“Hey, guys!”
His voice echoed through the house. They really needed to put more furniture in the rooms. He'd loved the sprawling place the second he and Ceci had seen it. With the new album to build and the tour, the only rooms they'd devoted attention to were their bedrooms, the den, and the kitchen. And Ceci's bathroom, of course. They'd left the house for her to decorate, giving her carte blanche. It was slowly coming around to feeling like a home. She'd been taking her time arranging the decor, unwilling to spend a dime unless it was exactly what she wanted for them. Funny, she'd spent more time here than they had.
Paul stopped in the huge front room and really noticed the changes Ceci had made in the months they'd been on tour, touches they'd taken for granted. Emerald greens and gold brightened the beige carpeting. A sectional sofa curled in a great arc around a circular distressed walnut coffee table. He'd bet recliners were masked within the sofa.
It looked comfortable. It felt right. Like home. He could imagine the room filled with family and friends, laughing, visiting. A huge Christmas tree in the far corner, glowing with lights, seemingly supported by a mountain of gifts beneath it. Pine garland twined along the banister. Children playing, running around, more laughter filling the house.
He smiled at the image. Kids. Brian's son and...
“Oh, shit.”
Yeah, that's right, buddy. You really fucked up.
“Well, it took you long enough to speak up,” he snapped at his conscience. His baby. Ceci wanted to have his babies. And how had he responded? Paul wanted to smack himself upside the head. He hadn't said a word back, essentially ignored her and went on about Brian.
“You call us?” Caz asked.
Paul glanced up as he and Nick hit the bottom stair. “Yeah.”
Nick jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Caz and I were upstairs in his room watching one of the paparazzi across the way scale that old elm. They're growing thicker by the minute.”
And it was only going to get worse. “Brian called. He said to fire Howie.”
“Good.” Caz punctuated the sentence with a nod. “Details?”
“I'm sure they'll be forthcoming,” Paul said. “Something about Howie keeping Brian from his wife and son.”
Nick snorted. “Which means Howie knew way more than he's owning up to.”
“Exactly.”
Caz plucked his cell phone from the pocket of his black trousers. “We'll have to plan this right. Call our attorney, agent, the record company—”
“And Mom and Dad,” Nick added. “For the love of Pete, let's call them first. I don't want another hour-long discussion over why they weren't informed.”
“Sounds good,” Paul told them. He had a choice here—his family or Ceci. He loved them all, but Ceci was his heart, his future, the family he'd soon have ... if he hadn't royally screwed things up. “I need the two of you to take care of all this. I have something else...” He held up his palms. “Just take care of this, please.”
“Got it,” they said together.
So much support in those two words. Paul appreciated it more than he could say. When the chips were down, the bullshit stopped and they were all one solid, united front.
He hurried to the studio, ready to go down on his knees and beg Ceci's forgiveness. Finding the place empty didn't help his rising panic. The chance he'd been hoping for this last year and he'd blown it.
Where the hell did she go? If she'd braved the paparazzi and left, that one guy Caz and Nick had seen would have been running for a shot, not trying to climb an elm tree. That meant she was still here.
Her bathroom. Of course—it was her own little corner of the house. She'd even mentioned them going there before they'd drifted off to sleep.
Paul spun around and rushed back into the house. He heard Caz and Nick's muffled voices coming from the den. His hopes deflated when he darted into the hallway and saw the door to Ceci's bathroom wide open and the room empty. Leaning against the wall, he tried to decide where to look next. That's when he noticed light under her closet door and the shadow indicating someone moved inside.
Ceci squeaked when he swung the door opened. She clutched fists full of pantyhose against her chest, her eyes wide, her cheeks flaming. God, she looked cute!
Paul smirked and braced his arms on the doorjamb. “What are you doing?”
She held up the pantyhose. “Seducing you?” Her red cheeks flushed all the more.
“With pantyhose? Were you going to put them on and parade around for me? Or did you intend for me to put them on for you?” He had to tease her. It was too good an opportunity not to do so. It wasn't often Ceci was caught at a loss for words.
She cocked her head to one side. “You'd put on pantyhose for me?”
“I'm not sure,” he slowly replied. “Is that a trick question? A test of my love and devotion? Because I do love you and am completely devoted to you.” He stepped into the closet with her and shut the door behind him. “After all, you're going to be the mother of my children.”
Her smile dimmed the overhead light. “I am. I am going to be the mother of your children.” Hose still fisted, she melted into his arms and met his lips.
He felt a tremor rattle through her and pulled up. “You're ... nervous.” He frowned. “Why?”
Another blush stained her cheeks. “I was going to try to t-tie you up.”
“Really?” Blood rushed to his cock. He rubbed it over her stomach and brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek and down her neck. Ceci shivered and arched her neck for more.
“And then what?” He traced his tongue around the shell of her ear, then lightly bit the lobe.
Her gasp rolled her pelvis over his erection, then she purposefully did it again. “You expect me to think when you're nibbling on me?”
“Then we're even.” He cupped her ass, holding her tight while he ground into her. “I can't think at all when I have your hot, perfect body against mine.”
“Then I guess we'll have to let our actions speak louder than our words.” She grazed her teeth over his Adam's apple, and all Paul could think about was having them playing with his balls.
“I'm at your mercy, sweetheart.”
“Well, then...” She put him at arm's length. “Strip.”
She didn't have to tell him twice. But then she dropped the hose and reached for the zipper on her dress. The barely-there rasp had the potency of nails slithered down his spine. Something hot and raw coiled at the base and spread to his groin. Paul tried for macho stud as he pulled his clothes off, but he had a strong feeling he came off as horny, drooling doofus. Ceci remained sleek and sexy, rivaling the most accomplished stripper. Her dress pooled at her feet, followed smoothly by bra and panties. Paul's jeans and shirt had been flung to the far corners of the huge closet.
“You look good enough to eat.” Her voice caressed him seconds before she snagged a pair of hose and draped it around his neck.
“That's supposed to be my line.” He cupped her breasts, pinching hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Ceci's soft moan shot to his balls.
“Hands on the closet rods, big guy.” She sawed the hose over his neck, then yanked it down and looped it around his erection. A slow rake nearly brought him to his knees.
It was a stretch to span the closet's width, so Paul wrapped his fingers around the rod on the right, leaving his manhood vulnerable to whatever she wanted to do. Ceci stabbed her beautiful breasts into his chest. Nipples scored lightning down his body as she stretched on tiptoes to reach one wrist. If he hadn't already come, he'd be spewing all over her.
“Not too tight, baby,” he said as she knotted the hose around him. “It can slip and cut off circulation.”
“Ah ... you've done this before.” She made the loop wider.
“No, just got a long lecture from Caz once on the proper bondage material and techniques when I dared suggest using pantyhose. He's takes his bondage very seriously.”
Ceci scrunched her face. “T
oo much information.”
He chuckled. “Sorry. Climb on board and I'll make it up to you.”
Her eyes widened with her laugh. “Oh, my gosh! That's crazy. Think you can hold me?”
“I have a very strong penis.” He wiggled his eyebrows and made his cock twitch.
She unsuccessfully fought a smirk and bound his other wrist. “Good. Because I wouldn't want to break it.”
“That makes two of us,” he quickly replied.
“Of course"—she drew her nails down his chest until they were wedged between them—"I could always kiss and make it better.” She pinched his nipples with the tips of her nails and glided down his body.
Hot breath surrounded his cockhead. Ceci taunted him with the promise of her tongue, always a lick away from touching him. Paul tightened his grip on the closet rod. They were going for a fantasy here—he didn't want to destroy it from the start—and the pantyhose were token bondage. Though he swore waiting for her mouth would kill him, he let her have her moment, anticipating with each breath what she might do next and when she might do it. He closed his eyes and played the game, pretending to be at her mercy, while he tried to plan how he'd return the favor. His thoughts screeched to a halt when she sucked one of his balls into her mouth.
Paul groaned and thrust his hips forward. Fingernails tickled his ass, urging him to widen his stance. He did so, then stabbed his cock in the air, praying she'd suck it. She looped thumb and forefinger around the base, massaging the hard ridge underneath while she aimed her talented mouth for his other testicle.
He cried out and smacked his head on the closet rod. She released him and flashed her tongue behind his sac. Aiming for...
“Good God, baby!” She'd rimmed him! Holy shit!
Ragged gasps tore from his throat. She curled a loose fist around his cock and he humped it like a fiend, never quite getting the friction he needed, driving him crazy and making him love every second. Something cool and slick touched his rectum. Paul barely had time to process what it might be. A buzz alerted him too late. Without pause, she eased the dildo into him.
His body clenched from the invasion. He'd never ... but damn it felt good! She worked it slowly in and out, taking it a little deeper each time. Vibrations rolled through his groin. Hot lips kneaded their way from the base of his erection all the way to the tip. She licked a circle around the crown, then sucked him deep.
Paul gritted his teeth against the rush, praying for the control to hang on just a little while longer. Praying not to come like a sixteen-year-old on his first fuck. Praying she'd never stop, that he could freeze this moment—
Ceci rubbed the dildo over his prostate. And he shot his load deep into her mouth ... and just kept coming ... and coming until the only thing holding him upright was the loose loops of pantyhose around his wrists. He slipped free, or maybe he fell. Paul was too dazed, too sweetly sated to notice. All he wanted was to touch her.
He felt her remove the toy and buried his fingers in her thick hair while she licked him clean. His legs couldn't hold him, but he managed to crumble to the floor in a controlled manner, arms surrounding her as he drew her up to kiss her.
Talk about freezing a moment. He wanted to propose that very minute, sweep her off to the nearest place they could find and marry her so they wouldn't waste one more second of life together. But Paul also wanted her to know his proposal was sincere, not given in the heat of the moment or the rush of the afterglow.
Should he dare? After all, she was going to be the mother of his children.
He broke off the kiss at the thought and smiled. She beamed with love, adoration. If he didn't know better, he would have said she was the one who'd just had the body-quaking orgasm instead of him. If he'd been able to get it up at that second, Paul would have taken care of that little inconsistency ... and taken the first step toward those children.
“You know...” He weighed her breast in his palm, drawing lazy circles over the hard tip. “I was supposed to be doing all that to you.”
Ceci wrapped her leg around his calf. “There's always later.”
“Sorry for the turnaround period, sweetheart, but you literally drained me.” He gave her nipple a tweak. “Won't you join me in bliss?”
Her giggle faded into a gasp when he pinched a little harder. She tightened her hold around his leg and rubbed her crotch over his flaccid penis. Paul damned his need to recharge. The only thing he wanted more than to fuck her was to please her, make her come in his arms.
Paul pulled upright and spooned her into the cove of his body. She rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. Emotion he'd withheld for too long choked him.
“I love you, Ceci. I love you so much. And I'm going to spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much.”
He slid his fingers down her body and into her sopping pussy.
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Goose bumps peppered Ceci's skin in the wake of Paul's fingers. She loved the feel of his solid body behind her, his muscular arms protecting her from the world, his callused-roughened touch igniting fires that demanded to be quenched. She hadn't intended to do all this in the closet, but she was oh-so-glad she had. This was decadently erotic.
She lifted her knees and let them open. Paul slid his legs beneath hers and lifted, spreading her wider. No hose held her in place, but she felt bound just the same. Open to him to take what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted.
Her clit strained for his touch. Paul slid his fingers down the sides, deep into her valleys until the hard nub was scissored between his fingers. He pinched it lightly, the slick juices making it evasive. He smeared more over it, circling with the same precision he plucked those guitar strings.
Ceci writhed against him, hand clutching his neck, digging into his soft hair. He whispered her name, then latched onto an extra-sensitive tendon below her ear. Lips kneaded her hard, forcing one gasp after the other from her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She closed her eyes and groaned, rolling her hips higher into his hand.
He stabbed his fingers into her pussy, pumping deep and high. Instinct clenched her thighs, trying to lock his hand in place. His knees kept them apart and his to play with. She whimpered in frustration and tried to lift her hips. A hard pinch to her nipple froze her ... and doubled her agony.
“Where's your little toy?” His voice rumbled against her ear, setting tremors through her body.
“Over there.” Ceci couldn't point to save her life.
“You used a condom over it, right?”
“Yes,” she managed to reply.
“I'm not going to do that with you now. Get it. You're pussy is so wet ... I can tell it craves everything I can give it.” The words whispered through her.
She couldn't answer, could only fumble for the small dildo. Her hand shook when she gave it to Paul. “I've never...”
“Neither had I until you, sweetheart.” He wrapped his hand around it, then nudged it against her anus. “You took my virginity. It's only fair...”
A gentle push eased it inside, beyond the tight muscle. Waves of pleasure rolled over her like nothing she'd ever imagined. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and she ground into it. Each plunge brought more sensation; contractions built from deep inside, pooling outward.
“This is how I'm going to fuck you there, baby.” His voice, so deep, a melody for her alone. “Slow and steady.”
Ceci snapped one hand over his forearm, the other grappled his neck. “Oh, God ... I can't believe it. I coming,” she gasped. “I'm already—”
“Yes, baby ... come.”
The words carried her over the top. Orgasm poured from her in rolling undulations, harder than she'd ever dreamed possible. She collapsed into him, barely aware of him removing the toy, only feeling when his arms and legs surrounded her. Sweet kisses helped cushion her descent back to earth.
“I sure could use that bubble bath right now.” She sounded lazy, sated ... well loved.
“Now that sounds l
ike the perfect plan.” He squeezed a hug around her. “Of course, that means we have to move.”
“Soon as my liquefied muscles return to normal,” she said with a small laugh.
“I sure know that feeling.” He chuckled. “Ceci, I—”
A rap at the closet door intruded. He and Ceci didn't budge.
“Yeah?” he called out.
“Conference call in fifteen minutes,” Nick said. “Ducks in a row, circling the wagons, and all that shit.” He paused, then added, “Sorry.”
Disappointment sighed through both of them.
“Go ... you need to take care of your family.” She brushed her arms over his.
Paul traced the curve of her cheek. “You are my family. The sooner I can do two things, the happier I'll be.”
She brushed her nose over his. “And what might those two things be?”
“Make love to you in a proper bed ... and marry you. I love you, Ceci. I love you so much. Marry me. Now. No more delays.”
“Oh, absolutely.” She slid her arms over his and tightened them around her. “Think we can sneak out under the cover of the paparazzi?”
“I think we can give it a damn good try.”
“Guys, I need an answer,” Nick said. “Now.”
“Pull your panties out of your crack,” Paul said, and Ceci buried her snicker in the curve of his neck. “We're coming.”
“Yeah, well, we don't have time to wait for the two of you to come again.”
“Smart ass,” Ceci tossed out.
“You can't blame me,” Nick replied. “The bedrooms might be soundproof, but the closet sure as hell isn't and you two have got me and Caz climbing the walls. Get a room, for cryin’ out loud. Conference call ... thirteen minutes.”
“I'll be there,” Paul replied, then smiled. “Actually, I'll take it in the bathroom.”
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Epilogue
Another shocker from Mesquite. What next?
And another heartbreaker for all you ladies out there. Wedding bells are ringing for—get this—Paul Tristan and Ceci Powers. Seems Ceci and our sweet-voiced Pablo have been eyeing each other from the start. So does that mean Brian's relationship with Ceci was a ruse to protect his wife and child? We may never know with this close-knit, tight-lipped band of brothers.
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