10
Hollin
My brain was on sex.
How the fuck was I supposed to focus when Piper was reading a girl getting her ass spanked? Because I sure as fuck could not focus on anything else. I kept getting flashes of me bending Piper over my lap and doing the same shit. But Piper’s ass wasn’t mine to spank until she came.
And she’d jumped away from me as quickly as she could when I told her it was hot. That she was hot.
Usually, I let the innuendo do its job.
Today, I hadn’t been able to do shit.
We landed in DFW Airport and took a car to the hotel near AT&T Stadium. Campbell was already at the venue, doing sound checks for the show tonight. He’d gotten us all rooms at the hotel the band was staying at. Being in Campbell’s world was something else,.
I’d come to a few of his shows in LA before he was famous. It wasn’t a red carpet as they were fighting their way up. But after their first album took off, the first show I went to with Dad and Nora was a disaster of epic proportions. Campbell and Dad had gotten into it, and a fire had been lit under all of us. Dad pretty much didn’t come to shows anymore after that. He loved Campbell’s fame enough to not want to cause any trouble for him.
Everyone was getting ready for the show. Campbell had promised to send a car for us to get to the venue. I had time to kill before we had to do that. And still, all I could think about was Piper.
My cock was already filling my pants. I pressed the heel of my palm against it to push it down. I was hard, just thinking about her. I’d seen her half-naked a week before, and now, this.
I’d enjoyed riling her up for a while. It was our dynamic. But something had changed when I saw that ring, when she let me put her in my shirt. Now, I wasn’t just getting under her skin. I wanted to get under her. Or over her. Or put her over my knee. Whatever the fuck way she’d let me take her, I was up for.
And thinking about it right now was helping nothing. My cock certainly wasn’t listening. Or maybe it was because my head was full of filthy thoughts of Piper Medina. It was stiff as a board now. So fucking hard that it was painful.
Jesus! I needed to get this under control before we went out again.
Which, of course, was the moment I considered how Piper could help me get it under control. I had a very vivid thought of watching her deep-throat my cock, and it was all I needed to pop the button on my jeans and slide down the zipper. Maybe I’d take care of this before we all left.
I’d just slipped my hand into my boxers when someone knocked on the door to my hotel room. I stared at the ceiling in dismay.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Hey, Hollin.” Piper’s voice carried across the divide.
I groaned softly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Even her voice was turning me on right now. I was fucked. Seriously fucked.
I stuffed my cock back into my pants and adjusted them to hopefully hide the giant boner I had for her. Then, I opened the door, covering most of my lower half with the door.
“Yeah?”
Her eyes flitted across my face. Uncertainty in every glance.
And, fuck, she’d changed out of her jeans and T-shirt and into a fucking black minidress. She didn’t wear a ton of dresses. But now, I got a full look at her toned golden legs. I jerked my head back up to meet her gaze.
She crossed her arms, which only pushed her tits up in the square cut of her dress. “Julian sent me down here to let you know that we’re drinking in his suite. He’s two doors down if you want to join us.”
Julian must have gotten a sick pleasure out of asking Piper to get me. He’d seen the way I looked at her last weekend. The way I’d been around her on this trip. He was probably laughing his ass off right now.
“Sure,” I said automatically. “Let me grab my…wallet. I’ll meet you.”
“Fine.” She sashayed her tight ass away from me.
I bit back a groan at the sight. Fuck.
“Go down. Go down. Go down,” I hissed at my dick as I stepped back into my room.
It had a mind of its own, but after a few minutes, it wasn’t entirely noticeable, and I headed down the hall to Julian’s suite. All I knew was that I was walking into a concert still so fucking turned on, with the woman I was interested in, wearing nothing but a skimpy dress, and I hadn’t had time to take care of business. Fuck. Me.