Page 13 of Starstruck
Parker turns to cash us out and make our drinks.
“So, drinking on a Monday, huh?” Baxter asks.
I huff a laugh. “You’re doing the same, so you can’t judge. And after how that hearing went, can you really blame me?”
He hums, taking a sip of the drink placed in front of him. “Nope. That’s why I’m here, too. Figured a drink and a woman were the easiest way to forget about that shitshow.”
“Tell me about it.” I take a sip of mine as well. “What were you doing there anyway?”
He grinds his jaw. “Same reason as everyone else.”
I eye him, getting the sense there’s more to that statement, but he changes the subject.
“Sorry about your parents, by the way. It blows.”
“Mhm,” I mumble. “I would really rather not talk about them today.”
We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the tension between us so thick it could be cut with a knife.
When I’ve finally had enough of the small talk, I gulp down the remainder of my drink and turn to him again. “So, you ready to make good on that promise, or what?”
[5 ]
CLOSEST TO HEAVEN
BAXTER
“IRIS” BY GOO GOO DOLLS
“Ohfuck, Baxter,” Lennon moans as I flick my tongue against her clit.
She’s sitting on the counter of the bar bathroom, her legs slung over my shoulders and my arms pinning them open as I go to town on her pussy. Her dress is pushed up by her curvy hips, and the tights she was wearing have been ripped for easy access—which I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty about.
She slides her fingers into my hair as I slide one of mine into her opening. “Oh, my god,” she exclaims as I tip it up to hit that perfect spot inside of her, holding it there. I pull it back out slowly, watching her contract around it before repeating the motion, adding a second one. She’s dripping, and my cock grows harder in my jeans as I admire the view in front of me.
She whimpers as she leans back, pushing herself closer to me as I suck her clit into my mouth simultaneously. I continue the motions, appreciating the feeling of her—wet on my fingers and hot on my tongue—until her pussy begins to tighten. She clawsher perfectly manicured nails into my scalp as my teeth graze her clit and she yelps, her core clenching as the orgasm hits her like a freight train.
Her legs shake as I slip my fingers out and look up at her. She meets my lust-filled gaze with one of her own, her chest rising and falling in an effort to catch her breath. Her eyes track my movements as I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean.
Her breath catches as I moan.
“Mmm, Lennon,” I start as I pull my finger out with apop, a smirk tugging on my lips. “You taste so fucking good. Like trouble.” Moving between her legs, my eyes find hers. “Youaretrouble, aren’t you?”
Her expression falls, and she averts her gaze. “Not the fun kind,” she murmurs, barely audible.
My brows pull together. “I don’t know about that—I’d say what we just did was pretty fun.”
A pink blush creeps up her neck into her cheeks. “Yeah,” she says, her voice breathy. Steeling her expression, she adds, “But, you know, I really expected more.” She catches her bottom lip between her teeth.
My face hovering inches from hers, I place a hand at the pulse point on her neck, pulling her lip free with my thumb. I shove it in between her teeth, and she closes her lips around it, teasing the pad with her tongue. I groan, imagining her mouth wrapped around my cock instead.
“And you really should know better than to insult a guitarist’s hands,Trouble.”
Her eyes lock on mine, and we stay like that, frozen for a moment. I knew she was beautiful when I saw her at the funeral from a distance, but up close?Fuck, she’s breathtaking. I can see the flecks of gold in her eyes framed by long, black eyelashes. The light freckles lining her cheeks. Her perfectly pouty lips.
I’m not the kind of man to fall to his knees for a woman, but she could make me.
Fuck, she already did.
