Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) (14 page)

“Don’t ever fuck it up, man… don’t ever fuck it up,” he says more to himself than me.

“I won’t.”

Caleb takes another drink. Pulling the bottle down, he studies it for a second before, out of nowhere, he stands abruptly and whips the bottle at the wall behind me.

“Fuck!” he screams.

The bottle smashes, liquor and shards of glass spraying off the wall.

Christ. Tilting my head to the left, I keep my eyes locked on Caleb, who is breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he buries his face in his hands. He drops his hands suddenly and spins around, slamming his fist hard against the cement walls. I wince at the loud crack, the eerie sound piercing my ears. Not giving him another chance, I step in and hold his arm back.

“Fucking calm down, man!”

Caleb wrestles his arm back and I release it only when I’m sure he won’t do a stupid fucking thing like that again. We still have a show to do and his hand is probably fucked.

Caleb slouches back in his chair, not even noticing that blood is now seeping through the tears on his knuckles. Choking on his own breath, he cradles his head again and speaks into his chest.

“I fucked up.”

Massaging the back of my neck, I wait to see if he says anything more, and he does. Licking his lips again, he lifts his head up at looks at me.

“You know, once, I fucking had what you have now.” He stares dead at me. “Not just some girlfriend shit, but real shit. I had it all and one fucking night…” His voice cracks as he brings his head down again, shaking it side to side. “I fucked up.”

“Caleb, I don’t know what the fuck happened-”

“There was a car accident.”

His voice comes out weak and he runs his hands up and down his face. When he brings them back down, his eyes are pained. Fuck! I’ve never seen Caleb like this.

“She was pregnant… we were just a couple of kids.” He pauses, looking right at me again. “She lost the baby that night. She never wanted to fucking talk to me again. I don’t fucking blame her, though. I wouldn’t.”

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, man...”

That’s fucking crazy. He stands up, flexing his fingers in and out. I can’t fucking move at the moment. Here I am, coming in here to let my band know that I’m going to be a father, and Caleb lays all this out.

“Yeah, whatever.” He shrugs, keeping his head down. “I just wish sometimes she would know how fucking sorry I am.”

“Caleb, you can’t blame yourself for an accident.”

That shit ain’t right. Caleb’s head falls back as he stares up at the ceiling.

“I can when I chased her away. She saw something… something that hurt her.”

Caleb laces his fingers and rests his head back on his hands. Squeezing his eyes shut, he hisses out in agony. 

“
Fuck
. Katie…
”

Katie?

Caleb doesn’t say anything more and starts walking out. Stopping at the door, he turns slowly back around and shrugs, holding onto the back of his neck.

“I guess I still have bad days.”

Then the crazy son of a bitch gives me this insane, sinister grin before he leaves, going from his total freak out back to his usual laid back self.

Wow, what the fuck? This is the first time I’ve ever seen Caleb crack
.
I wonder who the fuck this chick is that Caleb still holds on to her. She doesn’t talk to him, though. I wonder if he’s even tried since then. I mean, that was some time ago.

I lucked out with my girl, but if she didn’t take me back when she did, I know I would have never stopped thinking about her. I would go to any lengths to get her. This
love
… feeling this way for Sophia... I get greedy for it. I can’t even think of what it was like not having it. I can’t even imagine losing Sophia or my baby. I would freak the fuck out, too.

Will Caleb keep doing this shit, or, fuck… has he been doing it all along and I just never noticed before?

One thing is for goddamn sure. He still fucking loves her.

Chapter Fourteen

Sophia

“You guys fucking rocked!”

I stare back at thousands as I yell into the mic, my smile splitting my face. Dropping my arm, I toss my head back and inhale deeply, staring back up as the white lights around us begin to fade. That was freaking unbelievable.

The back of my neck is damp with sweat, some pieces of my hair clinging to it. My legs and ass are fucking on fire from constantly bending and squatting. Until I can actually talk to my gynecologist, I just don’t want to risk going too overboard.

Tristan is standing off behind some guy, but you can’t miss him because he towers over the other guy by at least a half of foot. I smile at the sight. Tristan’s own half smile stretches the corner of his mouth. It’s dark back here and I can’t really make out his eyes as I’m walking up, but just seeing that lazy, tooth-showing smirk of his?
Fuck…

“Hey, you.”

I graze my fingertip down his right bicep.

“Hey.”

Warm chills kiss the skin right below my belly button as Tristan hooks his finger into my shorts, bringing me closer to him. His dark brown eyes search my face. Cocking his head to the side, he slips his fingers out of my shorts and circles them tightly around my knuckles, tugging me behind him. He makes a sharp left turn then heads down the hall. I almost lose my balance there for a minute trying to keep up with his pace.

Tristan stops abruptly and I don’t even notice ‘til I run into the back of him. He spins around and with a deep chuckle, he bends over and hoists me over his shoulder. Stepping up to a metal door, he pushes it open with one hand as his other has a firm grip on the back of my upper thighs.

“Tristan, you’re going on in like five minutes!”

I try to sound serious, but my voice is laced with want. Tristan doesn’t say anything, his breathing still even. When the door closes behind us I arch my back, raising my head to check out where he’s taking me. Thick pieces of hair fall right in my eyes and I have to blow it to one side to get a glimpse. It looks like we’re in the underground parking garage where the buses usually pull in.

Tristan takes a step to the side and then we’re off in a small, cement cubbyhole. Different shades of fluorescent lights illuminate us. Taking hold of my hips, he slowly uses my body to caress his hard chest as he puts me back on my feet.
Oh shit.
His earthy, cedar scent and the feel of his body pressed against mine... my core clenches as warmth creeps up my chest.

“You don’t have time to fuck me,” I warn, my voice coming out in this urgent, breathy plea.

But we do have time for something else. This wicked idea comes to my head and my clit sings in excitement at the thought of it.

Running my hands down the sides of his smooth, black shirt, I grab onto his thick waist and slide them under his shirt. The small area of his skin feels like sweet sin beneath my touch. With my thighs closed tight, I slowly drop to my knees, holding his heated gaze with mine. My fingers trail over to his buckle and with one hand, I flip his belt out. My pussy burns in need at the thought of Tristan’s cock in my mouth.

“
Fuck
,” Tristan hisses through gritted teeth when I carefully, but quickly, pull his cock out.

The weight of his strong flesh in my hand sends another wave of chills through my body. Leaning into him, I use my left hand to press against his partially covered thigh as I grip his cock with my other, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on the head. I stretch my mouth out gradually as I try to fit as much of him in as I can. Tilting my neck back, I slow my breathing as I feed on him deeper than before.

“Ah, fuck. Sophia…” he groans as his head falls back.

He fists the back of my head gently but firmly as I work my mouth over him. I’m so fucking wet, pressing my thighs tighter to gain some relief over my aching clit. A torturous moan escapes my throat.

“Fucking want me to fuck your pussy the way I’m fucking your mouth, don’t you?”

Tightening his grip on the back of my head, Tristan starts a steady pace, keeping my head still as he fucks my mouth. He can usually cock me out if he is seriously fucking my mouth, but I’m so turned out that I greedily try to take all of what he is giving me, loving every fucking second. 

My moans sound almost like disguised pleas over his cock every time he pulls out of my mouth. My jaw starts to ache as Tristan keeps up his rhythm of sliding his cock in and out.

“Enough,” he grunts.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he caresses my jaw before taking me by my elbows and lifting me up. He spins me around so that my back is facing the wall. The belt that I’m wearing loosely over my shorts breaks free effortlessly when Tristan gives it a yank back, pulling me along with it until it tears apart.

Shit. I want to be able to walk out of here with my clothes still intact. I hurry and look down, my fingers beating Tristan’s as I pop open the button on my shorts. He would have just ripped it.

“Turn around and hold the wall,” he says, his order sounding more like a warning.

Damn, I need to be fucked this way.

He doesn’t remove his hand from my waist, but loosens his grip so he can still feel my skin as I turn around. Pulling the sides of my shorts down, I get to mid-thigh when Tristan circles his arm around me, his fingers cupping my pussy.

“Stop.”

Letting go of the shorts, I try to widen my stance as far out as I can, while placing my palms on the cool cement wall. Tristan’s rough hand kneads my ass. Circling his fingertips in my flesh, he pulls my cheeks wider apart then runs one hand down my spine, causing my hair to spill over my shoulders.

“Damn, my girl… I love this fucking ass.”

His grip grows firmer; he spreads me out wider.

“Tristan, you have to go on.”

Shit. During all of this I completely fucking forgot that he has to be getting his ass back there. Shit! I wanna come.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

The head of his cock presses against my opening. Thank fuck. He grabs both sides of my hips then assaults me out of nowhere, slamming up into me. My hands brush up against the wall, scraping my skin.

“Ahh!” I scream at the feel of him and the sting of my palms.

Tristan leans his body over mine as he continues to ride hard into me, hitting deep every time. There’s no freaking way I can hold back and more screams leave my body. What the fuck is he doing? He doesn’t stop; instead, he places his hand over one of mine that’s pressed against the wall. Now he has me caged in as he continues to fuck into me.

“Fuck! Tristan. Stop!”

Shit, I gotta get it together. My clit pulses and my walls contract around him. Another moan scrapes out of my hoarse throat. His thrusts become deeper and his groans become louder.

“You want me to stop?”

He starts to tease me with his cock, coming almost to a complete stop, then purposely dragging it completely out of me. He slides the head of his cock around my clit then glides it down. Stopping right before he reaches the very back, he slides it back up and repeats the torturous tease.

“No…” I whisper.

My eyebrows pinch together as I close my eyes. Tristan’s throaty cackle heats me even more. Gripping my waist again with both hands, his cock hits the top of my ass.

Backing me up, he lets go of my hips again and places his hand on the center of my back, pressing me forward. With one fluid tug, Tristan brings my shorts to my ankles. Anyone were to be going by, which I’m sure there’s been at least one, this would look fucking crazy. I’m totally bent over for him. But being back in this nook with Tristan’s massive body covering me, I should be good to go. Besides, they’ll be seeing his ass, not mine.

Tristan hisses as he fists my cheeks and spreads them apart, using his hips to press the tip of his cock back into me.

“This fucking sweet ass…”

He wastes no time fucking back into me. For real, though, the crew is probably starting to get pissed.

Ah shit…

My body quivers from the fullness of him inside me to his tight grip on my ass. My eyes squeeze tight when ecstasy pulses through my body. Clenching around him, I scream into my knees as it rips through my core. Dampness moistens my inner thighs as my cum spills around Tristan’s cock, which stills inside me, letting my body finish riding it out. Fuck!

Letting go of my ass, he steps out of me again.

“I want your mouth to finish me off,” he says gruffly.

As I’m reaching for my shorts to pull them back up, Tristan grabs a hold of my shoulders and tugs me around. With one hand on my head, he fists his cock and brings it to my mouth. My shorts fall back around my ankles. Placing my hands on his thick upper thighs, I use my mouth to suck the head in, wrapping my lips around it then opening my mouth wider as he pushes himself in. He catches me off guard and I gag on him when he hits the back. I taste my own saltiness warming my mouth.

“Ooh, fuck. I love watching you choke on my fucking cock,” he hisses. That sound alone sends a pulse through my body again.

Opening my eyes, I look up at him. Letting go of his hips, I start wringing his cock, using each hand to go opposite of the other. After every couple pushes in, I would swallow it back, causing me to gag on him. That causes a bunch of my spit to rise, which I then spread over the rest of his cock with my hands. Hearing the deep rumbles of his moans echoing around us has me so turned on that I bring him in deeper.

“That’s it, my girl. That’s fucking
it
.”

Tristan’s eyes are hard on mine. For a moment he looks almost in pain but then his warm cum starts filling my mouth. Trying to lock up my throat, I finish rubbing him out ‘til his cock jerks inside my mouth.

Tristan slides his cock slowly out as some of his cum leaks from my lips. Turning my head the other way, I spit over my shoulder. Okay, call me a freak, but I just don’t feel right swallowing Tristan’s fucking cum. Doesn’t everything I eat nourish the baby? Yeah, rather spit the wad out.

“Here,” Tristan says low as he helps me up, then crouches in front of me to pull up my shorts.

“I got it,” I giggle back. He doesn’t need to dress me. “You should get going.” I nod over to the door we came in from.

After popping the button back through my shorts, Tristan wraps his arm around my back, then slides it down so his left hand rests over my ass. Holding me close to him this way, he pulls on the handle to open the door. When we step back into the narrow hallway, Lux’s voice booms down the hall.

“Couldn’t you have fucking waited until after the set?”

Oh, shit! Quickly glancing up at Tristan, I see he has a crooked grin on his handsome face. His head turns slightly when he notices me staring at him.

“Love you,” he says to me and places a kiss on my forehead. My eyes close instantly at the contact of his lips.

“Love you,” I smile back at him as he leans back.

Cool air hits my skin when Tristan turns right and heads for the stage entrance. The sound of his band jamming hard pours from the hallway.

Smiling at his back, I watch him slowly fade away down the dark corridor toward the stage, fixed on the way his back moves with every step he takes.

“Next time, you two…”

My smile drops at the sound of Lux awkwardly clearing his throat behind me. Ah, fuck. I slowly face Lux, raising one eyebrow up, hoping to God.

“So... we had security by this entrance and the east entrance to make sure no one from the crews went in there,” he says, looking everywhere except at me. My eyes drop. I just fucking know.

“So. People heard us.”

“Yes.” He stops and looks right at me.

No beating around the bush with that one. Yeah, I feel embarrassed standing in front of Lux, who I’m sure probably heard a little too. But hey, it’s not like it’s the first time. Shit, this isn’t the time to crack jokes. I mean, I’m standing with my hair wild out in matted knots from Tristan’s fist and my belt hanging wide open off my hips. A few tears have ripped through my stockings. 

Yeah... I look like someone who just got pounded into by an unmerciful cock. My lips spread across my teeth as my smile widens at him. Lux shakes his head, but smiles back.

“See you later, Sophia.”

Then Lux turns back around, pulling out a cell phone and bringing it to his ear.

“Fucking Sophie!” Roger slurs behind me.

Oh fuck-ing great. Crossing my arms over my chest, I turn around and stick my hip out. Smirking, I wait for it.

“You horny little thing.”

He circles his index finger with the hand that’s holding a J&B bottle. What the fuck? My head tosses back at Roger’s choice of words.

“What’s so funny?” asks Jeff, startling me when he walks up to my side.

“Ah, nothing,” Roger shrugs, fighting to hold back from laughing. “Just Sophia getting her guts pushed by Tristan out in the garage.”

Holy shit! Jeff’s eyes widen as he brings a Solo cup up to his mouth but he chokes on his drink, his eyes lightening at me.

“Fuck, Roger.”