Beckett

 

Watching Glory from across the kitchen, I’m a hundred percent confident buying this apartment is the best decision I’ve ever made. It was a decision made easier when I came home from a European tour a day early to surprise my fiancée. There was a surprise all right…her in our bed with an old drum tech of mine we’d fired on the last tour for constantly fucking up. The attention was brutal after my break up from Tricia, which was leaked to the media, full of half-truths but mostly lies created by my ex. Of course, Tricia being the devious bitch she is, spun it to try and hang on to her second hand fame. She played the victim, and I allowed it to an extent. I had loved the woman and planned to give her my name. Unlike her, I was committed. I couldn't bring myself to fight back and attack her, but my band’s PR team managed to deflate the issue some in the press. The court of public opinion was still in session even several months later. 

Tricia did manage to get a modeling career from it, so there's that. My heart gets broken, and she earns a six-figure income from it. Celebrity is a fucking twisted world. She still tries to call me and get backstage at shows, but I'm done with her ass. She fucked up too big to forgive. I have no reason to see her again. 

And I couldn’t stay in that house after that, so I sold it. This move brings me closer to the rest of the band, our new studio, and I have a sexy neighbor. 

Glory. 

She’s got that naughty librarian vibe down. It works for her. Fuck, does it work for her. It works for me too. Ever since I saw her earlier she’s had my cock on notice. The few seconds she held the door for the movers gave me time to appreciate her form. Shoulder length, sleek, blonde hair. Red lips, that I have already imagined swallowing my cock more than once. Her curve-hugging pin-up style blue dress with polka dots and the tight cardigan over it only emphasized her nice tits. Long, luscious legs that ended in sexy heels rounded out the vision. It shouldn’t work, and I’m certain on anyone else, it wouldn’t, but on her, it was sexy as hell. When she disappeared into the building, I should have let her go on her way, but I wasn’t finished looking at her.

Her ass swaying in that dress enticed me to pursue. Once I was in the elevator with her, I assumed she would recognize me and the usual banter would ensue. I’d have her underneath me later. I couldn’t wait to peel that dress off her and have her down to nothing but those heels so I could see exactly how naughty a librarian she could be. 

Only one problem.

She had no fucking clue who I was. And that shocked the fuck out of me. It’s been several years since a woman under fifty didn’t recognize me. The fact that Glory doesn’t know me strictly from my band or any of the stories that have made the rounds on social media and in the press is so damn refreshing. Especially after the stream of groupies I’ve been with since my engagement disintegrated.

When we shook hands, I had to stop myself from pulling her into me and just taking what I wanted. She was sweet and shy. She had no fucking clue how much hotter that made her. How much harder it made me. 

Her eyes burned a hole on my ass the whole time I walked to my place. When I turned and caught her in the act, she blushed. And that flush of color sent a jolt straight to my cock. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. 

Something needed to be done. I had to get Glory out of my mind. So while the movers arranged my desk in the bedroom, I took a cold shower that did absolutely nothing to relieve the raging hard-on Glory had caused. Instead of fighting it further, I gave up. I whacked it like a teenager while picturing Glory on her knees between my thighs as she looked up at me with those red lips wrapped around my cock.  

I really haven’t had to jack off in years. Between being engaged and in the band, I was never at a loss for places to get off, but I just couldn't get her or all the nasty things I wanted to do to her out of my head. 

I’ve never come so hard in my fucking life. 

So as the star of my latest fantasy stands across from me in my kitchen, I can’t contain the raunchy thoughts running through my mind. Visions of her spread out naked on my kitchen island, entirely at my mercy, is currently at the top of that list.

I hadn’t expected her and her friends to show up, but I have to say, it has certainly made the evening more interesting. Her damn flower garden and sunshine scent still invades my nostrils even from across the room. Now that I’ve been so close to her, actually fucking touched her, there’s no way tonight can end anything short of me being inside her.

Just flirting with her and making that blush spread across her porcelain skin has me so fucking hard, I’m surprised Madd hasn’t commented on my massive boner. It definitely wouldn’t be out of the question for him to call me out in front of the object of my erection and her friends. He’s a real prick like that.

He’s yammering on with Christina and Jen about road life, but I barely hear a word they say. Since the majority of my blood flow is now south of the border, keeping my mind on anything more than what I want to do to Glory is damn near impossible.

“I have to ask. What’s it like to perform in front of thousands of screaming people?”

Silence falls on this side of the room. I refocus on the group in front of me and realize someone asked me something.

“Uh, sorry, what was that?”

Christina smirks and takes a sip of her wine. “I asked what it’s like to perform in front of such huge crowds.”

It’s the same question I’ve been asked a thousand times before, but coming from her, I know she’s actually interested in my answer, unlike most women who only ask to try to get in my pants.

I shrug. “After all this time, it’s still surreal that I get to do what I love for a living with my best friends.” 

She grins. “I can’t imagine. Plus, all the countries you get to see, the people you meet, it has to be amazing.” 

“It really is, Christina. It can get tiresome after a while when you’re constantly travelling, but I love it.” It’s true. I do love it, but now that I’m living next to the sexy goddess, staying home more is starting to sound like an excellent plan.

Maddox recaptures the conversation and starts talking to the girls about our last tour, and I turn my attention back across the room to Glory.

Her sparkling eyes lock on mine. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I give her my best panty-dropping smile. Her beautiful pale skin flushes, and oh mother fucker, her pretty pink tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip before she returns my smile. My skin tingles, and my cock twitches. All I can think of right now is how much I’d love to bend her nice ass over and fuck my way to Heaven. 

It’s physically impossible to stop the dirty thoughts she’s inspiring for me. Honestly? I don’t want to. I will have Glory Greystone. It is going to happen. It’s just a matter of when. I’d love for it to be tonight. My throbbing cock doesn’t want to wait any more than I do. But she isn’t some easy lay, and I don’t mind putting in the work. Speaking of which, I need to lay some ground work.