Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,9
Her pupils dilate, emphasizing the green rim of her incredibly beautiful eyes.
“Us.”
“I see you finally admit there is an us.” She peeks up at me through the thick fringe of her lashes. Shit, that’s fucking sexy.
“Don’t push your luck.” I can’t help but snicker.
She totally has me wrapped around her finger and doesn’t understand how much power she holds.
“Let’s start with your dad.”
“Ugh.” She completes a dramatic eye roll with a pretty little snort at the end. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
“We need to.”
“What’s there to say? I can see whomever I want, and sleep with whomever I want. He’s not the boss of me.”
“This kind of thing, it can break a band.” Impossible to believe I’m actually considering doing this behind the guys’ backs. Hell, there’s no considering. I pushed right past that obstacle. This is happening.
“So, we don’t tell him.” She says it like it’s going to be a walk in the park.
“We live in the same house. You think nobody is going to notice we’re fucking?”
“I’m not an idiot. I can keep my hands to myself.”
“And how about the way you look at me? With those mushy eyes.”
“Mushy?”
“Googly eyes.”
“I don’t have googly eyes. Jeez, you think I can’t keep this a secret? And as for googly eyes, yours are positively sinful. They smolder.”
“Smolder?”
“When you look at me. I can feel the heat from across the room. You think no one’s going to notice when you look at me with your fuck-me eyes?”
“Fuck-me eyes?”
“Yeah, devastatingly handsome, with no regard for what anyone thinks. You look at me differently than any of the others.”
“I hope so.” I can’t help but laugh. “I don’t want to fuck any of the guys.”
“I wasn’t talking about them. I was talking about Skye and Holly and Piper and Mitzy and…”
“First off, they belong to my buddies. I don’t take what’s not mine. Second, that’s gross. Third, the chick brigade is part of my family. They’re like little sisters to me.”
“Exactly, when you look at me, it’s different. Can you keep us a secret?” She throws my words back at me, trying her hardest to prove she’s more experienced than she is.
“I asked first.”
She bites her lower lip and looks up at me through her thick lashes. So fucking gorgeous. My cock takes notice, growing long and hard again. This is such a bad idea.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“If you ever actually get around to fucking me. It’s been a really loooong year waiting for you.”
“Tell me about it.” I tug at the hoop piercing my lower lip. “Talk about blue balls.”
Everything about this is a bad idea, but here I am. Holding Bash’s daughter in my arms and talking about sex. It almost violates my moral principles, if I had any. Noodles says I’m a hedonist, driven to seek pleasure above all else. Not sure that I disagree with him.
Reality is setting in, slowly at first, then rushing full speed ahead.
Bash isn’t going to kill me. He’s going to gut me, dismember me, and nobody will know where my body’s buried.
The thing about Bash is, he and I, along with the rest of the guys, share a history. A history filled with backstage, post-concert orgies.
Contests based around fucking.
There was a time when we lived the high life, indulging in everything and anything under the sun. Nothing was off-limits. And Bash knows I have very few limits.
For the most part, we steered clear of the drugs, but booze and sex were free-for-alls. He knows exactly what I’ll be doing with his daughter. He’s watched me do it to hundreds of girls throughout the years. He also knows I love living on the edge. My tastes run dark, and he knows about the piercing in my dick.
Shit.
“We need to talk.” I release her, but she’s not ready to go. Angel loops her hands around my neck and lifts on tiptoe.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her body sways into mine, brushing right against my hard, rigid length. With effort, I drag my eyes away only to choke when she rocks her pelvis against me. “I want you to kiss me.” There she goes, nibbling on her lower lip. “Then, I want you to fuck me.”
“Stop that.” My body jerks, and I almost lose it like a thirteen-year-old virgin. This woman does things to me. I’m too eager. Too aroused. My control slips when I’m with her. That can’t happen.
“Stop, what?” Her impish expression stirs something carnal within me.
“You know what.” My cock twitches with the stimulation.