Wicked Innocence (10 page)

He’s so close, it’s almost like he’s in here with me.

I sighed, imagining that it was his fingers exploring me. When he’d kissed me, my body responded with more intensity than I’d ever felt. I’d been with boys in the past, but nothing even came close to the way I felt around him. Because he wasn’t like the boys I knew. He was a man.

He swallowed loudly. The thought of him listening to me touching myself was an incredible turn-on. Was it making him hard? Were his fingers curled around his hard cock?

I breathed out as my fingers slipped inside the top of my pajama shorts. I was so wet, my finger slid inside with ease. I listened to the sound of him breathing, imagining it was his fingers inside of me. I could almost feel his breath on my neck. A moan escaped me and my heart began to pound. Had he heard that? Oh God, I was too far in to stop now. Burying my face under my pillow, I parted my legs a little more. My fingers moved inside me faster and with more urgency as my body began to brace itself.

With my arm over the pillow, I squeezed it down hard over my face as my whole body began to ache. Oh God, oh my… I gasped, my legs clenching together, locking my fingers inside me as I teased myself against the pressure until I couldn’t take any more. My heart raced as I rolled over. I was desperately trying to compose myself, and at the same time, in shock that I’d just done that with him sleeping in the same room.

“‘Night, Micah.”

I froze as his voice filled the darkness, my heart pounding.

Holy shit
.

A tiny smile spread across my lips.

“‘Night Sax,” I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek.

***

“How did you sleep?”

I stiffened at the sound of his voice. I’d woken up to an empty room. And now here he was and I was embarrassed about last night. I
knew
he’d heard my little performance, but did he know I’d been thinking about him?
Don’t be stupid; he was so drunk that he probably doesn’t remember anyway.

“Fine,” I replied, taking possession of one of the lattes he was holding in his hands. Thank God he had coffee. “You? A little hungover this morning?” I teased.

“Nope, not at all. Slept like a baby,” he shot back, his voice smug. Bullshit. The heavy, dark circles under his eyes told me otherwise. “But it’s probably a good thing I don’t have to drive, though,” he added.

“Uh-huh. Just to be safe, right?” I teased.

“Yep,” he grinned, pushing past me.

I rolled my eyes. He was so hard to read sometimes.

He sat down next to me and glanced at my notebook. “What are you writing?”

“Just words, really. Words that sometimes work their way into lyrics.”

“Can I have a look?” he asked.

I hesitated. Nobody read my work. Ever. It wasn’t that I was worried it wasn’t good; it was just that it was so personal. I’d learned early on that the best way for me to process my feelings was to get them down on paper. Somehow, putting my thoughts into words made everything that had gone wrong in my life easier to process. I slid the book across to him with shaking hands.

He probably thinks I’m nervous because of who he is. If only he knew it was because of what he might discover about me.

He flipped through the pages in silence, his jaw twitching as he studied my words. My heart pounded. Why had I given it to him? It was like giving him a piece of me; a window to my soul.

“These are really good,” he murmured. “Have you worked these into music before?”

I shrugged, embarrassed by his praise. “I’ve played around, but I’m not that experienced with pairing music with lyrics.” Compared to him, I was a novice. I knew that he’d written most of the songs for Savage.

“These are really fucking good,” he said again. “I can teach you. How to pair your lyrics with music, I mean. There’s no better feeling than hearing the words you’ve written come to life.”

“That would be great,” I said shyly. “I’m nowhere near as good as you, but anything you’re willing to teach me, I want to learn.”

“There’s a lot I can teach you, honey,” he said with a smirk.

I blushed and looked back down at my notebook. “Do you still write songs?” I asked him.

“Sure. It’s my way of getting everything out, you know? It’s great for clearing your head. Kind of like keeping a diary.”

“Except you don’t share your diary with the whole world,” I mumbled.

“Who said you have to share your music?” He shrugged. “That’s up to you, but simply writing it can help you feel what you’re singing. It can help you connect with the words, because at the end of the day, if you don’t believe what you’re singing, why should your fans?”

I nodded slowly. I guess that made sense.

If there was one thing I was learning from Sax and being in this band, it was how little I actually knew about music. That kind of scared me, because music had always been the one thing I thought I knew inside and out. Knowing how much I still had to learn was daunting.

But the thought of
Him
teaching me made it a little less scary.

Sax

“Hello?”

“Yes, Sax? It’s Ben here, from the bar. Look, I’m not going to be able to get this place open until next week, it looks like. How do you feel about playing at a private party tonight? It’s my niece’s birthday and she’s a fan.”

“Yeah, no worries, just text me the address, and what time you want us there,” I said. I glanced around. I was sitting out the front of my room. Micah had gone for a walk, and God knows where the guys were.

“Great, thanks for being so understanding. I know this probably throws your whole week out.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. Ben was just one of those guys you couldn’t help but like. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t be angry with him. Hanging up the phone, I punched in the numbers of all the guys, and Micah.

Private party tonight, make sure you’re here by seven.

Just as I hit send, Micah rounded the corner, her phone in her hand. My heart pounded as she walked toward me. We had both been ignoring last night, but it was far from forgotten—for me anyway. Every time I saw her, the thought of her touching herself and the image of her naked body floated through my head. And fuck, was that arousing.

The thing was, nothing had changed in my mind. I still wanted her. And I was used to getting what I wanted.

“Hey,” I said.

She looked fucking hot as usual, in her skinny jeans and a gray, low-cut sweater, over which she wore a black leather jacket.

“You got my message?”

She nodded. “I did. Good that we’ve got something tonight at least.” She sat down next to me. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. “What are you doing out here?”

I shrugged. “Just taking in the wonderful scenery that is Pinson Creek.”

She laughed. The motel faced the main road, and beyond that was dry, flat land for miles. The place couldn’t be less inspiring if it tried. I smiled, cocking my head. I so badly wanted to kiss her. I needed to taste those lips.

Fuck it.

Swiveling around, I moved my hand up to her face. My fingers roamed through her long, thick hair as I brought my mouth to hers. She kissed me back, her arms moving around my waist.

She laughed as I lifted her onto my lap, my hands pushing up under her sweater. I kissed her again, sucking on her lip, the smell of her shampoo clouding my senses. She was intoxicating.

“Come inside,” I said. Moving her off me, I stood up, taking her hand in mine.

Her eyes widened. “What if the others come back?”

“I don’t give a fuck. All I care about right now is you,” I growled. I pulled her up against me and lifted her onto my hips. I began to kiss along her neck, my tongue gently massaging her soft skin.

She whimpered, wrapping her arms around my neck as I fumbled with the door. Fucking key. Finally, the door burst open. Once inside, I slammed it shut with my foot as she slipped off her jacket and removed her sweater, letting both fall to the floor.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I muttered, pressing my lips against hers. “I can’t think when I’m around you. Last night? I’d had one fucking drink. That wasn’t the alcohol talking, I can promise you that.”

This was killing me. She was so fucking perfect. My lips pressed against hers as my fingers unbuttoned her jeans. My heart pounded. I hadn’t been this nervous around a girl in so fucking long. Tugging her jeans down over her ass, I eased her back on the bed until she lay flat.

She giggled as I struggled to yank the jeans off her legs. What the fuck?
Who the hell wears this shit?

“Pull the end over my ankles and then tug,” she said, biting her lip. I followed her directions and they slipped off easily.

I narrowed my eyes as she chuckled harder. “Watch yourself,” I whispered. I lowered myself over her as my tongue caressed her neck. “Men are sensitive creatures. We don’t like being made fun of.”

“I think you’ll cope.” She curled her legs around my waist as her fingers raked through my hair. My lips found hers as I kissed her, my desire to be with her impossible to ignore. She whimpered as I unclipped her bra and tossed it aside.

My hand cupped her face before trailing down to the middle of her chest. I took the swell of her breast in my hand, rolling her nipple against my palm as my mouth explored the sweet, naked skin of her breast.

“Oh God,” she cried as my lips closed around her nipple, sucking and teasing her with my tongue. Her fingers gripped my shoulders, her nails digging in to my skin.

Narrowing my eyes, I smirked at her before sliding off the bed.

She watched me with wide eyes as I held out my hand to her. “What are you doing?” she asked, nervously taking my hand.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her onto my hips. She groaned, bowing down, pressing her mouth against mine. She had me hard as fuck. All I wanted to do was drive into her and explode, but I wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

Spinning her around, I held her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck; her soft skin glistened in the daylight that was streaming through the crack in the curtain. I should’ve probably closed that. But I really didn’t care. I reached over to my wallet and retrieved a condom, tearing open the packaging.

“You’re prepared,” she said with a smirk. “Do this often?”

“No,” I growled, rolling it on. “For your information, that little guy hasn’t left my wallet in over two years.”

She laughed, crying out as I thrust inside of her.

“‘Little guy’ was misleading, Sax,” she whispered, kissing me. “You’re anything but little.”

I laughed and turned around, throwing her back down on the bed, rolling her until she was on top of me. I gazed up at her as she carefully mounted me, not quite believing this was actually happening.

She bit her lip as I began to fill her again, slowly bucking her hips back and forth, riding my length. My hands clenched her ass as I bounced her on top of me, sending me deeper inside of her.

“Fuck,” I muttered, unable to drag my gaze away from her. She smiled, completely unaware of how stunning she was. Her dark hair flew around her like liquid; her breasts were perky, round and in perfect proportion to her petite, curvy figure. She was beautiful. And those fucking eyes…I could lose myself in them forever.

I grunted, my cock throbbing as she began to move faster. Her legs clenched as I slipped a finger inside of her wetness. She gasped as I began to rub, her fingers digging into my stomach. I slid a second finger inside of her, not sure how much longer I could hold back. I so badly wanted to make her come, but I was on the verge of exploding.

“Oh…” she gasped. She arched her back as her thighs tightened around me like a vice. “Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” she mumbled, her eyes closed.

Grabbing hold of her hips, I pushed myself into her, gasping as I released. My hips jerked forward as I plunged my length into her, every thrust sending a ripple through my entire body until I couldn’t take any more.

I pulled out, thrusting two fingers back inside of her, determined to finish what I’d started. She fell forward, her back arching as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

“Oh God, stop, please stop,” she gasped as she gently ground her hips against mine. “Oh fuck, that was amazing.”

I chuckled and ran my fingers over her back, kissing her forehead as she jumped. The sensation of me touching her was even too much.

She collapsed on the bed next to me, exhausted and barely able to move. I chuckled. Reaching down, I tilted her chin, kissing her lips.

She smiled and sighed. “My gosh. I can’t even speak,” she mumbled. “I feel like I need to sleep for a week after that.”

I laughed and sat up. My heart pounded as I watched her lying there, naked. “I don’t want to alarm you, but the guys will be back any minute,” I smirked.

She groaned and rolled off the bed, falling into my arms. I laughed as I kissed her.

“Come on,” I said, tugging her to her feet. “Let’s get you in the shower.”