Hot wired series box set, p.103
Hot Wired Series Box Set, page 103
part #1 of Hot Wired Series
Sugar choked on a laugh. “I can’t see how I’d advance his career.”
“Me neither. If anything, he’ll expand yours. Slay tells me calls are pouring in to book with you, more so than normal. But you know our dad and his passion for conspiracy theories. Nothing will convince him differently, not even your man-candy.”
“He could be a regular guy and Daddy wouldn’t like him.”
“True.” The sound of something like dry dog food being dumped into a bowl came from Luc’s end.
“How’s my baby.” She missed her dog and when she arrived in Nawlins’ she was scheduled to pick up her new baby, a Sphinx kitten. She’d be ready to leave her momma right about the time Sugar returned.
“Spoiled. But that’s not the topic. Sugar, I don’t know how you’re planning to spin your relationship with Derr. People are talking. There’s a site dedicated to your romance and fans are saying it’s all made up and you’re both doing this for the publicity. The truth about your marriage is all over the net.”
“Yeah, I know. We’ve been meeting with Tab—”
“Who’s that?”
“Derr’s agent. Jack came over and we talked about how to handle it.”
“What’d y’all opt for?”
“The truth.”
“Holy mother of god.” Luc whistled low. “You sure that’s wise?”
“I won’t lie about Derr. He’s important to me.”
“His fans will accuse you of using him as your sugar daddy to foster your profession. They’ll never believe you didn’t know who he was or that you really like him.”
“Only because they’re jealous and want him.”
“I didn’t say they weren’t selfish or illogical reasons mixed in with the supposition. They’re fans. They were cruel to Sam and Nessa. Only Fallon seemed to get a pass.”
Stunned at Luc’s knowledge, she asked, “You searched all that on the net?”
“Of course. You’re my sister, my best friend, and I wanted to know what you were getting into. Who I needed to kill so I could plot the size of the hole I had to dig.”
“I love you, Luc.”
“You love me because I’m fan-fucking-tastic.”
***
“How long you been filming?” She asked after hanging up with her twin. Without turning around to identify the crew member she listened to his sandy-footed approach.
“Since your conversation with your dad.” Steve walked to stand beside her.
From the corner of her eye she could see him, but she stared ahead. “You going to use it?”
She thought he shrugged. “Not for me to decide.”
Yeah, yeah, he filmed everything and those higher up decided what went into the final edits. “You know these aren’t the hours Derr allowed for filming.”
“Just because the rock star mogul doesn’t want us inside doesn’t mean I can’t film from outside.”
Her head wrenched around to glare at him. Was that code for he’d filmed them this morning on the sofa? “If you’re outside filming us inside—”
“I wouldn’t violate your trust that way.” He held the camera to his chest with the lens pointed away. Didn’t mean he wasn’t recording audio which could be dubbed in at any point, but she couldn’t see the light glowing red indicating it was on either. “I’ve known you a while now. Are you sure about this guy?”
“You got something against him?”
“No. He’s nice. Didn’t see his down to earth attitude coming when I first learned about him. He’s Hot Wired’s version of a social butterfly. As you’ve seen, he’s open to the paparazzi, invites them in, so they of course love him. That might account for why they’ve not trashed you yet.” Steve looked back at the house. “The fans adore him. Do you know he actually manages his FaceMe page?”
“Yeah, I know. He likes interacting with their fans.” That was one of the things she loved about him. Not a lot of celebrities genuinely loved mingling with their followers.
“Fang is the mysterious one of the band. Jase is the complimentary asshole in the group. Keys is the gentleman rocker born with a silver spoon in his mouth.” Yeah, she knew all of this. Nessa’s nickname for him was ‘Silver spoon’, which had amused her the first time she heard it because it’d sounded more derogatory than like an endearment. “Derr’s all-around loved by everyone. That’s what I’m getting at, Sugar. Out of all the band members, he’s the one the fans will react the worst about if you hurt or use him.”
“You’re worried about me hurting him?” That surprised her.
“No. I’m worried about you ending up with a broken heart. But it won’t matter what happens because you’ll be blamed.”
She stared at Steve a long time trying to figure out the purpose of his warning. “Thanks for the advice. I’d like to be alone now.”
THIRTY-FOUR
SUGAR HAD THOUGHT SHE’D get a moment alone with Derr when Tab, Jack and Dusty left, but no such luck. They’d been infiltrated by his band family once again. Used to family popping in unexpectedly, she’d been happy to see them, but disappointed she couldn’t get her mouth on Derr sooner rather than later.
Nessa had been beaming when Derr opened the door. Followed by her husband, Keys, and the rest of the rowdy band. Must be something in the genetics of Jase and Sam because they came in loud each and every time.
Sugar hugged each of their necks and pinched Jase’s ass.
“Ouch!” Jase jerked away in a dramatic gesture. “Derr, get your girl in line. She’s playing with my ass again.”
“If I was playing with your ass, you wouldn’t be jerking away, but enjoying it. Really, Fallon, get him on a leash.”
“Please excuse my mannerless baby-daddy.” Fallon shook her head like she was put out with Jase, but a touch of a grin curled one corner of her mouth.
When no one was looking, she poked her tongue out at Jase.
“You get me in trouble on purpose,” Jase grouched in a stage-whisper.
“You can handle it.”
He nudged her with his shoulder. “I bet Derr likes your style of hell.”
Lordy, leave it to Jase’s crassness to make her cheeks heat up.
Jase chuckled, but thankfully Sam spoke before Sugar could get her thoughts in order. “So, what were we dragged over here for, Nes?”
Nessa gave Keys a shy peek. His smile was huge.
“I’m going to be a daddy.” Keys rocked on his heels, his chest puffed out, the guy evidently was overjoyed with the coming little one.
Fallon and Sam erupted into squeals and hugged both Keys and Nessa. After a bunch of back slapping and congratulating, and Fallon boohooing over being pregnant together, Nessa popped the cork on some fancy-dancy wine and some sparkling grape juice for her and Fallon, and they toasted to their growing family.
When they were finally alone, Sugar and Derr strolled to the living room.
He plopped onto the sofa and grabbed her hand to draw her down with him. Instead of sitting on his lap, she straddled his thighs and placed a hand on his shoulder, while the other curled around his nape and played with his hair.
“You didn’t seem surprised by Nessa’s announcement.”
“She’d told me a few weeks back. Keys didn’t want kids and she was afraid how he’d react.”
Surprised to hear how Keys formerly felt, she elevated her eyebrows. “He seemed very excited.”
“I knew he’d feel differently once he knew.”
“Do you want kids, Smurf?”
“With you... yeah I do.” That terrified her. He didn’t know her well enough to single her out as the mother of his future children. “Don’t draw away from me, Sugar.” His fingers curled about the back of her neck, his grip firm, a move that normally heated her blood, but tonight it felt like shackles weighing her down. “If you don’t want kids, then we won’t have them. I’m not talking about having them today, tomorrow, or even five years from now, but a maybe at some point if and when you want them.”
“We hardly know each other...” but thinking about herself fat with his child, mmm... she bet a black-headed mini-Derr would be a handful of joy and a handful in general.
“I know you’re the only one for me. I’m waiting on you to make the same decision about me.”
Sugar pushed off him and he let her go. She walked to the edge where the living room met the patio to the beach. Like always, the doors were open, so the ocean kissed her with a salty breeze. Best she could tell none of her crew was outside, and she hoped all were in bed by this late hour.
Wow. Three weeks and he knew he wanted her? Just because she suspected she fell in love with him, it didn’t mean she knew that. How could he be so sure?
“I thought we were going to take this slow?”
“Does this”—he motioned between them with his hand—“feel slow?”
She shook her head because saying no aloud felt like it’d have a bigger impact on her life.
He rested his arms over the back of the sofa. “Come here, Sugar.”
She went to him and straddled his thighs again, not because he’d asked, but because she wanted to be in his atmosphere.
“Thanks to Tab, I have waited all day to make love to you.”
“I’ve waited all day to play with you.”
“We have such different goals.”
“Do we?” She caressed his lips with hers in a feather-light touch. “I loved the way you played with me this morning. Soooo delicious.” She rocked against his dick that already pressed against his jeans. “This mouth of yours...” she licked his bottom lip. “Felt divine on my pussy.”
“Let’s go upstairs.”
“Nah uh. I want you here, where it started this morning.” She bit his jaw and licked along his scruffy neck. “I want to ride you, watch you while I get us off.”
His fingers clenched in her hair. “See to it then, Sugar.”
She kissed him, and their tongues knotted while she ground her pussy against his dick. The delicious contact increased her desire, heating her blood and causing liquid to pool between her thighs, right where she rubbed against him.
Wrapping her fingers in his hair, she tugged his head back and trailed damp kisses along his neck to the hollow of his throat. She sucked on his skin a moment, leaving a red spot that’d be gone by the time they both came. Using the tip of her tongue she traced the tattoo on his neck as she slid her other hand under his shirt, inching the fabric upward, enjoying the smoothness of his skin.
Lifting her head, she pushed his shirt up and he lifted his arms for her to remove the material. Derr wasn’t muscled, clearly, he wasn’t an iron pumping guy, but he ran most mornings with Kallie and she preferred his runner’s build anyway. She’d never been lured by a well-defined, muscled body.
She kissed and fondled his chest, his skin a mixture of hard and soft as she licked and nibbled on his small, flat nipples. He scrunched down on the cushions as she slid to her knees between his open knees. Sugar dragged her teeth across the denim where the imprint of his dick resided. His breath hitched, and his hips jerked just enough she caught the movement. Those noises of his made her wetter.
Eager to behold his dick again, she reached for the waistband of his jeans. Her short view of his cock this morning hadn’t been long enough.
Sugar unhooked his jeans and slid the zipper down. Derr demonstrated his eagerness when he shoved his denims along his thighs enough his cock sprang free. Long, thick and pierced. The straight, black barbell of his apadravya piercing glinted in the dull light.
Wrapping her fingers around his stalk, she leaned forward, sliding her palm along his shaft as she licked his balls.
“Christ.” His hips jerked, and his hand threaded into her hair.
She wouldn’t allow him to guide her blow job. Thankfully he made no attempt to pilot her movements either. Licking along the underside of his cock, she felt his thigh tense beneath her hand. Using her tongue, she toyed with the bottom side of his piercing while she circled the top, fat side with her thumb. She probed his opening, wiping away all the salty precum, and moaned at the first taste of him.
Shifting, she gave him no warning before sucking the head into her mouth. His hiss verified his surprise at the way she took him. Adjusting to the foreign feel of the barbell in her mouth, she played with it for a bit while she rolled his balls in one hand and jerked the base of him with her other. After a moment she adapted to the alien contraption and fit as much of him into her mouth as she could.
“Christ.” Derr threw his head back and his thighs squeezed about her shoulders.
His crown bumped the back of her throat and she gagged, retreated and swallowed him again, taking him a little deeper each time.
He pet her hair, thrumming his fingers through the strands as she slurped and swallowed him. Spit coated his cock, wetting her mouth, but she hadn’t a care for the messiness of her actions, only that he enjoyed her blowjob. By his grunts and groans, he let her experience his pleasure.
“Sugar. Christ fuck.” His grip clenched, stinging her scalp. “Baby, I’m going to blow if you don’t stop.”
Derr sighed, kind of panting his relief, when she removed her mouth from his erection. She grasped his wrists, one in her hair, the other anchored on her shoulder, and moved them off her and relocated them to either side of his thighs on the sofa.
“Don’t hold back, Derr.” He lifted a hand and she said, “Nuh uh. Leave it on the sofa. Don’t touch me because if you do you’ll try to drive the pace and I want to be in charge. Restrain yourself. Don’t disappoint me.”
His nostrils flared but not giving him time to say anything, she went back to working his cock with her tongue and mouth. It wasn’t long before the veins on his dick thickened, his shaft grew harder, and his crown swelled. She swallowed him down when he came and continued to suck him until he was spent.
“Christ, Sugar, stop.” He lifted her head from between his thighs and knelt toward her. “I’m so fucking sensitive now.” He surprised her when he kissed her because other men she’d been with wouldn’t kiss her after they came in her mouth. “That was amazing,” he said against her lips, thrusting his tongue back inside.
Abruptly he sat back and worked his jeans off. “Get undressed.”
“I do what I want.”
He grinned, and she was pretty sure he got the Loki reference. Kicking his jeans and underwear aside, he caught her nape and drew her close. As he rubbed his nose against hers, she wondered if he knew how much it excited her when he commanded her attention with his firm hold?
“Baby, do you want to get undressed with me?”
“Only for you, Smurf.” She pecked him on his lips and pushed off the floor. Stripping without fanfare, she dropped her clothes piece by piece. The moment her nipples touched the room’s air, they crinkled, and his eyes darkened. The second she slid her panties off a satisfied smile curved the corners of his lips.
Already, semi-hard, he pushed one of the oversized chairs toward the sofa. “Sit.”
Sugar sat, and he lifted her legs, one at a time, pressing a kiss to each ankle, before settling them over the arm of the chair. “Wait. I’m riding you.”
“Not yet.” He ran a finger through her damp core. “I need a moment to get hard again, so make yourself come while I watch.”
Sugar licked her lips. Far from inexperienced, she’d had more than one lover, but she’d never masturbated in front of someone before. Not because the idea embarrassed her, but no lovers prior to him requested it.
“Why aren’t you touching yourself?” He sat on the sofa again, lacing his arms on the back of the furniture, his pose relaxed, his expression expectant. “Does the request bother you?”
“No.”
“Then why aren’t you playing with your pussy?”
She looked at his dick. She wanted him inside her, but he wasn’t hard enough yet. If this would get him there, she’d comply. Shifting her hands off the arms of the chair, she used one to play with her nipples.
“Good start.” He watched her fingers tug and twist on the peaks, until she finger-walked her other hand down her stomach to the small patch of hair at the center of her core.
Slowly, she moved her fingers through her lips. “I normally do this with a vibrator.”
“Why?”
Giving that some thought, she could come up with only one answer. “It’s quicker.”
He clucked his tongue, a sound of disappointment. “You should enjoy your body more than that. Let me teach you how awesome it is to love yourself.”
“Do you go slow when you masturbate?”
Her question prompted him to grasp the base of his cock. “Yeah. I find prolonging my release makes the orgasm stronger. Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
Sugar slid a finger inside herself and pressed the heel of her palm against her clit.
“Mmm... nice, baby. Add a second finger.”
He squeezed his dick when she followed his instructions and she realized he reacted to her actions. Sugar engaged both of her hands, using her fingers to play with her clit while fucking herself with her other hand. The wetness of her arousal elicited squishy noises and the more whimpers she made, and the more her hips jerked into her touch, the harder Derr grew.
She bit her lip and whimpered as heat fired outward from her core. Derr sat forward as if to get a better view, thumbing his crown and smearing wetness all over his flesh.
“Look at me.” She lifted her eyes from his cock and he also stared at her face. “Say my name when you come.”
His request startled her. “Why?”
“I want you to.”
He had a hellacious ego if he thought he could get what he wanted just because he asked. Instead of teasing him, she focused on how he played with his dick. So close to the edge, she worked her fingers faster and fucked herself harder. Her thighs quivered, and breath shunted in and out of her lungs. Even so, she felt deprived of oxygen.
“You’re close. I can tell. Let go, baby, and come all over those fingers for me.”
She loved the way he talked dirty to her, leaving her feeling calm and assured of her actions. A moment later, she cried out, his name falling from her lips as she climaxed. Eyes closing, she went limp against the cushions, taking in oxygen to her starved lungs. Derr’s hands went beneath her ass and behind her back, lifting her to settle against him on the sofa in a seated position. Too satiated to activate her muscles, her head slumped against his shoulder and she turned her face into his neck.
