Chapter 4
Riot
“Am I?” She’s breathless from laughing, but her gaze is on the mirror in the bathroom. On us with our matching green faces.
“They’re cute, huh?” My heart pounds. At the way she’s looking at me. With how much I want her. This woman is mine. All mine.
“They look like they don’t have a care in the world,” she whispers back like we’re spying on another couple sharing an intimate moment. “They look like nothing in the world could tear them apart.”
“That’s because nothing can.” I kiss her shoulder, heedless to the stain it causes on the collar of my T-shirt she’s wearing. It’s taken us a long time to realize we were more than friends, but that was an effort to protect what we have. “Don’t move a muscle.”
“Riot.”
“Stay there.” I swat her ass before going back to the bed to grab my phone.
“What are you doing?” She watches me prowl toward her.
“Something I should have done already.” Ushering her into the bathroom, I turn on the light and set up the camera. Pulling her nice and close with one arm, I point the camera at our reflection, turn on the burst setting and start the timer. “I’m proving you’re my girl.”
“Ho—oh.” Her question turns into a moan when I scrape my mouth on the side of her throat. Slipping a hand under the hem of the shirt, I cup her through her panties. I nestle my fingers against her slit while the thin layer of lace grows damp.
Tugging it to the side, I ease a finger into her pussy and slowly tease her before adding another. “Smile for the camera, candy head.”
Her arm comes up to wrap around my neck. Her hips arch back on me. “Riot, how am I supposed to smile when you’re teasing me?”
“I love edging you.” The way she responds. Being able to keep her on the verge until she’s an incoherent mess before I give her the orgasms she deserves. I love taking her right to the brink, before letting it recede. But first, I need to give her something else. I need to make things right.
I reluctantly relinquish her and scroll through the photos.
My favorites I tuck into a file I’ll keep for later.
One becomes my screensaver. And finally, I pick one where it’s not super obvious that she’s about to sink down on my fingers.
Her eyes are half closed. Her cheeks are rosy.
And her body is turned in toward mine. It says we’re in love with each other.
It says nothing can get between us because there is no space to fill.
Even oxygen would have a hard time getting between us.
Opening my socials, I upload the image and caption it in a way that leaves no doubt she’s my partner in the bedroom as well as in business. My thumb hovers over the post button.
“Riot?” She turns and presses her tits to my chest. Both her hands wind around my neck.
“I don’t know what I was doing, not telling Ro.”
“She’s your friend,” Kelsey says. “You didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“I should have come out with it when she put herself out there.” I’ll have to say something to her, but that can wait until morning. “I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. She’s had such a rough time of it, but it hurt you. I’m not okay with that.”
“I should have been more understanding.” Kelsey rises up and brushes her mouth against mine.
My thumb continues to hover over the post button. I want to tell everyone we’re together, but knowing someone is out there, stalking me and threatening people they think I have a connection with…
Kelsey’s eyes widen. Their warmth is slowly replaced with disappointment. “You can’t do it, can you? You can’t tell everyone we’re together.”
“It’s not that simple.” I grab her arm when she tries to move away. “You know it isn’t. Once it’s out there, once everyone knows, it has the power to change things. People will hate us together. They will hate you.”
That’s the crux of it. It will change us. That’s why I wanted more time before the news about us came out.
I put my phone down and turn the water on in the shower. We need to wash this green goop off, and I need a minute to deal with the realization. I don’t want to share her.
People will hate her like they hate Summer and Ivy for being with my brothers, who they love and hate in equal measure.
They’ll hate her because they’re jealous.
They’ll say she’s not good enough or that she’s a bitch or other horrible things.
Blatant lies that couldn’t be further from the soft, sweet truth.
I would do anything to protect her from them.
“It doesn’t matter.” She stands tall, with her chin up. Despite the facemask she looks tough.
The problem is, she isn’t when it comes to me. The last twenty-four hours have been eye-opening.
“It very much does to me.” I tower over her since she’s not in heels, my arms crossed against my chest. “You’ll be in the spotlight right alongside me.”
“I have been this whole time.” She grabs the hem of my shirt she’s wearing and pries it from her satiny skin.
If she’s trying to distract me with her soft, round tits, it’s working.
Her nipples pebble, begging for me to forget my worries and put my mouth on them.
I grab a handful of one and lean down to flick the point with my tongue.
A whimper falls from her lips. She grips my shoulder and arches her back.
Damn, I don’t give a shit what we were arguing about.
I need her. I need to be inside her while that pretty pussy convulses around my cock.
She works the buckle on my belt loose, pops the button and starts on the zipper. Curling her hand around my cock, she squeezes and strokes me while I bite and suck a chain of rosy ovals over one breast.
“Too rough.” She whimpers and tugs at my hair until I ease up and move onto the other.
She usually doesn’t mind me a little rough, but I’m tenderer as I continue to leave beautiful colors on her tits.
I want to leave them where everyone can see them so there’s no question who she belongs with, but I’ve seen the dress she brought to wear tomorrow.
While it’s demure enough for a wedding, the deep neckline, the delicate lace panels, and the teasing way it clings wouldn’t hide all the marks I crave to leave on her.
How my own friends and family will react if they see hickeys and love marks on her sobers me. I step away to shove my pants down and kick them away. “People say stupid things. They judge. And they have entitled opinions.”
Not my brothers. They’d only be ribbing me for the fun of it. But other people…
“They do.” She slips the teensy scrap of smooth black satin and ruffled lace down over her hips and lets it slide down her legs.
Reaching out, I snag her hips and yank her to me.
She drapes her legs around my waist, the globes of her ass fill both my hands. “I don’t care what people think of me. I’ve only ever cared what they think about you. And the band.”
We’re still covered in green goop when I carry her into the shower. It melts under the spray, running in rivulets until it’s all gone. I follow the trails with my thumb, enjoying the way her flesh turns white under pressure, before it gets pinker.
“Our lifestyle isn’t new to me.” She arches into my touch.
“This is different.” That the band’s fans will have opinions could be hard enough for her and our new relationship.
They already have thoughts on her management style.
They’ve theorized that she’s sleeping with one of the guys in the band since we started our publicity tour with Savant Records.
Each of us has been that lucky man at one point; a badge each one of us has worn with honor, a smirk, and lighthearted flirting.
Easy behavior to practice when there were no hearts involved.
It’s different because I don’t know what I would do without her on a level I didn’t expect I had. And because I have a stalker out there who already has one woman in their crosshairs.
And because being with a Maddox tends to bring danger and trouble to the women we love. The wolf seems to be at our door even now on the eve of my brother’s wedding. That’s why Rogue and Ivy took off in the jet. It’s why the rest of us decided to do what we’re doing.
Sometimes it feels like we’re cursed.
“Stop it.” Kelsey cups my face. Without me having voiced my racing thoughts she seems to know.
“You want me. I want you. Let them say what they will about us. It won’t change the way I feel about you.
Or how much I want you. I’m not some na?ve woman who doesn’t know what she’s signing up for.
They can’t do anything to us we don’t have a say in. ”
She puts my mouth on hers and snakes her tongue between my lips to steal my thoughts.
If the only way for anyone to get between us is to wait for an opportunity we make ourselves, I’m going to give them no opportunity. We have security. We’ll use them. From here on out, everywhere she goes with or without me, she’ll have an escort. Two of them.
“This is what you want?” I necklace my hand around her throat as I press her spine to the tiled wall and demand more from her. More of her mouth, her taste, her surrender.
Eyes glazed, she licks her swollen lips when I pull back. I trail my thumb along her pouty bottom lip, press down when I reach the middle until she opens for me. My thumb disappearing between her teeth is such a pretty sight. One that makes my cock throb.
“I want you,” she says when I withdraw my thumb from her mouth. “All of you. And what comes with. I can take it. I’m not going to change my mind.”
Something loosens in my chest. A sweetness I’ve been holding tightly under lock and key. It quietens the never ending what if questions and the voice that tells me it’s only a matter of time. “You better not.”
“I won’t.” Her eyes speak no word of a lie. Only truth and trust.
I reach for my phone on the vanity and bring it into the shower with us. The post is still on the screen when I light it up. “Last chance to keep our secret.”
“Do it,” she says.