I slip two fingers into her and she crumples forward with a long, low moan.
“You’re soaked, darlin’. My naughty girl likes her punishment a little too much.”
“Yes,” she cries as I find her clit, rubbing it with my thumb while I continue to pump in and out of her.
“Are you going to keep being bad?”
“Yes,” she rasps, her tone harsh and impatient. “Now fuck me before I make you tie me up and spank me some more.”
Christ, I’m so screwed with this woman.
I leave her quickly to find a condom and once I’m covered, I slam into her before setting a relentless pace. Nothing gentle this time. No easy going. I fuck her with wild, powerful strokes. With one hand on her hip, guiding her movements, my other wraps into her hair, holding it in my fist and yanking her head back. My lips connect with hers in a hungry kiss, my pace never slowing for a second. My tongue licks hers possessively, unwilling to pull away from her mouth.
I tell her a hundred dirty things. Everything that floats through my head leaves my lips traveling straight into hers. I tell her all the things I want to do to her. All the things I will do to her. And all she can do is hold on as I take her over and over and over. Her cries become louder. Her movements more erratic and when she explodes, clamping down on my cock like a vise, I lose the last shred of my control, growling out my release on an orgasm that feels like it’s never-ending.
We collapse in a sweaty heap onto the bed, my mind hazy and drunk.
“That was the best orgasm of my life,” I mumble, wondering if my words are even coherent.
“For me as well. Too bad we can’t enjoy it and do it again. We have twenty minutes before we have to be downstairs to get to the stadium.”
“Well that sucks.” I laugh, taking her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. “At least we can grab a quick shower first. Come on.”
She rises up, moving directly for the bathroom, and for a minute, I just watch her.
I think I love you, Maia. No more falling. It’s all there. And I’m not sure what to do about that.
Especially as those thoughts are complemented with yet another surge of guilt.
Maia whips her blonde hair and my chest squeezes impossibly tight.
I want to deserve you. I want to be everything I promised you I would be.
“You comin’?” she calls out with an amused grin.
I nod. But this feeling, it isn’t going away. It’s time for another phone call. Another talk. I just hope it helps me get over this hurdle and make me the man she deserves.
24
Maia
* * *
“This tour is not really a tour,” Marco tells me as we go through the final checklist for the concert that’s already underway with the opening act on stage. The guys are in the greenroom, hanging out and laughing. This is old hat to them, but completely new for me. Keith’s drums were a nightmare during soundcheck, but everything seems to be in order now.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, tilting my head and pinching my brows in.
“It’s a collection of six shows, each in different cities and each with a different opening act. If this were a tour, we’d likely have one or two consistent opening acts as part of the ticket and we’d often play more than one night at a particular location depending on the draw that city provides.”
“Okay. Why the different opening acts this time? No one would sign on for just the six shows?”
“That was Keith’s idea, actually. Local bands in each city had to submit a demo and then the guys picked two out of all the applicants to open for them in each location.”
My eyes pop open like someone just electrocuted me. Keith never mentioned anything about that and in truth, I didn’t exactly give the opening acts a whole lot of consideration. I was too busy making sure that the greenrooms were stacked with the guys’ favorite drinks and snacks. Making sure that groupies were not allowed passes—seriously not complaining on that one. That security knows their schedule.
The list goes on. So yeah, no, I didn’t think about the opening acts.
“That’s seriously cool. Someone should have told me! I would have blasted that all over their social media. It’s fantastic PR both for the up-and-coming bands as well as our guys.”
Marco nods with enthusiasm, laughing as I run for the door with my work phone in hand. He chases after me, and once I reach the edge of the stage, I video the band currently playing and then post it all over our social media, explaining what Wild Minds is doing for local bands and asking their fans to show support. Then I tag both opening acts.
“Done.” I practically sag in relief. “Dammit, Marco. Next time keep me in the loop.”
“The guys don’t care about it being good PR for themselves.”
I roll my eyes dismissively. “Yeah, but you and I do and it’s not only about them. It’s about these other bands too.”
“Fine. We’ll do this in each city. They consider it their way of paying it forward, so I’m sure they’ll like you doing that. Some of them are pretty good. I think Lyric and Turn Records even signed a few. Anyway, as I was saying” —he drags me back away from the stage to a quiet room— “this isn’t a tour per se. But we’re mirroring this again every six months, only in different cities. I’m working on getting them to extend this to Europe or Asia for a few weeks before Adalyn starts kindergarten, because Lord knows, Jasper will never go on tour again once his baby girl is in school like that.”
I laugh at the pinched expression on Marco’s face, despite his indulgent tone. No one questions Jasper and his decision making. Not the band. Not Marco. No one.
Especially when it comes to his girls.
All the guys are equally as protective of them.
A few nights before we left, Jasper called, stating that Ady was asking for Keith to put her down to bed. Keith didn’t hesitate before flying out the door to go and do that.
I might have swooned just a little. Or maybe a lot. What is it about a strong man who adores a little girl? I think my reaction to it is even stronger since I never had anything close to that with my own father.
“Well everything is all set for them for tonight and then again for when we reach San Francisco, though we have a break in between shows.” That’s so the caravan of equipment and roadies can reach San Francisco since it has to drive there. That and I think the guys like a break in between. “I feel like Ringling Brothers when they would storm into a small town on the train and set up their mobile city. Did you know they had tens of thousands of employees for everything? It was incredible how they had it managed down to such an exact science. Unpacking all the people, animals, and gear. Setting up the tents and the various attractions only to turn around and dismantle it a few days or a week later and move on to the next place. It was so much more than just the attractions though. It was food tents and medical tents and everything else the workers needed to live from place to place.”
“Do you live on Wikipedia?”
“Um, no. I just find history fascinating.”
“Did you know that I was front row for Nirvana’s first concert and the invention of the mosh pit began? I also have a signed guitar by Kirk Cobain, but that is seriously not even close to the coolest piece of memorabilia I have stashed in my safe room.”