Bullet (52 page)

I took that as my cue to help myself, and I started unzipping his pants too.  He was reaching for his wallet
, so I knew that meant it was time.  God, I could feel the bass drum pounding in my chest, the twin guitars screaming in my ears, and they set my body on fire.  I was ready to feel Clay inside me once more.

In the almost dark of the backstage area, I saw him sheath his cock
, and I expected he would hold me up again, but instead he had his hand wrapped around his penis, and he spat on himself.  It took me a second to figure out what he was doing, but he was going to use his cock like a finger, rubbing it into my slit.  And
oh
…it was like a natural lubricant so he could glide over me.  I let out a long, heavy sigh that I knew he couldn’t hear, but he felt so good up against me.  We both moved out bodies in a way that made it easiest to connect, but we were both bent at the knees, and my pants were damned constricting.  Pulling them down farther just made it worse, though, so I stopped messing with them and just enjoyed how he felt against me.

I could tell he was getting off as much as I was because he quit kissing me, instead focusing on the intense feeli
ngs grabbing him below.  At that point my fingers were wrapped around the longish hair at the base of his neck, and I was probably pulling it too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind.  And when I came, I placed my open mouth on his shoulder in case I had to muffle my cries at any moment.

And that’s when he shoved himself inside me, lifting my legs up and driving himself home.  My fingers then dug into his back just below his neck
, and I became a quivering heap.  He came shortly after and I could feel his heavy breathing against my neck.  It wasn’t but a few seconds later that the song onstage ended, and the singer started talking to the audience.  As soon as they started playing their next song, I started laughing.

Clay placed me back on the floor
, and I could barely see the huge grin on his face.  In my ear, he asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.  I just…feel like laughing.  Endorphins, I guess.
  I feel better than I ever have in my whole life.”

Then he laid another passionate kiss on me.  “Shit—you don’t know what
that
does for my ego.  Ready to get out of here?”

Yeah, I was, and I hoped the audience area was dark enough that no one would be able to see the ridiculous grin on my face, because if they did, I suspected they’d figure out exactly what I’d been up to.  And I felt quite satisfied.

Chapter Thirty-one

TWO NIGHTS LATER,
we were in another state, another town, and I’d lost track of where we were in our schedule.  Halfway done with the tour maybe?  All I know is I never wanted it to end.

Again, I woke up in Clay’s arms.  He was out cold, so I rolled over and just looked at him.  God, he looked so peaceful, but he was hot.  The piercings, the tattoos, the longish hair.  He was a sexy guy, and every time I looked at him, I felt so lucky.

I decided to go ahead and get my shower and makeup and all that good stuff out of the way, but I had to go to the other room to get my shit.  I texted Brad, as per our usual custom, to ask if I could come by and shower.  It took him longer than usual to respond and, when he did, it was in person.  He popped out of the room and met me in the hall.

I was grinning.  “Look at you.”  Jesus…Brad was and always would be a good-looking guy, and apparently some woman had snagged him for the evening.  Frankly, I found that refreshing that Mr. Restraint had experience
d a moment of weakness.  He frowned.  Okay, so that wasn’t good.  “What?”

He looked a little…embarrassed,
something I’d never seen from Brad.  Ever.  I could tell he was clenching his jaw.  “Would it be too big an imposition to ask you to come back in a while?”

I tried to force myself not to smile wider.  “I’ll do you one better.  Can you just bring me my suitcase?  I think I have everything else I need.”  Like my phone.  Everything else I had with me was in that stupid suitcase, including the dirty laundry I was going to have to wash soon.

He nodded and I saw hope in his eyes.  “Be right back.”

I’ll admit it.  I tried to peek in and see what girl had actually caught Brad’s eye enough to share his bed.  And…oh, shit.  Was that a pang of
jealousy
?  No…it couldn’t be.  And, besides, I had no right.  None whatsoever.

Brad came back out, my luggage in hand.  “What the hell do you have in here, Valerie?  Lead?”  I laughed.  “Seriously…you need me to carry it?”

“No.  I’ve got it.  It has a handle and wheels.”

“Okay.  And,
uh…thanks.”

I couldn’t stop the smile this time.  “So what’s gotten into you, Brad?”

He grinned back in spite of himself.  “I got needs, Val, just like any other guy.”

“I know.  Just
givin’ you shit.  You know I respect the hell out of you, right?”

He cocked his head and rubbed the back of his neck.  He pondered it for a minute and then said, “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

I pulled the handle out of my suitcase and started rolling down the hall.  “Well, don’t let it get to your head.  Get back to your lady friend.”

I peeked back and smiled
, and I could tell he wanted to say something else but he couldn’t find the words.  I waved as I turned the corner.

When I got back to
Clay’s room, I rapped lightly on the door.  I hadn’t thought this through.  What a dumbass.  I had no way of knowing for sure that I could get back in.  I knocked one more time and decided I’d just sit on the floor and lean up against the wall to wait for Clay to let me in, but then he opened the door.  Poor thing.  He looked tired.

“What’re you doing out there?”

“Long story.”  I walked in through the door with my luggage.  “Do you care if I shower here?”

“Why would I care?”  I shrugged, feeling shy.  “Can I watch?”

I laughed.  “You can join me.”

He kissed me on the nose.  “Seriously…why don’t you just bring your stuff to my room anyway? 
You know, to begin with.  We both know you’re gonna wind up here anyway, right?  I don’t care if you do
all
your shit here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  He was holding me close, and he squeezed my ass.  “
Especially
if I can watch.”

* * *

A day later we were playing at another venue.  We’d been sleeping as late as possible, and I was glad for that, because performances were exhausting for me, but the sex was even more vigorous and tiring, and no way was I giving that up.  I didn’t know how long Clay and I would be together, but I knew things would change—for better or worse—once we got back home, so I wanted to enjoy it while I could.

Last Five Seconds finished loading their equipment
, and we were down to the obligatory hanging around to watch Spanky’s Kids perform.  I didn’t know about everyone else, but I had memorized both the other bands songs (even if not all the words) and the order in which they played them.  Sure, every night was a little different, but the shine was off.  We’d settled into a routine.  It was still exciting but becoming predictable.

Clay
found me in the mosh pit and grabbed my hand.  “Come with me.”  He smiled at me and said, “Love your outfit tonight, by the way.”  I knew he was talking about the tight black vinyl miniskirt.  I usually wore pants or jeans onstage but thought the skirt would feel cooler and more comfortable.  Of course, having Clay like it was a nice unexpected side effect.

Just outside he held me up against the wall and planted one hell of a kiss on my lips.  Then he held a little tablet up to my
mouth.  “Here.”

“What is that?”

“It’s just Ecstasy.”

I remembered my horrible LSD trip.  “No, thanks.”

“Come on, Val.  You’d like it.”

“Really, Clay.  No thanks.”

He put it on his tongue and then waggled it at me, the little pill still clinging to the tip of it, trying to entice me into a kiss.  It was dark, but I could see what he was doing.  He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, then swallowed the tablet.  “I’ll still make you
feel
like you had one.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“Fucking incredible.”  He pulled me close and whispered in my ear.  “Wanna feel incredible?”  He started open-mouth kissing my neck, not waiting for a response.

My body responded immediately, though, and my fingers found his hair and then his tongue was in my mouth.  We kissed for a while until I felt his hands on the sides of my thighs.  I knew where this was headed, and after the thrill he’d given me backstage a few nights ago, I knew he didn’t have the inhibitions I had.  I was loosening up, but I still wasn’t willing to engage in a little naughty behavior where anyone could see us.

But he grinned at me, a wicked little grin that sent a chill up my spine, and he grabbed my hand.  We started walking across the dusty parking lot.  Way out in a field that constituted as the end of the parking lot was their van, and he opened the passenger door.  Okay, so maybe if we were in a more private area, in the front of a van in the middle of nowhere, I could be persuaded.  He sat down first and then pulled me up inside, inviting me to sit on his lap facing him.  Yes, it was uncomfortable, and I had to straddle him with my knees bent, but I didn’t mind.  He slid the seat back.

We spent a few minutes just making out.  He started with his slow, deep kisses, but they grew more passionate, lots hotter.  After several minutes, h
e slid his hands up the sides of that tight skirt and started tugging at my panties.  “These have gotta go.”

I giggled but there was no easy way to get them off in the position I was in.  I was going to have to
maneuver off his lap.  So I slid off the seat in that cramped space, and by the time my feet were on the floor, he already had them down to my knees.  I stepped out of one side and then the other, and the stupid lacy things snagged on my boot.  I left them there and waited for his signal to climb aboard.  I grinned at him.  “Aren’t you gonna unzip your jeans?”

He gave me a wicked smile back.  “In good time.  Get up here.”

God, the look in his eyes made me want him more.  So I climbed back on his lap and just kissed him.  He left my lacy little tank on although he made a pass at my breasts once through the shirt.  Then he slid his hands under my ass and lifted me up a little and at an angle until my head was pressed into the windshield.  “Shit.  Not gonna work.”  I knew the look on my face was one of confusion.  He reached over the right side of the seat.  He found a lever and pushed it and then the back of the seat lowered so he was more reclined.  Then, even in the half dark, I could see a devilish twinkle in his eye and he wrapped his arms under my thighs. 
What the hell was he doing?

My skirt was riding on my hips now, and it wasn’t until he’d pulled me up farther that I realized what he was doing.  Oh, my God.  He was going to give me oral right there.  Shit.  The windows were tinted
, and it was dark or I might have protested.

Oh, no.  As soon as I felt his breath down below, I knew he was once again irresistible to me.  He didn’t waste any time and thrust his tongue into my slit where he found my aching clitoris.  I sucked in a deep breath and groaned.  Oh, holy shit.  I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.  I groaned, knowing I was already on the brink.

He stopped and looked up at me.  He was breathing a little heavier too, but that impish glint was still in his eyes.  “Try to prolong it, baby.  Fight it.”

I was breathless.  “Why?”

“I told you I wanted you to feel incredible, right?  Delay it.  You have no fucking idea how good it’ll feel when you can’t stop it anymore.”

I smiled and decided to try as his tongue went back to its position.  Oh, fuck.  That was easier said than done because
his tongue was soft and gentle but he was putting just enough pressure on my clit to build it up to the brink, bring me so close to the edge, where I was teetering, fighting.  One of my hands I wound through my hair and just pulled while the other I bent into a fist and shoved in my mouth, hoping the combination of the two actions would help me hold off.  And I did.  I also tried holding my breath and willing it off.  But it got to the point where I just couldn’t anymore.  I’d known it was inevitable, but not like this.  I came crashing down hard, and I knew I’d never been this loud before.  Clay had been right.  My orgasm was out of this world, and it didn’t want to end.

And, oh, God…it lasted forever.  It wasn’t until I regained my senses that I really noticed how uncomfortable both the windshield and the dash were against my head, neck, and shoulders.  The rest of me felt awesome, though.  Completely relaxed, contented, satiated.  Well, partly.  I wasn’t done with this incredible guy.

I leaned forward and onto him, and he moved his arms so I could drop in his lap.  I shoved my tongue into his mouth and my fingers into his hair.  I felt great, relaxed, and yet wild.  I wanted to rock his world like he had mine.  So once I was sure he was up for it, I brought my hands to his zipper, and this time he let me release his beast.