Chapter 22
LIAM
I wasn’t going to fuck her again. I was just going to wait it out, let her finish her stupid story, and be done with her. I’d fallen asleep on the couch, figuring I’d get up early and leave before she woke up. But then her mouth wrapped around my cock and there was no resisting. All my good intentions went out the bloody window and I couldn’t help but fuck the living daylights out of her.
And for fuck’s sake did it feel amazing.
Her body was like a fucking amusement ride that I never wanted to get off of. Her breasts, her stomach, her tight little pussy that gripped me like there was no tomorrow….her eyes flashing at me as she came around me, the blush that crept up her neck, the way she smiled when it was all over. Fuck me, I couldn’t say no to all that. If I had, my cock would surely have come to life and found a way to murder me in my sleep.
As we made our way back down to the tour bus, I wished to hell this bloody tour was over. I wished there wasn’t another show, another day in America, enduring Ian’s death glare and trying to get through a few hours without shoving my cock back inside Catherine.
It wasn’t easy, for fuck’s sake.
Well, fuckin’ her was easy, sure. But everything else I could do without.
Like the one annoying fact that kept seeping back into my head. That fuckin’ picture on her phone. I hadn’t mentioned it after we shagged again, not sure exactly how to bring it up now that I’d fucked her again. I didn’t exactly have an opening but I figured I’d bring it up later.
I was still pissed, don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to keep shaggin’ her. Yeah, I know it’s fucked up, but we’re talking about me here. The asshole, the loser, remember? The bad boy?
Yeah, you do.
So does everyone else, I see, when we walk up to Ian and the rest of the crew. Catherine had insisted we make it down on time, so that Matt or Ian didn’t come up to retrieve us and find us with my cock buried ten inches inside of her. I’d relented, but not without an argument.
We compromised when she promised we could continue fuckin’ on the plane.
Yes, a plane, thank God. Today, we were hoping on a plane to Colorado. It’s an ungodly drive from Philadelphia to Red Rocks, where our next gig was, and there was no way in hell I was staying on the bus for twenty-six hours. Ian, Rhys, Slade, Rocket, and Matt would be flying with us. As much as I wished I had my own plane, I wasn’t that much of a rich asshole just yet. The label chartered a private plane for all of us, so at least we didn’t have to fly with the public. When I did have to do that, it was a nightmare. Everyone from the pilots to every last damned passenger wanted to sneak ‘just one picture’ with Ian and I. It was annoying and time-consuming, but I tried my best not to be a dick to the fans. Not a day went by when I didn’t realize that we were nothing without them.
We had a completely different back line already being set up and waiting for us in Red Rocks. The rest of the crew and our equipment would catch up later. But first, we all had to cram into a limo and make it to the airport on time.
I’d greeted everyone briefly as we hoped into the limo, grateful to see that Ian had apparently declined to talk to me at all this morning. That was so much easier than fighting with him.
As much as I loved getting under his skin, today I had nothing on my mind but fuckin’ Catherine and I wanted to get in the plane and in the air as quickly as possible, so we could lock ourselves away and get after it. Ian and Rhone sat quietly in the corner, and Rhys and Rocket sat across from us. I glanced over at Rocket and saw him staring at Catherine. That horny bastard, I thought. I’d have to put him in his place later, but for right now, let him stare.
Hell, I’d be staring, too, if I didn’t have to wrench my neck sideways to see her. Instead, I had these two to look at, and they looked like hell. They’d probably been partying way into the morning, and if it weren’t for Catherine, I’d have been partying with them. I can’t count the number of times we’d all woken up in various states of undress, hungover, and with no memory of all at what had occurred the night before.
The fact that I wasn’t with them last night was a clear indicator of who I was with. So the fact that Rocket was still staring at Catherine, knowing full fucking well that I was shaggin’ her by now, pissed me off. And that was the weird part. With any other woman, I’d wouldn’t have cared. In fact, I’d gladly passed off many women Rocket’s way, just to be done with their clingy asses myself.
But not this time.
I wasn’t about to share Catherine with anyone. And what the fuck did that bloody mean? Who had I become in the short few days since I’d met her? This was absurd, even to me. And to be honest, the whole fuckin’ thing was so foreign, I didn’t really know how to handle it.
So, I did what I always do.
I didn’t fuckin’ handle it at all.
Reminding myself that even if I was feeling possessive of her, she still wasn’t mine, and as much as I loved bangin’ her, she still couldn’t be trusted.
She and Rhone chatted quietly as the rest of us sat sulking in our own silent tortured artist bullshit thoughts. I looked around at each of my bandmates, and saw nothing but misery on their faces. Except the horniness on Rocket’s, that is. He was practically undressing Catherine with his eyes at this point. Fuckin’ wanker. But whatever. The rest of them were miserable, and why the fuck was that?
Was it me? Did I make us all miserable?
I was a salty motherfucker, most of the time. I did have a habit of ruining all the good times we had with my bouts of drunkenness. I was a selfish prick.
I knew all this.
But up till now, I hadn’t really given a shit what anyone thought.
My gaze landed on Catherine again, and I wished I could trust her. It’d be nice to have someone to talk to that was outside of the Electric Horses circus. But I couldn’t.
My eyes raked over her curves and my cock throbbed in my pants. At least I could still fuck her, I thought. I’d just have to keep my thoughts to myself, just like I always did.
I shifted in my seat, memories of her moans playing in my head.
Chapter 23
CATHERINE
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sp; ‘Good girl, good girl…’
Liam’s words echoed in my head, keeping my body in a constant state of arousal. All I could do was cross and uncross my legs over and over again to try to keep from losing my ever lovin’ mind. What had he done to me? There was something about the way he talked to me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking and wanted, the way he touched me with such gentle and yet totally firm confidence, the way he whispered those two words in my ear….’good girl, good girl’….goddammit, I’d never been left yearning for anyone so intensely after fucking them all night.
He was the most dynamic lover I’d ever had, and that was saying a lot. I’d been around the block a time or two myself, with a variety of men that I’d slept with along the way.
Nobody had been like Liam.
He had charm, charisma, and heaping amounts of sex appeal that could peel the panties off any woman. My body was reacting to him so strongly, it was unnerving. At any given moment, I wanted to jump back on his cock and run away from him in horror all at the same time. I was terrified. If he could incite such a reaction from my body, I knew my heart would be following not far behind.
And that was, without a doubt, a very bad idea.
My pussy disagreed strongly.
Sitting in the limo with everyone on the way to the airport, I was sure everyone could see how turned on I was. I was sure the fact that I had been fucking Liam all night was written all over my face. My nipples, like hard pebbles under my blouse, weren’t doing anything to hide the fact that I was buzzing with desire.