Facing Me
Authors: Cat Mason
Facing Me
Shaft
On
Tour
Book Two
By: Cat Mason
Copyright
©
2013 Amy Cox
writing as Cat Mason
E-book publication March 2014
Cover Design: Picture from Shutterstock,
designing done by the unnamed Graphic Goddess
Editing done by: Asli Fratarcangeli
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a.k.a. Cat Mason. This is a work of Fiction. All characters,
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are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual events, or
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Contents
It Happened One
Night
In
NOLA.
*Aiden*
“Show me ‘dem
titties!” Hunter shouts, dropping into the booth. “It’s not even Mardi Gras and
it’s
boobs everywhere.”
“I told you how
it is in New Orleans, man. Better than Vegas, any damn day of the week,”
Gray yells over the Blues band that has just taken the stage. “Yo, Big Man,
let’s find some babes and go back to the bus.”
Gray bumps
Hunter’s outstretched fist. “I’m down with that, let’s go bang some Poo-tang.”
My eyes widen in
amusement, I arch my newly pierced brow at my brother. “Just because it rhymes,
does not mean you can say it asshole.” I tease. “Plus, you should never refer
to something as beautiful as a pussy, with the word
poo
, ever.
Ruins the visual,” I add, flinging my bottle cap on the table. “That’s why we
leave the lyric writing to Gray.”
“I’ll write you
a song, motherfucker.” Hunter bites out, just as a brunette flops onto my lap.
“Lookin’ for company, Sugar?” She giggles, flipping her hair over her shoulder,
before leaning in to kiss me.
Instantly, I
turn my face away. “Only thing your mouth can ever have of mine is my cock,
Sugar.
”
I mutter, making her whine. That annoying fucking sound makes my dick
jump behind my balls for safety. Relentless groupies are nothing close to
what I need. Sure, they are willing, but not willing enough to submit
complete control to me. That is what I want. What I need more than
a wet hole is complete control. With all the pussy and booze constantly
in my face, my control is fading. It feels like I can’t grasp and hold
onto anything that could ever mean more to me. I need a connection;
something I can’t find in a damn groupie.
It’s all about
being seen with us and getting your piece of us. Well, bitches can try
all they want, they will never get my heart or my mouth. Some people can
give things like that away without it meaning anything; not me. I’ll fuck
you from behind and blow my load in a latex cum-catcher, but that’s all you’ll
get.
“Come to me,
Kitten.” Hunter croons to the chick in my lap. “I’ve got no problem shovin’ my
tongue down your throat, if that means my dick gets to go next.”
I’m ready to
head back to the bus, blast my IPod and crash for the next twelve hours.
Fuck this day and these attention seeking whores.
Honestly, I’m sure
Hunter would fuck them all.
Then I see her walk into the bar.
Her eyes meet mine then quickly snap away, rocking me to my core. Those
eyes; my God, those damn eyes make it hurt to breathe. The shyness in her
body language, the instant submission; it’s the sexiest thing I have ever
seen. Pushing the chick off my lap, I shove to my feet. “I’m out.” I
mumble, but get no response.
Locking on her
again, my breath is knocked out of me. Blonde hair now veiled around her
face, blocking those eyes I so desperately want to see again. Her head is
bowed so I can’t quite see her expression. I watch, frozen in place,
while she walks away from me toward the bar. Leaning in, her tiny shorts
stretch across her ass, making my dick poke up from his hiding place, ready to
throw his hat in the ring.
The bartender
says something, making her laugh. Her head tilts back, hair falling down,
nearly touching her perfect ass as she laughs. Suddenly, her eyes lock
with mine. The minute they do, my heart races, my breath lodges in my
chest as the sound washes over me. Without thinking, my feet move me
closer to her. I need to see those eyes up close, hear her voice,
know
her name. Stopping in front of her, I take a
breath. “Your name?” The two words rush out of me on a breath.
Shit,
is that all I got?
“Camaron,” she
whispers, dropping her gaze to my boots. The scent of her perfume grabs a
hold of me and doesn’t let go. I can’t place it, but it’s alluring and
enticing. Delectably sexual, and I want her. Reaching out, I tilt
her chin up so that her eyes meet mine again. The blue, fiery gaze
ignites something in me that I’ve never felt in my life. Desire.
The need to claim her, possess her, in every possible way, if she lets me.
“Camaron, I’m
Aiden.” I whisper, stepping closer, pinning her against the bar. Her
breath hitches, nipples hardening against the thin tank top she has on,
screaming for attention. Sliding my fingers along her neck, I feel her
pulse quicken. I desperately want to devour her body from head to toe
right here, but my eyes only drop as far as her mouth. Her tongue darting
out to wet her lips, undoes me. For a reason I may never know or
understand, I slam my mouth on hers; frantic to taste her, to claim her.
She moans
softly, giving me access to flick my tongue across her lip before diving
hungrily into her mouth. I’m dying to have her and I’ve just met
her. Never have I felt this; like I’ll explode if I can’t touch her, take
her again and again. I’d give anything to watch those blue eyes glaze
over when I send her over the edge with orgasm after orgasm until she is too
weak to stand.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I pull back
from her, catching my breath and before I can rationalize and run like hell, my
mouth opens. “Come somewhere with me, now.” I bite out, way more confident than
I feel.
“I don’t do
stuff like this, Aiden.” She says nervously, biting down on her lip. “Never,
have I just walked out of a bar with some guy for a one nighter.”
Damn, if that
just doesn’t make me want her even more. “Well, that’s makes two of us then,
baby. I’ve never given any woman my kiss.” Her eyebrow arches
skeptically, and I’m not surprised. I mean who the hell doesn’t
kiss? Well, me. It’s emotional, intimate and I never felt the urge
to; until now. “Don’t believe me baby? You probably shouldn’t, but
I won’t leave here without you tonight.” I say, because, damn, it’s not just a
line, it’s true as anything I have ever said. If she says no, I will walk
away with more regret than I care to admit. Which is fucked up; who would
give a shit about getting shot down when I could grab any bitch in this
bar?
She’s not just any bitch, now is she Aiden? Could she give
me something that I’m missing?
And there is my answer, I have to know
one way or the other. The thought of walking away without having one
night with her is something I don’t want to face. I want to bury myself
in her and forget everything but her and the ways I can make her scream. “I
want you so badly.” I murmur, grinding my erection against her thigh.
Those gorgeous
eyes widen slightly before she udders the two words that shake my world.
Words that make my dick so hard, he’s ready to sign away his soul, if possible,
and bury into her tight heat and never leave. “Yes, Sir.” Camaron pants, and,
fuck me, I grab her hand, dragging her out the door to the nearest hotel.
I didn’t know it
then, of course, but those two words changed my entire life in every way.
And I’ll never be the same; but that’s not the whole story. Love isn’t
found and built in one night. The truest, rawest loves are the ones that
bend but don’t break. It’s what you would die to protect, and the
memories you make to cherish for the rest of your life.
Sometimes
though, one of you fuck up.
More often than
that, you both do.
This is our story.
One
Moving On?
*Aiden*
Tossing back
another shot, I welcome the burn that numbs my broken soul. We can sit
around the bonfire and analyze my shit past all you want. Look, everyone
has a story; my pages are just a lot darker than most. I grew up with
shit parents and an older brother that took my beatings for me every chance he
could, while I watched it all from my hiding place.
Yeah, yeah poor
Aiden right? Well, I don't want your pity. I'd rather you wrap
those lips around my dick. I'm stronger because of the things I've seen,
the things I've been through. Not in spite of them. It molded me
into who I am today. When horrible things happen there's only so much you
can do. You live, you learn and then, hopefully, you figure out a way to
deal with the hand you were dealt.
For me, it's all
about keeping the rhythm, setting a beat. Taking control. I thrive
on that shit. That thumping that keeps us all moving through life until
we die. No matter how hard life gets, the beat thumps on. Ready or
not.
With each
passing day, I can feel the darkness creeping in again, taking me over. I
try to fight it but I'm helpless to stop it without her. Camaron, my
baseline. My heart. The space in my chest is cold and empty without
her by my side. It was my choice, I sent her away. After she told
me she loved me, I told her to go. The only person I desperately wanted
to hear say those words to me, and as soon as she said them I pushed
away. I shut her out, telling her that her insecurities would wreck
anything we could ever have. Using her very own weaknesses against her,
telling her that she wasn’t good enough for us. Pushing her as fast,
hard, and far away as I could.
No matter how
much we love each other, I just wasn't enough for her. No matter how hard
I tried, I wasn’t man enough to give her the reassurances she would need.
Let her go, that’s what I did. What had to be
done.
I freed her of being held back by both my past and her lack of
self-confidence. I'm never enough for anyone, until I'm behind my kit.
I center the entire band. I have all the control over the tempo of
every song. If I fuck up it throws off all of us. It's not Gray or
Hunter calling the shots, it's all me. I command everything with
the beat of my sticks. Command and control. I have a deep rooted
need to control. Cam gave me that in the bedroom like no one else ever
has, but she wouldn’t trust me. She didn’t lean on me to be strong for
her. She was perfect for me. All consuming, heart-stoppingly beautiful
and I don’t think she could even see it.
Doing just as
I've done for weeks now, I drown my sorrows in a bottle of vodka. Nothing
anyone says reaches me. Not even Gray's wife, Daisy. She's Cam's
best friend and continues to beg me to make this shit right. I'd love to
know how the fuck I do that. My body aches and all I want is my girl.
She's the habit I can't shake. All my control goes out the window
because I want nothing more than to run to her. Drop everything and go to
Vegas so I can drag Cam back to where she belongs. With me.
I toss a fifty to the bar, then fumble
off my stool on to my shaky legs. Pushing my way through the crowd is
easy enough with my hoodie pulled up and sunglasses covering my face. No
one recognizes the drummer for the biggest up and coming band in the US when
he's hiding like this. According to the grocery store rag-mags page
eleven; Shaft has hit the big time, hell yeah.
A couple months ago, no one knew us.
We were just three no names opening for another no name band. Then
Gray went and fell in love. The covers he started singing at the end of
every show, for Daisy, attracted a lot of attention. Thanks to YouTube
uploading and social media, Shaft has blown up in a huge way. News of
their spontaneous Vegas wedding has only added to our fast growing popularity.
Scanning the crowded bar, I spot Henry's
big ass propped against a wall. His sunglasses covered eyes trained on my
brother, Hunter, whose face is being mauled by a black haired chick. All I
can see is her ass encased in a short black leather skirt, while Hunter gropes
her in clear view of the entire fucking bar. Hey, I'm not complaining
about the show. Honestly, it's been too long since I've been in the game
and I need to make a play. My poor dick may pack up his balls and leave
if I don't.
What’s holding
you back now, Aiden? Cam’s gone now, isn’t she? She couldn’t care
less who you’re fucking, if you mattered so much; she would be here, wouldn’t
she?
Besides,
my hand is going to start asking for hazard pay if I don't give him the night
off and get laid soon. Pussy is easy to come by, but some chicks don't
dig my need for control and to sexually dominate. I've had more than my
fair share of freak outs, leaving too few people who truly get me.
Most women think
it's a game I play or a joke which couldn't be further from the truth. I
need it like I need air in my lungs. To mark, to push; I live for the
feeling to conquer and command another into submitting their body.
Trusting me to know how to give them the pleasure they need. Domination
is as much of a part of me as my sticks or my eye color. When I have no
control over a situation, I spiral into the darkness. Overwhelming me
until I lose my shit, just like I did in Vegas.
I don't usually
let myself get like that, but when I do, there are only three people who have
ever been able to pull me back: Hunter, Cam and, thankfully, Daisy. When
Cam left me in Vegas, Daisy kicked my ass in gear and made me fight my way
back. Then I pushed Cam away because she was too insecure to let me love
her. I can't force my way in. Her heart is the one thing I can't
control in our relationship and, in realizing that, I had to let her go.
Even if I don’t want to admit it has broken me, the damage has been done.
Nothing can be worse than this pain.
So now, here I
am watching my brother get to third base with some hot little Latina.
Regardless of what my heart is feeling, my dick jumps to attention.
Maybe it's time I take Hunter up on his offer and join in on the
fun. Fucking Camaron out of my system isn't the best plan, but hell I'm
out of options.
I stagger over
to the table and plop into the chair across from them. "Up for a
little two for one?" I say, managing not to slur my words.
Hunter rips his
mouth from hers and stares at me with wide eyes. "You sure you're up for
this little brother?" He smirks, squeezing her ass with both hands making
her moan. "Kitten here says she likes it rough."
"My
name's....." She starts, but I raise my hand to stop her mid-sentence.
Talking is something I don't need. Not tonight. Not
ever. If this bitch wants to chat, she needs to call Granny or her Aunt
Sally.
"As long as
you're STD free I won't be needing you to say a word. Unless it's to tell
me you've got a few friends to join in the fun." I watch her face
carefully as I continue. Hunter is nearly bouncing in his seat, now, in
anticipation, his eyes watching us both intently. "If this happens, you
need to know going in that I will be controlling all of it. I'll be
calling the shots. Got me?"
Her eyes darken,
a grin spreads across her face. "Yes, Sir." She says with a bite of
sarcasm, but the endearment that Cam had used doesn’t pack the same allure it
used to.
"Good."
I reply, adjusting my dick and push to my feet. "Let's go then." She
stands with Hunter just as Henry walks over, ushering us out of the club.
After settling
us in the 'Burban, Henry heads back downtown to our hotel. Ever since
Daisy was released from the hospital, we stay in hotels as much as possible so
she's comfortable. Which will work in my favor tonight.
Hunter's gaze is
trained on my hand sliding up 'Kitten's' bare thigh. "So, Aiden's back?
Damn, I've missed you brother. I say we take her together, give her
the dual Chesterfield shafting she needs." At his words, her entire body
trembles between us.
"Is that
what you want Darlin'? You want us both?" I growl against her ear
making her breath hitch. Swallowing hard, she only nods a response.
Running my hand up, my fingers squeeze her inner thigh, just as Henry
opens the door. "Now's one time I do need words. When I get you
naked and ready, I won't be stoppin'. So call it off now if you've got
doubts." I push, making sure that she's ready for what I plan to do to
her. There's no way I want her doing something she isn't ready for.
"I want this. I'm sure." She stammers, before running her
tongue over her lush bottom lip.
Grabbing her
hand, I pull her with me as I climb from the car. Hunter bumps Henry's
fist with an enormous smile on his face, following us into the hotel.
"Don't wait up Big Man, unless you want in on this too. I'm about to
get a lesson in Dom style lovin'."
Henry just
shakes his head, as we stop outside the door to my suite. Walking across
the hall to the door of the room he shares with my brother, Henry disappears
inside with a nod in my direction. A slide of my key card gives me a
green light in more ways than one. Hunter fumbles in behind me, kicking
his boots off as he goes. Without a word, I walk into the bedroom and
grab my bag. I may not have a kinky, toy filled, play room like most in
my lifestyle, but I can improvise like a fuckin’ boss. I have no need for
a St. Andrews Cross or a Spanking Horse. I can totally turn anything into
what I need, and I plan to make full use of the furniture in my suite tonight.
When I enter the
living area of the suite, Hunter is flopped onto the sofa completely naked.
“You didn’t waste any time, did you fucker?” I ask him, dropping my bag into
his lap.
“Ummph.
What the hell are you waitin’ for bro? I’d be done with her
already.” He says proudly.
Making my way
over to her, I grin wickedly. “It’s all about control and stamina. Maybe
that’s why they only want you once Cunter. No woman would be satisfied
with being my Frisbee, you gotta make ‘em wanna come back again and again.” My
thoughts drift back to Cam, before I shake my head, forcing her out of my
thoughts.
Reaching out, I
cup her face in my hands. “I, on the other hand, take my time. Make it
last. Nothing hotter than hearing a woman beg desperately for everything
you’re about to give her.” Kitten’s face turns into my hand, silently asking
for more of my touch. She looks up with dark brown eyes just begging for
me to kiss her. Parting her lips, she steps closer to me in a silent
plea. “No.” I tsk, shaking my head. “Strip. Now. Then lean over the
table face down.”
Kitten’s eyes
widen but she doesn’t argue, just turns toward the table dropping her skirt.
I yank the paracord bracelet from my wrist working to unlace it while I
watch her strip off the rest of her clothes. Hunter’s eyes lock on her
when she lays flat against the wood of the kitchenette table. After
separating the black chord from the blue I slide in behind her. Leaning
down, I press hard against her, my lips grazing her ear. “I’m going to tie your
wrists and ankles to the table legs Darlin’, then blindfold you.” I bite out,
before biting her ear lobe hard enough to make her yelp in surprise. “Then my
brother and I are going to fuck you until you scream.” Her tremble tells
me that she wants this as badly as I wish I did. For some reason, it
doesn’t feel the same as it did with Cam. Shaking Camaron from my
thoughts, I smile against
Kitten’s
skin. “Good girl.”
Looking over to
Hunter, I motion for my bag. “If you want a piece of this…” Slapping her ass
hard, I wave him over. “You’ll get over here and help me.”
Hunter jumps
from the sofa, looking at me in awe, before he scrambles over, dropping the bag
at my feet with a thud. He stands there nearly panting like a puppy
waiting for my next command.
No fucking control.
Squatting
down, I lace the blue cord around her ankle. After tying it to the table
leg, I make sure it isn’t too tight, then do the same to her other ankle with
the black cord. Her pussy is exposed and there is nothing she can do
about it. Once I’m sure she’s comfortable and secure, I yank open my bag.
Pulling out a sleep mask, I thrust it at Hunter. “Put this over her eyes,
while I tie her wrists to the tops of the other two legs with rope from my
bag.” His eyes light up and I swear if he could, he’d bang his dick against the
floor like a happy dog wagging his tail.
After I secure
her wrists to the other two table legs, she is in perfect position. Tied
spread eagle to the table, waiting for whatever I have planned for her.
I run my fingers down her spine making her tremble under my touch.
“You may answer only when I ask you a direct question. Now, are you
comfortable?” She nods. “Good. If your hands or feet start to feel
numb, I need to know immediately.”
“Yes, Sir.” She
pants, making my dick jump.
Stepping between
her spread thighs, I grind my still jean clad erection against her ass making
her moan loudly. Bringing my hand down, the loud slap against her ass
echos through the room. Hunter’s hand is stroking his cock like a horny
teenager watching his first porno. “Put that thing in her mouth for fuck’s
sake. No sense wasting a good hole.” I grin.
“You’re my hero
little brother.” Hunter says, walking over to the other side of the table.
“Open for me Kitten. I want those sexy lips around my cock.” Instantly,
she opens, taking him in, making him groan loudly. “Shit…”
