Chapter 27
27
Silas
The alarm on my phone woke me, but my body didn’t want to move. I forced my eyes open and turned my head to see Cash still lying beside me, the sheet bunched around his waist. The sight reminded me of what we’d been up to before we had both crashed for a bit.
Due to a late start getting out of Phoenix the day before and an accident on the interstate, we didn’t roll into Salt Lake City until well after midnight. We’d barely crawled into bed, helped each other get off, and then fell asleep.
Of course, the late night didn’t change our schedule for the day. After a late breakfast with everyone, we met with Rina to discuss the details for a special meet and greet session hosted by a local radio station, which would be held this afternoon instead of after the concert. After we finished with her, Cash and I went back to our hotel room, made out a little, and grabbed a nap.
“Is it really time to get up already?” Cash groaned as I turned off the alarm .
“Yeah, and Rina will kick my ass if I’m late to the meet and greet.” I climbed out of bed and reached for my jeans on the floor.
“No kidding. From what I’ve seen, she’s awesome at her job, but after only a week of watching her in action, I wouldn’t want to piss her off.”
I chuckled. “It takes a badass woman to keep four rock stars in line. Honestly, I think all of us are a little afraid of her. So, let’s get a move on.”
My bandmates and I were set up under a canopy with misters in the parking lot of the venue we’d be playing at later that night, and we could hear the DJ from the radio station address the crowd lined up just outside.
We sat behind two tables pushed together, with Malachi and Jesse seated on my right, and Elliott and Savannah in the two seats to my left. Rina had also brought in a couple of chairs for Olivia and Cash so they could sit just behind us.
We heard cheers erupt outside, and I picked up one of the Sharpies.
“Let’s do this,” Malachi said as our fans entered the tent.
At the front was a group of women wearing Surrender T-shirts they had cut and modified to show off as much skin as possible. Malachi began signing the items they handed over, but it quickly became clear they were looking for more than an autograph.
“What are you guys doing after this?” one of them asked.
“If you don’t have any plans, maybe we could all get together,” another added.
Malachi smiled. “Sorry, ladies. I’ll be hanging out with my boyfriend.”
“What about you?” The first one turned her attention to Jesse.
I glanced at Olivia, who had stopped chatting with Cash and was watching the women talking to Jesse. Olivia’s gaze met mine, and she rolled her eyes while shaking her head. She’d been around us since the very beginning and had years of experience dealing with groupies hitting on her man. In all the time they’d been together, I’d never seen Jesse ever tempted to step out on her, so she’d never had anything to worry about.
“Like Malachi, I’ll be with my fiancée this evening,” Jesse replied.
She huffed and looked at me. “You’ll hang out with us, right, Silas?”
My gaze flicked to Cash, but his expression didn’t give anything away. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen women approach me before; it happened at every meet and greet. Hell, it had happened when we were at the ski lodge after we’d first met. But I wondered how he felt now since we were messing around.
“As fun as that sounds, I’ve got some stuff to do before the show.” I flashed them a grin to soften the rejection.
“What about after?”
These women were relentless.
Wanting to make it clear I wasn’t interested and not give them another opening, I said, “Afraid that won’t work, but enjoy the show.”
They moved on to Elliott and I watched to see Savannah’s reaction, but she was dealing with a group of guys who had bypassed us and made a beeline for her end of the table.
I couldn’t help but laugh to myself at how much things had changed. Not long ago, Malachi, Elliott, and I would’ve had a hard time turning down an offer to hang out with a group of fans looking for a good time. But now? Elliott had Savannah, Malachi was in love with Jasper, and I only wanted one person in my bed.
After sound check, we sat near the bus, finishing up the burgers, potato salad, and fresh fruit Jasper and his assistant Garrett had put together for dinner.
Elliott lifted his bottle of beer and used it to gesture toward me. “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised.”
I lifted a brow. “By what? ”
He took a sip and then smiled. “You’ve turned down every woman who has flirted with you since we’ve gotten back on the road.”
I shrugged. “Hooking up isn’t really on my radar right now.”
Malachi coughed, and my eyes narrowed on him when I noticed him smirking at me.
“Sorry, wrong pipe,” he said.
Cash hadn’t looked up from his phone, and I wondered if he was purposely avoiding our conversation or so engrossed in whatever he was looking at that he had no idea what we were talking about.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed, and it became clear he was listening.
You’re such a liar :)
I grunted a laugh and put my phone down.
A few minutes later, Rina announced it was time to head inside to prepare for the show.
Cash got up and began walking toward the bus.
“Where are you going?” I asked as he passed me.
“I’ve got to grab my pass. I left it in my backpack.”
Everyone else started moving toward the theater, but I turned around.
“You coming, Silas?” Malachi called out.
I looked over my shoulder. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”
He cocked a brow but didn’t say anything else. He already suspected I was interested in Cash, so I needed to remember to be a little more careful, but that didn’t stop me from climbing the stairs of the bus behind Cash.
Cash stood next to his bunk, his back to me. Knowing we were alone, I wrapped my arms around him.
“What are you doing?” he asked but made no effort to pull away.
“I was thinking about your text.” I pressed my lips to his neck.
“What about it?”
“You were right.” I slid my hands down and toyed with the waistband of his jeans. “I am a liar because all I can think about is sex, but with you.”
His breath hitched. “Go get ready for your show.”
At first, I thought he was rejecting the idea altogether, but when he spun around, the heat in his bright blue eyes was undeniable.
Tonight was going to be fun.
Performing was what I lived for, but all I could think about after every song was how I was one step closer to getting back to my room.
Since we’d done the meet and greet before the show, we had no reason to stick around the venue after we stepped off the stage. Our group piled onto the bus, and the ten-minute drive to the hotel felt as though it took forever.
Cash sat across from me at the small dining table, his smirk growing as my fingers drummed against the tabletop. Judging by the look on his face, he was thinking what I was thinking, and there was little doubt he enjoyed watching how impatient I was.
Once the bus stopped, we walked straight toward the elevators, but Cash stopped before we stepped inside.
“I’ll meet you upstairs,” he said.
“Everything okay?”
He nodded. “Yep. I just need to grab something real quick.”
I nodded and continued up to our room. The second I was inside, I peeled off my T-shirt and jeans and headed for the shower.
When I came out with my towel around my waist, I found Cash lying on his bed, watching me with a mischievous grin.
“Did you get whatever you needed?” I asked, curious about what was so important that it kept him from following me to our room.
He stood and strode across the room. “I did.”
When he reached me, he wrapped a hand around my neck and captured my lips. Damn, I could get on board with an aggressive Cash .
My tongue explored his mouth as his hand drifted down and cupped my dick over my towel.
“I couldn’t stop imagining this moment the entire time I watched you on stage tonight,” he admitted when we eventually broke the kiss.
I lifted his T-shirt over his head and ran my hands across his smooth chest. “And what exactly were you imagining?”
He spun us around and started backing me up toward the bed. When my legs bumped into the mattress, he pushed me down and crawled over me. “First, I pictured myself sucking you, and then when I got you worked up, I’d fuck you until we both came.”
A shudder wracked through my body, but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him a little. “Oh, so you’re fucking me? And here I thought being fucked by a rock star was everyone’s fantasy.”
He pulled back a bit. “Well?—”
“I’m just messing with you.” I pushed up onto my elbows and grazed my teeth along his jawline. “When I said I couldn’t stop thinking about sex with you, I thought about it in every possible way. So, I’m totally on board with your plan.”
His eyes darkened with desire. “Every possible way, huh? Sounds like we can have a lot of fun with that.” He ripped the towel away from me. “Now, lay back.”
I was about to make a joke about how bossy he sounded, but words escaped me when he moved down between my legs. He wrapped his hand around my base and licked up the length of my shaft, eliciting a groan from me. Every time he touched me, it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and this time was no different.
He swirled his tongue around my tip before taking me into his mouth. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair as he bobbed up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I fought against the urge to buck my hips.
He hummed in response, and the vibration was almost enough to send me over the edge. He continued to suck me until I was convinced I was about to blow my load. He must have been able to tell I was close because he pulled back with an audible pop.
“I only want you to come when I’m buried in your ass.”
“Someone has some confidence in their skills,” I teased. “I’m assuming you’ve done this before?”
Bringing up past experiences was a little awkward, but since I was going to be on the receiving end of things, I was hopeful he was at least knowledgeable on how to make it good for someone.
He nodded. “I have.”
“What about condoms and lube?” I asked, suddenly remembering I hadn’t packed anything for the tour because I had planned to remain celibate.
He stood and snagged the paper bag I hadn’t noticed on his bed. “That’s what I needed to get before coming up here.”
I flashed him a grin. “Glad one of us was thinking clearly.”
He climbed back onto my bed, trailing his hands up and down my thighs. “So, how do you want to do this?”
I thought of one position that might be easiest while we figured things out. After flipping onto my hands and knees, I glanced over my shoulder. “How about this?”
His eyes flared. “That’s perfect.”
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and removed the rest of his clothing. As he grabbed the bottle of lube and flipped the cap open, I watched him as he poured the slick substance onto his fingers.
“Spread your legs for me,” he instructed.
I did as he said and lowered to my forearms, lifting my ass a little higher for him. He circled my rim with his fingers, teasing me a bit before slowly pushing one inside of me. The burning sensation caused my body to tense a little.
“Relax,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ve got you.”
He continued to work me open with gentle strokes, and I felt the tension leave my body slowly.
“Can you take another finger?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
When he added a second digit, I hissed at the tight stretch, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as he curled his fingers inside me.
I’d heard the rumors about the overwhelming sensations that prostate stimulation could provide, and with just the slightest brush from Cash’s finger, I was convinced they were true.
“Oh god,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “Please fuck me.”
“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, ripping open the box of condoms and pulling out a foil packet.
“Yes.” My cock was leaking pre-cum onto the comforter below, and I was desperate to stroke myself, but I wanted to wait until he was inside me.
The bed dipped as he positioned himself behind me, and soon I felt the head of his dick pressing against my hole.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He pushed forward.
The stretch was more intense than when he’d used his fingers, but I breathed through it and focused on allowing him to sink deeper.
When he was fully seated, he paused and trailed his hands up and down my sides. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move, please,” I urged. “I want to feel you.”
He started with slow, shallow thrusts that felt like the best type of torture, but I wanted more.
“Harder,” I begged. “Give me more.”
He gripped my hips and picked up the pace, hitting that perfect spot again. I reached down and fisted my cock, stroking it in time with his movements.
“Fuck! I’m so close,” I shouted, not caring if the people in the rooms on either side of us could hear.
“Me too, baby,” he growled.
My orgasm ripped through me, and with a loud moan, I exploded all over my hand.
A second later, Cash groaned in my ear. “I’m coming too.”
Neither of us moved as we both attempted to catch our breath. Then Cash pulled out slowly and went to deal with the condom.
I followed him to the bathroom and reached past him to turn on the water. As steam filled the small room, I tugged him closer. “Looks like I need another shower, but this time, you can wash my back.”