One More Night (Backstage Pass Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  "Why does that matter?" She moved back in front of me and chuckled.

  "Damn, you're beautiful, Ri. You're stealing my thoughts more and more." I leaned down and kissed her a few more times.

  "Get a room. We are." Liam walked by, and I pulled from Riley and reached out to grab his shirt.

  "Dude. No. Seriously." I tilted my head and gave him bro-code for hell no. The girl was off limits.

  "What? Why?" He glanced down at Charlotte and smiled. "Ethan is telling me you're off limits. You the third member of his and Riley's fling?"

  "Fling?" Riley asked as I stiffened.

  "No. Not fling. He's being a cock." I gave her my full attention. "It's in his nature. I was trying to make sure Charlotte-" I glanced back up and they were gone. "Well, fuck. I swear."

  Riley pulled me back as I started to go after them. "No. It's fine. She's a grown woman and she knows that he's only after a night of passion."

  "Passion is a really strong word." I turned back to her and grabbed a beer off a tray someone toted by before pressing it to my lips and drinking deeply.

  "Wait. What's he after if not passion?"

  I leaned down and pressed my mouth against her ear. "Have you seen those really nasty porns where the girl is getting drilled like a piece of meat? The guy's not interested in her pleasure, but only his own."

  "Oh." She stepped back and glanced toward the stairs. "Really?"

  "Yeah. He's a piece of work. I promise. We really should save your friend." I started toward the stairs and she stopped me again.

  "But aren't there some girls in the world that like really rough guys that drill them all night?"

  I swallowed as my cock started to dance in my slacks. "Really, right now? Just seeing you in that dress has me hanging over the edge of creaming my pants. Now you want to talk about getting drilled like a rag doll from behind."

  "Wow. You just added a lot of adjectives to that sentence." She laughed and put her hand on my chest. "Charlotte can handle herself. She's fine."

  "Is she one of those girls?"

  "No clue." She licked at her lips subtly as the vein in the side of her neck beat wildly.

  "Wait. Are you?" I lifted my eyebrow as every muscle in my body locked.

  Please say yes. Oh fuck, please say yes.

  "Maybe."

  "Good enough." I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the stairs.

  "Wait. I'm not messing up their night."

  "Right." I glanced back and smiled at her. "You're making mine."

  Chapter 19

  Riley

  "This place is huge." I glanced around as Ethan half dragged me down the hall. I'd never seen him so determined to get somewhere. "Hey." I pulled my hand from his. "You okay?"

  "Yeah. I'm fucking turned on." He reached out and opened a door. "Come on. Let's mess around. I wanna feel you against me."

  "At your mom's house? Let's just hang out a little while and then go back to your place." I hadn't planned on giving into him, but the minute he started to unbutton his shirt I knew I was in trouble.

  "Hell yeah, at my mom's house." He walked into the room behind him. "Riley. Come on, baby. I haven't stopped thinking about you since Thursday night when you left me hard and aching."

  "We watched Grease and ate pizza." I walked into the bedroom and yelped as he closed the door and pressed me against it. His hunger was palpable, his hands greedy and grabbing at my flesh.

  "We could be reading a storybook to a Sunday school class and I'd want you." He licked my neck and ground against me. "You're so perfect. Did you know that?"

  I felt perfect when he told me I was. Every concern and worry melted in the face of his lust. Every one about Jace and my indecision to put my heart on the line with Ethan and be truthful about where I was.

  "You make me feel like I am." I groaned as he slid his hands up my thighs, forcing my dress up.

  "No panties?" He moved back and smiled at me.

  "I like playing your games." I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. What the fuck was I doing there?

  "So hot." He moved down to his knees and forced me to drape one of my legs over his thick shoulder as he opened me up and leaned in to drink deeply from me.

  Pleasure rolled through me in tantalizing waves as I rocked against him and let my inhibitions take a back seat. Jace was the only man I let see me acting like a whore, but it was time to let that relationship go and give this one with Ethan my full attention.

  I gripped his hair tightly and rocked my hips, fucking his mouth as he gripped my thighs tightly and locked eyes with me. The hunger in his gaze was enough to keep me there as long as he demanded it of me. His eyes fluttered closed as he groaned against my flesh and that was it. White hot electricity shot out of my stomach, weakening my knees and forcing me to grip his shoulders to stay upright.

  "Mmmhmmm. More," he mumbled against my flesh and worked two fingers into me.

  "No," I whimpered as the sound of someone coming down the hall filled me with fright. "Ethan. Someone is coming."

  He glanced up. "Lock the door, baby."

  "No. Let's go back to your-" I moaned as he pressed his mouth back against me and drove his fingers deep inside of me, working me like I'd only dreamt someone would. I lost myself within a matter of minutes, pressing against him and riding the high as long as I could.

  "So good." He licked my pussy once more before moving back and sucking on his fingers. The smile on his face was beyond naughty.

  "What?" I pressed my back to the door as my dress slid down my legs.

  "You are one of those girls." He stood up and laughed. "I'm so fucking thrilled."

  "Oh yeah?" I reached out and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. "Why is that?"

  "I thought you wanted to make love. You know... have something softer."

  "I thought you did." I smiled and crawled onto his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Not that I minded. It was the first time anyone's gone really slow with me."

  He pulled me down for a long probing kiss. I melted against him and sucked on his tongue as the fire between my thighs ignited once more.

  "I like you any way you come, Ri. I just want you to come." He ran his hands over my ass and pulled at my dress until he had my flesh in his grasp. "You want it slow tonight, or do you want me to fuck you in a way that has you crying out for help?"

  I swallowed and glanced up toward the ceiling. What was he asking of me?

  "I don't know," I whispered and turned my attention back toward him.

  "Let's figure it out, all right?" He stood and picked me up before turning and putting me on my back. "Take your dress off. I wanna see your tits jiggle."

  There was nothing to say, so I pulled my dress over my head and unbuckled my bra as he finished stripping and put a condom on.

  "I've imagined this a million times." I laid back and stretched my arms on the bed above me.

  "Me naked or us fucking?" He ran his hand down the center of my chest, stopping only to squeeze my breasts for a moment.

  "Both." I arched into his touch and pressed my feet against his perfect stomach.

  "For how long?" He gripped my ankles and extended my legs until they lay flat against his chest, leaning over to the side of his neck. He glanced over and kissed my feet softly as he pressed just inside of me.

  "Since I was a teenager."

  "I got a class-A stalker on my hands." He rolled his hips, massaging my entrance.

  I gripped the sheets and pressed down toward him as lust drenched me from every angle. "A lover. Not a stalker."

  "I like that. You set our pace. Slow or fast. Shallow or deep?" He gripped my knees and pressed forward, impaling me with one hard stroke.

  I cried out and pressed my teeth into my bottom lip. "So good."

  "Yeah, you are." He moved back a little and gripped my legs, using his leverage to fuck me slow and deep. I'd never imagined in a million years that I could handle a guy of his size, though I wanted to. I'd convinced m
yself that I would make it work. But it did work. So good. Without any effort. I was so sloppy wet it was embarrassing.

  "Faster," I moaned and opened my legs, bending my knees and pressing my feet against his pectoral muscles.

  "Like this?" He gripped the very top of my thighs and jerked me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost hanging off as he drove into me faster and faster.

  "Fuck," I moaned and lost myself in another orgasm. So big. So powerful.

  "Drench me, Ri. Let yourself go."

  I moaned again, the sound guttural and so far beyond needy.

  "More." He drove into me harder, opening me up and leaving nothing but pleasure racing through me. "I want more from you."

  "Take it," I panted, unable to catch my breath. "Anything you want."

  He worked me through another orgasm before moving us up the bed and pressing himself to the top of me. The love in his eyes scored me, scared me, threatened to break me open.

  "What do you want from me?" He brushed his nose by mine. "A friends-with-benefits relationship? We fuck and take care of each other? Go out and have fun from time to time?" He drove back into me and my head came up off the bed as pleasure danced in my stomach.

  "Yes. That sounds so good." I wanted more.

  Tell him. Tell him that you want love.

  I rolled us over and ignored the voice pounding in my head.

  "Good. You want it? Ask for it and I'll give it to you, Riley." He pulled me down to lay flush against him as I pumped my hips, massaging him with my body.

  "I want it. I need it." I pressed my face against his neck, kissing him softly as I rode him hard. The combination felt so good, so right. I needed the night in his arms, to lay beside him until we got up the next morning and started all over again.

  If sex was all I was going to get with him for the time being, I wanted a lot of it. It was filling the lust and love buckets in my life.

  He wrapped his arms around me and turned his face toward me. "Kiss me while I come."

  I pressed my lips to his and bobbed up and down on him as fast as I could. I love you was on the tip of my tongue, which I bit as hard as I could to keep it locked behind my teeth.

  "Slower." He pressed his head against the mattress beneath us and groaned, trapping me to him with his strong hands gripping my ass and forcing me back into making love.

  Another orgasm built up inside of me, and I pushed up on his chest, leaning over him as I moved sensually, dancing as we fucked.

  "There it is. Right there." He gripped my breast and kept the other hand on my ass while he thrashed below me, pumping his hips in a way that had me cresting over the edge with him. I made sure to milk him through his explosion before dropping down on his chest.

  "That was incredible." I glanced up at him, my cheek pressed to his chest.

  "Marry me?" He smiled and brushed my hair back.

  "Absolutely." I closed my eyes and tried to still my beating heart.

  If only he were being serious.

  Chapter 20

  Ethan

  "Wait. You're pissed because the hottest girl in Hollywood just wants your wood and nothing else?" Liam glanced up from making a holy hell mess with his cereal and laughed, drizzling some of it from his open mouth.

  "Awww... Really? Shit." I got up to get more napkins. Having him sleep over after we had a few more beers with the girls and drove them home seemed like the right thing to do, but obviously it wasn't.

  "Yeah, really." He grabbed the roll of paper towels from me as his humor died. "You're being a fucking pussy. This woman is everything any man would want. Her fucking friend texted me ten times last night even though I was really, really clear that it was a booty call and nothing else."

  "You're an asshole. You know that?" I grabbed the paper napkins and smacked him in the side of the head with the roll. "Life is about so much more than jacking off with your hand or some girl's twat."

  "Really? Why?" He leaned back. "Because you're making it be more than that. I'm good with just having fun until it's time to settle down."

  "And when is that time, Liam? You're not exactly a spring chicken."

  "Dude, really?" He stood up. "Look at Cole. He totally settled down when he was young and what happened? The bitch got tired of him and worse? She stopped putting out. No fucking way I'd stay with a chick who decided I had to earn my way into her body. Bitch would be out without a word of advice or a pot to piss in."

  I laughed at the audacity of my brother. "Who the hell raised you?"

  "The world. Remember?" He glanced down at his bowl, and I regretted bringing up our childhood.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

  "Naw. It's good." He glanced up at me and smiled. "Have fun, Ethan. Life has been hard, hasn't it?"

  "Yes. It's been beyond hard." I sat down in the chair closest to him. "I do plan on having lots of fun, but I love her, Liam. It changes things, man."

  "Does it?" He picked up his spoon and shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I've never been in love."

  "Not even a little?"

  "No, not unless you or that blow up doll I had in high school counts."

  "Did you really just put me in the same category as a plastic bitch you poked your dick in everyday?"

  He nodded. "Absolutely. Twice a day on slow days. Don't underestimate the power of those things. They're awesome."

  "I really do hate you sometimes." I laughed and pressed my hands to my face.

  "I'm teasing, man." He squeezed my shoulder. "I'm just trying to get you to relax a little."

  "I get it." I slid my hands down my face. "But you don't. Love makes everything better."

  "Even the sex?"

  "Absolutely. The sex. It turns me from being a greedy bastard in the bed to wanting more than anything to feel Riley clench, to hear her moan, to force her to come. I want her pleasure so much more than my own."

  He snorted. "And you think this is somehow selling me the idea of love? Giving up my pleasure for hers?"

  "You don't give it up. You want... You know, never mind." I pulled out my phone. "I'm just gonna have to figure this out on my own."

  "Friends with benefits is fucking awesome. Stick to it and you can't lose."

  "Yeah," I got up, "and I can't really win either."

  "Guess it depends on the prize you're after."

  I nodded and looked my brother in the eye. "Her heart, Liam. I want to be a man after her heart."

  ***

  A sigh of relief left me when Liam packed up and left later that afternoon. My brother was usually a source of comfort to me, but lately I'd been moving in a much different direction than he was. It wasn’t good or bad. It just was.

  My phone rang from the living room as I leaned against the kitchen counter, thinking about what to do about Riley.

  I walked into the living room, hoping that it was her, looking for an excuse to come over and spend some time with me. Unknown number. Where I didn't usually answer numbers I didn't know, I wanted to make sure it wasn't my girl.

  "What?" I barked into the phone and sat down.

  "Is this Ethan?" I didn't know the voice on the other end of the line.

  "Yeah. How did you get this number? It's unlisted."

  "You gave it to me about three months ago at a club."

  "Highly unlikely. I'm hanging up now. Have a great day."

  "Wait. It's Amber. I'm... I'm the one-"

  "That says she has my baby inside of her and yet you haven't come over here to talk to me or anything. You just called the media and drove my name into the ground." Anger so hot it turned my stomach pulsed through me. I stood and growled. "Do you know how much I’ve given up to become the man I am?"

  "Ethan."

  "No, no... Really. You say you're carrying my child. Why in the world wouldn't you come to me and let me figure things out with you?"

  She started to answer and I cut her off.

  "Because you're not carrying anything but a fucking lie." I needed to stop, but every nasty comment the
media was putting out, every horrible review and slanderous statement flashed before my eyes. "I'm going to do this. I'm going to take the paternity test, and if that baby is somehow mine... I'm taking him from you."

  "What? That's a horrible thing to say."

  "Is it?" I chuckled low in my chest. "You ruining my career and making me look like a piece of shit wouldn't be listed as horrible? I think these two outcomes are pretty fucking comparable. What kind of mother would you be anyway? You don't care about people in general or being honest and authentic. Our kid fucks up and what? You sell him to the neighbor or tell him more about his messed up father? Firstly, I don't even remember your fucking face, but if by some strange miracle, you got me drunk and holed up with me... then you opened your legs too. This is one-sided right now, but I'm pissed. Expect that to show up really soon on your doorstep."

  "What to show up? You? Are you threatening me?" Fear owned her.

  "Not me, lady. My anger in the form of retaliation. If that baby is mine, then it's mine. I'll use every last penny I have to right this thing you've done to me. Have a great fucking day." I hung up and threw the phone across the room before sitting down on the floor and yelling until I couldn't yell anymore.

  Why were people so incredibly vile? Why did they strike out instead of trying to simply work things out? Had the bitch come to my door, I would have bent over backwards to ensure that we proved paternity and if the kid was mine... I'd have gone out of my way to make that right.

  But no.

  I got up and walked to my bedroom to find my tennis shoes. I had to do something and running until I passed out sounded like the right answer. At least it was constructive to some degree.

  "I grew up young." I grabbed my shoes and dropped down on my bed as anger ruled me. "Gave up everything to build this fucking lonely-ass life. And for what?" I screamed at the sky before bowing my head and pushing by the pain of being alone. "And for what?" I whispered.

  It took me a minute to pull myself together, but after a short pity party, I put my shoes on and walked out of the house, leaving the thing unlocked. I hoped someone broke in and tried to steal something. They'd be lucky to limp out of the house if I walked in on them.