Something to Believe In (The Renegade Saints Book 4) (18 page)

“I need to shower,” I squeaked.

“Let’s get filthy first and then shower,” he answered. “We’ll make it quick and dirty.”

“At least let me brush my teeth—”

He cut my protest off by kissing me. Fortunately, we’d both eaten and had coffee so our kiss wasn’t ruined by morning breath. He dominated me with his tongue, the gentleness of the night before replaced with an intensely sexual experience. Wrapping my arms around his neck I let myself go and enjoyed it.

When he finally pulled his lips from mine, we were both out of breath. He guided me back until I was lying on the bed instead of sitting. As he hovered above me he grinned devilishly before leaning in and gently biting my right nipple.

“Holy wow,” I breathed.

He grinned up at me as he let up the pressure and followed up with several swirls of his tongue.

“Your nipples are sensitive.”

I nodded then sighed as he cupped my left breast in his hand and ran his thumb over my nipple. “
Yes
.”

He continued on like that, biting and sucking at my breasts, making sure to switch back and forth between the two in order to give them equal attention. I could feel his hard length against my thigh and each lick and suck was making me wetter. I wanted to tell him to hurry up but I was enjoying the attention he was giving my nipples. When I looked down, I saw that he’d left several hickeys behind.

“You’re leaving marks,” I said on a gasp.

He nodded and grinned up at me proudly. “I’m mapping you, Freckles. Every time I get my mouth on one of these freckles, I have to mark the spot.”

It shouldn’t have been as hot as it was. Instead of being annoyed with him for the trail of hickeys, I was unbelievably turned on.

“Do
I
get to leave marks on
you
?” I asked teasingly.

His answering grin told me he liked the idea. “Feel free to mark me anywhere and everywhere, Daisy.”

I whimpered and rubbed against him wantonly. He chuckled as he reached between us to run a finger between my legs.

“Mm,” he said huskily, “someone’s ready.”

I’d been ready since he slipped his tongue into my mouth and kissed me like I was his oxygen.

“Very,” I admitted.

Sitting up, he reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom. Only then did I realize he must’ve cleaned up from the condom explosion the night before. The memory of how frantic he’d been in the moment made me giggle.

“Really hoping you aren’t laughing at my junk,” he teased.

I shook my head and snorted. “Of course not. I was laughing remembering the condom rain from last night.”

His eyes were alight with humor as he ripped open the wrapper. “You make me a little crazy,” he said.

“Samesies,” I admitted.

I then forgot how to put words together as I watched him roll the condom onto his shaft. He was the most perfect man I’d ever seen in clothes, but naked I swear he was a god. Never in my life had I been attracted to or wanted someone in the way I did with him. It was all-consuming, like a fever that spread from the pit of my stomach throughout my entire body.

Climbing up onto the bed, he rolled over onto his back and looked at me. “Ready to ride, cowgirl?”

I swallowed hard and nodded.

“Climb on, Freckles. I’m ready to watch my cock disappear into your tight, hot pussy.”

I whimpered as I sat up and straddled him.

“Give me your mouth first,” he instructed.

I complied immediately, kissing him desperately. While we kissed he fisted his cock and started rubbing the head all around my opening. I moaned and bucked on top of him, breaking the kiss in order to beg.

“Put it in,” I panted.

“Sit up nice and high like a good girl,” he said.

I complied, rising up on my knees. When I was at the right height, he stopped me.

“Slow,” he commanded huskily. “I want to watch you take every fucking inch of my dick.”

I moaned as I took the head of his cock inside. I wanted nothing more than to seat myself on him fully, to hell with going slow, but his hands at my waist held me.

“Tsk, tsk, Freckles,” he chided. “What did I tell you about going slow?”

I felt on fire for him. My clit throbbed and my breasts felt heavy as I undulated on top of him, working the head of his cock.

“More,” I breathed desperately. “More.”

“Take your time,” he groaned.

When I nodded my compliance, he smiled and let me take the lead. His eyes were locked at the spot where we were joined as I slid down ever so slowly. As anxious as I was to have all of him, there was something about the rapt expression on his face that gave me the strength to pace myself.

“Jesus fuck that’s fuckin’ hot,” he croaked. “Watching your little cunt taking my dick should be illegal. I can’t believe the way you
feel
, Daisy. So fuckin’ good.”

I cried out as I finally took the last inch of him. Like the night before, the fit had a hint of pain, but in a good way. I loved being full of him. Bracing my hands on his chest, I started to ride. Back and forth and up and down, I squeezed his cock with my inner muscles, bringing us both pleasure.

Our eyes locked and held as I let out a cry of pleasure when he started rubbing at my clit with his thumb.

“Ride me, fuck, ride me,” he said desperately.

My breasts jiggled and my thighs clenched as I rode him harder and faster. When he pinched my clit between his thumb and index finger I yelled his name as my orgasm hit me at warp speed. He worked my clit until I couldn’t bear it another second and then he gripped my waist with both hands and started frantically fucking up into me.

The sound of him pounding away at me was everything. I held on tight and squeezed his cock as he came apart, yelling my name loud enough that I’m pretty sure anyone in a neighboring room heard him. I didn’t care one bit since I loved watching and listening to him lose his control. When he was finished, I slumped over on his chest as we both caught our breath.

I
nstead of getting my head out of my ass and telling her what was up with me, I avoided it. I did this by keeping us busy. Busy meant we went at each other for a quickie like wild animals in the shower, so much so there was water all over the floor when we got out. By the time we finished cleaning that up and got to her room so she could get dressed, it was time for her to start work. I suggested she take the afternoon off and hang with me until it was time to head to the sound check but she was having none of it. I then tried to go with her, but she shut that down as well, citing how difficult it would be to keep her mind on work if I was staring at her.

Bored as fuck, I sent a group text to the rest of the band and asked what they were doing. I got no word back from Flynn, which likely as not meant he was busy doing Tessa. Gavin was out with Leah and Bree shopping for shoes. He invited me to have a car take me to where they were, but I turned that shit down lightning fast. Shoe shopping with women who weren’t Daisy sounded like a dud. Fortunately, Cole was free since Devon was holed up in a hotel room editing. After Cole and I firmed up our plans Devon sent me a funny text thanking me for getting him out of her hair so she could actually work.

We decided to go get ice cream and wound up at a specialty dessert shop where everything was homemade. Since it was the middle of the day, we were pretty much in the clear. Most people were either working or at school. The people who were there were all a bit older than us so they didn’t even notice the two men in hats ordering sweet shit. Hoping to keep the not being recognized streak going, we sat at the most out of the way table with no one else around it. Our security team knew the drill and they sat a reasonable distance away to give us our privacy. After a few test bites of our ice cream—cookies and cream for him and brownie batter for me—we got talking.

“You’re a tad keyed up,” he mused.

I considered his words as I ate a spoonful of my ice cream. “I wouldn’t say I’m keyed up,” I said finally.

He gave me a wry look. “Semantics.”

I spread my hands and shrugged. “Guilty.”

“Stop stalling and tell me what’s up with you and Daisy,” he ordered.

“How did you know…” I trailed off, putting a stop to the question because it was stupid. Of course whatever I had on my mind was Daisy related.

“Last night I had Daisy in my bed,” I said.

Cole’s eyes widened before he quickly schooled his expression.

“I can’t believe you’re surprised. You fuckin’ know I like her and you’ve been cheering me on. Now you suddenly think it’s weird?”

“Not at all,” he laughed. “I think it’s great, asshat. You caught me off guard with the whole in your bed thing. I thought that might take a really long time. Truth—I’m proud of you for plowing ahead.”

He paused and snickered. “Heh heh, I just said you were plowing.”

I balled up my napkin and tossed it across the table at him, hitting him square in the middle of his forehead.

“You’re an idiot,” I said dryly. “What’s next, a fart joke?”

“Nah, I leave that level of immaturity to you,” he said pointedly.

I had to take that one on the chin. “Touché.”

“Now continue,” he pressed.

“Anyway, don’t get too excited about me having her in my bed. ’Cause even though that happened, I couldn’t stay. I had a panic attack and had to leave the room. Went down and talked to Ian for a while and when I got back to my suite I slept in the other room.”

“Don’t downplay it,” he replied firmly. “You even being in the same suite as her was a big step for you. How was she with the whole sleeping in separate rooms thing?”

I looked away guiltily. “She doesn’t know,” I muttered.

“How the fuck is that even possible?”

“She fell asleep.”

He ate a spoonful of ice cream as he considered what I’d told him.

“You realize you have to say something to her, yeah? You got lucky this time but if it happens again and she wakes up to find you missing, it could get ugly. Face it head on and everything will be fine. Keeping important shit to yourself won’t go well. Trust me on this.”

“You keep a lot of secrets from Devon?” I prodded.

I knew damn well he didn’t. The biggest thing he’d ever kept from her was the reasons he was afraid to be in a one-on-one relationship. Other than that, the fucker was an open book.

“Fuck no,” he said with a choked laugh. “I’m not stupid. Devon probably knows more about me now than I do. Whatever she doesn’t know from me, she’s picked up from you assholes and the rest of the family as she’s filming. When I said keeping shit wouldn’t go well I was talking about Flynn. Remember how freaked he was when Tessa stopped talking to him because she thought he was having a baby?”

“Uh, yeah I remember. He was on a plane out of LA so fast I thought he might’ve broken a land speed record.”

“Wouldn’t have gone down like that if he’d kept her in the loop,” Cole pointed out.

I let out a long sigh as I nodded. “True. I’ll talk to her about it tonight after the show. The truth is I’m scared she’ll be disgusted.”

He cocked his head to the side and looked at me as thought I were a few screws short of a set.

“Daisy’s cool as hell. I can’t imagine any scenario where you tell her your issue and she throws up her hands and bails. Stop borrowing trouble.”

I hoped he was right.