“Yes, like that, but now like this.” Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she shifted so my cock was positioned at her entrance. I edged forward slightly, hissing when my head got coated in her juices. I barely managed to pull back, but I did.
“Like that.”
She bit into her lower lip and nodded, raising her hips. “Yes.”
I repeated the tease over and over again, going just a little bit deeper each time but pulling back until she cried out my name and I couldn’t stand it anymore. Sinking all the way into her, her walls were gripping at me so tightly and she was so fucking wet and smooth that it felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
She met every thrust with equal fervor, fucking me with as raw and primal a need as my own. I lost myself in our rhythm, taking my cues from Kelly’s body until she came for me twice more. Her last orgasm was so intense that I had no choice but to follow her over the edge, my entire body quivering from the strength of my release.
Bliss. Pure fucking bliss washed over me as I came so goddamned hard inside her that I collapsed on top of her when it was over, only remembering that I was probably crushing her and rolling off when she nudged at my ribs.
Kelly and I lay hand in hand on my mattress, panting as we tried to catch our breath and staring up at my pressed white ceiling. I’d been pleasantly surprised to see that she’d come over. Then I’d remembered that I had to tell her about Allie being here earlier, and a sense of foreboding that I didn’t like had settled over me.
I was fully aware of the fact that I shouldn’t have given a fuck what Kelly had to say about my having had another woman over, but there’d been a pit in my stomach and a dryness in my mouth that I unfortunately couldn’t say had been caused by the bottle I’d climbed into after Allie left.
She’d surprised me yet again when she took my confession as calmly as she had, my heart thundering in my chest as I watched her process and then, miraculously, accept it without any yelling or tears. It was more evidence that she wasn’t quite like any other woman I’d ever known, and I was even more intrigued by her than I had been before.
When I’d kissed her, it was because I couldn’t fucking not do it. She’d somehow crawled into my head, and the way she was looking at me? I probably shouldn’t have done it, but fuck.
Kelly was lost in her own thoughts when I turned my head to face her, a strange expression on her face when her green eyes flitted to mine. “Have you mentioned me to anyone else? Told anyone about us?”
What the hell? “No, I haven’t. You mentioned me?”
“Nope,” she admitted, her eyes drifting back to the ceiling. “It probably wouldn’t look good if I admitted that I was sleeping with a guy I’m doing a story on. People would question my integrity. Etcetera, etcetera. You know how it goes.”
Boy, did I know how it went. Dom’s speech was only too fresh in my mind to forget. “Yeah, it’s probably for the best if we don’t tell anyone what’s going on.”
“Agreed,” she said, and we lapsed into an easy silence.
It was a relief to know that she hadn’t told anyone either, though I wondered why that was. If the sex didn’t mean anything, then I shouldn’t have cared who knew. Maybe it was because I was just worried about Jared and Alicia being annoyed, or maybe it was something else.
The unmistakable reality was I’d developed some sort of feelings for Kelly. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have cared what she or anyone else thought, and I would’ve fucked Allie. The only reason I could think of why I hadn’t been able to go through with it after Allie left was that I felt something for Kelly.
That thought was what had driven me to climb into that bottle before she arrived, because while just about nothing in the world scared me, that one thought scared me shitless. I’d made that mistake before, and it was one I had no intention of repeating.
Chapter 16
Kelly
It was the first performance of the Imperial Inspection tour, and Destitute was kicking it off in Los Angeles. The opening acts were good, but the crowd was getting more reckless and restless waiting for the headliners to take the stage.
A long catwalk split the stadium into halves almost to the middle, and screens were set up on either side of the stage and intermittently throughout the audience. I was seated on the left of the stage, almost right up front in a dedicated press “cage” that Alicia had organized. It was a great view, and I couldn’t wait for the show to start.
A hush fell over the audience when the lights on stage went dark after the last opening act. Then a roaring chant started for Destitute. Figures could be seen on stage moving things into their proper places for the guys to take the stage, and then a fog machine clouded the area with misty wisps of smoke.
At the same time, explosions, flashes, smoke, flames, fireworks, and other pyrotechnic-driven effects started up all over the stage, and the intro to one of Destitute’s most popular songs from the new album started playing.
The audience went wild, screaming so loudly that I was sure I would be deaf by the time the night was done. Even my colleagues in the press box went nuts. Lighters and glow sticks were lit in the audience, and the crowd started singing along to the song that was playing as Destitute ran out.
Jared took the stage by storm, a vision in tight leather flinging his microphone into the air to spin and catching it again as he ran the length of the catwalk. The others appeared after him with less theatrics but with as much energy and anticipation lining their features.
“How’s it going Los Angeleeeeeees?” Jared roared into his mic to deafening cheers by the crowd. Thousands of people yelled back at him, some holding signs with messages addressed to every member of the band. The signs varied from the meek, like “Welcome back boys!”, to others that were slightly more disturbing and ranging from encouraging the guys to spit on them, to get naked, and a few others that made me cringe.
Destitute launched right into their first song, and the band was on fire from there on out. Jared, as always, took some time in between to work up the crowd, read some of the signs, and interact with fans who’d written in about their birthdays.
Caleb and the others would chime in from time to time, all teasing smiles and slightly smudged eyeliner. Watching Caleb up there on that stage, it was hard to believe that I actually knew him. Even harder to believe that I’d touched him, seen him naked, had had conversations with him that he didn’t have with anyone else.
He was the impossible dream up there, yet I knew him so much better than that now. I knew that there was so much more to him than any of these people in the audience could ever even imagine. Caleb’s fingers flew across the fretboard, and his eyes closed as he concentrated, or his tongue popped out when he was teasing the crowd with Jared.
The Larsen boys played off each other perfectly, and it was really time Caleb got more credit for how much he actually did up there with Jared. To my surprise, when Jared read a sign out loud addressed to Caleb, asking him to sign the fan’s back, the guys got him up on stage, and Caleb autographed the man’s back.
Song after song, Destitute smashed it. The atmosphere in the stadium was electric, and from the snippets of conversation I was hearing from those around me, the reviews the band was going to be getting were going to be fantastic. All in all, it was a great performance to start off the tour.