Page 78 of Loved Out Loud
The band is about to play my favorite song. I want to experience first hand right beside them as they work the crowd into a frenzy. A pair of panties flies onto the stage, sliding right past Xander’s feet. He smiles into the crowd. When he has asecond to bend down, he does, scooping them up and hanging them off the tip of his bass. He even gives them a little twirl which causes the crowd to scream wildly.
Jade scoffs and rolls her eyes at his antics. Her annoyance doesn’t feel like normal step sibling stuff. I want so badly to ask her about the tension between them. I don’t want to overstep, though, so I keep my mouth closed. I will for sure be sharing my observations with Stone tonight.
By the time the guys finish the show, I’m so ready to get Stone back to the hotel and all to myself. I want to gush about how amazing it was to be close to them while they played. I don’t even care if he gloats about being right. From now on I’ll be right offstage, watching him kill it in his element.
“I have a surprise for you,” Stone says quietly as he opens the door to the suite.
My stomach flutters as I follow him into the room. I don’t know what lies in store for me. Knowing him it could be hundreds of roses or a private film screening of the movie I was telling him I wanted to see earlier.
He leads me to the couch where a beautifully wrapped gift lays. I let him direct me where to sit and then he hands the present to me.
The paper is a beautiful matte black with a red, velvety ribbon tied around it. It’s almost too beautiful to open. My eyes meet his as I pull the ribbon free and set it aside. I slip my finger inside the folds at the edge of the gift and delicately tear apart the paper.
“Do you open all your gifts this slow?” he asks with exasperation, kneeing bouncing.
I stop opening it all together and smile at him. “Is this gift for you or for me? Because it seems as though you’re more excited about it than I am.”
“It’s for both of us.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means open it and find out.” He groans. “You’re killing me.”
I remove the wrapping paper and find a discrete white box with red lettering of a brand I’ve never heard of.Is it lingerie?I flip open the lid, and nothing could have surprised me more than what awaits.
“Is this what I think it is?” I look up at him, shocked.
Excitement fills his expression as he nods. “It is.”
I look back down at the contents of the box. Sitting nestled in tissue paper is a strap on harness, a rather impressive looking dildo, a bottle of lube and a cleaning solution. There’s also a small vibrator off to the side.
We’ve had multiple conversations about pegging as it pertains to the couple in the book I’m writing. How I’m worried about writing something I have no experience with. I know he’s much more experienced with all this than I am, having been with not only women but also men.
The fact that he trusts me enough to let me try doing this so I understand the act a little better makes me feel—I don’t know, I can’t even find the right words for it. Is this how a man feels when a woman is willing to let him into her body? Probably not.
“What are you thinking?” he asks. “Is it too much?”
“Honestly, I’m thinking it feels like an honor to be trusted with this.”
He smiles softly at me. “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.”
That one statement is the key to the last lock I’ve stubbornly kept closed from anyone. He’s cracked me wide open. I shouldbe running for the hills, it’s too early on in knowing him to feel this way. It hasn’t been long enough. My heart doesn’t agree though, a river of love flows freely from it through the rest of my body.
In this moment he’s not Stone Tyler, rock god and all around bad boy.
He’s Tyler.
The soft, caring man that kisses my scars and not only tells me I’m beautiful but makes me feel it, too. The poet who writes songs about love. He’s the protector who makes sure I’m cared for and safe even when he’s not around.
I set the box aside and crawl onto his lap. My skirt rides up my thighs, and he pushes it further up my hips. His hands move around to my backside, kneading the flesh there as our lips meet.
I moan into the kiss as his tongue slips past my lips. My fingers sink into his hair while he pulls me down to grind over his erection. He moves one hand from my ass around to the front, his thumb sliding down the crease of my thigh and under the edge of my panties. I gasp as it meets my slick flesh.
“I love the sounds you make while I play with your pussy,” he says against my lips. “So fucking needy, my dirty girl.”
My pussy clenches around the nothingness filling it. I love when he calls me that. He scoots to the edge of the couch.
“Pick up the box.”
