“I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.”
I was standing at the side of the stage as the houselights went down and the crowd started clapping and cheering. Turning, I found Bree at my side. I blushed as I smiled at her.
“Really?”
She nodded emphatically. “God yes. I always hoped he had it in him, but with his history I couldn’t be sure. It’s not like he doesn’t have real reasons for his issues.”
I wanted to ask her what his issues were, but just then the chords of the opening song started up and the lights started flashing as the band took the stage. By then I’d seen them live almost thirty times. I didn’t get to sit through the entire show each night—too much running around toward the end—but I was always fascinated by the way it all came together.
I’d liked the band for years and had always thought they were phenomenal, but on this tour there was no doubt they were at the absolute top of their game. They were flawless and absolutely on fire as they played. Even when Tyson was busy treating me like I was a leper, I’d had a wicked fascination with watching him on stage. He was a natural performer who seemed very comfortable with thousands of people in front of him.
I wanted to get back to my conversation with Bree, but it didn’t happen. Twenty minutes into the show Devon and Ian came to ask her to help them with something for a few minutes and she wandered off with them. Five minutes after that, I had to leave the side area to do some work.
I got back in time for the end of the show, which I tried to catch every night because each member of the band had a solo. I loved experiencing Ty performing by himself, loved the way he commanded the crowd with his music and presence.
He was mid-solo when he looked over to the side of the stage and connected with me visually. When his solo was over and the spotlight switched from him to Gavin, Ty turned and faced me, our eyes locking for countless seconds before I had to turn away because I knew I was blushing like a school girl.
After the song was over and they came off the stage, he grabbed me, pulled me aside, and kissed me like he hadn’t seen me in forever. It went on and on, both of us oblivious to anything around us. Eventually Lacey had to tap him on the shoulder to tell him that it was time to go back on stage for the encore. I gasped when he gestured down to his jeans and I saw how hard he was.
“Thank fuck I’ve got a bass to cover this shit,” he groaned.
“I’m so glad no one can tell how turned on I am right now,” I admitted.
He swallowed hard and let out a strained laugh. “You’re killing me, Smalls!”
I laughed and smacked his ass as he walked back out to the roar of the crowd. After the show there was a fan meet and greet. Everything was all set up for it so there wasn’t anything for me to do but watch. I was standing in the corner of the room watching the goings on when Ty waved at me to get my attention.
“I have a paperwork problem,” he announced, loud enough for anyone near us to hear.
I stared up at him blankly, trying to figure out what kind of problem he could have. As far as I knew, there weren’t any loose ends.
“You do?”
“It’s super hard and needs to be addressed right now,” he said dramatically. “Come down the hall with me and work it out.”
He guided me from the room and started walking with great purpose down the long exterior hallway.
“Want to tell me what the issue is?” I asked as we walked.
Instead of answering, he opened a door to the smaller group area where they’d held the band meeting earlier. He guided me through the room until we got to the entrance to the private bathroom. When we stepped inside, he locked the door and then smiled at me devilishly.
“There’s no paperwork problem is there?” I giggled.
“Nope,” he said happily. “But I do have a very hard problem that only you can address.”
I answered by pulling his head down to mine and laying one on him. Kissing Tyson was everything. It was wicked but pure, erotic but also romantic. I wanted him to take me hard, but more than that, I wanted him to hold me and never, ever let me go. His moan as we kissed made me ache, and the way he held me to him like he couldn’t get enough had me more than ready to do whatever he wanted. I tore my lips from his and gasped for breath as I stared at him.
“This is crazy,” I said as I stared up into his eyes.
The way he looked down at me made me think of a lion looking at its prey. It was more than obvious he wanted me, badly.
“Crazy enough not to do it?” he asked.
“What do you want to do?” I whimpered.
He grinned at me as he spun me around and guided me toward the sink area. When we were almost in front of it he leaned in and spoke against my ear.
“I want everything,” he answered huskily. “I want to pull these sexy fucking leggings down around your knees before I bend you over and fuck you while three hundred people wait for us down the hall. I want to slam into your tight cunt and watch your face in the mirror while you come all over my dick. I want to listen to the sound of my skin slapping against yours when I come.”
He had me the second he said he wanted to pull my leggings down. That’s how little it took to make me crazy. Biting my lip, I looked at him in the mirror and nodded.
“Take off your shirt,” he instructed.
I pulled it off and handed it back to him, watching in the mirror as he turned and hung it from a hook on the back of the bathroom door.
When he was finished he stood right up against me and held my gaze in the mirror as he reached around and cupped my breasts. They were already swollen and needy for him. I whimpered softly as he pulled the cups down and tweaked my nipples.
“So fucking hot seeing my marks on you,” he murmured.
It was pretty hot that my tits were covered in little love bites.
“We need to be fast,” he growled. “You pinch your nipples while I fill you with cock and rub your clit.”
I loved how demanding he was, and especially enjoyed the way it amped up my level of arousal to stratospheric levels.
Gripping my leggings and the sides of my thong underwear in his hands, he peeled them down my legs to my knees and then bent me forward. I gripped either side of the sink and wiggled my ass, enjoying his harsh inhalation as I did. The sound of his zipper coming down made me shudder with longing, and when he slapped his cock on my ass, I let out a slutty little moan.
“Are you wet?”
I nodded. “So, so wet,” I confessed.
He reached around and slid his hand over me, cupping me intimately.
“Mm,” he rasped, “you aren’t kidding. You’re dripping, Freckles.”
I looked back at him over my shoulder and licked my lips seductively, appreciating the way his eyes widened as he watched. I’d never felt so attractive.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered. “Just fuck me.”
I wiggled against him as the head of his cock rubbed against my opening.
“Please,” I begged. “Don’t make me wait.”
He didn’t move. My eyes flew up to his to see why and the look on his face was one of pure frustration.
“Fuck,” he said angrily. “I don’t have a fucking condom with me.”
I had like two seconds of coherent thought but all I really cared about was having him inside of me.
“Are you clean?”
He nodded. “Yes, but—”
“I’m clean too,” I told him. “When was the last time you were tested?”
“Right before the tour and I’ve never not used a condom.”
I did the math in my head and decided it was worth the risk. My period had ended four days before which meant I wasn’t ovulating yet.
As we spoke, the head of him was rubbing against me, tempting me and making me want him even more.
“Are you on the pill?”
I shook my head. “No, but I just finished my period a few days ago. You’ll need to pull out.”
He swallowed heavily as his eyes went down to where we were almost joined. When he looked back up at me, he nodded.
“If anything happens, I’ll take care of you,” he said.
And then, he thrust forward. One solid push had him seated all the way inside of me and I yelped as I felt every goddamn inch. Not having a condom shouldn’t have made a difference, but it did. The heat of him was almost too much, the skin-to-skin contact more than I ever could have imagined. His hips anchored to my waist when he started thrusting in and out.
“Tits,” he reminded me. “Play with them.”
I leaned back against him as I pinched and pulled at my nipples, moaning like a bitch in heat as he completely destroyed me. I’d thought it had been good before, but this was different. When he slid one of his hands off of my waist and onto my clit, I cried out.
“Tyson,” I cried. “I’m going to come!”
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me, Daisy.”
I came hard, so hard that I saw stars and maybe even a few rocket ships behind my eyelids. As my orgasm rolled on, I thought I heard him mumbling something about hearing a sound, but when he didn’t stop I figured it was nothing. I huffed and gasped for air as he pounded in and out of me at warp speed, and the sound of him whimpering had my womb clenching hard.
“Fuck!” he roared.
I groaned when he pulled out and then sighed when I felt him coming all over my ass. As he did, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and bit the spot where my neck met my shoulder. When he was finished coming, he let out a harsh groan.
“You have no idea how hard it was to pull out right then. You felt so fucking good all I could think about was how badly I wanted to fill you with my come,” he whispered.
I nodded my understanding but said nothing because I was completely destroyed. He’d just fucked me hard enough that my legs were like limp noodles. I’d wanted him to come in me, too.
Since we were in the bathroom at the arena, we had no time to enjoy the aftermath. After a minute of both of us getting our breathing under control, he wiped his come off my ass with a paper towel and then pulled my panties and leggings back up. When he was finished, he helped me put my top back on before he washed his hands in the sink.
As we left the office, he took my hand in his and held on.
“Lookin’ forward to our next bathroom encounter,” he said with a grin.
“You’re a madman,” I joked.
“Mad for you,” he countered.
I smiled at him like a pageant winner.
When we got back to the area where the meet and greet was being held, the line was almost at the end. Ty dropped a quick kiss on my lips before taking his place with the rest of the band and finishing up the night.
I busied myself gathering my stuff together and making sure I had everything I’d come with. Lacey came over to tell me the meet and greet was almost over so the SUVs had pulled up outside the exit doors. I nodded and turned as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, but then came to a halt when she let out a hoot of laughter.
“What?” I asked.
She laughed before answering, “Tyson is really taking this whole marking his territory bit seriously.”
“Ah. You meant the whole kissing in public issue.”
“Uh, no. I mean the whole you’ve got another hickey thing.”
I smacked my hand against my forehead as I mentally played back the bathroom incident and realized he’d been sucking on my neck when he came.
“I’ll talk to him,” I assured her.
She waved me off. “I’m just rubbing it in,” she quipped.
“Rubbing what in?”
“How you should have listened to me to begin with. Remember when I told you he liked you?”
“Who likes her?” Ty asked in a stressed sounding voice.
Lacey shook her head and laughed. “Sometimes you men are so daft. I was talking about you.”
“You were wrong though,” he argued. “I don’t like her.”
My face fell. What?
“Like is such a weak word for what I feel about Daisy.”
Andddd my frown quickly turned upside down as I damn near swooned.
“Something is definitely in the water around here,” she teased.
The three of us laughed as we walked out together and got into one of the massive black SUVs. I sat in the middle and Ty put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Lacey smirked and shot a told you so look at me. I nodded once and smiled in response. She totally had.