Everything: A Singed Wings Novel (23 page)

Glancing over at Belle, I lifted my eyebrows in question. She shook her head and smiled politely at the man. “No, thank you. We brought a special dessert with us that’s up in the room.”

I coughed to cover the laughter that bubbled up in the back of my throat, but the guy pretended not to notice, tipping his chin graciously at her. “Of course, ma’am. I hope you enjoyed your meal.”

“Yes, it was excellent,” she assured him.

Returning his attention to me, he nodded and set the black leather folder with the bill in it next to me. “Thank you again, Mr. Templeton. We hope the next time you or anyone in your family is in San Antonio, you’ll remember us here at Biga. You two have a wonderful rest of your night.”

After leaving an ample amount of money to cover the check and tip, I stood up and offered my hand to Belle. “Come on, Tink. Sprinkle me with your pixie dust and fly us up to our room. There’s a piece of sweet cream pie waiting for me there with my name on it.”

She picked up her small purse and pushed to her feet, lacing her fingers in mine. “Just take the second star to the right, and ride it straight on ‘til morning.”

I chuckled and pulled her closer to my side as we strolled hand-in-hand down the River Walk. “I’ve got something you can ride until morning, but it’s no star,” I joked under my breath.

Smirking impishly up at me, she sassed back, “And I’ve got something I can sprinkle on you, but it’s no pixie dust.”

“Touché, beautiful. Tou-fucking-ché.”

THE MOMENT THE
hotel room door closed behind us, my lips claimed hers in a blistering kiss, determined and unapologetic. Belle opened to me immediately, welcoming the starved thrust of my tongue. Her muffled moans fueled my hunger, and within seconds, I was pawing at her dress, dying to feel her skin on mine.

After helping me find the zipper on the side, she shimmied out of the silky fabric then stepped out of it, leaving her only in a sheer white bra and thong. And those fucking heels. A feral growl rumbled in my chest as I took in the breathtaking sight of her, ready and waiting to give me everything I always dreamed of.

Scooping her up in my arms, I stalked over to the perfectly made king-sized bed and tossed her in the middle of it, more than ready to mess up the sheets, desire burning bright in her eyes. My dick was so fucking hard I honestly wasn’t sure how my pants were containing it at this point. The girl had me twisted up like a fucking virgin.
Oh, wait…

Never taking my gaze off of her, I ripped off my shirt, buttons be damned, and tossed it on the floor, then made quick work of the rest of my clothes and shoes. When her eyes focused on my pulsating cock, she licked her lips and moaned, and I nearly came unglued.

“Fuck, Belle,” I graveled, my voice filled with a need like I’ve never felt before.

“Everett, please,” she breathed, lifting her gaze back up to mine as she scooted back on the mattress until her head hit the pillows.

The bed dipped with my weight as I crawled between her parted thighs, the blaze inside me flaming out of control. Dropping onto my elbows, my mouth lingered less than a breath away from hers as my aching shaft pressed against her panty-clad sex. Impatiently, she wiggled beneath me, lifting and rolling her hips to intensify the friction between us.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,” I rasped, as I slid my arm underneath her back and unclasped her bra, tossing the flimsy piece of material to the side and freeing her gorgeous rack.

I palmed each tit then lowered my mouth to one of the rosy nipples. Her hands tangled in my hair as I dragged my tongue around the perimeter of the dusky circle before flicking it forcefully over the hardened peak. “Tell me,” she urged, her voice breathy. “Tell me what I do to you, rockstar.”

“Driving me crazy, baby. Need to make you mine,” I murmured against her smooth, creamy skin. “All of you. Only you.”

Fingertips dug into my scalp as she whispered, “Already yours, all of me. Only you.”

As my mouth laved one nipple, my fingers worked the other, massaging, pulling, and twisting. She arched her back, submitting to my touch, to my kiss, and the overwhelming need for more consumed me. I was past the point of no return with her. And not just physically.

“Everett,” she panted, slipping a hand between us to caress my steeled shaft. “I need you inside of me. Can’t wait any longer.”

Releasing her nipple with a loud pop,
I slid the rest of the way down her slim frame, hooking my thumbs into the sides of her panties and tugging the thin swatch of fabric down her legs. I hissed in a sharp breath as I gazed down at her naked body
— flushed, writhing, and ready for the taking.

All fucking mine.

I kept my knees anchored between her legs as I reached across her to open the top drawer of the nightstand, where I’d stashed some condoms, and grabbed a foil packet. My trembling fingers somehow managed to tear open the wrapper and roll the condom over my erection while she watched intently, her big brown eyes glossed over with a carnal hunger.

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” I asked with a wolfish grin, already feeling like I was on top of the world. The heady scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, trying the last threads of my resolve.

Skimming a pair of fingers down the valley between her breasts, I gently brushed them across her stomach, over her apex, and plunged them straight into her smoldering core. My thumb landed on her swollen clit, rubbing tiny, torturous circles over the bundle of nerves, prompting a string of moans and whimpers from her.

“Oh, my God! Fuck, yes!” she shouted as her knees fell completely open. Reaching down, she wrapped her fingers around my dick and tugged firmly to line me up with her slick opening. “Need more, rockstar… need
you
.”

Lost entirely in her, wanting to give her everything I had, I bucked my hips forward and gradually eased into her tight pussy, soaking up each sweet fucking inch of her wet heat until I was fully buried. It was pure fucking heaven having her wrapped around me, better than I ever could’ve imagined.

My heart pounded wildly as I tried to control my breathing, restraining myself so it didn’t end before it really began. I lowered my upper body so that my face hovered directly over hers, my elbows caging in the sides of her head, and started to move in and out of her, each stroke slow and deliberate.

“Look at me, Belle. Let me see you,” I implored when she closed her eyes, needing to see the unbridled desire burning in her gaze.

Her lids flew open and the trust and vulnerability in her expression stole the air from my lungs. She blew any fantasy I ever had about this moment out of the water. My mouth covered hers in a feverish, possessive kiss as the rhythm of my hips steadily increased.

“You feel so fucking amazing,” I murmured against her lips.

With each thrust, the pressure inside me built higher and higher and I fell deeper and deeper under her spell. My need to make her come overwhelmed me. I craved the feel of her unraveling beneath me… around me. I wanted her everything.

“Oh, please,” she moaned, her hips lifting to meet mine. “Please don’t stop, Everett.”

Her heels locked behind my back as she dug her fingernails into my shoulders, spurring me on
as
we surged closer and closer to our climax. I slammed into her once, twice, and on the third time, she threw her head back into the pillows and lifted her body off the mattress while her tight muscles clamped down on my cock, prompting me to drive into her one final time.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I roared as
my cock surged wildly and exploded, pumping my release into her molten core. A wave of
dizziness washed over me, leaving my vision blurry and my toes numb. The faint pulses of Belle’s orgasm lingered, draining my cock of every last drop, until I collapsed onto the bed next to her, completely spent and breathless.

Weighed down with post-orgasmic bliss, I struggled to keep my eyes open, but when I rolled on my side and saw the sated expression on Belle’s sleepy face and the lazy smirk curling up the corners of her mouth, my chest tightened with hope and pride.

“Good?” I whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

She leaned over and tenderly pressed her lips to mine. “Way better than good, rockstar.”

“
YOU’RE GOING WHERE WITH MASON TEMPLETON
?!” Lindsey shouted from across the table, garnering the attention of damn near everyone else in the restaurant, where we were finally having the brunch we’d planned a couple weeks before. It was the first Sunday morning since I’d moved into my own place that I wasn’t with Everett, but my plans with her had worked out perfectly, as he had to help his dad move some recording equipment in their studio.

“Shh!” I hushed her, looking around and giving the other customers an everything-is-okay-please-don’t-pay-attention-to-my-crazy-friend smile. “Maybe we need to revisit how secrets work,” I hissed.

It wasn’t like I could really blame her though. My own reaction when Everett asked me the night before to go to Buenos Aires with his family over spring break had been quite similar. Disbelief and skepticism followed by wondered amazement, which morphed into extreme excitement, all ending in fantastic, mind-blowing sex.
I’m not sure I ever actually said yes though…

It had been a couple of weeks since our San Antonio getaway, and things couldn’t have been better between Everett and me, except our growing frustrations with not being able to go out in public together. I hated that I could never go up to Empty’s to watch him perform, even though he often treated me to my own private concert in my apartment, and it irritated him that he couldn’t take me out on regular dates, but we both knew that wasn’t an option for us. At least not for another few months. This trip, however, would give us an entire week to be a “normal” couple, not having to hide out away from the rest of the world.

She winced and pretended like she was zipping her mouth closed. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” she whisper-shouted, which wasn’t much better, “but holy shit, Belle! Not only are you sleeping with his kid, but you’re going to Argentina with their family! We used to love Jobu’s Rum when we were in junior high. I still remember us dancing around your bedroom to their albums. This is insane. Have you already met him?”

“Who? His dad?” I asked, as I pushed my empty plate off to the side and took a drink of my mimosa.

“Yes,” she hissed, her head bobbing back and forth. “He’s like rock star royalty. I just heard on the radio the other day that they’re going back on tour this summer for the first time in twelve years. I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to go see them when they play here, but now I’ll be bothering you for backstage passes.”

I shrugged, not knowing anything about an upcoming tour. Everett didn’t mention his parents a whole lot when we were together, other than telling stories about when he was a kid, and it wasn’t like I sat around and grilled him about his dad’s band. I was much more interested in him and his music.

“I’m not sure about the tour, but I know they’re playing at some big Formula One gala in Buenos Aires, and Everett and his sister are singing the national anthem before the race,” I repeated to her the details I’d been given about the trip. “And no, I haven’t met his dad yet, but I guess I’ll be getting to know him pretty well in a couple of weeks.”

Lindsey rested back in her chair as a shit-eating grin crept across her face. “Look at you getting all serious with a baby rockstar. Just watch, he’s gonna make it big and you’re gonna be able to rub that shit in Jonah’s face. Asshole thought he was too good for you once he got a taste of fame, and now he’s gonna be kicking himself for ever letting you go.”