Wicked Innocence (11 page)

Micah

I snuck a look Sax’s way as I sat down opposite him in the back of the van. He winked and I hid a smile.

“What’s up with you?” Harry asked, slumping down in the seat next to me.

“Nothing. What did you guys do today?” I asked, trying to divert the conversation.

He shrugged. “Went to a bar, played some pool. Watched Kam try unsuccessfully to pick up some chick.”

“Hey. I was just being friendly,” Kam retorted. “I wasn’t trying to chat up anyone. Believe me, when I want someone, I don’t need to try very hard.”

“Sure, and that’s evident in the how many women you’ve picked up this trip?” Harry sniggered.

“Yeah, what am I supposed to do, bring her back to the van? Classy.”

“Get a motel room, or go to her place, dipshit.” All the guys laughed. Even Sax was smiling. Kam muttered a response under his breath.

Feeling sorry for the guy, I turned to Harry and smiled sweetly. “And how many women have you picked up?” I asked innocently.

He went red as everyone laughed again.

“Come to think of it, I think I’ve had more success with women than the rest of you put together.” I ignored Sax’s raised eyebrow and continued. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you successfully pick up a chick. You’re supposed to be this ladies’ man, but I don’t know…” I shrugged and shook my head.

“Okay, okay, point taken. Geez, you really know how to crush a guy’s spirit,” Harry grumbled.

I looked up and met Sax’s gaze in the rear view mirror. His blue eyes twinkled as they narrowed in on mine.

Chuckling, I put my earphones in and clicked play, leaving the guys to argue amongst themselves.

***

We walked through the crowd of teenagers over to a spot on the deck that had been blocked off for us. I glanced around. These ‘kids’ all looked to be about the same age as me.

An older man walked over to us. From the way he was smiling at Sax, I guessed this was Ben. He took Sax’s outstretched hand, shaking it firmly. Behind him stood three girls, who were smiling dreamily at Sax. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and tried to ignore the pang of jealousy shooting through me.

“Thanks for doing this, Saxon. This is my niece Hayley and her two friends, Beth and Caryn.”

“Hey,” Sax said easily. He smiled at the girls, who giggled in response. “So, it’s your birthday?” he asked Hayley.

She nodded, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “Yes. I’m eighteen,” she added eagerly.

Was this girl for real? As if her being eighteen gave her a chance with him. He smiled at her and chatted for a few minutes, which she mistook for flirting. Shaking my head, I turned away and focused on the guys who were setting up their equipment.

“You okay?”

Harry was eyeing me in amusement. I blushed. Was my jealousy that obvious? God, I hoped not.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered, leaning over to pick up my microphone. “Just tired is all.”

“Uh-huh,” he said with a nod. He looked around, his hand resting on his hip. “God, this takes me back. High school girls. So eager to please, so keen to play.”

“Surely it would be even easier for you now?” I teased. “Being the big rock star you are and all.”

He snorted. “With him around?” He jerked his finger toward Sax. “Besides, they’re too young. I prefer my women a little older.” He winked at me and I laughed. If only he knew.

After our first set, Sax met me at the side of the deck with a cup of soda.

“Thanks,” I said, drinking it down.

“Hey, where’s ours?” asked Kam.

“Over there,” retorted Sax, nodding toward the bar. “You’ll be happy to learn everything is alcohol free.”

“What kind of party is this?” Kam muttered, walking off into the crowd.

Sax rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to me. “You were pretty worked up during that set,” he commented.

“Was I?” I shrugged, pretending I hadn’t noticed. Just like I hadn’t noticed those three girls, particularly Hayley, fawning over him while we were singing.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile. What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t get like this. Of course, I’d never had a reason to before. I’d never let a guy get close enough for me to care. “Just tired. Thanks for the drink.”

“Anytime,” he said. He reached for the cup, taking it from my hand, his finger stroking mine. “I so badly want to kiss you right now,” he mumbled, his blue eyes locked on mine.

A shiver raced through me and I had to stop myself from pressing my lips against his. I thought about earlier, in the motel room…God, how much longer was this gig?

I walked back on stage for the second and final set. For an alcohol free party, most of the kids there seemed pretty drunk. I scanned the room for Sax and found him leaning casually against the wall, with Hayley, Caryn and Beth hanging off his every word. My stomach tightened as Hayley leaned closer to him, laughing at something he’d said. What the hell did she want? And why was he encouraging them?

Settle down, they’re only talking. He is allowed to speak to other girls. Besides, you have no claim on him. For all you know, this thing with you is a casual fling for him.

I tore my eyes away and focused on the mic I was holding in my hand. It was true, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to storm over there and rip her face off. The intensity of my jealousy shocked me. I’d never felt anything like it before.

“You okay?” Harry muttered in my ear.

I turned around, shocked, and forced a smile. “Sure, I’m great,” I said brightly.

He looked over at Sax and Hayley and laughed. “Do you think he’s hitting on her? I don’t think it would take much for her to fall into bed with him. Look at the expression on her face,” he laughed.

I narrowed my eyes, my anger seething. “Let’s just get on with this, okay?” I muttered.

His eyebrows shot up and then a grin slowly spread across his face. “Sure. Keen to get out of here, are we?” he smirked, glancing back at Sax.

I shot him a death stare and then stalked out onto the center of the deck. After my little performance there, Harry had to know something was up, but that was the last thing on my mind right now. I closed my eyes and forced myself to focus on the music.

***

We arrived back at the motel after midnight. Sax pulled into the parking lot, parking directly outside my room. Unbuckling my belt, I began to get out and he just sat there, fiddling with his phone.

“You coming?” I asked him. He shot me a look and then nudged his head toward the guys in the back. Oh. Right. I rolled my eyes and walked away, not quite understanding the point of hiding the fact that he was sleeping in my room. It didn’t mean anything was happening.

Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it a crack.

“Oh, so now you want to come in,” I teased with a smirk.

“You really don’t understand how guys work,” he chuckled softly.

He pushed the door and eased himself though the gap, wrapping his arm around my waist. Just like that, all my anger and frustration had melted away. He hadn’t done anything wrong. I just wasn’t used to being in a relationship. That side of me was still so inexperienced.

“They wouldn’t give a shit if nothing was going on between us. All the more reason to poke fun.”

“And if they did find out about this?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. I wasn’t sure what this was, but I didn’t like the idea of being his dirty little secret either.

“Then no doubt Harry would tell my father and he’d disown me.”

I let out a laugh. After tonight, I was almost positive Harry knew something was up.
Maybe he just thinks I have a little crush
. God, I
hope
he thinks that.

“That’s a little dramatic isn’t it?”

“You don’t know my family,” he drawled. “Speaking of which, my sister will be in Vegas tomorrow. I’d love for her to meet you. She’s probably the only person I’d actually want to tell about us. That is, if there was anything to tell,” he added after a second.

“Is there anything to tell?” I asked coyly.

He cupped my chin and tugged me closer to him, his lips meeting mine in a soft, passionate kiss.

“What do you think?” he growled.

I shivered as his hands wandered underneath my shirt, lifting it over my head.

“Fuck, I love these,” he mumbled, kissing my breasts. I laughed as he fondled me while leading me backwards to the bed. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting it fall to the ground.

My fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until it fell open, revealing his smooth, muscular chest. I sighed as he pressed his lips against my neck, the feel of his tongue trailing over my skin sending me into a frenzy.

“Hey,” I giggled as he hoisted me onto his hips. I threw my arms around his neck to balance myself. He was hard; I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh. The idea that I made him that excited spurred me on. I ground my hips against him. He let out a groan, his mouth searching mine.

He threw me down on the bed, staring down at me, eyes filled with desire With one hand, he unbuttoned his jeans and shrugged them off along with his boxers.

“See how fucking excited you make me?” he muttered.

I licked my lips and smiled. Shuffling myself to the edge of the bed, I sat up and curled my fingers around his length. He gasped as I took the tip in my mouth, my eyes never leaving his.

I hadn’t given many blowjobs in my life, but I knew enough to know much of it was about confidence. That’s what guys found sexy.

I circled my tongue around the tip, the salty, sweet taste of his him hitting my senses. He was so hard I could feel the blood throbbing down his shaft. He lifted his hands to my head, his fingers gently running through my hair. I smirked, knowing how hard he must have been resisting the urge to shove his length deeper down my throat.

He groaned as I began to suck harder. I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could handle. He gasped as my lips moved up and down his length, his fingers gripping the back of my head.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as his body tensed. I could feel he was close. I stared up at him and smiled as my tongue teased his tip. He groaned loudly and released, coating the back of my throat. I swallowed and continued to suck, taking him as deep into my throat as I could handle.

“Oh fuck, stop, God stop,” he mumbled, pulling out of me. I smirked and rolled back onto my side, watching him closely.

He collapsed on the bed beside me, visibly exhausted, the single mattress barely wide enough for both of us. Smiling, I rolled over so I was facing him. I ran my fingers over his stubble as my lips found his.

“You’re cold,” he realized as his fingers grazed over my goose-bumped arms. “Come on,” he ordered, sitting me up. “We can continue this under the covers.”

I laughed, but stood up. Slipping out of my skirt, I climbed into the bed next to him. My panties were the only thing separating his naked body from mine. I snuggled into his embrace. His fingers slowly trailed over my back as he kissed my forehead.

“That was unbelievable,” he muttered. “I can’t even…” he shook his head, making me giggle. My body jumped at his touch as his fingernails roamed over the arch of back.

He held me close, his lips finding their way to my neck where he kissed and licked his way down to my breasts. I gasped as his tongue circled around my nipple. Flicking it into his mouth, he began to tease me, biting down gently.

“Holy…wow,” I mumbled. I closed my eyes, my body tensing as his fingers worked their way down over my stomach and down the front of my thigh. Instinctively, I spread my legs. He chuckled, bringing his mouth back up to mine as his fingers pushed aside my panties and gently circled my bare entrance.

I groaned as he eased a finger inside of me.

He kissed my neck and chuckled. “Is this what you were imagining the other day when you were touching yourself?” he whispered in my ear. “That was such a naughty thing to do. Did you think I couldn’t hear you?”

I whimpered, the only response I was capable of giving him.

“Or maybe you
wanted
me to hear, you dirty, dirty girl. You had me so worked up, listening to the sound of your sweet little fingers getting all wet inside yourself. I was so fucking hard.”

I groaned. Hearing him talk like that was almost too much. My back arched as he thrust his fingers deeper inside of me.

“Come for me, honey. Come like you did the other night. Were you thinking of me? Imagining that it was me inside you?” he asked.

I nodded, my back arching, begging for more.

“Answer me,” he ordered as he sucked on my earlobe.

“Yes. Yes, I wanted it to be you,” I mumbled. I cried out as my body spasmed. His fingers still explored me, every touch sending my body into another round of ecstasy until I couldn’t handle any more.

Whimpering, I pushed his arm away, my legs clenching, as if I was trying to prolong to rush that was coursing through my body. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me.