by KT Fisher
“Book?” I ask out loud as I enter, but I don’t get an answer. “Booker?”
I walk through the house, but I can’t seem to find him.
Damn Booker and his big house.
“Booker?” I ask again.
“Outside, babe,” he replies, and I turn around and head for the back door. Once I see him, I pause taking in the sight before me. A large blanket is placed on the grass, with food and drinks scattered over the top. Booker is standing beside the blanket, a cute smile on his face and I melt inside.
“What’s this?” I ask.
“A date,” he answers, and I can’t help but giggle.
“A date in the backyard.” I slowly walk toward him.
He’s wearing his black jeans with matching black shirt that’s deliciously tight, and his black Timberland boots. I actually love it when he dresses in all black, it makes his bright tattoos stand out and he looks bad ass. His hands come out of his pockets as I come closer, and he reaches out for me.
“I don’t wanna take you out and put you in danger, and I realized we haven’t been on a date,” Booker explains, wrapping his arms around me. “Now that we don’t have to hide, I figured I’d give you that date.”
“That’s sweet…” I kiss him, “…but we don’t need a date.”
“I know, that’s why you’re my kind of woman...” He winks, making me laugh, “…but I wanted to do this for you.”
Not only have I got myself a gorgeous man, but he’s a good man, and I’m feeling wonderfully squishy inside. Booker kisses me, causing me to feel breathless and then he picks me up. Laughing, I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the blanket, laying me down and leaning over me kissing me some more. Very soon after, I’m wanting more than just his kisses and begin to grind against his jeans.
Booker breaks away, smiling down at me. “We need to have the date first, baby.”
“How about you slide your cock inside me now, and we have the date after?” I ask, which makes him laugh.
“As much as I really wanna do that, we’re having the date first, and I’m gonna make some good love to you later.” My insides quiver at his promise.
Once I’m full of food, which Booker has personally fed me—he has me pretty heated from just placing food in my mouth. He picks up some cream and wiggles his eyebrows. “Shall we take dessert to the bedroom?”
“That depends, am I the one eating the cream?” I ask, biting down on my lip.
“We’re both going to be having some cream, babe,” Booker growls, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet and picking me up.
He carries me to his bedroom, and we laugh on the way, but that soon ends when Booker places me on my feet and strips me out of my clothing. I stand motionless as Booker then undresses himself, a satisfied warmness fills me.
“Lie down,” Booker orders and I happily do as he wants. Booker holds the can of cream in his hand, taunting me as he squirts it into his hand. “Now, open those sweet legs of yours and lie back.”
I do as he asks again, and gasp, when the coldness hits me between my legs. Booker chuckles and then I moan as his tongue hits my pussy, licking away the cream. “So sweet.” Booker groans and returns back down for more.
His tongue works wonders and my back arches from the bed as Booker brings me to the edge. “Oh God!”
I lay panting, but as soon as I open my eyes and see Booker lying naked beside me, I lean up and take the can of cream from his hand. “My turn.” I smirk and settle myself between his legs. “This is going to be cold.” I laugh as I begin to the squirt the cream onto his hard cock. He jerks as the cream hits his skin, and I can’t help but laugh a little more.
Booker’s eyes follow me as I lower my head, closer and closer to his swollen tip. I lick the cream from the top and he groans. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I take him into my mouth and suck the cream away. Licking every last trace, and bringing Booker to the edge as I do. He groans and hisses as I lick and suck him clean, I even add some more cream because I’m enjoying it so much.
With a loud groan, Booker suddenly sits up and I look up at him in shock. He then gets to his knees, pushing me onto my back, then he slides his rock hard cock into me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a sound I’ve never made before erupts from deep within me. Something between a moan, a groan, and a scream, but whatever it is spurs Booker on, and he settles deep. His cock hitting the perfect spot as he caresses my nipples with his tongue. Between his cock and tongue, I see stars and come quickly all over his cock.
The next morning I wake feeling very warm. I like being toasty, but this is just too much! Booker is at my back, but his body surrounds me. One arm wraps around my stomach, capturing me against him as well as one of his legs. I can feel his cock resting against my ass, and I think about teasing him, but my cell alerts a text message.
Booker moans from the noise, but I reach out and see it’s a text from Roxie. The first line is in capitals, so I know it’s important.
Roxie: LOLA NEEDS TO TALK. COME TO MINE ASAP!
I know that Lola doesn’t have a lot of friends. She said she has a few that she only has because of her father’s celebrity status, but from what Lola has told us they aren’t the loyal type. So it makes sense she’s settled so well into our little group.
“Book?” I ask, waking him.
“Mmm?” He opens his eyes.
How can a big muscled man covered in tattoos look so adorable?
“I’m going to Roxie’s, I’ll be back later.” I kiss him on the forehead and begin to remove myself from the bed, but Booker pulls me back. “Book.” I giggle.
“I don’t want you to go.” He sulks, kissing along my neck.
“I have too, Lola needs us,” I explain, but I don’t move an inch.
“I’ll be waiting.” Booker gifts me one last kiss as I stand from the bed. “Now, this I could get used to.”
I look behind me to see Booker watching me, I’m naked as the day I was born and from the look on his face, Booker is loving the view. Smiling, I reach for one of his black shirts and put it on once I fasten my bra. Luckily, my jeans from the day before are okay to wear today, and after I secure my hair in a messy knot on the top of my head, I freshen myself up in the bathroom. I’m going to have to stop by Tate’s on the way home for some underwear, there’s no way I can go commando.
When I return to the bedroom, Booker is up and half dressed. “Let me drive you,” he offers.
“Book, I can walk there in ten minutes.” I joke.
“Doesn’t matter...” he kisses me, “…it’s an extra ten minutes longer with you.”
Seriously, his words have me falling hard for this man. As we settle into the car, I ask Booker to drop me off at Tate’s, so I could put on a pair of thongs. I feel way too uncomfortable without wearing underwear, I don’t know how others can do it. While I’m in my room, I gather a handful of underwear, some tops, and trousers. I figure there will be many mornings like this one when I need a change of clothes. I bag them up and throw them into the back of his car, then slide into the car and he continues on to Roxie’s.
As soon as I step inside Roxie’s, I spot all the girls, and Lacey takes one look at me and flashes me a knowing smile.
“Do not start.” I point at her.
“I think it’s cute,” she whispers, and I roll my eyes.
“So, what’s up with Lola?” I ask her.
“She’s just helping Roxie with the drinks, she says she has something to tell us,” Lacey answers.
It’s not long until Roxie and Lola enter the living room, both with drinks in their hands. No alcohol, just tea, and coffee.
“Thanks for coming, girls.” Lola smiles at us all. “I have nobody to talk to.”
“You have us,” Roxie assures her, and we all agree.
Lola looks around at us all. “I just found out my father has lung cancer.”
We all gasp in shock.
“I’m so sorry, Lola,” I say, and she manages a sm
ile.
“It seems all the years partying haven’t done him so well.” Lola sniffles.
“Oh, Lola…” Paige holds her hand, “…where is he now?”
“With my mother. He has to go back to the hospital in two days to meet with the doctor again to discuss treatment,” Lola adds. “As much as my father made me angry over the years, I never wished this on him.”
“Of course, you didn’t,” Roxie speaks for us all.
We continue to give Lola support. No wonder she didn’t want to meet her usual pals with this news.
“We’re all here for you, Lola,” I tell her. “Whenever you need.”
We try to take Lola’s mind off her home troubles, but I watch her sadness set inside her. Of course it will be, she’s found out her father has a serious illness, but we’ll be here to hold her up. She’s one of us now.
A text message arrives from Tate asking where I am, and I let him know. Not two minutes later there’s a knock, and he enters the living room.
“What’s up?” I ask him, moving into the hall with him.
“I just wanted to see if you’re okay,” he asks. “I haven’t seen you much after everything. Are you all right?”
“Yeah…” I smile, “…don’t worry.”
“No more phone calls?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I assure him.
“Hey, Tate,” Lacey greets him.
Tate then enters the room, taking in all the girls. “Hi, girls.” I notice the moment he sees Lola, but she’s not paying him any attention. Instead, she looks down at her cell phone.
“What brings you by?” asks Roxie.
“I wanted to talk with Crystal, but seeing as I have you all together, I wanted to let you know we have a couple of new bodyguards starting tomorrow. Because after what happened to Tony and Steve, we need some more.” We all look to Paige, and she’s looking a little teary eyed. I can still remember her crying and grieving for the bodyguard she’d started to date, but was cruelly taken away by Joe. “Also, as well as the bodyguards, I thought we could use the help of some security at the gates.”
“Will they be here tomorrow, too?” asks Ria.
“They’re starting today,” Tate answers, and we all relax a little.
Lola then stands. “I need to get going. Thanks, girls.” She hurries off and we all stand to follow her.
“Lola?” asks Roxie.
“What’s up, darling?” asks Tate.
I wish I could tell him not to try his charm on Lola today of all days.
She frowns at Tate, trying to get by him and I see a tear roll down her cheek. “My mother needs me.”
“Hey…” Tate stops her, “…are you all right?”
Lola shakes her head, looking a little shocked. “I need to go home.”
“Don’t go because of me, I’m only trying to have a little fun,” Tate explains. “Please stay, I’ll go.”
“No…” Lola stops him, “…it’s not because of you.”
Tears roll down her cheek and I see Tate freeze. “You’re not okay, are you?”
Lola shakes her head. “I’ve had some bad family news.”
All of a sudden, my flirtatious brother becomes concerned. “Shit, I’m sorry, babe. You probably will never take me up on the offer, but I’m here if you need me. And not in the way you’re thinking…” he laughs, “…I mean in a friendly way.”
Tate may be a charmer, but he can also be a gentleman.
“Thank you.” Lola smiles the first smile for Tate.
“Let me walk you to your car?” he asks, and when she nods in acceptance, they turn to say goodbye and Tate follows her out.
“Whoa,” Lacey comments as soon as they are out the door.
After a blissful week spent at Booker’s, I decide to go back to Tate’s and catch up with him. As much as I complained about staying at his, I miss him, and I want to spend a couple of days with him. The guys have been really busy recording their new album, so I haven’t actually seen a lot of Tate, and the only times I’ve spent with Booker is when he comes home after a hard day’s work. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been amazing having Booker come back and spend time with me.
Today, I know the guys are at Mason’s studio, but I’m hoping I’m able to spend some time with Tate.
“Hello?” I ask when I walk into the house.
“Up here,” Tate shouts from upstairs, but I don’t need to make my way to him because I see my brother coming down the stairs as I walk further into the house.
“You going to the studio?” I ask him.
“Nope,” he answers, fixing his hair in the mirror.
“You wanna hang out?” I ask him and Tate turns to face me.
“I would Crys, but I’m going on a date,” he answers with a smirk. “We can tomorrow, though.”
“Yeah sure.” I nod. “Who are you going on a date with? The lovely Lola?” I tease him.
His smile disappears. “No, that woman is too damn good for me.”
He goes to grab his jacket and as he walks by me, I grab onto his arm. “Don’t be stupid. You deserve to have anyone, and they’d be lucky to have you,” I reply with a frown.
Tate smiles sweetly and pulls my head closer for a quick kiss on the top of my head. Even though I’m a woman, he still likes to show me his affection. “Thanks, now do you have your cell?”
I get it out my pocket to show him. “Yep.”
“You have a message.” He points to the screen, and I see it’s from Paige.
“She wants to come over,” I say as I read it and Tate nods.
“Good, I don’t like you being alone,” he answers.
“You’ve had extra guards and security hired, I’m perfectly safe,” I point out. “She’ll be here in about an hour.”
He nods and as we say our goodbyes I wish him luck on his date. When he leaves, I go to charge my cell in my room and I lie on the bed for a while, thinking back to when I’d worry about Tate finding out about Booker. As it turns out, apart from Tate punching him in the face, I didn’t really have to worry at all.
With my heart feeling lighter, and my smile becoming wider as Booker runs through my mind, I run down to kitchen and turn the radio. Dancing around as I clean. It seems since I’ve been gone, Tate hasn’t been very tidy, and so I decide to do a general spruce up for him. I’m in the living room collecting cups and glasses that have been left scattered around when I hear the front door close.
“I’m in here, Paige,” I shout, finishing up the living room. Paige doesn’t answer, so I quickly stop. “Paige? Sorry, I’m cleaning the place. It seems Tate’s been a little messy since I’ve been staying over at Booker’s.”
However, when I exit the room and look around, it’s not Paige I see… it’s Troy.
“Hello, Crystal.” Troy smiles. He’s dressed in a suit, his lips tilted in a smirk and his chin lifted showing me just how smug he’s feeling about this whole situation. His dark hair looks freshly cut and his eyes piercing as he watches me react to his arrival. “Are you going to congratulate me on my new job?”
Looking at him closer, he’s dressed as one of the security guards that are supposed to protect us.
How on earth did he manage to get the job?
But I don’t ask him that, I want him gone and well away from us all.
“Get out,” I order. “Get out. Now!”
My heart beats faster as I look around for something to use as protection.
“That’s no way to talk to me,” Troy speaks calmly as he takes a step forward.
“Stay there!” I scream. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”
Thinking quickly, I drop the glasses I’m carrying on the floor and they smash. I hurriedly grab a broken piece and hold it out in front of me, pointing it toward Troy.
“There’s no need for that.” Troy looks to the weapon in my hand. “Put it down, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“My friend will be here soon, so you should go unless you want to be arrested,” I threa
ten.
Troy then laughs and I frown. “You mean, Paige?” He laughs again.
A chill spreads throughout my body, I don’t like the sound of that. “What have you done?”
“The stupid girl loves male attention doesn’t she?” he adds.
“What have you done, Troy?” I shout.
“I gave her the attention she wanted, told her to keep quiet because nobody would like her getting close to a guy like me. I didn’t want you to see me because then you’d ruin my plans. She bought it all, the dumb bitch.” He laughs some more. “She was with me today and I gotta say, she comes a close second to you Crystal. So if this doesn’t work out, I might have to take Paige instead.”
“Leave her alone,” I order, beginning to shake. “Leave us both alone.”
“That isn’t going to happen,” he threatens. “Tell me, did I make you believe Paige was actually coming?”
I begin to feel sick. He said he was with Paige. Did he send that text message?
“She is coming,” I insist, still holding out the broken piece of glass toward him.
“No Crystal, she isn’t. In fact, she won’t be going anywhere.” He laughs.
“What have you done?” I ask, dreading to hear his answer.
“Nothing life threatening, don’t worry.” Troy smirks and I look down to see his fists clenched. “Now put the glass down and come with me.”
I shake my head. “No.”
He squeezes his jaw, and I can see I’m really testing his patience, a sign I learned when we were together.
“Crystal…” he warns.
“Get out!” I scream.
Suddenly, Troy comes at me and punches my arm really fucking hard. I scream from the pain it caused me, and the glass shard hits the floor. I quickly look up at Troy and make a run for it. Tate has many rooms in this house, but if I can make it to the garage through the back of the house, I could sneak out without him knowing.
“Get here, you fucking bitch!” Troy shouts at me as I run down the hall.
I feel the tears in my eyes, I’m so frightened that he’ll catch me. He’s done terrible things to me in the past, and I don’t ever want to go through that again.
