Page 16 of Wicked Truths

I take a step back. He looks physically uncomfortable any time he’s in my orbit lately, and it really hurts.

“I’m good,” I tell him.

He leans closer, making his tart, citrus cedar scent flood my nostrils. “You sure? You haven’t eaten all morning, and it seems like we’re going to be stuck here for a while before we get another chance.”

“Bring me back a coke or something?” I ask, taking another step back.

Sullivan frowns. His blue eyes study my face carefully before he finally gives a nod.

“Yeah, I got you.” He spins around, heading off.

I don’t let myself focus too much on the weird ache that fills my stomach as he walks away. I don’t know how to fix this divide between us. I’m miserable without the closeness we used to have. I’ve clearly learned from my mistakes. All I want is our friendship back, but it’s a shit show.

If all goes well with these auditions, we’ll start touring. Only as a mid-show act, but it’ll give Jamen the chance to gauge interest and see if it’s worth signing us to a full-blown contract. We’ll be the ones right before the big ticket show of Trigger Finger with several smaller bands before us.

I try not to obsess about the fact there will be groupies everywhere. An awful shiver runs through my entire body thinking about having to see Sulli with someone else or, even worse, him bringing them on the bus to hook-up.

Jamen and the audio guys head to leave the room, and I finally pull my guitar off, setting it in the stand.

Marcus smirks, pushing his sleeves up and giving me a look. That one is dangerous as hell to both of us. My eyes fly around the room, but I quickly notice we’re alone. He grins, swiping a hand up the front of his shirt and flashing me his abs. He’s such a dick. Or maybe he’s not. It’s so hard to tell, but he always seems to know just how to distract me when I need it the most.

ChapterFive

Oakley

“Shut up and face the wall,” Marcus growls. He already has his belt open, and he’s wiggling down the zipper on his tight-ass jeans. “You’re perfuming again, princess. This is going to be a problem. People are going to start to notice.”

“Yeah,” I grumble, pulling up the hem of my dress until it’s around my hips. “Fuck me and it’ll settle down.”

“Talk back and I’ll be forced to shove you down on your knees and come all over your face after you’re done worshiping me with that frisky tongue.” I can hear the smile in his voice. He loves tormenting me. I think he gets off on knowing I need this, meaning I needhim.

“Are you going to get on with it?” I ask, peeking at him over my shoulder. His black wavy hair used to be nearly to his shoulders, but he cut it recently. The top of his head still has long dark wavy hair, but the back and side are shaved close. His snake bite piercings glint in the low light.

“I can’t knot you here,” he muses, running his hands over the globes of my ass. “We’ve gotta be quick unless you want your boyfriend to come looking.”

“Screw off,” I snap, glaring at him over my shoulder.

“We both know he’s why you let me fuck you like you’re my dirty little secret.” He smirks, biting his lip. He’s grown out his stubble, and it definitely qualifies as a short beard. It’s hot as hell on him. “You know I don’t even like you, but you still let me ram my cock up your deliciously snug little cunt.”

He’s such an asshole, but his hands are tender as he slides my panties down and helps me out of them.

“Better keep it down, dirty girl. Otherwise, I’ll have to shove these in your mouth. We almost got busted last time we were in here all because you were begging too damn loud,” he taunts, shoving my panties in his back pocket. “Fucking hell, you do smell slick.”

“I am,” I grind out through clenched teeth. “So, if you could get on with this then I’d really freaking appreciate it. We have an audition to get back to.”

His right hand pulls my head back as his left lands on my ass a few times. My cheeks heat, and I have to bite my lip to keep from pleading for him.

I know he’ll give me what I need. He always does. He just likes tormenting me first.

“Beg for me,” he murmurs, licking my cheek as he bounces his free hand on my sore ass.

“No.” I shake my head.

“Unless you’re begging, my cock isn’t getting hard. Not foryou.” He laughs against my throat as he bites painfully. I always forget what an asshole he is during the light of day. He says the words, but we both know it’s a lie. His dick is stiff and huge against my ass.

“Please?” I whisper.

“Please, what?” he taunts, wrapping his hand around my hip to tease my clit.

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