Feeling something other than resentment should have been foreign to me, yet I eased right back into where I’d been in the past when I dared to be happy.
Go fucking figure.
“Taylor, you want to get your head out of your ass and concentrate?” Hunter barked from behind his drums.
What the actual fuck?
All eyes were on me, and I had no clue why. “My head isn’t up my ass,” I argued.
“So, the last chorus we played you just decided to take a break?” he further whined. The look on his face made me want to shove those damn sticks up his ass… sideways.
“I was playing.” Wasn’t I? My gaze sliced around the room, over Evan, Scott, and Jack’s bland expressions, before landing on Leila. And instead of the scowl Hunter sported, a brilliant smile spread on her face. What was she grinning at?
“Cut him some slack, Hunt,” Jack said, coming to my rescue. “We all know how distracting love can be.”
Wait… what?
“I’m not distracted, for fuck’s sake.” And as I said that I knew he was right. I hated when he was right. I circled a finger and barked, “Count us down.”
That time I made sure to play my part, killing it like the god I knew I was. I’d show that motherfucker distraction. We played through to the end. I waited for Jack to sing the last line and then flipped Hunter the finger.
“That’s more like it,” he said condescendingly. Asshole.
“Bite me.”
“No thanks,” the annoying fucker actually responded.
“We’ll pick up tomorrow,” Jack informed us. It was earlier than our usual quitting time, and the idea to head to Queens hit hard and fast.
As I was casing my guitar, Leila placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “You have no idea how happy I am seeing you like this.”
On their own accord, my lips twitched with a smile that I quickly suppressed. I could argue or even deny her insinuations. I didn’t. Instead, I threw an arm around her shoulder and said, “Hey, what’s the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball?” I gave her my token pause while watching the smile fall off her face. “No? Okay, I’ll tell you. A guy will actually search for a golf ball.”
She shoved me playfully. “Still an ass.”
To that I chuckled, kissed her cheek, and said, “Bye, band.”
Thirty minutes later, Alec idled at the curb while I dialed Camilla.
“Hi.”
“Hey. You home?”
“Yeah.”
“Open up for me.” I saw the blinds move in the window facing the street and a sliver of her smiling face between the slats.
“Trey, I’m working.”
“I won’t bother you,” I lied.
A sigh came over the phone, yet her face contradicted that by continuing to smile. “Fine.”
“I’m fine here, Alec. I’ll call you later when I need you.” He gave me a nod just as I tugged the bill of my hat lower over my eyes, searched the street, and jogged around the house to the side door leading to her apartment.
It cracked open, prompting me to quickly duck inside, where Camilla waited in white short-shorts and a pale-pink tank top. Free of makeup and shoes, her hair in its normally high ponytail, she sparked that craving I’d battled since yesterday.
“What are you doing here?”
“Practice ended early,” I said, as if that was a perfect explanation.
“I’m on a deadline.”
Hooking my arm around her waist, I pulled her into my body and kissed her. Slowly, softly, perfectly. And when I stepped back, based on her parted lips and hooded eyelids, my guess was I’d effectively distracted her from working.
“Um… okay, then.” She swallowed audibly as I removed my cap and hooked it on the banister. “Are you coming up, or do you just want to make out here?”
My response was to throw her over my shoulder, and when she squealed, I smacked her perfect ass. “We don’t need your landlord thinking I’m murdering you.”
“He’s old and deaf,” she said while slipping her hands into my back pockets and squeezing. And by doing so, she further provoked the fucker already stretching between my legs.
At the top of her stairs, I maintained my hold on her and asked, “Can you take a break?”
“A short one.” Already heading for her room, I tossed her on the bed just as she added, “But I need to finish before I pick Alivia up.”
“Oh, you’ll be finished by then.” I took a moment to memorize her perfect body, and when she bit down on her lip, shyly waiting for me to move, the moment was over.
Those little shorts she wore were on the floor in a heartbeat. But fuck, I wasn’t prepared to see the tiniest G-string I’d ever laid eyes on… and hell, if I hadn’t seen my share. It barely covered her, but regardless, it needed to come off. Her thighs quivered a bit when I dragged it down her legs to join her shorts on the floor.
The entire time Camilla remained silent, her eyes pinned to my every move, her chest heaving with each labored breath. That flimsy cotton tank top barely contained her breasts and did nothing to hide two perfectly pebbled nipples.
Without further delay, I gripped each ankle, dragged her toward the edge of the bed, and knelt to bring my face right where I wanted it to be.
I met her eyes for a beat to ensure she was paying attention. And then I lapped a lazy trail from bottom to top at a snail’s pace to begin a tantalizing pattern. She mewled with each glide of my tongue, up and down, left to right. There wasn’t a part of her I didn’t taste, except for her clit. I purposely avoided it while swirling a soft tongue above and below it, plunging a stiff tongue inside her and working her up into a quiet frenzy.
Her fingers gripped the comforter beneath her. Her thighs clamped around my head. Her pained moans begged for me to finish her off. And when it all came together in a fevered pitch, then and only then did I latch on to her clit and suck forcibly until her pussy began convulsing against my mouth. Just before she calmed, right when I felt her peak, I slipped two fingers inside her and watched her orgasm practically split her in half.
While she came down from her high, I kissed my way up her body until my mouth gave her a sampling of how sweet she tasted. Despite how my cock practically howled for his turn, I simply pulled her into my arms and gave my heart what it craved… getting lost in my new reality as her lover.
Chapter 30
Camilla
After giving me an earth-shattering orgasm, Trey watched TV on my couch as I resumed trying to work on the website I had to get done. Keyword try. My efforts weren’t without interruption. His game was to ask me random questions regarding sexual preferences. Position. Kink. Whether I’d ever get my clit pierced.
Typing and squirming. Lots of it.
We had a little time before Alivia needed to be picked up, and I simply couldn’t focus on getting my work done.
Who could blame me? I had a hot rock star a few feet away ready and primed for the taking. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been this horny. Sex wasn’t a thing for me. Not to mention mind-blowing, orgasm-guaranteed, unforgettable sex.
I also couldn’t remember when I’d ever been so happy. It probably sounded harsh, especially since I had given birth to the most perfect little angel. But through those joyous moments, my insecurities, fear, and doubt that I could be both a mother and father to her, without my own family to support me, overshadowed the happiness.