Claiming Addison (24 page)

“I’m sorry, Talon, I just. Crap, I’m sorry.”

He kisses me on the cheek. “I know, it’s okay. Remember, smile.”

“That’s my line,” I say with a smile.

“Maybe, but this is your first press gauntlet.”

“No argument here,” I laugh and I take Kyle’s hand in mine as Mills opens the door and I am assaulted with screams, camera flashes and a desperate desire to run away. When I signed on for this gig, I never imagined sharing a bed with any of them, let alone walking a press gauntlet, as Talon’s girlfriend I guess, since he refuses to let my hand go as I slide across the seat. Kyle, on my other hand, is my grounding force and it’s a heady balance and it is certainly one that can get me through anything.

When I stand from the car, the flashbulbs are blinding, the cheers grow louder and the reporters start shouting. “Mr. Carter, is this your girlfriend? Is this your woman? Why did you duet with her tonight?” Wonderful! I scream in my head, but Talon does what I’ve told him.

He moves forward so that Kyle can climb out. I refuse to let him go and Talon doesn’t seem to mind as the three of us slide inside the downtown Phoenix nightclub.

The club is packed and we enter to a roar from the crowd. There are signs everywhere for the record, the album and the label. Now I see why it was so important that we come to this party. It’s sponsored by the label itself. It has to be. Now, I’m even more nervous. I hope they’re not here and just sent the banners and such to be set up. Though it may be sponsored by the label, doesn’t mean the drinks are free. Usually they slap their posters up and that’s about it.

Talon ushers Kyle and me over to where the rest of the band is. For the first time since San Diego, Peacock has a chick on his lap and I wonder what happened with Jess, but shrug it off. Peacock is a good looking guy and the bass player of a very popular band; he deserves to have all the girls he wants. It is with that thought I think back to what Talon said earlier about him screwing up and how it will likely happen and there is a thought that passes through my head.
How can I hold him back from being the rock star that he is?
That was maybe the wrong question. I don’t want to hold him back from being a rock star; I want to hold him back from being a rock star sex god. Granted being a rock star doesn’t mean you fuck anything with legs and a pussy, but should I be tying him down to me? I pray to god I’m not. I know I am not ready for that level of full on commitment. When my gut wrenches at the idea of him with another woman, I have my answer. Mentally, I’m so not ready, however my gut instincts are obviously taking over.

Dex and Mouse are working their usual hoard of women. I roll my eyes. These girls could do so much better. God, they’re not the only ones. Wait, what? God, I need to stop doubting myself, doubting who I am. Out of all these women, Talon is choosing me. Kyle is choosing me and this whole thing isn’t even twenty-four hours old. I’m beating myself up for nothing.

“What do you want to drink?” Talon asks me.

“An Irish Bulldog.”

He raises an eyebrow at me in question. “It’s a Colorado bulldog, add Bailey’s.”

“Ah, okay, what else?”

“Mr. Carver, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to get me drunk.”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

“You don’t need me drunk to get me into bed.”

“Mmm and don’t I know it, but I want you to relax a little,” he says with a smile.

“I’ll start with one.” I smile and he nods.

“Kyle, what would you like?”

“I can get ‘em,” Kyle says.

“No, I want to. What do you want? The usual?” Kyle nods. “I’ll be right back.” Talon kisses me on the cheek but I see him take Kyle’s hand in his and give it a squeeze. Talon’s way of kissing Kyle.

I really hope he does that because he doesn’t quite know how to show affection to Kyle and not because he’s trying to hide himself or his feelings from everyone else. I let it go and remind myself that this is so new, there are too many questions and nowhere near enough answers from any of us right now.

Talon did say, when we talked this afternoon, that he wasn’t going to go kissing Kyle in public, and that what happened behind closed doors was our business, but I have a feeling that it’s going to mean more to both of them if it isn’t just about the sex between the two.

The party is in full swing and I’m working on my fourth Bulldog. Kyle about flips his lid when some random guy shows up with a drink for me. I respectfully decline it and Kyle steps up to push him off. I’m glad Kyle handled it because Talon radiates with anxiety until the guy walks away. Luckily Rusty and Mills are on it. Taking the drink from the guy and taking it back to the bar before he tries to pass it off on someone else. Usually if a guy is going to buy a drink for a woman, it’s through the bartender or the server. Not a guarantee, but certainly a little safer than what he was trying to do.

“Was it drugged?” I ask randomly.

Talon shrugs. “No way to know and because no one saw it, we can’t do anything about it. Never, ever take a drink from anyone, please?”

“I won’t.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Relax, Kyle got it and I wouldn’t have taken it anyway.” I look at Kyle and mouth a thank you and he blows me a kiss. “Besides, I’m draped all over you and he had the balls to bring a drink over here in the first place. He deserves whatever happens to him,” I snicker. I watch as Talon’s lips twitch because he’s fighting a smile.

I’ve been sitting on Talon’s lap for some time. He was getting mobbed by girls and all but begged me to sit on his lap so that they’d stop. I can’t say no to that, but now Kyle is having to deal with it. Mouse finally vacates the couch with his chick, no doubt headed for the bathroom in the back to bang her senseless. As soon as she’s gone I motion for Kyle to take his seat. He gladly comes over quickly and sits right next to Talon. I smile and stretch my legs out onto his.

“Now this is what I’m talking about,” I say quietly and both guys laugh. I nestle into Talon’s lap and rest my head on his shoulder while he gently strokes my back and Kyle’s fingers caress my legs. All the contact points are enough to send me into overdrive. I shiver. “I need you,” I say against Talon’s neck.

“Then let’s go.” He looks at Kyle. “She needs us.”

Kyle moves quickly to stand up and I laugh. These two are too much and I don’t care, I will figure out a way to do this with them, I need them both. I’d take them in the bathroom but I don’t think I can handle that. Not yet anyway. I need a bed.

Talon leads both of us to the back. Mills and Beck are quick to step in front of us, leading us out the back door. It amazes me just how much they know about their surroundings and how easily they read the guy’s intentions before the guys even have a clue what they are.

When we hit the back door, there are a couple of town cars parked out here waiting for the band and we climb in the same as before. “The hotel is across the street,” Mills says as we climb in. “But the car will take you to a private entrance.” He reaches into his pocket. “Here are your room keys and Beck will escort you. I’m going to keep an eye on things here.”

“Thank, Mills,” Talon says as he climbs in. Mills closes the door and we’re off in no time flat. The driver goes a block, turns right at the light, then another right then through an intersection and finally into a parking garage.

Once underneath, all is quiet and Talon hands us each our keys to the suite. “Room seven oh one.”

Beck turns to face us. “The elevator will take us straight to the seventh floor.”

“Perfect. Thanks, Beck,” Kyle says as we pull up to the elevator.

“Wait until the elevator arrives.” Beck climbs out, shuts the door and pushes the elevator button. It opens immediately and he holds it with his hand. Talon opens his door and climbs out. He waits for me.

“No, get in there.” I tell him and he hesitates then goes and slides into the elevator. Kyle and I quickly climb out and we’re able to join him without incident and we’re quickly whisked up to our floor. Beck blocks our exit to make sure the hallway is clear and when it is, he lets us pass. Kyle leads the way, Talon rests his hand on my lower back. The contact sends a shiver of excitement though me as he pushes me along. Beck is bringing up the rear.

It feels a bit dramatic, considering nothing actually happened tonight to warrant their concern. However the flip side of that is if they become too complacent, something is likely to happen and no one is prepared.

We slide into the room and Beck takes his post outside. I wonder if they really stay there all night. Seems a little unfair, and likely ridiculous considering it brings more attention to the room.

No sooner does the door close behind us and I am being pushed against the wall by both Talon and Kyle. One on each hip. “Did you miss me, boys?”

“Yes,” they say in unison and their mouths are quickly all over me. Then, out of nowhere, Kyle wraps his fingers around the back of Talon’s neck, pulling him toward him. Without hesitation from either man, Kyle’s lips land on Talon’s and I melt into a pool against the wall. The kiss is soft, but yet very masculine if there is such a thing. There’s no tongue, but there doesn’t need to be. Their lips are moving in sync with one another and I’m speechless as my pussy weeps down the inside of my thigh.

I could almost be jealous of their kissing, mainly because their arms are holding each other and I’m just an innocent, very turned on bystander. Fuck, it’s hot. I can’t even find the words to describe the beauty of these two men kissing each other, but there just are no words.

I watch as Kyle’s hands begin to work at the buttons on the leather vest Talon is wearing over his t-shirt. If I wasn’t so horny and unable to move, I would take a seat and watch the show, but I can’t because I’m mesmerized to the point of it being hypnotizing. Once Kyle has the vest undone, he slides it from his shoulders. As soon as Talon is free, he goes for Kyle’s shirt. Pulling it free and lifting it over his head.

Kyle doesn’t hesitate in lifting his arms and Talon quickly tosses the shirt to the floor. Now bare chested and exposed a couple feet in front of me, I can truly appreciate the tattooed beauty that is Kyle Black. His pecs are well defined, his skin pulled tight against the muscle below the surface. He has beautiful brown nipples in contrast to the light chest hair along his breastbone. He has a dragon over his left pec, right near his heart.

He’s sleeved from shoulder to wrist with various objects, symbols that one day I hope to ask him about. On his left shoulder, something catches my eye. Mixed in with the mosaic of colors and designs is a name. One name. Daniel. Whether for his father or his brother, either way, it’s beautiful. I bat back tears.

Kyle goes for the hem of Talon’s shirt, pulling it up and he breaks the kiss to remove his shirt. Talon is equally beautiful in a different kind of way. He’s very muscular. Including a beautiful six pack and that gorgeous V that I just want to lick and kiss. My mouth is watering but I’m too entranced to move.

Talon’s hands are rubbing along Kyle’s chest and down to his stomach and I whimper. My pussy is ready to be touched and I am so close to doing it myself. Just watching these two strip each other is the hugest turn on. Watching them touch and caress each other. Shivers run through me and I shake in anticipation of what they’re going to do next.

“You think we might want to pay attention to our girl?” Talon breathes against Kyle’s lips.

Kyle smiles. “I think she’s enjoying herself watching us. My guess is that she’s about ten seconds away from sliding her hand under her panties.”

Talon laughs and I snort, “Eleven seconds at least.”

They both look at me. “You’re so full of shit. I saw you shiver,” Talon says. “Were you hoping we’d forgotten about you so you could watch?”

I moan and nod. They both grab one of my hands and start to lead me toward the bedroom. I am so wrapped up in their shirtless bodies that I don’t bother looking around the suite. “We will never forget about you. But it was one hell of a show, wasn’t it?” Kyle teases me with a grin.

“Umm, yeah,” I breathe. “And I was about four seconds away from stuffing my hand down my pants.” I laugh and the dirty looks in their eyes tells me that I’m in real trouble.