“Blake,” I start but then groan. My head falls back to his shoulder as his expert fingers drag down my slit before parting my lips and flicking my clit.
“Yes, Baby Girl?” he prompts cockily.
“We need to get back.” I murmur, even as I part my legs and make no move to pull away.
He chuckles darkly and licks my ear before biting the lobe. “We will, but you have been driving me crazy all night in this tiny little bikini, those breasts almost spilling free, your hard nipples pebbling the material, this thick, perky ass begging for my cock and teeth.” He groans, grinding his cock into my ass as I whimper. He pinches my clit, making me jerk in his hands with a cry before his fingers suddenly pull free. I’m spun and pushed into the wall as he drops to his knees, those dark eyes rolling up to me as the water sprays down on him.
He grins and yanks down my bottoms, tossing them away and lifting my foot, placing it on his shoulder as he stares at my pussy. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He moans and then attacks me. This is fast and hard, unlike Kingston’s tender ministrations the other night.
Blake’s fingers push inside me without warning, stretching me so suddenly it almost hurts, but his tongue lashes my clit, taking the sting sway.
“Fuck.” I reach down and tangle my hand in his hair as I push my pussy against his face, riding it as he fucks me with his fingers, fast and hard, before curling them and dragging them along my nerves. All the while, he continues sucking and licking my clit, and when he bites down on it, he sends me tumbling over the edge so abruptly, I almost fall. The pleasure slams through me so quickly, I nearly scream. He holds me up though, and his fingers pull free as I slump against the wall, my head spinning and body thrumming in pleasure.
I’m turned and shoved to the wall, his hand wrapping around my throat and pinning me there as he kicks my legs apart. I hear a rustle as I pant, my face pressed to the wet tile. “Blake,” I whine, but then he’s there, his heat against my back, his bare cock pressing against my ass.
“Yes, Baby Girl?” he answers as he yanks my hips back and drags his cock along my pussy, wetting it with my dripping cream. “You want to get back, right? Then we better be quick. Hold on, Baby Girl, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.”
Shit, my eyes almost cross as my pussy clenches in anticipation.
His cock bumps my clit again and again, until I’m pushing back, trying to impale myself. With a snarl, he presses against my entrance and slams inside, making me cry out. But he gives me no time to adjust, oh no, he pulls out and pounds back in, forcing his big cock through my tightness, fucking me hard and fast like he promised. His thrusts slam me into the wall, his hand tightening on my throat as he holds me in place.
I’m helpless to do anything but push back and take his cock. He snarls, hammering into me, and each stroke of his cock drags along those nerves that have me drenched unashamedly. My next release builds, pulling from my very toes through all my nerves. I can feel it, almost taste it. It shouldn’t be possible for him to make me come so quickly, but with a twist of his hips, he sends me spiralling over the edge with a scream. He follows with a grunt, his cock jerking inside me and filling me with his release.
My eyes are sealed shut, and my breathing is ragged as I lean against the wall, his hand keeping me up. Blake presses closer, just holding me there, and I feel the slamming of his heart as he kisses along my skin. “Fuck, Baby Girl.”
“Shit, that was hot.” I laugh. “I love you, you crazy bastard.”
He chuckles, nipping at my skin. “I love you too.”
“Hurry up in there, you two.” Damon bangs on the door, jolting us apart. He chuckles, kisses my shoulder, and steps back, leaving me there, shaking with aftershocks. I spin to see him yanking up his shorts as I watch, limp against the wall.
“Get dressed, Baby Girl. I’ll watch the door,” he offers, and then he disappears, leaving me wide-eyed and confused as hell.
Jesus. We should have a pool party more often.
Since the pool party, the guys have been much more relaxed, and it’s shown in their dancing. They just seem to be enjoying the shows much more, their smiles wide, and it’s infectious, even the crew seems happier. Well, everyone except for Emmett. It’s been a week since we had our chat at the pool, and although he hasn’t said anything, there’s still a barrier between us. The guys have noticed it too and are starting to act differently towards him, even though I’ve asked them not to. I don’t think they realise they’re doing it, and they would never purposely exclude Emmett, but he’s not helping himself.
I hate it.
Every time I see him, I hear his words again, and all I can think is that it’s my fault. He told me not to blame myself, but I do. As the rift grows between them, so does the crack in my heart, knowing it’s because of me. The only positive thing to come from this is that Emmett and Kathy appear to have gotten pretty close, so at least he has her for company when I’m with the guys.
“Everyone’s in their seats, Gabby, we’re ready to go,” Kathy calls, pulling my attention from my iPad as I look at the smiling woman.
“Great, thank you,” I reply, tucking the device and my clipboard under my arm as Kathy turns to tell the lighting guys to lower the house lights. She’s been a godsend since Mark died, taking on a bunch of my jobs without me even having to ask, so I can pick up the additional duties while we wait for the board to send us a new official stage manager.
The next ten minutes are always busy, making sure everyone is in the correct place and knows what they’re doing, but I love it since it’s the part where all of the separate pieces come together. The lighting, music, props, costumes, backstage work, admin work—it all comes down to this as the lights go down and the audience holds their breath in anticipation. When the lights come back up and the guys are on stage, the music starts and the spectators cheer, and that’s when I know I’ve done my job right.
Music pulses through the speakers, and I smile from the wings, watching the guys, who are already in full swing in their first routine. Moving farther into the backstage area, I pull out my iPad, flicking through my emails to check that there’s nothing urgent I need to deal with. At this point in the show, there’s nothing I’m required to do. I just need to be around in case anything comes up. The crew knows what they’re doing.
Seeing an email from the police, my heart stammers in my chest and I open it with trepidation. I should probably wait for the guys to be around for emotional support, but now that I’ve seen it, I can’t stop myself. Rationally, I know they would have come to see me if it was anything important, and as I read it, I see that I’m right. Disappointment fills me. It’s just an update basically telling me that they’re no further with their enquiries. Frustrated, I put the iPad away and make my way over to the sound booth where Kathy is standing, watching the stage where Emmett is currently stripping off his shirt.
“Everything running smoothly?” I keep my voice quiet so as not to disturb the guys working at the sound booth, but I still manage to startle Kathy.
Spinning around, she looks at me with wide eyes. “What?” She blushes, looking between me and Emmett. Raising my eyebrows, I wait for her reply. Is there something more going on here than friendship? “Oh, sorry. Yeah, everything’s going well.” She finally pulls herself together, her cheeks still flushed. Looking me over, she frowns. “Are you okay?”