Page 34 of Accidental Baby For My Brother’s Best Friend

Locke

Thank God the concert went so well, and thank Los Angeles for having a wealth of attractive women who happen to be into drummers. Distraction is just what I need, and I can fight the urge to look over at Gemma as long as hot blondes are buying me drinks.

Gemma happens to look phenomenal tonight, too, going all out for our show in the city of angels. She’s wearing a floor-length, sea-green dress that’s slit up to her hip on both sides and clings to every curve. The color brings out her eyes and she’s curled her auburn hair so that she damn near looks like a mermaid that’s just gained her legs. Those damn stilettos she loves show off her calves and thighs, and the way those floral tattoos on her right thigh peeks out from that slit in her skirt makes my mouth go dry.

It had been all I could do during the concert not to stare at her dancing in the crowd. I managed to keep myself focused on the music, though, and now, I’ve got plenty to keep me distracted.

That is, until I hear Samuel whoop, a sound that is pretty unusual. Samuel isn’t exactly a wallflower, but he doesn’t exactly party, either, so I look up, a bit concerned. He looks okay, though, not too drunk, standing at the edge of the dance floor and hyping Axel up, who’s dirty dancing with some girl. I laugh a little, but it fades fast when Axel spins her and I see those tiger lilies on her thigh.

I tell myself not to react, tell myself over and over that it doesn’t matter, that I don’t own Gemma Arden, but my caveman brain says something else and I abruptly stand up, nearly knocking a blonde off my lap.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” I mumble, and that’s when I should have stopped. I should have taken that blonde back to the hotel and been done with the night.

I’m not very good at doing what I should, though. Goes with the territory of being a rocker, I guess.

I stalk out onto the dance floor and tap Axel on the shoulder, twice, hard.

Axel turns, giving me a surprised look so dramatic that it almost looks fake. Axel’s always dramatic, though, so I don’t think much of it.

“What’s up?”

“I’m cutting in,” I bark, and Axel grins sheepishly and steps aside.

Gemma looks up at me, her auburn hair slightly mussed, sweat beading between her breasts. She pouts at me and I want to bite that full bottom lip.

“I was having fun,” she whines, but she doesn’t sound drunk, not like last night.

“I’m more fun than he is,” I growl, and she giggles softly and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Yeah? Guess you better prove it.”

Fuck.She’s cute and sassy and she looks amazing. How am I supposed to say no to that? I’m not even much of a dancer, but now I’ve got to prove myself.

It’s fine.I think.It’s just a dance. She said never again, right?

* * *

An hour later, I check into a Best Western ten miles from the venue under the name James Hendrix. They only have a suite available with a kitchenette, but I would have taken a bare mattress on the floor to get my hands under that dress.

The moment we step into the room, her tugging my hand as if she can’t wait, I twirl her toward me and kiss her hard, hefting her up by her ass and thighs and depositing her on the small dining room table in the suite, moving my hands to knead the flesh of her thighs. She drags her nails across my shoulders and I groan.

“Kiss me,” she pouts, pointing at her lips cutely, and I grin up at her as I kneel on the floor.

“Oh, I will, little bit. Just not there.”

I slide my hands under her thick thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table. She cries out and it’s an almost guttural sound that makes my jeans feel even tighter. I’m glad that I didn’t drink much back at the bar, glad that I will remember this scene vividly tomorrow morning, because Gemma’s body is fuckingperfect,and I tell her as much.

“Shut up and-” she doesn’t finish because I press my mouth against her sex and she gasps out my name, and that’s a sound I’ll replay over the coming weeks. She tastes like sweet musk and all my filthiest dreams.

I moan against her and she clenches her thighs around my head as I knead her ass with my hands, supple beneath my palms. If I had been told to mold a woman with my perfect body type, it would be Gemma, with her thick thighs and firm ass with just a slight jiggle, her slim waist and small, pert breasts.

I slide a finger inside her, and then two, as my lips wrap around her bud. She clenches around them, making my cock ache. I remember how tight and slick she’d felt around me, that is the one vivid memory that I have of the other night. She cries out my name when she comes and I can’t wait any longer.

When we’d ended up kissing in the alley outside the venue, I’d told myself that I’d take my time with Gemma tonight, since it was likely that we’d never do this again.

That doesn’t happen, though, because she’s so gorgeous and she tastes so good; I can’t wait to have her, standing up. Gemma whines when my fingers slide out of her.

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