I shot him a sheepish smile, but Salem didn’t seem to care and towed me out of the suite, heading toward the elevator. I leaned my head on his shoulder once the doors closed. Jesse crooned at us, poking me in the side hard enough to make me jump. Salem smacked his hand away, scowling at him.
“You two are so fucking cute, it makes me want to vomit,” Jesse teased.
Salem lifted his middle finger.
Salem pressed a kiss to my neck before moving around me to come stand at my side, nodding once at an older man as he handed him his plate of food. The older lady next to me—Sandra, Samantha, Sally? I couldn’t remember her name—made an aww sound next to us that had my cheeks staining red.
These women did not care that we were famous. Instead, all they cared about was how adorable we were. My cheeks had been pinched way too much and were now sore. And if one more old lady tried to touch my boyfriend’s solid muscles one more time, I was going to flip this table of food.
“We’re almost done here,” Angela, the one in charge, announced.
“Thank fuck,” Salem groaned under his breath, clearly annoyed.
“You two,” she said, pointing at me and Salem. “You’re free to go. We appreciate all the help you two have given us today. It’s made a world of difference.” Her smile was kind, her words ringing with honesty. Despite how annoyed I was, warmth spread through my chest at her words.
I liked knowing I made a difference. Hated that Nightwork Records was going to flaunt it all over our social media accounts, but at least I knew I didn’t do it for that.
Salem grabbed my hand and towed me out of the building. I shouted, “Bye!” over my shoulder, not wanting to be rude. It was clear that Salem did not give a fuck about rudeness.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, his fingers linking through mine as he led me along the sidewalk. “That was torture.”
“You could’ve just gone with Dalton,” I reminded him.
He shook his head. “No. You can’t handle not being without me in a new environment. Even Jesse knows that. Fuck, everyone but Delia apparently knows that, babe.” He stopped at the curb where our ride had been waiting all day and opened the back door of the SUV for me. I slipped inside. “Not putting you through multiple panic attacks a day.”
I slipped my phone from my pocket, grimacing at the number of messages and calls I had from a very angry Delia. She was furious that we’d gone and done what we wanted without her permission. Salem took my phone from me and slipped it into his pocket before nuzzling my neck. My breath hitched in my throat.
“Raise the partition,” he told our driver without lifting his head.
It slid into place without a word from the driver, and then Salem was working open my jeans and slipping my cock out. I moaned when his fist wrapped around my cock, my head falling against the headrest. He smirked against my neck but didn’t say a word as he began to work me, his lips sucking and biting at my skin, leaving marks and bruises all over my neck that I knew would piss Delia off.
I couldn’t bring myself to care. I’d wear his marks proudly. Fuck anyone who didn’t like them.
My hips rose off the seat without my permission. Salem groaned. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my fist. Show me how badly you need to get off.”
I moaned again, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as I did as he instructed, fucking my cock into his tight fist, my precum acting as lubricant. I groaned and slid my fingers into Salem’s hair, lifting his head so I could kiss him. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I groaned from deep within my chest, my balls drawing up tight as his tongue slid along mine.
“Salem,” I panted into his mouth, my balls drawing up tight against my body.
“Give it to me,” he rumbled, urging me on, his hand moving faster. My hips stuttered, falling off rhythm. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
I choked on air as my cum flooded into his fist. Salem kissed me again, stealing the breath from my lungs. I finally pushed his hand away, my chest heaving. And I watched through slitted eyes as Salem lifted his messy, cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked every bit of it off, his eyes never leaving mine as he did so.
“You’re so fucking bad for me,” I groaned, my eyes falling shut. I needed a nap. Two orgasms in one day? Fuck.
He snickered and pulled me close, his other hand fixing my jeans and boxers. “You love me.”
I sighed, a small smile tilting my lips. “I really do.”
14
Salem
“Oh, my God!” a group of girls screamed, rushing up to us. Tor flinched in surprise, his wide eyes snapping from the corn dog in his hand to the group of girls crowding us. I pressed a kiss to his ear, hoping to calm him.
He had never gotten used to how much people loved us and fawned over us. Not when we’d been nothing more than a group of kids playing in bars, hoping to earn a little bit of cash, and still not when we were on a stage in an entirely different country with thousands upon thousands of fans in attendance to watch us play and sing.
“I can’t believe we’re meeting you in person!” the one with blonde hair gushed, her eyes full of hearts and her cheeks flushed. “Can we have a picture? And autographs?”
