Three Little Words (14 page)

            As I feel asleep, a trickle of guilt worked its way inside of me. What was
wrong
with me?

            What had just happened with Mal had been intense, amazing. Every feeling I’d once had for him had come roaring back, and if anything, I wanted him more.

            But I wasn’t entirely sure that I’d really
forgotten
to pass along that cell phone, my ticket to seeing Dorian again.

            The cat followed me as I walked to Java the Hut for the Three Little Words show. The other guys had the van and the equipment, but it made no sense for them to pick me up when I lived less than a block away.

            So here I was, guitar case in one hand, the orange tabby weaving in and out of my legs with every step.

            “Weird little puss.” Stopping to stare down at the animal as I reached the front door, I gave it a stern scowl. “Do not follow me in here. Understand? Not hygienic.”

            The cat responded by wrapping its front legs around my ankle. I was no hard hearted bastard; the notion that some stray kitty had taken such a shine to me that he was hugging me was kind of cute.

            Then I noticed the cat’s hips moving. Thrusting, to be precise. I stared down dumbly for a second, shouting when I realized that the cat was not hugging me at all, but rather humping my shoe.

            “Jesus, cat!” I shook my leg and dislodged the small creature. “Buy me dinner first. Christ.”

            The cat sat back primly, a look on its face that said she—or maybe he, I had no idea—had no idea what all the fuss was about.

            I narrowed my eyes at the impertinent feline. “I’ve flogged people for less, you little bastard.”

            I was sure the cat winked at me. Topping from the bottom, that one. Man. Some of my fans could get a little overly amorous, especially after a few drinks, but a cat trying to get it on with my Converse sneaker was definitely a first.

            Shaking off the strangeness, I opened the front door of the coffeehouse, just enough to let me in.

            Condensation frosted the glass when the steam from inside hit the chilly wall of autumn air. I took a second to inhale the coffee scented air, to ground myself so that I’d be ready to perform.

            That’s when I saw Adele, standing at the end of the counter, dressed up in what I assumed was anticipation of the show.

            Black shorts were saved from being indecent by the sheer black tights she wore underneath. The combination let me have a lovely view of her long, curvy legs, and I drank in the sight. She’d topped the outfit with a long-sleeved shirt, again in black, that dipped into a vee neckline that showcased the swells of her rather delightful, creamy breasts.

            Her hair, that gold color kissed with strawberry, was down, the ends brushing over the mounds of those breasts in a way that made me imagine it sliding over my cock.

            She looked utterly fuckable, and my mind raced, picturing her with soft coils of hemp rope around her wrists, binding her to my bed. Of her shivering as she gave up control to me, trusting me with that ultimate power exchange that I’d been searching for for so long.

            But more than that, in the way that only she seemed able to do, seeing her made me want to go wrap her in my arms, to kiss the top of her head to say hello, and to just hold her for a few minutes.

            I’d never felt that with a female. Seriously. Never.

            It intrigued the hell out of me. It reminded me of the fairy tales, the stories of soul mates that I’d always believed in but never found.

            I wanted more than just sex. And I wanted it with her.

            She looked up as I approached, and I saw the guilt flash over her face. Something had happened with her and Mal, then.

            I wondered briefly if they had fucked, but mostly because I wondered if Mal had found out what caused those shadows that sometimes appeared in her eyes. I still wasn’t sure why, but the thought of Mal and Adele together...

            It didn’t make me jealous. Instead, I thought it was kinda hot.

            I approached the till rather than heading straight towards her, to give her a chance to pull herself together. I was supremely annoyed when the girl from the day before—what was her name? Marnie?

            Marti. Whatever she was called, she pushed past Adele to make sure she’d get to the till first.

            I wanted to tell her she was wasting her time. But Adele came up behind Marti, and all I could do was look at the woman I so badly wanted to be mine.

            “What can I get for you?” Marnie/ Marti was using what I imagined was her best come-to-the-bedroom voice, and my lips curled up when Adele rolled her eyes.

            Possessed by a wicked idea, I leaned forward, fixed Marti with my smile.

            “Who’s the best server here?” I knew she was going to say herself—girls like her couldn’t see outside the realm of themselves.

            “Oh, I am. Absolutely.” She didn’t disappoint, even thrusting her chest with its almost nonexistent breasts in my direction. I fought against rolling my own eyes as I stood up again. She’d done just what I’d wanted her to.

            “So you’re capable of covering for Adele if she comes to help the band set up, then?” I smiled politely, and Marti looked like she’d swallowed a shard of glass. Adele didn’t look displeased, but she wasn’t jumping for joy either.

            “Will you?” I asked her. If her issues were what I thought they were, I wanted to make sure to give her a choice, always. At least until she trusted me enough to hand me the reins.

            She studied me, her eyes bright, then finally nodded. She turned to Marti, who was clearly holding back a snarl.

            “I’m off in fifteen anyway, Marti. I’ll finish my shift helping them set up.” Marti looked like she was about to argue, but Adele stared her down calmly. “You can handle it.”

            Adele turned to me, and the smile on her face told me she’d worked through her reservations, which I was pretty sure had to do with her feeling conflicted between me and Mal. I’d told her that seeing us both wasn’t a big issue unless we made it that way, so I cast her my cheekiest grin, trying to ease her mind.

            “Let’s go, sexy.” Trying to make her laugh, I reached across the counter and lifted her right off of her feet. I didn’t hide the fact that I groped her ass a bit as I slid her over the laminate countertop, then slid her down my body until she was again on her feet.

            If this was going to go anywhere between us, she would get used to me touching her—touching her all the time.

            I was gratified to see that my touch had turned her cheeks a fetching shade of pink. She saw my smirk and answered with one of her own.

            “You were so just being sneaky to cop a feel.”

            I shrugged as I laced my fingers through her own, then pulled her over to where the guys were setting up.

            “Never denied it.” If I were honest, I’d do just about anything to feel her against me. Submitting to me. “And I don’t have to be sneaky to touch you.” To demonstrate, I ran a finger over her cheekbone.

            She shivered in response, her eyes wide, and so I followed my gut instinct and let my finger trail down further, dipping into the cleft of her collarbone, then between her breasts.

            She didn’t say a word, but I felt the acceleration of her pulse beneath the tip of my finger. Her response sent blood pumping through me, hot and fast.

            I wanted this woman, and I wanted her bad.

            Taking her to the small raised stage, I wrapped my arm tightly around her to signal that she was mine. Not that I probably had to, because I’d never introduced a girl to the guys before.

            I watched her eyes go wide as she took in the group of us. I had to smother a grin.

            Being that the band was all blokes, I didn’t pay much attention to what they looked like, but I knew that we held a certain appeal to the female population. Adele didn’t seem any more immune to it than most.

            “Adele, this is Pax, our bass player.” Biggest bloke I’d ever met, muscle bound with brown hair and surfer boy eyes. “Levi on drums.” Almost as tall as Pax, but leaner, with spiky black hair and an eyebrow piercing. “And Wyatt, who plays keyboards and sometimes jangles the tambourine. For Christmas Santa’s going to bring him a xylophone.” Shorter than the other two, but solid, with one green eye and one grey, eyes that the girls on our website wrote poems about.

            “Guys, this is Adele. Be nice.”

            “Bite me, Dorian.” Wyatt looked Adele up and down, making no attempt to hide his interest.

            “Hmm, or maybe Adele will bite me. I think I’d prefer that.”

            “Is she going to be our groupie?” Levi wanted to know. “I vote yes.”

            “
Hel-lo
, strawberry tart!” Pax made no attempt to hide his ogling of Adele, and he even threw in a wolf whistle for good measure.

            Though I knew the guys were full of shit, and the teasing was directed more at me than at her, I tensed, wondering if I’d made a mistake by bringing her over here, by throwing her to the wolves.

            I felt my lips pull back in a snarl, a completely newfound reaction for me. Even the women who’d been willing to give me anything and everything I wanted had failed to pull such a primal sense of possession from deep within myself.

            “Uh-oh. What’s wrong with Dorian’s face?” Levi asked, looking at me like I was a specimen in a Petri dish.

            “Maybe he actually
is
 going to bite me this time. Then go howl at the moon,” Wyatt added, watching me curiously.

            I knew they were just giving me a hard time because I’d never shown interest in one specific bird at all. But still I felt my temper rising. The guys were just being themselves, but they didn’t know that Adele had demons. They couldn’t have, but I found myself fighting off the violent urge to beat on each and every one of them, just on the off chance that they
might
have hurt her feelings or made her uncomfortable.

            Opening my mouth, I was about to tell them all to back off and, better yet, fuck off. I was surprised when Adele stepped out from the shadow of my arm, planting her hands on her hips.

            “I prefer scratching to biting, actually. And my claws are pretty fucking sharp.” She smiled, the expression as lethal as a knife.

            “Me-ow!” Levi mimed a kitty scratching, grinning at Adele. “I like her, Dorian. She’s feisty.”

            “You sure you want to keep him?” Wyatt blew her a kiss. “Lead singers are overrated. It’s all about the tambourine, I tell you.”

            Pride flooded through me as, rather than stiffening, Adele just grinned back and shook her head.

            She might have ghosts that haunted her, she might have things she hadn’t told me or Mal yet, but she was a fighter.

            It was sexy as hell. I might be the most fulfilled when a woman submitted to me, but that didn’t mean the girl of my dreams was a doormat. I grinned down at Adele, knowing that my eyes were full of heat, and draped my arm over her shoulders again, pulling her in tight.

            “What the fuck, Dorian? You’re seriously settling down? You sure you don’t want me to take her off your hands?” The opposite of me, Pax brought girls around the group all the time.

            All. The. Time.

            His voice was merely curious, despite his choice of words, but I didn’t like his implication. I bared my teeth at him, and he backed away and held his hands out, palms towards me.

            “Maybe I haven’t made this clear, mates. She’s mine.”
Mine and Mal’s.
 Beside me I heard Adele’s little exhalation that showed her surprise, and it settled me, at least a bit. I stopped snarling, looking each bloke over in turn, making sure they got the point.

            My band mates looked at me liked I’d grown a second head, and I knew why. Never, in the almost ten years I’d known them, never once had I staked a claim on a female. Before, if a girl I was with decided she liked one of my mates better, well, there was always another willing pussy in line.

            But Adele was different. I wanted to keep her.

            Suddenly needing fresh air, I tugged Adele with me towards the back doors, where our van was backed in. From what I could see, the guys had gotten pretty much everything set up already, but I needed a bit of privacy with her.

            I needed to get my hands on her, even just a brush of my hand through her hair would do. But after Pax’s asshat comment, I found that I wanted to mark her as mine, to show her how much I wanted to be with her.

            I felt her looking at me sideways as I lifted her by the waist, seating her on the edge of the open back of the van, and though she didn’t speak, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

           
Why was it okay for her to be with Mal, but another man couldn’t even look at her
?

            My answer to that wasn’t yet fully formed.

            Adele gestured to the lone speaker remaining.

            “I don’t know how much I can help with set up. You guys seem pretty much done.” She looked me up and down, her brow furrowing as if she was working something out in her head.

            “I know.” Giving in to my need, I cupped my hand around the back of her neck. Leaning in, I pressed my forehead to hers.

            The need to devour her was riding me, but I forced myself to wait, to make sure she was okay with this. I could feel her warm breath misting over my lips, and a small groan escaped my throat.

            “Dorian,” she whispered. Then, slowly, sweetly, she pressed her lips to mine.

            I’d kissed countless girls in my life. Never had the press of a woman’s lips to mine made my pulse skip the way it was right now.