“I've wanted to make you come since the minute I laid eyes on you. Night after night I dreamed of making love to you. Just. Like. This.” He punctuated each word with a kiss farther up her thighs, until the last breath was over her clit.
Ceci quivered. Her pussy glistened with arousal, thick and honeyed. Paul kissed her there, gently pulling the hard bud between his lips. She cried out, hips arched, thighs tightened around his head. He dug his fingers into her ass to keep from palming his cock. Wedged down the leg of his jeans, it damn well hurt ... and helped keep him in check.
He curled his tongue around her clit, then lapped the juices from her folds. Soft cries urged him on. Taking his time took superhuman strength. He dared to explore lower, rimming the puckered flesh between her cheeks. Ceci jerked, then rolled into a moan that scored through his cock and clenched his balls. He couldn't wait a second longer. He nibbled his way up her labia, then sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
Ceci's breath caught. He felt the tremors deep inside and flashed his tongue over his prize. Thighs clamped his head in place. And she came. Came so hard she nearly pulled his orgasm with her. He stayed with her, easing her over the top and down the other side, when all he wanted to do was yank down his zipper and stab his cock into her viselike grip. Her pants for breath equaled his. She dusted her fingers over his head. When he glanced up, Paul saw a look so filled with love it quadrupled the ache in his crotch.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
Paul swallowed hard. “I don't have a single condom in here, sweetheart.”
Ceci gave him a sexy-as-sin smile. “I came prepared. Perhaps you need to do a little above-the-waist exploring?” She glanced down at her breasts, then back at him.
Paul grinned. “Oh, baby.” He crawled up her body, taking her dress with him.
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CHAPTER 4
Hot lips razed up Ceci's torso. She'd just had the biggest orgasm of her life, and all she wanted was another, preferably with Paul buried deep inside her pussy. She wiggled her dress over her head, then reached for Paul's shirt. He beat her to it, hauling it off and tossing it behind him. Her eyes drank in the sight of him. She'd seen him shirtless before and loved the chiseled planes. This time—finally—he was hers to touch.
She reached for him, but Paul seized her wrists in a loose grip and hauled them over her head. Her breasts stretched up for him, hard nipples begging to be released and sucked into his mouth. Paul held her wrists in one hand. He traced the edges of her black bra. Condom packages peeked out the top of each. He palmed both, then clamped his teeth on her bra and yanked it down.
Ceci's pussy clenched, clit woke up, and her mind shut down. She expected him to seize her nipple, make it his. Instead, he flicked the edge of the condom packages over it. She groaned and arched into him.
“Like that?” His voice dropped two decibels, low, determined, hot as hell. The fans went wild on stage when he did that. Every time Ceci would have to clamp her thighs tight to keep the ache at bay. Now ... now she was splayed open, his to love.
“I-I do,” she managed to whisper.
“And how about this?” He slapped his tongue over it, caught the tender flesh between his teeth, and rolled it.
Ceci jerked with the sweet shock and locked her ankles around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel his cock against her.
“Answer me, baby,” he demanded, and bit a little harder.
“Oh, God, yes!” She tightened her grip around his waist and pivoted her pelvis higher.
A rough groan rumbled in his chest. “No fair.” He pinched her other nipple.
Ceci thrashed her head from side to side. Her hips had a will of their own. She rasped her sopping pussy over the rough denim.
“Determined to have your own way, aren't you?”
“Determined to have you,” she gasped out.
Another groan sent shivers over her. Strong arms locked around her. Paul pulled back, taking her with him. He sank in the cushion with Ceci straddled over his lap.
“Show me what you want, sweetheart.” Mouth surrounded her breasts, suckling hard.
She cried out, fingers stabbing into his hair, holding on for dear life as he pulled and pulled until she felt the contractions in her clit. Just when she thought she couldn't bear another second, he released her ... and took her other breast.
Ceci rocked over his erection, letting the rough denim assuage the ache in her crotch. His long, callused fingers probed the crack of her ass, exploring the place no man had dared go before. She trembled with a mix of anticipation and fear. Then he stabbed into her.
She moaned into the sensation and ground her hips onto his finger. She couldn't think beyond release, beyond the pressure building faster with each gentle thrust.
“Have you ever been fucked there, baby?” That voice again, demanding her orgasm in his tone. All she could do was shake her head.
Paul growled. “I'm gonna fuck you there, sweetheart. And I promise you it will be sweet. You'll come like you've never come before.”
She rolled her clit over his fly, keeping time with his fingers fucking her ass.
“You want it, don't you, sweetheart? My cock buried inside you?”
Oh, God! The words. His voice!
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me how you want it.” He sucked her nipple deep.
Ceci groaned.
“Tell me,” he said around a mouthful of tit.
“I-I want you to fuck me.” She gasped. So close to coming! “Hard,” she panted. “Deep.” She whimpered and rocked over him. “In ... in...” She clamped her thighs around his as orgasm spilled from her.
Paul gave her little time to recover. He lifted her from his lap, forcing her to kneel before the other sofa. She curled her fingers into the leather cushion, lifted her ass higher, spreading for him. The sound of his zipper sliced through her. Pants for breath hitched with the whisper of jeans coming off. Body jerked with the rip of the condom package. And then he was behind her.
She pushed up, but Paul glided his hand up her spine, urging her shoulders back down. She settled with a tiny sound of protest and nestled her cheek into the cushion.
Hard cock probed her entrance. Eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip. Hands caressed her skin, like he wanted to memorize her. Or was it because he treasured this moment as much as she did?
“So beautiful.” His voice touched what his hands couldn't—her core. “So soft. I always knew you'd feel this soft. But to touch you ... mmm. I love you, Ceci. I've loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you.” And then he slid into her.
Dual moans danced around the room. Nothing had ever felt as good as this. Only Paul's fingers moved, tracing her skin over and over, igniting tiny flames in their wake.
“I love you, too. I should have said—”
“Shh, baby.” He draped himself over her, cradling her in loving arms, and brushed kisses over her cheek and shoulder. “We're together now and that's all that matters.”
The declaration brought tears to her eyes. She fought against them falling, lifting her hips as best she could to Paul in silent invitation. He thrust deeper, then eased upright. Strong fingers gripped her hips, the tension in them revealing how tightly Paul struggled for control. Ceci tried to stay still, to give him the moment he wanted, but the feel of him so full and hard inside her made that impossible.
“Play with yourself, sweetheart,” he ground out. “Make yourself come while I fuck you. I want to feel you clamped around my dick.”
Without hesitation, she shoved her hand beneath her. Her clit was slick and still as hard as it'd been when she first walked into the door of the recording studio. But instead of massaging it as Paul wanted, she pressed her fingers around the base of his cock. Paul's groan made her feel all-powerful. Reaching farther, she cupped his hard sac. His testicles tightened even more. She weighed the heavy orbs, then kneaded her fingers around them.
He gasped and t
hrust into her cunt. Ceci flashed her fingers around his balls and aimed for the hole behind. His grip nailed her hips in place for another hard plunge. She gasped from the force of it, feeling the push in her womb.
“I wish I could suck your balls while you fuck me. Fuck your ass the way you fucked mine ... until you come so hard I can see the jism behind my eyes.”
Paul grunted and pounded into her. His testicles hugged his body, refusing to budge when she tried to urge them down. Heat poured over her hand. She felt the nerves twitch with Paul's impending release, yet somehow he managed to hold out.
Ceci looped her fingers around his sac and squeezed. Paul growled and shoved his hand to her clit. She pivoted into the caress and tossed her chin over her shoulder.
“Kiss me. Kiss me while we come.”
He jerked free, rolled her to her back, and stabbed himself back inside. Lips covered hers, tongue matching the rhythm below. She dug her fingernails into his ass, urging him on. Paul grabbed her free hand and shoved it between them to her pussy. He rolled her fingers around her clit, deepening the kiss that helped sealed them. And when that wasn't enough, she locked her ankles around his waist.
Record plaques on the wall above rattled as the sofa smacked into the wall. Paul broke the kiss long enough to glance up, then covered her mouth once more and fucked her harder, faster.
Orgasm pooled in her belly, tightening everything. Her vaginal muscles clamped around the erection pounding into her. So hot. So hard. Paul's muscles quaked. He was close. She wanted them to come together. To have their bodies bless the union their hearts had already accepted. And then...
They broke the kiss on jaw-clenching groans. Ceci thought she'd never stop coming. He pulled back from a plunge, only to drive into her again as more cum exploded from him.
She damned the condom that separated them. She wanted his children ... now! Wanted to feel them move inside her, see the joy on his face.
“God, I love you!”
Paul shot into her again, then sagged, finally spent. “I love you, too. So much. So very, very much.” He settled them more comfortably on the sofa, combing her hair from her face, dropping sweet kisses to her cheek, her neck.
“I want to have your baby, Paul.” She couldn't help the rush of words. She had to tell him.
The light in his eyes faded. Fear raced her heart. Paul wasn't even smiling. In fact, he didn't bother to look at her. His gaze was locked to the floor. She'd gone too far, got caught up in the moment.
Now what? Take the words back?
Never. This was how she felt. Ceci wasn't playing waiting games with him or anyone else. He needed to know where her mind and heart were from the beginning. If he couldn't deal with that, then it was best to know before things had gone any farther.
“Paul? I—”
His gaze snapped to hers, cutting off the words. “She has a child, Ceci.”
Oh, no! Paul had a child with someone else? She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. “W-who?” she managed to ask.
“Alexandria Claremont.” A frown pulled his eyebrows closer.
Relief flowed through her from head to toe and all parts beyond.
“A son, and she never said a word to Brian.”
So like him to worry about others, even when he shouldn't. She brushed her fingers through his hair. “It's for them to resolve, love.”
“I know.” He sighed with the kiss she placed on his chin. “I just don't want him blindsided.”
“You want to call him?” That's why he had been staring at the phone, debating what to do.
“Yes,” he said with a slight nod.
“Then call.”
“Thanks for understanding.” His smile touched her heart. The man was devoted to those he cared about. It was one of the many things Ceci loved about him.
She missed the weight of his body the second he got up. Missed his heat, too. The air conditioning lifted chill bumps. She brushed them away and reached for her dress, while he rid himself of the condom.
“Oh ... are we done?” he asked with a smirk.
Ceci grinned. “How about moving to a more private location? Like your bedroom.” She feigned a gasp. “Or maybe my bathroom.”
“Wow ... you do love me. No man has ever crossed that threshold.” He stepped into his jeans, grabbed the cell, and sat beside her to dial.
“If you're really good, I'll let you have bubbles in the tub.” She tapped her finger to the tip of his nose. “No fart jokes.”
“Yes, ma'am.” He winked and punched the speed dial for Brian.
Ceci listened to it ring. On the third one, Paul shrugged and started to hang up. Brian's voice stopped him.
“What, Paul? What do you want?”
She rubbed Paul's thigh, hopefully keeping him calm. The brothers yelling at each other some more wasn't going to help anyone.
“She has a son. Your son. It's apparently all over the news.”
Silence. Paul pulled the phone back to look, most probably checking to see if the call had dropped, then put it back to his ear.
“Hello? Did you hear me?” Paul asked. “A kid, Brian. She has a kid. A son. Your son.”
“I heard you the first time,” he snapped.
“She lied, Brian. All this time. Hid him from you.”
“Shut up, Paul. Just shut up. There's lying going on all right, but it might shock you who it came from.”
“But—”
“Not another word.”
“He hung up on me.” He stared at the phone like he couldn't believe it.
Frankly, neither could Ceci. Brian was the sensitive one, always concerned about hurting someone else's feelings. But he'd had a lot thrown at him today and that would break anyone. She sure understood Paul's drive to want to protect him, help as much as possible. She felt rather helpless herself right now, and more than a little awkward after throwing the baby plan out there.
“You've done all you can.” She rested her chin on his shoulder and rubbed circles over his bare back.
“I know.” Pulling in a sigh, he leaned back, draped his arm around her and pulled them both down to the sofa.
Ceci cuddled beside him, idly running her fingers through his chest hair, while he played with her hair. For the first time in a year she felt truly content. Still, she wished he'd say something, anything, about the kid thing.
“A perfect moment,” she tried. “Just me and you.”
“The first of many our whole life through.”
They looked at each other at the same time.
“I should write that down,” he said.
She wrapped her arm around his waist. “Later. I'm too comfortable. I promise I won't let you forget.”
“Thanks, baby.”
A kiss settled them deep into the cushion. Within seconds his hold on her loosened as he drifted off to sleep.
Later. They'd talk later.
Ceci had just dozed off when his phone rang. Mumbling a curse, Paul glanced at the display and then answered.
“I can't believe you hung up on me. You fucking hung up on me,” he muttered.
“Tell Howie he's fired,” she heard Paul say.
That jerked him upright and Ceci with him.
“Wh-what?” Paul asked.
“Tell Howie he's fired. If he wants to know why, tell him no one keeps me from the woman I love. No one keeps me from my son.”
“Got it.” Paul was on his feet, reaching for his shirt. “I'll notify the record company and our agent. I'm sure one of them will have a replacement in mind. Want to set up interviews for tomorrow?”
“No, or you can do it without me. I want to spend some time getting reacquainted with my wife and acquainted with Ethan.”
“Got it. Later.” He punched off the phone and stuffed it into his pocket. “You heard?”
“Hard not to,” she said. “I never realized until now how far Brian's voice carried.” Especially when pissed off.
“I've got to take care of this, sweetheart.” He brac
ed his hands on either side of her. “This won't take long.” He kissed her quickly and hurried off.
Ceci stared after his departing figure, admiring the view. Paul had something to do to help make things right. It was what his nature demanded. But she couldn't help feeling disappointed that his focus had shifted from her.
Was it intentional? She'd like to think not, but she'd really put her foot in it. Any man would feel cornered with baby talk. He might love her like crazy, they might have known each other for a long time, but to throw that out there the first time they had sex? What the hell was she thinking?
Ceci hugged her arms around her midriff. Now that she had him, she never wanted to let go. But not wanting to let go was what had her in limbo this last year. She wasn't willing to live like that anymore. Now that Ceci had finally admitted to herself what she really wanted, she wouldn't settle for anything else. And she wanted Paul something crazy.
And they were going to talk about this.
Maybe if she tied him to the bed for a couple of days...
She smirked. Now there's an idea.
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CHAPTER 5
Paul stopped long enough to wash Ceci's smell from his face. Personally, he wanted to bathe in her scent, but he really wasn't in the mood to have his brothers razz him over it. They'd already had their fun today ... they didn't need any more. Besides, they had other things to concern them.
Howie Ramsey had been their manager from the start, which was obviously eleven years too long. Sadly, others in the business—even their own parents—had long suggested Howie might not have Mesquite's best interests at heart. An annual audit of financial records, suggested by their attorney, had showed nothing out of the ordinary. Every cent was accounted for. However, the feeling of something-not-quite-right lingered.
Discovering Howie didn't handle Brian's annulment ten years ago as promised now looked like the tip of the iceberg. Based on Brian's phone call, there was much more to the story, much more to Howie's manipulation. Though Paul, Caz, and Nick needed the details, the fact Brian wanted Howie gone was enough for them to get the ball rolling. Now if he could only find his brothers.
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