by Alyson Hale
“Sorry I’m late.” The words come out in a breathy rush. I can’t help but lose my breath around him. If tonight goes well, Damien will be the hottest and most famous guy I’ve ever been with. It will be the ultimate achievement, and then I can focus on chasing something else.
Ignoring the others, including Busty Blonde Bitch, Damien extends his arm to me, and I take it. We gain access to the club without even having to show IDs. A giggle bubbles up in my chest as I scan the line full of jealous women eyeballing me. This is not real life.
Once we’re inside, we head straight to the roped-off VIP section I’ve always envied but never been able to score an invitation to. Guys never wanted to take me up there for foreplay, they always wanted to head straight to the bathroom or a hotel to do the deed. As soon as I told them I only wanted sex, all bets were off. It’s what every guy wants to hear; no commitment required, just a good time. I’m the ultimate dream woman, and yet I’m no man’s dream woman.
Not wasting any time, Damien finds a lush sofa and pulls me down into his lap. A server comes around to take our drink orders.
“Just a nice cabernet for me, please,” I request, and the thin brunette nods slightly. I don’t want to get wasted tonight. Since this is the only sex I ever want to remember having, I need to be sober.
The guys order a bottle of whiskey and bourbon…each. Eddie and the other guy cackle to each other in a corner, drawing my attention for only a moment to see what they’re laughing about. Before I can discern anything, I feel a hard, calloused hand come up to cup my jaw. Damien turns my head and looks straight into my eyes, his bright silver orbs almost drilling down into my soul.
“You will not look at any man other than me tonight. Clear?”
I feel the first real smile since the incident take over my face. Relief, desire, desperation…everything I’m feeling comes flooding out at once.
He swoops in to connect his lips with mine, and I let the feeling crash over me that took control in the peach orchard. There’s something richly intoxicating about this incredibly handsome man’s mouth. He tastes like he’s already had some whiskey and cigarettes today, but I don’t even care. His harsh flavor is exactly what turns me on about him. He’s crass, possessive, and sinful. I love it. I can’t get enough.
I swing one leg across his lap to straddle him, commanding his attention one hundred percent. His hands run down my sides to my big heart-shaped ass, and he grips it hard. We only pause to take drinks when they come out, and after my sip of wine, I let myself have a little bit of bourbon. There’s no possible chance of this man taking advantage of me tonight, because I want him to do everything. No question about it.
While I’m kissing and climbing back up on him again, I hear a throat clear, and Damien looks up over my head. He pulls back from the kiss and grins. I turn around, ready to claw at the woman who took his attention off of me.
To my surprise and immense relief, it’s Jace and Kyri standing behind us.
“Well, well. Did you get bored of each other already?” Damien teases them.
“No, Demon. You fuckers stole our spot.” With a motion of his hand, Jace gets Damien to move over. Hearing Damien’s frustrated groan, I giggle, letting him pull me into his lap and swoop me into his kiss again.
My head clouds, and I forget about everything for a few blissful seconds. Then fear coils in my stomach again when I feel his monster of a cock growing underneath me.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of a giant cock. Normally I’d be excited. But this is just another reminder of the pressure I put on this night. We’re going to a hotel tonight, or if things go really well, we might not even get that far…
Oh, God.
Kyri stands up beside me, and I take the opportunity to break free of Damien and stand up with her. I need a few minutes to clear my head. Dancing is just the distraction I need.
“Hey, you wanna go dance, pretty girl?” I waggle my eyebrows at my best friend, and she laughs.
“Sure.”
I follow her out to the dance floor and once we’re under the lights, on full display, I put on a show for Damien, twerking my ass off. Glancing over my shoulder, I check on him, half-expecting him not to be looking, but he is tuned in on me and clearly eating up every second. My heart pounds in my chest again, the fearful thoughts still eating away at me. Yet at the same time, I have a feeling in my gut that everything’s going to be okay. I decide to listen to my gut instead of my frazzled nerves.
“I’m going to get another drink,” I tell Kyri. One more drink, and I should be ready to do this. “You want anything?”
“Nah, honey, I’m good.” We giggle at the song reference.
I make my way over to the bar, weaving through the crowd of thrusting bodies as a DeadMau5 song comes on. When I approach the bartender, a well-kept, tall man in a collared black shirt, he gives me a once-over, grins, and pours me my favorite: a gin and tonic.
“On the house, darlin’,” he says with a wink. Travis has been trying to get under my skirt ever since I started coming to this club. Sadly for him, he’s just not my type. I like them a little rougher around the edges with a beard. Still, I’ll flirt till the cows come home if it means free drinks.
“Thanks, boo.” I blow a kiss in his direction and take my drink. Then I hear commotion on the dance floor and turn around.
Kyri is not too far away from me, and a tall, ripped, bald bastard is hitting on her. She’s trying to push him away, but he’s drunk and isn’t taking “no” for an answer. As I recognize the panic in her eyes, my heart starts racing again. The memories come back in a flood. Gasping for breath, I hurry over to the VIP section, needing to be near Damien. I don’t know why; I shouldn’t feel safe with him, but he’s built like a damn Viking and doesn’t seem to be bent on hurting me. That could work to my advantage.
As soon as I’m safe on the sofa again, I look over at Kyri to make sure she’s all right. My stomach jumps at the sight of the bald man in a headlock. Jace has him bent over and straining for breath. He says something to the douchebag and then spits on his head, letting him go. The man staggers over to the bar, red-faced and panting. I grin at Kyri, but she doesn’t see me. All her attention is focused on her hero, just as it should be.
The alcohol I’ve been drinking loosens me up, and I don’t realize I’m saying the words out loud:
“Damn…I wish I had someone who would do that for me.”
As soon as I hear the words come out of my mouth, I feel my cheeks flush. My embarrassed gaze darts to Damien, who’s looking at me. Shit. He heard me.
Leaning down until he’s only inches from my face, Damien looks me squarely in the eyes with his brows drawn down in utter sobriety.
“If some fucker tried to lay his hands on you, I’d be on my way to prison right now. He wouldn’t be walking after I was through with him. Jace is much more merciful than me.”
My mouth drops open, and Damien’s gaze drops to my lips. He licks his own. If I had panties on right now, they’d be soaked through.
My gut was right, and this particular rock star’s about to get insanely lucky tonight.
Chapter 6
Damien
I must be drunker than I thought, because I meant every word.
Jealous rage poured through my veins every time her gaze wandered to another man tonight. Generally, I’m a possessive bastard when it comes to women I plan to fuck, but it’s never been like this. This time I really would kill to keep her by my side.
Alexandrea Ward is mine. No one else is permitted to touch her, least of all some dirty bastard trying to force himself on women. I may not agree with Jace on many things—or perhaps I agree with him on too many things, and that’s why we don’t get along—but we do agree that the type of man that just had his hands on Kyri is the lowest form of scum. Forcing a woman, especially when she’s drunk and vulnerable, is the most desperate, pathetic thing a man could do. Even with all my wicked games in the bedroom, I always make sure the wo
man likes it. Things are more enjoyable when both parties are pleasured and satisfied. Every man worth his shit knows that.
Alexandrea leans into me, and I can no longer resist her, devouring her lips like a starved man. I pull her back onto my lap and feel the raw heat emanating from her core. She’s moist, hot, and ready for me. It draws a growl out of my inner beast.
Inching my way up her leg, I tease her with my rough fingers. Her skin is soft and warm and gives underneath mine. When I’m centimeters from her entrance, I feel her juices trickling down her leg.
“Fuck,” I groan into her lips. “You’re ready for me, yeah?”
“I’m ready to fuck you up,” my ebony goddess hisses against my teeth. I chuckle, thinking she couldn’t be more perfect. She’s going to need plenty of natural lubricant for the myriad of naughty things I’m planning to do to her tonight.
There’s no chance she could ever fuck me up, though. I’m already the most fucked up of them all.
Discreetly, I rub a straight line down from her tight bud of a clit to her heated walls. I shove in two fingers first, feeling her out, and then I shove in a third. She doesn’t even wince. Her skin is soft and flexible, yet snug. Three fingers stretch her nearly to the breaking point. She trembles in my hold as I pull them in and out, slowly, torturing her. The naughtiness of what we’re doing in public, in plain view, gets my fucking motor roaring. We’re not supposed to be doing this, and that’s what makes it feel so good.
She leans into me, shielding me from view, as I unzip my trousers. I keep my fingers moving as my cock breaks free of its fabric cage. Alex lets out a soft giggle when my cock springs up and hits her in the stomach. I pull out my hand, bringing my fingers to her lips. She tastes herself on me, looking me straight in the eyes and moaning at her own delicious taste. I pull my fingers out of her mouth and put them in my own, savoring her sweet flavor as I maneuver myself and plunge deep into her waiting warmth.
In the darkness and commotion around us, no one even notices us as I pull in and out of her fragrant cunt. Her honeysuckle taste lingers in my mouth as she presses her lips back down to mine. Our tongues meld around each other, and we subtly rock our hips in perfect rhythm. Sensations rip at my insides as I feel her walls clamp around me. She’s so turned on, which turns me on even more.
A masculine voice makes me freeze like an ice sculpture.
“We’re leaving.”
I look around Alexandrea to see Jace and Kyri standing outside the rope, looking straight at us. They don’t look as shocked as they should be, seeing us fucking shamelessly in front of everyone. Alexandrea’s incredible arse must be hiding us well. I wave at them, and they take the hint.
“Bye, Alex,” Kyri calls out as they turn around to leave.
“Bye!” Alexandrea doesn’t even look over her shoulder. She just leans into my forehead, laughing quietly. The vibrations caused by her laughter bring my cock to attention again, but somehow the magic is gone. “That was awkward.”
“Yeah, a bit. You wanna get out of here?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She kisses me again, grinding down onto my cock one last glorious time before pulling free and yanking her dress down. I zip my trousers, using my waistband to hide my boner. I gather the two bottles of liquor we’re working on and wave to Eddie, who flashes the “rock on” gesture at me, smirking. He must have seen our scramble and known what we were up to. My brother has seen this sort of behavior from me scores of times on the road…however, this time is different. It’s going to happen again and again. I can feel it, and I don’t even care about my rules. I want to get addicted to her.
I guide a half-drunk Alexandrea out of the club, my arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders. Glancing around, I watch for the wanker who tried to force himself on Kyri, but he’s nowhere to be found. Perhaps Jace scared him off. Good fucking riddance. Alexandrea leans into me, her warmth filling me with an inexplicable emotion. Comfort? Companionship?
Whatever the fuck this new feeling is, I hate myself for liking it.
Chapter 7
Alex
Damien holds me up as we walk to the nearest hotel, a giant skyscraper-like building with dozens of glittering windows. Alcohol usually doesn’t hit me this hard, but I took a Xanax before leaving and now the drug and alcohol are mixing in my system. I feel so relaxed my knees won’t straighten out. It’s embarrassing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I know men…their minds are only ever on one thing.
We check in at the front desk and stagger over to the elevator, me falling all over him and him chuckling deeply as he holds me up. The sense of safety still permeates my being, loosening me up in his presence. For once, I don’t feel afraid. I’m not thinking of anything except this man and his gorgeous eyes, his swollen, juicy cock, and how he’s going to sound groaning my full name as he comes.
When we get to the room we’ve reserved for the night, Damien scoops me up in his arms and carries me in after unlocking the door with a little white plastic card. I watch with my lower lip clenched between my teeth as he hangs the “do not disturb” sign on the outer knob, then closes and locks the door securely. Growling, he turns around to face me again, and his silver gaze pierces through my dress.
“I need to see you…all of you.” He picks me up again, easily, and throws me on the bed. I giggle as he pulls his black shirt off his muscular upper body, then the sound dies in my throat, because there’s nothing funny about the sheer perfection that is Damien Turner.
His muscles are rounded and hard, and his skin is a creamy tan color. Eight beautiful mountains rise up from his abdomen. Two V-shaped valleys cut through his skin, leading right down to what I already know is the perfect peak. Seeing his strong shoulders, I now know how he was able to carry me so easily. I must have felt like a doll in his arms.
The only surprise I’m able to register through my intense need to drool all over him is that there’s not a drop of ink on his body.
“No tattoos?”
Damien holds his hands out flat in front of him, gesturing to the specimen of manhood I just beheld. “Why taint this gorgeous work of art?”
I laugh at his arrogance. It’s somehow endearing.
“No ink will ever taint this skin unless it can wash off. I don’t do ‘permanent’ anything.”
Something about that confession causes me searing pain. I almost reach up to clutch my chest. Nothing in his life is permanent, just like me. I know how that feels.
The pain drives the need even deeper inside my core. I need to feel him. But most of all, tonight, I need to be in control.
It takes all the strength I can muster, but I pull myself upright. Sitting up on the bed, I hold his gaze, giving him my best come-here-and-fuck-me look. Slowly, I pull my dress down past my curves, revealing my whole body. I can almost see the saliva pooling in his mouth as my giant, one hundred percent real breasts swing free above the bodice of my dress. Instantly, as if compelled by a witch’s spell, he lunges for one, sucking my nipple into his mouth and biting it hard. A scream breaks past my lips.
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m going to make you scream all night,” he mumbles between my breasts, licking his way to the other one. My nipples stand at attention, just like the long rod in his pants. Unable to wait any longer, I reach for his belt and unfasten it, then unbutton and unzip his jeans, pulling them down just enough to reach my hand inside his boxers. Wrapping my hand around his huge shaft, I tease him by pulling my fingers up and down his length. He groans against my chest, rumbling through every nerve in my body. Chills roll through me and make my every hair stand on end.
I’ve never felt this turned on by a man. Not even the first time I had sex with my first boytoy in high school. This raw, carnal attraction between us has me craving more as if I’m on E, but I’m not. I don’t need anything racing through my system to want this man. His pure sexuality is enough.
Turning around, I knock Damien down to the bed, taking advantage of his being off-guard. His silver ey
es grow wide as he watches me open my clutch and bring out a pair of silver handcuffs.
Climbing on top of his body, I straddle his cock and command his full attention. “If you want to be mine tonight, you’re going to abide by my terms. Are we clear?”
A sly grin plays at his lips. I can tell he’s never been with a woman who wants to take the lead before, and feeling his cock harden impossibly more underneath me, it’s obvious he likes it. “Deal.”
One by one, I cuff his wrists around the bedpost, thankful we’re in a hotel room that has them. Cuffing him to the bed is not only a fun game to play in the bedroom, but it’s a form of insurance for me. No matter what we do tonight, I’m calling the shots. He’s helpless beneath me, and somehow that turns my crank more than I ever thought possible.
As soon as his gorgeous arms are stilled, I lick down the length of them, tasting him all the way to his boulder-like shoulders. I love a man with strong arms, and his are the biggest of any man I’ve ever been with. In fact, every part of him is the biggest. It’s firm in my mind now; this is the last boytoy I want to remember. If he never wants this again after I’m through with him, that’s fine by me, because this is my final conquest. After I plant this flag, I’ve conquered the mountain and I can finally move on and forget about my past forever.
I dig my teeth into his shoulder, biting him until it almost breaks the skin. Damien growls in my ear. I lick over the sore spot to soothe it. Then I take his delicious lips in mine for only a moment before moving my body over his mouth.
Spreading my legs, I position my pussy right over his lips. His growl of desire lets out a surge of heat against my sensitive skin and serves as his consent. I sit on his face, and he immediately goes to town on me, lapping up my juices like a thirsty dog. I’m supposed to be the one in control here, but I have to grip the bedpost to keep from falling on top of him. This tongue of his has to be magic.
