Someone clears their throat and I know I should be embarrassed but I really, really want to fuck my husband right now. Our driver gives us a grin and I laugh.
He opens the door. "I’ll drive around until you say otherwise."
Cage nods and we slide into the back of the limo, the privacy screen already in place. Thank God. I straddle Cage’s lap and devour his mouth. He doesn’t waste any time. He undoes my capris and slips his hand down to my wet center, then slides two fingers into me.
"Fuck, Fee," he murmurs, "I love that you’re always ready for me."
I moan when his fingers pump faster into me and I start matching their rhythm. Cage wraps my ponytail around his hand and tugs gently, my head falling back. He kisses up my cleavage and neck, licking, nipping, sucking.
"You’re close," he tells me, when my pussy begins to spasm and the first tiny waves of pleasure begin to form.
"Yes," I whisper, and when he bites me, I come. I cry out and continue coming as he sucks hard on my collarbone, pumping his fingers harder into me before easing off.
"Holy smokes."
He doesn’t chuckle, just watches me with those dark, dark eyes, filled with lust and passionate promises I know he’ll deliver. I unbuckle his belt, then undo his pants before shoving my hand in and circling his hot, hard flesh. I rub my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum over the head.
"I need you to fuck me," I tell him.
He nods. "Good. Because I plan on fucking you hard and fast until we’re both coming even harder."
I slide to the side on the seat and slip off my sandals. I quickly shimmy out of my capris and panties, not wasting any time. Cage pulls his pants down around his ankles and I climb back onto his lap. He positions his cock at my entrance, and I slam down hard onto his cock.
"Fuck," Cage curses. He grips my hips and stills me. "I need a minute or I’m going to come."
I tilt my head. "So?"
"I don’t want to come yet," he says.
"Why not? You can come twice."
His gaze meets mine and his eyes darken to nearly black in color. "Fee," he murmurs, "make me come."
"With pleasure," I tell him and then I lift and lower in a fast and furious pace, clenching my walls tighter, hugging his cock so hard with my pussy he has no choice but to groan in pleasure. I don’t get to be in control very often, so while I am, I’m going to fuck him until his legs shake.
I slam down, holding his cock deep inside me, clenching and unclenching my pussy, then moving forward and back on his cock, keeping him deep inside me. He groans again and his hands tighten on my hips.
"Fast, baby. Fast," he tells me, lifting and lowering me to where the tip of his now swollen cock is barely inside of me, then slamming me down hard to where I feel him touch the heart of me. Shit. If he keeps doing that, I’m going to come and this was supposed to be about him.
"Fee, I can feel you getting wetter. You’re going to come with me," he tells me, his hips lifting while slamming mine down to meet in the middle.
"Yesss, oh God," I moan out, when I feel the first splash of cum inside me. And then I’m coming with him. Hard. So hard I can’t breathe and I swear my heart stops. My toes are curled tightly and I’m sucking his bottom lip to keep from screaming.
"Holy fuck," he curses again, then he pulls out and flips me to where I’m on my knees and he’s sliding his cock back inside me from behind. I love how deep he gets from this angle. He keeps working his cock in and out of me while he slips off his suit jacket, his tie and unbuttons his shirt. He folds his jacket and puts it down on the seat.
"Rest your head there baby," he says and I do. He pulls my arms so my hands rest on the small of my back—and then he loops his tie around my wrists, pulling it tight, but not so tight it’s uncomfortable.
God, he’s so sexy when he’s all dominant and controlling.
He chuckles.
"Did I pull a Lucy and say that out loud?" I ask.
He chuckles. "You did, but I’m glad you think I’m sexy."
"Honey, you are so hot I swear the sun gets its rays from you."
He snorts. "Corny, but I like it."
"I was going for epic corn factor. Now fuck me already," I tell him and he slaps my ass.
"Damn," he moans and slaps my ass again before soothing it with his hand, my pussy clenching around his cock.
I shouldn’t like being spanked. It’s all those things women aren’t supposed to like—it’s naughty, taboo, indecent... exciting, thrilling, and arousing with just a sting of pain.
I moan when he thrusts harder into me, holding the tie and my arms tightly when we, obviously, round a corner and I nearly tip over.
I laugh and Cage chuckles.
We don’t exchange words while he pumps into me, only our heavy breathing and moans of pleasure fill the silence. Well, until Cage starts talking dirty.
I push back, meeting his thrusts and he grunts.
"Fee, your pussy is getting hotter and hotter. How close are you to coming?"
"I don’t know..." I moan out. "Could be any second, could be an hour. With you I never know."
"That’s right, baby, because I tell you when you can come. Do you want to come so we can go home and shower?" he asks, his breathing heavy.
I nod.
"Words, Sera. I need the words."
"Yes," I say. "I want to come." I need to come. It’s right there... lingering just out of reach and I know he’s doing it on purpose.
Cage leans forward, his body covering my back, surrounding me, engulfing me in his scent and I inhale deeply. He reaches between my legs and starts rubbing my clit lightly, fucking me hard, our bodies slapping together, our breaths mingling and when he slaps my pussy, I let out a scream.
"Holy shit!"
"You like that, Fee?" he asks. "Do you like me spanking your pretty pussy?"
I moan and he chuckles. I whimper and he shushes me.
"Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you need."
He thrusts so hard into me, I start moving forward on the limo seat, then he pinches my clit softly and I come.
"Oh yes. Yes," I scream when he continues to hammer into me, drawing out my climax, and when he lets go on a shout, I wish I could touch him.
"Fee," he breathes as his body jerks, his cum jetting inside of me. One day, when we’re both ready, we’re going to do this with no birth control. We’re going to do it right and we’re going to give baby Lilyana a baby brother or sister. I love having a part of him inside of me, him leaving that piece of his pleasure to linger with me. Sure, it’s messy, but it’s his... and it’s mine... together.
He slips the tie off of my wrists and rubs my arms before helping me up.
"Holy hell," I murmur.
"Yeah," he answers as I reach for his handkerchief. Likely it’s some $200 hankie that I’m using to clean myself after the incredible limo fuck session we just had, but I don’t care.
Cage is already sitting on the seat, his pants up and belt fastened, and my red lacy thong is dangling from his index finger. His brow lifts and he smirks.
"If I’d known this is what you had been wearing, I’d have had you leave them on."
"I can wear a different pair when we get to the bungalow if you’d like," I tell him, pulling on my thong and capris. I’m zipping up my pants when he gets quiet and I feel his gaze on me.
"What is it?" I ask, stealing his line.
"I need to know you’re going to be okay," he says, pulling me onto his lap.
"You mean with what I did tonight?"
He nods.
I shrug. "I’ll be fine. I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re worried about. I know it’s a ‘sin’ to kill, but that bitch needed killing. There’s no counting how many lives she ruined for her own selfish reasons."
"Exactly."
"Then she held that knife to Lucy and her babies. It was all I could do not to kill her right there," I confess.
"I know. You have to know we know you restrained you
rself and we appreciate that."
I nod. "I didn’t ask for names."
"There was no point. She wasn’t going to share them. You got as much out of her as you were going to get, more than I thought you would," he admits.
I nod.
"You got a little green around the edges with the fingernail," he tells me, humor lacing his tone.
"I wouldn’t have done it but I kept thinking of that fucking tap, tap, tapping she was doing that day she woke me up in your bed. Then I remembered you telling me about how she held a knife over me while I slept. My temper might have gotten the best of me," I say.
"You? Temper?" he teases.
I playfully slap his chest. He presses a button and tells the driver we’re ready to go home.
He lets out a sigh of contentment and I burrow deeper into him.
"It’s going to be a busy couple of weeks," he says.
I nod. "It is but I’m looking forward to getting back out on tour. As crazy as it is, it’s amazing. I get to live my dream."
"You’re topping charts already."
"Making you gazillions of dollars," I tease.
"Us."
"Huh?" I ask.
"Making us gazillions of dollars," he corrects.
"Nuh-uh. That’s your money."
"Fee, we didn’t sign a prenup. Everything I am, everything I have, it’s yours too."
I sit up. "Really?"
He nods. "Really."
"So I can go to any of your businesses and walk into any room I want without getting hassled by anyone?" I ask, feeling pretty powerful, if I’m being honest.
"You can."
Hmm.
"When we get back to LA, we have a stop to make on the way home."
Cage
Wanted by Hunter Hayes
I Found In You by Sarah Darling
I CAN’T HELP BUT LAUGH when we pull up in front of Nichols Records. I should have known.
From the minute we all boarded the plane, they started chattering like a bunch of kids about to find out the deepest darkest secret of the universe—in superhero terms. I knew this was coming, I just didn’t think it’d be this soon—and it’s a good thing I anticipated it. I made a few... adjustments to things.
We enter the reception area and I nod my greeting. The three musketeers make a beeline for the black elevator, Jesse being tugged along by his wife. It’s all I can do not to laugh out loud. All three are bouncing like Meggie—who comes rushing up.
"Sorry I’m late. It’s his fault," she says, pointing to Trace who rolls his eyes.
"Not my fault at all. It’s all on Ben."
Ben shakes his head. "No fucking way man. It’s Jace and Ethan’s fault."
"Fuck that," Ethan says. "Kennedy’s the one who got to the car last."
"Whatever," Spenser says as he and the girls come bounding up. "Who cares? I just want to see what the secret is of the black elevator."
Celeste and Misty come walking up and I shake my head when I spot Damian trailing behind. He shakes his in return. All this for the elevator.
I push the button and we wait in silence. No one speaks. Damian smirks. It’s not a surprise for him, so he’s as entertained as I am.
"Have you ever been in the black elevator?" Xander whispers to Celeste.
She shakes her head and he nods.
I pretend to be busy with my phone when the doors open. The black panel can only be opened with a key. The inside of the elevator is a reflective black, which has everyone’s eyes opening wide. If I didn’t know their ages, I’d swear they were really ten year olds in disguise.
Lucy, Sera, and Xander are bouncing with Meggie when I turn the key in the panel. I pull it open and everyone starts talking at the same time.
Xander’s the loudest with his muttered, "Holy shit!"
I push the silver button with the BFD logo on it and Damian lets out a chuckle. He helped me find just what I needed to pull this off.
When the elevator goes down instead of up, everyone starts whispering again.
Sera grabs my hand and laces her fingers with mine. I lift a brow and she looks nervous. My Fee. I pull her close and wrap my arm around her and she snuggles in closer, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Honey," she whispers loudly.
"Hmm?"
"You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But really, I think since we’re married I need to know," she says.
I just nod.
"Cage dude, if I was Sera I’d want to know too," Xander whispers.
"Why are we whispering?" Meggie asks.
"Shhh," Lucy chastises and Meggie’s eyes go wide. She nods and presses her lips closed.
What I’d give to be able to laugh right now.
When the elevator doors open, no one moves. They all look at each other. I move forward with Sera and everyone follows. They let out a gasp when they enter the dark room.
"Holy shit! This is kick ass!" Xander exclaims.
"Whoa," Ben mutters.
"Fuck me," Kennedy says, gaping.
Jace and Ethan stand there, mouths hanging open, and Jesse throws me an amused look.
Trace and Meggie start forward while Spenser and the girls veer to the left.
Everyone goes their different ways around the BFD "control room" filled with marketing merchandise, musical equipment, salon and makeup items, as well as electronic items and devices. The best part: we designed the room to look like a cave.
Sera looks up at me.
"What’s wrong?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "Thank you for doing this, putting this together for everyone, but one day you’re going to have to turn the key to the right instead of the left and take me upstairs."
I lift a brow. "Saw that, did you?"
She nods. "I really do think I have a right to know if my husband is Batman."
I chuckle. "Baby, I’m not Batman. I’m a lot of things, but Batman isn’t one of them."
She nods. "I still want to see."
"You’re going to be disappointed to find that it merely leads up to a penthouse suite where I entertain clients," I whisper in her ear.
"And the other floor? The one below this one?" she asks and I lift a brow.
"You're too smart for your own good."
She smirks.
I look around and everyone else is distracted. "Come," I say and lead her to the elevator, turning the key one-quarter rotation to the right and we go down.
When the doors slide open she gasps. This room is underground, so it is cave-like. It's also filled with weapons. Guns, knives, grenades, rocket launchers, and more.
"Holy smokes," she whispers.
"You see why I can't show the others," I say.
She nods. "Whoa."
"This is our most lucrative part of the business."
"Please tell me you don't deal with terrorist groups like ISIS."
"Fuck no. They may be terrorists but they're also bullies and that makes them cowards. If they didn't have the numbers they have and the weapons they have, they'd still be cowering in some fucking cave somewhere," I tell her with every ounce of disdain I can muster.
"Good."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Fee, but I'm not Batman."
"I’m not disappointed," she tells me.
"No?"
She shakes her head. "Nope. I love all the things you are."
"Me too. Want to know the thing I like being most?" I ask her, kissing her behind her ear.
She nods.
"I like being the man you love. The man you wake up to every morning and go to sleep with every night. The man who loves you with everything he has, trusts you with his heart knowing you’ll take great care with it. The man who you trust completely. The man you allow control. The man you have to always be touching. The man you dream of. The man who fills your heart. The man who pleasures you. The man who would die for you," I tell her, pressing my lips to hers. "The thing I like being most, my Fee, is your husband."
She smile
s at me. "I was really hoping you were going to say that."
"Always and forever yours Fee," I tell her, as she twists my wedding band on my finger.
She smiles up at me, then cups my face in her hands, my heart beating faster when she does, love overflowing when she looks deeply into my eyes and whispers, "Only ever you."
It’s time to go back on tour...
Interlude, Rockstar #4, more Jesse and Lucy.
Coming April 12th, 2015
Continue reading to find sample chapters from some pretty amazing other authors as well as the free story: A Very Xander Christmas (Rockstar #2.5)
This section is always the hardest to write—probably because it's the most important. I always feel like I'm forgetting someone and if I do, I am so sorry.
I'd like to thank my personal assistant and best friend, Janelle Schindler, for always having my back, never balking at any task, and for being my own personal Superwoman.
To Nicole Bailey, editor extraordinaire and best friend- My greatest thanks to you for being so amazing, doing whatever needs to be done to make sure I get the book out on time (even when I miss my deadline!), for not losing your mind over the millions of characters in this series, and for always, always being so lovely.
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