I come up behind her, the heat of my chest against her bare back. My fingertips run down the curves of her hips and rest around her waist.
“You look so hot, I think I might spontaneously combust,” I whisper against her neck, feeling the tiniest shiver flutter up her spine. “Are you trying to tell me it’s not for me?”
She sighs and for a moment I feel like her body is giving in to me. She pushes back a little, her ass grinding against my front making me instantly hard, her head falling back to rest against my shoulder. I can see the errant wisps of her hair gently blowing every time I exhale.
And then she stiffens and pulls away, spinning around in my arms to face me.
“I wore this to fuck with Silas, that’s all.” The shake in her voice tells me everything I need to know. She’s scared, and she needs me to make her see what I see.
“You’re lying.”
She just shakes her head.
“You are,” I tell her again. “Don’t you know, after last night’s kiss, you can never lie to me again. It stripped everything that’s fake between us. All that’s left is truth.”
“And what is the truth, Brad?”
This time I know the words to say. “That you want me every bit as much as I want you.”
With that, I pull her into me, tipping her chin up to meet my mouth when I lower it to hers. The heat flares as soon as we touch. My arousal for her deepens tenfold. I could fall into her mouth and live in bliss forever. Her deep red, soft, warm, mouth of a fucking temptress. The heat spreads through me to her. I can feel it in the way her body becomes softer, pliable, open to everything I’m offering her.
Suddenly, I’m tasting the sweetness of her tongue. Fruity from her recent cranberry juice concoction, and waxy from her lipstick. Somehow, it makes my cock even harder and I wonder how I’m ever going to get her from here to where I want her, naked, in bed, wrapped around my hardness.
There’s a soft moan as she pulls her mouth away from mine.
“Take me home, Brad,” she says, the words husky against her throat.
“Home?”
“Yes. I want to go home. With you. Right now.”
And she takes my hand and leads me out the door and into a future that is changed forever because of this moment.
***
“Are you ready?” I ask her, but somehow it feels more like me reassuring myself than her.
I’m sitting on the side of her bed, suit jacket discarded during that first frantic kiss when we arrived home. Shoes are kicked off and my shirt is half unbuttoned.
She, however, is still in her heels and her dress, that goddamn cock-hardening, stuff-of-my-sex-dreams dress, hugging every inch of her curvy body. The low V-neck teases me with a hint of that deep, deep valley between her breasts that I want to suffocate myself in. She walks over to me, kicking her heels off and pushing herself between my legs, spreading my knees apart. Somewhere in the ten-minute ride home back to her car, the power shifted, and now she controls everything. And I’m hers.
Her hands are on my shoulders, her hair falling over us. It reminds me of the hundreds of times we’ve rolled around in the grass, on the bed, play wrestling and tickling each other, her mane a cascade of curls hiding us from the world. In the back of my mind, I wonder how I had restrained myself from kissing her. Because nothing could possibly stop me now.
She must have the same thought because her mouth is suddenly on mine. Already it feels like the most natural action in the world-as if nothing else makes sense unless we’re breathing each other’s air.
Just as I wonder how much longer I can kiss her before needing breath, she pushes on my chest and steps back from the bed. I grab her hand, and she shakes me off, her eyes locked on mine, telling me not to worry, she’s not going anywhere.
She reaches around her back and I hear the metallic sound of a zipper sliding down its track. She starts to wriggle and pull on the front of her dress. Reluctantly it grabs onto every curve of her body, not wanting to leave her, and I don’t blame it. But soon, she’s standing here, in only a soft pink lace G-string and dangling gold earrings, and there’s really only one thing left to do.
“I love you, Butter,” I whisper to her and pull her onto the bed.
Emily
Present Day
“We’re here, love. Let me get out and help you with your bags.”
The Uber driver stands by the side of the road waiting for me with my suitcase and I realize I can’t hold it off any longer. I’m going to have to get out of the car. And then into that tour bus over there. Where he is. Where he’ll be for the next six weeks.
“Emily!”
There’s a friendly female voice greeting me as I wave goodbye to the driver.
I turn around and just in time to almost fall over as she knocks me to the side in a big hug.
“Um, hi,” I stutter, a little intimidated. She pulls away, still grinning, her face warm and open. And my nervousness melts away. I love this woman already. I recognize her as Sebastian’s new fiancee and from her picture in the album cover as a guest artist, but she’s so much…more in person.
“I’m Cadence! It’s going to be so good to have another female around. Between Hailey and I we’re just about even in battling the boys, but you should push us over into winning territory!”
I shade my eyes from the sun so I can look at her face, so animated. “Oh…what are we competing for?”
“Everything, babe. Everything. Now come on! Let me introduce you to everyone.”
“Er-”
“Oh, that’s right! You know everyone already. In that case, come on! I can’t wait to hear about what they were like in high school.” She grabs my big suitcase and walks toward the buses, I hurry my pace to a quick trot to keep up with her.
“Well, they were loud, annoying, ridiculously good-looking… and they knew it. They couldn’t hand in homework if their lives depended on it, but they didn’t care because they were going to be music gods.”