"HOLY FUCK, ANGEL," Lucky exhaled stalking toward me after locking the door.
Heat flushed my skin when I saw the intent in his eyes. "Surely, you've seen plenty of girls going at it." I glanced up at him through my lashes.
"Yes, but none of them were you." His fingers closed around my upper arms as he hauled me into him. I could feel the tension in his body through the silk of my shirt. Lower, I could feel the hardness of his cock. I clutched his forearms as desire swept through me.
"The whole time I was wishing it was my hands and mouth on you," he confessed his voice a low rumble as he framed my face and stared down at me. His gaze possessive and hot, he stroked the corner of my mouth with his thumb. "And you were imagining it was me, weren’t you?"
"Yes," I replied honestly and swallowed. My throat was dry and my pulse was hammering.
"You’re turned on. I can see it. Your eyes burnished gold and glowing. Your cheeks rosy and flushed.” He stroked them. "Your lips parted.” He tugged them further apart with his thumb and lowered his head. “Your nipples tight. Your thighs trembling for me.”
I moaned the instant Lucky's lush mouth touched my lips. I lifted my hands tangling my fingers in the silky softness as he groaned his approval into my mouth thrusting his tongue in deep. Slick slides made me move my legs restlessly, made me arch my body into him, made me ache.
"Fuck," he breathed breaking apart our lips. "First Altoids and now bubble gum." He changed the angle of his head and kissed me again. I rubbed my tongue along his as he kissed the candy taste from my mouth. His hands glided down my spine. He crushed the hem of the shirt in one hand and kneaded my ass with the other. The warmth of his skin and the urgent press of his fingers felt divine, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me.
"Lucky." I ripped my lips from his, dragging my fingernails down the rugged planes of his chest on my way to the tail of his shirt. I tugged it free of his jeans. I whipped the shirt over his head. He worked on the remaining buttons on my shirt while I fumbled with the buckle on his belt. He was faster. The silk glided off my shoulders and fluttered to the floor leaving me completely naked. My fingers felt clumsy. My hands trembled with need. My body shook with it. I managed to unbutton his fly.
He groaned when my fingers brushed against his cock. "Love having your hands on me." His short breaths puffed warm against my skin. “But let me help, Angel."
"Ok." I stepped back and watched as he quickly removed the rest of his clothing. He withdrew a condom from his pocket before dropping his jeans and boxers on top of my shirt.
"My turn," I said as he ripped open the packet. I took the condom and rolled it on, his cock a hot steel rod in my grasp. When I lifted my gaze the lust inside his gaze burned just as hot as his cock.
"Raven." A new rush of heat melted my core. I loved the way he rumbled my name barely under control. I jumped into his arms, wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His skin sleek and warm, he walked us quickly backward. My spine pressed against the cold metal door but his hot hands branded my ass with their heat. He shifted, lifting me and in the very next moment he was inside me buried all the way to the hilt.
"So good," I moaned. I loved the way his huge cock stretched and filled me.
"Yes, but..." He withdrew a little. "It can be…" He circled his hips and surged his length back inside me. "Better."
“Lucky.” My voice broke with the force of his penetration. I tightened around him.
"Do that again." He groaned, withdrew, circled and filled me. I tightened my inner walls and gripped his shoulders tightly, my fingers surely pinching his skin, telegraphing my urgency to him on both fronts.
"Harder," I begged, and he obliged. Each hammered stroke pounded my clit. His mouth captured my moans. I soaked his cock with my slick sheath. He thrust in and out. Faster and harder. Our flesh slapped together. My back slammed into the steel door. His fingers tightened on my ass. The tension inside me built and built until suddenly I was there. I exploded, seeing stars, my pussy climaxing around his hammering cock. I sucked his tongue to the rhythm of each decadent shudder. He stiffened, roaring his own release into my mouth and thrust inside me deeper than ever. I felt the heat of him as he ejaculated inside the condom. My cunt milked every last drop. His pleasure prolonged my own.
It was glorious.
WE REGATHERED OUR strewn clothing our sated gazes lingering on each other. I didn't want to leave him. I didn't think he wanted to leave me either. Strong feelings coursed between us, but I think we were both too cautious to speak aloud our deepest desires.
"Raven."
"Lucky."
We called to each other at the exact same time.
"You first," Lucky said. Lips that had been flattened curled into the sexy half smile I loved.
"I don’t want to leave you tonight." I took the leap. "But I can’t invite you back to my hotel room. Someone might see you." Someone might see us now, but we were still at the venue. Excuses could be made.
"I understand, Angel." He finished buckling his belt and closed the space between us. The hem of my shirt fluttered against my thighs from his movement. "I don’t want to be separated from you, either." He smoothed a long lock of my hair behind my ear. His warm fingers brushed my skin. I’d just had a mind blowing orgasm, but I reveled at that simple touch. Another shiver of desire rolled through me. "But we can’t go on like this. We need to talk.”
I stiffened.
"Not that kind of talk." He stroked a soft finger down my cheek. "I still want the same things I told you in Boston. To be with you all of the time."
"But that can’t happen." My eyes burned as I returned his gaze. "Maybe after this is through. If you can wait."
"No maybe. No more waiting. Now."
I shook my head.
"Angel." He pressed his thumb against the corner of my mouth and I melted. "I understand your loyalty to Marsha. I know you’re determined to finish the project for her sake. I admire you for your dedication to her." My heart sprouted wings from his praise. It fluttered into flight inside my chest. "But the fact that we are working together around the impediment that exists proves that what’s between us is no small thing, no dream, no temporary arrangement. I have never felt more alive than when I’m with you and inside you." I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tight, soaking up the strength of his frame while blinking back the sheen of pleasure that filled my eyes from his words. "Come with me on the coach the rest of the way. Atlanta. Phoenix. LA. Your remaining three stops are the same as mine."
"How do you know that?"
"The record labels sent out bulletins advising all the artists."
"I want to. So much. But WMO is flying me and the crew together."
"They don’t own you, Raven. My mates will be discrete. Marsha and your crew will manage. As long as you give WMO what they want, do you really think they care about the logistics?"
I let that sink in and shook my head. He slid his fingers into my hair, curling his long fingers around my nape and drawing my head to his chest.
"Then it’s settled," he decided and I rested my cheek against his solid chest and my body against his for a long moment, trying to absorb his confidence.
"I need to get my things back at the hotel." I lifted my head. His fingers were still beneath my hair. "Where's your bus?"
"It's here in the car park."
"Ok." I started to pull away from him reluctant to leave and at the same time eager to get started knowing that our separation would be temporary. "Ow." My hair pulled, tangled in one of his rings.
"You’re stuck." He stared into my eyes. "I'll take that as a sign."
"A sign of what?"
"That you’re meant to stay with me."
"But my clothes. My makeup."
"Bother that." His cocky half smile appeared. "I prefer you naked anyway."
"I’m sure you do." My lips twitched. "But I’m not sure your sister, your bandmates or the roadies would be comfortable with me prancing around in the buff."
"Didn’t I tell you? The roadies and our manager have their own coach now. We gave the label most of the album and thus we were rewarded."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you." His half grin became a full blown smile. "You’re so cute when you’re being gracious."
"I’m always polite."
"True. And you’re always sexy. And beautiful. And now you’re mine for the next three thousand miles."
"Am I?" I played along, his lightheartedness fueled my own. I felt like a helium balloon, ready to float away with him.
"Definitely." He tapped my nose softly. "And if you’re a good little girl and prance a bit for me, I might even let you wear clothes on occasion."
NERVOUS, BUT LESS so after touching base with my bestie and changing back into the actual clothes I’d worn to the concert, I tightened my fingers in Lucky's grip and climbed the stairs into the waiting bus behind him.
"Raven!" Sky jumped up from her seat on the couch when she saw me.
"Hey." My reply was muffled into her shirt. Though willowy, she hugged me as enthusiastically as her brother had earlier.
"Sorry." She let me go. "I missed you. Lucky told me you wouldn’t have time to see me."
"Shows how much he knows." I shot him a mock frown before turning back to her. "I always make time for my friends."
A slow smile spread across her face.
"Uh-um." Rocky held out his hand. I stretched out to take it. He passed on the handshake and pulled me into a hug instead. "Sky isn’t the only one who missed you." His eyes searched mine. "How are you doing?"
"I’m fine."
"Truly?" He and the lead singer exchanged a glance. "Tonight went alright then?"
A shadow darkened Lucky's eyes. "Mostly as expected until the second act. That was phenomenal." He gave me a heated look. I blushed. "Raven's agreed to stay with us till LA." The shadow disappeared, eclipsed by the brightness of his smile.
"That's great news." Rocky playfully tugged on a lock of my hair.
"Slumber party!" Sky exclaimed. "I’ll do your makeup in the morning."
"I’d love that." I squeezed her hand. "Thank you." I shifted my gaze to the drummer. "And thank you, Rocky for making me feel so welcome."
"Where are Alec and Cody?" Lucky asked.
"They went to GW Fins."
"What’s that?"
"Some fancy restaurant in the Quarter."
"Do they know the departure time?"
Rocky nodded. "But I thought you might agree to delay it."
"Why?"
"It’s the 29th."
"Yeah, and..."
"They wanted to celebrate. It's been a year since..."
"Of course." Lucky slapped his forehead. "I completely forgot."
"You’ve had a lot on your mind." The drummer’s eyes flicked to me.
"Yeah and I’m gonna have a lot more of her." He recaptured my hand and tugged. "Let’s go take a shower."
I forgot all about my question concerning the two missing members of the Dragons as soon as Lucky clicked the lock inside the bathroom and gave me a seductive head to toe scan. Though the space inside the shower stall was as small as I remembered, this time there were no interruptions.
"How did you learn how to do this?" I murmured later, lids lowering to half-mast as he separated and began detangling the last section of my hair.
"Sky," he replied, laying the strand over my shoulder with the rest.
“Thanks.” I turned my head.
His gaze dipped to my lips then rose to my eyes. "Don’t look at me that way, Angel."
"Like how?"
"Like you need my cock again,” he said low, even though the sliding door between the sleeping area and the front lounge remained closed.
"But I do," I whispered. "Is that a problem?"
"Normally, no. But I’ve done two shows and you both nights and I’ve had no sleep." He plugged in the blow dryer while I pouted. Starting at the roots of my hair, he worked his way gently down to the ends. His strong shoulder made an excellent pillow for me to lean my head against. The air was warm, the whir of the dryer motor soothing. For all my bravado, I fell asleep long before he finished.