When her tremors stilled, she dropped to lie beside him. Immediately, her hand circled his softening cock, gently stroking its length as he twitched in overstimulated misery.
“The torture continues,” he murmured.
“It’s only beginning, my love. You called my sisters bitches.”
Twenty-Six
The day of Baroquen’s first concert had finally arrived. Roux was glad she’d managed to catch a few hours of sleep after punishing her naughty lover for most of the night. The man had been tough to break, but by the end she’d had him yelling “I’m coming” every time she touched him. Still naked, she peeked out the hotel window. The overcast sky didn’t match her current sunny disposition, so she jerked the curtain closed and went to rouse Steve.
He looked so at peace lying sprawled across the bed on his stomach, one arm dangling off the edge of the mattress and the other angled over his head. The covers were tangled around his upper thighs but didn’t hinder her appreciative appraisal of his perfect tan backside. Why was his ass tan anyway? Did he sunbathe in the nude? He must. There was no other explanation.
She needed to get back to her room and get ready for the day, but once she was in costume, she wouldn’t be able to interact much with Steve. He’d taken their pretend disdain for each other a bit too far the day before, but she understood that he didn’t want Tamara to catch wind of their relationship. No telling where the reporter would take that golden nugget of information. Maybe it would be easier to come clean and get this all out into the open. How bad could it be? Plenty of famous people flaunted their romances on the Internet, and people loved it. But there were also those who were relentlessly ridiculed for the same.
She was more worried about pissing off Iona than suffering through whatever public opinion she’d have to endure when the story broke. She didn’t much care what people she didn’t know thought of her, but she did care that it would upset her big sister. She leaned over the bed and kissed Steve’s forehead. He didn’t even twitch.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she murmured. “I need to leave, but I’m craving one of your toe-curling kisses before I go.”
She shrieked when his arm shot out and caught her around the waist, tumbling her onto the bed and pulling her beneath him. He kissed her deeply, curling her toes as requested. After a moment, he lifted his head and smiled sleepily down at her. His hair curtained their faces in silken waves. Damn, he was gorgeous. She got all fluttery and flustered just looking at him.
“I’m craving far more than a kiss,” he murmured, and she squirmed to spread her legs. She hoped the more he craved involved deep penetration; she was already wet for him. He kissed his way down her body, stopping along his journey to suck a nipple, nibble her navel, delve into her cleft with his tongue. He spread her legs wide and muttered, “Breakfast of champions.”
Her body jerked as his tongue gathered her fluids. He licked and suckled her clit until she found release, and then replaced his mouth with his fingers, rubbing her to prolong her orgasm as he guided his cock inside her with his free hand. He kept her coming as he pounded into her, pulling her higher, to a new level. She couldn’t help but cry out as her body responded to his touch, his thrusts. Was it possible to have a clitoral and vaginal orgasm at the same time? Dear God, the man knew exactly how to get her off. Her pussy gripped him in hard spasms, quickly pulling him over the edge with her. He shook as he spent himself within her, and then, breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her.
“Well, that was a glorious wake-up call,” he murmured, kissing her ear. “I’ll be sure to ask the front desk for another one of those tomorrow.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly, so full of love and laughter she felt like she could fly. “I love you, Steven Aimes.”
“I love you, Katie Roux.” He patted her flank. “Now you’d better get your ass up. You’ve got a big day ahead of you.”
“I wish you could spend it with me.”
“I could,” he said. “It’s your stupid rules preventing that, not mine.”
“I know. I’m going to talk to Iona. See if she’s willing to bend those rules.” Especially since it had been obvious at dinner the night before that she and Kyle were more than professional acquaintances.
“Why do you do what Iona says at the expense of your own happiness?”
“Because I’m happiest when those I love are happy.”
Steve smiled and brushed a lock of hair from her face. “Well, you must be the happiest woman on the planet when you’re with me, because I’m deliriously happy when I’m with you.”
She grinned. “Why do you think I can’t keep away from you?”
“Because I have a big dick.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay. Can’t get enough of that enormous dick. That’s totally it.” She kissed him and then squirmed off the bed. “I can stay with you again tonight, though, right?”
“I won’t be able to sleep without you beside me.”
“Are you sure? Last night I was certain you wanted me to sleep on the floor.”
“I’ll work on that.”
She’d heard that before.
A knock sounded on the door. “Wake-up call. Ten minutes to gym.” Roux was pretty sure the voice shouting from the corridor belonged to Butch.
“I’ll be there!” Steve yelled. He kissed Roux before climbing out of bed. “It was nice while it lasted.”
Roux followed him to the bathroom. “What was nice?”
“Butch minus his schedule clipboard.”
When Steve stepped up to the toilet to pee, Roux backed out to offer him some privacy.
“Got to get my piss break in now, or I’m shit out of luck,” he said. “Actually, I should probably take a shit too. I don’t think you want to witness that.”
“I’m leaving,” Roux said. “I love you.”
“Love you too. See you tonight. I’ll be the obnoxious fan in the mosh pit at your performance. Wouldn’t miss it.”
Her stomach took a nose dive as reality grabbed her by the throat. Today was the day that the world got its first real taste of Baroquen. “I’ll be sure to catch yours as well,” she said.
“We’re on tomorrow. But we can see Sinners together tonight. If you want to.”
“Of course I want to. I love Sinners.”
She shuffled into her shoes and headed for the door. The second she stepped into the corridor, a flash went off in her face.
“Ah, the mystery woman returns,” Tamara said, falling into step with Roux as she speed-walked in the direction of the elevator. “Are you a local? Are things between you and Steve serious? How long have you been spending the night with him?”
Roux kept her eyes down and her lips sealed. When Tamara followed her onto the elevator, she pushed the button for the lobby instead of her original destination. No way was she going to her hotel room to get ready for the day with an obnoxious paparazza tail clinging to her ass.
“I’d have thought you were just another one of his endless string of willing vaginas, but spending the night twice in a row?” Tamara’s eyebrows rose toward her burgundy-colored hairline. “There’s something between the two of you. What’s your name?”
Roux considered telling her that she was Katie Williams, but feared even that was too much information. The nosy reporter was going to figure this out. It was one thing to try to keep a curious bystander in the dark and quite another to fool a member of the press and keep her from figuring out the connection between Katie and Roux. Fuck! The elevator door opened to the lobby, and Roux was greeted by the smell of the complimentary breakfast offered by the hotel. Well, at least she had a good excuse to be here. Still refusing to give Tamara a direct stare, Roux headed for the breakfast room. Her bandmates were already inside, laughing together at a nearby table in full costume. Iona saw her first—good thing, because she was quick to notice details. A flicker of recognition crossed her face, but was quickly replaced with an impartial mask as her gaze settled on the woman still following Roux.