Page 83 of Revel
He sheds his soaked shirt, and my cheeks heat again as he smirks playfully at me. He reaches for a towel Cliff hands him, smiling at the guys patting him on the back, and me. His hair falls into his eyes, sweat sliding down his temples and cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he teases.
“Yes you do!” I squeal when he wraps his arms around me and lifts me up off the floor. Shivers attack me from my spine to my toes and his warm breath tickles my neck. I look down at him, his face flushed, the blue in his eyes highlighted by the lights from the stage next to us. My breath is shaky as I exhale. “You know everyone is going to be talking about that.”
His eyes hold mine, heavy weights taking me under. I watch his face, search his sincerity, looking for the swagger I saw on stage. It’s not there any longer. He’s vulnerable and looking for approval. Deep down, underneath the cockiness, he cares. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat with his swallow. “Let ’em talk, Red,” he states, his words holding certainty.
When he brushes his nose to my chin, I dip my head lower. “Are you sure about that?”
His lips hover over mine. “I give you these roses of regret. I don’t know no other way,” he whispers.
When he kisses me, I kiss him back, with meaning.
The kiss doesn’t last long before he’s pressing me against equipment and getting a little out of hand. His hands are everywhere, on my breasts, my butt, all in front of the stage crew, other bands and. . . my dad.
“Revel,” I gasp against his mouth, pushing back on his bare shoulders when he’s biting my neck, my hands slipping off from the sweat. He doesn’t hear me at first. He’s too obsessed with trying to get me naked in public.
Dad clears his throat. “Put my daughterdown.”
That catches Revel’s attention. Not me, not the hundreds of people around us. No, it’s my dad and his words,“Put my daughter down.”
Revel presses his forehead against mine, his eyes on my dad. He smells like whiskey and Camel Lights. “Not until I get her off,” he says, winking at my dad.
There’s a fraction of me that doesn’t like him talking like that in front of my dad, but then there’s a better part of me that enjoyed it. I hold my breath, waiting for my dad’s reaction.
Dad narrows his eyes, a murderous expression set on Revel. His jaw clenches and he tucks his cell phone into his jacket. Over his shoulder, I notice Bella and Liz staring at us, waiting to see what’s going to happen.
Without another word, my dad turns to leave. I’ve never seen my dad back down to anyone, until Revel.
My eyes slide back to Revel, still confused about what that was between him and my dad, let alone how I feel about it. “Now what?”
Revel keeps his eyes on mine, burning with lust. I tighten my thighs around his waist, wishing he’d put me down because it’s awkward, but then praying he doesn’t.
“Princess,” he groans as he backs me up against speakers, his erection pushing between my thighs, teasing it, his eyes never breaking from mine. “How do you feel about public indecency.”
I give him a shy smile. “Never thought about it.”
“Would you stop me?” he asks gruffly as he grabs my hips and takes me around the corner of the stage, then down a riser and underneath the main stage as Breckin performs. He doesn’t set me down until I’m propped on a black equipment box.
The way he looks at me, the intensity in his eyes, my confidence soars like it did on stage with him. “No.” Darkness surrounds us, smoke filtering through from the stage above, and the thump in my chest from the music competes with the blood rushing in my ears. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. He’s shirtless already, but working on his jeans and my pants at the same time, his actions hasty, needy and uncontrolled. He stumbles, widening his stance to slide me to the edge of the box and against his erection.
I’m conscious of the problems with the scenario—aware of the fact that stage managers, roadies, assistants, basically everyone is just on the other side of the shadows we’re in. Anyone can walk around the corner at any minute. But I care about none of that as much as the way he’s responding to me and the way my body is reacting to his every touch.
I give up and tilt my mouth to his, inviting the kiss, my fingers working their way to his temple so I can run my fingers through his hair. A stifled moan works its way from his throat, his grip on my hips tightening as he presses his mouth more firmly against mine. My hands sweep back down along his jaw. He hasn’t shaved in a while, and his stubble scratches my lips, but it’s exactly what I want.
I grip his neck, my hands fisting in his hair. He moans quietly again, a noise that’s barely heard over the loud music surrounding us. We’re having trouble keeping still, our bodies tilting and swaying gently to the side and against one another as the kissing intensifies. My heart hammers against my breastbone, breathing escaping me entirely. I can’t help myself, my hips move, making more direct, persistent contact with his.
Revel groans in my ear, a noise somewhere between a gasp and a groan as his body answers mine. “I can’t wait any longer…,” he says, moving his hips, and I clench my eyes shut at the heightening of every sensation I’m already feeling.
I grab onto his shoulders as he slides my leather pants off, which is rather difficult considering I’d just been sweating my butt off on stage but it’s strangely comforting that he’s just as sweaty. When he has me naked and his jeans around his ankles, he keeps his eyes on mine as he reaches for his cock and runs the tip over my clit. “I don’t have a condom,” he admits, waiting for my answer.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, so ready for him. “I’m on the pill.” I swallow hard, and a begging noise escapes my lips. I should care that he’s been with so many different women, but it’s not enough to stop me from allowing it.
He likes that I’m trusting him with this. I can tell by the way his muscles tense. My heart pounds, my skin is hot and sticky, my nipples hardening as the heat of him brushes against them.
Exhaling slowly, he keeps a grip on my hip as he pushes himself inside me. He says nothing.
I take in a deep breath and try to focus on every sensation, from head to toe, letting it all sink in. I still can’t believe this is happening while my ex-boyfriend is playing above us and we’re in public. Me. Having sex with Revel Slade beneath the stage at Madison Square Garden.
Something roots itself deep inside my chest, a feeling, a nervousness that this might be the last time. What if this is the last time we’re together like this?
