Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jonathan
Gabby is waiting in the wings for me when I finish the last set. My brothers and I were supposed to hang out tonight after the show to celebrate our return to the stage together. But that was before Gabby showed up.
I run off stage, sweep her up, and crush her mouth to mine. She wraps herself around me, uncaring about anyone else around us.
Colt clears his throat next to me, and I release Gabby’s mouth, letting her slide down to her feet. She turns away from my brothers, who are both standing off to the side, and wipes her mouth. It’s too dark to tell, but I’m pretty sure she’s blushing.
Brendan stands with his arms crossed, his drum sticks held in one hand, his wrist wrapped in a leather cuff. He lifts his chin at me and smirks. “So no afterparty tonight?”
I glance down at Gabby, who’s studying my chest like it’s something fascinating, then back at my brothers. Colt’s fighting off a smile too. “You guys can do whatever the hell you want. But you’re officially disinvited from my afterparty.”
Colt laughs and steps forward, slapping my shoulder and giving Gabby a side hug. “I don’t mind getting blown off if it means you’re not going to be a miserable bastard anymore. I already rescheduled your post-show meet and greets for before tomorrow’s concert and gave them all free tickets and an extra pass for a friend. So you’ll have like three times as many to get through tomorrow. But I figure it’s a small price to pay to get out of here earlier tonight.”
I give Colt a fist bump, unwilling to let go of Gabby, even for a second now that the show’s over. “Thanks, man. I owe you.”
“Yeah, you do. And you know I’m going to collect.”
I let out a laugh. “Like I’d expect otherwise from you.” Turning to Brendan, I return his chin lift. “Thanks for coming for this weekend, man. It’s fun playing together again.”
He nods. “Yeah, it is. But I wouldn’t want to do this all the time. You guys are nuts, if you ask me.”
Catching my eye, Colt gives me a look like, who is this guy? I give him a shrug. I don’t get it either. But at least Brendan’s willing to play sometimes. Because my fan base is equal parts Brash’s fans all grown up and new people who were too young to be aware of us then. They all went crazy when we did a short set of Brash songs tonight. Not surprising, since they’ve loved my stripped-down, solo covers of our old hits. Colt has a nice falsetto these days, so he can hit the high notes again, though I know it wears on his voice if he does it too long. If he wants to make a career doing this, he’ll need to mix in songs in his normal range.
But that’s a concern for another day. Right now, all I want to do is get Gabby alone.
Slipping the arm around her waist up a little higher so my hand rests against the bare skin of her back under that sexy top, I steer her toward my dressing room. She waves at my brothers and lets me lead her away.
Bending low so I can speak quietly in her ear, I tell her, “I’m not sure I can wait to get back to the hotel to get inside you.”
Her eyes widen as she looks at me over her shoulder. “You know I can’t come if I have to stay quiet.”
“Who says you have to stay quiet?”
She shivers at my words, and I nip at her bare shoulder. I don’t care who hears her, as long as I’m the only one causing her to scream in ecstasy.
Once inside my dressing room, her hands slide under my shirt as I lock the door. I guess she’s decided to embrace the fact that I want her right here, right now. That it’s taken all my self control not to grab her and hike her skirt up and sink inside her since she stepped out of her dressing room earlier tonight. And when she strode onstage like she owned it, violin under her arm, her dark eyes locked on me?
Fuuuck.
I thought my dick might break out of my pants I got so hard so fast.
I rip my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. Her hands sliding over my skin feels so good. I want to return the favor.
Tugging the fabric out of my way, I bare her breasts to me, sucking in a breath when I realize she was on stage without a bra. “Fuck, Gabby.”
She smiles. “That’s the plan, right?”
I chuckle, and she carefully extracts herself from the thin straps that crisscross over her back. Then she reaches behind her, and her skirt loosens around her waist. She starts to wiggle her hips and push it down, but I shake my head.
“Let me.”
She holds still as my hands slide down her sides, edging the fabric off her hips a little at a time until it falls to the floor in a puddle around her feet, leaving her in a tiny scrap of black fabric pretending to be panties. Those follow the skirt, and she’s naked.
I hold my breath, just gazing at her, marveling at whatever dumb luck made her mine. And convinced her to change her mind, change her life, and intertwine hers with mine. I want to make it official. Make her mine on paper as well as in practice. Become hers.
But I hold back the words that threaten to slip out. This isn’t the right time. I don’t want to fuck this up like I fucked up the first time I told her I love her. And I want to have a kickass ring to give her. And an awesome story to tell. Not just a spur of the moment proposal while she’s naked and I’m about to go down on her.
Wrapping my arms around her, I press her to me, relishing in the soft give of her breasts against my chest as I kiss her slowly, deeply, massaging down her back, then her ass. I back her up till her legs hit the couch. With a gentle push, she falls back, a sexy smile on her face as I kneel before her, my hands sliding up her thighs, spreading her open for me.
“I thought you were impatient.”
“I am. I’m impatient to taste you. To hear you cry out in pleasure. To feel you come on my face. And I’m so on edge already that I don’t think I’d get you there if I took you right now.”
Her eyes soften. “I know you’ll make it up to me later if that happens.”
I shake my head. “I’ll make it up to you now. And then again later, once we get back to the hotel. But I’ve waited all fucking night. I’m not going to wait anymore.”
She opens her mouth to say something else, but all that comes out is a gasp as my tongue finds her clit. Sometimes I like to take my time, ramp her up slowly, take her to the edge and hold her there for a bit before sending her over.
Not tonight.
I don’t have the patience or the control for that. And she’s so wet, so ready, that it takes almost no time at all before she’s clutching at my hair, grinding on my face. My fingers curl inside her, pressing on that spot that makes her completely lose herself as I suck on her clit.
“Oh my God!” she shouts as her thighs clamp around my head, her muscles clenching on my fingers. She’s not holding back, just like I told her.
I wait for her to ride it out before pulling away, wiping my face on my hand, staring at her all disheveled and sexy, her lipstick all but gone, her face, neck, and chest flushed, her breath still coming fast and hard.
Before shoving my jeans and boxers off, I yank a condom out of my wallet and toss the wallet on the couch next to her. Once I’m bare, I rip open the condom and roll it on, my eyes never leaving her. Her slightly parted lips, her glazed eyes, and the spark of hunger there even though she just came hard.
Once I’m ready, she scrambles upright, grabbing my wrist and tugging me down for a kiss. “Sit,” she commands. And I obey.
She climbs onto my lap, bracing her hands on either side of my head on the back of the couch. I hold myself in place for her, letting her sink down at her pace. My head presses back into the couch as I let out a groan. “Fuck, Gabby. You feel so good.”
Her lips part on a gasp as she grinds down onto me. “So do you.”
I let her work herself on me for a bit, enjoying watching her ride me. But the need to thrust, to take control, is too difficult to contain any more. My hands fall to her hips, guiding her faster, then holding her in place as I pound up into her. In almost no time I’m slamming her down onto me as I press up, my teeth gritted as she squeezes me, and I lose myself inside her.
She circles her hips, keeping me going, milking me dry, a sexy smile on her lips. And I know she’s doing it on purpose. Just to make me feel good.
With one hand on her hips, I still her movements, too sensitive now to handle her grinding onto me anymore. With the other hand, I guide her face to mine, kissing her softly. “Sorry.”
She raises an eyebrow. “No apologies. Besides, from what you said before, this is just the first round. Let’s get dressed, get to your hotel, and order room service. I’m ready to continue our private afterparty elsewhere.”
With a laugh, I kiss her again. So happy that she’s here. That she’s not leaving again. That I’m finally getting what I’ve wanted since this started. And I don’t have to feel guilty, because this is what she wants too.