Chapter 25
Brayden
Usually the day after a concert was my time to recharge, and I did that by being alone.
I liked to stay in the suite of whatever hotel I was at, mentally go through the routine for the next concert and doing the workout my fitness trainer had designed especially for the tour—a mix of movements that encouraged muscle relaxation.
The guys sometimes went out exploring the city, but I’d never been interested in anything except preparing for the next performance.
But right now, I had Isabelle on my mind. She was asleep when I arrived last night, and I didn’t want to wake her up. She needed the rest, and so did I. Now, however, I was in top shape. We only had a few hours to ourselves before traveling to Orlando, and I wanted to make the most of them.
She was sleeping on one side, pressing that perfect ass against my cock. Her naked ass. It’d been driving me crazy since last night.
Moving the covers away, I skimmed my hand on her upper thigh, then her waist. She shimmied against me, and I had to laugh.
“This is an easy way to wake you up,” I said.
She turned around to me as her face morphed into something between a yawn and a smile. It was very cute.
“I fell asleep last night, didn’t I?”
“Yeah you did. I wanted to wake you up, then felt guilty even thinking about it.”
“But now you’re not feeling guilty, judging by this.” She gripped my cock, squeezing it once. An unexpected shock of pleasure ripped through me. I tilted my hips forward into her clenched hand.
“I like your no-pajamas rule,” I said. I rolled her over the next second so my cock was pressing against her belly.
“Wait a second, I want to take something from the drawer,” she said.
I moved only enough to allow her to get what she needed, thinking she was going to take out a condom.
Instead, she took out two pills.
“Mints,” she said.
My mind went blank. “What?”
“You know. For morning breath. I foresaw a lot of napping and waking up shenanigans and planned accordingly.”
Only Isabelle.
“I want to wake up like this every morning,” I said.
She stroked my erection, making me lose my train of thought for a second there. “You mean with a mint?”
“No, I mean next to you. Move in with me when we get back to New York.”
She blinked rapidly, pushing herself on her elbows. “Wow. You mean during your time off between tours?”
My muscles clenched. Was this her way of telling me she didn’t want us to live together?
“No, I mean permanently.”
Her mouth popped open. I swear to God the next seconds lasted a century.
“Okay. But on one condition.”
“Whatever you want.” My body nearly buckled in relief.
“We make the no-pajamas rule permanent too.”
“Fuck yes. I love you, Isabelle.”
“I love you too.”
I kissed her so hard that I was afraid I’d bruise her lips. I craved this woman. I needed her, and I liked that. I used to see that kind of vulnerability as a weakness, but not anymore. It felt fucking amazing. Like we were part of each other, and being together only made us stronger.
She stroked my cock again, drawing her thumb over the tip.
Groaning, I pushed my hips back and forth, needing the friction.
But I needed to please her more. I braced my weight on one forearm and my knees and calves.
I kissed her again, this time slowly, savoring her.
I parted her thighs wide with my legs, pushing a hand between us.
She moaned when the tips of my fingers brushed her clit, but I didn’t give her what she wanted yet.
I moved my fingers down her right inner thigh, then her left one before touching her belly again, all the while kissing her.
I could feel her need for me intensifying in the way she kissed me back.
I gave her a little more, brushing my fingers against her clit again, this time applying pressure.
She whimpered against my mouth. I stroked two fingers down her opening and nearly lost it feeling how wet she was.
Her whole body shuddered as her breath caught. She broke off the kiss.
“Pleaaase touch me more. I need more,” she whispered, looking between us.
I pinched her clit between two fingers. Isabelle tried to close her thighs, but I kept them in place.
“No. I want you spread open like this for me.”
I touched her again, but this time with my cock, drawing the tip from her opening up to her clit. Her right leg spasmed.
“Just like this,” I said. “At my mercy. You’re mine to touch, Isabelle. To please. To kiss.”
She drew one hand through her fiery red hair, tugging at it. Watching her so desperately needing pleasure and release only intensified my craving.
She reached out for the nightstand, fumbling in the drawer until she took out a condom, placing it on her chest. Her nipples were puckered, her skin already flushed. She ripped open the package, stretching the condom over my erection.
I wanted this woman so badly that I was aching with need. My muscles were tight, my breathing uneven. Capturing her mouth, I rolled us over to one side. I slid the crook of my elbow under her knee, lifting her leg, then pushed inside her slowly, savoring the way her core clenched around me.
She gasped, rocking her hips forward.
“Fuuuck.” I groaned against her lips before kissing her again, pushing inside even deeper. My hips started moving faster on their own. Instinct took over. Palming her ass, I brought her closer, changing the angle so every time I thrust inside her I also applied pressure on her clit.
Isabelle turned wild. She gripped my shoulder tightly, pushing herself on an elbow so she could move more freely.
She ground her hips against me desperately.
Isabelle was always beautiful, but never more than when she transformed like this, just for me.
She was completely open and uninhibited, and I loved giving her what she needed.
The skin on her neck flushed a deep shade of red.
I knew she was close, but she needed more to go over the edge.
I let go of her knee, bringing my hand between us, and started stroking her clit.
She buckled forward instantly, clenching tight around me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuuu—uuck.” My voice broke. I spiraled out so fast that my breath was knocked out of me. I heard her cry out through a haze as I tumbled through my own orgasm. I was completely spent. My eyesight was blurred.
I didn’t let go for a while. I wanted us to stay in bed all morning, but that wasn’t possible. I wanted to be inside her all day, but that wasn’t possible either.
She was so fucking beautiful, lying sideways with her eyes closed and her red hair covering the pillow.
I nudged her shoulder, kissing her arm.
“I know, I know, we have to go,” she murmured, pouting.
I pulled her bottom lip in my mouth, startling her. Her eyelids flew open. She giggled, pushing me away. Before I realized what was going on, she tumbled out of bed, darting toward the bathroom.
“What’s the matter, mister?” she asked over her shoulder from the doorway. “Too exhausted to chase me?”
“I’ll show you chasing.” I got out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom. Isabelle was already in the shower. I removed the condom before joining her.
“You took your sweet time,” she teased. Water fell over her in rivulets while she soaped up. “Too tired from the sexy morning interlude?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Not at all.”
“Hmm… I’m amazed you had any energy left after last night.”
I pinned her against the tiles, looking her straight in the eyes. “I’ll always have energy for you.”
“Oh, you do know how to make me feel special.”
“You are.”
“Hey, did you mean that? Moving in with you?”
“Sure. Why would you think I didn’t?”
She shrugged one shoulder, smiling coyly. “I don’t know. Maybe you just wanted to get in my pants?”
I leaned in closer, swallowing a mouthful of hot water when I spoke next. “You were naked.”
She grinned. “True. I do feel compelled to tell you that I’m a messy person.”
“Babe, you think I didn’t notice that? Your apartment looked like you’ve been robbed every time I was in there.”
She opened her mouth widely. “You did not say that.”
“I did.”
“Well, it’s true, so I can’t fight you on it.”
“But you’d like to.”
“Yes. I don’t know why. I’m feeling very feisty this morning.”
I turned off the water, kissing her forehead. “You always are. I love that about you.”
When we got out of the shower, reality slipped in. I watched her towel off her red hair, wrapping another towel around herself.
I put on a robe, leaning against the sink.
“Isabelle, about last night, when you left. Are you okay? Rick said it was intense.”
“It was wild, to be honest, but so worth it. Watching you perform was… incredible.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Did anyone give you any trouble? Rick said no, but I know even the best security guys can’t catch everything.”
She waved her hand but darted her eyes. “It was fine, really. No big deal.”
Her body language said the exact opposite. Her shoulders were hunched. She was biting her lower lip. I didn’t like that she didn’t share everything with me—this, or the fact that she’d given up the tours. But I understood that she didn’t want me to insist.
I planned to bring up the subject again later today but didn’t get a chance.
We barely had time to breathe for the rest of the morning. Sasha came in while I was doing my off-day workout and walked us both through the schedule.
A bus was picking us up at eleven. Since Orlando was only three and a half hours by bus from Miami, it didn’t make sense to fly.
But at ten to eleven, Sasha came into my suite, along with the guys.
“We have a problem. The name of the hotel in Orlando was leaked. There are already hordes of fans in front of it.”
“How did this happen?” Lars asked.
She ran a hand through her hair, shrugging. “Lilian leaked it. It’s all over the Facebook and Instagram of her best friend’s account.”
I stared at Sasha. “This is stupid. Lilian signed an NDA.”
“Yes, but her friend leaked it, so good luck proving it was Lilian.”
I didn’t give a fuck about proving anything. I’d deal with Lilian later. We had enough weight in the music industry to make sure she never worked as a promoter again.
“I’m going to find us another hotel,” Sasha said. “Let’s get on the bus, and I’ll get everything sorted out on the way.”