Never Say Goodbye (Rebel Walking #6) Page 4

  Sliding down further in the bed, I adjust myself so that I'm on my knees between his legs. Looking into his eyes, I run my tongue up his entire length, applying pressure on the underside. His resolve is broken when I shift my tongue so that my piercing finishes off the trail. He closes his eyes and exhales loudly, running his palm over the back of my head. This is his way of encouraging me to take him all in.

  I hate the sound of teeth on metal, so I work my lips and tongue over him, sucking on the way back up. He has three bars on the underside of his dick, so it is definitely a task to do this quietly. If there has ever been a moment of too much metal in one space, I'm sure this is it. I decide a slow pace is how to keep this under control.

  Watching his face during my attack is a complete turn on. I can see want and desire in his eyes. His eyes move to my ass when I lower my head again and I can't wait to feel him behind me.

  Luke is not only a shower, but he's also a fucking grower. Getting this close to him and his size makes me wonder how the hell he even fit inside me earlier.

  "Back up to the edge of the bed." His order makes my insides flutter in anticipation. I move slowly while he slides off the bed. The sound of the condom wrapper means I won't have to wait much longer. There isn't any preparation needed on my part. I'm apparently a sopping wet mess when it comes to this man being near me.

  His hands around my hips, pulling me closer, remind me just how strong yet gentle he is. After he positions me, he pauses just enough to run his hands over my ass cheeks.

  "What I would give to get a hold of this ass." There is no way I'm letting his dick anywhere near my ass. Are you kidding me? He would ruin me. I look over my shoulder at him and see his huge smile on his face. He runs his tongue over his lower lip quickly and then proceeds forward to fill me completely.

  His slow entry gives me a chance to adjust again. This position is even deeper, and I have to remind myself to breathe at first. His piercings pull me even tighter once they enter. He finally has to grab both of my shoulders to drive in the final few inches.

  All comprehension is lost again. I know nothing except the pleasure-pain that I'm experiencing. He pulls out slowly only to thrust in harder all the way. A moan escapes my mouth and is quickly replaced by another when he begins to move in and out of me with a rhythm that leaves me no time to react. His balls slap my clit piercing, and I swear it's like a knock on the door to the best orgasm of my life.

  His grip on my shoulders allows for the hard, deep sex I know we both want. I scream through my first orgasm and he doesn't slow down. He moves to rotate his hips slightly with every entry creating a whole new feeling and I'm losing it again.

  My head drops from exhaustion and he bundles my hair into his grip, pulling until his mouth is right over my ear.

  "We are not even close to being done tonight."

  Chapter Five

  Luke

  This night is going to be the death of us both. She's not supposed to feel this good. I need to be able to walk away from her and not itch for this again.

  Gripping her long hair in one hand and a shoulder in the other, I thrust on until I'm filling my condom with my release. She manages a third orgasm that sends her lifeless, face-first on the bed when I let her go.

  I throw the condom in the trash and grab a towel to clean up. She begins to crawl up the bed and I know I've done my job. She's done for a while. I always take care of the ladies first. Climbing on to the other side of the bed, I pull the covers over her and sprawl out for some great after sex sleep.

  I wake up to her naked chest on my back while she is tracing some of my tattoos. This is a great way to wake up. I can only think of a couple ways that could top this. Rolling over, I pull her on top of me. Her tits are gorgeous and I need to spend some time on them.

  If I didn't have my hands on them, I'd think they were fake. That's definitely something I can distinguish upon inspection. Hers are perfectly sized and ready for my mouth to explore. She moves to straddle me and I enjoy the view. The room is lit from the lights we left on last night. I glance over at the curtain and see that it's still dark outside.

  "What time is it?"

  "Time for round two." Her response surprises me and I can't hide the laughter.

  "What have I created?"

  "You had nothing to do with what I've become."

  "Oh really?"

  "Yes. If you remember, I'm not a shy little virgin that you're transforming into a sex goddess. I'm already the sex goddess and you're just getting a taste." Sliding my hands up her body, I pull her down over me so I can give her tits the proper attention they deserve. She's sensitive when it comes to her nipples. I can tell by the way she gasps when I brush over them. She has a tattoo that runs up her side so I turn to look it over—I didn't take the time last night.

  It's an upside down treble clef bumped up against a bass clef. Together they resemble a heart. Music notes travel down her side and I can't think of a more perfect tattoo for her.

  She begins to move over me. This is that moment that sucks when the condom is clear across the room. Her movements aren't even needed because I woke up ready for this moment. She is hot as fuck and I plan to make sure I get as much of her as I can before daylight. I'm just glad she's on the same wave length.

  "My condoms are in my shorts." I begin to lift up to move off the bed when she stops me.

  "I have some right here." She holds up a row of the only condoms I'll use. She rips one off and tears it open with her teeth. Her hands roll it down my length and then she positions herself over me. I wait to see what she does.

  She begins to slide down, but struggles to take it all in. I move to rub her clit, applying pressure on her piercing, causing her to stop moving all together. I quickly see this will be a long process if I let her run the show by herself. She moves her hips forward then back, solely looking for her own satisfaction.

  I lead her upright and pull her down on me until I fill her again. Her head falls back so I sit up to wrap my arms around her. This position doesn't allow for much movement, but it's more about getting to know each other at this point. I know she's a second from exploding, so I freeze completely. An orgasm that's delayed is always so much better.

  She moves on her own and manages to go off even without my help. This woman is hungry and full of sensations. Watching her face during her release is incredible. How many people get to see her like this? I know not many. She hides this and I love that she does. It's like opening a gift. You never know what's inside until you unwrap it.

  She wraps both arms around my head and begins to kiss me deeply. Her push to send me back to the pillow is met with no resistance. She follows me and begins to move up and down on my cock. Her tightness and movements have me near release in no time. I let her work it, fighting the urge to take over the whole time. She moves faster and I can't take it anymore. Gripping her hips, I thrust up, pulling her down on me until I'm losing it again. I have no idea if she’s pleased again—all rational thought was lost during the chaos of her unraveling me.

  She leans up to pull my lip in for a kiss.

  "Good mornin'!"

  "I wish all mornings were like this." Her smile as she climbs off me falls when she looks at the clock.

  "Shit, we have to leave in fifteen minutes."

  "What? It's still dark outside."

  "Yeah, Holden texted last night and told us we had to leave early because of a business meeting that came up."

  "Shit." I rush around and grab my shorts. Pulling them on, I watch her move through the room completely naked. I burn this image into my head to remember at a later time. She turns on the water to the shower and I step into the bathroom to kiss her goodbye. She's looking in the mirror at herself when I open the door. Her face doesn't look like someone who is happy and just had numerous orgasms throughout the night.

  "I'm going to go get my shower. I'll see you when we go down to the bus." She looks down at the sink as I approach her. I move in behind her and wait
until she lifts her eyes into the mirror to look at me. Leaning in to place a kiss on her shoulder, I wrap my arms around her waist one last time before I walk out the door.

  The hall is empty and I'm thankful for that. With my key in my hand, I head down the hall until I reach my room. Aiden isn't in the room when I arrive, which is a great thing. I hurry through the shower and get dressed in record time. It's a sweat pant and hoody type of day.

  Most of the guys are near the bus. Taron is missing, but I'm sure he's going on no sleep with a baby in the room. Aiden walks up and doesn't say a word about me going missing in the night. It's nice to know he's got my back, or at the very least doesn't want to start crap with the Walkers.

  When the girls arrive without Lilly, I start to worry about her. She usually beats Ev and Ivy out. I pull my phone out to text her just as she walks out of the lobby. She seems happier than she did before.

  We all load the bus and she moves to sit in her normal seat. I do the same and sit across from her. She sits against the wall with her feet over the seat, puts her ear buds in, and lays her head back. Her indifference surprises me, but this works for me. It's good she won’t be one of the clingers, wanting me to put a ring on it because we had one great night of sex.

  I mirror her actions and lay back to catch some z's. It isn't long and we're on the road. This trip will seem like nothing compared to some of the road trips we go on.

  I manage to catch up on my sleep and wake just as we arrive in Dallas. Lilly is still sleeping and it's funny just how worn out she looks. Her mouth is open and I can't resist the urge to pester her. Sliding across my seat, I lean over hers and scare her with my voice.

  "Do you mind closing that sexy mouth of yours? You're giving me flashbacks that may end up causing a scene right here in this bus."

  After her startled reaction, she smacks me on the arm and pushes me away.

  "What the hell, Luke? I was sleeping good until you freaking woke me up." When I lean back up to move over to my seat, I notice Talon watching me over the seats. I don't give him any reaction, but I know a confrontation is coming soon.

  We get to the venue and begin unloading the gear. I love how she's acting normal—I was afraid it would be awkward and cause a problem between us.

  Our meeting goes well and we land five more venues for this tour. It seems like we'll be busy for about four weeks straight and then have a break for a couple of months.

  Our show is about thirty minutes from starting, so I move to go backstage only to be stopped by Talon.

  "I know you're watchin’ yourself and that you don't need me to put you in your place."

  "Not sure what you're talking about, but I'm good."

  "You fucking know what I'm talking about. Lilly is not one of your whores." Hearing him say her name and whore in the same sentence does something to me. I get right in his face, nose to nose. My thoughts are all over the place as I try to find the exact words that I can actually say.

  "What I do with Lilly is none of your fucking business."

  "It becomes my business when you begin to fuck around while fucking her, which we know will happen."

  "Fuck off, Talon."

  "You don't deserve her." His intensity matches my own and I know this is not going to go well. Sadly, I can't disagree with him. She does deserve better. He shoves forward against my chest in a challenge for me to say anything else to set him off further.

  Eaven pushes between us to face Talon. My eyes never leave his and his silent threat is very clear.

  "Talon. What is wrong with you? You promised me that you'd leave it alone." Knowing Eaven is actually defending me warms me. I know this is huge for her to go against him, and I don't want this to cause a problem in their relationship, but he needs to butt out.

  I turn to walk away only to become face to face with Taron. Shit.

  "Is there a problem here?" Ivy is quick to pull his hand into hers and I just push past him. Nothing good will come of me trying to justify anything to them when I don't blame them for their actions. I have no desire to have a relationship right now, and she is someone they don't want to see get hurt. I understand that.

  If she could only truly promise no strings, this won’t get complicated, but apparently we have an obvious connection.

  Hell, the fuckin’ twins even noticed my attraction to her.

  Lilly

  Watching them all attack Luke pisses me off. He goes backstage to get away from everyone and I lay into the twins for their idiotic behavior.

  "You have no right to interfere. There is nothing for you to worry about with Luke. Who I decide to hook up with has nothing to do with either of you, and I expect you to respect my privacy."

  "Lilly, Luke couldn't keep it in his pants if he wanted to. You deserve better than that and I won't let him fuck you over." Talon has always been the more protective one over me. He demands that I'm given the respect I deserve, and in doing that he has scared off many of my potential guy friends.

  "Talon. You stay out of this. I'm not young and dumb and I deserve the chance to have some fun." His face doesn't lighten up.

  "I hope you have more respect for yourself than to spread your legs for someone who has probably been between hundreds of legs."

  "Talon. If you don't stop right now, we will have a major issue." Eaven speaks up and moves in front of Talon's face. He looks down at her and doesn't seem too thrilled to be shut up about this.

  "You don't have to worry about it. It's not like we've done anything anyway. Just chill the hell out. Luke isn't like that." He wants to say something, but the glare-down from Eaven has him pausing. I look for Taron and he doesn't seem to be as concerned with all of this. Holden looks pissed off, but isn't voicing his opinion.

  "I'm a grown-ass woman and can do what I want. I never interfere with any of you and how you live your life. I want the same from you."

  "Rebel Walking. How's it going? You guys look like you need to get laid." Garrett Riggins walks up with his cocky demeanor and places his arm over my shoulder. He's the drummer for 'Beckoning Reality', a band that's supposed to open for us at a few shows and we'll do the same for them. That's how we added five shows to the tour.

  "Riggins, get your hands off of me before you lose function of those famous hands."

  The surprise on his face is worth it until he leans in to whisper in my ear, "If you only knew just how famous these hands are, babe."

  I return the gesture by whispering back to him, "Get your fucking hands off of me."

  His facial reaction seems to challenge me and I feel his hand slide all the way down my back. Grabbing me on the ass, he starts to look around at everyone else. I pull away from him, knowing he's just trying to get a rise out of me. He's not usually this disgusting, but for some reason he's trying really hard today.

  I look up and notice Luke watching. He doesn't seem to be bothered by Garrett manhandling me. That bothers me. Is it bad that I want him to be jealous? Luke isn't the jealous type, though—I knew this going into whatever it is we have going here.

  Watching the Walker men stare down Garrett is more hysterical than anything else. These guys are hopeless. Don't get me wrong, I love that they care enough about me to try to protect me from the bad boys, but that's what I'm attracted to. I want a strong, tattooed guy who doesn't have to answer to anyone. You know... a guy like Luke.

  Garrett moves in close to me again, making sure to run his hands over me once more. I let him, knowing the guys will have a rough time with it. They need to get over their protective nature, and I can't think of a better way than to force them to right in front of everyone here.

  Luke turns to talk to a groupie and I lose track of what everyone is saying near me. I watch him flirt with her, knowing what's about to happen. It's like a train wreck that I can't turn my eyes from.

  Chapter Six

  Luke

  I look over and see her face. It’s full of disappointment, but I don’t let her stop this. I pull tonight’s blond honey clo
ser to my body and fill my hands full of tight ass. It’s nothing to get laid before the show. I do it regularly, so I’m not sure what her fucking deal is. This girl is nothing special. She’s hot, but it’s just a fuck. Besides that, she's letting that asshole grope her up and down right in front of everyone.

  I move us into the bathroom to do the deed in private. It’s another day in the life of a rocker. What can I say? I like boobs and vaginas.

  She drops to her knees just like they all do. Her skills are lacking, and frankly, it irritates me so much I don't let her go on for very long. As soon as I hear her teeth clank against my metal, I pull her up from the floor.

  Propping her on the cabinet, I don’t waste time getting into position to finish this. I smile when I see yet another shocked expression. Every girl enjoys my Jacob’s ladder piercing, but pair that with my size, and I get them every time. I pull her to the edge and she lifts her legs over my shoulders. This angle works perfectly and it doesn’t take long for both of us to moan out in pleasure.

  My moment is interrupted by someone banging on the door, so I pull my jeans back in place.

  “What?”

  “Showtime!” There’s no mistaking that cocky voice is none other than Taron.

  I leave tonight’s lay behind and rush to the stage. I hear her strumming sharply. The sound of her bass guitar makes me feel just a little guilty, but it’s what I do.

  She’s off limits. The Walker boys would have my ass if they only knew what I’ve done. It’s for her own good anyway.

  I step beside her on stage and she moves up to work the audience. I move up with her and the crowd goes wild when we work together. We know how to raise the noise level before a show. I watch her when she starts to move those damn hips. This is the part where I move back and watch the view—I fucking love this view.

  We do our solos and work together through each song to put on the best show possible, just like we do every time.