52. Chapter Fifty-Two
Icurse myself for almost giving in to temptation last night. If he hadn’t moved me onto the couch when he did, I’m certain I would have fucked him. The way he looked at me with those dark lustful eyes, and when I felt his dick grow hard under my ass, had me craving a release that only he could give me.
Thankfully, it didn’t happen because that would mean I’ve fallen back into the same old pattern.
Once this tour is over, he’ll be gone again. But I still need to discuss our son, especially after everything he did for me with Alex. But a part of me is hesitant. I’m afraid of the rejection that may come when he tells me that nothing has changed with our son.
When the bus made a pit stop for gas early this morning, I realized I needed to leave before the others caught sight of us lying together. If they saw us, they might assume we had sex. And I don’t want them to think that. Especially Reg. I’m here to focus on my job. Yesterday, all I did was cry, but I will not let that happen again.
Leaning against the sink, sipping my coffee, I hear faint whispers coming from the direction of the bunks. I think it’s Theo and Nate, but I can’t be certain, because I can’t make out what they’re saying.
From the same direction, Ace yells, “If you’re not sleeping, get the fuck out!”
A smile creeps across my face as I recall the tough, no-nonsense Ace I knew back in school. He always spoke his mind without caring about anyone’s opinion.
A few seconds pass, and then Theo emerges wearing sweatpants. He stretches his arms overhead, a smile spreading across his face as he notices me standing there. My gaze is drawn to his tattooed chest.
“Like what you see, Spitfire?” he teases, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips as he effortlessly takes my coffee mug from my hands. After taking a sip, he hands it back.
“I just made a pot. You want one,” I offer.
“Yeah,” he responds, walking over to the table.
I turn and grab a cup, filling it with the freshly brewed coffee. Grabbing my own mug from the counter, I join Theo at the table.
The sound of footsteps grows louder, prompting me to turn my head to see Ace. Dressed only in his boxers, his inked arms stretched overhead. My eyes widen, and a moment of awkwardness washes over me as I glance away. Ace is there, sporting a noticeable boner.
I grip my coffee cup, trying to regain my composure, and unintentionally lock eyes with Theo, who sports a sly smirk.
“You better get used to it. That thing greets everyone every damn morning,” he casually remarks.
Ace strides over to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup. He then joins us at the table, settling in as if it’s just another ordinary morning.
“How’s the little man?” Ace asks, twisting his head to the side, causing his neck to crack.
“He’s referring to Alex, not the two-inch dick you saw in his pants,” Theo comments, but Ace chooses to ignore it. As do I.
“He seemed okay when I talked to him through the night.”
“I understand it’s difficult being away from him, but you’re already making a positive impact here, you know.”
“I’m not so sure about that.” I ponder on his words, because all I’ve done is get upset and scream at Reg.
“His writing again,” he nods towards Xander, who’s still asleep on the couch. “He hasn’t done that in years. The label has been pressuring him for ages, but he couldn’t come up with anything.”
Theo gets up and rummages through one of the top cupboards above the sink. After he finds what he’s looking for he moves over to Xander asleep on the couch. When he’s in front of him, he crouches down. I wonder what he is up to because I can’t see what it is from this angle.
“He’ll fucking throttle you when he sees it,’ Nate says as he comes through the door, and approaches the table, joining Ace and me. He grabs Theo’s coffee and takes a drink.
Theo steps back, holding a black marker in his hand. After he examines his work, he walks away. I nearly spit my coffee out onto the table when I notice what he has done. On Xander”s left cheek, there”s an outline of a sizable dick, with droplets dripping into his mouth.
“If Reg sees that, he’ll totally lose it,” Ace says.
“But how will he know it’s me?”
“He’ll know,” Nate says.
Right on cue, the side door swings open and Reg emerges, engrossed in his phone. Seizing the opportunity, I have a quick look in the room through the open door. Inside, I spot a cozy double bed and a compact wardrobe. It seems way more comfortable than the tight bunk beds in the enclosed area at the back, where the money-makers sleep.
The bus starts to slow down and eventually stops. I turn my head and gaze out of the window, taking in the large roadhouse where we have stopped.
“Kit reserved the entire cafe. So make sure you”re in there in the next ten minutes,” Reg says, not bothering to acknowledge any of the guys as he exits the bus.
“Yeah, good morning to you too, asshole,” Nate says, as he finishes Theo’s coffee.
“Yo, Xander, wake the fuck up,” Theo yells, throwing an empty water bottle in his direction.
Reg comes back onto the bus. He slips his phone into his pocket and looks around the group.
When he looks at Xander, his brows furrow, and he gets this pissed-off look before he turns to Theo.
“What the fuck have you done?” He yells. His voice is so loud that he wakes up Xander. “He’s the fucking lead singer, center stage, performing in the spotlight in front of thousands of fans!”
“Why do you just assume I’m the one to blame?”
“Because, who else could it be?”
“Chill out, it’s not like it’s a permanent marker,” Theo says.
Xander, still half-asleep, sits up and rubs his eyes before looking up.
Ace accidentally spits out his coffee, causing some of it to land on Reg.
”What the fuck, man?” Reg says, eyeing his pricey shoes, before re-entering his room and closing the door.
Theo and Nate erupt into laughter, catching Xander’s attention. He shoots Theo a stern glare, his eyes narrowing as he senses something amiss. Determined to find out, he rises from the couch and strides towards the restroom. Once he arrives, he forcefully opens the door.
We”re all waiting, giving each other looks, waiting for Xander to come back.
“You better run you fucking asshole,” Xander yells.
“Well, it’s been nice knowing you,” Theo says, grabbing his shirt from the back of the couch. “See ya at breakfast.” He bolts off the bus.
“Where is he? Where’s that little prick gone?” Xander says, coming back out.
Reg opens his door, and I notice he’s wearing different shoes.
“Remove that shit off your face before you go in there,” Reg says. “I’ve already cleaned up enough of your mistakes in the media.”
Xander moves forward, and I can tell from the way he”s staring at Reg that a fight is about to break out.
”Time to go,” I butt in, tugging Xander”s hand and leading him toward the restroom to ease the tension.
He willingly comes, even though he is still angry. I can feel the tension in his arm as I lead him into the restroom and close the door behind us. His presence makes the already tight space feel even more confined. Being this close to him sparks a strange sensation in my body.
“Do you guys always pull pranks on each other like this?” I open a drawer to locate a washcloth.
“No,” he says firmly. “Theo’s the only idiot who pulls this kind of crap.”
I turn on the tap, feeling the cool rush of water against my hand as I wet the washcloth.
”Sit,” I say, motioning for him to take a seat on the toilet lid. It’s not a request, but a demand.
As I gently move the washcloth across his cheek, his captivating dark brown eyes meet mine. I swallow hard, attempting to hold back the intense sensation building in my chest. My attention is solely on his striking face and the task of erasing the drawing of a large penis from his cheek. I try my best to disregard the way his fingers delicately brush against the back of my leg. Though I should speak up and ask him to stop, my voice fails me.
The silence stretches between us, growing heavier with each passing moment. I hold my breath as his fingers slowly travel up my leg, inching beneath my skirt. He watches me, waiting for a reaction. When I stay quiet, he dares to go higher, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as he approaches that sensitive area. My breathing becomes irregular as I attempt to remove the black marker from his face, but he’s distracting me with his actions.
He gazes at me, as if he is attempting to decipher my desires. He has always possessed a talent for understanding what my body wants. I close my eyes, eagerly anticipating his touch, yet at the same time wishing I didn’t yearn for it so intensely. As if he can delve into my deepest thoughts, a wave of longing rushes through me when his thumb brushes against the edge of my underwear.
“Xander,” I whisper.
Opening my eyes, I’m captivated by the intensity of his lustful stare. In that instant, I can feel his longing, his deep desire, yearning for me. It has been such a long time since I’ve shared an intimate moment with a man, ever since he walked away from my life. The sensation of being touched in this manner, by him, has become a distant memory, one I’ve almost forgotten.
Feeling his thumb circling my clit brings a delightful sensation, carrying me to a new level of pleasure. I can’t help but moan as I bite down on my bottom lip, surrendering to the irresistible pleasure he gives me. Despite knowing I should stop, an unexplainable desire consumes me. I long for him. I ache for the release.
I let out a small whimper as he gently pulls aside my panties and slides a finger inside me, followed by another. His fingers move in a rhythmic motion, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. As he lifts my shirt, he tenderly places a soft kiss on my stomach, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down my spine. The warmth of his breath against my skin drives me wild. The sensation of his fingers surpasses any pleasure a sex toy could ever provide. My thoughts become scattered, consumed by the overwhelming sensations building within me. Just as I feel myself reaching the edge, a desperate moan escapes me when Xander removes his hand.
As I glance down, I can”t help but notice that cocky grin on his face, which only adds to my annoyance. He laughs and pulls me onto his lap, bringing us closer so that I’m straddling him.
“If you want it, Princess,” he whispers. As he leans forward, he presses a soft kiss to the side of my neck. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the pleasure of his sensual touch. “Then take it. Let go on my cock, just like you used to.”
As his hands find the back of my neck, I can sense his desire for control, his need to keep me exactly where he wants me. With force, his lips collide with mine. The intensity of his kiss matches his dominant nature. A deep groan escapes his chest as he hungrily explores my mouth with his tongue, his grip on my hips tightening as he moves me against him. “I know what you want, Princess, because I fucking want it too. Now ride me. Bring out that wild side of yours again.”
His words cause me to arch my back slightly, overwhelmed with excitement. A surge of heat rushes through me, causing my nipples to harden. Slipping my hands into the waistband of his sweatpants, I free his hard cock. He moans as I tease him with gentle strokes, feeling the heat build between us, before sliding my panties to the side. His intense gaze locks onto me as I lower myself onto his shaft, feeling every inch of him stretching me.
“Fuck,” he says, skimming his nose along the column of my throat. “You feel so fucking good. So much better than I fucking remember.”
As I move my hips, a sensation of tightness spreads through my body from his touch. I am fully captivated by the sexy sounds that escape his lips as I keep moving. The pleasure intensifies, causing my body to coil even more tightly with each passing moment.
With a deep, sensual growl, Xander firmly winds my ponytail around his fist, using it to steady me, ensuring our gazes remain locked.
I pick up the pace, targeting that specific spot that ignites a blazing fire within my body. Each downward thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, until finally, my orgasm consumes me and I’m crying out his name in sheer ecstasy.
With a forceful grunt, he grips my ass, hoisting me up and pinning me against the wall, asserting his dominance. I spread my legs wider, eagerly aiming to fulfill his cravings. Bliss alters his expression, and a deep, throaty sound escapes him. He’s teetering on the brink.
“I’m on birth control,” I hastily add, not wanting to lose the intimate connection we share.
His lips collide with mine in a powerful, all-encompassing kiss. I swallow down his primal moan as he thrusts into me one last time. I bite down on his lip as he finishes inside me. Breathless, with his hands still gripping my ass, he rests his head on the curve of my neck. Slowly, he moves in and out of me, savoring the aftershocks of his orgasm. The feeling of his warm breath on my neck offers comfort and security, a constant reminder of his presence.
After a few seconds, he lifts his head and gives me a mischievous grin. It’s then that I spot the outline of the drawing on the side of his face, reminding me of the reason we came in here. The mere thought of everyone hearing what we’ve just done makes me cringe.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, taking in a sudden, sharp breath. “What have I done?”
As his brows furrow, the tendons in his neck strain as he swallows. “Don’t fucking freak out now, Princess.”
“Put me down,” I say.
All the reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this come rushing back. All the restraint I had to get him out of my system. What the fuck have I done? And what if Reg is out there and heard everything we just did? But above all, how could I have been so foolish to fall for his charms all over again?