Chapter Seventeen
Blade
The concert venue was a security nightmare. There were too many entrances and exits and people who had to be backstage. I couldn’t control the situation at all, and it was nerve-wracking. Riley also complicated things when he had some old-school pals come hang out with him in his dressing room. There was really no way to keep the area secure with so many strangers coming and going.
Riley had taken the shooting earlier in stride. At first he’d been freaked-out, but then he’d calmed and settled back into his role of teenage heartthrob. He seemed happy and relaxed as he greeted various people from his past. Everyone appeared impressed and in awe of his fame. There were a few ex-girlfriends from high school who flirted with him, and some jock types who seemed overwhelmed and jealous of his obvious celebrity status.
Riley had shared with me a little about how he’d been an outsider the last few years of high school. I had to envy how he’d had been able to transform from who he was in school to who he was now. It had to be wonderful to put the past behind you and prove you were better than what people had thought you were. I sometimes wished I could show my foster parents that I’d become someone worth their respect. Although I also doubted they’d care.
As I stood against the wall watching over Riley, I felt unusually drained. I knew it had to be the pregnancy, but since I couldn’t tell anyone why I wanted to curl into a ball and sleep, I just had to keep alert and pretend I felt fine. More and more there were times when the idea of running off to the mountains with Wyatt seemed like a great plan. The concept of not having to hide my condition and just focus on my health seemed enticing.
In the past I’d enjoyed traveling with my clients. But this trip was so much harder than I’d pictured it would be. I really missed Wyatt and his soothing touch. I missed our evenings together, and I yearned to be home with him. Our phone call earlier had left me with warm fuzzy feelings. He’d been open about his emotions for me, and it made me want to be that way with him more.
I tried to picture what life with him and our baby could be. My gut clenched with excitement at the idea of living with him and our child and actually being a couple. A part of me must have secretly yearned for a family and someone to belong to all along, even though I hadn’t consciously realized that.
After a while, Riley said good-bye to his friends, and he changed into one of his stage outfits. Tom came in and out of the room, bossing people around and puffing his chest out. I mostly ignored him, and he did the same with me. I knew if he had anything to say about it, I’d never work for Riley again. Tom didn’t like me any more than I did him.
The concert lasted two hours. Riley seemed to blossom on stage, and he gave his all to his screaming fans. When he finally left the stage, he was drenched in sweat and exhausted. There were a few assistants that hovered and pampered him, and I waited patiently to return to the hotel.
Unfortunately, instead of heading back to the hotel, we ended up going to an after-party that lasted until three in the morning. Riley got slightly drunk, nothing horrible, but he was definitely buzzed. Tom looked pissed and kept trying to stop people who were snapping photos of Riley. Whenever Riley looked uncomfortable with someone’s attention, I’d move in and escort them away.
As the party wound down, Riley approached me with a big grin. “I sure showed those people who said I’d never amount to anything,” he slurred slightly.
I smiled. “Yep. There’s no denying you made it big, Riley.”
He beamed and put his arm around my shoulder. “Thanks for watching over me the last few days.”
“No problem.”
He nodded. “You’re a good guy, Blade.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“Thanks.” I pressed my lips tight so I didn’t laugh. He wasn’t being lecherous; he was just being friendly and affectionate.
“I mean it.” He glanced around. “There are a shitload of users around me all the time. I never got that vibe from you.”
“I only care about your safety.”
He widened his eyes. “Fuck. Yes. That was obvious today when you almost took a bullet for me.” He kissed the side of my head. “You’re a brave son of a bitch.”
I shook my head, my cheeks warm. “Ready to go back to the hotel?”
He nodded. ”Yep.” He let go of me and headed toward his limo.
I followed and we got in. It didn’t take long before Riley was slumped against the door, snoring. When we got to the hotel, I helped him to the room. He sat on the edge of his bed, half-asleep, and I laughed and assisted him in getting his shirt off. He wiggled out of his leather pants, and he crawled under the covers.
“I fly out early tomorrow, Riley. I probably won’t see you before I leave. It’s been a pleasure.”
He nodded. “Thanks again, Blade. I hope we meet again,” he mumbled as he snuggled against his sheets.
“Take care. If you ever need anything just let me know.”
“I will.”
I went into my room, and I cleaned up and got into bed. I was so exhausted that by the time my head hit the pillow, I was sound asleep.
****
When I walked in the door of my house, Wyatt was in the kitchen chopping vegetables. He stopped what he was doing and approached me with a huge smile. Pulling me into his arms, he kissed me, and I clung to him, loving the feel of his warm mouth on mine. He gave a soft groan and lifted his head, his eyes drenched with lust.
“Welcome home,” he whispered.
My face felt hot, and my cock was half-hard. “Nice to be back.”
He grinned and released me. He hurried into the kitchen and returned with a chilled glass of something bubbly. “It’s sparkling apple cider.”
“Thanks.” I drank half of the cool liquid and sighed, moving into the living room. I dropped my overnight bag on the ground. He came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. “What are you doing?” I laughed.
“I have a warm bubble bath ready for you. I want you to soak for a while, and then I’m going to give you the best massage of your life.”
My gut swirled with excitement. “You don’t have to do that.” The familiar scent of his musky cologne made my cock stir.
He snorted and kissed the side of my neck. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. I’ve missed you.”
I gave a whimper as he nipped my throat. “Missed you too,” I whispered.
Smiling, he pulled me toward the master bathroom. He had candles lit, and he slowly stripped me in the flickering light, kissing my nipples and my throat. I sighed and caressed his cheek, loving that I could finally touch him again.
He led me to the tub, and the scent of lemongrass bath oil filled the room as I stepped carefully into the water. I lowered myself with a tired groan and sank into the fluffy bubbles.
“Feels nice.” I exhaled and a little smile played around my lips. This was a wonderful surprise, and I felt light-hearted and happy.
He grabbed the loofah and started gently rubbing my shoulders and chest. The head of my cock poked up through the suds, showing my arousal. “Just relax and let me make you feel good,” he said softly.
Smoothing the sponge down my flesh and over my beaded nipples, he had me turned on. He concentrated on me, listening to my breathing and trying to gauge when I liked something or not. My heated gaze was pinned on him as he rubbed and stroked my body.
My cock ached for him, and after a while I grabbed his wrist with my wet fingers. “You should get in here with me.” My eyes burned into him as I tried to let him see my need.
“I’m pacing myself.”
He had no idea how that just made me want him more. I rubbed my thumb over his firm skin. “Come on. Take your clothes off and join me.”
“Patience, oh horny one.” He smiled.
I touched myself, feeling frustrated. It had been far too long since we’d done anything sexual with each other. “Why are you playing hard to get?”
He flared his nostrils and continued to stroke my body. “Don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you, Blade.”
I swallowed hard as my lust ramped up even higher. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He continued to rub me down, smoothing bath oil over my skin and watching me intently. “That’s what you want, right? Me inside you?”
I pulled my knees up to my chest, and I licked my lips. “Oh, God, yeah.”
“You want to submit to me, Blade?”
I whimpered and nodded.
“Just like that first time when I made you mine?”
Breathless puffs of air escaped my parted lips. His eyes glittered in the dim lighting, and I said, “I wanted it so bad.”
“Like now?”
I moaned and rolled my hips, the head of my cock jerking against my abs. I took my cock in my hand and started stroking myself. I moved my hand faster and faster, squeezing my cock.
“Yeah, touch yourself.”
“I still remember how it felt to have you inside me.” I knew if I didn’t stop stroking myself I was going to come. But it was a turn-on, pleasuring myself with him watching.
“You seemed scared that night.” His voice trembled.
I nodded. “Yeah, but I wanted it. I wanted you to hold me down and make me yours.”
“Are you mine, Blade?” He leaned closer, his sensual gaze holding mine.
“Yeah,” I gasped and wound my wet fingers around his wrist. “Yeah, I’m yours.” I cried out, and cum spilled over my fingers.
He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off me, and the squeeze of my hand on him as I came was so intimate my body flushed. I shuddered and held his gaze as bliss ravaged me. I bucked my hips and jerked myself until my cock softened, and I closed my eyes with a groan and my hand slipped from his arm.
“That was beautiful.” He gently washed the cum from my chest and commanded, “Stand up.”
I opened my eyes and complied, groggily getting to my feet, still in a haze from my orgasm. He helped me step out of the warm water. My wet skin glistened in the candlelight, and he dried me gently. Once I was completely dry, we went to my bed. He had scented massage oils already on the nightstand, and he made me lie facedown.
He stripped and then climbed on the bed, straddling my thighs. Running his slick hands over my flesh, he pinched and pressed the muscles of my shoulders and back. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass, but instead of giving in to his obvious lust, he just sighed and concentrated on working out the knotted muscles of my body.
He rubbed me for a long time, stretching and rubbing my tendons until I felt loose and relaxed. I sighed and gave myself over to him; excitement nestled in my gut for what I knew was coming.
“Feeling more relaxed?” he asked finally.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“The anticipation is killing me,” he muttered as he slid his finger down my butt crack. I hissed and lifted my ass, offering myself to him. I was amazed at his self-control. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but he was being so considerate and taking his time.
“Fuck me, Wyatt,” I moaned.
“Is that what you want?”
I clutched the sheets and pushed my ass toward him. “Please.”
“If you insist.” He laughed softly and grabbed the lube bottle, slathering his fingers. Then he began to work my hole gently but insistently, massaging and squeezing until the muscles loosened, and he slipped two fingers into me.
“Fuck.” I clamped my ass on his hand and groaned, rolling my hips as if trying to fuck myself on his fingers. He added another finger, and I hissed and rocked against the mattress.
“You like that?” he asked quietly. “You want to come again, Blade?”
It must have been pretty obvious I wanted that, as I clutched the pillow and humped the bed. He rolled me over, and my cock was swollen and ruddy, swaying back and forth.
He licked his lips, his eyes pinned on my cock. “Yeah, you want this bad.” He stroked his dick, squeezing the thick head and sighing with pleasure. He coated his dick with lube and held himself above me.
I gripped his hips, my fingers digging into his flesh. “I missed you.” My voice shook with emotion.
“Me too.” He nudged my knees apart and pressed his cock to my hole. He leaned in and kissed me, and we shared dirty, wet kisses for a few moments. My fingers dug harder into his hip as my excitement grew.
He covered my body with his, molding our hard muscles together. I whimpered while tugging at him, and he pushed against the clenched muscles of my ass. “You want me inside you?”
I nodded urgently. “Please,” I moaned.
“Yeah? You want your alpha to fuck you?”
I split my thighs wider, and my lips parted in anticipation. “Do it. Fuck me.”
“God, yeah.” He pushed past the tight ring of muscle, and I cried out and arched my back as he slid in deep. He pulled out and thrust back in again, and I hissed and rolled my body, matching his bucking hips. He seemed lost in the sensation of dominating me, taking what he needed and giving me what I begged for.
He breathed raggedly as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. It felt achingly right to have him inside me this time, and it was almost impossible to know why I’d been freaked-out the first time. Nothing felt better than when Wyatt slipped inside me.
His face was flushed, and his eyes were dark with hunger. “Shit, I’m not gonna last.” He sounded breathless. “Feels too good.”
I nodded and met each thrust excitedly, feeling my cock swell and ache with the need to come again. “Come inside me,” I moaned. “Do it.”
He held my gaze, and his movements became jagged and desperate. Two slow, deep thrusts and his cock jerked inside me. He shuddered and pumped into me with a chest-deep groan, and the warm flood inside my hole sent me over the edge too.
I hissed as cum streamed over my jerking fingers. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I bowed my back and gave myself over to the delicious orgasm that rippled through me.
He rocked into me until we both seemed satiated, and then he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. We shared breathless kisses, and he gave a self-conscious laugh.
“I guess I missed you a lot.” He kissed the side of my neck, and he pulled slowly out. He lay next to me with a happy smile on his face.
“That was the best homecoming I’ve ever had.” I sighed, enjoying the warm, rubbery state of my muscles.
He gave me a more serious look. “I don’t think we should take overnight assignments right now.”
“We have to take whatever Darcy or Tork give us.”
He shrugged. “Maybe we should be honest with Darcy.”
“What?” I sat up and looked at him like he was nuts. “No way.”
“It would be good to have someone in our corner.”
I scowled. “No way. I’m not telling my boss I’m pregnant. It’s not happening, so drop it.”
He held up his hands. “Fine. It was just a thought.”
I grabbed some tissues and cleaned off, then rolled onto my side and faced him. “We don’t need anyone else knowing. When the time is right, we’ll go to the mountains and either come back as a couple or not. But how the baby arrived in this world is nobody’s business but ours.”
His expression softened. “But you may want to be a couple?”
Gazing into his heated green eyes, my heart tightened. “More and more I feel like maybe I do.”
He pulled me into his arms, and I nestled against his warm skin. He kissed my hair. “I hope so, Blade. I really hope so.”