Beats of Life (Perception Book 5) (22 page)

My jaw ticks and I clench my fists tight. That fucker had set me up. Obviously in an attempt to get Kylie into his bed.

Kylie slaps Sonny again, leaving a large red mark on his cheek and I storm towards him, ready to unleash my own punishment. Just as I am about to reach him, Kylie steps in front of me, halting my hasty strides.

“I’ve handled it,” she informs softly. Her gleeful eyes stare firmly into mine. I can’t tell if she is happy about teaching Sonny a lesson, or happy because she has just realized I haven’t slept with any groupies since she arrived back in the picture. Either way, I love seeing the happiness in her eyes.

“I think it is finally time to cross number one hundred and fifty-three off my list,” she whispers seductively, triggering my dick to instantly stiffen.

My eyes dart up to Sonny, who looks prepared to run at any moment, before turning back to Kylie’s. She is panting hard that her breasts are moving up and down. Her eyes are overflowing with lust and her cheeks are flushed. She looks the hottest I have ever fucking seen her.

I quickly turn my eyes back to Sonny. “You are lucky I have more important things to handle right now,” I say, shooting daggers at him.

“Pack your shit, you are fucking done,” I continue firmly, before throwing Kylie over my shoulder and storming towards my dressing room.

I might have to send Melanie a bunch of flowers after crossing this one off.

Kylie

One week later….

“Stop it,” I chastise, slapping Slater playfully on his arm. He is chuckling loudly because Jacob just got busted teaching Maddie how to flip the bird by Noah.

We are all gathered in Noah and Emily’s cabin for Maddison’s 1
st
Birthday Party. The rest of the band had travelled back to their home town two days ago, but Slater and I stayed in Los Angeles for an additional two days because we wanted to cross a few more items off my list. We flew in this morning and headed straight to the cabin. My trip back to this side of the country was certainly a different experience compared to two years ago. When I travelled to Melanie’s house, I had caught the bus. It was an exhausting forty-eight-hour trip, but it was the only way I could afford to get all the way over the other side of the country. I had used a majority of my savings paying to have Jenni’s windows replaced on her car. I felt incredibly guilty for the way I had behaved the night before and it was the only way I could offer her my apologizes, without having to confront her in person.

I arrived at the bus station preparing to buy a ticket to travel back to the ranch. I had nowhere else to go and I figured my dad would let me come back home if I turned up with my tail firmly planted between my legs. Just as I walked up to the ticket counter, Melanie called my cell phone. For the past year she had always forgotten about the time difference between our states. When I answered, she squealed so loud I had to pull the phone away from ear. She was drunk dialling me for the hundredth time since our friendship had started. When I burst into tears, her happy slurs soon lessened. I told her everything that had happened, minus the detail that it was an up and coming star that I was leaving. She invited me to her house without a single twinkling of hesitation. I originally declined her invitation. I couldn’t travel across the country on a whim.

“Why not?” she said. I went silent on the phone for a few minutes, trying to think of an excuse.

“What have you got to lose?” she continued.

“Nothing,” I immediately replied.

“Exactly,” she replied. And just like that, the decision was made. I turned up on her door two days later wearing the same clothes I had left the cabin in.

Melanie and I had met on an online forum for people diagnosed with ALL. She was diagnosed just shy of her twenty first birthday and went into remission two years later. We were at Seattle celebrating her remission and it was our final hurrah before I went back to the ranch. We had an instant connection, just like I did with Slater. When I met her for the first time, I realized why we clicked so well. She is a female version of Slater down to the smallest details. Slater laughed loudly when I told him that last week. When his chuckles eventually died down, he nodded his head gently, agreeing with my statement.

When Slater first pulled into the cabin, I tried to hide my smile. Although that night holds a lot of bad memories, it also holds a lot of fond ones as well. It was the first time I met Emily, Jenni and Nicole. They instantly befriended me and treated me like they had known me their whole lives. I never really had female friends growing up and although it was a new experience, I loved every minute of it.

“Do you wanna go for a swim?” Slater whispers into my ear seductively, forcing my eyes to quickly dart to his.

“Isn’t that the pool they got married on?” I reply quietly, hoping that Emily and Noah won’t overhear our conversation. How was I to know when we were christening the pool two years ago that they would end up buying the cabin and get married on that very pool.

“It’s a bit too late to be worried about that now,” he replies quietly in my ear, pulling me back towards him so I can feel his large erection straining against his jeans zipper.

My eyes dart around the room as my pulse quickens. Noah is talking to Jacob on the sofa, Emily and Lola are replenishing the snack tables and Jenni and Nick are playing with Jasper on the ground. There are a few other people hanging around the large living area, but no one I recognize, bar Maggie, but she is too busy taking photos of everyone to notice our private conversation.

“Five minutes,” I whisper quietly, planting a quick kiss on his smiling lips. “And I mean five minutes this time,” I continue, triggering him to chuckle softly.

I quietly slip out of the room unnoticed and within a matter of seconds Slater is on my tail.

He is forever impatient.

****

“I don’t know what I find sexier,” I say, my eyes turning to look at Slater. “You on your bike or in this car,” I continue.

Slater smiles largely, before he revs the engine, sending a nice purr right through my seat. The tingling sensation mimics the feeling my pussy is doing from looking at him sitting behind the steering wheel of his sexy dark grey car. I don’t know much about cars, but this one is nearly as gorgeous as its driver.

I keep my eyes on his profile the whole time he makes the thirty-minute trip from Noah’s cabin to his condo. His eyes continue to flash over to mine and he would offer me a quick smirk before returning them back to the road. I am glad he hasn’t been treating me any different since he found out my secret. Most people normally treat me different. Dominic did. My friends did. Even my parents did. The only people that didn’t were Melanie and Slater. They still treat me like I am me. Not someone that was dying. Not someone that was sick. Just me. 

We pull into a large apartment building that is located near the docks. The whole building looks like an old warehouse conversion. It is very masculine with its exposed brick work and black steel features. It suits Slater to a tee. Tough, rugged and gorgeous. He leans over and pulls down the glove compartment, his hand slightly brushes past my jean covered thigh to hit a button inside. The large black roller door slowly opens to expose an underground garage. Upon entering, my eyes dart around at handful of expensive looking cars and bikes in the garage. Obviously only extremely wealthy people live in this apartment building. Slater pulls into a spare carpark and runs around the car to assist me out. He grasps my hand tightly within his as he swiftly makes his way to the elevator. The elevator is only small in size, which means the sexual energy bouncing between us is even more prominent than normal.

The vision of him driving his sexy car and the purr of the engine is still in the forefront of my mind when I quietly whisper. “There is no elevator attendant this time.”

His eyes dart over to mine and in a matter of mere seconds, he has me pushed up against the elevator wall. His delicious and firm lips explore and taste my mouth like it is the first time they have ever sampled it. He pulls away from our embrace and murmurs a curse word under his breath. I pant, unable to move or speak since his kiss has rendered me speechless. His eyes look up at the security camera mounted in the corner of the elevator, before returning to my face. My tongue darts out to moisten my lips. I’m not trying to tease him it is just my body’s natural reflex when he stares at me with so much lust in his eyes. He smirks seductively, before he quickly pulls his black shirt over his head and throws it up at the camera. He grins largely when his first attempt successfully covers the camera. My soft giggles turn into shallow moans the instant his lips brush against my neck.

“What about the other occupants?” I ask between moans. Slater does live here and I don’t want to make it awkward for him with the other tenants if they walk in on us.

“There is no other occupants. I own the whole place,” he replies, his hand slipping up the back of my shirt to undo my bra with one quick flick. My mouth pops open wide in shock. Not because there are no other occupants, but because he was able to undo my bra so quickly.

“I’m all about the beat baby,” he says cheekily, when he notices the expression on my face.

Once Slater and I have thoroughly christened his elevator, we make our way hand in hand into his large loft. The top floor is massive and the inside matches the exterior. It has lots of exposed brick and black steel. The kitchen is done in black marble and sits in the far right hand corner. The windows that peer over the bay are floor to ceiling high. All the furniture is very masculine and very male. Black leather sofas, a black dining room table with black leather chairs, a black drum kit and even a black billiard table. The whole loft screams bachelor pad. Slater stays quiet, his eyes watch me as I slowly absorb the space.

“How many rooms do you have?” I question. The loft is massive, but it is very open and I can only see two doors located on the far left hand side of the room.

He grins while holding up his index finger.

“How many girls have you brought here?” I question quietly, moving closer to the windows that look out at the docks. The view is spectacular and very private since there is only a handful of old unused boats docked near the marina.

His grin enlarges before he holds up his index finger again. I quickly turn away from him, wanting to hide the huge smile that spreads across my face. He moves behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. We stand in silence for several minutes, watching the sun slowly setting over the water.

“It’s really nice,” I reply quietly, finally breaking the silence.

“Do you want to see the best bit?” he questions excitedly. I smile before nodding my head gently.

He clasps his hand around mine and walks us over towards the elevator we had exited a few minutes ago. I hadn’t notice when we entered, but there is a much larger elevator next to the small one we used.

“Don’t you need a few more minutes?” I question cheekily when he hits the button on the elevator dashboards. He grins largely, but remains quiet as the elevators slowly ascends to the top floor.

The smile on his face enlarges when the elevator dings loudly. I can’t help but giggle when the elevator doors open. There, standing proudly in the very large elevator is Slater’s bike, Gertie. He had it shipped back here three days ago and I knew he was missing her. He waggles his eyebrows before releasing my hand to walk over to his bike. I watch him curiously as he kicks the stand up and pushes her into the living room. Once he has her in a prime position, easily viewable throughout the entire loft, he lowers down the stand.  

“You can’t have a bike in your living room,” I say, laughing softly.

“Why not?” he replies casually. “She likes sleeping inside, don’t you girl?” he continues, his eyes roaming appreciatively over his bike.

I giggle loudly, causing his curious eyes to dart to mine. “Now I understand why you have only had one girl in your loft,” I say giggling. He rolls his eyes before he comes sexily strolling towards me. He is still shirtless since his attempts to remove his shirt from the security camera in the elevator was fruitless.

“I’ve only had one girl in my loft as there has only ever been one girl I want to fuck in my bed,” he says crudely. Even his rudeness can’t stop the excitement that is rapidly building in between my legs. He is standing so close to me that his breath is fanning my heated cheeks. I slowly lick my lips, my eyes darting back and forth between his.

“And what girl is that?” I whisper, staring firmly into his eyes. “Gertie?” I question cheekily, before I dart towards one of the two doors on the other side of his loft.

When I turn my head back to look at Slater, he is standing still in his living area. His mouth is gapped open and he has a shocked expression on his face. It takes him a few seconds to click on to my tease, before his face morphs into a huge grin.

I squeal loudly once he catches up to me.

God, I love being chased by him.