Wicked Indulgence: A Wicked Innocence Novella (4 page)

“You’re hard to work out and people are going to make their own observations about that. Make it work in your favor. Always make it work in your favor,” she repeats. “You should also think about going solo.”

“As in leave the band?” I chuckle. “No fucking way.”

“Why not?” she pushes. “You could go so much further on your own. I’m just saying don’t rule it out.”

I think about what she’s saying and it makes sense. How all this ends is up to me. What I need to do is ride the ride and know when to get off. I need to keep my head straight and not get dragged into all the shit that so many stars before me have.

Only I know it’s not going to be as easy as that. My life outside of singing is a mess, and this is my outlet. I’m stupid if I think I’m not going to do all I can to hold onto that.

The party is in full swing when we arrive. I immediately recognize people, and it feels fucking weird being here in a social situation with them where I’m not the crazy fan. I’m one of
them
. Max calls out my name. I glance around and spot him over by the bar. I chuckle. Where else would he be? I don’t see the other guys, but I know they can’t be too far away.

I tell Lyndall where I’m headed and then make my way over to Max. He slaps me on the back, knocking the glass of whiskey on ice as he shoves it into my open hand. I wipe the spillage from my shirt.

“Had a few already?” I chuckle.

He laughs and denies it, but his glassy eyes tell me I’m right.

“Dude, how fucking crazy is this shit?” he says, looking around in awe. “That’s fucking Michael Ramden over there.”

I turn and see that it is, in fact, Michael, star of one of the biggest TV comedies of the moment.

“Can I steal you away for a moment?”

I turn and see Lyndall smiling at me. Max raises his eyebrows and I shake my head. She’s here to support and help all of us, and while I’m not saying I don’t love the attention, I feel like she singles me out a lot and I wonder what the guys think about that.

I look at Max again and see his attention is no longer on me. I follow his line of sight and laugh. Gemma.

“Sure, no problem,” I say to Lyndall, knowing Max isn’t even going to notice my departure.

We walk over to the door that leads to the inside of the house—or mansion. I’m struck by how fucking huge this place is. Even mid-party, everything is perfect and in place. The sleek gray and neutral tones of the place look fantastic against the modern, top-of-the-line furniture. Everywhere I look is black leather and silver.

“Saxon, this is one of the producers for ACL records, Tinton Reed.”

I snap my attention back to Lyndall and the tall, thin man she’s standing with.

“Hey,” I say. I put out my hand, which he shakes. I’m a bit confused as to why she’s introducing me to a guy from a rival record label when she’s supposed to be working for EML. “It’s, uh, nice to meet you.”

“You too, Saxon. I’ve heard plenty about you,” Tinton says, his eyes darting from Lyndall and back to me. “I’ve been following your success. You’ve got quite a voice. How are you finding everything so far?”

“I’m loving it,” I say honestly. “All I’ve ever wanted is the chance to share my passion, and I’m excited to be able to do that.”

“Have you considered going solo?” Tinton asks, his eyes narrowing through the thin wire frames of his glasses.

“It’s been mentioned, but I think at the moment I’m happy with the band.” I shift awkwardly on my feet. I owe the band so much. I couldn’t just up and leave—not when we’re this close. “Look, I better get back out there to my friends. It was nice to meet you, though,” I say, shaking his hand again.

I stalk toward the door, annoyed at Lyndall for putting me in that situation. Why is she so hell-bent on pushing me out on my own? I don’t get what she gets out of it. Back outside, I scan the room for Max but I can’t see him. I spot Leo and Bazz over by the far side of the pool and head toward them, stopping at the bar for a whiskey, straight, on the way.

“What the hell was that?” Lyndall demands, grabbing my forearm and turning me around. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? That guy you just brushed off is practically royalty in this business.”

“I know who he is,” I reply, my voice quiet. “The person I’m not sure about is you. What’s your angle, Lyndall?”

Her pretty little mouth drops open. “My
angle
?” she repeats.

“Yes. Why are you so determined to push me into going solo?”

“I’ve brought it up once, Sax.
Once
. I had no idea he was going to ask you that in there.”

“Then why were you even introducing me to him?” I growl. “I mean, shouldn’t your loyalties lie with the company that
pays
you?”

I know I need to get away before I say something I really regret. I send Max a text as I’m leaving so he knows not to look for me. Outside, I walk down the street until I hit main road, where I flag down a cab to get me back to the hotel.

Throwing a twenty at the driver, I climb out of the cab and walk through the hotel lobby. I’m too wired to sleep, so I take a detour through to the bar. I order a double whiskey on ice, taking a seat at one of the many stools that line the bar.

“Bad day?” asks the guy as he slides my drink over to me. I take it and lift it to my lips, not in the mood to talk.

“Something like that,” I mutter. I hope he gets the hint and leaves me alone, but before he gets a chance, Lyndall comes stalking over to me.

“What the hell was all that about?” she asks, her pretty face animated with anger. “You can’t treat people like that just because you’re having a bad day.”

I don’t answer, instead I finish the rest of my drink. She laughs and turns to the barman.

“Don’t give him anymore.”

“You think you can stop me?” I laugh.

“As your representation for the label you’re supposed to be loyal to, yes I can. Try me, Sax,” she challenges. Fuck, she’s hot when she’s angry. “Come with me.”

Grabbing hold of my arm, she yanks me off my seat and out of the bar. I’m so turned on by her forcefulness that I forget I’m in a bad mood. We’re barely in the elevator when I launch myself on her, my lips hitting the curve of her neck as she groans.

“Cameras,” she whispers, looking above us as I hitch up her skirt.

“Fuck the cameras,” I growl, ripping her thong clean off her thighs. She gasps as my hands fumble underneath the confines of her shirt, her hands wrapping tightly around my neck.

The doors open. I lift her into my arms and carry her the few steps over to my room. I work the lock like a fucking master while my mouth roams along her neck.

I walk her straight over to the bed and throw her down, lust filling me as her legs spread apart on impact. I nudge them apart further and shrug off my jeans, then I fall down on top of her, my rock hard erection pressing against her entrance.

Leaning over to my night table, I grab a condom and roll it on. She tenses as I thrust myself deep inside her.

“Oh god,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist. With one hand I rip at her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. Reaching behind her back, I unclip her bra, my hand slipping underneath the cup.

I squeeze her nipples, gently at first, but then hard enough to make her gasp. My thrusts deepen, her tightness almost enough to make me explode, but I want this feeling to last at least a little longer.

She throws her head back against the pillows, her mouth parted in a silent scream. Her legs tremble as she comes. I rock myself back and forth, grinding against her wet pussy, making her cry out.

God, she feels amazing. Desire builds up inside me as I watch her squirm beneath me, her sexy breasts perfectly rounded and her nipples taut and erect. Groaning, I curse as my orgasm overcomes me, my cock aching as I release inside her.

“Fuck,” I pant, drawing out.

I lay down next to her, unable to move. That was fucking epic, but I’m paying for it now. The combination of rough sex and too much booze is making me dizzy, and I’m pretty sure I’m seconds away from passing out.

Chapter Six

The next few weeks are intense. I’m on the road so much that I’ve barely seen my family. With the exception of Stace, this isn’t a bad thing. The more I can stay out of my father’s hair, the less crap he can give me.

Tonight we played our last show in New York, where we’d been for the last four nights performing the hell out of ‘My True Romance.’ I’m getting used to being in front of a camera, and with every day the intensity of our followers seems to increase. They’re fucking crazy about us.

“Tomorrow is a big day,” Lyndall points out.

We’re sitting in the lounge of the hotel bar, drinking. Max and Leo have a group of girls cornered, and even from this distance, I can hear Max throwing out words like “rock star” and “Jay Leno.” It takes all of five minutes for the girls to be putty in his hands.

It’s amazing what fame can get you.

“I see Gemma is the last thing on his mind,” Lyndall says, her voice icy.

I laugh. “Max is hardly a one woman guy.”

“Exactly why I was so annoyed that he pounced on my assistant.” She shakes her head and groans. “I
knew
this would happen. God, do you have any idea how fucking clingy women get when it comes to men?”

The frustration in her voice is so evident I can’t help but laugh.

She turns and narrows her eyes at me. “What?”

“You don’t talk like a chick sometimes, that’s all.”

Her eyes fire up. “
Really
? Because I’m not weak and all like ‘
save me, help me you big strong man.’”
She flutters her eyelashes and I laugh. “Excuse me if I don’t fall into a mess every time a guy fucks me over.”

“I get the feeling you don’t give many guys a chance.” I grin.

She shrugs. “Some men you just know by looking at them what they’re going to be like.” She nods her head toward Max. “Perfect example.”

I laugh. “And me?”

My grin widens as her face reddens.

She recovers quickly, staring at me with her steely blue eyes. “What about you?” she retorts.

“I’d say we have something. I’m not sure what it is yet, but you haven’t completely pushed me away.” My hand creeps closer to hers, stroking the inside of her forearm.

She stiffens, staring straight ahead. “I’m going to bed.”

I laugh as she gets to her feet, holding her head high. 

“Are you coming?”

Her boldness shocks me, but not enough to stop me from jumping to my feet. I follow her out of the bar and toward her room. Not once does she look back at me, which for some reason I find a huge fucking turn-on.

We reach number forty-five and she stops, angling her key against the entry lock. It beeps, and then the door pushes open. She throws me a look over her shoulder and raises her eyebrow as if to ask me if I’m coming inside. I grab hold of the door before it closes and follow her in.

Before she can react, I take control. My arms curving around her slender waist, I flick the hair away from her shoulder and run my tongue over her neck. She giggles and turns in my arms, pressing her lips against mine.

I’m hard as fuck—like I am most of the time when I’m around her. Not only is she stunning, funny, and easy to talk to, she’s older than me. There’s something so taboo about fucking an older woman, though I’m sure referring to her as that would earn me a punch in the face.

Her hand slides over the outside of my pants, the sensation against my erection almost unbearable. Her eyes narrow and she smiles. She likes control just as much as I do, and she knows how to wear me down.

Pushing away from me, her fingers wrap around the hem of her shirt. She lifts it over her head and lets it float to the ground. I can’t keep my hands—or my eyes—off her. I unclasp her bra and send that flying across the room. I brush my thumbs over her nipples. She sighs as they tense, tiny goose bumps forming on her creamy white skin.

“Sit down,” she orders, pointing toward the armchair that sits in front of the window. The drapes are open, but we’re so high up it’s not like anyone can see—even if they could I wouldn’t give a fuck.

I sit down. She straddles me, her fingers working to unbutton my zip. I groan as she reaches inside and frees my cock. Her lips curve into a grin as she strokes it, every touch sending my body into overdrive. I have to restrain myself from grabbing her by the hair and forcing myself inside that mouth.

God, those lips.

She gets down onto her knees, and I know what’s coming. I close my eye, my head tilting back as she takes me in her mouth. I’m throbbing, I’m so damn hard.

“I want you to watch me,” she orders. I open my eyes and focus on her face. Her eyes don’t leave me as she takes me in her mouth again. “You taste so good.”

I’m not sure if she means it, but hell I don’t care. She’s on her knees in front of me, sucking on my cock. She can tell me whatever the hell she wants and I’d go with it.

Groaning, I shift in my seat as she works my length, her tongue magical as it curls around my girth. She sucks harder. My heart begins to pound. I’m close, I can feel it. Hell, I was close the moment those lips wrapped around my cock.

“God, yes,” I mutter. I reach for her hair, raking my fingers through her long golden locks, gently nudging myself deeper down her throat. Her eyes sparkle as she moves up and down. Seeing her love this so much makes it even hotter. There’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows her way around a man.

“Oh, yeah,” I gasp. My body jerks as I release in her mouth. Her hands clutch my waist as she takes me all in, sucking and licking my cock. I hold on until I can’t take it anymore and then push her away, bringing her up to my lap.

My lips find hers and we kiss passionately, my fingers caressing her neck.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I mutter, unable to get enough of her. She bites her lip and smiles at me. Jumping off my lap, she walks over to the bar and pours us both a drink, still wearing her skirt, but not much else. I watch her, my cock twitching again.

“Here,” she says, handing me my glass. I take it and clinch it against hers. “What was that for?”

I shrug, a grin creeping across my lips. “I don’t know…a toast to the best damn blow job I’ve ever been given?”

She laughs and reaches for her shirt, threading her arms through it.

“Going somewhere?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. In my mind, our night was nowhere near finished.

“Yes, I have a meeting,” she winces. “But I’ll try and stop past later after I’m done.” I nod and watch her leave. It’s late for a meeting, but I’m too tired to question her.

All I have on my mind right now is finishing this drink and going to sleep.