Sahara (A Night Fire Novel Book 3) (11 page)

“That you don't want them to know because you're embarrassed. That I'm not worthy of you or that I'm not what you believe your ideal partner is. Or maybe it's because you'd rather be the player for the rest of your life and you've realized how bad you've screwed things up by having sex with me. Because I'm not like the dozens of groupies, am I Fraser? You can't just walk away from me after having your quick fix, can you? So yeah, fine. I might just be changing the rules or maybe you just misinterpreted them. But one thing is certain, you and I are done unless you tell them before we leave Vegas. Can you do that?”

He nodded and I wanted to cry with sweet relief. His forehead pressed to mine as his arms wrapped around my waist.

“Please come back. The bed was so cold, I missed you.”

A heavy sigh escaped him, he lowered as he took a guarded kiss. He feared my rejection. But even though the pain was still so raw, I could never reject him like that. Not when he was trying to fix things. So I let him. The kiss was soft, my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer.

“I missed you too.” I whispered as I hugged him.

Chapter Eighteen

Fraser stood by the door to the third bedroom, his head resting on the wood with his eyes closed.

There was so much pain, so much suffering and there was nothing that I could do. Not really. I could hold his hand, maybe give him a hug or some reassuring words but I couldn't understand what was in his heart. I hadn't been in this kind of situation before, the worst my life has ever been was when my grandmother died of cancer. I'd loved that woman like she was another mother, in ways she had been one to Reese and I.

With both parents working and struggling to pay the bills, our grandparents cared for us before and after school. They helped us with homework, took us to school of a morning and picked us up of an afternoon. Even when it came time to deciding what we wanted to do with our lives, they were there with inspiration. When I said that I had decided to venture towards artist management it was like all of my grandfather's Christmases had come at once.

My grandfather was a man who loved music, it was never quiet in their house. There would always be something playing, even if he wasn't in the room. He was the reason I had eclectic taste in music and he was the reason that I told little lies when applying for jobs. No one wants an assistant to be mooning over them all the time, was his solid advice which was his way of saying don't get involved with them. Tell these rock stars you're into country music, they'll be more relaxed around you because they don't see you as a fan, was another.

To say that he was right was reasonably accurate. I told everyone that I was into country music and I was accepted without question. Now it was like I had always been around them, like I was a part of their family.

Be there for them, he said when I last went to see him. Be the family that they need, give them the grounding and keep them on the straight and narrow. It was like he already knew the challenges I was facing with these five men. Some were easy and some weren't. Like the one in front of me.

I took his hand and gripped it firmly.

“I'm here for you but if you want to be alone then that's okay too.”

When I went to move he held my hand tight, refusing to let go.

“Please stay.”

I nodded as he looked at me with pure pain in his eyes, his face was so sad. It was taking all my strength not to start blubbering like an idiot. Fraser took a deep breath and turned the handle, opening the door to Tyler's bedroom.

Nothing had changed. The room had been frozen in time, sitting the same for the past five years. The single bed was pushed up against the wall, unmade and a complete mess. Next to it was a bedside cabinet, made from the same wood as the bed frame. On the table was a lamp, a tourniquet and a pile of used needles.

Taking a tentative step over the threshold, I followed Fraser into what was clearly the largest room in the house. I thought that he slept in the master bedroom but as I looked around the room and saw the walk in robe, I realised I was wrong. His parents had given up this room, a room that should have been theirs for their son. The very same son that would one day murder them.

Fraser sat on the edge of the bed, pulling the draw of the bedside cabinet out. It was filled with unused needles, thankfully they still hand their caps on them. I walked through the piles of clothes and shoes trying to figure out how two brothers could be so far apart. Reese and I were so similar it was crazy yet for Fraser and Tyler it was like they were bred from different people.

I turned the light on for the walk in robe, another pile of clothes sitting in the far corner. A rat could have set up home in here and no one would be the wiser. To the side was a set of shelves, built into the wall it held the standard things like deodorant, aftershave, a few accessories, men’s magazines.

They were a little interesting, I carefully pulled out the small pile and looked through them, casting a casual glance to the television that was set up to the side of the cabinet. DVD's were stacked beside the player, I picked them up and frowned at the situation.

He was watching television or rather, the discs in the walk in robe. A small lounge chair sat opposite the screen and as I looked to the main door I understood why. It was so he couldn't be seen.

“What have you got there?”

I looked up from the pile of things in my arms, Fraser was leaning on the door frame. How would he react to this? Did he know already or was this a secret that Tyler had kept to himself? Was this the catalyst that set him off? Taking a deep breath I handed over one of the magazines and watched the shock cross Fraser's face. He didn't know.

Fraser moved closer and looked at the rest of the pile in my arms.

“Why didn't he tell someone?”

“Maybe he did.” I offered.

He shook his head.

“Mom and dad would have loved him regardless of whether he was straight or gay.”

Fraser huffed as he dumped them back onto the shelf.

“He probably thinks this is the reason I won't talk to him. He was an idiot like that.”

“It doesn't concern you that he's gay?”

“Nah. Life is too short to be worrying about things that have nothing to do with me.”

“Well then you should tell him that. Even if you write to him and maybe say that you have only just cleaned his room out and found things that he had kept a secret. Tell him that it isn't the reason for your silence, tell him that it was because of what he did that you refuse to speak to him.”

He nodded and pulled me into his arms, his hands making their way to my backside.

“Is this room giving you ideas?”

A sly grin crossed his face as he squeezed the flesh, kneading it his fingers.

“Can you handle the monster?”

I paused for a moment. It was certainly an interesting question.

“Only one way to find out.”

A minute later we were in the spare bedroom, the cover flung off the bed with recklessness. Fraser looked so damned hungry for the next few minutes it was like he hadn't had sex in weeks. So I guess me staying at Evan's last night had deprived Fraser of so many possibilities but surely one night without wouldn't make him like this? No, it was the anticipation of what might be.

“We'll take it easy, yeah?”

I nodded, lifting the shirt from his body. His breath hitched as my lips pressed to his chest, trailing kisses over him. The fabric of his jeans was tight, my hand pressed hard along the growing length. I was crazy, I had agreed to something that could leave me really sore for god only knows how long. But the anticipation of it, wondering what it was like, I couldn't escape it and I knew that I had to try it at least once. His finger had felt nice, surely a little more weight to it would too.

Fraser pulled my hand away and removed all but my underpants.

“You're so beautiful.” he whispered as his lips dragged over the curve of my neck.

His hands found my backside again, sliding under the soft material to knead the flesh. My heart was racing as he drew me closer to his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and enjoyed the affection he lavished upon my neck and shoulder.

A jolt of ecstasy made me gasp, his fingers toying at the edge. Gently prising me apart, sliding into the moist heat and causing me to shudder as I gripped him tight. My lips pressed against his neck, sharp stubble prickled against the sensitive skin. I moaned as his finger pressed deep, another one soon joining it.

“You like that?” he growled in my ear.

I could only nod, unable to form any words. The heat in his voice made me want to give in to him, to give him everything he wanted.

His hands slid over my hips as he pulled away, slowly he kissed his way down my body. With my panties curled in his fingers he dragged them down my legs. His lips stopped at the apex between my thighs, nuzzling against the curls.

“You smell so good when you're aroused.”

I looked down at him, his eyes were bright with amusement as his tongue dragged over the top of my clit. Holy cow that was so damned sexy.

He stood and turned me to face the bed, tilting me so that I rested my head and arms on it.

“This ass.”

I could hear the mirth in his tone as he stood behind me, his fingers squeezing the abundant flesh.

“I love it.”

His breath was hot against my skin, as his tongue slid over my entire seam I flushed with heat. It felt like I was going to explode with pleasure, just from his tongue.

Fraser continued to pull me open, lavishing his tongue with his own desperation. I cried out his name when the ecstasy finally peaked, my body writhing from what had to be the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

Firm hands held me tight, refusing to let me flop onto the bed. Wet lips sucked on the skin, slowly kissing over my thighs and ass. The sound of his belt being undone and the jeans hitting the floor was a wonderful sound, one that I really did enjoy. I whimpered as he rubbed himself through the fold and down through the seam. The sensation of his hard cock begging for entry was incredible, I wanted him to just push in and fuck me hard.

“On the bed, lay on your side.”

He settled onto the bed behind me, his hand reaching around to cup my breast as he nuzzled my ear.

“We need bigger mirrors.”

The one that we faced was roughly the size of the door it was glued to. It was on the inside of the door to the small wardrobe and was conveniently open for us to watch. Another thing I had never done before, this man was certainly opening my eyes to the wonderful world of sex.

His head was lowered into the curve of my neck as his lips kissed over the skin, his fingers massaging my breast. I couldn't tear away from the view, I wanted to watch it all.

Fraser rolled back, returning with the sounds of a packet tearing and a lid being popped. Cold and wet fingers toyed with me, making me gasp.

“Don't tense up.”

I nodded as he positioned himself, the head pressing against me felt odd. He kissed the edge of my shoulder, soft and sweet which made me look at him.

“Relax baby.” he whispered.

My whole body paused as he pushed in, slow and steady. I'd never felt so alive as I did right then. I looked to the mirror, in particular to Fraser's face. His eyes were closed but I knew he was enjoying it. The pleasure on his face was intense.

I breathed with the ecstasy, feeling so incredibly full. My body stretched to accommodate him, though I wasn't sure how much of him. Fraser gripped my hip hard, his eyes opening with a wild need.

As he pushed further, his eyes were pinned to me, watching for any discomfort. But there wasn't any, I smiled at him and I knew that I had just made his day.

Slowly he dragged back out, with a gruff groan he slid back in. His hand still held me tight, pressing into the skin on my hips. The other pulled me closer, finding a path to my breast.

A heavy moan escaped me, his fingers gently tugging on my nipple. My body arched out as he moved his other hand up, toying with both breasts.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.” I moaned, desperate for him to move a little faster.

One hand moved away, soon lifting my leg over his. He took my hand that had been wrapped around the back of his neck and placed it on my lower stomach.

“Open your eyes.”

I did as he commanded, watching as his hand pushed mine lower. Our fingers slipped deep through the folds, sliding over the skin. The view was too much for me and my body shuddered with euphoria.

“Fraser.” I breathed out as the orgasm flooded through me.

Instantly he pulled out, my eyes bolted open with the shock of the movement. I rolled onto my back and watched him toss the condom onto the bedside table.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded as he settled back onto the bed, this time in between my legs. I gasped when he pushed into me.

“Just close to being done and I want to go real fast baby.” he grinned hard as the words slipped over those very sexy lips.

Fraser lowered onto my body, moving hard and fast just as he said he would. Good old missionary sex, it had its moments.

“You were so tight.” his breath was heavy as he looked down to me.

He was on his forearms, his nose rubbing against mine as he continued his hard and fast love. If I was able to move after this it would be a miracle.

“Then you orgasmed. God.” his eyes rolled with a mighty grin. “I thought I was done.”

“Fraser.”

“Yeah babe.”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled and kissed me hard, groaning when he finally came.

When he withdrew I winced, feeling sore all over. Fraser flopped onto his back and dragged me into his arms. There we laid in the quiet of the afternoon in our post sex euphoria. Life had never been so good.