The Backstage Series Box Set

by Dani René

  As her body calms from the orgasm, I rise with my eyes glued to hers. The sated smile on her lips has my heart soaring. “Now you’re going to get fucked, baby. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to be deep.” Undoing my slacks, I push them down along with my boxer briefs.

  Her eyes grow wide as I fist myself. “Please, Liam.”

  “Hold on to my neck baby, this is going to be quick.” I lift her against me, her legs wrap around my waist, and I slide into her easily. Shuffling to the wall, I pin her against it, my hips rolling as I feel her warmth around my cock.

  “Oh God…”

  “That’s me, baby,” I murmur. My lips find hers in a scorching kiss while I plunge deep and hard into her, faster and faster. I know I won’t last long, but I want her with me. My lips travel over her neck, tasting, suckling, biting. Her body undulates as her hips move with mine. It’s an erotic dance, and our bodies move in rhythm with each other.

  Taking. Giving. Relishing.

  My hands grip her peachy ass. “This is mine, every part of you is mine. Do you understand me?” I thrust into her deeper, and she moans in response. The feel of her pussy pulsing around me sends me into overdrive. “Come for me, baby. Milk my cock, give me all your pleasure. Coat me in that sweet honey.” Her body tenses, her hips bucking wildly as she comes apart in my arms.

  It’s enough to set me off, and my body goes rigid inside her, thickening and stretching her tight heat as I fill her with my own release.

  Emma

  One month later

  “Grab this, Em.” My sister is setting up the drum set for Liam. As I take hold of the cable she’s handing me, she pushes up from the floor. It’s been difficult to get back into the swing of things. When Cal and Tay got back from their honeymoon, the record label told the guys there would be another local tour, so here we are at the Hollywood Bowl.

  I am still interning and about to be offered a permanent position, which means I can stay in LA and be close to my sister. We still haven’t really spoken about what happened, but I know she will tell me when she’s ready.

  “Thanks.” She grabs the cable and plugs it in. Taking a seat at the drums, she pulls two of Liam’s drumsticks out of the holder and taps each of the drums to make sure they’re hooked up correctly. The sound echoes through the venue.

  “Hey, Em,” I turn to my brother-in-law and grin. He’s dressed in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a T-shirt that reads, “Suck It” on the front.

  “Cal, how are you?” He pulls me into a tight hug, and I reciprocate. They’ve all been so incredibly supportive since the incident in Napa, and I am slowly coming to terms with what happened. I have even been to a couple of therapy sessions.

  “Good, I think Liam is looking for you. He’s in his dressing room.” Leaving the newlyweds, I head off to find my man. It’s strange saying that. After all we’ve been through, he’s been my rock, supporting me every step of the way.

  As I reach the dressing room, I hear the sound of a guitar filtering through into the hallway. I knock and push open the door. “Liam?”

  “Peach, come in.” As I step inside, I take a quick look around. Since we arrived I have been helping Tay, so this is my first time backstage.

  “Cal said you were looking for me.” He nods.

  “I wanted to spend some time with you before the show.” I watch him place the guitar down, and he makes his way toward me. The spicy scent of his cologne envelops me as he nears. “I missed these lips.” He leans in, planting a soft kiss on my mouth.

  My body reacts and I arch into him, feeling his warmth. When his tongue traces the seam of my lips, I open willingly. The kiss is soft and sensual, not the normal devouring ones he gives me. My hands twine around his neck, and the scruff on his chin tickles me.

  “I missed your lips on mine,” I mumble into his mouth, which earns me a sexy growl. His arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me up, carrying me to the black leather sofa in the room. Laying me down, he covers my body with his. Rolling his hips, I feel how hard he is, which in turn causes a whimper from me.

  I want this man all the time. It’s an insatiable hunger that I can’t ever satisfy. “I want inside this right here.” His hand moves down, cupping my jean-clad pussy, and my hips undulate as I shamelessly grind myself against him.

  “Yes, I need you.” Tugging his shirt, he helps me pull it up and over his head. The toned, inked torso that greets me has me licking my lips. As he’s about to pull my tank top off, a knock on the door startles us.

  “Fuck off!” Liam’s husky growl sends a shiver over me.

  “Bro, we need you at sound check now.”

  With that, we hear the footfalls of Callum Hayes walking off, leaving us in the room of now-diminishing lust. My giggle echoes around us, and I’m seared by scorching caramel eyes.

  “Fuck, this isn’t over, Peach. I’ll devour you after the show.” Hastily, we head out toward the stage, and I find Tay and Kierra having coffee.

  “Hey, Ki, I thought you were leaving?”

  “After the show. There’s something I need to fix back home.” Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

  “Fix?” She nods, but it’s the look in her eyes that tells me this is something big.

  “Yeah, I can’t really go into too much detail about it.”

  “Does Ryan know you’re leaving tonight?” The question falls from my lips, and her answering stare is evidence enough that she’s guilty of not telling him.

  “He won’t care.”

  “Of course he will. You two have something special, everyone can see it.” I glance at my sister who is nodding in agreement. The night of the wedding, Ryan and Kierra finally admitted their feelings for each other. According to everyone, it’s been a long time coming. They’re both stubborn and hot-headed, and I think this is going to make for one interesting conversation.

  “Yeah, that’s all it was, one night. There isn’t room for more, Em. It’s complicated.”

  “Look, Ki, everything in life is complicated, but if you’re not going to be honest with him, then how is he supposed to know?” My sister is right. They need to just lay it all out on the table, or it’s never going to work.

  “I know, you’re right, but let me go home first. There’s something going on with my parents, and if I drag Ryan into it, it’s just going to complicate things more than they already are. I don’t want him to get into a relationship with me when I don’t even know what the hell I am doing.”

  “Girls.” Ryan’s voice cuts through our conversation, and I notice the look on Kierra’s face. She’s smitten with the man. If only she could stop her fears and trust in him. In his feelings.

  That’s what I learned with Liam. Once he let go of the fear, things worked out and now I see nothing but happiness when I look into those caramel eyes. It’s a light that shines from him, one that I only ever see when he’s on stage, but when he looks at me, I see it, too.

  “What’s up, Ryan?” Tay asks with a small smile on her face.

  “I need some help over on the set up, Tay.” The fact that he’s staring at Kierra while talking to my sister doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “Sure.” My sister passes him, and his gaze flicks over me and Ki. Ryan is gorgeous in his own way—tall, built, and keeps a beard. The short, dark hair that seems to point in all directions always looks like he’s just rolled out of bed. I would say he’s about six foot easily.

  “Are you looking forward to the show, Em?”

  “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve been to a show, so I hope you’re bringing you’re A-game.” His deep chuckle reminds me of Liam. The two are similar in many ways—one of those ways being how much they care. Deep down, these so-called rock stars are just men who love their women fiercely.

  “You know it. So stop distracting your boyfriend and let him play the drums,” he retorts.

  “I’ll try, but you know when he’s got his mind set on something, it’s hard to get him to stop.” My response earns me a chuckle.
Suddenly the drums vibrate through the venue, and the sensation sends tingles through every inch of my body.

  My gaze settles on the man who holds my heart in his hands. He’s in his element with the sound check, and we watch as he plays their new release.

  I am head over heels, and I don’t want to be anywhere else but in his arms. Ryan leaves us and heads back to the stage. Cutting a glance to Ki, I notice her eyes glistening. She has these incredible teal-colored eyes. I’ve never seen anyone with the same shade before.

  “Babe, you okay?”

  “I will be. There’s just a lot I need to think about. If I want to be with him, there are things from my past I need to sort out. So me going home will let me tie up loose ends.”

  “And when you get back, you’re actually going to tell him? You’re going to be honest about your feelings? Because let me tell you something, that man looks at you like you are his world, or rather, he looks at you like you make his world turn. That doesn’t come around many times in life. So while you can, grab hold of it and don’t let go.” Her smile is sad, and she flicks her gaze at the man in question.

  “I know, Em, there’s just too much hanging over my head right now.”

  “I get that. Just don’t let him wait too long.” Pulling her in, we hug and for the first time I realize I’m getting to see the inner workings of one of the feistiest women I know.

  “I won’t.”

  “I know you two spent the night together at the wedding,” I whisper, and she steps back. Her cheeks pinken and she laughs.

  “Were we that obvious?”

  “Yeah, you two lit up the room with the sparks flying between you.”

  “Ugh, I hate not being professional.” Her nose scrunches, and I can see why Ryan is so in love with her. Beneath that fire is a sweet woman, and she’s incredibly beautiful. Her hair is dark blonde, almost brown, her eyes are like a crystal lake that contrast against her tanned skin.

  “You’re the most professional woman I know. It’s okay to be in love, you know.” With that, we burst into a fit of giggles.

  “You would know, since you’ve snagged the older Hayes brother.” She gestures toward Liam. He’s still in his zone, relaxed and happy. His smile sends tingles through me and my belly flips.

  “I am, and let me tell you, Ki, don’t let anyone take that away. You need to be happy. It’s your life, not your family’s.”

  She nods and her gaze settles on Ryan again, and I can’t help smiling.

  Liam

  Since we’ve been back, it’s been incredible having Emma living with me. After the drama the weekend of the wedding, she’s been incredibly shy, nervous, and even a little tentative when it comes to sex.

  I want to give her space, so I’ve held her when she needed it, but it’s been killing me not being inside her. Deep, hard, and rough. Swinging my legs over the bed, I head into the kitchen with the thoughts of her writhing below me running rampant in my mind.

  Those beautiful chestnut waves, those dark eyes that glaze over with lust when she’s turned on, and that body. Curves and smooth, creamy skin. Every inch of her is perfect. Sometimes I still wonder if she’s really mine.

  With my mug in hand, I head into the small room which I converted into a soundproof studio. It’s been heaven-sent that I can work and not have to go to my brother’s house to do it. Setting the coffee down, I grab my brushes. They’re used to get different sounds from my drums, and I love playing around with new rhythms.

  Pulling on my headphones, I start with the new song I wrote. It’s going on the new album, and Callum wants me to sing it. For the first time in our ten-year span, I am going to be singing. It’s always been my job to take the backseat, to let me brother do the talking, but he knows that this song means a lot to me.

  I jump at the sudden feel of a hand on my shoulder. Spinning my stool around, I find big doe eyes peering down at me. “Baby.” Pulling off the headphones, I offer her a smile. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “It’s okay. I woke up and you were gone.” She’s dressed in a skimpy tank top and a pair of Victoria’s Secret panties that she told me are called Cheeksters, and God, her ass looks amazing in them.

  “Come sit.” I pull her onto my lap, and when she wiggles, my cock pulses. “Are you trying to get me hard, baby?”

  “Maybe…” Her cheeky smile and those chocolate orbs are filled with wicked intention. Lifting her as I rise, I walk over to the sofa that I had put in here if I had Ryan or Callum over for work, and I lay her down.

  “Close your eyes and don’t move.” She obeys and I glance around the room when an idea hits me like a freight train. Grabbing the guitar strap laying on the floor, I proceed in tying her hands above her head. Once it’s attached to the steel arm of the sofa, I grab my brush and kneel next to her. “Keep those pretty eyes closed.”

  “Okay, but what are you—”

  Her words are halted when I run the brush over her nipples. The material of the tank top is so flimsy that her buds harden into little peaks, and I can see them pushing against the cotton. The steel bristles of the brush run lightly over them again and again until she’s whimpering.

  “So beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. Moving my hand lower, I run the tips of the cold steel over her stomach and down between her thighs. It’s cold, and I see her shiver as goosebumps rise on her skin. When I reach the apex of her thighs, her legs fall open instinctively, and I tease her panty-clad pussy with the brush.

  “Liam, oh fuck.” Her hips rise up and her body arches.

  “Do you want to feel it against your sweet lips, baby?” She nods and I drag her panties off. As they hit the floor, I find myself staring at her beautiful, bare pussy. It’s glistening with arousal already, and I can’t wait to taste her.

  Bringing the bristles up her inner thighs, I alternate between left and right. An object that always creates intense beats on my drums now composes beautiful music with her body.

  Her body undulates, and she’s now writhing. As soon as it comes into contact with her core, she cries out. “Liam!” She’s so fucking beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.

  “Shhh, I am here, I will take care of your ache, Peach.” I lift her tank top just above her beautiful, pert breasts and tease her nipples with the brush. They pucker and harden even more, and my mouth is watering with the need to taste them.

  My cock is steel, aching to be inside her. Dropping the brush that will now forever hold a special place on my shelf, I lave at her nipples. Sucking them into my mouth, one by one, tweaking and tugging them until she’s begging for release.

  Planting kisses down her body until I reach her smooth mound, the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and I savor it. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her core. Her taste is my drug and I am addicted. I push her legs apart and glide my tongue along the slickness. Sweet, musky, and sexy. She’s perfect. I glance up and find her staring at me, her teeth raking against her bottom lip as she bites down hard.

  Our gazes are locked, and I see the fire in her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, Liam. Please just fuck me?” Sliding two fingers into her, I feel her walls cinch against me, pulling me into her. In and out, so slow, so agonizing that her hips rise trying to hasten my movements.

  “You want my dick inside you, baby?” She nods. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep, making you coat my cock with your sweet essence?” Another swift nod. “Tell me, Peach.”

  “Liam, fuck me, please? Stop teasing and torturing me. Just fuck me.” That’s all I needed to hear. She’s letting go, and I’m going to be there to make her fall and when she does, I’ll be the one to catch her before she hits the ground.

  Making quick work of my sweats, I fist my cock. He doesn’t need any more encouragement because I’m holding steel. Kneeling between her smooth, creamy thighs, the crown of my cock nudges her. The heat emanating from her pussy has me groaning in satisfaction as I edge my way into her.

  Her body opens for me, letting me in, de
vouring my cock. My hips move slowly until I’m fully seated inside her. “Open those eyes. Look at me.” She does, and I find the exact emotion that I want when I look at her. Love.

  “I love you, Liam Hayes.” She smiles, and I follow suit. My hips move, back and forth as I make love to her. As much as my body is screaming at me to fuck her, I can’t, I don’t, because I want to love her.

  “I love you, too, Emma Quinn.” Her hips rise up and meet mine as our bodies move rhythmically in time. Our hearts beat in tune with each other, and when I look at her, I know my song is complete. She’s mine.

  Emma

  Rolling over, I find the bed next to me empty. There’s a small note on the pillow, and on the front is my name, scrawled in Liam’s messy handwriting. Grabbing it, I unfold it and smile.

  * Peach, I have a meeting at the record label. Be good. Will see you in a couple of hours. And if you’re not good, take some photos and send them to me. -L *

  As I swing my legs over the bed, the doorbell alerts me that someone is here. Padding to the intercom, I press the button for the speaker. “Hello?”

  “Em, it’s me.”

  My sister isn’t one to just drop by, she normally calls first. As soon as the door is unlocked, I push the remote and the gate eases open. Her new car is exquisite. A bright red little Mini Cooper with the black soft top. It fits her perfectly.

  “Hey, sis,” we hug, and I can feel the tension radiating off of her. “What’s up?”

  “The boys are at that meeting for the new contracts, and I wanted to take the chance to talk to you.” Her eyes are so expressive, and as I look at them, I can tell exactly what this is about.

  “Come in, let’s get coffee. I just woke up.” We head into the open-plan space, and Tay settles on one of the barstools. The coffee machine is state of the art and normally I would be hesitant to use it, but Liam bought me a smaller, easier-to-use one.