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Annabelle
Now
I ’m more than a little nervous to join Hayes at the after-party.
He’s promised me that there won’t be any press at the party, but I still worry about it.
But I worry more about not showing up to support him, especially after he’s shown up for me every single day in every single way.
So, I set aside my fears and press the up arrow on the penthouse elevator to head to the rooftop deck.
My hands tug on the skirt of the tight dress I’m wearing, and I fluff my hair one last time before stepping out.
The band had a tent erected for added privacy and warmth, since it’s frigidly cold in Nashville in early February.
But between the tent and all the space heaters, not to mention the free-flowing alcohol, I expect I’ll warm up quickly .
As soon as I see Hayes lounging on a couch, my nerves evaporate. The smile that lights up his face when he sees me sends a jolt of electric happiness down to my core. He stands and strides toward me, wrapping me in his arms.
“About fucking time you showed up, Yankee,” he mumbles into my hair.
“I had to keep you waiting to build anticipation, Hayes.”
“Consider the anticipation built. Can we leave now?”
With a laugh, I swat his chest. “No! We cannot leave yet. You need to celebrate your accomplishment with the guys.” Sliding my hands up to cradle his face, I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. “I’m proud of you, Hayes. The album is beautiful.”
“So, you finally listened to it?” He aims that sexy, uneven smile at me, and like always, it makes me want to drop my panties.
“Yes, I did, and…” I shrug with a playful grin. “I didn’t hate it.”
“High praise coming from you. You better stop doling out the compliments or else my head might explode,” he teases.
Standing on my tiptoes, I whisper in his ear, “Oh, your head’s going to explode. Later. In my pussy.”
“Goddamn, Annabelle. You cannot say that kind of shit and then make me stay at this party,” he growls, his fingers flexing on my hip.
“Anna! You made it,” a slightly intoxicated Josh cries out, prying me out of Hayes’ embrace to give me a quick hug.
And just like that, I get swallowed up into the melee, greeting the rest of the band and getting introduced to the others at the party.
Bailey tugs me over to a seating area, and we spend the next little while catching up since I haven’t seen her since we had lunch.
Hayes brings me a glass of champagne and settles on the chair next to mine.
He looks happy and relaxed, and I feel the same.
I stroke his knee, giving him a squeeze and shooting him a smile.
He laces his fingers through mine and places our conjoined hands atop my thigh.
When Bailey gets up to check on Rowdy, Hayes’ hand begins a slow ascent up my leg until his pinky hits the apex of my thighs.
After a week without his touch, I crave it.
But when James slips into the chair Bailey vacated, I take a breath and convince myself to be patient a little while longer. So, I cross my legs to dislodge Hayes’ hand and aim a threatening glare his way. He just smirks that addictive, lopsided smile and keeps up the conversation with James.
Setting down my champagne flute, I excuse myself to find the ladies’ room.
After finishing my business and washing my hands, I open my clutch, pulling out my lipstick.
Swiping the bold red over my lips, I smile at my reflection in the mirror.
Like the champagne that I’ve been drinking, I feel effervescent, bubbly and light.
As I exit the restroom, Hayes pounces. Before the door has time to swing shut behind me, he pushes me against the brick wall of the secluded hallway, trapping me with his body.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, Annabelle,” he whispers, running his nose across my cheek before softly kissing my temple.
His lips move across my skin as he continues his whispered torment.
“Each time you cross and uncross your legs, your dress hitches up higher and higher on your thigh. Each time you lean over to pick up your glass, your tits nearly pop out of that scrap of fabric you call a dress. And all I want to do is throw you over my shoulder and take you out of here.” He pauses, his breath hot on my neck.
“Or I could spread you out atop one of the tables.” His fingers toy with the bottom hem of my short dress.
“I could push this up to your waist and bury my face between your legs. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? ”
I moan and lift one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist to hold him to me. I can feel his erection twitching against my abdomen. He’s as worked up and needy as I am. My head thumps back against the brick wall as Hayes moves to kiss my neck, swirling his tongue against my skin.
“Is it time to leave yet, Yankee?”
“God, yes,” I pant. Dropping my foot from his waist, I stand on shaky legs as we blurt out our goodbyes and run to the elevator.
And as soon as we make it into the condo, we’re all over each other. We don’t even make it past the living room. Between sloppy kisses, and with hurried hands, Hayes undresses us both. My skimpy dress, which prevented me from wearing a bra, makes this an effortless task.
When I lift my foot to slide off my heels, he stops me. “Leave them on.”
So, I do. Standing in only my stilettos, Hayes warms me from the back. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and lowers his mouth to my neck. His stubble sends a shiver down my spine as he whispers, “I have an idea. Something I think you’ll like. Do you trust me?”
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I nod. Eagerly. The blood rushing through my veins grows hotter.
Hayes’ hands fall to my hips in a bruising grip. Pushing me forward, one step at a time, until my naked front hits the chilled glass of his condo windows. My nipples harden into little diamonds as a gasp lodges in my throat.
“Hands on the glass, Yankee.”
Complying without a second of hesitation, I stand naked, pressed against the darkened floor-to-ceiling window, sixteen stories above downtown Nashville. Totally exposed.
And totally exhilarated.
I should hate the idea that anyone on the street below could look up and see me… but I don’t. If anything, it makes the pulsing between my thighs intensify .
Hayes reaches around my front, swiping his fingers through my slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans, his gravelly voice an octave deeper than usual. “You love this, don’t you? You love the idea that someone might look up here and see you.”
“Yes,” I whimper, tilting my hips to grind my ass against his erection.
“God, I’ve been thinking about this all night. About taking you against the window. About making you come on my cock for everyone to see.” Toying with me, Hayes continues touching me. His hands roam over my body, never stopping anywhere for long.
Cupping my breasts. Pinching my nipples. Caressing my clit.
He’s driving me insane with want.
“Please, Hayes. I need more,” I plead, my arousal dripping down my thighs.
Palming my ass, he spreads my cheeks apart, the air hitting my wetness and sending a shiver down my spine. Kneeling behind me, Hayes licks me from my clit, down my center with his flattened tongue.
With his tongue and mouth, he plays with my clit, flicking and sucking it, while his thick fingers pump into my drenched slit. The noisy squelching sounds of my arousal fill the air as I pant.
My head thrashes from side to side, fighting my impending orgasm as the muscles in my legs quiver. But with the pressure growing, I can’t hold it off.
My slippery hands slide against the window, grasping for leverage as my head spins. Then a keening sound spills from my mouth as my eyes slam closed, and stars burst behind my eyelids.
When I come, he spears his tongue inside me, fucking me with it and drawing out the sensations coursing through me.
“Fuck, baby. I could feel you squeezing my tongue when you came. ”
I lift my head to watch him in the window’s reflection. He stands slowly, his eyes tracking up my naked body. The skin around his mouth glistens with my juices. When he peppers my neck with kisses, I feel the wetness.
He grips my waist, pulling my hips back. Then, he pushes into me, the intrusion of his thick cock stretching me to my limits.
It’s overwhelming. It’s too much. But I’ll never get enough.
Hayes sets a perfectly punishing rhythm. With each brutal thrust, my upper body gets smashed against the window. The synergy of the cold glass and my heated body heightens all of my senses. Arousal curls tighter and tighter as Hayes’ name echoes off my tongue.
When he circles my clit with his fingers, my pleasure splinters, sending shockwaves through every inch of my body. I squeeze him as hard as I can while writhing against him. With a snarl, Hayes erupts, pumping as he fills me.
Winding his arms around my torso, he pulls me away from the window. Kissing my neck, he turns me in his arms, holding me up, so I relax, slumping against him as I catch my breath.
“Fuck, Yankee. It just gets better each time.”
I don’t feel the need to reply because it’s so obviously true.
He kisses me, long and slow. I taste myself on him, and I suck his tongue into my mouth. Our mouths fuse together as his dick, wet from the mixture of our cum, hardens against my abdomen.
He grips my leg and lifts it to rest over his forearm, opening me up to him, and then he slides back in. My body, still sensitive from my previous two orgasms, responds immediately, undulating around him.
I groan and meet his thrusts as he fucks me slowly. Dragging his swollen cock out of me so that I feel every ridge and every vein, before he rams it back inside me, hitting that spot that makes my eyes roll back .
“I love feeling your cunt clamp down on me,” he growls, picking up his tempo as he kisses me again.
Pleasure hums through me as I cry out. He pushes in deep, jerking inside me as he comes. Throughout our climaxes, Hayes doesn’t break eye contact with me, and it feels so intimate, like he’s ripped me open and I’ve bared my soul to him.
“God, I love you, Annabelle,” he whispers, his lips swollen from kissing me.
“I love you, too.”
But now that the high from my orgasm is dissipating, I want to back away from the window. Being naked where someone could see me now feels vulnerable.
“Hayes, that was…”
“Hot,” Hayes supplies, nibbling my neck. “Fucking hot.”
“Foolhardy. What if someone saw? What if someone knows you live on the top floor?”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “The windows are made of privacy glass. We can see out, but no one can see in.” His hand slides into my hair, steering my face up. “You’re mine, and I protect what’s mine, baby.”
“Oh, okay,” I take a sigh of relief. “We can work this into our regular rotation, then.”
Another new kink unlocked. First lumberjacks, and now exhibitionism.
What is Hayes doing to me?
I don’t know, but I hope he never stops.