by Zoey Derrick
“Well, we’ll be over on Tuesday for dinner.”
“Oh yeah, about that. I wanted to give you a heads up. This is turning into an all-out shindig. Some of my friends and their boyfriends, girlfriends and husbands are coming. I don’t expect any crazy fangirl moments, but I wanted you to warn the guys. Oh, and bring Kyle.” She winks.
“Jeez, nothing gets past you does it?”
She laughs. “No, it doesn’t. I know a love-struck teenager when I see it and you’ve got two of them.”
I sigh. “Yeah.”
She laughs. “Well, apparently we need to have coffee while you’re here. You know, girl talk.” She winks.
“Oh no, I couldn’t, you’re so busy…”
“You have my number. If you need to get away, call me.” She winks again and I nod. “We’re gonna duck out of here before the hoard crawls their way back here.”
“You don’t want to say hi to the guys?”
She shakes her head. “We’ll see them Tuesday.” I nod and she comes over. I stand up and she gives me a hug. “Keep up the good work.”
She moves to the side, making room for Tristan to come in too. “You’re doing great. We’ll see you Tuesday.”
“Thanks, guys,” I say and walk them out of the dressing room. Kyle is standing only a few feet away while 69 Bottles is playing to the crowd. Cami and Tristan slide out of the back door and out of sight.
“What on earth was that all about?” Kyle says into my ear as the back door closes.
I laugh, “I thought I was getting fired.”
“Me too.” Kyle snorts. “So are you going to tell me?”
I shrug. “Maybe.” He spins me around.
“Don’t make me kiss it out of you.” I laugh at his words and his tone. He’s serious.
“I don’t think that’s possible, but I don’t mind if you try.”
“Oh really?”
“Really.” Our mouths draw closer together. I feel like I’m in a movie, drawing out that slow sensual kiss that you know is coming.
“I know I could kiss it from you.”
“If you’re so sure, do it,” I mock and his lips crash against mine. I moan.
“Tell me,” he whispers.
“Nope.”
His lips are back on mine. His tongue teasing my lips, sending shivers through me. My nipples are hardening against my corset and I quiver.
“Tell me, baby girl.” I melt against him and his lips find my jaw.
“Mmm, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“Hmm,” he whispers against my neck. “Maybe you’ll tell me if I stop kissing you.” I can feel his lips tickle along my neck with the slightest touch. His tightly trimmed goatee adding extra sensations. Then I hear his tongue as it licks his lips and he nips my skin. I shiver.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
“Tell me,” he counters.
“You’re killing me.”
“Tell me.”
“Kiss me.”
“Tell me.”
“Take me.” As I suspected, he can’t resist my need and his mouth is back on mine and he’s pushing me against the wall, holding me there, pressing into me. I vaguely notice that the crowd is still cheering but the band has stopped. Talon will be here momentarily. But Kyle’s lips are keeping mine too busy to speak. I moan into his mouth.
“You better be saving some for me,” Talon growls with anticipation as he enters the room. Kyle kisses me for another few seconds and then pulls back. Both of us are equally breathless, I feel like I need to bend over and hold my knees.
“She won’t tell me what Cami and Tristan wanted. So I thought I’d kiss it out of her.”
Talon snorts. “How’s that working for you?”
Kyle pouts. “It’s not.”
They both laugh. “I figured as much,” Talon says. “Come on, I want my panda with me in the greenroom. You too.” He looks to Kyle. “I just haven’t come up with a nickname for you yet.” Kyle actually blushes. “Come on.”
Talon pulls me into a quick kiss before pulling me and Kyle off to the greenroom. When we get in there, we’re the only ones there and Kyle closes the door behind him. I take a seat on the couch and Talon comes up behind me, standing behind the couch. His hands are on my shoulders, before sliding down and into the thin top of my corset, quickly finding and pulling my nipples between his fingers. I writhe underneath him. “Will you tell Kyle now?” he asks.
I moan. “No,” I breathe.
Talon’s fingers tug a little harder and roll my nipples between them. “Ahh,” I groan.
“How about now, angel?”
“Harder,” I demand and he complies, tugging and pulling, twisting and rolling. The spark ignites in my clit and I want to explode. I’ve never come from nipple stimulation but I’m so wound up, I just might. I flick my hips against the couch.
“You hussy,” Kyle admonishes. “Maybe we’re going to have to fuck it out of her.”
“Yes!” I groan.
There is a rush of noise outside the door and Talon pulls his hands from my corset just as I’m about to come. I pout prettily and whine at the loss of touch. “Maybe we should deny you all the things you want, like that orgasm playing with your pussy right now. Make you sit on it for a while,” Talon says, there is a bit of snark in his voice so I know he’s teasing, sort of.
It doesn’t stop me from saying a whiney, “no.” They both laugh just as the door opens. I cross my arms over my chest and make a show of pouting just as Dex, Mouse and Peacock come walking into the room.
“What’s her problem?” Dex asks catching the look on my face.
“Punishment,” Talon says and Dex busts out laughing.
“What she do?”
Talon takes a seat next to me, pulling me into him. “Nothing actually.”
“Oh, ouch. Sucks to be you, sweetheart.”
“You have no idea,” I whine, which of course makes Talon and Kyle laugh. I huff. “So not fair.”
Talon picks me up and sets me on his lap. I can feel his erection pressing right into my sex and I decide that it’s time for payback. I grind my butt against his crotch. I hear him hiss through his teeth just as the room fills with crazy women and fans buzzing with excitement.
I squirm and I feel his hand on my side, he pinches me and I bounce. He hisses again. Ha! That backfired. I smirk. He leans up and whispers in my ear. “You’re being a bad girl.” I squirm again at his words.
“You make me bad,” I whisper in his ear.
“Don’t make me get Kyle.”
“Mmm,” I whisper a moan into his ear.
“Fuck!” he growls harshly but softly into my ear.
“We have to attend this party,” Kyle argues with Talon. I can’t help but smile. “We agreed we’d be there. We don’t have to stay all night, but we have to go.”
“Yeah, I know,” Talon whines then kisses my shoulder. “What about the rooms?”
“One of the guys took care of it already. They have keys and our luggage has been taken up.” Kyle looks at me, “I just had them take everything up. I hope that’s alright?” I nod.
“I just think we’ve made her suffer long enough.”
“Her?” Kyle says. “She still hasn’t told us about her meeting with Cami and Tristan, and because she didn’t pull the confidential, none of your business card, whatever it was, we need to know. So I say she can suffer a little longer.”
I groan. “Fine.”
They both laugh. “Too late now, panda. We will get it out of you, but not right now,” Talon says with a smirk as he starts to stand up with me in his lap. I squeal.
“Oh my god, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Let me get up.” I scramble trying to stand up and Talon wraps his arms around me and nestles his face into my neck. “I know you don’t want to go, baby, but we have to. Just for a little while. Then you can take me back to the hotel and have your evil way with me.”
“Promise?”
“Aw, of course I do.”
“Okay,” He pouts and it’s kinda cute. I look at Kyle and he doesn’t look any happier to be going to this party either. I try and stand up but Talon won’t let me go.
“You know, the sooner we go, the sooner we can get back to the hotel,” I tell him.
“Fine,” he grumbles and releases me. I climb off of his lap where I’ve been for the last forty-five minutes and I’ve managed more than a few nasty looks from the chicks who were determined to try and get in Talon’s pants tonight.
I was even more surprised when Kyle turned them away. The other guys weren’t complaining at all the extra attention. Considering we don’t have anywhere to go until Wednesday, I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long night for all of us. I turn around to help Talon up off of the couch and he takes my hand, pulls me down and plants a kiss on my lips.
“You’re bad,” I whisper. “Now, let’s go.”
He stands begrudgingly and finally the three of us are out the door, down the hall and crashing through the back door. The buses are gone from the back of the lot, which helps because the fans will follow the buses wherever they go. So there are only a few mingling fans out back behind the fences.
Rusty and Mills are standing next to a town car and the driver opens the door for us to climb in. Kyle goes first, and he slides all the way over. Then Talon ushers me in. I slide in. “Scoot,” he says and I slide into the middle as he folds his massive body in next to me. Mills climbs into the front seat and I haven’t a clue where Rusty goes.
Kyle looks at me, I look at him and he brings his finger to his mouth, puckering his lips in a silent “Shh.” I nod and his other hand comes to rest on my knee. I lock my legs together. No, no, not here. Not in the car, not with Mills and some random stranger. His hand slides up my thigh and that burning need to come explodes as my legs fall slack to the side as his hand slides up higher, seeking my core.
It only takes a second for Talon to catch on to what Kyle is doing and a wolfish smile spreads across his face as his hand comes across his body to mine. His fingers brush across my nipple and my head falls back and my mouth goes slack. My breathing hitches. Kyle leans into my ear. “Be a good girl, don’t make a sound and I’ll let you come.”
Fuck me. I can’t, there is no way. Just then his fingers brush against my clit and Talon’s fingers pinch my nipple. I stop breathing and bite my lip. With blood rushing in my ears, I can hear nothing around me. I pray to god I’m not making any noise. If I am, I pray that Mills and the driver are professional enough to not make a big deal out of it.
Kyle’s ministrations pick up and my hips flick. Talon’s hand moves from one breast to the other, giving that nipple some much needed attention and I’m close. So fucking close.
Kyle turns slightly and I feel his hand shift with a finger pressed against my clit, I feel him looking for my entrance with another finger. He doesn’t slide in once he finds it. He doesn’t have to. I tremble. The orgasm is right there, right on the tip. Talon leans into me ear and whispers, “Come for him, angel. Coat his finger with your slick heat.”
I turn my face to find his lips. I kiss him hard and fast, giving him everything I have and letting my cries of pleasure melt into his mouth. My body shakes, my clit radiates more pleasure with each milking flick of Kyle’s finger. My body twitches each time he passes that hypersensitive spot, and gradually his motions slow.
Unable to breath with Talon’s tongue on mine, I pull in a long shaky breath as I desperately try to calm myself down.
Kyle extracts his fingers from within me. I want to grab his hand and suck off my juices but Talon beats me to it. He takes Kyle’s hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth, then moves onto his thumb, licking and sucking on it. My mouth falls open and the fire is back as I watch Talon’s magical tongue on Kyle’s hand and Kyle has so much lust in his eyes as he watches Talon.
Fuck me! How in the hell did I get myself sucked (no pun intended) into a manly sandwich such as this? I certainly have done nothing to deserve it.
A couple more minutes and Talon releases Kyle’s hand and I pout because all my essence is gone from him and I wanted a taste.
“What’s the matter, baby girl?” Kyle asks “I wanted a taste.”
“Oh fuck, that’s…shit, that’s hot,” he whispers in my ear and I smile. “Later,” he says just as the car pulls in front of the club.
“We’ll go around back,” I say without thinking.
Talon is actually upset. “You most certainly will not. You’re going in with me.”
“I’m sorry, Talon, I just. Crap, I’m sorry.”
He kisses me on the cheek. “I know, it’s okay. Remember, smile.”
“That’s my line,” I say with a smile.
“Maybe, but this is your first press gauntlet.”
“No argument here,” I laugh and I take Kyle’s hand in mine as Mills opens the door and I am assaulted with screams, camera flashes and a desperate desire to run away. When I signed on for this gig, I never imagined sharing a bed with any of them, let alone walking a press gauntlet, as Talon’s girlfriend I guess, since he refuses to let my hand go as I slide across the seat. Kyle, on my other hand, is my grounding force and it’s a heady balance and it is certainly one that can get me through anything.
When I stand from the car, the flashbulbs are blinding, the cheers grow louder and the reporters start shouting. “Mr. Carter, is this your girlfriend? Is this your woman? Why did you duet with her tonight?” Wonderful! I scream in my head, but Talon does what I’ve told him.
He moves forward so that Kyle can climb out. I refuse to let him go and Talon doesn’t seem to mind as the three of us slide inside the downtown Phoenix nightclub.
The club is packed and we enter to a roar from the crowd. There are signs everywhere for the record, the album and the label. Now I see why it was so important that we come to this party. It’s sponsored by the label itself. It has to be. Now, I’m even more nervous. I hope they’re not here and just sent the banners and such to be set up. Though it may be sponsored by the label, doesn’t mean the drinks are free. Usually they slap their posters up and that’s about it.
Talon ushers Kyle and me over to where the rest of the band is. For the first time since San Diego, Peacock has a chick on his lap and I wonder what happened with Jess, but shrug it off. Peacock is a good looking guy and the bass player of a very popular band; he deserves to have all the girls he wants. It is with that thought I think back to what Talon said earlier about him screwing up and how it will likely happen and there is a thought that passes through my head. How can I hold him back from being the rock star that he is? That was maybe the wrong question. I don’t want to hold him back from being a rock star; I want to hold him back from being a rock star sex god. Granted being a rock star doesn’t mean you fuck anything with legs and a pussy, but should I be tying him down to me? I pray to god I’m not. I know I am not ready for that level of full on commitment. When my gut wrenches at the idea of him with another woman, I have my answer. Mentally, I’m so not ready, however my gut instincts are obviously taking over.
Dex and Mouse are working their usual hoard of women. I roll my eyes. These girls could do so much better. God, they’re not the only ones. Wait, what? God, I need to stop doubting myself, doubting who I am. Out of all these women, Talon is choosing me. Kyle is choosing me and this whole thing isn’t even twenty-four hours old. I’m beating myself up for nothing.
“What do you want to drink?” Talon asks me.
“An Irish Bulldog.”
He raises an eyebrow at me in question. “It’s a Colorado bulldog, add Bailey’s.”
“Ah, okay, what else?”
“Mr. Carver, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.”
He shrugs. “Maybe.”
“You don’t need me drunk to get me into bed.”
“Mmm and don’t I know it, but I want you to relax a little,” he says with a smile.
“I’ll start with one.” I smile and h
e nods.
“Kyle, what would you like?”
“I can get ‘em,” Kyle says.
“No, I want to. What do you want? The usual?” Kyle nods. “I’ll be right back.” Talon kisses me on the cheek but I see him take Kyle’s hand in his and give it a squeeze. Talon’s way of kissing Kyle.
I really hope he does that because he doesn’t quite know how to show affection to Kyle and not because he’s trying to hide himself or his feelings from everyone else. I let it go and remind myself that this is so new, there are too many questions and nowhere near enough answers from any of us right now.
Talon did say, when we talked this afternoon, that he wasn’t going to go kissing Kyle in public, and that what happened behind closed doors was our business, but I have a feeling that it’s going to mean more to both of them if it isn’t just about the sex between the two.
The party is in full swing and I’m working on my fourth Bulldog. Kyle about flips his lid when some random guy shows up with a drink for me. I respectfully decline it and Kyle steps up to push him off. I’m glad Kyle handled it because Talon radiates with anxiety until the guy walks away. Luckily Rusty and Mills are on it. Taking the drink from the guy and taking it back to the bar before he tries to pass it off on someone else. Usually if a guy is going to buy a drink for a woman, it’s through the bartender or the server. Not a guarantee, but certainly a little safer than what he was trying to do.
“Was it drugged?” I ask randomly.
Talon shrugs. “No way to know and because no one saw it, we can’t do anything about it. Never, ever take a drink from anyone, please?”
“I won’t.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Relax, Kyle got it and I wouldn’t have taken it anyway.” I look at Kyle and mouth a thank you and he blows me a kiss. “Besides, I’m draped all over you and he had the balls to bring a drink over here in the first place. He deserves whatever happens to him,” I snicker. I watch as Talon’s lips twitch because he’s fighting a smile.
