by Alla Kar
“Open your legs,” I whispered against her thigh.
She obeyed, spreading her legs wide for me, and I was going to fill her up and show her how beautiful she was. I didn’t care if her dad came storming in. She was mine.
I could feel her shaking with anticipation as I neared her pussy and once I planted a kiss to her core, her legs tightened around my shoulders, pushing me further into her sweet wetness. Soft moans shuttered through her. I dipped my fingers inside of her and lapped at her clit with my tongue ring. She was shivering against my mouth and I sucked her harder.
She tasted so sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I sucked her labia into my mouth with hard pulses and tilted her hips upward to give me better access and devoured her with my tongue.
She cried out and gripped my hair, tugging and pulling until I couldn’t stand not being inside of her anymore. Her coming against my mouth pushed me to an edge that I’d never been to before.
Quickly, I planted kisses up her body, tugging her bra off of her and tossing it to the side, and sucked her pretty pink nipple into my mouth. She didn’t have huge tits but they felt too right in my palms. They were meant for my hands and my hands only.
I took her mouth with mine and her eyes widened. “I taste myself,” she whispered so softly. So shyly, that the innocence of it made me harder than I’d ever been.
“You taste so sweet.” I nipped her bottom lip and then sucked it into my mouth, watching as her eyes closed in bliss. I kissed her neck and pulled my jeans down my legs and got rid of my underwear.
I hovered over her, sucking at her skin and slid two fingers inside of her. She rocked against my hand, getting wetter and wetter with each stroke. She moaned my name.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I crawled up and pressed the tip of my dick against her wet folds. “Paxton.”
“Yeah, baby?”
She was silent for a few seconds so I glanced up at her. Her cheeks were bright red, her eyes pressed closed. “What is it?”
She exhaled. “Can we try it like this?” Gently, she pressed her palm against my chest and rose up until she was straddling me.
Oh, fuck. “Of course we can, Sugar.”
She gripped my shoulders, lowered herself onto me and dug her fingernails into my skin. “Oh,” she said, slowly sliding over my length. I knew there was no way in hell that I’d last this way.
I gripped her hips, guiding her slowly up and down, gritting my teeth to keep from fucking her senseless and coming way before I needed to. “Feel good, baby?”
She nodded, pulling up and then back down on me quickly, her head jerking back and a moan slipping from those pretty lips. “Oh, God. Please.”
Jesus, I’m not going to last. I leaned back on my elbows so that I could see her, bent my knees and began to rock my hips against her, pushing her closer to the edge I was getting closer to falling over. “Paxton,” she moaned, her fingers digging into me.
I watched her hips rock against me, her arousal so sweet I wanted to eat her again, but I was too close and she wasn’t far behind me.
“Come on, baby. Come for daddy.” I bucked harder, and her legs began to shake.
“Paxton!” she screamed. Hearing that sweet mouth scream my name pushed me so far that I thought I’d come before her, so I pressed my thumb against her clit and scrapped my nail across the sensitive skin until her pussy muscles clenched around me and she called me name again.
I screwed my eyes shut. “Come on me,” she whispered.
My eyes popped open. Those too-blue eyes searched my face for a reaction, and I hoped she could see the fucking excitement on my face. I’d come on her any day she asked.
She squeezed her muscles again, and I pulled out, pushed her to the bed and came against her soft, flat stomach, clutching the bed for support.
She didn’t say anything but I saw the adrenaline in her eyes. I kept my eyes on hers for as long as I could while making my way toward the bathroom. I brought back a damp cloth, crawled over her and washed her clean, threw the cloth onto the floor and gathered her into my arms.
“You’re perfect,” I mumbled into the top of her head.
“And you’re not?” she asked.
I frowned because I knew she couldn’t see. I knew I told her not to worry about what other people thought but her own family didn’t think I was good enough for her. I wasn’t perfect, and she was amazing, but I’d do whatever it took to make sure I had a chance with her.
Stroking her hair, I let the soft strands slide through my fingers. “You’re not going to leave right now, are you?” she whispered.
I shook my head. “No, baby. I’m going to stay until it’s time to go fake sleep in my room.”
She yawned, and snuggled tighter around me. “Stay,” she whispered.
I smiled. “Always.”
Chapter Seven
Missy
We got up at four in the morning and made it to Panama City by five the next day.
The weather was amazing compared to Houston’s humidity, and just thinking about the night on the beach with Paxton had my heart racing. Even though I could hardly keep my eyes opened, I followed my dad into the restaurant where he had made reservations.
And I wanted to be anywhere but there with him. When Dad made time to talk to me, it was something I normally didn’t want to talk about and I had a feeling it was going to be college.
We took our seats on the deck at a tall bar table that looked out over the ocean. At least it was a good view.
Dad had his phone plastered to his ear, and was talking ninety to nothing. I had no idea who he was talking to, but I ordered his drink for him since he couldn’t take two seconds to tell the waitress himself.
Nick looked just like him. The dark hair, dark eyes and dark soul. Yep, they were just alike.
When Dad sat his Blackberry on the table next to his other devices, he finally let his eyes rest on me. “You look tired.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said.
He cocked a brow and took the water the waitress handed him. “We’ll both have the Caesar salad.”
I ground my teeth together. “Actually, I would like to have an appetizer of mozzarella sticks, ma’am.”
She grinned over a pair of tiny black-rimmed glasses and gave me a curt nod. “That won’t help your figure, Missy,” he said, sipping his water.
“I’m not watching my figure Dad, you are.”
He narrowed his gaze and reached down to grab his phone. “Talked to your mother lately?”
“How would I? You have my phone.”
He seemed pleased about that. “Right. Well, it’s better you don’t talk to the hussy anyway.”
Hussy, really? If my memory served me correctly he was the one having the affair. I didn’t answer.
Once our food arrived, I loaded my bland salad with salt and pepper before eating. “I need you to fill something out for me,” Dad said, pulling a folded sheet of paper from inside of his jacket.
His dark eyes watched me carefully as I read the top. University of Chicago application. Oh, God. I’d been right. Dad lifted a brow and sighed loudly. “Missy, we’ve talked about this before, so it shouldn’t be a surprise to you. Now fill that out and I’ll make some calls to the university in the morning.”
I wanted to throw up. Had he not got the hint? I didn’t want to go there. I had no idea where I wanted to go, but being Nick’s assistant manager wasn’t it. “Dad—,”
“Hello?” He pressed a button on his blue tooth. “Okay, we’ll be right there. Yeah, of course.”
My mouth was pressed into a hard line. Slapping him had been on my mind since I turned fifteen and he started ruining my life, but he’d made my life a living hell. “Come on, Missy we have to leave.”
He tossed a hundred on the table and walked out. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and grabbed my application. I’d say I lost it tomorrow when he asked. I had no idea what I wanted to do but I was not going to Chicago and he couldn’t make me.
We went straight to the concert after dinner. I had hardly eaten anything before Dad got a call and my stomach was rumbling for some real food.
Paxton’s backside was just as fun to watch as his front, and I snickered to myself from backstage.
“What are you laughing about?”
I turned to find Ginger sitting down on a speaker beside me. Her clipboard held tightly to her chest. I always figured there were hearts and doodles on them. Everyone knew she didn’t really have a job other than screwing my dad.
“Nothing,’ I said.
Her pretty face frowned. “He’s cute, isn’t he?”
I turned toward her. “Who? My dad?”
She blushed hard and suddenly found something interesting on that said clipboard. “No, I was talking about Paxton?”
My heart fell. Ginger was only about twenty-six and gorgeous. Having her fawn over the first boy that’d made me feel special made me want to slap her. “He’s okay,” I lied.
The corner of her lip pulled upward. “I won’t tell.”
Oh, no. She knew. “Tell what?” I pulled my cardigan tighter around my body and pretended to fix my wavy hair.
She smiled down at me, and it almost looked genuine. Almost. “Ginger, I need your help,” Dad called.
She looked back and gave me one last smile before following my dad further backstage. Were we that obvious? God, I probably looked like a love-struck puppy. How could I not have? Paxton was—perfect. He knew what to say and how to make me feel special. No one in my family had ever made me feel that happy.
The concert took forever. Paxton reached down and grabbed a pair of panties from the floor at his feet and shoved them into his jeans pocket. A zap of jealously clogged my throat. I didn’t want him touching anyone’s panties but my own. But it was part of the job, right?
Nick came barreling through, shoving everyone out of the way. “What’s your problem?” Dillon yelled, chasing after him.
“You!” Nick shouted, turning to point a finger at Dillon. “You were off the entire last half of our last song. Get your shit together, Dillon or I swear you’ll be out of this band before you can take another breath.”
Dillon narrowed his eyes and then smiled really big. Nick looked like he was going to blow a gasket.
Paxton threw his hand out in front of Nick and looked over his shoulder at Dillon. “No one even noticed. We’re human and make mistakes. Chill out.”
Nick’s jaw clenched and he stormed off.
Dillon smiled at Paxton. “Thanks, man. He must be on his period.” Paxton laughed and slapped his back.
“He must have a never-ending period then.”
Dillon laughed and walked over to a group of girls waiting for autographs. When I looked back, Paxton was staring at me. His electric guitar hanging over his back, those beautiful blue eyes pinning me to my spot on the speaker. His gaze went from me to the door and I knew what he wanted.
I made my way to the tour bus and ten minutes later he walked into our room. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
I shrugged. “Nothing, why?”
He narrowed his gaze, tossed his guitar on his bed and bent down in front of me; grabbing my chin and making me look at him. “What. Is. Wrong?”
I frowned and bit my lower lip to keep from crying. What was wrong with me? I reached into my pocket and pulled out a college application.
He read over the application. “College? Your dad?”
I nodded. “I feel so stupid,” I whispered. “I can’t even stand up to my dad and tell him what I want to do.”
Paxton studied my face. “What do you want to do, baby?”
I frowned. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “But not that.”
Paxton stood and ripped the application into many pieces and let them float to the ground. “Then you don’t have to. Change into something more comfortable. We’re not leaving until the morning and I promised someone a beach trip, didn’t I?”
Despite my gut hurting from the thought of spending my life doing something I didn’t want to do, I felt relaxed knowing Paxton would make me forget about it. His arms felt like a safe place for me to be … me.
Neither Nick nor Dillon was in the bus when we left, which gave us an easy escape. Paxton changed into a pair of ripped jeans and a plain T-shirt that fit his lean body. His upright hair was windblown by the time we made it to the beach.
My toes sunk into the sand, and sent chills up my spine. The beach at night was something I could experience forever. I didn’t know where I wanted to end up in life but I knew I wanted it to be near a beach.
Knowing there were millions of fish—things unknown—so close but yet so far away excited me. I loved the ocean.
“It’s kind of surreal isn’t it?” Paxton whispered. He didn’t have to whisper but it made me smile that he did. Hearing the ocean made my dad’s overbearing attitude disappear.
I nodded and squeezed his hand. “Yeah, it’s so loud but so quiet at the same time. I love it.”
Paxton led me toward an abandoned bridge and laid our blanket out beside it, but not in its shadow because it would be too cold. He picked me up and I yelped into the night. My voice echoed against the bridge and I smiled when he sat me down next to him and pulled me onto his chest.
I relaxed into his touch, listening to the sound of the ocean and Paxton’s heart beat loudly in my ear. “I don’t ever want to leave,” I whispered.
I felt Paxton’s chest vibrate with laughter. “Well, I’m sure your dad would send a search party out for us, and then what?”
I smiled. “I don’t care what my dad does.”
Paxton trailed his fingers against my back. “He’ll eventually find out about us, ya know?”
I nodded. “I know. Are you scared?”
He shook his head. “Not for me, but for you. He’s your dad, Missy. I don’t want to ruin your relationship.”
“We don’t have a relationship. He tells me what to do and I do it. It’s as simple as that. I can’t remember the last time he just gave me a hug. Him or Nick. It’s all about them and what they want. It’s never about what I want.”
Paxton nodded.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Where are your parents?” I asked, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “Do you see them a lot?”
Paxton stayed quiet for a long time and I thought he may have fallen asleep. “My real parents abandoned me when I was really little. I was tossed around for a few years, but eventually I was settled with a good foster family. I love them a lot. I don’t see them often because of touring but I talk to them a lot. I can’t even imagine how I would have turned out if I hadn’t gotten lucky and found a good foster home.”
God. And there I was complaining about my real dad. “I’m sorry, Paxton. I’m so inconsiderate.”
He pushed me down onto my back, and leaned against his elbow to look down at me. “What are you talking about? Your dad is an ass. I’m always here to talk to you about it. Don’t forget that, Sugar.”
I nodded, even though I knew it was selfish of me. There were so many things I wanted to say to my dad but I’d never had the guts to stand up to him because I didn’t know what he would do to me.
“Was your nightmare about your real parents?” I whispered.
Paxton pressed his thumb against my bottom lip and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t have them often. They were really bad when I was little and I have them randomly now. But I’m lucky they left because they were deadbeats. They didn’t care for me like they should have.”
I couldn’t imagine anyone not loving Paxton. I cupped his strong jaw and looked into his blue eyes. “It was their loss because I think you’re pretty awesome myself.”
He lifted a brow and ran his tongue against his bottom lip. “Oh, yeah?” He leaned in to kiss me tenderly.
“Yeah,” I whispered against his lips. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
I bit my lip.
“Am I really your girlfriend?”
Paxton looked blankly at me and then erupted into laughter. My cheeks burned hotly. “What’s so funny?”
“You’re so damn adorable. Of course, you are. What did you think we were doing? Just screwing?”
I shook my head. “No, I just didn’t think we had DTR’d yet.”
He furrowed his brow. “You’re making me show my age, Sugar. What’s DTR’d?”
“Define the relationship.”
He smirked and laughed again. “Oh, get off me,” I said, trying to get him off of me but he pulled me closer and pinned me underneath him with a long, smoldering kiss that had my body humming.
“You’re my girlfriend.” He kissed my nose, and then the corner of my lip. “You’re mine, period. I haven’t felt this crazy in years, Missy. All you have to do is look at me and I come undone. You’re mine,” he whispered again. “Mine.”
My stomach clenched. “Yours,” I said.
He nodded, grabbing my wrists and penning them over my head. “Mine,” he whispered. “You’re the most exciting part of my day, Missy. I love to perform, but I’m searching for you as soon as I leave the stage.” He snorted. “What does that say about me? I’ve only known you a few days and you’re making me into a love-struck puppy.” He nuzzled my neck. “And I love every minute of it.”
I couldn’t help the smile that traced my face because I knew exactly what he was talking about. “I know I said I’d make love to you on the beach, baby, but I want to hold you. All night if I could.”
I swear my heart felt like it was going to combust. “I’d like that. We can stay until we have to leave.”
Paxton kissed my forehead, and then my lips before rolling over and spooning me against him. “Paxton,” I said.
“Hmm.” He kissed the top of my head.
“Will you sing to me?”
He kept stroking my hair and down my arm and then back. I thought he didn’t want to but then I heard him start to sing All of Me by John Legend. I’d heard him sing but never alone without my brother drowning him out. And it was beautiful.
My head’s under water but I’m breathing fine.
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind.
