by D. Kelly
His hands slide into the waistband of my loose pajama pants and inside my panties. He’s moving slowly … too slowly, so I push his hand down further, letting him know I want this. His thumb circles my clit as he slides one, then another finger inside of me.
My hands latch onto his head, my fingers gliding through his hair. He’s fingering me as if he were fucking me, and when his mouth drops back to my nipple, I cry out and pull his hair.
“Oh, Noah, yes!” My walls clench around his fingers as I ride out this wave of euphoric bliss. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on and we haven’t even had sex. Lord have mercy on my soul.
“Third example,” he says huskily. “Third base seemed appropriate.”
“I’m pretty sure that was a home run.”
“My darling Amelia, didn’t you ever play baseball? You need a bat for a homerun.”
“Well then, batter, maybe it’s time for you to swing.”
He laughs and pulls me close. “Are you going to answer me, or do you need more examples?”
“Well … I like your examples, so I’ll put you out of your misery. Yes, Noah Weston, I will be your girlfriend. But there are a few things you should know about me now that I have the official title.”
“Lay them on me.”
“Well, for starters, I grew up on a tour bus which means I know how crazy fangirls are. If someone goes too far with me, or with you … I will take them down.”
“Noted. Keep bail money on hand at all times to bail sexy girlfriend out of jail for protecting what’s hers. Next.”
I climb on top of him and kiss him deeply before pulling away from his lips and sliding down his body.
“I believe in tit for tat.”
My tongue swipes across his abs and slides down his happy trail. He writhes underneath me, and it turns me on even more knowing I have that effect on him. I pull his underwear down enough so his cock springs free and let my tongue circle around the tip like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
“Fucking hell, Mel.”
My hand wraps around the base of his cock as my tongue takes a journey down to his balls. When I gently suck one in my mouth, he practically jumps off the bed and more pre-cum leaks out.
It turns me on even more knowing this is something he likes. When I release him and finally slide him down my throat, he pulls my hair. Softly at first, but the more I get into it, the harder he pulls. I’m so fucking turned on I want to ride him until dawn, but I know he wants to wait.
“Damn, Mel. Fuck, I’m about to come.”
What a sweetheart, giving me fair warning, but this is the best part. Not always the taste, but the rush of a man losing control inside of me is one of my favorite feelings.
“Mel, I mean it, babe. I’m going to …” I groan excitedly as I suck harder and faster. When he finally expels his release, it’s incredible. His whole body shakes.
“Oh shit, damn … holy hell.”
He still pulls my hair, but gently now as I finish sucking every last drop. He doesn’t taste bad, either; just a little salty. As he cracks his toes, I laugh and crawl back up his body. He pulls me into a passionate kiss, licking his own essence off my lips, and I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
After he kisses me senseless and pulls me close, he asks a question which sets the tone for a long time to come. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking I’m glad you asked me to be your girlfriend,” I say with a smile he can’t see.
“Really?”
“Of course. What are you thinking?”
“I was thinking I’ve never been as turned on by anyone, mind, body, and soul, as I am by you, and how lucky I am that fate brought us together.”
“There’s that F word again.”
“Yes, but it’s a good F word, unlike the other one my brother says more than anything.”
“We’ll see. I’m still reserving judgment on that one. You know, it’s usually women who are believers in fate, not the other way around.”
“Yeah, I know, but sometimes in life, bad things happen, and if you don’t believe in the good that can come from them, then evil always wins. I don’t have a place in my heart for the bad things. There’s too much good in the world.”
“Are you trying to make me swoon, Noah Weston?”
“Not intentionally, but if it’s happening, then hell yes.” His laughter makes me happy.
“Keep it up and I’ll be head-over-heels for you in no time.”
He kisses the back of my head and pulls me closer, wrapping his arms even tighter around my waist. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open, but as I drift off to sleep, I hear his whispered words plain as day.
“Good, it’s about time you catch up. I’ve been head-over-heels since the night we met.”
Present Day
Amelia
The persistent ringing of the doorbell eventually pulls me from the overflow of memories racing through my mind. I haven’t let myself go back to the beginning in a very long time. It just hurts too much.
Something’s changed, though. Perhaps enough time has passed to allow me the strength to look back with fond memories. Or maybe it’s the entire bottle of wine I drank tonight that’s numbing my pain. Whatever it is, I’m actually somewhat happy I’m finally doing this.
The doorbell rings again, and I finally rise up off the couch to answer it.
“I’m coming,” I call out, hoping whoever it is doesn’t ring the bell again.
When I open the door, Anna looks me up and down, nods her head, and pushes her way inside.
“Come on in, Anna,” I say with a chuckle as I close the door behind her.
“My God, Amelia! Are you alright? I’ve been ringing that bell for the last fifteen minutes. I was about to break in to make sure you were still alive!”
She’s practically frantic, and it makes me feel bad.
“I’m sorry. I was sucked into writing and I didn’t even hear it.”
“So it’s true,” she says softly, and I reply with a slight nod.
“Wow, I mean, Wyatt mentioned he thought you were finally going to try and write their book, but I didn’t think you would.”
“Oh, no. Sorry, Anna, I misunderstood. I thought you meant his ultimatum … that was true. I’m not writing their book. I’m not sure I ever will.”
Her expression falls slightly. She’s not the only one who’s been anticipating the official BAD story I was supposed to write nearly three years ago. But she is one of the few who understands fully why I haven’t.
Why I can’t.
“So what are you writing?”
“Just a new story that came to me. It’s not much of anything right now, mostly an outline.”
I feel bad about lying to her, but no one can know I’m writing this story. Not even Anna.
With a broad smile, she nods. “Well, I’m just happy to see you working on something new. It’s been a long time.”
“It has been a long time. We’ll see if it ends up being anything.”
“So you’re okay, though?” She gestures to the empty wine bottle and empty glass next to my computer.
“I will be.”
“Do you know what you’re going to tell him?”
I shake my head, and she pulls me into a hug.
“Sometimes, the bravest thing we can do is let go of our past. The present is now, Mel, and you only get one shot at it. Happiness, pain, love, life, it’s all a fleeting speck of emotion. But when you look at the bigger picture as a whole and remember the good, bad, and everything in between and realize everything really does happen for a reason, only then will you find peace.”
“You sound like Noah,” I tell her somewhere between a laugh and tears. Stupid wine always makes me so emotional.
Keep telling yourself that, Amelia.
Denial has worked so well for you so far.
She flashes me a beaming smile. “I’ll ta
ke that as a compliment.”
“You absolutely should.”
“Alright, I’ll let you get back to it,” she says, releasing me and pointing to my computer.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. It’s late, but I just finished reading the biggest piece of shit submission on the planet. I needed to get out of the house for a bit. Normally, I can find something redeeming in any manuscript, but not this one. Make some magic on that computer and send it my way. You’re far too talented to only have released one book. Even if it was a game changer.”
“I’ll see what I can do. Have a good night, Anna. Thanks for coming over to check on me.”
“Anytime. You’ve got this, Mel,” she says with a squeeze of my hand as she walks out the door.
I wish I had the kind of faith in myself she has in me.
The kind of faith they’ve all had in me since day one.
Belle’s Utah Update
Three Years Ago
Slammers!
It’s your girl Belle again, and I’ve got news for you! Haha. Okay, not really, but I am off for a weekend with BAD and my girl Mel for their show in Salt Lake City! I’m loving the hell out of this tour and hope you all get a chance to experience it. Have you actually paid attention to the lyrics for Just an Illusion? *Swoon* Talk about making a girl’s panties wet and her body tingle in all the right places!
I’ve got a plane to catch, so I’m keeping this short and sweet. Be sure to check out my post on Monday. I’ve got an epic giveaway for a lucky Southern California Slammed reader. You’re not going to want to miss this. But if you do miss the post, it will be front and center on slammedinc.com by Monday afternoon.
Ta-ta for now.
Don’t forget, live today like there’s no tomorrow!
Xs and Os,
Belle
The Real Sawyer
Last night, I had one of the best nights of sleep I think I’ve ever had. When I woke up a few minutes ago, wrapped in Noah’s strong arms, it was the best feeling. I pick up Noah’s phone from the side of the bed and look at the time. It’s six a.m. and my bladder says it’s time to wake up.
I carefully extricate myself from his grasp, and he doesn’t even flinch. It’s actually pretty cool he’s such a sound sleeper. I’d love to sleep through someone moving around. I bet he sleeps through earthquakes. I’d give my right tit to be able to do that. Earthquakes freak me the hell out.
I opt to take a quick shower before coffee so I can clean up from last night. When I come out and make my coffee, Sawyer is up and gazing out the window.
“Good morning,” he says as he lifts his coffee cup in greeting.
“Good morning. Ready for our interview?”
“Sure, let me just get a refill when you’re done.”
“Of course.” I look around the kitchen and grab a banana and a granola bar.
“Don’t want to share my Pop-Tarts today?” he teases wickedly.
“You seriously eat them every day?”
“No, I’m just kidding. Sometimes I will, but there’s cereal and breakfast food on the bus for a reason. I actually like them more for a snack. Then sometimes, believe it or not, I actually get the urge to cook.”
“Interesting. Are you any good at it?”
“Princess, I’m good at everything.”
“Everything, huh?”
“Everything.” There’s so much sexual innuendo in his tone, but I started it, so I’m going to let it go this time.
“Hmm. I’m now going to make it my mission to find something you suck at.”
He comes closer and brushes against me as he reaches for a coffee pod.
“Truthfully, I suck at making coffee. That’s why we have this nifty machine.” He points to the Keurig and then opens up the cabinet under the sink and points to another brand new Keurig still in the box.
“Two?”
“Hell yeah, because if this one goes down in flames and we’re miles from civilization, I need a backup.”
“Makes complete sense, now spill. You have to be bad at more than one thing.”
“Not that I can think of. What are you bad at?” he asks, throwing the question back on me. I take my coffee and my food and sit down at the table.
“Art. I can’t draw to save my life, not even a straight line with a ruler. Dealing with anything emotional, I’ll avoid it like the plague. Drinking, I always hit my limit sooner than I think I will. I bypass pleasantly drunk and end up shit faced more often than not. I think the worst is apologizing, I’ve recently come to realize I owe someone a huge one, sooner rather than later.”
“I’m pretty bad at apologizing, too,” he says, taking the seat across from me. “As a matter of fact, I probably owe you one for kissing you the night we met. I thought …” He shakes his head slightly and continues, “Well, it doesn’t really matter what I thought. The point is, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t. I was caught off guard for sure, but that kiss was not unwelcome.”
“Then why?” His question is a plea for answers.
“Why did I push you away only to turn around and start dating your brother?”
He nods but doesn’t look me in the eye. Instead, he fiddles with his coffee cup.
“Look at me, Sawyer … please.”
When my gaze locks on his beautiful green eyes, my heart melts. I’m not sure Sawyer allows himself to be vulnerable with anyone the way he’s being with me right now.
“I’ve got a bad history of dating and sleeping with musicians. You and I … we’re combustible, and our chemistry is off the charts. But that night I had to go off the only information I had, and that was my past and your bad reputation. I’m sorry I misjudged you.”
“You think you misjudged me?” he asks softly.
This time, I cross my own comfort zone when I reach across the table and take his hand in mine.
“Yes, I know I did. You put on a brave front, Sawyer, but underneath your bad boy persona, you’re a good man. There’s so much more to you than what you let people think.”
“Thanks, but it doesn’t matter now. You’re with Noah, and he likes you a lot.”
“I like him, too.”
“Enough to risk your job, apparently.” His words are like a dagger to my heart, and I finally realize how much my rejection hurt him.
“At first, no, and I’m scared to death about what this could mean for my job. My number one goal is to tell the best story I can and be able to shed light on the real men of Bastards and Dangerous. Noah managed to work his way into my heart, and it’s not an easy thing to do. I never saw it coming until it was too late.”
“So you love him?” His face is solemn; the look makes my palms sweat. I’ve got an overwhelming feeling my answer could hurt him.
“I’m not sure.” My reply is hesitant, so I do my best to expand on it the best way I can. “You all have become like a second family to me, and considering Belle is really the only family I have anymore, it means a lot to me to have you in my life. I love you all in that aspect.”
“Did you just friend-zone my brother?”
“No, not at all, Sawyer. It’s not in my nature to let people into my heart easily. Noah is pushing past my defenses for sure. However, when and if I decide I’m in love with your brother, he’s going to be the first to know. Okay?”
“Fair enough.”
My hand is still covering his. I’m surprised he didn’t pull away when my palms began to sweat.
“Can you sit on the couch with me? I’d like to tell you a story. This isn’t for the book, but after you shared with us yesterday, and now knowing your feelings about us all, I think you should know something about me and my family.”
“Of course,” I answer with a small smile and release his hand to grab my coffee. Instead, he takes it and carries it over for me. It’s such a small gesture, but for him, it’s huge. Sawyer is opening up to me, and my inside
s are doing a happy dance. That in itself is concerning. I can’t like Sawyer as much as I do because I’m falling head-over-heels for his brother.
“Look, I know you won’t print this, but I need to make sure you won’t tell anyone, either. This isn’t only my story, my whole family is involved, especially my cousin Jordan. He’s a brother to me, and I don’t trust just anyone with this.”
“I’d never tell your secrets, it’s not my place.” I hope my reassurance is enough for him.
He’s wringing his hands together but eventually nods.
“I don’t trust many people, but I trust you, Princess.” My heart patters with his words. But I convince myself it’s only because he’s letting me into his world.
“Thank you.”
“When we were seven, our aunt and uncle lived around the corner from us. It was cool because Jordan was our age, so we got to play all the time. Jordan had an older brother, his name was Carl, and a baby sister, Carly.”
The fact he said “was” while referring to children, coupled with the fact he’s still wringing his hands together, already says this is going to be a horrible story.
“Jordan was supposed to come over so we could go to the movies. Carl was thirteen and had a girlfriend, so he didn’t want to hang out with us. He was going to go hang out with her instead. We waited as long as we could for him, but we were going to be late for the movie. No one answered the phone when we called over there. My mom figured Aunt Carrie was in the shower and Jordan was busy helping with Carly since she was only a year old.
“I’d been on this kick to see how fast I could run, so I offered to go so my mom could time me. When I got there, no one answered and the door was locked, so I ran around to the back door. I saw Uncle Javier in a pool of blood, he’d shot himself straight through the heart. I didn’t know that at the time, though.”
“Oh, Sawyer.” Instinctively, I reach out for his hand and he squeezes my fingers in his.
