All the Broken Pieces: (Broken Series Book 3) (33 page)

Shit. That reminded me, I needed to call Mar and check in. I’d been calling every few days since she left but more often than not, Bonnie would intercept the call and curtly announce that Marilee was resting. It wouldn’t do any good to call her out on her bullshit, so I let it go.

For now.

Brant placed a possessive hand on my upper arm, steering me through gaps in the crowd and shielding me from the irate jabs of the travel weary. Eventually, with much struggle and a few exchanged words, we emerged into the chilly evening air. I immediately stepped to the curb to flag a taxi to get me the hell out of there but Brant once again snared my arm.

“No cabs for us, gorgeous.” He turned me to the left and swept a hand in the direction of the long, sleek limo gliding effortlessly into an open spot near where we stood. “Your chariot awaits, birthday girl.” He pulled me in for a brief but searingly hot kiss before tugging me toward the limo.

The driver stepped from behind the wheel and strode around to open our door, shaking Brant’s hand as he drew up beside him, both men turning to watch me as I timidly stepped up to the waiting vehicle. I’d never been in a limo before. Brant, with his easy smile and relaxed posture, clearly had. I had to pretend this was no big deal. No point acting all googly-eyed over a damn car, no matter how extravagant it was.

Brant stepped ahead of the driver, not giving him the chance to assist as he held out a hand and lovingly helped me slip into the dark interior. The men exchanged a few hushed words and the driver handed Brant an envelope, which was already disappearing into his coat pocket even as he climbed in beside me.

“Tickets for the event?” I asked, unable to control the impulse. I needed to get a look at those things.

“Something like that.” He smirked in the dim light. “And didn’t I say no more questions?”

I glanced up, feigning innocence. “You just asked me a question about my questions. Why are you allowed to ask questions and I’m not?”

“Is that another question?”

I threw my hands up in surrender and frustration. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. I give up. Take me wherever you want.”

He laughed, tossing his head back and holding his stomach. “You are so damn cute when you’re mad.” His eyes lingered on my cleavage a moment as he reached over to close the partition between us and the driver. “So, since I can
take you
wherever I want… how about a limousine?”

My breath drew in, slow and even, fighting for patience, fighting against the urge to slap him, fighting against the urge to mount his smug face and ride the hell out of it. The man drove me crazy. “I don’t know how you can be horny again after what we did in that teeny tiny bathroom no more than an hour ago.”

“All it takes is close proximity to that gorgeous body of yours. I’ve had a perpetual hard-on for months.” He tugged me close to his side, his breath in my hair as he whispered, “And now that I can get inside you whenever I want, I always want to be inside you.”

“Who said you can have me whenever you want?” I breathed, proud of the control in my voice.

He snaked his hand between my legs, pressing the edge of his palm against my core. “You didn’t have to say it. Because I know without even checking that you’re wet right now. Because every time I mention how much I want you, how much I want to lick you and tease you and bury myself in you, you make this incredibly soft mewling noise in your throat. I don’t even think you realize it. The sound just slips out every time you remember what it feels like to have me in you. You clench your thighs together and make involuntary sounds at the mere thought of me fucking that tight pussy of yours. So, are you actually saying that you could ever deny me?”

This time I heard it. I heard the sound, though I was helpless to stop it. As he spoke, I felt every word all the way down to my core. When he said lick, I felt his tongue. When he said tease, I felt his rough fingers circling my entrance. When he spoke of thrusting inside me, my pussy actually throbbed beneath his unmoving palm.

My breath became ragged in my ears as I slowly closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations still skittering across my flesh.

“Will you deny me?” Brant’s voice was hoarse, strained.

I could feel him shifting beside me but I kept my eyes closed, a sign of my trust. “No. I’m yours.” My own voice was gravelly and thick with arousal.

His hand left my core as he moved to kneel between my parted legs. I still hadn’t opened my eyes but the way both his hands were suddenly grasping my thighs gave away his position. He moved one hand to my waist, tugging playfully at the waistband of my leggings. “I want to lick that sweet pussy dry. Right fucking now. I’m going to strip you naked right there on the seat, spread your legs so wide they ache, and I’m going to eat you until you come all over my face.” He tugged the waistband away from my body and I could feel his breath on my bare belly as he kissed me there. He didn’t take the leggings off yet, instead letting the waistband fall back against my skin.

My eyes remained closed.

“When I’m done eating you, while you’re still floating and relaxed from coming all over my face… I’m going to flip you face down onto that seat, with that round, tight ass in the air, and I’m going to ram my cock so deep in your pussy that you’ll be screaming my name into the cushions.” He trailed a finger over my cleft, making my legs fall open to give him access. His hand pressed against me, palm over my clit and fingers delving farther and farther down until he was pressing one of them against my ass. “Maybe I’ll take your ass tonight, too. An extra little gift for us both. Hmm… but would you deny me that?” He pushed his finger harder against the tight opening, pressing over my leggings and silk panties. Suddenly, I wanted them gone. I wanted him to do everything he said, all of it.

“No. I’m yours,” I repeated, this time more breathlessly, wantonly. I was openly pressing against him now, grinding into his hand.

He removed his hand and tugged my boots, leggings, and panties off, dragging me to the edge of the seat with great haste. I could feel his breath on my damp skin as he said, “I was going to do this slowly but I don’t want to run out of time. We’ll be there soon and at the very least, I want to go through the rest of the night with the taste of you on my tongue.” He placed both palms on my inner thighs and shoved them roughly apart, making me moan. He lightly flicked my clit with his tongue. “The rest, and there’s going to be a lot, will have to wait until we get to the hotel later.” Flick. “But I will do this again.” Flick. “I love the way you taste. The way you feel against my tongue.” Flick. “The way your whole body shudders when I make you come.” Flick.

“Goddamn it, Brant!” I shouted, eyes flying open to meet his amused stare as he looked up at me from between my legs. “If you don’t shut the hell up and eat me, I’m going to throw you from this moving car!”

He winked playfully and latched onto my clit with his hot mouth, instantly sucking it in as he thrust two fingers inside me, pumping furiously until I was bucking against him on the cool leather seat.

“Fuuuuuuck!” I pressed against him, grabbing a handful of his hair and locking eyes with him as he worked me over with his tongue and fingers. I was getting so close. “Oh, God, yes!” I panted, meeting his fingers thrust for thrust, greedily chasing my orgasm. His other hand had been caressing my right breast but it suddenly disappeared between my legs, and before I even realized it, he’d slipped his left index finger into my ass.

“Jesus!” I groaned, fighting past the initial sting to find that it was really, really fucking good.

He pumped hard with the other hand, adding a third finger to my deliciously stretched pussy while carefully stroking into my ass with the other hand.

“More…” I stretched the word out, a long, tortuous plea.

His responding chuckle vibrated through my entire core, his mouth never leaving my clit as he pressed a second finger into my ass, the burn much more intense with the added intrusion. I hissed between my clenched teeth but didn’t stop returning his thrusts. Discomfort turned to bliss moments later as my body adjusted and I thought I might pass out from the force of the pleasure building inside me.

Just when I didn’t think I could take much more, Brant curled his fingers toward the ceiling. Both the ones in my pussy and the ones in my ass.

My entire body was on fire, bucking, spasming, squeezing, as I came harder than I ever had in my life. Brant’s eyes never left mine, but mine nearly left his. Blackness overtook my vision and robbed me of all but the tiniest tunnel of light. I just kept coming and coming, crying out, screaming his name, grinding against his face, his fingers.

Shit, I was going to pass out.

The orgasm to beat all orgasms finally subsided enough to grant me my vision back, and I found Brant still watching, still sucking lightly on my sensitive clit, still slowly pumping both hands and filling my most intimate places. He brought me down slowly, tenderly, carefully withdrawing his fingers but still giving my clit slow, sweet licks.

“Beautiful.” He muttered against me, pressing sweet kisses against my folds. “There’s nothing else in the world as stunningly beautiful as watching you come.”

He moved away, cleaning his hands with wet towelettes from the small bar before picking up my discarded panties and leggings, tugging them over my limp and wobbly legs with great care and precision. I lifted myself slightly so he could tug them up over my hips, then fell back against the seat with a sigh. “I don’t think I can move the rest of the night.” I muttered, snuggling against him when he resumed his spot at my side.

“You’re gonna have to, gorgeous. I can’t carry you the whole way.”

I peeked one eye open, barely. “The whole way where?”

He reached for my cheek, stroking it with his thumb but was cut off by the intercom before he could answer.

“Mr. Matthews, we’ve arrived. I’ll be pulling up to the back entrance in less than a minute.”

His use of the words ‘back entrance’ made my cheeks flame. Brant looked at me with a sly smile as he pressed the button and answered. “Perfect. Right on time.”

I hurriedly looked over my clothing, worried that I looked disheveled. I took out a compact from my purse and frowned in the low light, unable to see. Brant pushed a button overhead and a light flickered on, not so bright that I was blinded but still enough so I could check my makeup. Not that I was wearing much, but I did manage to get a little on in the airplane bathroom before Brant sneaked in and distracted me with sex.

“You look amazing.”

“I look like I’ve had sex multiple times in the last two hours.” I frowned at my reflection.

“You look amazing,” he repeated, taking the mirror from me. “And you’ll probably be sweating like crazy in a little while anyway, so stop worrying.”

“Sweating? Why?”

“Body heat.” His reply was simple, matter-of-fact. And annoying.

I was about to throw him from the moving car despite his earlier cooperation when we slowed to a halt. The door opened a moment later and Brant climbed out, reaching back for my hand. “Come on, impatient. This is what you’ve been waiting for.”

When I climbed from the car, I was momentarily confused. We appeared to be in an alley or something. Dark, dank, brick greeted me. No signage to announce our location, nothing but an open metal door and a ton of people milling around inside it.

I was peering hesitantly inside when Brant cleared his throat and held out the envelope the driver had given him.

It wasn’t sealed so the contents slipped right out and I was left staring wide-eyed at my gift.

All-access, backstage passes to a sold out Thanksgiving night concert.

A Thrill of the Chase concert.

Laughter bubbled up and spilled over as I practically jumped into Brant’s arms, wrapping my arms and legs around him like an excited child. Much as I’d always loved TotC, I’d never been to one of their concerts. Tickets were notoriously hard to get and usually sold out within minutes. I’d tried two years in a row to get them when the band was playing nearby but never had any luck. The second time I missed out, I’d actually cried.

Yeah, I was that obsessed.

I’d never tell Kade and the rest of the guys that, though.

It hit me all over again.

I’d met the band. Hung out with them. Laughed and joked and talked with them on the phone.

Shit, I’d spent weeks sleeping in Kade Edenfield’s bed.

And tonight, I’d
finally
see them perform in person.

“Babe?” Brant chuckled. “You gonna let go or am I going to have to carry you inside?”

I jumped down and grabbed his hand, dragging him behind me as I charged inside.

“Guess that answers my question.” He laughed, barely keeping up despite his long legs.

When we’d been waved in by the guard and given our badges, I stopped midway down the long hall and turned to Brant, my hands shooting up to grip his face on both sides and pulled his lips down to mine. I kissed him hard and deep before resting my forehead against his. “I love my present. And I love you.”

He winked and slapped my ass. “Better hurry, slow poke. The guys are waiting for you and the concert starts soon.”

I squealed like the fangirl I was and grabbed onto his hand, dragging him along once more.

•••

While hanging out with the guys before the concert, I told them I didn’t want to watch from backstage. They looked at me like I was crazy for a minute but when I explained that I wanted the best view possible and staring at their profiles the whole time just wasn’t it, they laughed and made sure we got a spot in the cordoned off area right up front.

“Anything for the birthday girl,” Lennox had said, grinning lasciviously.

Kane had suggested birthday spankings, gaining a death glare from Brant, who still seemed to feel threatened by the guys. Rock stars or not, they weren’t what I wanted.

The guys all engaged me in conversation, laughing, sharing stories from their Canadian excursions, having a few drinks. It was like the patio back at Kade’s place, only with thousands of screaming fans waiting only a couple hundred feet away. I’d never been happier than those moments backstage, snuggled against Brant’s side, laughing with my favorite band.