Page 49 of The Masks We Wear

“How would you do that?”

“I won’t touch you with anything other than my mouth and you can set the pace,” she offers.

The idea is tempting. If her hands are behind her back and her warm mouth is the only thing touching my cock, I wouldn’t feel so anxious about giving up my control. “Fine,” I decide on a whim before I can change my mind. Brody Drake has gotten so many of my firsts, from going on a date to cuddling, I might as well add another one to the list.

Her eyes widen in surprise and her lips curve into a smile dipped in pleasure. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my slacks, reaching inside my boxers and removing my cock. I stroke myself, my eyes on her the entire time and I’m pleased to find her watching me with anticipation. “Hands behind your back, Little Rockstar,” I command her.

She obeys, sitting back on her heels and forcing her hands behind her back. She looks up at me, waiting for further direction and I appease her by growling, “Now open your mouth.”

She does as I say, her plump lips parting. I tease her bottom lip with my cock and her tongue darts out, licking my tip. I hiss in pleasure. I never imagined it would feel this good and she’s barely even done anything yet. I know deep down the reason it feels so good is because it’s Brody and not just some random woman. I push my cock deeper into her mouth, slowly so as not to choke her. I’m big and she has a small mouth, I’m taking it slow and giving her time to adjust before I push in further.

She moans around my cock and the vibrations have beads of precum forming at my tip. I grab her hair in my fist to keep it out of her face as I start to set a rhythm. I push in and out of her mouth slow enough so that she has a chance to stop me if she’s uncomfortable but she doesn’t protest. She just looks up at me with her sirenic blue eyes that are watering the more I thrust into her mouth. “Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”

I pull out, giving her a chance to catch her breath and when she looks back up at me expectantly, I slam back into her mouth. She sucks me so good, tears rolling down her cheeks, and I realize how truly good this feels. I know right away it wouldn’t feel this good with anyone else. No, it only feels this good because it’s Brody Drake sucking my cock, the woman I love to hate and hate to…

I explode into her mouth, moaning as ropes of come shoot from my tip and down her small throat. I blame the approaching orgasm for my almost confession just a few seconds ago. The idea is completely absurd. I’ve never been in love and I never will be. Besides, even if I were, it would never work. We’re on borrowed time and soon it’ll run out completely.

She catches her breath, licking her lips. “So how was it?”

I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs and bring her up to stand. I look down at her and kiss her, “So fucking good.”

Chapter 21

Brody

We’re in the middleof bumblefuck, Tennessee now. No hate against the state, it just isn’t for me. It’s more Ivory’s forte than mine, considering the girl loves cowboy hats and cowboy boots. Me? I’m a city girl through and through. I wear sneakers with nearly every outfit and crop tank tops with baggy jeans.

I won’t lie though, the nightlife in Nashville is fun. We used to get wild here before we had to get sober. I miss the fun we had, but not the drugs or alcohol we had to consume to have it. No, I’m completely content where I am right now, in the studio Selene rented for us to work on the album. When we left Michigan three days ago and came to Nashville, we had six songs that we still needed to finish. Now, we only have four left. We’ve consumed an ungodly amount of energy drinks, staying awake all throughout the night working. Selene extended our time in Nashville, hoping we would get more done in the studio between shows and it wasn’t a bad idea on her part. Aria, Ivory, and I are communicating so well and putting our heads together to form good ideas. If one of us doesn’t like an idea another presents, we address it like adults and offer a solution or a tweak to the idea thateveryonelikes.

I’m falling in love with music all over again and I never fell out of love with it. I think being on good terms with the girls definitely helps. I find myself worrying less and less with each passing day about being kicked out and replaced. The only thing that truly bothers me is the hate we seem to be getting since we got sober. Selene demands we don’t look at social media andthat the hate comments are good because the legal team can use them to prove we’ve improved our behavior and found reason. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t still bother me.

“Oh, I like that,” Aria compliments Ivory’s riff on her bass. I love it too.

I glance at Harvey over my shoulder to find him looking exhausted. I frown, feeling guilty for making him stay here with me. I check my phone to find it’s two in the morning. How did we lose track of time? We’ve been here since five in the evening. I look up at the girls, “Are you guys tired?”

Ivory chooses this exact moment to yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. “I’m fucking wiped, B.”

“Same,” Aria adds.

Ivory sets her bass down and grins at us both, “We made two whole songs today, guys. All we have to do is record them and then we just have four more to worry about. We’ve got this,” she encourages us.

The admission that I have a song I’ve been working on myself is on the tip of my tongue and every time I open my mouth to share it with them, the words never come out. I’ve made more progress on my song’s lyrics, not so much the instrumentals since I haven’t had much time alone in the studio. I have nearly the whole thing written, I think I’m just missing a verse or two. “We’ll have four more done by the last show. Tomorrow, we’ll record these ones and have them done and sent to the label.”

Ivory and Aria walk closer to the door, ready to leave. When I don’t move, they quirk their heads at me in confusion. “Didn’t you want to wrap things up?” Aria asks, confused.

I nod, “Yeah, I just want to do one more thing before I go but you guys don’t have to stay. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow morning.”

They shrug, too tired to argue or ask questions before they wave their goodbyes at Harvey and exit the studio. Once thedoor closes behind them, Harvey sits up straighter in his seat, “What is it you need to do?”

I look between my drum set, the piano, and Harvey, biting my lip. I want to stay a little longer and work on my song. I haven’t had any time to myself to work on it since I’ve been wrapped up in both the deal with the label and spending time with Harvey. I shake my head when I make my decision. I do want to work on my song, but it isn’t fair to keep him here when he’s exhausted. He’s been here with me for hours, and he deserves to rest. “Nothing, we can go.”

He raises a palm in a “stop” gesture. “No, no. You have something you want to do and leaving isn’t it. What is it?”

I cross my arms over my chest, “I wanted to work on something but it can wait. You’re tired and you’ve been here all day.”

He relaxes on the couch, getting comfortable, “Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

“Harvey-”