Rush (Pandemic Sorrow #2) (13 page)

I leaned down, placing my hands on her knees and squeezing.

She backed away from me as much as she could, the fluffy pillows on her couch almost swallowing her. “There’s not.”

I rolled my eyes and groaned, then got on my knees, forcing her thighs apart with my hands as I placed my lips a single breath from hers. I intensely stared at her in silence, the tip of my nose brushing against hers and my fingers digging into her legs. “Really?” I laughed, barely touching her lips with mine. “Nothing?” I whispered the words over her mouth as my hands crept up her thighs.

I heard her swallow and she closed her eyes, pulling her lips in as she hummed , “Mm-mmm.”

She was fighting it. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t kind of like that.

I brushed my fingers behind her ear, tucking the short, wispy pieces of her hair behind it. “You’re lying. I don’t like it when you lie, Jules.”

She said nothing, just sat there, eyes clenched and lips still tucked safely away.

I maneuvered my mouth to her neck and laid them against her warm flesh, and my grip on her leg tightened. As I trailed my tongue down her neck, her head tilted to the side. The movement was so slight, I don’t even know that she was aware her body had reacted to my touch.

I laughed against her skin in order to appear completely in control. The warmth of my breath washed back against my face, and I fought to keep my hands from shaking and revealing how fucking nervous I really was. I traced my tongue over her jaw, then back to her ear, gently licking over her earlobe before I nipped at it and whispered, “Show me there’s nothing here. Prove it to me.” Sucking in a quick breath, I moved in front of her face. “And if you can make me believe that fucking lie, I’ll leave you alone. I promise.”

I felt her plump lips roll out from underneath her teeth, and I didn’t wait for what she had to say; I crushed my mouth over hers. I just held my lips against hers for a brief moment, and then she opened her mouth and my tongue slipped inside. Her hands found their way to my back, up my neck, and into my hair, wadding it up inside her fists. She tilted her head to the side and her tongue wound around mine, and then she sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and let go. All the tension in her melted away and I leaned into her, pulling her head to mine, my fingers massaging the back of her neck. She fell back on her couch, and I pressed my body over hers.

Kissing down her neck, I pushed her shirt up toward her chin and felt roughly up her, gliding my palms over her breasts and to her shoulders, only to come back down and grope her tits.

I glanced up and caught her staring at me. I reached for the top of her pants, and she lifted her hips to grant ease as I tugged them down. Tossing them on the floor, I slowly rubbed over her smooth legs up to her damp panties. I slipped one finger beneath the edge and smiled; I felt like I had her just where I wanted her.

“So, it feels like there
is
something here. Hmm?” I smirked.

Jules sighed and rubbed her hands down her flushed cheeks. “Yeah, Rush. I’m attracted to you.” She sounded angry, pissed that she had no control over her physical reaction to me. “You’re sexy as hell, and you know how to grate my nerves just the right way.”

I smiled, laughed, and then dipped my finger into her wet pussy. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Fuck, Jules. I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Shock flew over her face, and I realized I’d just gone normal guy on her. The rock star part of me never would have let the word “gorgeous” fly out of my mouth. No, that guy would have said her tits made his dick hard, or better yet, he would have commented on how sweet her hot-ass pussy was; but my nerves, my feelings, had gotten to me and I was caving. I was losing control, but really, I didn’t care.

“What?” I slipped another finger inside her, relishing in the way she felt around it. I loved how soft she was, how feminine and pure she seemed to me. “You
are
gorgeous, beautiful, fucking stunning.”

Jules’ teeth clamped down on her pink lips. “You know we can’t do this?” That sentence came out as a breathy plead, a question instead of a definitive statement. “Right, we can’t.”

I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath through my nose, pumping my fingers into her. I placed my thumb over her swollen clit, circling it and putting just a small amount of pressure on it. “We can do whatever the hell we want.” I leaned down and swiped my tongue over her, the unmistakable taste of that part of her wetting my tongue.

She managed to get out, “The label…” before she fell silent and squirmed a little on the couch, knocking the throw pillow to the floor.

I looked up briefly, arched a brow, and chanted, “Fuck. The. Goddamn. Label.”

My mouth instantly found its way back between her thighs, covering her and gulping down her taste. I shook my head, forcing my tongue as deep inside her as I could, the warm muscles swallowing it and shooting a rush of blood throughout my body.

She grabbed my head and tugged on my hair, moaning when I sucked her clit into my mouth and rolled it between my teeth.

My dick was fucking hard and throbbing, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was fuck her with my mouth. I wanted her legs to clamp around my neck and her hands to pull fistfuls of my hair out.

Her fingers flexed, then released a little. “We can’t fuck…” She stopped to suck in a deep breath coated with a groan.

“You’re right.” I licked across her, causing her hips to buck. “Not until you get off this way, then I’m gonna fuck you.” I buried my face harder between her thighs and let a moan go over her. Her knees tightened around my shoulders and I pulled away, panting over her, “You taste so fucking good.” I gave her one long lick, swiped my tongue over my lips to savor every drop she’d let go of, then groaned again when I dove back into her.

“We can’t say…”

She moaned and collected herself.

“We can’t say fuck the label. We can’t do this.” She said this all while pulling my face against her pussy and scratching her nails over my scalp.

My tongue was all over her, licking deep inside her before skirting over her lips to her clit. I finally took most of her in my mouth, concentrating the tip of my tongue on that tiny ball. I loved the way it felt rolling under my tongue. That sensation made parts of me want nothing more than to slam her around on things like a caveman. I let the barbell slip over her, and her legs jerked back.

I loudly sucked her back into my mouth and sunk my fingers into her. Within seconds, she tightened around me and her back arched, her knuckles making a soft thud when her arm went limp and fell to the floor. She gasped, pulling in deep and ragged breaths mixed with moans.

I had only just sat up, wiping her off my chin when she shook her head and closed her thighs, her hand attempting to cover that beautiful pussy. “We can’t keep doing this.”

I glanced up at her. She was staring at the wall behind the couch.

“We can’t
not
keep doing this, sweetheart.”

Her head snapped around, and she looked a little defeated. “We can’t, Rush.”

“Uh-uh. I fucking like you. You fucking like me. This…” I waved my hand over her. “You. I
want
you.”

Jules’ lips formed a soft smile. “Rush, you aren’t a guy that I can mess with. I know better.”

“Too late for that. You’ve messed with me.” She stared at me, and I knew she was trying to find a way out of this. “No!” I said. “Fuck the label. They don’t even have to know.”

Jules narrowed one eye on me, her head cocking to the side. “You think we could keep this from them?” She snickered. “Really? That’s hilarious.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at her. “Unless they caught us fucking, how would they know?”

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off, then made my way to her.

Opening her legs, she said, “I’ll lose my job if they find out about this.”

I leaned into her, the head of my dick kissing her entrance. “If you lose your job, I’ll pay you. You can be my live-in sex slave. Now, enough talking. I have years of wet dreams you got to make up for.”

I slammed into her, my hips crashing against hers, and the way this felt—I knew I was fucked. The blissful feeling transcended a physical need and bled itself into my fucking soul. This was how sex was supposed to be, fulfilling and damn near crippling.

*****

I pulled the sheets back and crawled into her bed. Everything in her place was so feminine. The sheets were a soft lavender and smelled like girly perfume—like candy and flowers. It smelled like Jules and I loved that smell.

Sinking into the mattress, I looked over at her. She was watching me almost like I was some damn wild animal at a zoo.

I laughed. “What?”

All she did was smile and continue to stare at me.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, placing my arm around her and pulling her over to my bare chest.

“Hmm, well, I look at you like this a lot, you’ve just never caught me.” The corners of her lips spread further across her face.

I traced over her shoulder and felt my lips form a deep grin. “So, you using my lines now?” I paused and, without thinking it through completely, blurted out, “Why have you made me wait for this? Huh, Jules? Why?”

As soon as that stupid pussy-ass comment burst out of my mouth, my pulse sped up and I had to fight to keep the red heat from washing over my skin. I placed my chin on the top of her head just to make sure she couldn’t see the slightest hint of embarrassment on my face.

“Rules, Rush, rules. Plus, you’re…well, you’re
you
. You’re pretty much a whore.” One side of her mouth flipped up, and she shrugged. “Sorry, but it’s true.”

I pulled away from her and grabbed her cheeks, stroking my thumb over the edge of her plump lip. “I wouldn’t have been if I’d been with you.”

I watched her pupils dilate, then quickly constrict. That comment had confused and stunned her, I’m sure. But it was the truth.

“Look,” I said, sucking in a nervous breath, afraid she may think I was moving too fast, that I would seem completely desperate; but sometimes you just have to say fuck it all and be willing to sacrifice yourself to get what you want. “I know you. I know what you look like when you fall asleep, completely exhausted from keeping our shit together. Hell, I’m the one that tosses that ratty blanket of yours over you half the time on the tour bus. I know what pisses you off; I know what makes you laugh. I know that you snort when you find something hilarious
or
repulsive. I’ve watched you cry because a dipshit hurt you. Your favorite color is lavender—not purple. You wait all year for those damn pumpkin spice lattes from Starbucks, and you ask them for an extra pump of syrup. You think flowers are a waste of money, you only eat
white
chocolate because dark chocolate gives you migraines, and you’re terrified of Chihuahuas.” I pressed my mouth to hers briefly. “Who the hell is afraid of the Taco Bell dog?”

Giggling, she said, “Those are some mean little fuckers.”

I nodded. “You pretend like you’re a badass, and you are, but you’re a lot softer than you let on. I know
you
, and I like every damn piece of you.” My eyes studied her face. “I want a reason to be done with my past.”

She fidgeted with the comforter and nervously picked at a loose thread, blinking back tears as her eyes watered up. Shifting her head on her pillow, she let out an impressed laugh. “I knew it was you that covered me up.” She laughed again, louder this time. “And that is one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth. Shit, Rush. I like you, I’ve liked you, and I like this,” she said, pulling herself closer to me, her hand rubbing over my biceps and across my chest. “God, do I ever like the way this feels...”

“It feels right,” I blurted out.

She closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. “We just can’t let James find out, and,” she huffed, “we can’t get too serious.”

I was a little offended with that last comment. Wrinkling my brow, I asked, “Too serious?”

“Yeah, I’m not getting hurt.”

“You think I’m gonna fucking hurt you?”

She shrugged, releasing her hold on me. “You have a job that
requires
you to fuck other women. You are a
known
whore with no regard to who you stab with that cock of yours.” She stopped to mumble, “Actually, you all are,” under her breath before bringing her eyes to mine. “How serious can I be with a guy who has to fuck fans as part of his contract?”

This was all stupid as hell. “They can’t tell me what the hell to do. And what about Jag? He’s all shoved up that Roxy girl’s ass. I mean, hell, he made out with her on the stage. He called off the fuck-and-sucks,
and
you let him. He’s off the market. Jag Steele has gone monogamous; if that’s not fucked up our appeal, I don’t think my turning down pussy will do any damage.”

Jules drew in a breath, her breasts rising sharply before she released it. “Oh, yeah. James isn’t happy about that, at all. He thinks it’ll run its course, and if it doesn’t he’ll find some way to make it. You guys are money to him—to the label. My God, you guys pull in more money than our other top three bands combined. You think James is gonna let any of you do anything that messes with that?”