I clench my fists into tight balls, pissed as fuck. I told Sonny to stay away from Kylie, yet here he is drinking with her in the bar ofmyhotel. Not only is he denying my request, he’s doing it right under my fucking nose.
I stomp toward them, eager to teach that fucker a lesson about what happens when you breakmyrules. Sonny is saved from being ripped a new asshole when Kylie slips off her barstool and heads toward the elevator banks. She walks straight past me, not paying me an ounce of attention. She doesn’t need my eyes on her. She’s already got every set of male eyes in the room.
Once she reaches the elevator banks, Sonny takes his eyes off her ass and heads for the hotel exit. I wait for him to disappear through the revolving doors before joining Kylie. She ignores me, but I know she’s spotted me because she tilts closer to me before her breaths grow heavier.
When she enters, she pushes the button for the tenth floor before moving to stand in the far back corner, impressing me with only the slightest fumble of her steps. I press the button for the twenty-second floor before moving to the opposite side of her. Even in the city, her wildflower smell is still prominent, although tonight it’s complemented by the staunch scent of bourbon.
She remains quiet as the elevator ascends, only facing me once we reach the eighth floor. As her chest heaves, her heavy-lidded eyes drink in my body. She saunters my way, seducing me with an alluring swing of her hips. Due to her tall height and the decent heel on her boots, her beautiful hazel eyes stare straight into mine when she stops in front of me. Her breaths flutter against my hungry lips with an intoxicating mix of bourbon and mint, and nothing but rampant hunger reflects from her eyes.
No longer capable of ignoring the attraction bristling between us, my cock hardens. She purrs like a fucking kitty when she notices my body’s response to her closeness. Her nipples strain against her thin shirt as heat creeps up her neck. When she inches closer to me, bringing the lips I fantasize about to within touching distance of my mouth, I close my eyes in preparation for our kiss.
I can’t wait to taste her again.
Not even three seconds later, air wafts between us. I pop my eyes open, startled to discover Kylie on the other side of the elevator doors—the same set of doors that are rapidly closing. I charge for them, striving to dart between them before they shut. I don’t make it in enough time. Kylie is on the other side, and I’m jabbing the open door button as if it’s my only lifeline.
“Maybe next time…?” Kylie murmurs through the closed elevator doors.
* * *
Only when entering my suite do I understand what Kylie’s cock tease was about. I have a giant lipstick smear on the collar of my shirt. Kylie never shied away from showing her claws when we dated. She has a jealous streak a mile long.
I wouldn’t have a ruined shirt if groupies remembered the rules. You’d think since I only have one, it wouldn’t be hard to follow. No kissing on the lips—ever! I don’t care if they have naked lips, Mick Jagger lips, or lips of an angel, no part of their mouth is to touch mine.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking, I was about to kiss Kylie, but she’s different. For one, she isn’t a groupie, and two, she’s the reason I created the rule.
Our first kiss was the most epic kiss I’ve ever had. It happened the night we met. I can still recall her ear-piercing squeals when we darted out of the gravel lot at the front of the Bar N Barrel. For the first few miles, she maintained her tight grip around my waist. Then, as our trip continued, she relaxed a little. First, she raised her right hand in the air, then once we were ten miles out, her other hand loosened its hold on my waist. Once she had both arms in the air, she squealed so loud, I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. I grinned so wide, I ate bugs for a week. It was still worth it.
Around two miles before we reached the bar, without warning, she slipped under my arm and spun herself around so she was wrapped around the front of my body instead of the back. While peering past her glowing eyes, I slowed down, ensuring I didn’t kill us both. Once my speed hit twenty miles an hour, her lips landed on mine.
Fuck me, you wouldn’t believe how good she tasted.
The vodka cranberries she had been downing all night featured in our kiss, but she still tasted like pure fucking heaven. It killed me not being able to close my eyes to relish her taste, but I needed to keep them on the road.
Once I pulled over, I returned her kiss with as much passion as she was giving. It was a blur of lashing, playful bites, and the sweet movements of a set of heavenly plump lips. It was an awe-inspiring kiss, one I’ll never attempt to replicate.
From then on, we were inseparable. We spent every weekend together doing adrenaline-producing activities. But even going whitewater rafting, skydiving, and bungee jumping didn’t come close to the thrill I got kissing Kylie for the first time.
I was forever ruined by her lips, and since I knew no kiss would ever compete with it, I refuse to give anyone the opportunity to disappoint me.
* * *
The next two concerts follow a similar routine. Kylie still wears skimpy clothes and heavy makeup, and my cock stiffens every time I see her. The only difference between the past two days and Friday night is the fact Kylie hasn’t spoken a word to me. Not a single fucking one.
Don’t think I haven’t tried to force her to interact with me. I’ve used every lame excuse I can find, but she doesn’t take any of my bait. My fishing skills suck in general, which is why I was surprised I snagged her the first time, but I still expected her to take a little bite.
I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since she teased me in the elevator, so it’s annoying the fuck out of me that she won’t talk to me. I was harsh when I told her I fuck groupies and go to strip clubs, but I was angry, and since she was the source of my anger, I took it out on her. Sue me.
I was so desperate to spark a reaction from her, tonight I ordered a meal riddled with nuts. Marcus pissed himself laughing when my dinner arrived with every ingredient removed but the nuts. It was an assortment of nuts covered in black bean sauce. Now, I’m not just angry, I’m starving.
When Kylie enters the room to advise Marcus thathehas ten minutes untilhe’sdue on stage, I try one last tactic to force her to speak to me. “Hey Kylie, we’re heading to a strip club later; wanna come?”
I weave, barely missing the drumstick Marcus pegs at my head. After giving him the stink eye, I turn my attention back to Kylie. She’s frozen halfway out the door, her hand gripping the handle for dear life. When she spins back around, she’s smiles, but her angry eyes give away her true intentions.
“Thanks for the offer.” Her voice is extra sugary, using her country twang to her advantage.
I smirk, smug as fuck that I forced her to talk to me.
My smile is wiped off my face when she adds, “But I’m going out with Sonny, so I’ll have to give it a pass.Sorry.” She winks before making her way out of my dressing room, her hips swinging in a way that should be illegal.
