by Dani René
Getting the filter ready, I scoop two large spoons of the dark roast in and fill the water. Turning it on, I pivot to my sister. “Coffee will be a ready in a minute.”
“Thanks. How are you doing?” She’s apprehensive and I can understand why. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about everything.
“Better. I have been to that shrink Kierra suggested, and she’s been helping me.”
“Good. I wanted to tell you… I mean it’s been years, and I hid what happened to me from you to keep you safe. I suppose it was a bad idea.” Her smile is sad, and her normally bright, blue eyes are dull. I hate seeing my sister upset.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t keep me safe forever, Tay. This is something that happened, and I need to deal with it. That guy, he was a psycho. He blamed Dad for how his life turned out. But he was the criminal.”
“I know…” I turn and grab mugs. Pouring the freshly made coffee, I hand a mug to my sister.
“Let’s sit on the terrace.”
The bench seat is comfortable, and I sit cross-legged watching my older sister work up the courage to talk to me. To tell me what she went through.
“After you, Mom and Dad moved, I had a roommate at college. She told me about a job she had found where she was going to make enough money for her own apartment within a month or two, and since I was pretty much living paycheck to paycheck, I was intrigued.”
She sips her coffee slowly and her big, blue eyes—now shimmering with unshed tears—stare out at the ocean. “But that’s good, right?”
“Kind of, I mean, it was risqué.” Her gaze snaps to mine, but I don’t respond. All I can do is wait. “I had to dance. You remember that yoga I used to do?” I nod. “Well, they wanted me to do that, I wouldn’t strip, just dance. Granted the outfits were questionable, but I had made enough to afford books for school, clothes, and soon enough a small apartment.”
“Tay—”
“I was there for about three months, and then one night he walked in. I didn’t recognize him at first. He had changed from what I could remember of seeing him a few times with Dad. He asked me to dinner and being naïve, I went.” She lets out a small, wry laugh.
“It was only after a month that he told me who he was and when I threatened him, telling him I was going to the police, he got angry.” Gulping the last of the coffee, her body shudders and I want her to stop. I can see her hurting, and it’s killing me. “He told me he wanted you, but I convinced him to take me instead. To do what he wanted because I didn’t want to see you hurt. He blamed Dad for getting caught and said that Dad had to pay.”
It’s then that my sister rises and places her cup on the table. When she lifts her top, I see that her whole back is filled with ink. I remember seeing glimpses of it in London, but she never showed me the full tattoo.
An angel wing on one side and the cherry blossoms on the other. It’s breathtaking. “I love that, but what does that—” When she turns to the light and sits right in front of me, that’s when I see it. A sob chokes me, and I can’t speak. The tattoo blurs as my vision fills with tears, and as soon as I blink, they run down my cheeks.
“He did that.” She inhales a deep breath and continues. “One night he told me if I didn’t listen and obey, he would find you. So I did. I laid on a table…” She goes quiet, and the only sound is of the waves crashing on the shore.
“I laid on the table and he did that.” She turns to face me then, and I see her cheeks and nose are red from crying and her eyes are bloodshot. “I just didn’t want him to hurt you.” I pull her in and hold her as my sister cries in my arms.
My tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t stop the sobs now. “Girls…?” Liam’s deep timber interrupts the bonding session, and we pull away to find both Hayes brothers staring at us in shock.
“Baby, are you okay?” Callum is at his wife’s side in a matter of seconds, and the way he looks at her makes me smile.
“Yeah, it was time to tell Em what happened, and I guess we got emotional.” Liam stalks over to me, offering his hand. I slip mine into his and he pulls me against him.
“You okay, Peach?” I nod.
“Right, that’s it. You girls deserve dinner. What do you say, bro? We can take them out tonight. Somewhere fancy.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll call Ryan and see if he and Kierra want to join us.”
The boys head inside and I glance at my sister. “Thank you, Tay. You’ve been a big sister that I can depend on, call on, and lean on all my life. And you’re someone I look up to, always have. I love you, always.”
“I love you, too, little sister.”
Epilogue - Liam
Three months later
“This is fucking infuriating.” Turning to the front of the stage, I find my brother chuckling. “Callum, what the fuck did you do?” His shrug is enough to annoy the everliving shit out of me.
“Bro, seriously, I didn’t do anything. I think the crew forgot to pack them. Tay is at home, she’ll bring them through now.” Since my sister-in-law found out she’s pregnant, Callum has made her stay home and handle the PR instead of touring.
I know she hates it, but there’s no arguing with my brother when he’s got his mind made up. And now I am stuck with the fucking idiot doing my set up, and he’s driving me up the fucking wall.
“Thank God we’re close to home,” I growl out, knowing my brother is enjoying my frustration. Ryan, on the other hand, is sitting and watching us like we’re the most amusing television show.
“Liam, seriously dude, you’re all strung up. Do you need to get laid? Is Em not putting out?”
“Fuck off, Ryan.” I know he’s joking, but sound check is in two hours, and I haven’t even made sure my set up is ready. I always need to be ready in advance. Let’s just say, I am a pain in the ass when it comes to my set.
“I plan to. As soon as this show is over, I’m going after her.” My best friend’s words rip me from my mood, and I turn to him in shock. Kierra left a month ago. We’re still not sure what happened, but Ryan has been worried about her. We all have been, but she told us she’d be back.
My brother is pretty much a one-man show now that she’s gone. Poor Tay has had to pick up the work, and I know my brother is a pain in the ass to work with.
“You going to finally tell her how you feel about her?” I question. Both Cal and I stare at him—he’s made his decision. I can see it in his eyes. I know they would be perfect together.
“Yeah, it’s time to bite the bullet. She’s mine, it’s obvious. I just hope she sees it that way, too, because I’m not sure what I’m going to do if she tells me to leave. Or if she tells me she doesn’t love me.” It’s the first time in a long time I’ve seen my best friend so serious.
“Ryan, she feels the same, dude. It’s written all over her face every time she looks at you. If I didn’t believe that then I wouldn’t be here telling you to go after her.” My phone buzzing interrupts the moment, and when I glance at the screen, I can’t help smiling. My girl is fucking naughty.
The photo has my body aching for her, but it’ll have to wait until I get home tonight. Another message comes through, this one even naughtier than the last. Glancing up, I find both men staring at me. “What?”
“You’re so fucking obvious. That Em?” Blue eyes bore into me, and I nod.
“I’ll be back.” Turning, I make my way down to the dressing rooms, and as soon as the door is shut and the lock clicks, I flop onto the sofa and hit dial on her number.
“Hello…” Her whispery voice has my blood boiling.
“Peach, are you trying to give me heart failure?” Her giggle is sweet and sexy, which is why I am now sitting in my dressing room with the door locked and my hard cock in my hand.
“I was missing you. The house is quiet, and I was thinking about you.”
“And what were you thinking, lying on my bed—our bed—with that sweet little pussy wet for me?” Her breathing stutters on the phone, and I h
ear the soft whimper. “Are your fingers on those sweet lips?”
“Yes, they are.” Her breathy words shoot pure lust through me.
“Good, I want you to stroke yourself. Slowly. Then slide your fingers in deep. Imagine it’s me, baby. Imagine my fingers sliding into your hot, tight cunt.” My hand moves faster, stroking my cock. Fisting it as if it’s her heat tightening around me. The thought of being inside her has me throbbing.
“Liam, I am so wet.” A groan rumbles in my chest and my cock thickens.
“Jesus, Peach. I am rock fucking hard here. Finger your pussy for me, baby. I want to hear you moan for me.” And moan she does. Her sounds fuel the fire raging through my body. Sparks shoot through me, and I can feel my release building.
“Oh... Liam…”
“Baby, when I get home, you’re getting spanked for teasing me like this,” I rasp as I listen to her mewl and whimper. “Then I am going to bend you over and eat that sweet, tight pussy until you’re begging me to stop.” Her breathing is ragged, and I know she’s close. I want her to fly over the edge and soar into oblivion with me. “Then I am going to fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll be aching for weeks.”
“Liam, almost… I… “
My balls tighten in response, and I give her that final tiny push. “Be my filthy girl and imagine my cock buried deep inside your tight little ass while I finger your sweet pussy.” Her orgasm grips her and me, because I am shooting my load all over my stomach listening to her come apart on the line.
Fuck, I would love to be buried in that peachy ass right about now.
“Oh God…” Her breathing subsides and she’s quiet for a few minutes. My body shudders, still coming down from the orgasm.
“You okay there, baby?”
“Hurry home. I want round two.” With that, she hangs up, leaving me gaping at her sassy mouth. When I get home, she’s going to be eating her words, especially when she sees what I have planned for her.
Bonus Scene - Liam
Stalking through the door, with adrenaline pumping through my veins, my plans for dessert with my girl have me rock hard. The house is quiet, and the lights are dim, just enough for me to see that she’s not in the living room or the kitchen. Heading to the cupboard, I find what I’m looking for and make my way into the bedroom.
On my bed, I find the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she’s all mine. Placing the items on the nightstand, I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Trailing my lips over her exposed shoulder has a tremble rushing over her body, and a soft whimper falls from her lips causing my dick to throb.
“Wake up, baby.” Her eyes flutter open, and in the dark room, illuminated only by the full moon shimmering through the terrace door, I can see the mischievousness shining in her brown eyes.
“Liam, what time is it?”
“It’s time for round two, cheeky little minx.” Her melodic giggle echoes in the room, and as she rolls onto her back, my breathing hitches at the sight of her in my tank top and nothing else.
“See something you like, drummer boy?”
“Sweet Jesus, you’re going to fucking kill me.” Grabbing the silk rope that I normally use to tighten around the pouch I use for my drumsticks, I grip her wrists, tying them above her head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to feast on your delicious body, inch by inch. Then when I’m done, I am going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you’ll feel me for weeks after. Your body is going to be so full of me, you’ll be molded for me forever.” Tugging the top up over her head, I step back and take in the woman that’s now completely naked on my bed. She holds every part of me, body, mind, heart, and soul.
“Liam…” Ignoring her, I grab the bottle that I retrieved from the kitchen. Uncapping it, I drizzle the clear, golden liquid over her nipples, watching them harden. The honey against her skin is luminous in the moonlight.
“Mmmm, that’s my kind of dessert.” Leaning in, I lave at her pebbled buds, raking my teeth over them, biting hard enough to send jolts of pleasure through her. “But I need something sweeter.” Offering her a smirk, I grab the other bottle. With slow precision, the chocolate sauce decorates her smooth, creamy skin. Drawing a small heart on each of her breasts, I admire the artwork before adding a dollop of cream in the center.
“That’s cold.” Her laugh is infectious and I can’t stop smiling.
“Good, now shhh. I’m having my dessert.” My tongue darts out, tracing the line of the chocolate sauce. Once I have licked up the one, I suck on the sweet whipped cream. The sweet flavors, along with her own delectable taste, has my body aching with the need to possess her.
“Oh, God, Liam.” Her moans turn to soft whimpering mewls, and my jeans are tighter than I could ever imagine. Grabbing the two tubes, one of dark chocolate sauce and the other sweet, clear honey, I drizzle a line all the way from between her beautiful tits to the bare mound of her pussy.
“Yes, Peach, I’ll take care of you. Now open those incredible legs. Let me see your sweet, wet little pussy.” Her legs splay, offering me a view of her beautiful body. Grabbing both ankles, I press feathery kisses up her legs. Her thighs are trembling, and I can smell her delectable arousal. Once I’ve tasted my way up her thighs, I ignore the spot where she needs me the most and trail my tongue up her smooth skin, licking the trail of sweetness away.
“Liam, fuck me. Please, I need you inside me.” Her hips rise to meet mine, and I can feel her heat through my jeans. That’s all I needed to hear. Pushing off the bed, my jeans and briefs find the floor in seconds, and when I’m kneeling between her thighs again, I offer her a smile before I grip both thighs, lift them over my shoulders and feast on her sweet pussy.
I lave and lick and nibble like a man who’s been offered a buffet after being starved for years. Her intoxicating sweetness envelops me, and I find myself drunk on her. Insatiable. Needy. Addicted.
Her body tenses, tightening around my tongue. I glance up at her. Her body coming undone is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. “Liam!” Her cries are loud, and I’m glad I don’t have neighbors close by because they’d think I was killing her with pleasure.
Her release slowly dissipates, and I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. Moving over her body, I nudge her entrance with the crown of my cock. Waiting for approval. Acceptance. When she lifts her hips to mine, I slide in effortlessly. Our bodies move as if we’re molding to one another.
The erotic dance of us connected, one person, one heart, and one soul overwhelms me. “I fucking love you, Emma Quinn.” The words are strained and harsh, but the emotion I pour into the kiss as I swallow her moans shows her exactly how I feel. Her tongue tangles with mine, teasing and tumbling.
When I pull away, our eyes lock and she smiles. “I love you, too, Liam fucking Hayes.” With that, I roll my hips, seating myself fully inside her body. Her legs lock around my hips and I fuck her, I make love to her, I bind her to me. Not just with my body but with my very heart and soul.
“Emma, marry me.” The words fall from my mouth without a second thought. And as tears glisten in her eyes, she nods and just gives me one word.
“Yes.”
Playlist
The music that inspired this book
Young And Beautiful – Lana Del Rey
When You’re Gone – Avril Lavigne
Start Again – Red
Better Than Me – Hinder
Hurt So Good – Astrid S
Don’t Let Me Down – The Chainsmokers, Daya
You Are Here – Denmark + Winter
Suffocating – Alyssa Reid
Cold Sweat – Band of Skulls
Ride - Chase Rice
Full playlist HERE
Between Want & Fear
Backstage Series - Book Three
Copyright © 2017 by Dani René
Published by Dani René
ISBN: 978-0-639-90010-0
Cover Design: Raven Designs
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Dedication
To those of you too scared to show your true self to someone, don’t be. For those who have ever felt, not good enough, don’t. We’re all perfect in our own unique imperfections.
Never be afraid to let you heart beat. Never be afraid to smile at that guy in the coffee shop, to take a chance and say hello. Don’t ever let your fear overrule your want. That girl on the sidewalk waiting for the bus, might be waiting for you.
Emotions. Feelings. Affection. Love.
