Page 76 of Broken Bridges

She dropped her purse on top of the stack of speakers, reached for my jeans, and unbuckled the belt. “Watching you on stage is such a turn-on.” She yanked my boxer briefs down, grabbed my cock, and rubbed me up and down. Oh, geez.

“Everything about you drives me crazy.” I slid my hand down her chest and squeezed her breast but headed straight for her skirt. This was a quickie, right? I grabbed the fabric and drew it upwards. Teasing my fingers across the front of her panties, I rubbed her up and down. Damn, her panties were wet. “Fuck, I want you. Have you got a condom? That’s not something I carry on stage.”

“Here.” She dug into her purse, tore one off a strip, and handed it to me.

“Were you expecting a lot of action?” I raised an eyebrow as I ripped open the packet and rolled the rubber on.

“Hell yeah. I’m not just here for Cole’s birthday.” She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled my lips to hers. “Get inside me, now.”

I moaned against her lips. “You are dangerous, aren’t you?” Falling to my knees, I tore her panties off over her ankles and tossed them on her purse. As I stood, I dragged her skirt with me and held it near her hip. I took hold of my cock in my other hand and buried myself inside her. Oh...yes. Heat coiled up my spine and rippled across my skin. “Fuck, you feel good.”

She threaded her fingers into my hair and kissed the side of my neck. “Lew, we have to be quick.”

The high from performing and having her here shot a fresh wave of heat through my veins. I thrust into her slowly for all of five seconds before manic lust took over. As I kissed her, I pounded and pummeled into her. Hard and deep. Fast and frenzied. Curling my hand around her raised thigh, I drove into her, pinning her against the wall. Her wet warmth and clenched muscles around my cock made me harder and harder.

Fire skipped through my veins.

My heart thundered against hers.

Our panting breaths were hot enough to set off the alarms.

“Lewis.” She dug her claws into my shoulders. Her eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck. I’m gonna come. Seriously. Oh. Shit. You got me.”

Smiling against her lips, I thrust into her again and again. There was nothing as exhilarating as fucking after a show. The rush of adrenaline and surge of endorphins were intoxicating. The madness of being with Tia enhanced the vibe. As she convulsed and shuddered in my arms, I pumped my own release into her. Oh...yeah! Grinding into her, I rode out the high, savoring each blissful jolt and shock coursing through my body, my bones, and my blood. I kissed her sweet lips, stroked her silky hair. “Hmm...that was a good quick fuck.”

Cupping my cheek, she giggled. “It was. But we better go. We can’t get caught.” She grabbed a packet of tissues from her purse for me to dispose of the condom and for her to clean up.

I tucked my dick back into my boxer briefs and rezipped my jeans. I glanced at the door. Shit! I hoped we hadn’t been too loud.

“I’m down for doing that anytime.” She tugged on her panties and straightened her skirt. With a mischievous smile, she stole another kiss. “So hot. But go. I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“Okay. See you soon.” My head still spun as I slipped out of the room first. At a run, I took off down the hall and rushed into the dressing room. The guys had just finished showering and dressing in fresh clothes. “I’m back.”

“He’d better have been worth it.” Cole chuckled and jerked his chin toward the bathroom. “Hurry up. We’ll wait for you.”

Guilt and heaven crashed through me as I grabbed my bag and dashed into the shower. This sneaking around had better be worth it. So far, so good.

I freshened up, then headed out to the venue’s bar with the guys to mingle with the fans. Being asked to autograph merchandise, sign T-shirts, and have selfies with people added a new high to being with The Flintlocks. Security was always nearby, keeping an eye on our safety. It took us more than an hour to join our group at the cordoned off area at the far end of the bar for drinks.

At a table, Blake poured shots of vodka for everyone, then handed them out. He raised his glass to Cole. “Happy birthday. May we rock on. Party hard. Keep making hits. Cheers.”

I downed my shot. Tonight was the first time I’d seen Blake let his hair down. His Texan accent drawled even more with a few drinks under his belt. Just before midnight, April brought out a huge birthday cake and we sang “Happy Birthday” to Cole. Our entire entourage and crew of twenty people had filled two tables with empty beer bottles and stacks of used shot glasses. Everyone danced and chatted, swayed and staggered on their feet. Including me.

Not wanting to draw attention, I kept my distance from Tia. But the little smiles and winks we threw at each other made the evening entertaining.

Near one a.m., after too many shots, I sat at a bar table with Slip, downing a couple of fresh, icy-cold beers. Just being in the same room as Tia made my balls ache for more action. Maybe it was the unleashed flurry of having sex again after so many dry months, or the notion that sex with a woman was new and intriguing, but I had to find a way to get her alone again. I took a sip of my beer. The bitter taste tingled my tongue, but it didn’t quench my thirst. My new thirst for Tia. My eyes were on her as she talked to Gena and our tech crew, and the buzz of alcohol barreled through my body. Without diverting my gaze, I spoke to Slip. “Have you ever wanted to bury yourself inside someone so bad it hurts?”

“Are we talking on an hourly, daily, or weekly basis?”

I followed his tortured gaze toward Maddy. “How long have you two been getting it on?”

“What?” His brows pinched together.

“You and Maddy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shook his head slowly, swiveling his glass to and fro on the table.

“Dude, it’s pretty fucking obvious.”

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