Hot wired series box set, p.98
Hot Wired Series Box Set, page 98
part #1 of Hot Wired Series
“Nice house. Very modern.”
“Thanks.” He pulled into his garage and shut off the engine as the garage door slid closed. “By the way you said that, I’m guessing yours isn’t modern?”
“I live in the Garden District of New Orleans. Not too many modern buildings there. But I like the old structures, they’re quaint and have history.” She lowered her voice and confessed, “I live with a ghost.”
“You believe in ghosts?” Given her practical, no-nonsense manner that surprised him.
“You’re not a true Nawlins’ native if you don’t.”
Coming from anyone else, he would’ve called bullshit, but her expression was dead serious. “Good to know what creepy shit I’m getting into.”
“That’s not the half of it. Family history says my great-grandmother—and probably my grandmother even though she vehemently denies it to this day, but I think she lies—was a voodoo priestess. Our children could be magical princes or princesses.”
Our children. The idea of having children had always frightened him a little because they’d be dependent upon him to not fuck them up. But having a child with Sugar sounded like a damn fine idea.
“Not trying to scare you off or anything. Talking children is way too soon.” She unhooked her seatbelt.
He touched her arm, catching her attention. “Wait a second before you get out.”
Sugar shot him a quizzical look but agreed with a nod.
He slid out of the car and ran around to help her out of her seat. “Welcome to my home, beautiful.”
With a half-smile twisting her lips, she slid her hand into his and allowed him to tug her up and out of the sports sedan. Still standing between the door and the vehicle, he pulled her into his arms and ran his thumb along her cheek. Without her standard high heels, they were more on the same height.
“I look forward to having magical children with you. We’ll call them Noche and Luna.”
She elevated her eyebrows. “Noche and Luna?”
“Spanish for Night and Moon.”
Sugar laughed.
“I love that sound. Punches me right in the gut and gets me...” he released her and shook his head. “I’m moving too fast again.”
“Yes, we are, but I don’t think we can stop that from happening, Derr.” Stepping into his space, he stood his ground and waited to see what she’d do. “My laugh gets you hard.” Their gazes held. “I could feel it against me.” Sugar trailed her finger along his jaw and chin. “Normally I’d think that was skeevy, but with you, Smurf, I’m flattered something so minor gets you ready to enter me.”
“Christ.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes. “You don’t play fair with your words.”
Sugar tugged on his hair and he opened his eyes. She was close enough her breasts skimmed along his chest. “Not when it’s something I want, and I want you, Derringer Ramos. I’m willing to play your game—”
“I’m not playing games.”
“—and go slow, but we won’t last a week before we find ourselves fucking.”
Something about the word ‘fucking’ irritated him and he reacted without thinking, tangling his fingers in her ponytail and tugging her closer to him. “I won’t fuck you, Sugar. I’ve fucked every woman that’s come into my life. I’ll make love to you, I’ll give it to you dirty if you want, I’ll give it to you anyway you want, but I will not fuck you. Not fucking ever.”
Her fingers slid through his hair as she stared at his mouth like she wanted him to kiss her. “I like the way you look at me, Derr, like you want to eat me up.”
“I do.” He’d have her coming at least twice from his mouth and fingers before he’d sink into her. By then, she’d be so wet and drained she’d think she couldn’t come again, but he’d show her she could.
“But at the same time, I feel safe. No man has ever made me feel that way.”
He pecked her lips and left his there to rub along her mouth. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
DESPITE ITS MODERN, CLEAN lines, Sugar loved Derr’s house. The view of the ocean from the living room window-wall-door-thingy was stunning. She would’ve bought the home for the oceanfront view alone. The climbing wall was a little out of place situated between the massive living room and kitchen, serving as the foundation for the stairs. Even so, she couldn’t wait to climb it and stare at the vista.
“I often open these,” he pressed a button on a remote control and the doors to the deck opened, removing two walls from the living room, “and listen to the music of the ocean. It’s better than most songs on my playlist.”
“It’s spectacular.” Sugar gaped at the horizon where the sun dipped into the water, long fingers of orange and yellow rippling across the waves.
“Derringer, I didn’t hear you come in.” Sugar turned to spot a forty-ish year old woman descending the stairs. A small tri-colored furry dog yipped and dashed down the stairs straight to Derr. “Dinner is probably ready by now,” the lady said as he scooped up the pooch and scratched behind her ears.
“I missed you too, sweet girl,” he cooed to the dog as she licked his neck and cheek.
Dusty would’ve been squirming over the “yucky” dog slobber, but not Sugar. Growing up in the swamp meant she’d touched and kissed all types of animals. Most of them normal people wouldn’t call pets.
Derr chuckled and her girl parts clenched, while her heart warmed even more toward him.
“Daddy loves you.” He kissed the dog’s head and Sugar just barely stopped from fanning herself. She did squeeze her thighs together, savoring the wetness he caused with every little thing he did.
Was there anything he didn’t do sexy? Gah! She was doomed.
He smiled up at the woman coming down the stairs, still showing his pet affection. “Hey, Mona. This is Sugar Malone. Sugar, this is Mona Watson. She’s a family friend, as well as my housekeeper.”
“And cook apparently.” Sugar approached the other woman and held out her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mona.”
Mona ignored Sugar’s hand and shot Derr a surprised peek. “Pardon my rudeness.” She shook Sugar’s hand. “He’s never brought a woman home before.”
Something inside Sugar churned, this one small fact pleasing her more than she was comfortable admitting. “I’ve met his mother, step-dad and sisters too.”
“He must like you then.” Mona smiled big.
“He must indeed.” Derr winked in Mona’s direction as he settled the dog on the floor, who scampered straight for Sugar.
“Hey there, beautiful.” She knelt and pet the dog, surprised when the animal failed to offer her a single kiss. She hadn’t met too many discerning dog lickers. “You must be Kallie?”
She looked up at Derr, noting the way his gaze softened as he watched her with his beloved pet.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice huskier than usual. “Want something to drink, Sugar?”
‘Besides you,’ she wanted to ask.
“I cooked lasagna for dinner and I chilled a bottle of wine.”
“Do you see why I’m sweet on Mona, Sugar?”
“She sounds like a godsend.” Sugar picked up Kallie and rubbed behind the dog’s ears, laughing at the way the tiny pooch’s tongue lolled out of her mouth.
“I’d have swept her off her feet if it wasn’t for her husband, Carl.”
Mona laughed. “You make a woman feel good.”
Just by the way he stared at Sugar, made her feel good too.
The doorbell rang right before chatter heralded unexpected guests. Kallie wiggled to get out of her arms and Sugar watched as the fur-ball darted toward the front of the home.
“Sorry,” Derr mouthed at her.
She shrugged to let him know she wasn’t upset by the interruption.
“I’m glad I made enough food for the gang to enjoy,” Mona hurried into the foyer to greet the guests who grew louder.
Derr wrapped his arm around Sugar’s waist and pulled her into his hold. “Sounds like my entire band family is here. Sorry you’re being thrown to the wolves, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. Her heartbeat skipped. She liked the way the endearment sounded, but she especially liked the way he gazed at her. Like she’d hung not just the moon but scattered the stars too... or like he would make her come a hundred times before he allowed her to rest.
“It’s okay.” She understood the dynamics of extended families that weren’t blood related. “If Jack thought I wouldn’t kill him, he’d be here interrupting us too.” Normally that didn’t stop him either. “Be glad Dusty isn’t in town. She’d be all up in our business.”
“She’s going to fit in well with my gang. Especially Jase.”
“Remember they were two peas in a pod in Vegas.”
He kissed her forehead. “Don’t take shit from any of them.”
“Didn’t we establish you remember Dusty?” He squinted at her and she clarified, “I don’t take her crap. I’m sure not taking crap from your family either.”
He chuckled, exposing those fabulous dimples, and she throbbed between her thighs, marveling at the power of his laugh managing to tickle her clit. There must be magic in him to affect her so much. Even better was the way his eyes sparkled when he was amused.
An excited squeal startled her enough she looked up. A redheaded little girl’s arms were wrapped around Kallie and the dog licked the child’s face to her continued screams and giggles. Derr was across the room in a few quick strides. The moment the child spotted him she held her arms up, jumping up and down.
Derr lifted her into his arms and tossed her into the air. The little girl emitted an even higher pitched squeal, laughing when he caught her.
“Christ, man, I hate it when you do that.” The guy she remembered from three years ago as Jase Collins put a hand to his heart. “Makes my heart stop every fucking time.”
A brunette with a pink streak in her hair whacked his arm loud enough it made a smacking sound. “Stop cussing in front of her.”
“She’s my kid.”
“Stop.” The woman she remembered as Fallon glared at the father of her child, Jase Collins.
“I’d never drop my favorite cherub.” Derr and the child rubbed noses. Their fondness for one another as evident as the setting sun putting a glow on the room.
“Who that?” the kid asked, looking at Sugar.
“That is my other favorite girl.” Derr carried the child to Sugar. “Sugar, this is Faith. My favorite niece.”
“Your only niece,” the brunette mocked.
“Hi, Faith. I love your dress.” Sugar smiled at her, hoping to eliminate her unwarranted jealousy.
Faith leaned against Derr’s chest, keeping her sights locked and loaded on Sugar. The little one’s glare nothing shy of naming Sugar Satan’s spawn. She patted Derr’s chest and said, “I your girl.”
“You’re still my favorite.” Derr stared at Sugar as he rubbed Faith’s back, but the words were meant for the angel in his arms.
A dark haired woman with a pink streak in her hair stepped forward. “I’m Sam, Faith’s aunt.” She held her hand out to Sugar.
“My sister,” Jase chimed in as Sugar shook Sam’s hand.
“Nice to meet you, Sam. Good seeing you both again,” Sugar said to Fallon and Jase.
The rest of the gang introduced themselves. Fang, Sam’s husband and lead singer of Hot Wired, was a good-looking guy and he and Sam fit together nicely, making an attractive couple. Keys and Nessa were both blondes. He was tall, she was curvy, but their smiles put her at ease immediately.
“What brings you all here?” Derr set Faith on her feet and she scampered about the room playing with Kallie.
“I’m going to be a daddy again.” Jase grinned, big and proud. “A boy this time.”
“You don’t know that,” Fallon shook her head.
“My sperm is powerful.” Hot Wired’s drummer puffed out his chest. “I know it’s a boy.”
“Not powerful enough to have a boy the first time.” Sam rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe he’s my blood.”
“Is that anyway to talk to your brother?” Jase tugged on Sam’s hair.
And that was just the beginning of the drama for the night.
Glad when her phone rang so she could take a breather outside, she excused herself to the back patio and answered the call on speaker. “Hey, Jack.”
“Tell me you didn’t ditch your camera crew.”
Leaning against the railing, she smiled as she stared at the ocean. “I didn’t ditch them.”
“Then why are they calling me raising hell about being stranded outside Derringer’s house.”
“I ditched them,” Derr said as he leaned against her back and snuggled against her.
A slight pause from Jack’s end. “As her personal assistant, I must reprimand you for that ridiculousness. You could’ve killed my girl with your reckless driving.”
“I don’t recklessly drive with precious cargo in my vehicle.”
“Oh, I like him, Sugar.” She could hear the approval in his voice. “As your friend, Sugar, I am fucking proud of you for letting him ditch the cameras. You deserve a night without them.”
“That’s what I said.” Derr chuckled against her neck, the hot puff of his breath resulting in the dampening of her panties. Again. At this rate, she’d have to remove her underwear.
“I’ll talk to you later, Jack.”
“Do something super naughty in my honor.”
Ignoring that, she disconnected the call.
“Sorry my family invaded.”
“It’s all right. I want to get to know them. It’s obvious you have a dedicated support system in them.”
“They’re awesome,” he agreed, his lips moving against her skin. “But they’re also overwhelming. Want me to get rid of them?”
She turned her head to glance at him over her shoulder. “No.”
He lifted his head, his mouth disconnecting from the sensitive skin of her neck. One of his arms lifted, and his fingers cupped her chin, holding her in position as his mouth captured hers. After a long while of enjoying his tongue against hers, Sugar managed to twist in his embrace and wrap her arms around his shoulders. Derr cupped the back of her thighs and lifted her to sit on the railing, her pussy in the direct line of his hard cock.
The kissing went on and on as he ground his dick against her core. Pearls of desire threaded through her, inching outward from where they connected between her legs. When he lifted a hand to her breast, cupping the mound in his palm, she groaned into his mouth.
Needing more, wanting more, she said against his mouth, “Touch me skin to skin.”
Derr pinched her nipple through the fabric of her shirt before scrunching the material upward.
Oh, Lawd, she would come with him pressing his hard length against her clothed core. Panting into his mouth, his fiery licks only served to heighten her arousal. His fingers slid along bare skin just below her bra.
Sugar opened her eyes and caught his gaze on her. He knows, she thought in wonder. He knows I’m close to coming.
He broke free of her mouth, his hips ceased to move as the pad of his thumb dragged across the crest of her nipple. Didn’t matter the touch was through the fabric, all that mattered was that the slight touch left her clit throbbing.
“Not yet, Sugar.” He kissed the side of her mouth and she whimpered at the lack of friction between her legs. “I won’t make you come with a house full of people.”
Protesting, she tugged on his hair.
“No,” he said in response to her physical objection.
“You’re a sadist, aren’t you?”
“There’s nothing sexy about letting your wife get off with his bandmate watching.”
“Fuck,” Jase’s mutter jerked her gaze over Derr’s shoulder. “You’re stopping because of me? Don’t, man, I was enjoying the show.”
Sugar gulped. “You knew he was there?”
“I heard his footsteps a few minutes ago. Only Jase would’ve stayed.”
“You’re a pervert, Jase.” She shifted her hands out of Derr’s hair and settled them on his shoulders.
“Sweetheart, everyone knows that, even my fans.”
“He’s a voyeur.” Derr ran his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t forget that I’m an exhibitionist too.” Jase winked at her and she wasn’t sure if he teased, but something about him hinted he was dead seriousness.
“He has no boundaries,” Derr added.
“How many of those ‘no boundaries’ have you joined him in?” Sugar didn’t think she wanted to know. She was no prude, she loved sex, but the idea of him kissing other women the way he had her just now sent a spike of jealousy through her, making no sense whatsoever. They both had had a life before meeting the other and she couldn’t blame him for that.
Derr’s response was a lurid grin.
Jase was the one who spoke up. “Oh, darlin’, the stories I could tell you.”
“But he won’t,” Derr said quickly.
“Derr, those lewd events are nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You won’t, Jase.” Derr turned his head and stared in the direction of his friend.
She couldn’t see Derr’s face, but Jase’s was clear. Challenge twinkled in his eyes, but after a lengthy silent eye-battle, Jase relented and nodded. Sugar slid off the railing. What could Derr have done that he would be ashamed for anyone to know?
“You bastards always steal my thunder. Goddamn fun suckers.” Jase continued to grumble as he strolled back into the house.
“It’s okay, Derr.” He looked at her, the moonlight casting his tan skin into shadows. “I don’t want to know anything you want to keep secret.”
“Chances are you could find it on the internet, but I’d rather tell you what you want to know than have Jase spin it into a lurid free-for-all fuck escapade.”
“I can see where he’d spin it into something more shocking than it was.” She hugged Derr for no other reason than she wanted to be in his arms. He was quick to return her embrace. “Don’t make me fall in love with you, Derr,” his head jolted backward, and he met her gaze as she finished with, “and then break my heart.”
