Page 23 of Damned Embers


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“That was insane!” Creed shouts, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Tonight’s show was the craziest we’ve ever played before. It’s like everyone was thriving on the energy in the arena. For the first time in our lives, a large moshpit broke out in the VIP area. Security tried to break it up until we told them all it was fine. Sure, we probably shouldn’t have encouraged the violence but honestly no one was being extremely rough. The second someone was we cut the music and raised the lights calling the people out, kicking them out. After that, everyone got the hint. Enjoy yourself but don’t get too rowdy.

“Creed, come on man,” Gunner tries to tug him back through the sunroof of our limo.

Usually, we stick to black armored Suburbans but tonight we wanted to go big or go home in celebration. The limo was taking us to a nightclub that had been booked especially for us and our crew to celebrate the night. Only those on a special list who had been vetted were allowed entrance. I hated the security that went with an event like this but I figured it was worth inconveniencing everyone for just one night of excitement.

Leaving Gunner and Creed to battle it out over the sunroof, I turned my attention to Sebastian. As soon as the concert ended and he set his eyes on Freddy again, his anger came to the forefront. I’m almost positive he wanted to beat the shit out of the asshole. The only thing that stopped him was me, using him to hold myself up while I took my boots off. They were killing my feet. I didn’t usually wear boots that had as large of a heel as I did tonight but I wanted to do it for the special occasion. Okay, and maybe because I knew it made my ass look good.

“Hey, big guy,” I mumble, moving until I’m sitting in his lap, my legs on either side of his. Leaning forward I place a kiss against his neck, running my hands up and down his chest lightly, teasing him.

“Sky,” he groans, his hands gripping my waist. “You better behave, Princess. I won’t be gentle with you tonight if you do this. You and that sinfully short skirt you’re wearing are just asking for trouble.”

The very skirt he’s talking about is currently scrunched up practically at my waist. The black ripped jean material barely had any give for the way I was sitting. If I looked down between us I would be on full display. He hasn’t realized it yet but I didn’t bother to put any panties on underneath. I had every intention of having one, if not all, of my men inside me, filling me up tonight.

“Promises, promises,” I murmur, nibbling his ear lobe. I grind down against him, rubbing my bare wet pussy against his jeans.

“Sky,” he groans louder, tossing his head back against the seat. He grips me tighter, trying to still my movements. “I’m not going to warn you again, Princess.”

I smile against his neck where I had started to kiss him. Sucking and biting until I know he’s going to have a nice little love bite from me. My hands travel down his chest until I reach the edge of his jeans, playing with the button. He doesn’t stop me, just slides his hips forward a little more on the seat making it easier for me to reach his button and zipper. Undoing both, I reach between the slit in his boxers, pulling his dick out. He’s already semi-hard when I pull him out. With a few pumps of my hand, he’s hard as a rock ready for me.

Lifting my hips slightly, I line myself up with him. Sliding against the tip of his cock, letting my juices soak him. Finishing teasing him, I slide down his shaft, taking him inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me. When I go to move my hips just a little he stops me.

“No, no. You aren’t in charge here,” he demands.

His hands tighten against my hips before he begins to move, slamming himself up into me. He starts at a punishing pace, the only thing I can do is grasp his shoulders and hold myself still taking every inch of his cock. Our moans fill the limo space as our breaths mingle. When my first orgasm is about to crash down on me, Sebastian kisses me, thrusting his tongue between my lips to help keep me quiet. He knew I was going to shout my release, as my body shuddered around him.

“I got you, Princess,” he mumbles against my lips. “Gimmie one more orgasm.”

He slows down his pace, just slightly as his hand snakes between our bodies. His thumb finds my clit and he begins to rub circles against it, applying just enough pressure to send fireworks through my body.

“Bas,” I moan, my head dropping against his shoulder, my body already going limp in his hold.

“That’s right, Baby,” he whispers against my ear. “Don’t hold back. Give me that orgasm. I can feel how tight you are around my cock.”

“Please,” I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulder.

“Please, what?” he demands, his voice deepening with authority.

“I need…,” I mumble, trying to form the words through the haze of pleasure in my mind. “I need to come. Let me come.” I grind down on his lap in an attempt to take him deeper, meeting every stroke of his.

“Almost there, move those hips for me,” he commands, using his left hand to hold me steady, his thrust picking up their pace.

Our movements are frenzied, each of us chasing that last bit of pleasure together that we know only the other person can bring us. My breathing becomes erratic, my eyes feel like they’re rolling into the back of my head as I hold myself back from tumbling over the chasm of pleasure.

“Come for me, Princess,” Bas demands.

At his words I fall apart, my legs shake, and I collapse completely against his chest. I can feel his dick twitching inside my cunt, as his warm seed spills inside me. My breathing is ragged as I try to catch my breath. A smile forms on my face as Sebastian wraps me in his arms, holding me against his chest until my breathing begins to even out. My eyes start to close as my body relaxes into his hold. Enjoying the warmth he’s providing my now chilled body.

“Rest, Princess. I’ll wake you when we reach the club,” he murmurs against my hair. That’s the last thing I hear as sleep overcomes me.

Chapter Thirteen

Surviving band practice for the afternoon and early hours of the evening was a lot easier after Gunner and I talked. I hated having him involved now that he knew the truth. It was risky. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I made the right choice in telling him the truth, not that he really gave me one to start with. A small part of me was hoping that what we did hadn’t been noticed. If the stalker never brought up how Gunner was the one who had comforted me in the middle of my panic attack then maybe they didn’t see us leave together in his car.

It was a long shot, a very big one, but it was all I had to hold on to. Not for one second did I believe the stalker didn’t know that he helped my panic attack nor that he just took me for a drive. I’m sure in the next day or two I’ll be receiving some sort of present making their presence and knowledge known.

In the years that I had been gone, not only was I spending them hiding myself and my past, but I was using the resources I had access to as an employee with Rockport Security to dig into who could be stalking me. Whoever it was they hid their tracks well. Despite the advanced resources we had at our fingertips I was still left chasing shadows. Thankfully, my bosses all believed me and didn’t care about the time or money spent on this wild goose chase. They all agreed the stalker needed to be stopped. No matter what. It’s why they agreed to send me back here without even asking me. The guys knew this was our chance to finally get to the bottom of the mystery, with the added perk of now stopping a killer. One way or another this will end, whether that means the stalker is caught and imprisoned, or something worse, I don’t care. I’m really hoping for the first option, but beggars can’t be choosers in this line of field I know that.

Since my admission in the car with Gunner, I knew he had been trying to corner me, to get more information about everything. Too bad I can’t give him the answers he’s seeking. He already knows too much. I won’t put him further at risk. The plan moving forward is to keep to myself, do what needs to be done to help the band, and stick to just Rome and Valentina, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.

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