by Rye Hart
I reached over and rubbed her back as she started to stir. She stretched and groaned, her limbs reaching out as her back arched into the morning sun. Her ass rose in the air and it tugged at my cock, my hand reaching out to give it a little squeeze.
Delia turned and looked at me, her sleepy eyes slowly coming alive.
Oh, the things I wanted to do to her body.
I was so fucking glad I’d left my bag on the damn bus. I would’ve missed this entire encounter had I not come back. Her wet body writhing against mine. The taste of her coming on my lips. The way she followed my every instruction as I taught her how to suck my cock.
“What are you looking at?” Delia asked.
” “You,” I said. “I’m looking at you.”
Pulling the blanket away from her shoulder, I kissed it as she sighed. Her head descended back into the pillow as she arched into my touch, my hand caressing her spine. I took that as an invitation to get cozy and pressed my chest against her body, feeling her turn into me as I pulled her closer.
My lips descended onto her breast, feeling her rolling into me as her fingers ran through my hair.
I kissed up her neck, raking my teeth against her skin as she gasped. My lips found the shell of her ear as she shuddered, my hands exploring her body. My fingertips parted her folds, finding her already wet for me as I chuckled in her ear. She gasped at the warmth and I watched goosebumps trickle down her skin as I slowly slipped a finger into her.
And fuck, she was tight.
“Drake,” she said breathlessly.
“If you thought last night was good,” I said, into her ear, “just wait until my cock slides into you. Slowly. Torturously. Every inch filling you full for the first time in your life.”
I slid another finger in and stretched her, scissoring them and readying her body with her own juices.
“My skin brushing against yours. Our bodies writhing together in ecstasy. Toe-curling orgasms as I take you in positions you’ve only seen in your dreams.”
I heard her draw in a shuddering breath as she bucked her hips into my hand.
“My lips nipping at your breasts as my cock dives into your warmth. Your legs growing weak as I pin your wrists to the bed. My stubble raking across your skin.”
I rubbed her shoulder with my morning stubble and she moaned into my ear.
“Would you like that?” I asked.
I removed my fingers from her juicy pussy and brought them to my lips. I licked her sweet juices off my skin, her eyes watching my every move. They were bright and fully awake, taking in the moment before my lips fell to hers.
She rolled me over on top of her and I found her body spread for me, awaiting the intrusion I knew would have her screaming for more.
I grinned down at the beautiful angel beneath me as her eyes connected with mine. There was a peace about her stare that gave me pause, taking in this moment so I could remember it. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock, lining it up with her entrance as I breached her folds with my tip.
She tensed up and I dropped down to her, covering her mouth with mine as I slowly slid inside.
Her hands raced to my back, her nails clawing at my muscles. My throat swallowed her whimpers as I tried to control myself. Her pussy was so tight and I could feel her virginity give way to me as I slid into her, and Delia’s entire body was trembling against mine.
I sank to my hilt slowly, waiting for her to adjust around me. There was something within me that forced me to take it slowly. No matter how much I wanted to destroy her pussy and have her crying out my name, a little voice in the back of my mind told me to be gentle.
So I was.
Until she rolled her hips into me.
Our lips broke apart and I slid from between her legs. I slid back into her, watching her eyes roll into the back of her head as I grabbed both of her hands. I pinned them above her, my mouth falling to her breasts as I rose up onto my knees.
Shallow thrusts followed as her clit raked against my curls. I marked her tits as mine, sucking them as she moaned and whimpered. Her pussy was hot and her walls were fluttering. Her entire body was laid out on a silver platter for me as my cock and my lips feasted on her. My cock slid in her juices and her pussy folds were leaving wet marks against my skin. Her breathless moans were filling the room as the bus rocked on its chassis, boasting to the entire world who Delia now belonged to.
“Drake. Oh shit. This feels—you are—oh—oh please don’t stop.”
I released her hands and dropped to her lips. I captured them once again, tasting her sweet tongue against mine. Her legs wrapped around my hips as my legs spread out, my body slamming into hers. I could feel her jolting against me. I could feel her tits raking against my strong chest. Her hands were fingering my muscles, dancing around my biceps and tracing the outlines of the veins on my forearms.
Her soft touches sent shivers down my spine and I could feel my balls pulling into me.
“Come with me, Delia. Come around my cock.Fuck!”
I rolled deep into her body as she came apart underneath me. I felt her walls hold me in their vice grip, pulling me deeper into her as I pumped my load into her body. I held myself up off her , watching her face scrunch in pleasure as her jaw unhinged. I slid my tongue into her mouth, lapping at her sweetness as we swallowed one another’s groans.
I collapsed on top of her, cloaking her with my body as my cock stilled between her legs. I could feel our wetness running down my balls, our foreheads rested against each other as our lips parted.
Slowly, I rolled away from her and reached for my cell phone. I ordered us some breakfast from a place up the road and had it delivered to the bus. I watched Delia get up and reach for her towel, wrapping it around her body as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Was she embarrassed at being naked? Or embarrassed that she’d slept with me?
Either way, we didn’t have any time to dwell on it. We had to eat quickly and clean ourselves up before everyone got back to the bus. Delia was back to being her quiet and reserved self, typing away on her laptop and doing whatever bullshit she had to get done.
Delia climbed back into her bunk and I moved toward the fridge. I stooped low to grab a beer, ready to chug it back after the ten hours I’d just experienced with her. But as I rose up from the fridge and held the beer in my hands, I found my body craving something else.
Coffee.
My body wanted just coffee. With a little bit of milk and a spoonful of sugar.
Like I used to drink it.
CHAPTER 16
Delia
I couldn’t believe it. How the hell could I have been so stupid? My mother was rolling over in her grave right now, and my father would probably take me to confession if he knew about this. One rule. I had one rule going into college. I’d broken it. After being seduced and lured into Drake’s mesmerizing trap.
No sex before marriage. That was it. It wasn’t that hard, and I’d gotten through twenty-five years of my life without it. I did things myself, I relieved what I had to with my hands, and I went on about my business. No men, no dicks, no penetration. Shit, I’d never even dated just to deprive myself of the temptation.
Until Drake.
Despite my parents’ many issues, I had been raised Catholic and taught that sex should be saved for marriage only. My mother had pounded it into my head over and over again in the hopes of me avoiding the same mistakes she’d made. She didn’t want to see me pregnant and married to a man who had only proposed out of obligation.
At this point, I couldn’t even see Drake doing that if the worst were to happen. No, I needed to be much smarter than I had been. No matter how attracted I was to him, no matter how much I craved his body, I had to be smarter. Not to mention, he was my boss and our escapade was highly unprofessional and could get me fired on the spot.
I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. Every time I went into the bathroom, I kept my eyes averted so I couldn’t see my reflection. Every time I op
ened up my laptop, I shut my eyes until the screen came on. I avoided anything that could possibly reflect my picture as we traveled into New Orleans but having Drake on the bus as a reminder didn’t help.
“I told you, it was two cinnamon rolls,” I said.
“Bear claws are similar,” the concert coordinator said. “Don’t worry. They’ll make due.”
“No. They won’t make due. I called you twice to confirm this. This isn’t on my shoulders, and when Landon comes stomping out here because he sees bear claws instead of cinnamon rolls, you’ll be the one making the run.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Your band is way too demanding for this kind of stage. This concert isn’t a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Why don’t you turn around and say that to the man standing behind you?”
The concert coordinator turned around and came face to face with Drake. It had been hell trying to fix their blunders before the concert kicked off and Drake was pissed. His eyes were flaring with anger and his arms were crossed over his chest. He somehow seemed taller than normal, and the concert coordinator began trembling in his own boots.
“I believe the lady requested you fix some issues on your end,” Drake said.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Blackthorn. I’ll go see if I can track down some cinnamon rolls,” the man said.
“And while you’re at it, find your manners. If I’da talked to a woman that way, my momma would’ve slapped me stupid,” Drake said.
My eyes connected with Drake and I saw a shadow of a grin play on his cheeks. That was probably the worst part of all of this. Not the fact that I’d broken my promise to my mother or the fact that I had given my virginity to a man who didn’t give two shits about our encounter.
It was the fact that I wanted more. Damn it, I wanted so much more.
Once Landon got his cinnamon rolls, the concert was back on schedule. Hank and I were running around trying to put the last pieces in place and fix everything New Orleans was determined to screw up. I watched the show from the back this time instead of staying on the bus, and I was mesmerized by his stage presence. Drake really was a force to be reckoned with, and it made everything even more confusing.
He had hardly talked to me on the bus from Birmingham to New Orleans, which made me feel even worse. It pretty much solidified what I already figured; he had gotten what he wanted from me and that was it. I wasn’t going to be anything more than a one-night stand. And even though I knew it was for the best, it still hurt.
If he kept his distance, it would certainly make things easier. I had a job to get done, and I was only contracted to work with him through this tour. After that, I was on an on-call basis, whatever that was going to mean for me. And I hadn’t even started to try and help him get clean yet. I’d only tried to keep him away from his band buddies after the gigs, so he didn’t go get smashingly drunk.
I found myself tapping my foot to his music as I studied him on stage, his ass in those threadbare jeans and his arms twitching with excitement. He was a force to behold, just like he had been on the ranch, with sweat dripping down his brow and his shirt clinging to his chest.
I drew in a deep breath and tried to shake the memory of him from my mind.
“You ready to try and wrangle him?” Hank asked.
“The concert’s almost over, right?” I asked.
“Yep. Whatever you did last night to keep him at bay, it worked. See if you can try it again tonight to keep him sober.”
I clenched my jaw as I tried to keep the memories of his naked body at bay.
“What a fuckin’ show!” Landon, said as he came off stage
“I knew you’d nail it once you got those damn cinnamon rolls. How fucking hard is it to find cinnamon rolls?” Stone asked.
“Harder than you’d think when someone’s determined to be an ass,” Drake said.
“Hey, we’re goin’ to get a drink, then we’ll be back,” Landon said.
“Oh, hell yeah. A beer after that concert is just what I need,” Stone said.
“I’m right behind you guys,” Drake said.
“Actually, I need to talk with you for a second, Drake,” I said.
“Uh oh. Drake’s in trouble with his babysitter,” Landon said, with a grin.
“Come on. We’re headed to the French Quarter for a good damn time,” Stone said. “See ya there!”
“Right behind ya!” Drake said.
“We need to get you back to your room. The guys might be able to tolerate a night of drinking, but you’ve already had six beers on stage,” I said.
“So? I’ve drank twice that just to wake myself up,” he said.
“Well good for you. But you still have a tour to do and an interview to give tomorrow before we head out. You need to get some rest.”
“I think I’ll be just fine, Delia.”
“Drake, I’m trying to help you here, and do the job I was hired to do. Just get back on the bus. I’m headed there, too. So you won’t be alone. Just tell the guys you aren’t feeling it.”
“But I am,” he said, with a grin. “Unless you’re offerin’ me somethin’ better.”
“I’m not. I’m simply doing what’s best for your career. You need to be sober for this call-in interview with the radio station before we head out to the last tour date.”
“It’s just one drink. I’ll be fine.”
“One drink will lead to two, and two will dip into four, and soon you’re stumbling back onto the bus black-out drunk with some floozy on your hip.”
“That make you jealous?” he asked with a grin.
I shook my head and bit the inside of my cheek. He was acting like a petulant toddler. All he wanted to do was get a rise out of me, and it wasn’t going to work. “If you insist on going, then I insist on following. I’ll be the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever seen in your life. I’ll fuck up every drink order and block every hookup you try to make. Or you can come back to the bus and get a good night’s sleep. Your choice,” I said.
He stared at me for what seemed like an hour before giving me a curt nod. “Fine. We’ll do it your way.”
With that, he turned on his heel and stalked off. I followed behind, trying hard not to pump my fist in victory.
CHAPTER 17
Drake
The sun was threatening to crest the whole of New Orleans when I finally made it back to the bus. I didn’t know where the fuck Landon and Stone were, but I wasn’t feeling well. I leaned against the door and somehow managed to get it open, then I crawled my way into the bus. I reached my foot out and stumbled trying to shut the door when a groan caught my attention.
I pulled myself upright and saw Delia asleep on the table right where I’d left her the night before. I’d let her think she’d won that round, but once she fell asleep, I was gone. I met up with the guys on Bourbon Street and partied my ass off like I’d wanted to in the first place.
I leaned against the kitchen counter and studied her angelic form. The sun that began to rise over the landscape of New Orleans cast a wondrous glow along her skin. I wanted to lean in and kiss her. To lick my tongue all the way up her arm and capture her lips once she tried to complain about it. That woman was so damn cute when she was angry, with her red cheeks and her scrunched up nose. I’d piss her off just to watch it happen.
My head felt heavy and my stomach felt like it was on fire. I’d drank too much with the guys. Way too fucking much. Delia had been right. One drink wasn’t just ever one fucking drink.
Damn it. Why the hell was she right?
I stumbled back to my bedroom and passed out. I remembered kicking one of my boots off before sleep took me under. I dreamed of running around in the pasture with my father as Momma sat on the porch with Elsie. I dreamed about the times my father taught me how to repair the tractor Paul and I were now working on. I saw my mother, her face smiling as she cradled me in her arms. She always did that when I was sick.
She would probably do that now.
I saw Elsie lea
rning to read for the first time. My father being patient with her while Momma cooked red beans and rice in the kitchen. I dreamed of the smell of homemade biscuits and gravy and the blackberry pies my sister and I used to eat until I was sick to my stomach. I blinked and found myself under a tree, my head in my Momma’s lap as she ran her fingers through my hair.
“You see those stars?” my mother asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I do.”
“They’re big giant burning balls of gas, baby. Billions and billions of miles away.”
“No they’re not,” I said, with a giggle. “They’re the eyes of angels winking at us.”
“You know what? I think I like that story better.”
“It’s not a story, Momma. It’s true. My Sunday School teacher taught me that.”
“Oh she did, did she?” she asked. “Well, I guess I’ll have to consult her on all things involving space from now on.”
“Billions and billions of miles, Momma?”
“And billions, Drake.”
“Drake.”
“Drake.”
“Drake!”
My momma’s voice morphed into Delia’s and it shocked me awake. There was a bright light shining down on me. One that hurt my eyes and did nothing to warm my skin. I heard Delia calling my name as I turned my head, trying to see where she was. There was a strange man sitting next to me. Dressed in something I couldn’t recognize because the fucking light was too damn bright.
“Can someone turn down the sun?” I asked.
“Drake! Drake, you’re awake. Can you hear me? It’s Delia.”
“What the fuck were you thinking, letting him go off like that?”
Hank.
That was Hank’s voice.
He sounded angry.
Why did he sound angry?
“I didn’t! He came back to the bus with me, but he must have snuck out after I fell asleep,” Delia said.
“Well then you shouldn’t have fallen asleep! I hired you for one fucking purpose, and look where he is now,” Hank said.
“Short of pumping myself full of caffeine that would have been nearly impossible. I thought he was really going to stay put. How was I to know he’d sneak off like a dumb teenager?”
