Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series) (27 page)

“But what?” He pushed my legs apart and moved between them. I was sure my juices had leaked out, and that he could see them.

I opened my mouth, then closed it.

“Tell me what you want, Dandelion.” He dragged his fingers along my thighs up to my ass. He took the cheeks in his hands and massaged them, pulling my pussy lips apart as he did.

I moaned.

“That’s not enough. I need you to say the words.” He leaned over, his erection pressing into my ass. His face was above mine. I could feel his breath against my cheek and smell the chocolate and strawberry on it. “Would you like me to be finished?”

“No,” I said.

“Good. Then what?”

I swallowed. “I want you to push aside my thong and use your fingers down there.”

I heard him smile. “Down where? You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“My pussy.”

He kissed my cheek. “I would be honored.” He pushed himself onto his knees and moved my thong to the side. Ever so slowly he slid one finger inside.

I moaned. Couldn’t hold back any longer.

“God, Dandelion, you’re so fucking wet.” He slid his finger in and out several more times, then rolled me over.

I opened my eyes. They immediately went to the huge tent in his boxer briefs. I checked his eyes. They were fixed on my pussy. He pushed my legs father apart and I felt my pussy lips open wide, my thong pulling to one side. “You’re beautiful everywhere,” he said, leaning down and kissing my clit, licking the area around it and suckling.

I wasn’t trying to be quiet anymore. I was about ready to orgasm. “That feels so good,” I moaned.

Cage pressed a finger inside.

“Oh god, I’m going to come.”

He slapped my clit lightly while he continued to finger me. The sensation surprised me in the most amazing way. It sent my orgasm over the edge.

“Fuck!” I arched my back, pushing myself onto Cage’s finger.

When my orgasm waned, he took his finger out and brought it to his nose. “You smell delicious. Better than the strawberry. I wonder…” He climbed off the bed and picked up a chocolate covered strawberry. I raised an eyebrow.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do,” I said.

He climbed back on the bed. With one hand he spread me open. With the other he sank the strawberry into my hot well while rubbing my clit. Then he brought it to his mouth and ate. While he chewed, he said, “Hmmmmm, so fucking good.” He brought the rest of the strawberry to his lips and held it there. “Want some?” He bent over, offering it to me. I suckled it away from him. As I did he pressed his hard cock against my pussy.

I gasped, so ready for him to be inside.

“What do you want now, my sweet Dandelion?” His eyes were locked on mine.

“You inside me,” I whispered.

He groaned, pressing himself against me harder. “I’m so fucking glad.” He quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom. When he came back he was naked and holding a condom.

His cock was enormous.

I felt my eyes get big. “But first I want you in my mouth.”

He came to the edge of the bed, leaned down and kissed me. “I would love that.” He helped me get on my knees. I took him in my hand and put the tip of his erection to my lips. Then I slid my mouth down as far as I could take him.

Cage groaned. He put his hands on my hair and I froze. I still had the wig on. He took it off along with the cap, letting my own hair flow free. I went back to pleasuring him, using my hand, my spit, my lips, and my tongue to make his cock bigger than it already was. My mouth was stretched. I took him to the back of my throat. I could feel his body tightening.

“God, that feels good. Shit.” He reached over my back and grabbed my thong, tugging slightly so the material pressed into my pussy.

I moaned. “I want to fuck you, Cage.”

“You want to be on top?”

I nodded. He moved over to the bed, put on the condom, and lay on his back. His cock stood at the ready. I was nearly mesmerized by it as I climbed on, wondering if I could handle him. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, Dandelion.” He steadied me as I took the full length of him in. “Damn, I’m not gonna lie, you feel amazing. I may not last long.”

I didn’t respond, not because I didn’t like what he said, but because I was focused on the feel of him filling and stretching me. When I’d finally taken all of him, I was surprised. I’d completely sheathed his length and thickness. It felt amazing.

“Move slowly,” Cage said, his eyes studying me with concern.

I tucked my knees next to his body and began to move, gradually allowing the tip of him to rub inside me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. My body responded quickly. My breathing picked up.

Cage reached out and pulled me toward him as he lifted his head. “I need to kiss you, Dandelion.” His tongue dove into my mouth.

I kissed him back with the same ferocity while I moved on top of him. “Cage,” I moved into his mouth.

His fingers found my nipples. He pinched and rolled them into tight points.

“God, you feel good,” I moaned, sitting up and placing my hands on his twenty-pack. I’d explore those more fully another time, when the action happening between my legs wasn’t so fucking amazing.

“So do you.” His head fell back against the pillows while his hands found my hips. He pulled me down and moved me forward at the same time.

I smiled and gasped and bit my lip at the same time. “What did you do? That felt incredible.”

Cage smiled back. “That is how you have the most unbelievable orgasm of your life.”

I followed his lead, rocking faster and faster. “Oh fuck.” A mewling sound came from somewhere inside. The feeling was so intense, so mind blowing. I hadn’t really understood the term until that moment.

Cage’s eyes were on mine. It was obvious he was feeling what I was, at least, by the look on his face, I thought so. “Don’t stop. God, whatever you do, don’t stop.” 

“I won’t,” I whispered, sinking ever deeper on him. I was in a perfect rhythm and I never wanted the feeling to end, but I was close to orgasm. So close. Fuck.

“That’s it, Dandelion. Come for me.”

His words sent me spiraling. My orgasm crested, shaking my whole body with tremors of ecstasy. Cage tilted his head back, grasping my thighs as he came.

As my orgasm subsided, I slowed.

“Dandelion, you’re so damn sexy.” Cage pulled me down and kissed me softly on my smiling mouth. “That was so fucking amazing.”

I took his bottom lip between mine and suckled. “Yes, it was.” I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against his. 

“Let’s take a shower.” Cage helped me climb off.

There was a knock at the door.

“Shit. That’s probably Chloe.” I dove for my wig. “What should we do?”

Cage ran into the bathroom. I followed. He got rid of the used condom. “Grab a towel and wrap your hair in it.”

I didn’t think, just followed his instructions. 

“Put on this robe,” he said when I finished. He’d taken it from a hanger near the shower.

I threw it on, ignoring the fact that it was too big. Once it was tied, Cage handed me a pair of matching slippers. “’Kay, go.”

I took a deep breath, remembering my southern accent. And my name? Sara? Serena? Samantha! My name was Samantha and I was from some southern state.

When I reached the door, I took another breath and put a smile on my face, then opened it.

There was no one there, just a basket filled with fruits and baked goods wrapped in yellow cellophane. I picked it up, closed the door, and took the basket to the table. There was a note. I took the card from the envelope and read. “Oh my god.” I felt the paper drop from my hands. My knees buckled and gave out, and I crumpled to the floor.

End of Traitorous Heart 5…

TRAITOROUS HEART

Volume 6

CHAPTER 1

Griffin

The fligh
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from New York to LA was long and tedious. I’d chosen not to charter my private jet because I didn’t want Mr. Warren to catch wind of my wealth and think I was cocky, or arrogant, or, worst of all, that I wasn’t hungry. Not that it should matter, but what Mr. Warren thought of me, of Crushed Velvet, mattered a whole hell of a lot. I wanted him to believe I could be a singer for the masses, that the band could produce hit after hit, like Maroon 5 or Coldplay or the Beatles. That I wasn’t a rich asshole who always got what he wanted or lived large off Daddy’s money. Even if that wasn’t true. I’d dealt with the assumptions all of my life. I could tell him I had my own money, but no one would care. The whole scenario was probably stupid, but that was why I booked us all tickets on a commercial flight. The plane was filled to capacity and too hot.

Where was the air conditioning on this thing?

After an hour in the air I regretted my choice, so fucking badly. And I knew the guys regretted it too. Hammond and Eddie sat in the row across from Brian and me. They kept shooting me daggers. And I couldn’t blame them. The seats were crowded, the alcohol was cheap, and the cabin smelled of urine because we were so close to the bathroom.

“Griff, dude. I hope this isn’t how we’re travelling home,” Brian whispered.

“Your daddy gonna foot the bill for us to fly back on his company jet?” I asked, resting my head against the seat. The kid behind me kicked my chair, rocking me forward. Then he kicked it again. Or shoved it. I wasn’t sure what the fuck he was doing back there, but I was about ready to lose it. And why the hell had I chosen coach? First class would’ve been better. I took a deep breath. No, the five of us wouldn’t be travelling this way again. Ever.

But that didn’t mean I had to stop giving Brian shit about it. The truth was, the money I threw around for the band had gotten out of hand to the point that they expected me to foot the bill for everything. Not that I minded. But, okay. I did mind a little. It’d be nice if someone else would pick up dinner or pay for the booze once in a while. At least Brian could. His dad was just as wealthy as mine, and he wasn’t as vocal about how much he hated the music scene as my dad. It was probably because Brian’s dad was rarely around. It was a known fact he had several mistresses all over the world.

Apparently Brian’s mom was okay with it because she stayed—although I doubted she was keeping her wedding vows, either. I’d seen her getting friendly with a tennis instructor, her gym trainer, and other random men at various times. Brian called his parents’ marriage one of convenience.

The other guys were barely making ends meet, working odd jobs during the day. I knew they were highly committed to Crushed Velvet’s success.

“I’ll ask him if you want,” Brian said, his voice hesitant.

I cracked an eyelid. Brain studied me like I was a foreign object. “What, man?”

“You seem off.”

I rolled my head away. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was discussing Katie or any of the other bullshit going on in my head with him.

“Dude, you shouldn’t keep all that shit bottled up. My therapist says—”

“I don’t give a fuck what your therapist says.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. It was time to change tactics. He knew how to push my buttons, sure. But I knew how to push his as well.

“Did your lawyers have to fuck every person in the D.A.’s office to get you off the hook as a suspect in Reid’s murder investigation?”

Brian stiffened, glancing around to see if anyone had heard. “No. Damn. There wasn’t any evidence to hold me anyway. I didn’t do it.” He punched me in the thigh. “I figured you knew that.” He pressed the overhead button to get the attendant’s attention. He’d just gotten a drink and it was empty.

“I know, but I’m not the prosecution.” I knew Brian hadn’t killed Reid. Murder wasn’t in his nature any more than it was in Birdy’s. Brian had told me several times that he liked Birdy, but he hadn’t been to see her in jail. Said he couldn’t bear to see his little bird in a cage, whatever the fuck that meant. I knew it was because he’d already moved on. She’d been a good time. Brian was a decent guy, but I’d never known him to stay with one girl in high school or since. He was his father’s son. Couldn’t fault the guy for that.

The attendant came over. Brian shook his glass at her. “Can I get another vodka on the rocks?”

“Sure.” The attendant glanced at me as she took Brian’s glass. “You want anything?” Her pale skin smelled of too much perfume and there was red lipstick on one of her front teeth.

“I’m good. Thanks.”

“Excellent,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She straightened, pulled down her vest, and walked to the front of the cabin.

“Man, why you gotta be such a douche? It isn’t cool.”

I pulled out my phone and, even though I knew I couldn’t call or text, I checked both sections anyway. Nothing from Katie. Dammit. It pissed me off that I cared if she’d called. I’d never given other women much thought, except when it concerned what they could give me. If one called and I wasn’t busy, I’d hook up. It was part of the fun of being a musician, part of the fun of being me. With Katie it was different.