Page 20 of Clandestine

“Don’t.” His eyes are open and glued to mine.

“It’s okay, it won’t take but another second, and then you can go,” I reassure him.

“I don’t want it covered,” he says matter of factly.

“Don’t we all have scars we wanna cover up?” I ask, my voice small as I watch the emotions flicker within his eyes.

“Maybe, but I think I’m tired of hiding. Tired of covering things up. Tired of not being able to feel the way I want to feel. The way Idofeel. Aren’t you?” His response ricochets around my insides like a pinball machine. First within my ears, then digested by my brain, followed by hitting my metaphorical heart, before lodging itself within my rib cage. His response suffocates me, so all I do is nod in return.

He threads his fingers into my hair, cupping my face wholly in his hand, sealing his lips over mine in a kiss that feels like home. It’s not soft like the one I shared with Sydnee. It’s rough and demanding, like he needs every bit of my body to keep him upright.

“Colby, you have to get on stage man. Now— Oh, Jesus Christ,” the stage manager calls out again as the opening tune begins to play outside.

“Bring me my mic and get the fuck out,” he says, breaking our kiss and leaving me breathless.

“What are you doing? You have to go.” I push him away, but he doesn't budge.

“How would you feel about being Neon Cherry’s feature tonight, brat?” His smile is devious, but I would do anything to have those teeth sinking into any part of my skin.

“I don’t understand...”

His stage manager tosses a cordless mic to Colby, who catches it with ease, checking to ensure it isn’t switched on yet. When I look back in the direction of the stage, I realize how close Jackson and Sydnee are. I have the perfect view of them from here, and them equally of us as they stand there, confused bywhat’s going on. I’m too busy looking at Jax and Syd myself that I don’t notice Colby motioning to them at first, and when I do, I’m too late to decipher what he’s saying.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so this is going to be fast. I promise to make it up to you later, though. Don’t hold back,” Colby says as he lifts me off of the vanity, pulling my dress out from underneath me and up my body, over my breasts. Both hands pull my panties down my legs and over my boots and, suddenly, I’m exposed to him right here in the venue. He sinks to his knees in front of me, wrapping one arm around my thigh while holding my dress above my boobs with the same hand that holds the mic just under my chin.

“Sing pretty for them, brat,” he commands as he slides his tongue between folds, simultaneously switching the microphone on. The first swipe of his tongue against my aching core is pure heaven, my moan paired with Sydnee’s voice over the speakers.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, looking over and watching my beautiful girl singing an erotic tune, while my other man hits each perfect note on his guitar. Colby doesn’t stop his assault on my pussy. He told me it would be fast, and he meant it. He goes straight for the spot that makes me come without a shadow of a doubt. After being denied my orgasm by Syd this morning, I’m even more sensitive now. I can already feel my release building. With the crowd listening to my moans mixed with Sydnee’s voice, it’s an ultimate act of exhibitionism, except the only people who can see me are the ones I want to see me.

“C-Colby, I’m gonna— I’m gonna come,” I moan, my voice echoing once more into the speakers around us, and this time, Colby clicks the mic off. He sucks my clit a little harder, bending his fingers to tweak the spot I like, and before I know it, I’m exploding. I come so fucking hard, I’m convinced the crowd can still hear me, even over the live music.

He aids me through a few shock waves before standing and giving me a wicked smile.

“You did amazing,” he coos, grabbing the back of my neck and planting a wet kiss on my forehead.

He gives me no time to respond. My arrogant asshole walks out onto the stage, wiping his mouth before adjusting the crotch of his pants. The crowd screams his name, all the while having no idea that the moans they just heard were from his stepsister coming on his face.

I watch as he begins to sing effortlessly, pants tented entirely. Despite still being in shock, and somehow still turned on, I figure I should probably get dressed on the off chance someone else makes their way in here.

There’s just one problem.

My stepbrother is currently walking around the stage, singing his heart out, with my panties in his back fucking pocket.

FIFTEEN

SYDNEE

“I promised you I’d make it up to you, and I intend to keep that promise. Your little stunt with Colby won’t make me take it any easier on you tonight. You’ll be giving me an orgasm too,” I whisper in Hale’s ear as the elevator takes us closer to our floor in the hotel. My fingers draw circles on her legging-clothed ass against the elevator wall, wishing she hadn’t changed before we broke down equipment. Glimpses of her pink thong hanging out of Colby’s back pocket while he moved across the stage all night dance in my mind.

The elevator dings, and neither of us wastes a second stepping out and away from the prying eyes of concert attendees. We’re practically running back to our room, both out of breath when we make it to the door. My body molds to hers against the door, kissing her breathlessly with teeth clashing and both of our hands pulling and tugging at different parts of each other’s bodies.

Words are spoken between us, but nothing coherent. My key card unlocks the door, and we stumble in. Hale doesn’t take hereyes off me for a moment as she pulls my shirt over my head. I watch her eyes rake over my body, but only for a moment before my mouth devours hers again.

She tastes like strawberry and sin, my delectable girl. A forbidden fruit that isn’t mine for the taking, but I’ll take anything that she’s willing to give me, and right now, it’s all of her.

“I want you. I need you,” she whimpers. I share her ache. My body craves hers in inexplicable ways. My clit throbs with desperation to feel her slickness rubbing against mine repeatedly. My fingers itch, knowing her moisture is just one barrier away. But even as desperate as I feel, I stop her when she begins peeling off the same leggings my fingers traced circles over not too long ago.

“Wait.”

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