Hot Summer Lust (15 page)

“I
will. Have a good night. Sweet dreams
.”

Sweet dreams.
I’m not sure how much dreaming I’ll
be doing tonight.

I end the call and put Elias’s phone back onto its shelf. “Thanks.”

He looked over at me. “Everything okay?”

“My sister’s pregnant. And her boyfriend goes AWOL on a regular basis. It’s a problem.”

“What an asshole,” he says.

“Yeah.”

He looks over at me. “Sadie?”

“Yeah?”

His gaze returns to the road.
The sunset is dazzling tonight, painting the sky with swirling ribbons of orange, pink and purple light
.
“I told you earlier that I was yours. Only yours. I meant that. What we’ve done means something to me. I promise to be honest with you. Okay?” He takes my hand again.

“Me too, Elias.”

It’s touching to hear him say that, and I believe him. I never had designs to find myself tied to a man before I got my career going
, ever. I still don’t
really know
how tied to Elias I am.
Whatever it is we’ve got going on seems to have all the momentum of a runaway train.
It scares me a little, how good I feel when I’m with him. How addicted to his presence I’ve become.
I love how sweet he is, and how beautiful.
I love how confident he is, and how his soft side shines through his cool swagger like he can’t help giving me anything I want.
I love how his dark eyelashes make little jagged shadows against his face. How the grip of his strong, tanned hands on the steering wheel reminds me of his uncontrolled ecstasy, of how his grip feels on my body when he comes.
I love how just being near him makes me feel like t
he most sensual, desirable girl in the world.

There’s far
too
much to love about Elias Hayes.

And he’s tuning in to something. Maybe it’s the way I’m looking at him. At the tantalizing skin at the base of his throat. The strong line of his jaw. The perfect shape of his mouth.

“While I’m being honest,” he says, “there’s somethin’ else I want to say.”

“What’s that?” I’m the tiniest bit distracted, remembering how his
rough stubble felt when he kissed the high, soft skin of my thigh.
I’m go
ing wet just thinking about that, and about what he did next. With his
tongue
.

“Ever since I saw you that day by the pond,” he says, “I literally can’t think of
anything else.
I’m obsessed.
Once I tasted you
I thought I was gonna lose my goddamn mind with desire for you. I thought
making love to you would get some of this fever out of my system, but
it’s only made it worse. Just knowing you’ve got nothing on under that skimpy little
dress is given me such a raging hard-on I think I might have to pull over and take you into the back seat so I can rip off that dress, get you on your hands and knees, eat you ‘til you’re dripping wet then take you from behind ‘til you scream and cry and come hard around my big cock. I want to fill you with my hot cum so I know your pussy’s all wet with it while I’m out on that stage, where I won’t be able to see you, where I’ll be losing my goddamn mind because I’m not with you.”

I’m staring at him and he’s staring back. He takes the occasional look at the road, then meets my eyes with an arrogant, challenging sneer.
I do
n’t even know how to react. But my body does.
His crude delivery has lit some
fire in me that wants out. He thinks he’s so tough, so mean and rough. I’ll meet his challenge, damn him. I’ll
meet every challenge he gives.

I ease the straps of my dress down my shoulders. “You’re a big talker, Elias Hayes.” I push the fitted halter top of my dress down over my breasts so they’re
bare and plumped. I pinch my nipples lightly and breathe a gasp. “You know
what?
I’m already wet.
For you. For that big
cock you keep goin’ on about.”
I reach over and run my palm
over his zipper.
Wow.
Under his jeans, he’s rigid and huge. “When you gonna let me suck on all this? And come in my mouth again so I can taste you?
You know I love how good you taste.”

His eyes are crazy-dark and I wonder if this might be
dangerous but I don’t care.
I unbutton the button of his jeans and slide his zip down. I get onto my knees an
d lean over the stick shift.
I take the head of his cock into my mouth and lick the beaded moisture from the slit, sucking strongly as my palm slides lower to cup him and squeeze him.

“Oh,
fuck
,
Sadie
.”

I feel the swerve of the car as he pulls over into some
parking cove. It’s darker now and I’m glad. Especially when he pulls to a stop and opens his door to jump out. Before I know it, he’s around at my side, opening both doors on this side of the car and hauling me roughly into the back seat, where I crawl in, getting onto my hands and knees. I look behind me and he’s there. His jeans are fully open now and
holy God
, his cock looks so big and so hot.

I pull the skirt of my dress
up to my waist, revealing myself to him and he groans. “Sadie,” he murmurs, but his hands are on my ass. He spreads me open and lea
ns in, licking me in slow laves, flicking his tongue against my clit
. He forces
my legs further apart, pushing his tongue deeper, licking
everywhere. I arch my back and offer myself fully to him.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and I almost come, but then he
’s moving, climbing over me and I can feel the plump head of his cock sliding against the slipper
y lips of my pussy. He positions himself, and I hear his low
murmur.
“You like it rough, Sadie? You want me to fuck you hard?”

“
Yes. Yes.
Do it
.”

He thrusts all the way into me, burying himself to the hilt.

I cry out as he takes me.
There’s pain but it’s a pain that billows instantly into a wave of mind-blowing pleasure as he drives his hard cock deeper into the silky constriction of my body.

He squeezes my clit and my nipple as he thrusts again and again and
oh God
I’m going to come. He’s forcing the bliss and I’m arching back against him, rocking
and meeting each drive. I’m so wet and he’s so
thick that the tight, slick
friction is almost too much to bear. “I’m gonna come, darlin’,” h
e groans. “You feel too damn good.”

I’m there. I’m at the peak and the rushes start, squeezing tightly around him. He drives
deep in again and holds, and I can feel the hot throbbing gush of his climax inside me as he lets go.

Reality drifts away. It’s just me and him and this hot, wet pleasure.

When the rapture finally releases me, I can’t move.

“I don’t want to share you,” I whisper. I didn’t really mean to say that. I guess it’s okay to be honest, though. That’s how we’ve decided to do this.

“You don’t have to share me, sweetheart. I’m yours. I’m so yours it’s not even funny.”

He pulls out of me and positions me on his lap. He takes a t-shirt that’s lying on the back seat and wipes some of his seed from between my legs, doing his best to clean me up a little. He smiles and kisses my lips.

“Trust me, honey,” he says. “I’m so far gone I can’t see straight. I’m finding
it a little hard to function beyond kissing you and making sweet, hot love to you. I can’t see past your golden glow.”

I kiss him. God, I’m so
crazy
for him
.
I don’t even
want
to be this crazy for him, but I just can’t get enough of him.

Elias’s phone rings. “Shit,” he says.
He helps me climb into the front seat. Then he
gets out and slides through the driver’s door, slamming it. When he starts the car the phone call projects through the radio system.

“
Elias
,” some guy is yelling. “Where the
fuck
are you? You’re on in ten
fucking
minutes.”

“Keep your shirt on, Vaughn, I’m almost there.”

“What the
fuck’s
the hold up? Why didn’t you call?”

“Something came up,” Elias says.

“
What
came up
?
Let me guess: your goddamn overactive
dick.
You were supposed to be
here
, at the
stadium
, tuning up, an
hour
ago.”

Stadium?
And how does he know what Elias was doing? With me?

“Tune up for me.
I’ll be there in twenty.”

Another conniption on the other end of the phone.
“I already
have
tuned up for you. And done your sound check.
And placated the goddamn concert organizers.
The second opening act finished
half an hour
ago. The crowd’s getting
fucking restless, Elias.”

“I said I’ll be there in twenty. Just tell them I had car trouble.”

“
Car
trouble? You drive a brand new fucking
Shelby
, Elias.”

Elias seems completely unperturbed by the
guy’s total outrage. “
Sometimes it’s good to make them wait. Feeds the frenzy. Adds to the anticipation.”

“You’re an asshole, Hayes. Just hurry the fuck up.”

The line goes dead and the music comes back on.

Elias glances over at me. “Sorry about that. My manager’s a little high-strung sometimes.”

We drive in silence, holding hands and listening to the radio, and it’s not long before we’re driving into the center of Nashville.

“Tonight,” he says, “if things get crazy
, just stay with me, okay? You’ll have to
wait backstage while I’m performing, but I want you to stay close, so I can find you when I need to.”

“Okay.” It’s cute how over-protective he’s being.
I mean, how crazy can it be?

All the guards and gatekeepers know Elias’s car
and wave him through. We’re
at LP Field
and the parking lot is completely full. It’s only just starting to really hit me: all this is for
him
.
He’s
performing as the headline act at the Nashville stadium to what appears to be a sold-out crowd.
I guess in hindsight, all
the clues have been getting more and more obvious, but I just never imagined that Elias was
this big
. He’s famous. He’s a
superstar
.

Why hadn’t he told me?

“Elias –” I suddenly feel like I need a whole lot more information but we’re pulling up at the back entrance and a crowd of people wearing back-stage passes and security badges and headsets are swarming around the car. Elias’s door opens and they pull him out. People are yelling and talking and trying to usher him away. He literally has to fight them off to come around to my side of the car. I’m almost afraid to get out. But Elias wraps his arm around me and hugs me close to his body and we’re led by his entourage into the back-stage area of the stadium.

It’s chaos.

Everyone wants Elias.

Someone must have told the crowd that he’s here because a huge roar goes up from inside the stadium that’s deafening.

He’s being led directly to the stage and he’s still holding me close, taking me with him.

Some make-up person tries to do something to his hair but he tells them to fuck off and we keep walking.

A man with longish wavy brown hair and glasses with yellow lenses rushes up to us and starts talking to Elias but I can barely hear what he’s saying, it’s so loud. It must be Vaughn, though, because he’s handing a guitar to Elias. There are so many people. We go around a corner and I can see the crowd: a huge, colorful mass of humanity, yelling and cheering for Elias.

Elias is yelling something to Vaughn. He’s all insistent about it, even grabbing a fistful of Vaughn’s shirt and yelling in his ear to make sure he’s clear about whatever it is he’s saying.

Then Elias turns to me. He takes my face between his hands and he kisses me. Then he puts his mouth close to my ear and says, “Don’t go anywhere, darlin’, okay? I need you right here when I come off.”

Then he turns and walks onto the stage, slinging his guitar into place.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.
It feels like an earthquake’
s going on.

Vaughn’s watching me.
He takes in my hair, my face, my dress. He signals for me to follow him and he leads me to the
edge of the stage so I can see everything: Elias, the band, the crowd, the busy, back-stage mob. He gets a tall stool for me to sit on before he gets distracted by a lady with a headset and clipboard.