One More Time - Ali Parker Page 0,8

needed was for her to go running to the press with the headline, “Caleb Larsen says the end is in sight for Destitute”. We had to stop talking, or she had to get the fuck out of here. I closed the distance between us, planting one hand on her hip and the other lightly on her neck.

“I’m not saying it will be. I’m just saying it could be. If you came over here to try to figure me out or learn shit about me, you’re here for the wrong reasons, and you should leave now.”

My dick was already reacting to her clean, feminine scent and the way her tits pushed up against my chest, her nipples digging into me through her bra and our clothes. But if she didn’t know what the score was, he was staying in my pants until she left. Then I’d deal with it myself.

Thankfully, Missy’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, and she shook her head. “I’m not here for the wrong reasons. I’m here to fuck you, Caleb Larsen. Is that an acceptable reason for being here?”

“Absolutely.” Without giving myself time to overthink the fact that she wanted to fuck Caleb Larsen, lead guitarist of Destitute, not just Caleb, I had her panties on the floor and her legs spread wide open on my kitchen counter.

She was glistening wet and swollen for me, exactly what I’d been looking for earlier. Attempt at conversation clearly forgotten as soon as I started touching her, Missy writhed and moaned and came twice on my fingers before I finally sheathed myself and thrust into her.

“Christ, Missy,” I grunted when I hit home. Some of the other guys hardly ever bothered with the names of the chicks they fucked. I could never bring myself to cheapen the act quite that much. While I probably wouldn’t remember her name in a couple of days, at least I knew it now.

I lost myself in the familiar rhythm of sex, the pants, the grunts, the telltale spasming of her velvety walls around my cock. Once she’d shouted my name so loudly that my ears rang, I surrendered to the burst of heat at the base of my spine, feeling my balls tighten as my dick twitched and I emptied myself into the condom.

Missy propped herself up with her elbows on the kitchen counter, breathing heavily and smiling at me after I’d taken care of the condom. We’d never even gotten around to completely removing her dress, now crumbled up at her waist.

“Wow, you’re amazing at that.”

“Thanks,” I said. I hated this part, the after part. The part where I realized that even though the sex was fine, good even, and even though I’d gotten off, I still felt empty.

It was the same way it’d been since—No. Nope. I wasn’t going there. Instead, I muttered about having to get back to my home studio and saw Missy out.

Watching her drive away, I wondered if I should’ve asked her to stay. But no, nothing good would have come from that. I learned that a long time ago. There was a reason I only did one-night stands, why girls like Missy could never be invited to stay.

No.

One-night stands was it for me. Elizabeth had made fucking sure of that.

Chapter 4

Kelly

The start of November was holding true as the start of the rainy season in Los Angeles. Raindrops splattered against the windows of the ballroom where the Destitute press conference was being held, completely drowned out by the din of the crowd, the flashing of bulbs, and finally, the roar when the guys came out onto the makeshift stage.

The sky outside was gray and dreary, but inside here, it was bright and loud. Intros to some of the new Destitute songs played as the band took their seats, with Alicia settling in behind a podium at the far end of the stage.

The men of Destitute were all dressed in black, with the exception of Nick who was wearing a forest green Henley that brought out the flecks of green in his eyes. Jared wore sunglasses, even though we were indoors, but given the amount of cameras in the room, I couldn’t entirely blame him.

As soon as he took the stage, I could see that he was in full-on “Emperor of Rock” mode, as Alicia called it. She swore he wasn’t like that in private, but that remained to be seen. I’d only caught glimpses of what she called the Real Jared, the one she slept next