Page 6 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

Like her on my bed, under me. Like her squirming free of her clothes, and then squirming beneath me for a whole different reason.

It was like my dick knew it was still free, because it twitched at that thought. It had grown harder and harder from the second I’d started kissing her; I couldn’t help it. Angel was beautiful, but it was more than that. It was like she was the last thing the universe was throwing at me to try to get me to stay in Black Sacrament.

After all, why leave when she was here? Why leave when this was what we could do in our downtime? Go on tour, play our shows, go back to our hotel room and get lost in each other. Relive the high we felt on stage when it was just the two of us.

But it would never be just the two of us, because Priest and Bishop liked this girl, too, and from the way she’d looked at me when I’d told her to stop playing with them, I’d say she liked them, too.

What a big fucking mess this was turning out to be. Ramona should’ve guessed none of us could keep it in our pants when it came to a girl like this.

Angel moaned into the kiss when I ground my midsection against her, wordlessly showing her just how hard she made me. As much as I wanted to hate her, I couldn’t. The only thing I could seem to do was want her.

And I did. I wanted her every which way.

I managed to tear my mouth off hers to ask, “What are you doing to me?” The real question was what was she doing to all of us? Because I’d never seen Priest act so petty when it came to a girl before, and Bishop never let himself get worked up when it came to girls, not even the ones that threw themselves at him.

We were Black Sacrament. Pretty well-known now. Even if we weren’t famous on the scene, we’d still be in a band, and that was pussy kryptonite. I’d never really cared to dip my dick in every set of legs that would spread for me. I was no virgin, but I had to really be feeling it with the girl to want to fuck.

And when it came to Angel? Let’s just say all other girls ceased to exist in my head. I couldn’t even think about hooking up with other girls. I couldn’t look at anybody else. I didn’t want to. Why would I, when Angel was right there?

Angel never answered me, possibly because I returned my mouth to hers and didn’t give her the chance. I kissed her roughly, grinding my hard length against her body,wishing the guys weren’t around. She made it so damned hard to think straight.

As if it was fate telling me‘Not today,’I heard Priest call out in the hall, “Ramona’s on her way over.” I was intent on ignoring him, until I heard my door open and Priest saw us. He leaned on the door handle, gray eyes instantly zeroing in on us and our position, how my body pinned Angel’s against the wall, my hands were wrapped around that tiny neck of hers.

Though it was a herculean effort, I pulled my mouth off hers so I could glare at Priest.

Priest’s face was torn between a knowing smirk and envy. “Huh,” he said, eyeing us both up. “Interesting. Say, Deacon, is there a reason you’re naked right now? Don’t tell me it’s your way of trying to make her like you more than me and Bishop. I know you got an anaconda under the hood, but do you know how to use it?”

If anything was a mood killer, it was Priest. Ironic, given how sex-crazed he usually was. Again, that was something that had changed with Angel’s addition to the group. It made me wonder if Priest had liked her for a while.

“Shut up,” I hissed out, annoyed at the intrusion. I didn’t step away from Angel, though. I couldn’t. Not with Priest watching. Not with how hard I currently was. My erection would be on full display to both Priest and Angel—and I was only okay with one of them seeing it. Normally I wouldn’t give a shit, but after everything, I was more riled up than usual.

“I mean, I could always give a demonstration,” Priest went on, still not getting the hint he wasn’t wanted. “Show you both how—”

“Priest, get the fuck out of here,” I growled out as I shot him another glare.

Priest threw up his hands as if I was about to attack him or something. “Fine, fine. But Ramona is on her way, and call me psychic, but I don’t think she’d appreciate seeing your naked ass pinning Angel to the wall.” He shrugged, as if that was that, and then walked away.

Honestly, I thought he’d throw a bigger fit, but maybe he’d cooled off after last night’s fiasco. Kissing Angel on stage, in front of that audience. Come on. Didn’t he realize that was a terrible idea? Ramona was only coming so she could go over damage control with us.

And here I thought we’d be done with damage control after booting Pope.

Once Priest was gone, I turned my eyes back to Angel, who was already watching me. Her head tilted back against the wall, her neck still quite snug in my hands; her lips were parted, a little redder than normal after our fierce mini make-out.

Fuck. She really was gorgeous.

“I guess we should go out there,” she spoke the words, and I could feel her throat moving under my hands, such a peculiar sensation.

“You’re probably right,” I whispered.

“That means you have to let me go.”

I sighed. That was what that meant. I just didn’t want to. Loosening my hands around her neck felt like the worst mistake I could make right now. Letting her go when I just now had her where I wanted her… I’d be an idiot to step away.

But extenuating circumstances and all that shit pretty much demanded it, so I did just that. My hands fell from her neck, and I took a step back, my cock still hard. My balls ached with a need to release, but I’d have to dutifully ignore the urge.

Angel straightened herself out, smoothing out her clothes and fixing her hair. Those pretty blue eyes of hers were on me when she told me, “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you should quit the band. I think they’d be lost without you.” She got quiet before adding, “And I would be, too.” And then she gave me the tiniest of smiles before slipping out of my room.

Once she was gone, I let out the breath I was holding. My nerves were shaky a bit, like I’d just gotten high off her and had to come down. The crash after the high was worth it when it came to Angel; I’d take a thousand crashes if it meant I got to feel those lips on mine again.

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