those expensive restaurants and cafes and bistros scattered around this city didn’t stand a chance against this place in my eyes.

  They served the best burger in town, and they had a plethora of wacky, yet amazing, milkshakes to choose from. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Their shakes were so extravagant, they were almost vulgar. They stole the show, and it was awesome.

  “Me too,” I replied, searching for an empty booth. There was only one left, right in the middle of the action. We spotted it at the same time as a young couple walking through the door, and we made a dash for it, reaching it just in time to slide into the red, plastic-covered seat before the couple reached it.

  I gave them an apologetic smile, which was returned by a death glare from them both as they sulked their way back to the waiting area. Kelly smiled triumphantly as she slid her bag off her shoulder and got comfortable.

  A bubblegum popping waitress approached us and welcomed us back like old friends. “What can I get you ladies today?”

  “Death by chocolate shake and a sparkling water for me, please,” Kelly said, and I nodded my agreement.

  “Same.”

  “Comin’ right up.” The waitress smiled, tapped her pencil on the outside of her notebook, and rushed off.

  “So, I’ve been keeping an eye out for your boys on the reporting side of things, and I have to tell you that whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it. People are buzzing over this upcoming album release.” Kelly’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

  “Thanks, but they’re not my boys. I’m glad you’re getting the same feeling from people about the album release as I am, though. I think it’s going to be huge.”

  “Trust me. It’s more than a feeling.” A burst of laughter shot from her. “Hey, look at what I did there. Anyway, it’s not just a feeling. I know what’s happening on the ground with the reporters, and it’s true. You guys have managed to build this up to something massive.”

  “Fingers crossed that it holds,” I told her.

  People were chattering all around us. Mustang Sally’s, where we were having dinner, was always packed at this time of night. Filled to the brim as it was, Kelly and I managed to find our privacy in the absorbed dinnertime conversations going on around us and the high walls of the booth.

  “That’s why I said, keep doing whatever it is you’re doing. My editor keeps bugging me to try to get details from you. I know that you are ethically and contractually bound to keep things quiet, but are you sure you can’t tell me just one tiny little thing?”

  She didn’t even look at me as she asked, her eyes on the menu as she studied her options. I knew she was only asking me because her editor told her to and she wanted to be able to say that she had, but she wasn’t actually expecting any insider information.

  “Not a one, sorry. You know I would have given you something if I could, but there’s nothing. We’ve built this campaign around anticipation, and since you’ve said so twice yourself tonight, I’ve got to keep doing what I’ve been doing.”

  The waitress delivered our drinks, and I all but swooned as I took my first sip of the chocolatey paradise that was this shake.

  “I’ll be back in a few to take your order,” she said, then flitted to the next table.

  Kelly laughed and raised her water glass to me. “Touché, big sister. Nicely played. I’ll just be waiting on the edge of my seat like everyone else, then. Tell me what’s going on with you. You look happier than you have in a long time.”

  “I am,” I admitted, smiling contentedly. “I thought I wouldn’t be able to love my job any more than I did before, but I really do. Working for Destitute has been great. They haven’t gotten into anything horrendous so far. The band members are cocky, and they live their lives at a thousand miles an hour, but they don’t have any weird requests or hang ups, not that I’ve picked up on anyway. All things considered, it’s a pretty awesome gig. I’m lucky to have landed it.”

  “That you are.” Her eyes were bright with amusement and curiosity, and she leaned forward with her elbows on the table. “A certain one of those band members wouldn’t just so happen to be contributing to your happiness, would he?”

  Jared knew that my sister knew about us, and he didn’t seem to mind, so I didn’t feel bad about opening up to her about him. “He definitely is. At the risk of sounding like a walking, talking cliché, Jared is beyond compare. He’s phenomenal.”

  Kelly sighed dreamily and formed a bridge with her fingers to rest her chin on with the straw of her milkshake scraping at her lips. “Don’t stop now. Tell me more.”

  “I don’t even know where to start.” The thought of him made my heart jump and race, and as I searched through my m
emories of him to accurately describe him to my sister, my pulse quickened to a thrum, and I couldn’t hold back the singular smile that he brought to my lips.

  “It’s that good, huh?” she asked, sweeping her eyes across my face. I nodded as enthusiastically as a bobble-head doll on a bad road.

  “It really is,” I said, then blurted out, “I think I’m falling for him.”

  My admission hung in the air between us. I hadn’t been planning on saying those words out loud, but now that I had, it was really hard to deny that they were true. Saying them also cemented the feeling in me, and I knew without a shadow of doubt that I was falling for Jared, as stupid as that might have been.

  Shit.

  I was in a freefall, and there was no more stopping it.

  The panic of that realization settled heavily in the pit of my stomach. What was I going to do? For a man who refused to call spending time together, having meals together, and sleeping together “dating,” Jared would be horrified if I were to tell him how I felt.

  He would put a stop to this whole, friends with benefits thing, faster than I would probably be able to get the words out. Putting a stop to it was also the best way of protecting myself from getting in any deeper. From falling deeper.

  But there wasn’t one single part of me that wanted to put a stop to it.

  Kelly’s eyes narrowed on mine, watching as all these thoughts crashed into me. Finally, she leaned back in the red vinyl booth, pursed her lips, and gave me a pointed look. “Lust or love? Falling in lust with him I could understand. Hell, I’ve never even met him, and I’m halfway there, but falling in love with him…” She trailed off, but she didn’t need to say the words for me to know what they were.

  Falling in love with him is a bad idea. With a capital B.

  “I know, but it’s not like I can just turn off my feelings. If I’d stopped when it was nothing more than lust, sure. But I didn’t. What I feel for him now surpasses that by a mile.”