artery in his neck throbbing over this crap. If we ever actually have problems, I'm pretty sure his carotid will rupture.”
“Yeah right, you and me never fighting. Maybe we'd better just find a new drummer now,” Colton laughed as I ducked under his arm. I needed to grab my outfit and get inside to get ready since we had a special event where fans were invited to hang out in our lounge before the show.
I reached into the closet trying to find the top I wanted to wear tonight, the one that would be certain to drive Colton crazy from the moment he saw me until he could tear it off in this very room. Now that we'd agreed to take the next step, I was trying to think of little things I could do to mess with his mind in front of thousands of fans. Nothing lewd that would cause him to make major mistakes, but I fully intended on having fun with this.
My mind was so absorbed in plotting that I didn't hear Colton walk into the room. Just as I reached for the hanger, I was lifted off my feet and tossed onto the bed.
“You have no clue how long I've waited to do this,” Colton said, his voice husky and low. He lowered himself on top of me, his eyes burning with desire. Just as I opened my mouth to protest, his lips brushed against mine so gently it made my body ache for more.
The citrus undertones of his cologne combined with worn leather and Colton's body was not a new scent to me but never before had it filled my senses lighting a fire deep within my body. My lips parted, giving his tongue access to push deep within my mouth. I'd never been a fan of the black licorice Colton was addicted to, but when the flavor was invading my mouth, delivered by his tongue; it became one of my favorite things in the world. That boy can kiss.
I pulled the leather tie out of Colton's hair, needing to weave my fingers through the blond locks pulling him closer to me. My hips bucked, no longer caring what we were supposed to be doing. I wanted him. I needed him. And I'd put up with Jon's wrath if it meant quenching that need right now.
Just as quickly as he had overtaken me, he stood to leave the room. “Time to put on a show, my little cloud.” I sat there trying to catch my breath, pressing my thighs together to ease the pulsing ache that threatened to buckle my knees if I stood.
I had completely caved to Colton. At one time, that would have pissed me off. I'd spent years doing exactly what I wanted to do without regard for what anyone else thought. Maybe it still would have upset me if not for the fact that Colton was right, it changed nothing other than the fact that we didn't have to go to sleep as soon as we went to bed. And if that kiss was a hint of what was to come when we did slide between the sheets, he was also right when he said the sex would be epic.
It quickly became apparent that it was also going to take longer to get ready for shows. Shortly after I made my way to my dressing room, there was a knock on the door and Colton let himself in. Apparently, boyfriends don't need to wait to be given permission and he only knocked to warn me that the door was going to open.
Even that didn't upset me. I tried not to laugh while I sat in front of the mirror carefully applying my makeup. Colton set down his bag next to mine and started doing his hair standing behind me.
“Don't put on your lipstick yet,” Colton said as he finished applying his eyeliner. They might call it guy liner, but seriously, there is no 'guy liner' display at the store. It's eyeliner. I was slightly jealous of how effortless it was for him to line his eyes while I struggled to keep my hands from shaking when I did mine.
“No lipstick, huh?” I raised an eyebrow towards the mirror.
“Nope.”
“And why would that be?”
“Because I don't need to go on stage with fire engine red lips and I plan on kissing the hell out of you once we're ready for the show.” He threw his arms over my shoulders, trailing kisses along the side of my neck. “Is
“Yeah right, you and me never fighting. Maybe we'd better just find a new drummer now,” Colton laughed as I ducked under his arm. I needed to grab my outfit and get inside to get ready since we had a special event where fans were invited to hang out in our lounge before the show.
I reached into the closet trying to find the top I wanted to wear tonight, the one that would be certain to drive Colton crazy from the moment he saw me until he could tear it off in this very room. Now that we'd agreed to take the next step, I was trying to think of little things I could do to mess with his mind in front of thousands of fans. Nothing lewd that would cause him to make major mistakes, but I fully intended on having fun with this.
My mind was so absorbed in plotting that I didn't hear Colton walk into the room. Just as I reached for the hanger, I was lifted off my feet and tossed onto the bed.
“You have no clue how long I've waited to do this,” Colton said, his voice husky and low. He lowered himself on top of me, his eyes burning with desire. Just as I opened my mouth to protest, his lips brushed against mine so gently it made my body ache for more.
The citrus undertones of his cologne combined with worn leather and Colton's body was not a new scent to me but never before had it filled my senses lighting a fire deep within my body. My lips parted, giving his tongue access to push deep within my mouth. I'd never been a fan of the black licorice Colton was addicted to, but when the flavor was invading my mouth, delivered by his tongue; it became one of my favorite things in the world. That boy can kiss.
I pulled the leather tie out of Colton's hair, needing to weave my fingers through the blond locks pulling him closer to me. My hips bucked, no longer caring what we were supposed to be doing. I wanted him. I needed him. And I'd put up with Jon's wrath if it meant quenching that need right now.
Just as quickly as he had overtaken me, he stood to leave the room. “Time to put on a show, my little cloud.” I sat there trying to catch my breath, pressing my thighs together to ease the pulsing ache that threatened to buckle my knees if I stood.
I had completely caved to Colton. At one time, that would have pissed me off. I'd spent years doing exactly what I wanted to do without regard for what anyone else thought. Maybe it still would have upset me if not for the fact that Colton was right, it changed nothing other than the fact that we didn't have to go to sleep as soon as we went to bed. And if that kiss was a hint of what was to come when we did slide between the sheets, he was also right when he said the sex would be epic.
It quickly became apparent that it was also going to take longer to get ready for shows. Shortly after I made my way to my dressing room, there was a knock on the door and Colton let himself in. Apparently, boyfriends don't need to wait to be given permission and he only knocked to warn me that the door was going to open.
Even that didn't upset me. I tried not to laugh while I sat in front of the mirror carefully applying my makeup. Colton set down his bag next to mine and started doing his hair standing behind me.
“Don't put on your lipstick yet,” Colton said as he finished applying his eyeliner. They might call it guy liner, but seriously, there is no 'guy liner' display at the store. It's eyeliner. I was slightly jealous of how effortless it was for him to line his eyes while I struggled to keep my hands from shaking when I did mine.
“No lipstick, huh?” I raised an eyebrow towards the mirror.
“Nope.”
“And why would that be?”
“Because I don't need to go on stage with fire engine red lips and I plan on kissing the hell out of you once we're ready for the show.” He threw his arms over my shoulders, trailing kisses along the side of my neck. “Is
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