He brushes his lips over hers before sucking the bottom one into his mouth. I can practically taste her as I imagine him gliding his tongue over the plump smoothness of it.
Raina moans as she fists the front of his shirt, doing her best to drag him closer to deepen the kiss. After a moment, they break apart, breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes. Blake gives her another smile and saunters to the door where he waits.
Nash moves into the recently vacated spot and leans into her. He licks at his lip ring, drawing her attention to it. The man is constantly doing it, knowing how attracted she is to it, but to be honest, if I had an asset like that, I’d use it to my advantage too. He dips his head to her ear, but his words are loud enough for everyone to hear. “Sing for us tonight, roomie.”
He brushes a kiss to her cheek. Her body sways into his touch, but it’s gone a second later. He leads Blake out of the room without another word from either of them.
Now it’s only the two of us, surrounded by nothing but the sound of her name distantly being chanted by her fans. Spinning my stick between my fingers, I find her gaze tracking the movement. Well, look at that. Seems like I do have my version of a lip ring after all.
A small moan slips past her lips, and I catch her squeezing her thighs together. “Needy?”
Her eyes snap to mine, and she slowly nods her head. I use my sticks to beckon her closer, and when she’s within reach, I slide my hand from her hip along her side to her ribcage. Her first costume tonight shows her midriff, a sexy belly chain wrapped around her stomach, and the edges of her bra type top and booty shorts have enough fringe to make a country star jealous. Itdoesn’t fit her personality at all; no wonder we stepped into this situation expecting to navigate the person the media made us think she was.
Running my sticks along her skin between her cleavage until they meet the tops of her shorts, I tilt my head to the side.You make the crowd scream louder than last night, and I’ll give you another unforgettable orgasm.
She sucks in a sharp breath. “How about you give it to me now, and I’ll give you the show you want?” Her voice comes out in a purr as her body pushes against mine. The feel of her has my cock hardening, something I don’t need right before we step on stage.
It’s not a reward if you get it before. I want you dripping with anticipation first,I say, but it comes out as a single grunt. We’ll see if she’s able to continue deciphering me without the use of words. I keep waiting for when the magical skill she has runs out.
A disgruntled sigh comes out of her, and she gives me an adorable pout. “Will you use the sticks? I like the thought of you thinking about me when you use them on stage.” And now she has that devious smile that I enjoy so much.
She doesn’t realize that I’m always thinking about her, and there’s no way I couldn’t when we’re on stage, and I get to watch her ass as she’s dancing back and forth. “Yes,” I grumble, smacking her on that sweet peach as I push her toward the door. If I let her wiggle against me any longer, her show won’t start on time.
I spin my sticks between my fingers, watching her eyes dilate, as she glances over her shoulder and catches me. It’s not the set I used on her before, but I still bring one up to my nose and sniff it.
Raina groans. “You’re so mean to me.” Then she opens the door and adds a little more sway to her step. The damn womanis a temptress. I only hope we were able to boost her morale enough for her to get through the show.
Sometimes I wish for a more satisfying way to hang up the phone. Back in the day, they had corded handsets that you could slam into the cradle, then there were flip phones that you could snap closed… but now we have a wimpy little button on a screen. There’s no satisfaction in ending a call when you’re mad anymore.
Tossing my phone to the couch next to me, I lean my head back and pinch the bridge of my nose. With a sharp breath out, I do my best to release the anger. I don’t even jump when I hear Nash yellfuck. The outbursts have become so routine they aren’t even a surprise anymore.
Tristan’s been missing for three days, and we have no leads to where he is.Zip, zilch, nada. It’s like he disappeared into thin air.
“I waited because I didn’t want to worry them, but I think it’s time for me to call his parents,” I say, releasing my nose but keeping my eyes closed. The longer I wait to open them, the longer I get to pretend like I haven’t given up hope.
“Ohh,” Nash breathes out. There’s a hint of pity in his tone, which makes me blink my vision clear so I can look at him. He sits next to me and rests his hand on my thigh. Keaton stares at me from behind the laptop he’s been working on, and Blake frowns with his phone held to his ear.
“What?” I ask, glancing between them all over again. They watch me like they expect me to know something that I clearly don’t. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Roomie,” Nash starts, drawing my attention as his thumb soothes back and forth on my leg. “They died.”
I shoot up in my seat, my back ramrod straight. “What? No, they didn’t.” Denial rocks through me, my gut twisting when I thought it couldn’t get any more twisted. There’s no way. I’d know. Tristan would’ve told me. They acted more like my parents than my own. Even after Tristan stopped talking to me, I’d still hear from them at Christmas and my birthday or anytime I had a show close by.
The texts stopped a couple years ago, but I thought it was because Tristan wanted nothing to do with me anymore. But now… now I’m wondering if it’s really because…
My hand flies to my mouth, trying to hide the whine clawing its way up the back of my throat. I shake my head, not wanting to believe them as Nash wraps his arms around me. I try my best to hold back the tears that are beginning to well up in my eyes, but it’s a losing battle.
Blake hangs up the phone and joins me on my other side, his hand rubbing circles into my back. “Shh,” someone soothes, but I couldn’t tell you who.
“I don’t understand. Why didn’t anyone tell me? How could Tristan not tell me?” My throat feels like a fist is squeezing it closed, and all of a sudden I can’t keep my emotions choked down any longer. A deep sob rips out of me, and I hide my face in the crook of Nash’s neck.
I can’t say I wouldn’t have reacted this way no matter when I found out about Mr. and Mrs. Evans. They were a huge part of my childhood, and I’ve missed them almost as much as Tristan. The thought never even crossed my mind that they wouldn’t be a phone call away.
“It’s my understanding that he tried when the accident happened,” Nash says into my hair. “I’m not sure what happened, that’s something you’ll have to ask him once he’s found.”
The reminder that we don’t even know where he is has me sobbing even harder.
Before I’m able to get myself under control, a knock sounds at The Storm’s door. It’s too early for soundcheck. Lifting my head, I wipe at my cheeks as Nash brushes my hair away from my face. His worried eyes trace over me, but my attention is on Keaton, where he moves the curtain covering the window on the door with his drumstick.
