Just an Illusion - Unplugged Page 11

  The night passes quickly with lots of shots and laughs. Rieanne killed it as usual, and the expressions on Belle and Mel’s faces are priceless.

  After our song, the hot blonde waves at me and motions for me to come to her table. “You guys were really good.”

  “Thanks. What’s your name?”

  She pats the empty chair next to her, and I take a seat. “Darla, and you’re …”

  “Sawyer, but you already know that, don’t you?”

  “Maybe, but I know how to keep a secret.”

  I’m sure she does. Darla’s pretty, and if she’s willing, she’s exactly the kind of distraction I need tonight. “Well, Darla, my friends are about to sing, and then I’m going to get out of here. Interested in having some fun with me back on my bus?”

  “What kind of fun?” she whispers sensually into my ear.

  “The kind that will have you riding my cock and screaming my name.”

  “Sounds like my kind of fun. I’m in.”

  Belle and Mel are making their way to the stage, and Mel doesn’t look happy. The two of them are pretty drunk; I wonder how well this is actually going to go over. When the music starts, Belle pushes Princess, and I glance back at Noah quickly before turning my attention back to the stage.

  It’s an act; they must have done this song before in a routine of some sort. Belle is horrible. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard someone so God-awful at karaoke before, but Princess? Damn, she’s got pipes and knows how to use them. As I watch them, it’s like everything around me has disappeared. There’s no crowd, no noise, only the two of them and their singing.

  Right now, I don’t care about Noah and Mel’s relationship, all I care about is getting her to sing with me. With us. Noah keeps telling me I should write songs for others, and it’s never really sounded appealing, but fuck … I’d kill to write songs for Mel to sing.

  I turn around to see how the guys are reacting. Each of them and Anna are captivated. I catch Wyatt wincing when Belle sings, but Darren eases the blow by calling out “Yeah baby!” Or maybe he’s trying to be kind by drowning her out. Noah is enraptured, and I can’t say I blame him. If my girl had pipes like that, I don’t even think we’d make it back to the bus before I was fucking her. That voice is a serious turn on with just the right balance of a bluesy, jazz feel.

  Maybe it’s a good thing Joey never got her in the studio. Nothing she would have sung back then could have done that sultry voice justice. Especially not with rock star parents and a boy band leader for a boyfriend. I know music is a touchy subject for her, but one day, the two of us are going to have a serious talk about her musical future.

  When she and Belle finish, I turn to Darla. “Ready, sweetheart?”

  Her eyes glaze over at the fake term of endearment. Sweetheart is all they ever are to me. With that one word, their panties drench, and their eyes glaze over with lust. Every. Single. Time. It seems to make them feel special, and since they’re never getting anything else from me other than a good fuck, I can at least give them that.

  “More than. Let me grab my purse.”

  As we were walking out of the bar, Mel and Anna made some pretty shitty sexual comments to me. I know they’re being protective, but they could have cost me my hookup and I need to get laid. Thankfully, Darla is pretty laid back and they didn’t succeed at wrecking my night.

  “Your friends are …” She grasps for the right word as Mac pulls the car up.

  “It’s okay, you can call them assholes. They’re just looking out for me.”

  Once we’re settled inside, she replies, “You don’t seem like the kind of guy who needs looking out for. Breath mint?” She holds one out to me. Mom always says never turn down a mint; it could be someone’s polite way of letting you know your breath is offensive. After hours of tequila and appetizers, that could be a good possibility.

  “Sure, thanks.” After popping it in my mouth, I practically choke it down. “Are you sure this is a mint? It tastes like shit.”

  Blushing, she pulls out a different tin. “Sorry, those must be the gag gift ones my brother gave me. I didn’t have the heart to take them out of my purse. Here, try this.”

  This one tastes much better and knocks the bitterness out of my mouth. Now I can give her my full attention. As I slide my hand up her thigh, she hums in appreciation. “Everyone needs looking out for every once in a while. I don’t mind it when it comes from people who know me well.”

  Nodding at my response to her earlier question, she laces her fingers in mine. Trying not to be a dick, I count to three before pulling them away. Holding hands isn’t on the menu, not with anyone.

  “What do you do, Darla?”

  I hate making small talk, but I’m not about to devour her in front of Mac. We’re almost back at the bus anyway.

  “I’m the cheer coach at the local high school, and I also teach home ec.”

  That makes so much sense. I’ve learned not to judge women at first glance, but I swear everything about her screams cheerleader. It’s fine with me; that means she’s flexible.

  “Sounds like a fun job.” Mac pulls into the lot where our buses are, and I unsnap my seatbelt and lean across and nip at her neck. Her eyes flutter closed, and I feel her skin heat against my lips. “Want to play naughty teacher with me Ms. …?”

  “Ms. Davis, and hell yeah.”

  Once we’re on the bus, I watch out the window as Mac pulls away and goes back to Sully’s. Anna and Mel’s comments as I was leaving the club are nagging at me. Normally they wouldn’t, but for some reason, I’m sensitive tonight. I swear anger flared in Princess’s eyes when I said I was leaving with Darla. She almost seemed possessive.

  Trying to shake off the sadness that’s beginning to weigh me down, I pull out my phone and turn on some music. After finding “Hot For Teacher” by Van Halen on my phone, I turn it up and pull her close. Her eyes are bright and dancing with happiness.

  “Want a drink?”

  She smiles at me like she has a secret. She’s so fucking cute, I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before now, and she smells incredible. Like bubble gum and sunshine.

  “Sure, whatever you’re having is fine, and some water too, please.”

  “You got it.” I kiss the tip of her nose and go into the kitchen. Water sounds fucking amazing right now. So does beer, but tequila is mandatory. After putting the tequila and shot glasses on the table, I go back for the beers and a couple of bottles of water.

  “This tastes so good! What kind of beer is this?” she exclaims, looking at the bottle I just gave her. For some reason, her excitement makes me laugh.

  “It’s only Corona, but it does taste good. Maybe because it’s extra-cold.”

  “That must be it.”

  After placing my empty bottle on the table, she follows suit, and I pull her close again. She lays her head on my chest, and we sway to the thumping music. I’m not even sure what song it is at this point, but it feels good as the music pulsates through my body. The scent of her shampoo is intoxicating, and I lean into her and sniff her hair.

  “Why do you smell so fucking good? I swear I could eat you.”

  She laughs and runs her hands through my hair. The sensation sends goose bumps down my arms. This isn’t chemistry, but it’s something, I just can’t put my finger on it. Until she kisses me. Our lips are like magnets, and her cries of pleasure resonate through my whole body. My dick goes from limp to full-on hard-on at warp speed. Before I know it, her legs are around my waist, and my hands are full of her luscious ass.

  I don’t ever want to stop kissing her. As I make my way to the couch, she bites my lip, and I practically come in my pants. I’m on sensation overload, so I slap her ass, giving her a bit of payback. She throws her head back and grinds against me harder. “Do it again,” she begs as I finally sit with her in my lap.

  Common sense tells me not to, that something is off here, but goddamn it feels good. Instead of spanking her, I squeeze her ass cheeks hard and
pull her tighter to me. She cries out, and I unbutton and unzip her pants. With lightning speed, she jumps off me and kicks off her shoes and lowers her pants. While she’s doing that, I pull my shirt off, and when I look back at her, she’s completely naked.

  “How did you do that so fast?”

  She giggles before answering. “It wasn’t that fast. You stared at me for a while before taking off your shirt.”

  “Yeah, but …”

  She moves her hands to my cock, and I groan, suddenly forgetting everything but how it feels.

  “You need to take your pants off so I can fuck you now.”

  Her boldness is sexy, but when I stand and we’re eye to eye again, it hits me. “You drugged me, didn’t you?”

  “No, baby, I enhanced our sexual experience, that’s all. Drugged is such a strong word. Besides, you can’t tell me you don’t do drugs occasionally. You’re a rock star.”

  Fuck me.

  “I don’t actually, not any … fuck …”

  She’s on her knees, and her mouth is around my dick sucking like a Hoover. Moving my hands to her head, I fuck her mouth hard and fast. I’m already high; I might as well enjoy the ride and figure the rest out later.

  Darla slurps and sucks and moans while she takes every inch of me down her throat. The girl has skills, or maybe it’s the drugs, but whatever it is I’ll take it. She surprises me when she slides her fingers into her pussy and fucks herself while she sucks me off.

  Out of nowhere, Princess pops into my head and I shoot my load down Darla’s throat so fast I don’t even have time to warn her. Not that it would have mattered. She explodes onto her hand as she swallows everything I’m giving her.

  I reach for her hand as she releases my dick from her mouth. I’m still half hard and horny as fuck. Using her cum-coated fingers, I trace them over my lips before lowering my mouth to hers. The mixture of both of our releases is heady, and I’m not sure which one of us is enjoying this kiss more.

  Backing away slowly, I reach down and pick up my pants. After finding a condom, I open it and put it on. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

  “Oh, baby, beds are so boring.” She pushes me backward when I’m not expecting it, and I fall down to the couch cushion. She straddles me and kisses up my chest before pulling my lip ring with her teeth. “I want to fuck you here, in the brightly lit room, so I can watch you fall apart as you fill me with your cock. If you have more condoms, I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass.”

  The thought of taking her in the ass derails any coherent plans of going back to my room. Any thoughts regarding the rules of the bus are quickly forgotten when she slides onto my length and moans my name. She rides me like a stallion, and the time passes in a sexual fugue. I’ve got no clue how long we’ve been going at it. Hours maybe, but it’s like I’ve been given the superpower of infinite fucking. My cock is rock-hard, and my erection doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.

  Time passes in a sensation-filled blur. She moves in all the right ways, makes all the right sounds, and even though I can’t stand when she calls me baby when she whimpers it before coming, I capture her mouth in a kiss I’ll likely never forget.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” she gasps, pulling back from our kiss as she continues riding me, not letting her orgasm slow her down in the least.

  “So are you, sweetheart. I just want to fuck you all night.” I slide a finger through her wetness to get it nice and slick. When I reach around her backside and tease her hole, she tosses her head back and begs.

  “Please, Sawyer, stop teasing me. I want you there.” As soon as my finger breaches her barrier, she slams down on my cock and explodes. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cries, and I slowly remove my finger. I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm, almost afraid of what it will do to me. I’ve never needed to come so fucking bad.

  She rocks onto me harder and faster. I hear her talking, but I’m so lost in my head I don’t truly hear her words. I hear Noah’s, but by then my eyes are locked onto Princess. It’s her I want riding me. It’s her I want detonating on my cock. It’s her I want to take me under to the place where pleasure and pain exist together in their own twisted eroticism.

  Mel and Noah disappear, and my attention goes back to the woman riding my cock. “Should I go?”

  This girl has drugged me against my will and caused what will be a huge blowup between Noah and me, but I haven’t been fucked like this in ages, and I’m not getting rid of her now. “Not until I finish you off right by fucking you in the ass.”

  “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say,” she answers, dropping her lips back down to mine.

  Aftermath

  When I wake up, I’m pissed off and confused. I can’t believe that bitch drugged me. Who does that? I’ve got half a mind to call her school and get her ass fired, but I don’t need the publicity, and this would get out.

  Last night, after Mel woke me up from my nightmare, I tossed and turned for hours. Between the anniversary creeping up and the drugs, it’s no wonder I couldn’t escape the bad dreams. She was like an angel appearing out of nowhere. The light pulling me from the dark. How is it one woman can be so strong, so kind, and so fucking patient? Especially with an asshole like me.

  Maybe the drugs enhanced her kindness, but I doubt it. Mel is always doing something nice for us. Whether it’s cooking dinner or just lending an ear, she’s the perfect woman, and when she left my room in the middle of the night, I realized something terrifying. I’m in love with her.

  I’ve never been in a more fucked-up situation in my life. If there’s anything in the world I’m addicted to, it’s her. She’s my drug of choice, and the high I get from being around her is better than any chemical high I’ve ever had.

  It’s now come to the point where I’m counting down to the end of this tour. To a time where I don’t have to watch the stolen glances, the loving caresses, and the utter perfection that is Noah and Amelia. By then I’ll have figured out a way to deal with my feelings for her. Most of all, I hope to have figured out how to be a better brother because, right now, I’m not even worthy of Noah’s love. Then again, I probably never was in the first place.

  My phone vibrates across the table, and I wish I didn’t have to look at it. Today is not going to be a good day. The only good part already happened. Breakfast with Mel.

  Bethie: Meet me outside, we need to talk.

  Without replying, I throw on my shoes and go to meet her. She seems sad when she looks up at me, and after hugging me tightly, she leads us to the bench I was sitting on yesterday.

  “What in the world happened last night, Sawyer? Everyone is pissed and freaking out. You’re about to be called into an intervention.”

  I figured as much, but her words still sting.

  “She drugged me, and by the time I realized what was happening, we were practically fucking.”

  “So you just let it go?! That bitch. Give me her name, Sawyer, so I can go beat her down.”

  With a light laugh, I shake my head. “Down, Cujo. I already thought about getting her fired. She’s a teacher, for fuck’s sake … but I don’t want my shit being publicized. It’s best just to let it go.”

  “The hell it is,” she snaps before taking a long look at me and sighing. “Okay, maybe it is, but still … what a bitch.”

  “Pretty much, and now I’m guessing Noah told everyone I’ve got drug issues again.”

  She hedges, which isn’t like her.

  “Anna … spill it.”

  “Ugh, I hate when you call me that. It makes me feel less loved.”

  “You’re always loved, but it’s your name, and for me, it’s the equivalent of using your middle name. Please tell me what’s going on.”

  We’re looking out at the empty field in front of us. The sun is shining down on us, and there’s not a cloud in the sky. It’s chilly though, even with the sunshine.

  “Noah thinks because you’ve been such an asshole lately that you’ve been using
again,” she says softly.

  Leaning forward with my head in my hands, I take a few deep breaths as I let her words soak in. How can I even be angry with him? I’d probably think the same thing in his position. Someone else sits on the other side of me, and when I look up, Darren is looking down at me.

  “It’s time, Sawyer, you have to tell him. Unless you want to do a stint in rehab.”

  “Maybe that’s precisely what I need to do. Rehab myself away from Mel because loving her is utterly and completely self-destructive.”

  Anna gasps, and Darren pats my shoulder. “Admitting you have a problem is the first step.”

  “Darren,” Anna admonishes, “you’re not helping. And Sawyer, when did you decide you loved her?”

  “That was a hypothetical, Bethie. You did not hear that.”

  Great, now I’m being a dick to my best friend, but she has to keep this secret for me.

  “Fine. Hypothetically speaking, how long?”

  I can’t stand the two of them staring at me like I’m broken or something. “Last night I had some nightmares. They were some of the worst ones I’ve had in years. I couldn’t get out of them. No matter how hard I tried to wake up, I couldn’t. Mel heard, and she … she saved me from them and then stayed with me until I was okay. When I was in her arms, I felt loved. I’m well aware of how much I sound like a girl, but there’s no other way to describe it. I’m not sure I knew until right then how fucked I really am.”

  Darren exhales. “What are you going to do now? If you’re not going to tell him, what is your plan?”

  “To stay away, switch buses here and there, something. I won’t fuck Noah over, not ever again.”

  “Oh, honey.” Anna wraps her arm around my shoulder. “You didn’t fuck him over the first time. All this guilt you carry should be a burden split between the two of you. He didn’t know she was your permanent fuck buddy, and you didn’t know he had feelings for her until it was too late.”

  “She’s right, man, you’ve got to let this shit go.”

  “Hey, guys, Warren wants to see us on our bus. Anna, babe, can you go hang out with the girls on Mel’s bus?” Wyatt bends down to kiss Anna, and Darren and I head toward the bus, giving them a few minutes of alone time. I’m sure this isn’t going to be a quick meeting.