Chapter 45
Alara
I 'm not sure what time it is, but I know it's late, or it could be early if we’re being technical.
There's been so much going through my head ever since hearing the commotion outside.
It's been hard to focus. I should be asleep, but instead I'm wide awake, staring at the swirls on my ceiling.
At least I'm not crying anymore. That’s a win.
I knew things were going to change, but I guess I never really pieced together how drastic it would be. I thought I had more time. That obviously proved to be incorrect. I underestimated the paparazzi.
Nix’s security came inside to talk with us once I felt like I was calm enough to hear what he had to say. Apparently, the cameraman was tipped off. Someone told him about me joining the tour, and he was trying to get an exclusive before the news broke.
None of it sits well with me, considering the only people who knew that information were the four men in the band, security, me, Rayne, and Glen.
I sure as shit didn’t tell anyone to come take secret pictures of me at my house.
I shudder, thinking about what could have happened if Nix wasn't there to stop him.
With an exhale, I roll to my side and face him. He’s sound asleep, looking calmer and more peaceful than ever. A piece of his black hair has fallen down over his forehead that my fingers absentmindedly reach up to brush behind his ear. This man is absolutely beautiful.
I lean forward and press my lips to his, and he groans, waking up immediately. His hands glide up to grip my waist, and he gently rolls me on top of him. I laugh, doing my best to keep my balance.
"Waking me up like that only ends one way, little sparrow." He holds me tightly in place.
"What if that was the whole point?" I tease, deciding his penis would be a welcome distraction.
As I grind down on him, I wish I wasn’t wearing so much clothing. He slips his hand under my oversized shirt while I stare back with desire-filled eyes. My nipples harden, rubbing against the fabric and waiting for him to give them attention.
"You're so perfect," he whispers before finally kneading one of my breasts.
“More, Nix. I need more,” I say, wanting to feel him inside of me. His touch simply isn’t enough.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re properly cared for.” A devilish grin spreads across his face as he flips me onto my back and maneuvers himself between my legs. “Let’s make sure you’re nice and wet first. ”
I gasp, heat erupting in my core as anticipation builds. He pulls my panties off, the faint touch from his skin driving me wild.
“Please,” I beg, hoping he will put me out of my misery and finally quench this yearning ache.
“What my girl wants, my girl gets,” he breathes out before gliding his tongue between my legs.
“Oh my god,” I moan, hips jolting.
I squirm, and he grips my thighs, pinning them to the mattress before diving back in with a renewed intensity. Two fingers push inside my center, working my body to near oblivion, while he licks and sucks at my clit. It feels so good, but still I want more.
I reach down and grab him by the shirt to pull him off me. I don’t want him wasting time with his tongue between my legs when something else can be there instead. He looks confused, but when I drag his body up mine and crush my mouth to his, he melts.
“You’re such a naughty girl today.” He groans as I taste myself on his lips.
Deciding to take control, I roll our bodies again. His back hits the mattress, and I rip his boxer briefs down, loving the way his cock springs free at full attention.
“Look at what you do to me.” He grabs himself, stroking a few times, and I rest on my heels between his parted legs.
“Do you want me?” I pull my shirt off and trail a finger down the center of my bare chest .
He nods, eyes lighting up just as my hand reaches the spot below my belly button.
I slide it down a little further, and he studies the movement, never once taking his eyes off of me.
My fingers glide through the wetness between my legs, once, twice, three times, before I take my hand away and crawl up his body.
“Temptress,” he breathes out.
My legs straddle his hips for just a moment before I take his eager cock and sink down on it, inch by inch.
“Vixen,” he whimpers. “Ride me. Use me for your pleasure.”
His hands grip my hips, helping me glide them back and forth as my fingers dig into his chest. He meets me thrust for thrust, and it feels so fucking good. I love how powerful and protected he makes me feel.
“You’re mine, just as I’m yours,” I say, breathing heavily.
It doesn’t take long for my body to heat up. I’m right there, so close to falling apart, but I don’t want to be greedy. Of course, he notices. He notices everything.
“Do it. Show me what I do to you. I’ll be right there with you.” He groans. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lose it, every single bit of control, as Nix erupts into me. My walls clamp down around him, and I see stars. The warmth spreads through my body, making the tips of my fingers and toes tingle with wave after wave of pure ecstasy.
Once everything finally slows, I collapse on the bed next to him, completely satiated. This time, when I stare up at the ceiling, I’m not sad or upset. I know I should get up and go to the bathroom, but it can wait just a little while .
“Did I rock your world?” He smirks, turning to look at me. “Get it?”
“Let me try to hold back my laugh.” I roll my eyes. “That’s something I would expect Lane to say, not you.”
“I was embarrassed as soon as it left my mouth,” he admits.
"You guys aren't like typical rockstars, you know." I sigh.
"What do you mean?"
"None of you party. You just hang out at that apartment and keep to yourselves."
“We've done plenty of partying. It just becomes a bit redundant after a while. People don't respect boundaries. Women throw themselves at us. You just get tired of feeling used," he confesses. "You get tired of the lifestyle and start wanting more."
"Come on," I tease. "You're not seriously trying to tell me it was hard having women all over you all the time."
He grabs my chin, tilting my head up. "None of those women will ever compare to you."
My heart flutters as the weight of his words sinks in.
He yawns, sleep threatening to overtake him. "I was never much of a partier anyway. I was always the one making sure the rest of those fools didn’t get into too much trouble."
"You four have everything you could ever want right at your fingertips. What's that going to be like when we get on the road?"
"Much better now." His arm wraps tighter around me.
"Huh?" I blurt out, confused by what he means .
"There was something missing before. No matter what it seems like from the outside. We were biding our time, trying to get from show to show. Having you around makes all the difference."
"I'm just a girl." I shrug.
"You're everything, Alara, changing each of us in ways we didn't expect. I can't speak for the rest of the guys, but I would throw all of this away in a heartbeat to be with you."
"Your whole career?" My eyes draw together.
"If that's what it took," he confirms.
"That's just crazy."
"No. That's how much you mean to me," he breathes out. "Now, get some rest. Enjoy your bed one last time. We have a busy day ahead of us."
I consider his words. 'Enjoy your bed one last time.' Where exactly am I going to end up once this tour is over? What does all this mean moving forward?