The Will to Love (4 page)

Will could be quite the sadist and more often than not, he made Grant hold out while he came inside him and then he would ease himself out of his lover, discard the condom and wrap his lips around his lover’s cock. He preferred Grant to come in his mouth and down his throat.

The same mouth that kissed and caressed Laurel’s beautiful body.

He withdrew from her body and sat up in bed. “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice was harsh in the early morning.

She sat up and slipped off the negligee before she turned onto her stomach and lifted her body onto strong arms and legs gracefully. Everything about her was smooth and sleek, softly seductive and
clean
.

Will preferred the deviancy—or what he’d been told his whole life was deviant by school, society and the entertainment industry—of fucking a guy. There was something extremely appealing about a man’s body against his own. Territory so familiar because he knew what he liked and could identify.

Fucking Grant was like being in perfect harmony with another person in a way he’d never truly felt with Laurel. Fucking her was merely a sexual act that produced pleasure but not the earth shattering orgasms he was used to when he and Grant were together.

His hands grabbed the perfect globes of her ass and licked her asshole before his tongue traced her perineum and dipped his tongue into the same hole his cock had just been. His tongue slid inside her easily and she ground her hips toward him as she moaned out loud.

“Fuck me, baby,” she begged with an urgency in her tone.

He should have felt special but he didn’t; he’d found her G-spot when no other boyfriend knew it was there and she loved him to take her doggy style because his cock hit it and caused her to orgasm so hard, she convulsed.

Will loved the way her muscles tightened around his cock and allowed a release he would hold on to until he was ready to let himself go. No one controlled his orgasms except him and he could make himself last as long as he wanted to with no issues at all.

He planned to do that but now he wanted to make her wait too as his tongue tackled her clit, and suckled on it as he slid two fingers inside her and massaged her G-spot. Her hips bucked against his face involuntarily as her head hung and she breathed shallow breaths before she cried out.

It was way too easily to get her off; he wanted to come too but as collapsed on the bed, he didn’t know if she could handle another round.

“You all right?” he wondered not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

“Perfect,” she purred before she spread her legs and beckoned him to her nude body with a manicured forefinger. “Fuck me hard, and make it hurt.”

He smiled slightly before he flipped her over on her stomach again and grabbed hold of her waist with rough fingers that dug into her soft flesh. She wanted a pounding and that was something he could definitely deliver.

Will thrust himself inside her and began to move his hips in a rhythm that was rough and punishing before he would slow down to stop himself from coming and intentionally hit all the right places inside her tight pussy. She clenched her muscles around his cock and he could feel his orgasm, ever elusive until this point, approach with no fucking help from Grant.

Fuck!

Why did he think about that motherfucker’s name?

All he saw now every time he closed his eyes was Grant’s lips wrapped around his cock while he jacked himself off at the same time. He didn’t want to think about those gorgeous lips sucking him dry like a fucking hoover. His throat muscles clenching possessively around Will’s hard dick and milking an orgasm from him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Laurel moaned again. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again!”

And this time she took Will over the edge with her while all he saw were mesmerizing blue-gray eyes surrounded by black eyeliner milking his cock until he’d damn near gone semi-soft.

“OKAY, WHAT DO you guys think?”

Will felt like he’d spent most of the day half in his head and half in the real world.

After he’d finished fucking Laurel, he got out of bed, took a shower and dressed quickly since he was due at the studio for a meeting.

He’d left, and drove to the studio where he met up with all of his band mates.

Once he got there, he and Grant had glanced into one another’s direction occasionally but everyone was busy digesting the news they’d just received from Paul Branson, their financial manager.

Vogue Hotel, Spa and Casino had offered them a two year contract to play in Vegas. What was their general thoughts about leaving L.A. and moving to the City of Sin for a couple years?

“It’s perfect if I may say so because the fans would come to see us instead of the other way around,” he said without thinking. “I’m sick of living here and I could do with a change of scenery.”

“I can’t go.” Jaden looked toward the ground before he faced his mates with bright amber eyes. “I mean, to this meeting in Vegas, but you know what my answer is. I’m all for a change, man.”

Grant rolled his eyes. “I need to bring Sasha because I want to run it by her. It’s a huge decision, Kaz. We will be stuck at one place for two years and yeah, that means no travelling but a concert is a concert. They are still exhausting never the less.”

“Yeah, but they’re less exhausting when done in one place.” Will silenced Grant with a cold, blue-eyed look.

“I guess…I mean, I’m just the drummer of this motherfuckin’ band so I guess I don’t get a fuckin’ opinion.”

“Jesus, you two are worse than Faith—shut the fuck up and just listen for fuck’s sake. It’s a
deal
. Nothing is set in stone yet and we might not even agree to take it. It’s a free weekend in Vegas. Stop your pissin’ and moanin’.”

“Why aren’t you going again?” Grant wondered out loud as he stuffed his hands into his slightly baggy gray jeans. “I mean, if you say it’s Talia’s pregnancy, I’m gonna call bullshit. You don’t care that much about her. You can’t even leave that crack whore you’re with to be with the mother of your
child
. Damn, I know you were born and raised in a motorcycle club and all but do you always have to act like the white trash stereotype, man? You’re like a fuckin’ reject from the
Jerry Springer
show—”

“Enough!” Kaz glared at each of them before his gaze rested on Will’s eyes. “If Jaden needs to stay here because he doesn’t want to be away from Talia then that’s cool because I’m not bringing Syd and our brother is in town. I don’t want him there but Syd think’s it’s just peachy he stay with us.”

“Fuck that shit.” Jaden stood and began to pace. “You know why Cillian wants to stay with your old lady and it’s got nothin’ to do with keepin’ her safe. He’ll be fuckin’ her before you get to Vegas. That man has no shame and now that he and Brianna are on the outs, that’s just a disaster waitin’ to happen.”

Grant snickered. “Every woman isn’t
like
the skank you date. Syd wouldn’t do that to you, man.”

“Agreed.” Will gazed at Jaden in disgust before he met Kaz’s concerned aquamarine eyes. “Syd is loyal and after everything you two have been through, she’s in love with you. She doesn’t even look at other men.”

“Yeah, I know…but I don’t trust Cillian, and if you knew our brother, you wouldn’t trust him around your woman either. Not alone. It’s that fuckin’ Irish accent, and the women drop their panties for him in an instant. Plus, he doesn’t
look
like a biker. In fact, he looks like a movie star version of our father and no matter how much he tries to scruff himself up, he can’t. He’s just blessed and we all know he’s considered the most attractive out of all of us.”

“Sorry but I don’t have much sympathy.” Grant swigged from a bottle of Evian. “There isn’t one ugly Cox brother and your sisters are gorgeous. Your family was blessed with good looks, genetically—”

“True, but we are fucked in other ways as you can see from Jaden’s situation. There’s always been a weakness for pussy and the brothers have a tendency to poach on one another’s territory although we shouldn’t.” Kaz began to pace as if he needed to do anything other than just stand there and talk about their impending contract that was in the works.

“Why can’t Syd come along?” Will regretted his question as soon as he asked it as their lead singer’s icy blue-green eyes gazed into his direction.

“First of all, she’s suffering from morning sickness and second of all, she never got over the tour. She won’t want to travel and she’s definitely not going to be gung ho about moving to Vegas.”

“Wait just a damned minute. Since when did
bitches
start havin’ a say in what happens to
our
group?” Jaden growled. “You think I give a fuck what either Talia or Faith thinks about our move if and when we decide to make it? They’re just along for the ride and should be grateful we’re allowing them to come with us. Vegas is brimmin’ with pussy and why should we give a fuck what they want? It’s our career and we’re bringin’ in the money.”

“Dude, Syd is an heiress—she doesn’t
need
Kaz’s money,” Grant replied as he sat down on a stool casually.

“Not to mention she’s pregnant with my fucking child and comes from a family where male members—other than her grandfather—aren’t that highly regarded.” Will watched as Kaz stepped to Jaden and grabbed him by his shirt with both hands. “Do you think I want my son left here in L.A. while I’m in Vegas? Unlike you, I
do
give a fuck and that’s my goddamn
family
you’re talking about, bro. Syd isn’t fuckin’ replaceable, you feel me?”

“Yeah, I’m feelin’ ya.” Jaden stepped back as Kaz let go.

“Is this meeting done because I gotta get home and let Laurel know about our change of plans for the weekend.”

“Yeah, it is but…stick around for a minute. I wanna talk to you. Jaden, I’m not finished with you so wait for me in the lobby.”

Everyone took that as their cue they were dismissed except for Will who began to pace and wondered what this was about.

Kaz was capable of a lot but he had always been the fearless leader who kept Scarlet Fever together regardless. He was the driving force and his ambition alone had landed them where they were. Whether it was his fucked up childhood or proving something to his biological old man, he’d been determined the group make it and they’d done just that.