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  I had a hard time taking in a breath. “What do you play?”

  Oh, if he couldn’t tell he had me by the throat, he was an idiot. “I’m the lead singer. But I play bass too.”

  Shit. I was done for. If I had any real weakness, it was for rock stars. Robb had been a drummer for his rock band. His band wasn’t the greatest, but I didn’t care, because they looked so hot onstage. And now I had this sexy semi rock god in front of me, and he was starting to feel like he was mine for the taking. And I was sure Kage’s band was better than Robb’s, even without even hearing them.

  And that was all it took. We engaged in a real conversation focused on music. By the time Jason returned, he knew he didn’t stand a chance with me, because Kage and I had hit it off. As though the shot of tequila wasn’t enough for him to know my interest, I’m sure the way my eyes had glazed over were confirmation.

  “So what kind of rock do you play?”

  “Metalcore.”

  “Oh, my God. You’re yanking my chain!”

  He smiled again. “I’m not.”

  “You are. You must have seen the tattoo on my forehead that branded me a sucker.”

  He started laughing. “Okay, Jessica.” Oh. That sounded like a purr to my ears and I took a deep breath, hoping my eyes didn’t look ravenous. “Tell me some of your favorite bands.”

  “Killswitch Engage.” He nodded. “Asking Alexandria.”

  “Nice. What about The Devil Wears Prada and Blessthefall?”

  “Oh, yeah. They’re both awesome.”

  “They are.” He grabbed his beer mug and finished the drink I’d bought him.

  “My fave, though?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Bullet for My Valentine.”

  He nodded. “I’ve seen them in concert.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, the last time they came to Denver. They’re great live. But I’ve seen Asking Alexandria and Blessthefall in concert too. Nothing like live music.”

  I nodded in agreement, and it was about that time that Jason joined us again. I smiled at him for a brief moment and saw the look on his face—he knew he’d “lost” to Kage. It wasn’t thirty seconds later that Mark and Diesel also returned, and they brought me a beer too. The guys started playing their next game and even invited me to play along, but I knew I’d just complicate matters…although I wouldn’t have minded trying to figure out how to get Kage to help me learn how to play.

  We continued talking about music and the other guys joined in once in a while, but it was mostly just Kage and me, the other guys remaining in their own conversations. It was incredible, because the one constant for me in my life was always music. It was the one thing that had never let me down, had never made promises it couldn’t keep, and it had gotten me through a lot of bad times in my life. So finding that this hot guy felt strongly about music too was icing on the cake. For that brief time, I even forgot for a while that he was married. He was just a guy I was extremely interested in. The feeling was mutual too; I could tell. We got so into our conversation that once or twice one of the other guys had to remind Kage to play his turn. That was odd, because I knew guys liked and needed their bonding time. Of course, I had come along and messed that all up…and it felt like Kage and I had known each other forever.

  It was around ten o’clock when Mark said, “Man, I gotta call it a night.”

  Jason and Diesel agreed.

  Kage said, “It’s not that late, pussies.”

  Diesel said, “Yeah, well, we gotta work in the morning, unlike some guys…”

  “I still work forty hours a week, man. I just do it faster than you.”

  Diesel flipped him off and he grinned again. Yeah, it was a winning smile. I was captivated. After the guys left the bar, telling me it was nice to meet me and then doing guy goodbyes with each other, Kage excused himself to go to the men’s room. First, though, he asked, “You okay to drive?”

  He’d only seen me drink a couple of beers, but I thought it was sweet that he’d ask. I tried to look cute and seductive, puckering out my lower lip a little. “I could drive, but I didn’t bring my car.” I felt better about not lying. I was avoiding using my car at all costs, and Steph dropped me off on her way to Walmart. I figured I could get a ride home from Fay if the plan failed.

  Kage nodded. “Hmm.” And then he was off to the restroom. He’d grown more reserved since his friends had left, and I was bummed, because we’d hit it off so well.

  But I knew—it was now or never. I took a deep breath and slammed what was left of my beer, then walked through the doorway that led to the hall. It wasn’t long before he came out of the men’s room and I got close to him. At least if he turned me down now, I could tell Fay without feeling like a liar that I’d given it my best shot. I’d never been so forward with a man before, but I’d promised to test his resolve. I placed my hand on his chest to stop him from moving forward. “I think we need to get out of here.”

  I was so close to him that I could have felt his breath on my cheek at the right angle. And there was that magnetic pull. I wanted him so badly, even knowing the filthy distasteful facts. But he placed his hands on my shoulders. Oh. This was it. He was getting ready to reject me. Part of me felt a huge weight slide off my back. I could sleep tonight, knowing I hadn’t made him break his sacred vow. And, connection or not, I would get over him. “Look, Jessica, you seem like a nice girl, but there’s something I haven’t told you.” He took a deep breath as if to find his willpower. “I’m married…and I can’t cheat on my wife.”

  I couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. While I felt glad on the one hand and disappointed on the other, I also felt something else: ashamed. I felt like a homewrecking whore, and I dropped my eyes. I couldn’t look in his anymore. His hands were a little too tight around my shoulders, though, and that kept me focused, so when I looked down, I saw that he could probably be persuaded with a little more effort. That magnetic pull I felt toward him? Well, he was feeling it for me too.

  And the greedy side of me, the part that wanted this man worse than I’d ever wanted anyone else, decided to act on that. I got closer to him and got up a little on my tiptoes so I could breathe in his ear. “Your lips say you can’t…but your cock says something else entirely.” And in that second, I cupped his package in my hand. It couldn’t have been any harder. I heard and felt a hot breath of air escape his lips and then he did push me away. I was impressed that he had that kind of willpower, because mine was completely gone.

  Chapter Five

  KAGE STARED AT me for what seemed like minutes, but I know it was only a few intense seconds. I could see the struggle behind his eyes, because I had felt it too. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me, hard and demanding, and I would have thought it would be a relief. Instead, it fueled my fire. He ended the kiss and said, “Yeah, but not here.” He acted like he was out of his mind with furious desire…or maybe it was me. “I know too many people here.” He clenched his jaw together and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “Follow me…but not too close.”

  My body obeyed, because by this point, it wanted and needed him desperately, but my mind was questioning everything, almost worse than before.

  But as I followed him through the crowded bar and out into the cool night air, I could still feel his lips on mine, could yet taste him, and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. I felt like I thought he did, based on the look in his eyes—there was no concentrating, and I couldn’t be distracted from the only thing I wanted.

  He had a truck that might have been black, but it was hard to tell in the dark. He lifted me up on the passenger side seat, and I loved the feel of his hands on my body. Oh…a preview. His hands were firm and a little rough but not too much. He shut the door and walked to the driver’s side, and I looked toward the front of the bar. I kept expecting to see Fay come out the front door, but I was sure she was texting her three girlfriends at any rate.

  And then I felt paranoid…wondering thi
ngs like if she was going to follow us to wherever we would end up and interrupt us mid-fuck. He started driving through the heart of town, so if he intended to screw me in his truck, he’d have to find a more private place to do it. We passed a couple of seedy hotels, so I was beginning to wonder what he had in mind. He got on the freeway, though, and then my mind started to race. And for a second, I wondered if he and his wife were serial killers or something sinister, that I’d just become a willing victim, driven out of desperation to do something I’d never have considered before. I wasn’t getting those vibes, but maybe all the victims of serial killers never had either. I was starting to panic.

  But then he took the next exit off the freeway and soon pulled into the parking lot of a Marriott, and I felt overwhelming relief, first that I was probably safe. More than that, though, this place looked pretty nice, not a dive where we’d get bedbugs like the couple of places he’d already bypassed. Without a word, he found a place to park and walked over to my side of the truck, opening the door and helping me to the ground. We walked inside side by side in silence. He still didn’t touch me—no hand holding, no arm around my waist. I almost smiled thinking about it, because I thought it was pretty obvious what we were planning. I wanted to respect his wishes, though, and I’d let him touch me when he felt ready.

  The clerk asked for his credit card and I acted as nonchalant as I could, looking around the lobby as if I were in no big hurry. Yeah, right. My panties were damp, my muscles taut from neck to ankles. I needed to be touched by this man and soon. I heard him ask if he could pay in cash and the clerk told him he could, but they needed the card on file just in case. His attention to detail left me wondering again if this was something he’d done before.

  I guessed that it didn’t matter, because he was doing it now, so he was guilty. Well, he wasn’t guilty yet…Fay wanted me to make sure he was guilty as hell. And I started feeling bad again, because he and I seemed to share a weird connection, and I felt like I was exploiting it, like I’d found a spark and I’d blown on it to flame it up instead of letting it die out naturally as it should have.

  The clerk asked if he’d need more than one card key and he told her no. I nodded, although the clerk didn’t even look at me. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Youngblood.”

  We got on the elevator and part of me expected him to grab me once the doors closed…but he didn’t. We kept some distance between ourselves, but I could feel something heavy and electric between us and we were going to explode when we touched.

  It wasn’t long before we were walking down the hall, and his gait was faster than it had been walking through the parking lot. I knew he was starting to feel as desperate as I was. He found our room and slid the card into the slot. The tiny LED light turned green and I heard the click as it unlocked. He turned the handle and opened the door. Once inside, he crammed the card into his back pocket and slammed me up against the door. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and I almost gasped, on the verge of an orgasm already. But, for now, he pressed me to the wall, his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me hard. Oh, yes. That was a good kiss. He was a great kisser. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue. I felt no relief, though, and I was glad when he didn’t kiss me for long. His lips moved to my neck while his fingers wrapped around the bottom of my tank top and started pulling it up. God, his hands were warm and firm and demanding. He pulled the tank over my head and I’m not sure where he tossed it, because he was busy kissing the flesh that spilled out of the bra. I felt a little moan constrict my throat as his lips explored my skin, lighting it on fire.

  But my own desire took over, and I pushed against him as well so that his back was against the wall diagonal from the door. I kissed him, wanting to taste him again, while my fingers fumbled with the black vest on his torso. I appreciated it because I’d been able to see his inked arms all night long, and that chain hanging from his neck had been driving me crazy. So, just like in my fantasy, I nipped at his neck and then kissed and licked my way down his chain, and down farther as my fingers got the vest open.

  But I didn’t plan to stop there. I had his jeans open in seconds. Just like I’d imagined at the bar, I wanted to taste so much more of him. I felt my pussy tighten again, wanting to wrap itself around his cock, but I had to force myself to wait. I tasted him, and his skin was sweet yet salty, peppered with a little hair as my lips moved farther down his body. His fingers wound through the hair on my head, and I knew he was ready. His fingers felt…intense, for lack of a better word. I reached inside his jeans and discovered he was going commando. I couldn’t tell you why, but I found that to be a huge turn on. I helped him out of his jeans as I dropped to my knees, and I saw no reason to wait. I touched him with my tongue and heard him let out a loud breath of air. Oh, he was lovely. The sight of a cock doesn’t do much for me, but feeling one gets me excited. That night, though, even the way his cock looked was a turn on. It wasn’t the size, because he wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t a disappointment either. Sure, it was big and veiny, but maybe it was how hard he was. That was for me. And his reaction to my touch didn’t hurt either. My panties were soaked, ready for him, but I could wait…if I even got my chance. Tonight wasn’t about me. It was about him…and about getting his ass in hot water.

  That thought pulled me out of my enjoyment. Suddenly, I realized that my boots felt a little snug around my knees, and my brow was a little warm. But then I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth. He was already close and he let out a low groan. His enjoyment pulled me back into the moment, and I was able to disregard the evil I was doing. I kept sucking on his cock, not too hard but not too soft, until I felt him pull back a little bit and let go of my hair. “Jessica.”

  I didn’t let go. “Hmm?” He let out another breath as the vibration from my voice stimulated him.

  “Come here.” I was sure he was calling the whole thing off, and then I believed he had to be the strongest man I’d ever met. I’d never seen a man that close able to simply walk away, but this man continued to surprise me.

  It turned out that I was wrong. When I stood up, he grabbed my head and pulled me in to another kiss. My God, I could get lost in him forever. His lips were magic. He let me go and pressed his forehead into mine. “I need to fuck you.” I looked in his eyes, an aphrodisiac in themselves, and felt the breath leave my body. “I need to fuck you hard, and I’m afraid I’m gonna keep you up all night. I need to get you out of my system, Jessica, because if I don’t…dangerous things will happen.”

  Oh. That shouldn’t have been a turn on, but it was. I had no idea what he meant by those words, but I knew then that I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything else. I wanted to feel him however he wanted. I swallowed hard, searching his eyes. I nodded, breathless, and wrapped my arms around him as his hands lifted me up and around his body.

  He walked over to the bed and set me down. So far, he was being gentle. Where was this aggressive, dangerous man who’d threatened to ravish me? He was hovering over me, and he slid his hand up my skirt. He yanked my panties down and then shoved his hand between my legs. I gasped, my senses heightened. He touched me and I thought I would come with just one more stroke. “Jesus.” There was no question I was ready. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and in seconds had a condom in hand. I didn’t know how he was maintaining such control, but I was grateful.

  And then he slid inside me and I cried out. Ooooooh…I don’t know that I’d ever felt that filled, that satisfied from a man’s cock before. It was delicious. I didn’t care if I came at that point or not, because the sensations I was experiencing were good enough. “Mmm…God.”

  “Jesus…you feel incredible.”

  I gasped, unable to talk. He pulled out then and I thought I would cry. He hadn’t come, though, so I wasn’t sure what he was doing. Why was he teasing me? He rolled over and sat up, then patted his thighs. He wanted me to sit on his lap. So I did, and I wrapped my legs around his back. Oh, that was hot and more intimate than I e
ver would have expected sex with a near stranger to be. It didn’t take long before we got in a rhythm, and he kissed me again…slowly, luxuriously. I inhaled a sharp breath and then I knew just one or two more strokes and I’d be a goner. I gasped once and then…whew…then one of the most incredible orgasms I had ever experienced washed over me, flooded me with endorphins and left me reeling, feeling weak and unable to stop spasming. My legs clenched around him, squeezing his cock, urging him to let go with me.

  Yeah, and I’m pretty sure his name came out of my mouth once or twice too.

  Then he came as well. He moaned, his lips open on my neck just behind my ear, his hands holding me on the small of my back. He let out a breath and then held me tightly, as though I were his only connection to the world. I don’t know that I’d ever felt that close to any man after making love to him. It made no sense, none whatsoever. I was near tears, and it was even worse when I realized that I’d just jeopardized his marriage, and I’d done it for a few hundred dollars.

  I felt like Judas.

  Chapter Six

  AFTER WE MADE love the first time, we stayed in the same position, like a full-body hug, wrapped in each other’s arms for minutes, almost afraid to let go. I pushed the dirty deed out of my mind, because when I forgot about that, I instead relished that I felt like I’d had an almost religious experience. This man was someone special, and I was starting to think maybe his wife didn’t appreciate him.

  But I knew too that I didn’t know the whole story and should withhold judgment.

  Still…I couldn’t ignore the strength of the emotions flowing through me. Something was going on here, something more than just sex. I felt something on a whole other level, something more than simple lust.

  Finally, he looked at me and touched my face. He was overwhelmed too, and I only figured it out because he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just kissed me. I finally unwrapped my legs from around him. He removed the condom and then lay back, holding out his arms to embrace me.