Not Quite Juliet: A Club Imperial Novel (Silver Soul Book 1) (20 page)

I wrapped my hand around the erection I’d finally freed while he was all over my tits. I stroked him slowly and leaned back to his ear. “I wore them because I was feeling saucy and determined. I wasn’t going to let anyone make me feel like I wasn’t worth it.”

“Oh you are so,
so
worth it,” he said, his hand cupping my mons over the silk. He pressed a gentle finger against my thrumming clit and I shivered as my chilled nipples pulled taut. “I want you to wear these all the time. So much better for a quickie.”

I pulled my leg up and hooked the modest heel I was wearing on the shelving, spreading myself even wider for him. Before I could say anything, Nick slipped a finger under my panties and right into my waiting channel. It startled me at the same time it felt so wonderfully indecent. He pressed the heel of his palm against the hood of my clit and moved his finger in and out.

“Stop teasing,” I managed.

“Something you need, kitten?”

I squeezed his hard cock in my head. “This.”

“And where do you want that?”

“In me.” My breath was short and shallow. “In my pussy.”

“You have a dirty streak, Morgan.”

“Very, very dirty.”

“Good.” He lowered to my breast again and nipped at me. Between his fingers and his mouth, I wasn’t going to last long. I grabbed my purse and fished out the condom, ripping it open with my mouth, and sheathed him quickly. I slid my hand around to his ass and grabbed two handfuls.

“Step right up,” I said, pulling him even closer. He slipped his finger out, and dragged all the dew he’d collected up to my clit and circled slowly. I settled him at my entrance. “Don’t be shy.” Nick smiled and needed no more encouragement; he slid right in, all the way to the hilt. I couldn’t stop the groan. His breath stuttered across my cheek.

Wrapping his hand around me, he palmed my ass and slid his erection back out. He wasn’t the longest man I’d ever been with, but he was wonderfully thick. I could feel every last millimeter of him sliding in and out of my wet silk. It was consuming and raw, dirty. He was right there with me, thrusting and sliding and grabbing in every way he could, enjoying it just as much as I did.

“I want to suck your tits.” His guttural demand sent a wicked thrill through me. “Play with yourself, kitten. Free my hand up so I can enjoy you.”

I squeezed his cock inside me, rippling the muscles up. He let out a grunt, and I asked, “Not enough for you?”

“When it comes to you, I’m greedy.” His lips locked around one of my nipples and he bit firmly.

“Shhhhit.” I knocked his hand away from me and pressed my own fingers to my engorged nub. His hand was on my other breast a heartbeat later. He pinched and pulled, then palmed me and plumped ever-so-carefully. All in a marvelous complementary rhythm to his hard thrusts and his sweet tongue—the man was a musician and he was strumming me like a damn guitar.

His hand had an impressive, hard grip on my ass. There were so many requests I wanted to make of him, of his body, but we were fucking in a broom closet. This wasn’t the place to get adventurous. I wrapped my leg around him, the other still hooked –or stuck, at this point—on the shelving and I grabbed his ass with my other hand and pulled him in hard against me. Collecting my own cream as he pumped his wonderful shaft in and out, I spread it over my clit. I drifted my finger over the nervy bundle.

“Oh hell, kitten I’m gonna come.” Nick gave my nipple another bite.

I didn’t even expect the orgasm; when his teeth bit into my other breast it was instant and complete. My whole body went rigid and gelatinous at once. I tried not to scream his name—he helped by swallowing my words with his mouth and snuffing them out with his tongue.

I slipped my hand beneath his cock and rolled his sac in my hand. It was sheer pleasure swallowing my name screamed from Nick’s throat while he pumped at my hips, filling the barrier with his come. He grunted my name as I coaxed it out of his mouth with my tongue.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. I rested my head on his strong broad chest and let out satisfied little purr. I ran my hand up under his shirt, and stroked the small of his back, enjoying every last smooth perfect inch. “You are so fucking good at this.”

“You ain’t half bad yourself.” Nick cupped my breast and lightly teased the nipple.

There was no seriousness in his touch; I enjoyed it anyway as I felt him withdraw from me. The condom came off easily in my hand, and I knotted it, tossing it in the trash. He lifted my leg from the shoe and kissed my ankle briefly before he set it down and trailed his hand up my leg. We took our time redressing each other. It was, with Nick, just as sensual putting clothes back on as taking them off.

“Morgan?” He gently slipped my breast into the cup, and eased the fabric over my thoroughly and delightfully abused nipple.

“Yes, Nick?” I gently pulled his boxers over his firm backside.

“Stay with me this weekend.”

I sighed. “I have to work.”

“I know you do. I’m not asking you to give that up. I’m asking you to stay at my house this weekend. Eat at my table. Use my shower.” He words tickled my ear. “Sleep in my bed. I want to feel you wrapped around me after I fuck you, then make love to you. I want to feel you warm against me.”

“Goddamn, Nick.” I straightened his shirt and started on the buttons. “You don’t even realize you’re writing lyrics.” I buttoned two more. “I have to work midshift on Friday, six to midnight, and then early on Saturday, three to nine. I’m off on Sunday.”

“We have the stage at eight on Friday and we’re playing a double on Sunday. Stay the weekend?”

I quirked a smile. “Oh, I suppose.”

Nick pressed a sweet, little kiss on my lips. “I’ll have my doctor results on Tuesday.”

“Oh.” I stopped my hands at the button on his pants. “Do...do you want me to go too?” He stared at me and I could see he was trying to say yes without coming off like an asshole. I could also see this was very important to him. I leaned into his ear. “You just banged me in a broom closet. It’s okay to ask.”

He laughed, but sobered a moment later. “Can I ask you another rude question?”

I pulled my skirt down. “I’m game.”

Nick smiled at my humor, and ran a hand down my arm softly. “I want to ditch the condoms.”

“Am I on birth control? Is that your question?”

He nodded.

“I am.” I straightened his tie. “I’ll agree to the loss of prophylactics, under the condition you explain this to me.”

“I plan on doing a lot of talking with you this weekend, kitten.”

“I trust talking is interspersed with hot sex?”

“Have we had any other kind?”

“All four times? No.”

He smiled at me, and straightened my blouse. “Gotta remember this closet in the future.”

The implication sent a sexual shiver up my spine. He kissed my nose, and just about then I realized this little closet smelled like sex. Grimacing, I looked around and lucked out. There was a spray freshener on the shelf and I grabbed it, spraying it into the corners.

“Kitten, what the hell are you doing?”

“It smells like intercourse in here.”

“Would it have anything to do with the fact that we just shagged?”

I sprayed behind him. “Maybe.” I looked at him. “We can’t leave
that smell
in here.”

Nick grabbed the can out of my hand. “Morgan, stop.”

“Come on. The janitor doesn’t need that. That’ll make it Mountain Spring Fresh in here.”

He placed it back on the shelf. “No. That’s making it smell like Mountain Spring Coitus.”

~*~*~

N
adine wanted her report. Nick was amused at how much she was a mother hen to me, but I didn’t mind. Someone had to be a good mother to me at some point, even if it was my best friend.

“Did he have the balls to come in?” Nadine asked from the other side of the connection.

“Uh. Yes, yes he did.” I couldn’t stop the little chuckle that escaped. “One could definitely say he had the balls to come.”

Nick chewed his lip, trying not to make a sound.

“Morgan. You did not.” Nadine’s ‘mother’ voice came through loud and clear.

“You asked.”

“I thought he was an asshole and a shithead and you’d feed him his balls if you ever saw him.”

“Don’t leave it open for me, Dee.”

“Morgan. You did. You said you would feed him his balls.”

“Well, let’s just call it a reversal of fortune then, okay?”

“You are a filthy, sex-driven, pervert.” Her teasing tone was clear.

“Thank you.”

“What the hell happened?”

“Someone jerked with the phones. They blocked us from each other.” I looked at Nick across from me at the table. “We sent each other dozens of messages and none of them got through.”

“Someone blocked you? Both of you?”

I nodded as if she could see me. “Yup. Do you know anyone who’s good with computers and electronics? We think someone hacked our accounts.”

“Actually, Stat does.” Nadine pulled the phone away from her ear and I could hear her talking to someone in the background. “He says he’d be happy to help. But, Morg. Who would do that? Why would they go to the trouble?”

“We have two theories on that, and we’re going to work on those this week.”

“Let me guess. Dominic.”

“Right on the first try.”

She sighed. “You should call the police on his ass.”

“He’s not worth it. In a week or two, he’ll slack off and find someone else to bother and tie up. I’m not going to let him get to me. Or to Lisa.”

Nadine sighed again. “Franz had the locks changed?”

“Of course. Dunham was there seconds after Dominic was out on his ass. Followed by his dick pump.”

She snorted. “All right, you’re the lawyer. I’m going to trust you’re doing the right thing.”

“Aren’t I always right?”

“Not even close, darling.” Nadine laughed and I could hear Stat laughing as well.

“He doesn’t know me! He doesn’t get to laugh!”

“Call me later,” Nadine said and ended the call.

Nick was smirking at me. “She’s so cute with you. All mama bird.”

“Just as long as she’s not regurgitating, I’m good with it.”

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I
t was the most utterly typical rehearsal space a person could possibly imagine. Big empty warehouse, lots of dust, half the windows missing. A couch I was sure Ript and Van had picked out of someone’s trash, and a table that didn’t fare much better. There was a very long, heavy duty extension cord running to the mini fridge with a lamp on it. There were a few different rugs tossed on the floor and a swing arm lamp hanging over the upholstered chair. And I was sure the chair was from another trash day.

“Make yourself at home,” Vatori said.

“You’re kidding, right?” Nadine asked, eyeing the furniture suspiciously.

“Nope,” he answered. “No bugs and holds up your ass. Can’t ask more than that.”

“No, I can’t,” Lisa said, staring at Vatori. I glanced between them. She didn’t even know I was watching her watching him, she was so taken with him. There was no doubt after Nick, Vatori was the hottest guy in the group. He also had very low inhibitions, and often discarded his pants on stage to end up playing in boxer briefs.

I’d always thought it was a gimmick with him, but after Vatori answered the door in the rehearsal warehouse in those same briefs, it confirmed he really didn’t like clothes. And Lisa was clearly enjoying the fact he didn’t enjoy clothes. She was eye-humping him, and it wouldn’t have taken much for her to be actually humping him.

Nick scribbled something on a piece of paper he and Van were leaning over. I dusted off a spot on the couch and made a bit of a production of sitting down there. Nick made no move to turn around, but he bent further over and shifted his feet so his delectable ass pressed into the back of his jeans. I just ogled him. I didn’t care. If Vatori was showing up at the door sans pantalones, I wasn’t going to be shy about staring.

Lisa sat down on the other side of the couch, Nadine took the chair. Vatori walked by Lisa, over to the mini fridge next to her, and bent over, aiming his tight, barely-covered ass right at Lisa. I bit my lip; he knew exactly what was going on. Lisa looked over at me, her eyes wide. I made a slapping motion, and Nadine cracked up laughing.

“You ladies fancy a cold one?” Vatori moved the cans around.

“You know it,” I answered and Nadine echoed me. I made the slapping motion again at Lisa.

Vatori turned and peered at Lisa. “How about you, sweet cheeks?”

“I’m gonna need one.” She blushed because she hadn’t said anything aside from ‘yes’.

He turned back and I could almost see the smirk on his face. I motioned once again. Lisa closed her eyes for just a moment, opened them and slapped his ass, hard.

Vatori jerked in shock and slammed his head on the inside of the mini fridge, which took real talent. His hit on the fridge echoed in that wonderful empty-melon sound heads make when they hit things, and he rattled the bottles and cans violently.

Van and Nick turned around in time to see Vatori backing out of the fridge with a hand on his head, swearing loudly. They both started cracking up, and I finally gave up trying not to laugh, joining them. Nadine was laughing too. Lisa was bright red, trying not to laugh.

“Did you slap my ass?!” Vatori was massaging what I was sure was a goose-egg on his head.

“You’re walking around in boxer briefs, shaking that hot ass at women,” Lisa said. “What do you expect would happen when one of us got close enough?”

Bratty Lisa. I liked what this new Dom was doing for her. Of course, she was right. Vatori had the second most luscious ass in the room. Nadine looked at me and she was laughing uncontrollably. Vatori looked over at his three band mates for back-up.

Lisa slapped the other cheek.

Vatori yelped and covered his ass. He spun around. “You!”

Lisa smiled at him innocently. “Put on some goddamn pants and I won’t be tempted to slap your ass.”

“I don’t play in pants.”

She leaned back. “Neither do I.”

Van, Ript, and Nick “ooh’ed” at that, and Nadine and I were laughing again. Vatori was utterly shocked she had slapped his ass. He walked over to the other side of the chair and grabbed a pair of pants on the floor and slid them on. He came back over to her and bent down, looking her in the eye. “You’re lucky you’re beautiful, otherwise we’d have words.” He stood up and walked over to where the other guys were standing.