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She was too close to her release; she couldn’t stop it from rolling over her. Rubbing faster, harder, she felt the first wave crest.
Her scream vibrated around Garrick’s cock, sending him straight into his own orgasm. Thick, hot ropes of his cum poured into her mouth. Bastian grunted, thrusting again and again until he stilled and dumped his own orgasm straight into her passage. She gasped around Garrick’s cock as her body softened around Bastian’s dick.
“Fuck, Ariella.” Bastian slowly slid from her body, bending to kiss her bare back.
Garrick tapped her cheek. “Swallow, Princess. You have a show to get ready for.”
She swallowed the last bit of his cum and gently pulled off his cock, shooting another smile at him as she sat back on her heels.
“We need to get the couch cleaned.” She moved to sit on the cushion, Bastian’s cum dripping from her.
“I’ll get it scheduled tomorrow.” Garrick zipped his pants up and sat beside her while Bastian tucked his shirt back into his pants.
“I’ll go get Debra. She can help with your makeup and that mess he made of your hair.” Bastian finished buttoning his sleeve.
“No, you won’t.” Ariella launched herself to her feet. “I mean, thanks, but I can handle it.” She corrected before Bastian got all bent out of shape about her tone. “I don’t really want her seeing me like this. She’ll know what we did.”
Garrick snorted. “I don’t give a fuck who knows what we did.”
Ariella pulled on her satin robe, tying it around her waist. “I know you don’t, but it’s bad enough everyone thinks I got this job because of us.”
Bastian grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge in the corner and put it on her dressing table.
“They might have thought that at first, but then you opened your pretty mouth, and they heard why you’re the headliner so often.” He pointed to the bottle. “Drink that, then get ready. You’ve got half an hour.”
She fixed her hair first since it was the messiest part of her appearance. The makeup was an easy fix. A new coat of lipstick and another swipe of mascara, and she was ready.
“You’re sure you’re good about having dinner with Jackson and Keagan tomorrow night?” Garrick caught her gaze in the mirror. “You’ve been working so many nights this week, you sure you don’t want a night off?”
She pressed her lips together, setting the lipstick.
“I had a night off last night,” she reminded him.
“That was different. You went out after singing here.” He pointed out. “You don’t need to remind me about your little party animal attitude last night.”
She rolled her eyes but quickly realized her error.
“It was an accident.” She pre-empted his frown.
He shook his head. “You’re getting away with too much lately. You’re gonna turn into a full brat soon.”
Bastian tapped the untouched water bottle.
“Drink it, Ariella.”
She sighed but twisted the cap and put the bottle to her lips. Not realizing how thirsty she was until the first drop of water hit her tongue, she swallowed half the bottle.
“There.” She closed the bottle.
“Garrick’s right.” He wiped a small bead of water from her chin.
A knock on the door cut off her smart remark. Garrick waved Bastian back and went to answer the door. She checked the clock sitting on her dressing table. She had another ten minutes before she needed to get up to the wings.
“Garrick.” Her father’s voice traveled into the room, knocking the wind from her. She spun around in her seat to see him standing in the doorway. Garrick blocked him from stepping inside.
“Henry.” Garrick rolled his shoulders back, ready to battle her father to keep her safe. It had been seven months since her aunt had nearly killed her. Three months since she last heard from her father when he sent her things to Kassel with a note that she probably wanted them.
Slowly she stood.
