He was hanging on by a thread. And so was I.
At the first touch of his finger against my clit, I bucked against his hand, and everything shivered through my body. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Like this?” he asked, circling his finger around the swollen bud.
He stopped only briefly to remove my thong, so he could have better access. He brought his fingers back up to my clit, circling relentlessly, and I came hard and fast. I pulsed and pulsed, on and on. He never let up, until he drew out each shuddering breath from me as I climaxed higher than I’d ever reached.
Finally, he let me go, and I collapsed, releasing every ounce of pent-up energy. I was limp, and it was Hollin fucking Abbey who had teased it out of me.
“Fuck, Piper,” he ground out. “I need…fuck, I need to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I said.
I heard the sound of a zipper, and I watched him pull his cock out of his boxers. My eyes widened. Considering how tall he was and the size of his hands, I’d maybe idly thought that he’d be big. But he was huge. Like I had no idea how he’d fit inside of me if I wasn’t as wet as I’d ever been in my life.
He winked at me when he caught me staring and tore open a condom. I watched him sheathe the monster.
“I’ll go slow,” he promised as the head of his cock touched the lips of my pussy.
Our eyes were still locked together when I said, “Don’t.”
“Don’t?” He stilled completely. The muscles of his arms tense. Ready to stop if I wanted him to. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.
“Don’t go slow,” I begged.
“Fuck,” he grunted and then slammed into me.
Even though I had been prepared for him, soaking wet and ready to be impaled on his cock, all the air whooshed out of my lungs at the first savage thrust. He didn’t even make it all the way in, and I was still filled, but I squirmed to try to fit him in more. He grabbed each of my hands in one of his to keep me from moving. He drew back and pushed into me again. Inch by delicious inch, he fitted himself into my pussy.
“Fuck…fuck yes,” he said breathlessly. “You’re doing so good. Just like that, babe.”
I had no words. His cock had stolen every single one of them.
He started to move. Thrusting in and out at a rapid pace until, against all odds, he built me right back up. This definitely shouldn’t have been possible. I was not a second-orgasm girl. Nor was I an orgasm-during-sex kind of girl. What was happening?
“Oh God, Hollin, I’m going to come,” I shouted into the empty tour bus.
“Come for me.” He thrust harder and faster. Somehow lengthening even more inside me. “Come with me.”
And that moment, we both unleashed at once. I saw stars as he emptied himself inside of me with a roar of pleasure. His grip on my arms was painful, and yet I didn’t want to move. I had no interest in ever moving again.
Finally, he released me, and slowly—ever so slowly—he pulled out of me.
“Oh,” I whispered helplessly as the fullness left me.
He pressed a kiss into my hip. “Such a good girl. My good girl.”
Normally, the words would have been insulting. I would have seethed at him. Told him to fuck off with that misogynistic crap. But lying across a tour bus table after being properly fucked for the first time in my life, I was his good girl.
Somehow, I was Hollin Abbey’s good girl.
14
Hollin
By the time Campbell returned, both of us were decent.
He shot me a look, and I just smirked.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Looks like we need to get back to the hotel. Thought we wouldn’t be leaving Dallas until tomorrow afternoon, but they have us heading out bright and early for Austin.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
I offered my hand to Piper, which, shockingly, she took. She was in some kind of sex coma. A dopamine-induced high that made her all soft and pliant. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and carry her right back to bed. This side of her triggered my protective instincts like nothing I’d known in years.
I helped her down the stairs, and we followed the band to an awaiting limo. Campbell told us that the tour bus would meet the band at the hotel at five tomorrow morning. We piled into the limo, and Piper sat, sandwiched between me and Campbell.
Santi had a girl under each arm and was going on about some new sound he’d managed. Yorke kept shooting him shut the fuck up looks. But no one could make Santi be quiet before he was ready. Michael was half-asleep at the other end of the limo. Campbell and Viv were arguing like an old married couple. As per usual.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, slipping an arm around Piper’s waist.
“Sore,” she admitted. She leaned her head against my shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, as if she might pass out.
“Too sore?”
“Mmm,” she murmured. Then shook her head.
“Good.”
I tucked her in closer. I liked the way she fitted into my side. I was so enamored with every little move she made that I didn’t even stop to question my behavior. I’d spanked her ass hard enough to bruise. She was shifting all over the place, so it must have hurt, and I didn’t want to let her go without knowing that she would be all right.
I’d done some stuff like this before but never…this. It had always been more of a joke. The girl had seen some porn that she wanted to do and giggled through it. But Piper had been infected with it. It had catapulted through her veins and ripped through her skin. It made her this soft, weightless nymph instead of the proud, stubborn, glaring woman I was used to.
And in the middle of that shift, something had cracked inside me, too. I’d push her as far as she’d let me. But I wanted—no, needed—to be there to hold her and keep her safe once she was broken.
When the limo stopped in front of our hotel, I helped Piper out of the car. Even at an ungodly early hour of the morning, Campbell was looking around, as if anticipating a mob.
“I should probably enter from the back,” he said.
“Shut up,” Viv said, smacking him. “No one is even awake.”
“And we have security,” Michael added.
“Which makes us more suspicious,” Campbell grumbled.
“Go around back,” I told him. “Do what you think is best.”
“All right,” he said, nodding his head. “I guess this is good-bye. Can’t imagine you’ll be awake at five.”
“Fuck no.”
The rest of the band was already heading inside without Campbell. And as much as they acted nonchalant, he was the face of Cosmere. He was the one who got mobbed and stalked. When out for shows, it was safer for him to be cautious.
“You coming?” Piper asked, turning back to look at me as she followed Viv.
“Go on inside with everyone else,” I told her. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
She shrugged and fell into step beside Viv. I watched her go with hungry eyes. What had I gotten myself into?
“So, you’re welcome,” Campbell said with a shit-eating grin when Piper was out of earshot.
“I have to admit, the tour bus was put to good use.”