The inside of the trailer was empty. I figured it must have been meant for some of the crew, all of which were now inside Belly Up. There was little to see but some fold-up chairs, a small card table, and leftover coffee and snacks on the counter.
The sharp 'click' behind me was a warning. Twisting, I saw Drezden's fingers leave the locking bolt. No one could get inside anymore.
I was trapped with Drezden Halifax.
He's going to wreck me before the show! The realization was chilling. There's no way I can play after he's through with me, he'll rip me to shreds, I'll forget the songs!
The word 'wait' was on my tongue.
The answer of 'no' poured from his eyes.
He shoved me against the trailer wall, the building vibrated from impact; I vibrated. The marrow in my bones shook with my fear, but also my anticipation. Even if I knew it was a bad idea to do this, I still wanted him.
Where the kiss started, I couldn't say. The ending was what mattered; it was what allowed me to finally breathe. “Drez,” I said weakly, searching his face for clarity. “Wait, hold on, we can't—the show will start soon!”
“They don't need us for the start.”
“But I want to see my brother play!”
“And I,” the singer murmured, “Want you.” Gripping my middle, he slid his palms down until they met the top of my jeans. His thumbs hooked in, sandwiching between the denim and my skin.
I endured a flutter of pleasure. It forced my head back, my eyes shutting. If he keeps going, I won't be able to resist him. And then I'll miss Barbed Fire. Suddenly, I understood what was happening.
It hit me hard, left me cold under Drezden's expert fingers.
He's making me choose between him... and Sean. Since my brother had played his first show at school, I'd watched every single one of his performances. When he started bringing me along to help at shows, I'd jumped in whole-hog.
That was how I'd gotten my first taste of Four and a Half Headstones. Their music had turned my life around; Drezden's lyrics had soothed my soul.
And now, the man who crafted that music? Lifting my chin, I stared into his acid-green eyes. He's right here, making me pick between him—the guy I'm falling for—or the brother who's supported me from the start.
My lips spread, preparing to say something—anything—that would free me from Drezden's spell. His fingers closed on my bottom lip, peeled it down, exposed the sensitive inside. His agile tongue slid side to side, tasting the soft flesh until I forgot what I was even doing.
He has me, I thought in the distant ocean of my mind. He has me, and he knows it. There was a hint of something wicked and cruel in how Drezden was kissing me. If it was possible to taste triumph, it was leaking from him.
“Take off your bra,” he said against my temple. Reaching behind, I fumbled until I'd done so. He didn't ask me to remove my shirt, but I reached down to do it anyway. “No, don't.” One firm palm on my elbow halted me. “Leave it on, just slide your bra out.”
Baffled by his insistence, I tugged the straps down my arms, the piece of lingerie tumbling to the floor. He coiled his grip in my thin shirt, tightening it until it strained over my breasts. My already aching nipples were outlined like perfect, tiny pieces of candy. Drez's hungry mouth descended, rubbing over the cloth, sending convulsions straight down to my calves.
It should have been impossible; he'd managed to make my skin more sensitive by not exposing it. Closing my eyes, my head tilted back against the wall. Open mouthed, panting, my tongue went dry as my pussy dripped.
Abruptly, he stepped away from me. It took me some time before I could collect myself enough to look at him, painfully aware of my rock-hard nipples, how flushed my face must be. Drez wore a hard smirk, his fingers offering something small and square to me.
A condom, I realized. "Where did you get it? I thought you were out?" Taking it, my eyes fixed on how casually he unzipped the front of his jeans. The material was tenting from his swollen cock.
“I keep them on the bus. Come here,” he said. Motioning me forward, Drez reached for my wrist. I let him guide me, my heart thumping with uncertainty. “No risks this time, not like this