Rewind: Rock Hard Book 3, page 10
I reached out to palm her ass, drawing her against me. “I haven’t even shown you around yet. I have a soundproof studio downstairs so I can write, record, and play drums without disturbing the neighbors.”
“Really? That sounds awesome.” She looked around. “But do you have shampoo and conditioner?”
“I do.” I handed her a bottle. “Here. Let me.”
I washed her hair and watched goose bumps break out on her skin. I massaged her scalp with my fingers and she sighed with what I was pretty sure was pleasure. She leaned up against me as I rinsed out the shampoo, giving me a wonderful view of the swell of her breasts. I’d fucked her half a dozen times already, but it felt like the first time all over again. Those other times had somehow been practice, a prelude to the real thing.
She put conditioner in her hair and I nudged her toward the built-in bench along one wall. “Sit,” I told her. “And spread your legs for me.”
Her eyes widened as I kneeled between her thighs.
“Declan…” Her voice was breathy as I leaned in.
“Don’t think,” I said. “Just feel.”
I reached out to touch her, my fingers separating her soft, pink folds. I knew what they felt like around my cock, but not what they tasted like, and I lowered my head, nibbling softly. I started with the crease along the inside of her hip and ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh. I’d heard about guys who didn’t like giving oral, but it was mind-boggling to me. I loved how women tasted, sliding my tongue inside of them and watching them squirm. Hell, I hadn’t gotten that far yet and Bri was already squirming, her thighs tightening around the outside of my shoulders. I had no doubt she was going to love this and I used the tip of my tongue to slip between her folds, flicking gently around the outside of her clit.
“Oh god…” Her voice was rich and husky, and one hand dug into my hair.
I kissed and nibbled further down, sucking on the tender skin between her legs before licking a trail from her clit to her ass. She gasped and arched right into my face so I caught her by the ass to make sure she didn’t fall off the bench, and started tongue-fucking her.
“Declan!” Her shriek and the way her thighs tightened even harder told me she was close, and I closed my lips around her clit.
I bit down gently and slowly increased pressure until she screamed. Her entire body went rigid as her chest arched and her grip tightened in my hair. It was fucking beautiful. She was fucking beautiful and I really liked having her in my shower, my bed, my life. Now if I could just convince her of that.
“Holy fuck, that was…” She was panting. “I don’t know if there are words for what that was.”
“And it’s only going to get better.” I got up and held out my hands to her.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Let’s finish doing our hair and then I’ll show you.” She was going to love sixty-nine. I felt it in my bones.
She rinsed the conditioner from her hair while I washed my own, and then we rinsed off together before getting out. I wrapped a big, fluffy towel around her and towel-dried my hair while she combed out the tangles in hers.
“There are new toothbrushes under the counter on the right,” I told her.
“Do you have a blow-dryer? I have to go straight to work from here so I can’t let my hair air-dry.”
“Sure.” I got one out and plugged it in. “You think guys don’t blow-dry their hair?”
“I don’t know any guys with hair as long as yours.”
“I feel attacked,” I said, swatting her ass.
“I can’t wait to attack you,” she whispered, lifting up on her toes to kiss me.
I drew her to me and slid my tongue into her mouth, ravishing her tongue as our towels fell away. Her body was soft and sexy against mine and there was no way in hell I was waiting until she’d dried her hair.
“You can wet it again later,” I whispered, lifting her into my arms.
I carried her into the bedroom and put her down, crawling over her so I could kiss her some more and taste every inch of her.
“Let’s flip,” I told her, rolling onto my back. “Now get on top of me but in the opposite direction, so you have access to my cock and I can lick that sweet pussy of yours some more.”
Her eyes widened slightly but she didn’t hesitate, moving over me until we were in position. I was a little worried she would be uncomfortable but her warm, wet mouth closed around my cock immediately and I sighed, giving myself a minute to enjoy it before diving into her again.
She sucked me hard and deep, her head bobbing as she moved and I couldn’t help but watch her, loving the way she looked sprawled on top of me. My second favorite part of her—her eyes would always be first—was quivering slightly just inches from my mouth, and I couldn’t resist a taste. She was wet again already, her musky scent wafting through my nostrils.
I groaned as she sucked harder, one of her hands squeezing my balls, and I figured I needed to distract her a little or I’d be done in no time. And I didn’t want this to end too quickly. I could have sex almost anytime I wanted to, but not with someone I liked this much or who made me forget all my other problems.
We sucked and licked each other into oblivion, until our mutual orgasms left us gasping for breath and covered in sweat. I didn’t need time to recover, though. I was still hard and I sheathed myself with a condom as I pushed her onto her back and slid into her.
“Declan.” Her eyes turned a glassy emerald color, dark and hooded and filled with lust.
“Yeah, baby?”
“This is soooo good.”
“Uh huh.” I nibbled her lips.
“Why was it never like this before?”
“Dunno.” I kept kissing her. “I think because it’s us. Because we make it great when we’re together.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to.” I started to move and the world went out of focus.
Good sex was a very powerful element in a relationship, I realized as we dozed a while later. Bri had gone from shy and unsure of herself to wild and insatiable. And now, instead of hurrying off to work, though she had to leave soon, she was curled against me, our legs twined, bodies as close as possible. As if she didn’t want to move. I didn’t want her to, either.
“What time do you have to go?” I asked once it was a little after three.
“I have to be dressed and ready by three-thirty.” She groaned. “Shit, and my uniform is dirty.”
“Not anymore. Fiona comes on Thursdays and I texted her to wash, dry and iron it if necessary.”
She glanced up at me with those gorgeous green eyes. “Who’s Fiona?”
“My housekeeper. She comes Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. She does my grocery shopping, cooks a little and freezes stuff for me, and does laundry and light cleaning. My cleaning service comes on Tuesdays so she can oversee and make sure they do it right.”
“Wow. It never occurred to me you have a housekeeper.”
“She’s awesome. So I’m positive your uniform has been washed and is waiting for you.”
“You’re so sweet, Declan.” She sighed heavily. “I hate that I have to go.”
“Call in sick.”
“I can’t. I have bills to pay.”
This time I sighed. Offering her money probably wouldn’t sit right with her, so I just ran my hands down her back. “How many days a week do you work?”
“Usually two lunch shifts at the restaurant, and four or five nights with the catering company.”
“So six days a week, sometimes two jobs in one day.”
“Yeah. That’s how non-rock stars make ends meet.”
“I was a busboy for a while,” I told her. “So I know how hard it is to work in the service industry. I also know the pay isn’t great.”
“Hourly pay sucks, but the tips are good and I make great money working for Marla.”
“Do you get tips on top of whatever she pays you?”
“Clients leave a tip at the end of the night and she splits it between us. It’s usually pretty good, but not always. Simon was a fucking cheapskate. His bill was almost three grand and he left us two-fifty. To be split five ways.”
“Seriously? What a douche.”
“On the other hand, we did an event last week that was only about fifteen hundred dollars and they left us a thousand. To be split four ways.”
“I’m totally going to give Simon shit about it,” I told her. “I’m doing a radio interview with him tomorrow. If you didn’t have to work, I’d invite you to come listen but we’ll be on from three to six. What time do you work tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow I don’t have to be there until five, so I can join you for part of it.”
“Excellent.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I guess you have to start getting ready so why don’t you go do your hair and I’ll find your clothes.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my arm and we shared a sweet look. “You keep surprising me with how nice you are.”
“I try to be nice to everyone, but it’s good to know you appreciate it.”
“I do. More than you know.”
“Are you coming back tonight when you’re done working?”
“I need to go home tonight,” she said. “I want to come back, but I have laundry at home and bills to pay and things I can’t do from here. Like feed my cat.”
“You have a cat?”
“Her name is Dunkin, like Dunkin’ Donuts. She used to live with my parents but they don’t take care of her so I brought her to my place. We’re not around much but at least she has food and a clean litter box.”
“Then why don’t you do those things tonight and tomorrow morning, and then pack a bag and bring enough stuff for a couple of days. Are you working every day this weekend?”
“I’m working Friday night and Saturday afternoon at the restaurant and there’s an event Saturday night with the catering company, but I’m off on Sunday.”
“So come over after your shift tomorrow night and stay with me until Monday or Tuesday and we can just hang out and get to know each other.”
“I can do that.” She nodded. “I have to check on my parents on Sunday, though. It should only take an hour or two, but if I don’t pick up groceries for them, they’ll probably starve to death.”
“I can come with you.”
She met my gaze. “There is zero chance I want you seeing the hellhole my parents live in.”
“I used to be homeless. It can’t be worse than that.”
“Oh, it can.”
“Okay, we’ll talk about it on Sunday.” I figured I had three days to talk her into it. How bad could it be?
15
Brianna
* * *
I got to what we called the “shop,” which was a commercial space where Marla did all the cooking and stored supplies, exactly two minutes after four, and I caught the amused look Kiki gave me. She knew I’d been with Declan because I’d texted to let her know I wouldn’t be home. She probably had a million questions. It was going to be a busy night, though, and another night of working in heels. I could and would do it, but it killed my feet and made me grumpy. I was also hungry because we’d stayed in bed until the very last minute.
My insides warmed as I thought about all the sex we’d had today. I’d really been missing out on having guys go down on me, and it was now my favorite thing. Well, if I was honest, everything he did was my favorite thing. Even the butt stuff that made me uncomfortable. I’d almost asked him to do it again earlier today, but had lost my nerve.
“You better tell me every detail!” Kiki hissed in my ear as we loaded the van.
“Later,” I whispered back.
“Hey, sis.” Noah gave me a grin that reminded me of the teenager he’d been before the drugs. I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hey. Have you been home at all? Do Mom and Dad have any food left?”
He grimaced. “I went home to get some clothes and there wasn’t much. I should probably buy some for them, huh?”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m going over on Sunday and I’ll go to the grocery store.”
“I’ll go with you. It’s not fair that you take on everything.”
“I’m super proud of you,” I whispered under my breath. “How’s it going? Are you sober?”
He gave me a half-shrug. “I have to do a shot of vodka before work or I get the shakes but Kiki found some CBD stuff that takes the edge off so it’s better than it was.”
“No drugs?”
“No. I swear. Just alcohol.”
I nodded. “Well, I’m really proud of you. Keep it up, okay?”
“I know you don’t think I should be involved with Kiki, but I’m into her. I’m trying not to fuck it up so I can be straight for her, you know? She’s good for me, sis.”
“I know. She’s one of the best people I know. But it’s hard to focus on someone else when you need to be focusing on yourself.”
“That’s just it—I don’t have any reason to get better for myself. I’m a fucking loser ninety-nine percent of the time. But with Kiki, I’m not.”
“You’re not a loser. Addiction is a disease, not a personality trait.” I leaned over and gave him a quick hug. “Now get to work. We can talk tonight if you want.”
“Okay.”
* * *
Tonight’s gig was one of Marla’s, so Priscilla wasn’t around, which made everything a lot less stressful. I was done relatively early and headed home. Dunkin needed a little attention, and I did have a few bills to pay and laundry to do. Hopefully, Kiki and Noah weren’t noisy in the bedroom because listening to my kid brother have sex was at the very bottom of my list of things I ever wanted to experience.
I changed into yoga pants and a tank top and pulled out my phone to text Declan, since I’d promised to check in.
BRIANNA: I’m home from work. What are you doing?
DECLAN: Thinking about you.
BRIANNA: You’re sweet. I was thinking about you too, but I’m too tired and hungry to do anything about it.
DECLAN: What if I came over and brought takeout? I could give you another massage.
BRIANNA: Now?
DECLAN: Well, you probably won’t be tired and hungry in the morning…
I looked around the apartment and grimaced. There were dirty dishes in the sink and we didn’t have a dishwasher. My bed was unmade and god only knew what the bathroom looked like.
BRIANNA: Kiki and Noah will probably be here.
DECLAN: I can bring food for them too.
I drummed my fingers on the table. I could wash the dishes real quick and make sure there wasn’t anything too embarrassing in the bathroom.
BRIANNA: Okay.
I texted him my address and then started washing dishes. Kiki was terrible about keeping up with them and I almost always wound up doing them. To be fair, she did most of the other cleaning in the house since I worked two jobs and she only worked one. I also did the cooking when we were home, which she loved, so it worked out okay. I just hated coming home to an entire sink full of dishes with caked-on food that had dried out.
Luckily, it only took about ten minutes to clean up the dishes, sink, and counters, and then I hurried into the bathroom. Sure enough, there were towels on the floor and one of Kiki’s bras hanging on the doorknob, so I picked up everything and tossed her bra in her room. Which was also a mess. That wasn’t my problem, though, and I shut her door before going into my own room. There was a pile of folded laundry on my bed that Kiki had thoughtfully done and I quickly put it away and straightened the sheet and comforter. I didn’t spend a lot of time in my room so it didn’t get too messy.
I’d just run a brush through my hair when I heard the knock on the door and I went to open it. Declan stood there with two huge bags from a local burger joint and a tray with four sodas.
“You’re the best,” I said, taking the bags from him. “And hi.” I leaned up for a kiss.
“Hi.” He smiled.
“Kiki and Noah are on their way. Do we want to wait for them to eat or get started?”
“It’s up to you.”
“I’m starving,” I admitted.
“Okay.”
We settled in the living room and unpacked the food. I popped a few fries in my mouth, chewing happily.
“I didn’t have time to eat after I left your place,” I told him. “My stomach growled so loud I thought the guests might hear it.”
“Next time, I’ll make sure you eat before work,” he said, taking a bite of his burger.
“Hey!” Kiki came in smiling, with Noah right behind her. He held a nondescript brown paper bag that I suspected had a bottle of something in it, but he’d been doing well lately so I wasn’t going to say anything. Not in front of Declan anyway.
“Kiki, you know Declan. Noah, this is Declan. Declan, my younger brother.”
The guys shook hands.
“I thought Kiki was yanking my chain about my sister dating Bash James,” Noah told him. “This is epic.”
“Your sister is awesome,” Declan replied. “Why wouldn’t I date her?”
“Right on.” Noah sank into a chair and stole one of my fries.
“Get your own,” I told him, pushing a bag of food in his direction.
“This was really nice of you,” Kiki said, sitting next to Noah and opening the food.
A soft meow made us all look down, and Dunkin, who tended to stay far away from strangers, was standing at Declan’s feet.
“Well, hello, beautiful.” Declan put out his hand and Dunkin delicately sniffed it.
“That’s Dunkin,” I told him. “She typically doesn’t talk to strangers, so you should feel very loved.”
“I do.” Declan chuckled and then reached down to pick up my cat. She settled on his lap like she’d always known him, kneaded his thighs a few times to get comfortable, and then curled up in a little ball.
“I think you have a new friend,” Kiki said, smiling.
“Apparently.” Declan scratched behind her ears and Dunkin started to purr.
“Wow. She might like you even better than she likes me,” I said, laughing.
