Rush

“I said I’m fine.”

“Shot down twice in a row. How the mighty have fallen.”

I whip around and glare at him. “No need to be a prick about it.”

Wes’ eyes flash. “No need to act like I’m creeping on your girl when she’s not your fucking girl,” he snaps back, and strides away.

My anger escalates—and then I feel it ebb away as I remind myself that Wes is right and I’m being a prick. The band puts up with a lot of shit for me. We all work as hard as each other, but I’m the one who gets ninety-nine percent of the attention because I’m the lead singer and lead guitarist and, as Wes likes to put it, You’re the pretty one, mate. They rib me a bit, but they don’t act like dicks about it. The least I can do is not be a dick in return, yet here I am snarling at him because he’s merely talking to the girl I’m obsessed with.

A scorching hot day turns into a heavy, humid night. Later in my room, I pull off my T-shirt and throw open my bedroom window, hoping for a breeze. A slight puff of air. Anything.

Nothing.

You crave air-conditioning in England for about one week every year, which doesn’t really make it worth installing, but I’d fucking kill for it right now. My hair is just long enough to brush the nape of my neck and it’s irritating me, so I find a hair tie and savagely pull it back.

Dree’s probably in her room right now, wondering what the hell’s gotten into me today. She must have noticed my grouchiness. I’ll see her first thing in the morning, but that’s not soon enough.

Striding over to my door, I yank it open—

Only to find her standing on the other side, fist raised like she’s about to knock. I grab her hand and pull her into the room. Like a man dying of thirst, I take her face between my hands and kiss her.

My girl—fuck, my girl—comes up on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. I can’t stop thinking about her like that. I can’t.

I won’t.

“I’ve been a moody bastard. I’m sorry,” I whisper against her lips.

“It’s okay. You’ve had a lot of things on your mind,” Dree says between kisses.

Yeah. Her.

“I just came to say break a leg for tomorrow.”

“You didn’t just come anywhere,” I say, picking her up in my arms and carrying her toward the bathroom. She smiles, tracing a finger down the bristles on my cheek. “How about we cool off a bit?”

I take her into the walk-in shower and turn the cold spray on us, clothes and all. Dree squeals at the shock. We kiss each other under the water. Dree’s T-shirt clings to her body, sticking tightly against her dark nipples. I get hard just at the sight of her. We pull our clothes off each other and they land on the tiles with a splat. Dree sinks down onto her knees before me, and takes the head of my cock in her mouth, the heat a shock after the cold water. I brace my hands against the wall and push deeper into her mouth.

Dree holds my thighs as I thrust with my hips, the water pouring down her body. She does her best to suck me as I push to the back of her throat.

“That’s perfect, little girl. You look so pretty struggling on my cock.”

I pull out to let her catch her breath, and she works me up and down with her hand as she pushes wet hair off her face.

“Can you strap me with your belt? Wet skin and leather…” she whispers, her eyes sparking with desire.

That sounds fucking great, but I shake my head. “Can’t risk marking you up.” A belt on wet skin would probably leave marks for days.

Her face falls. “Oh, yeah. You’re right.”

I can’t spank her, but I can talk to her how she likes. “Tell me, baby. Have you had a horny ache in your pussy all day?”

She makes imploring eyes at me and nods.

“I’ll bet you have, you dirty bitch. Open your mouth. Put your back against the wall.” With nowhere for her to go, I work myself in and out of her mouth. “You slink around my house in your tiny little clothes, parading that ass in front of me when I can’t touch you.”

Dree hands slide up to my belly, her nails sinking in and then flattening out.

“It’s not just me who looks at you,” I growl. “They’re all looking at you and I want to smash their fucking faces in.”

Dree’s eyes open wide. Not just in shock, either. She’s turned on.

“Do you enjoy winding me up, baby? Do you think it’s funny to make me crazy?”

Dree shakes her head as one of her hands snakes down her body and between her legs. I grasp her hair tightly. “You fucking liar. Look at you, touching yourself.”