“I think I have what I need,” Celia said. “I’ll make it good for both of you. I hope nobody drives you too crazy, Candice.”
“If I can handle Dex, I can handle anything,” I said.
Like someone was feeding me lines.
“She’s the fucking greatest,” Dex said.
“She’s something,” Celia said. “I’d lose my mind if I came home to my fiancé had strippers in our pool.”
I smiled.
“What else do you have, Celia?” Dex asked.
“New music?”
“Writing songs every single day,” Dex said. “New single will be out soon.”
“Shows?”
“Tour is done but we’re working on a few local things. You never know what could pop up.”
“Perfect,” Celia said. “Now… I have to ask just to clear the air and say I did so… besides the personal legal issues… there’s been rumblings about the long lost sixth member…”
“Get out,” Dex said. His face dropped. “Get the fuck out of my house right now.”
“Dex,” I said.
I reached for his hand and he swatted me away.
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and chugged again.
Then he pointed with the bottle. “I said get the fuck out of here, Celia.”
She stood up and nodded. “Got it.”
“Wait a second,” I said. “This is crazy.”
“It’s okay,” Celia said. She looked nervous. “I’ll show myself out.”
“Stay the fuck away from us,” Dex said. “I swear on my life… you ever say that again and… just fuck off.”
Celia hurried toward the house.
I stood there and looked around.
“Dex?” I asked.
He drank more whiskey and then slammed the bottle to the ground.
It shattered and I jumped.
He looked at me and shook his head.
“What was that?” I asked.
He pointed at me. “Nothing. Don’t ask.”
“I thought I was your fiancée,” I said.
“Some things aren’t allowed,” he said.
Dex walked from behind the bar and away.
He ran his hands through his hair and stood at the edge of the pool.
I touched the glass of whiskey and debated my next move.
The rock star had emotion. Real emotion. Like he was an actual human.
I looked down at the whiskey and sighed.
“Here we go,” I whispered.
I put the glass to my lips and drank it all in one shot.
* * *
“Dex.”
“Not now, sweetie.”
“Dex.”
“Don’t fucking say a word,” he growled.
He wouldn’t turn around and look at me.
I had this sudden urge to lift my shirt. Because he wasn’t going to turn around. Then I could tease him and say I…
What are you doing, Candice?
The whiskey made my mind feel things.
I shook my head.
“Dex,” I said again in a deep voice.
“I’m not fucking joking,” he said.
“Neither am I,” I said.
I slammed my hands to his back and watched him stumble forward into the pool.
He kicked and punched at the air like he could stop himself from hitting the water.
I covered my mouth when I realized what I had done.
Dex went into the water and jumped up. He dove for the side of the pool and climbed out in two seconds.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled at me.
I swung my hand and slapped him across the face. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Strippers? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not some cheap fucking whore, Dex.”
“They’re friends,” he said.
“They were naked!”
“They weren’t naked,” he said. “They were wearing bottoms.”
“That’s naked!” I screamed. “And then the other ones…”
I looked at the hot tub.
“It was a test,” he said.
My eyes locked onto his.
God his eyes are so dark and mysterious and gorgeous…
It was the whiskey talking.
Water dripping from his hair, his nose, his chin, his shirt clinging tightly to his perfect body.
Him getting soaked was punishment to myself.
Fuck.
“Strippers,” I growled. “No.”
“Part of the life, sweetie.”
“Not part of the engagement.”
“Tough.”
“Tough?” I asked. I held up my left hand. “Tough on you. I’ll take this ring off and tell everyone the truth.”
Dex stepped toward me. “Try me. Then you’ll become part of a bigger scandal. You’re mine now, Candice. Don’t be so jealous. Bethany and Ana are old friends. That’s all. And they sure as fuck took to you. Why not have a little fun in life?”
I swung my hand again and he stopped me.
He pulled me toward him, his wet clothes touching my dry clothes.
“I fucking hate you, Dex,” I said. “You could have told me they were here. I didn’t know what to do.”
“You did perfect. Fucking driving me crazy the entire time.”
“Strippers though?”
“Quit being jealous, sweetie.”
I pushed away from him and walked back to the bar.
Dex followed me.
I grabbed my empty whiskey glass and spun around.
“Fill this up,” I ordered Dex.
He grabbed the glass out of my hand and threw it.
A couple seconds later it hit the ground and shattered.
His hands touched my face and he kissed me.
I pulled away.
He lowered his hands to my sides and pulled me against him.
“Don’t get me wet,” I said.
“Too late, sweetie,” he said.
The whiskey in my head trickled down to my face. And that whiskey then trickled down to my…
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Dex kissed me again.
He was fast, hot, wild, and in a way, he was exactly what I needed in my life right then. Fuck the engagement thing. Fuck his legal issues. Fuck my situation with Trent.
This was about the moment and the need in that moment.
His hands slid around to my ass and he picked me up as he kissed me.
He walked me so I bumped into the bar and he drove himself against me hard.
And everything was hard.
His lips traveled from my lips to my neck without kissing me.
I looked around.
We were outside.
Right in the open.
Well, not in the open but… you know… outside…
“Fuck, sweetie,” he growled against my neck. “We’re crossing the line right now.”
“I know, Dex,” I said.
He lifted his gaze to my eyes.
There were a few seconds of me taking deep breaths.
Then I turned around.
I looked at the wall of booze behind his bar.
His body touched mine.
His wet clothes from me pushing him into the pool started to soak me.
But I was already wet… and he knew it…
I bit my lips as his hands touched my hips.
I looked down and watched as his hands moved toward the button on my jeans. His rock star fingers… the rings… tearing at my jeans with force.
His left hand sliding under my shirt and moving up, a rock star’s hand spreading his fingers wide against my stomach.
I didn’t have time to attempt to catch my breath because his right hand slipped down the front of my panties.
My legs shivered and toes curled as his middle finger was like a fucking missile. And the target was my clit. The tip of his finger hooked against my body and I drove my hips forward, groaning, forgetting I was outside.
I grabbed the edg
e of the bar and pushed myself back against him.
The pool water seeped through the second I jumped away.
But Dex’s grip…
“Ohgod,” I managed to say before losing all words.
He added another finger to the fun and pulled at my body, sending my core into a threatening spasm. I felt like I was going to explode.
And Dex suddenly let up.
He knew what he was doing and that he was in control.
Fuck… fuck… fuck…
He moved his hand down to my inner thigh, his fingers shooting out of the side of my panties. Gripping my thigh so I’d jump at the tickling, pleasurable feeling attacking me.
His left hand decided to move up, sliding over my bra. Before I could say a word, his fingers curled and pulled, exposing my left breast. Still under my shirt though. But…
Each of his fingertips took their turn sliding along my nipple, making me jump, shiver, tighten…
“Ahhhh,” was all that came out.
Dex’s right hand moved back up and between my legs. Two fingers against my tender slit, knowing I was more than ready for him. And not just his rock star fingers either.
He pressed and teased, making circles against me, leaving me bending my legs, begging for him to take me.
With his other hand at my breast, he made a fist and I watched the large bulge from inside the top of my shirt move.
And then I felt the metal of his rings against my nipple.
I put my head back and gasped for a breath.
Every muscle in me tightened in fear of pain but there was none.
Dex had a masterful way of moving…
Each metal ring touching me…
I turned my head and he plunged his fingers into my body.
My head collapsed back to his wet shirt, against his hard chest.
I shut my eyes and felt my body moving with his touch.
His left hand kneading my breast, sending signals between my legs screaming Look! Someone knows what to do up here! as his fingers moved, twisting and turning, flirting with my clit long enough to make me groan.
Leaving me on the edge, ready to beg him to just finish me off.
Please, Dex, fucking please… just…
He brushed his lips on my neck and when he nibbled at my skin, I reached the edge of the cliff. My hips jerked forward and slammed back against his body.
Dex grunted and put his lips to my ear. “That’s a good fiancée… now let it all go, sweetie. Give me what I’ve been craving since the second I saw you.”
I whimpered and an explosion of fireworks went off in my stomach.
I didn’t know what to do with my hands so I just reached for the bar again.
As I held tight, my body let go.
The warm rushes of pleasure went through my entire body.
And Dex played a deadly game with his fingers. Taking long strokes, curling his fingers, sliding up to my clit, then back down. Slowing by the second too… fucking guiding me from pleasure to reality…
When his left hand released its hold on my breast, he flickered his middle finger to my nipple for one last little bit of teasing fun.
He moved away from me and spun me around.
I couldn’t stand straight.
I reached back for the bar and leaned against it.
My shirt was a mess.
My breast still hanging from my bra under my shirt.
My jeans undone.
And this fucking crazy, hot rock star staring at me.
Without a word, Dex put his two fingers that were inside me to his lips and kissed them.
My face burned red hot.
He’s filthy…
Then Dex licked his lips and nodded. “It’s the life, sweetie. Booze, drugs, naked women. All around. All the time.” He licked his lips again. “But as long as I get my fill where I want it, there’s nothing to worry about.”
I couldn’t stop blinking.
I didn’t know what to say.
Or do.
So I didn’t move.
Dex closed in on me.
His lips touched my cheek and I shut my eyes.
“I need to go get changed, sweetie,” he said. “Because some wild, beautiful woman tossed me into the pool.”
Dex walked away.
It took me a few breaths to finally move on my own.
I looked around.
Then I looked down at myself.
How far was I going to go with Dex and this crazy thing?
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Dex
Celia’s story was fucking perfect.
Between that and the video the guys posted with me on the table taking Candice’s hand, we were in full swing.
I opened the door to the cafe and saw my fiancée behind the counter.
She had papers spread apart and didn’t realize I had walked in.
When I got to the counter, I scooped up the papers and took them.
“Dex!” Candice yelled. “What the fuck?”
“What is this?” I asked.
“My job.”
“Paperwork?”
“Ordering. Inventory. A real job…”
“You sure about that?”
“Wow,” she said. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Candice!” a voice yelled.
Gregor rushed from the back with a nasty look on his face.
Up until he saw me.
Then he calmed right down.
“Dex! What’s up, man?”
“I need to steal her,” I said. “You know we’re engaged, right?”
“Yeah,” Gregor said. “Blew my mind away. Can’t believe you kept it a secret.”
“So let’s talk for a second,” I said. “Come here, my man.”
I waved Gregor around the counter and put my arm around him.
“This is so cool,” he said.
“Yeah it is,” I said. I slammed the papers off his chest. “You own the place, right?”
Gregor nodded.
Everything about him was fake. Pretty rich boy fake.
“Well, you don’t own it, I bet. Your parents do. This is your puppy.”
“Okay…”
“She’s not doing this anymore, man,” I said. “Paperwork? You paying her for this?”
“Dex…”
“Gregor,” I said. I turned and pushed the papers to his chest and drove him back against the wall.
“Dex!” Candice yelled.
“We’re just talking,” I said. Behind me I heard the door open and knew it was the rest of the band. “Right, Gregor? Just talking?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“My boys are here,” I said. “You like Filthy Line, right?”
“Fuck yeah, man. You guys are the best. Like… ever…”
“Front row. Next show. Got it?”
“For me?”
“Of course,” I said. “You’re a reasonable guy. And I know you wouldn’t take advantage of my fiancée. By making her do this shit work when she’s not getting paid for it.”
Gregor took the papers and nodded. “Right. Yeah. It’s cool. She just… she likes it, you know? Reminds her of her own business. I’m just helping out.”
I looked at Candice.
Your own business?
“Gregor, move along,” I said as I shoved him.
“Hey, where the fuck is Toby?” Reed asked.
“I thought we were meeting here,” Jay said.
“Can we just do this at The Down?” Sab asked.
“Dex,” Nash said.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of Candice.
Gregor said something to her and she walked around the counter.
She closed in on me and I opened my arms for a hug.
The door opened once again and I heard Toby’s voice.
“This is working out perfect, guys,” Toby said. “I have all the faith…”
“Come to kiss me, sweetie?” I asked Candice.
She swung and slapped me across the face.
* * *
“Don’t fucking do that,” she yelled at me. “Ever. This is my job. Don’t act like some fucking macho guy. I can handle myself, Dex.”
“Working out perfect?” Barry asked.
I rubbed my cheek and nodded to Toby and the lawyers.
“We’re happy to be together,” I said.
Candice took off her apron and balled it up. “I got the rest of the day off.”
“Perfect,” Dex said. “Come hang then. After this shit meeting, we’re setting up for a show.”
“Tonight?” Candice asked.
“A surprise gig,” Nash said. “We’re going to play the new song.”
“Fucking social media,” Jay said.
“Right?” Sab said. “One second you’re fucking a pineapple and the next you’re playing a show.”
“I swear on my life if you assholes do anything with a pineapple tonight I will leave the band,” Jay said.
“Go solo,” Reed said.
Nash snapped his fingers. “Jay and the Pineapples… one night only…”
I laughed. “Small hole, big sound…”
“Can we cut it with the fruit fucking for a second?” Toby asked.
“Ah, party pooper is here,” Sab said. “I love talking fruit fucking.”
“Then go fuck something yourself,” Jay said. “Get one of those little oranges and stick it up your ass.”
“Sorry you have to hear this, sweetie,” I said to Candice.
“If I do that, I’ll just bend over and shoot it at you, Jay,” Sab said.
Sab turned and bent over and grabbed his ass.
I looked at the lawyers and shook my head. “And you’re all so worried about me, right?”
“Maybe not so much anymore,” Franklin said.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“The story is helping your case,” he said.
“There’s sympathy for you,” Toby said. “How or why, I don’t know.”
“It’s Candice,” Reed said. “Look at her. She’s delicious.”
“Hey,” I said, pointing to Reed. “Dick in your pants and eyes somewhere else.”
“Oh, protective of his fiancée,” Jay said.
“Fake fiancée,” Sab said. “She’s still up for grabs when this thing is done.”
“Why don’t you all go shove some watermelons up your ass?” Candice asked. “When is this done… soon?”
“Not yet,” Franklin said. “The plan is to keep SLECK happy first, of course. And then we make the legal shit go away. Or calm down. Or fade. You know, rock star level status.”
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