Chapter 3
Nick
Elsa has the most amazing ass I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And I tell her regularly. She usually hushes me, but always has a smile on her face.
She moans as I run my lips up the back of her thighs and over that ass, giving it a squeeze as I go.
I get up on my knees and stroke my cock. It’s hard as a rock. Elsa looks over her shoulder at me. Her blue eyes laced with lust, a brow arched, as if to ask, what the hell are you waiting for?
Neither of us has anywhere to be today, and I’m making the most of it. I can already tell Adam is gearing up to head back to BreakNeck mode.
He’s spent a lot of time at Jasper and Kono’s studio. He’s not asked us to join him, but it’s usually a precursor to him wanting things to pick up.
Plus, Bianca has been on everyone’s case about another album. It’s due to be fair.
But first, Elsa lifts her hips a little, raising that biteable ass towards me. I nudge her legs wide and move in between them. Her long blonde hair almost reaches her ass, the curls falling over her spine. I wrap it around my fist, though I don’t pull.
Every day I wake up to her, I’m grateful she gave me a second chance. I don’t know where I’d be without her.
I’d watched my friends falling for their women and figured we were reaching an age where this was going to happen, but I hadn’t felt ready for it. Until Elsa walked back into my life.
I’ve already kissed her senseless, massaged her to within an inch of her life until she was like putty in my hands. Then I turned her over, giving her back the same treatment. She’s more than ready for me when I lift her hips higher and plunge into her. Both of us moan as I hold still, I rammed to the hilt and want to let her adjust.
“Nick, that feels good,” she tells me.
I lean over her, grabbing her tits, using my leg muscles to keep my balance.
“Move,” she begs, making me laugh into the soft skin of her neck.
Then I give her what she wants. I fuck her slowly at first, then she pushes back like she’s challenging me. I straighten up and grab her hips, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Her moans are music to my ears.
We have a corner apartment. Our bedroom has a wall of windows on both sides. No one can hear the noises I make Elsa cry out.
I moved out of my place with Arch earlier this year. Getting Elsa to leave the West coast was the real problem. For months we’d done long distance. It wasn’t too much of a hardship, given I could fly to her whenever I wanted. Hopping a flight whenever I need to is easier than hailing a cab in New York sometimes.
She started to get more work in New York. I worked on her till she agreed to a ‘trial’ in the city.
And now, here she is, in my bed, every day. Her clothes and make-up are everywhere . I don’t mind, because I get to do this whenever I want.
I fuck her until there is a nice sheen of sweat on the sun kissed skin of her back, then pull out and roll her over. She opens her arms and I move on top of her, sliding back in and kissing her. Elsa knows I love watching her when she comes.
Her nails rake into my shoulders. They’ll leave marks, but that is fine by me. I prop myself up as I thrust, watching the pure ecstasy on her face.
“You gonna come, Sunshine?”
“Yes,” she moans, her eyes closing, then popping open when I pinch her nipple.
“Eyes here,” I remind her.
“Oh fuck,” she cries as I up the pace.
I grin at her as my balls tighten. I’ll be fucked if I come before her. Even though I’ve already given her two orgasms before this started. I wait for the right moment, pinch her clit between us and she goes off like a rocket, her legs strangling my hips, her pussy doing the same to my cock. I come hard with a roar, mingled in with her throaty feminine cries.
Then I drop on her and she laughs, her fingers trailing up and down my shoulders.
“I’m hungry,” she says.
“Seriously? That’s all you have to say.”
“I need sustenance,” she replies.
“Give me a few and I’ll feed you this,” I thrust my still half hard cock, and she groans.
“Proper food, please?” she asks. I look at her smiling face. She’s like sunshine and sea air, a taste of California brought with her from her home state.
“You want me to cook?”
“God no,” she laughs. “There are leftovers in the fridge. You just need to warm them.”
“Dinner for breakfast, I like it,” I kiss her nose, then pull out.
We’ve forgone condoms for a while now. She’s on the pill and takes it without fail and we both got tested, even though I trust her implicitly. It was more for her benefit, to assure her I am serious about this relationship.
I help her up and take her to the bathroom, but she pushes me out, telling me she needs to pee. I arch a brow.
“Nick, I love you, I do, but you’re not watching me pee. Go get me food.”
“Yes ma’am,” I laugh.
I had no intention of watching her pee. I was hoping she’d hop straight into the shower so I could join her. I grab some pajama pants from the chair by the window and step into them, looking out over New York.
It’s still a weird feeling to live here. After living in LA for ten years, waking up to the busy city is a shock to the system. The clear blue skies and the warmth coming through the coated windows has me smiling. I hear the toilet flush and the shower start.
“Food!”
“Christ,” I mutter. “I’m going,” I yell back to her.
Padding through the apartment, I find the leftovers she was referring to and open the box, giving it a sniff, Chinese.
There’s no law that says you gotta have pancakes in the morning. I grin, I love how easy going she is, that she can suggest dinner for breakfast, or driving out of the city on a moment’s notice to go hiking, because you can’t hike proper in the city.
Everyone always says I’m the laid back one of the group, the silent one who goes with the flow. It’s true, but a more adventurous side is coming out with Elsa around.
I heat the food and set the table as she breezes in, wearing a white summer dress that’s baggy around her slim figure. There are a number of necklaces layered around her neck and she has her bangles on. My little hippy chick. Her hair is tied up in a raggedy-looking knot, but it works on her.
“Mmm,” she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses my shoulder before taking a seat, pulling her legs up and crossing them. No one else I know sits at the dining table like that. She sometimes does it when we’re out in public.
Elsa picks at her food while scrolling on her phone. I’ve never been big on social media. I leave that to Hannah, our PR person or Jordan.
He’s forever doing something on Instagram. I don’t think a day goes by when he doesn’t post at least half a dozen pics and one video. No clue where he finds time to come up with it all.
As part of her job, social media is a big thing for Elsa. She has a huge following in the make-up world. Plus, she needs to keep up with the latest trends and fads. It’s all Greek to me, but given it’s a part of her job, I’m not concerned when she does it. She sets her phone aside to drink and eat, giving me all of her focus.
“Dad and Tommy are coming to the city,” she tells me, gnawing on a rib.
I’m almost tempted to offer to lick her fingers. It’s rare her dad and his partner come out here.
“Yeah?”
“I know,” she sits forward. “Miracle of miracles, right?”
“What’s the occasion?”
“Tommy is turning fifty. Dad wants to do something different.”
“Coming to New York? Has he run it by Tom?”
Elsa’s dad, Walter lives in a camper van and moves all around the West Coast. He met his partner on one such trip and he joined him on his travels, then never left. That’s how Walter likes to tell it, anyway.
I love Elsa’s dad. He’s fun, easy-going, liked me from the start, which is always a help when meeting your girl’s parent. Loving our music helped too. Tommy is perfect for him, they’re two peas in a pod, relishing their life on the road.
I found it hard to believe Walter was ever married to Elsa’s mom. She lives in a Beverley Hills mansion with her new husband and three step-kids. And she can’t stand me. I think that is more to do with who my father is and that I have no relationship with him, he’s an old friend of Elsa’s parents.
Whatever her reasons, that shit is no fun when we do go visit. Luckily, Elsa has always been closer to her dad, and very rarely sees her mom.
“I asked the same, and he said yes, he’s happy about it. I know it’s not their vibe, but who am I to argue?” she smiles. “I’m already thinking of all the fun things we can get up to.”
“Sounds good, when?”
“Next month. His birthday is on the eighteenth.”
I nod. I’ll have to remember to ask Janie my assistant to add it to my calendar. Elsa will make sure I don’t forget. I want to make sure no band commitments go in on that day. One thing we’ve all been doing is ensuring we get our private time.
After breakfast, I wash up, then get my laptop to read the news. I stay up to date with current affairs. The sphere around me and my band isn’t the only thing going on.
There is a story about Red Alert that makes me frown.
We’ve gotten close to the band, especially after Jordan and Alessa got together and we all record at the same studio. We’ve toured together a few times, too. I’m not sure for how much longer. They’re becoming a headliner in their own right, and don’t need to be a support act.
I click into the news story and curse.
“What?” Elsa looks up from her own laptop.
“Riley.”
Her nose scrunches. “What has she done now?” She unfolds herself from the chair and comes to stand behind the sofa, reading over my shoulder. “Is she serious?”
“Looks like,” I say.
It isn’t a very reputable site but they’re reporting a tell-all interview about the inner workings of Red Alert and how it all fell apart. Which it hasn’t. She’s just no longer a part of it.
“Didn’t she cheat on Nash?”
I nod. I hate any talk of cheating. Our wires were crossed three years ago. Elsa still got hurt seeing me with another woman. I rub the back of my head, trying not to let the discomfort show. Her hand comes down and squeezes my shoulder. She doesn’t say anything, continuing to read the story, but it’s enough to reassure me.
“What a bitch,” she says, straightening up. “Why can’t she just leave it alone?”
“She feels hard done by,” I point out. “It was her band, too. She was there from the start.”
“But it’s her own fault she got kicked out.”
“She left of her own free will.”
“Then the press will kick her ass,” she shakes her head. “Silly girl.”
I smile at how she can go from calling her a bitch to a silly girl.
“Do you think Jordan knows?”
I shrug. Half the time Jordan is off in la la land, but I guess it will affect Alessa, so maybe he does.
“You should call him.”
I frown. Yeah, he’s one of my best friends, but we don’t go running to each other at the slightest hiccup.
If he needs to talk, he’ll find us. That’s just the way we work. Unless we’re doing something fucking stupid, then the whole band gangs up on you. Most of the time, it’s Jordan doing something stupid.
“He’ll find out soon, if he hasn’t already. He doesn’t need me calling him.”
“You men,” she says, going back to her table. “He might need your support. I’ll call Alessa,” she adds.
“Leave it, for now. It’s a band thing.”
She pouts but goes back to her work. Elsa gets what I mean. She comes to all our parties and gigs, and I always let her know of any shows or press we’re doing, but stuff like this, especially when it’s not our band, we’re best steering clear of.
Closing the laptop on that negativity, I stand and stretch, feeling like going for a swim. There is a gym and pool in the basement of the apartment building. I ask Elsa to join but she’s busy, so I leave her to it, reluctantly.
I grab my gear and am about to leave when my phone rings. I glance at the screen, it’s Adam.
“Yo,” I greet him.
“Have you got a card off Jordan?”
“Like a birthday card?” I ask.
“It’s not your birthday, is it?”
“Nope,” I say with a grin and head out.
“He’s sent us all the same thing, well, me and Arch, maybe he hasn’t sent you one.”
“Like mailed it?” I hit the button for the elevator.
“Yeah.”
I laugh. Jordan lives opposite Adam and Jenna. A fact which pisses Adam off. He took the spare key back off Jordan when he and Jen got married, because the asshole kept letting himself in. We’d heard enough stories of them getting up and finding him helping himself to their food.
“I’ll have one,” I say. “He loves me the most.”
“Yeah, well, you can get hold of him and find out what the hell it’s about cos he’s not answering our calls. Jenna tried Alessa too, but she’s not answering.”
The elevator arrives and I get on, pressing the ground floor button instead of the basement. The concierge could send up the mail, but I’m going past, so might as well grab it.
“Speaking of Alessa, have you seen the news this morning?”
“How can you change the subject when I’m telling you he’s pulling one of his hairbrained stunts?”
“Riley has gone to the press offering a tell-all on Red Alert.”
“Shit, really?”
“It’s gonna be a live TV interview. I’m sure their team will be all over it.”
“That’s fucked up. Nash’ll hit the roof, especially if it affects Tia.”
I nod. He’s protective of his girlfriend. We’ve met a number of times. I like her, and Elsa and Jenna became fast friends with her. Alessa gave her a hard time at first. Even though she’s abrupt, hard and very set in her ways, Alessa is one of my best friends, we hit it off well before she let Jordan near her.
The elevator opens into the main lobby, and I go to the small office and ask for my mail, assuring them I’m not angry that it’s late, just know there is something I need to grab.
“Anyway, Jordan,” Adam says into my ear. He’s stayed on the phone the whole time I’ve been talking.
I take my mail and see the gold envelope addressed to us. “Got it, hah,” I tell him.
“Prick. Read it and call me back.”
I peel open the envelope after putting my swim stuff down and pull out a card. It’s black and plain on the front. I turn it over and look at the writing. I can tell it’s Alessa’s, it’s all hard lines and slanted to the right, she’s left-handed. I read it over and laugh. I head back to the elevator to tell Elsa.
She’ll fucking love this.