‘Xane!’ She gulped down an unsteady breath as he wriggled a finger inside her knickers and into her heat.
‘Does this excite you?’ he asked, while nibbling the shell of her ear. ‘It really fucking excites me.’
Her sex was already molten and the brush of his fingertips against her clit made her wetter still. Dani squirmed, unsure if she wanted to encourage his exploration or divert his attention until they could get back to the hotel. All it would take was for one bitter old prude to climb off one of those boats, and they’d both make tomorrow’s news. X
ANE ROCKS IT HARD IN
M
ONACO
, the headline would proclaim in gaudy red letters.
There’d be no avoiding the repercussions once the witches at St Agatha’s saw that.
‘Here,’ he said. ‘Right now. I want you. No more teasing. No more waiting.’
‘Did you bring something?’ she asked nervously, while her hips swayed back and forth in time with Xane’s rhythm. He slid two fingers over her clit again, concentrating on making that little nubbin stand proud.
Xane’s breath whistled between his teeth. ‘Certainly did.’ His touch left her for a moment as he dug out the condom. ‘Take off your knickers.’
Really, they were seriously doing this? They were going to make love for the first time out in the open? Ginny would be proud of her.
Nervousness made her grin as she surreptitiously wriggled out of her underwear and kicked the black panties to one side, while Xane dealt with his belt buckle and zip. Unlike her he’d gone commando. His long thick cock poked rudely out from between the edges of his fly. Dani watched him roll on a condom, wishing she knew how to put one on with her mouth.
‘Face the ocean,’ he instructed. ‘And lean forward a little.’
Starlight glistened on the water as Xane snuggled up to her rear again. He lifted the back of her skirt so his naked flesh kissed the skin of her bottom. From the front, he plunged two long fingers into her swollen pussy. Dani shuddered, then rocked against the intrusion.
‘Whoa, are you always this tight?’
‘Yeah, I guess.’
He twisted his wrist and brought his thumb into play against her clit again, making the whole of her sex throb and clench.
‘If we get arrested, will you bail me?’ she asked, only half joking.
‘I can hardly shag you senseless if you’re locked up and I’m not. Are you ready for me, Dani?’
The hastiness of his words told her the answer he needed to hear was yes. Xane was excited; aroused enough to want to get in her without delay.
‘Do it.’ She sucked in a lungful of air, held it, waiting.
They’d come close to this moment before, but he’d not yet been inside her, and it was killing her waiting.
‘Ah, Dani, can you feel how hard I am for you?’ He leaned into her, using his fingers to guide the way ‘You’re so small, sweetheart.’ His thumb resumed its dance across her clit. ‘You’re going to kill me every time. I don’t think I’m going to hold this long.’
‘Whatever you need,’ she encouraged, so eager for him it was impossible to keep still, despite her misgivings over their location.
The tip of his cock sat right at her entrance. Between her thighs was a sopping wet mess. She was so ripe she could smell the scent of her own arousal.
Xane encouraged her to spread her legs a little wider, and then he was there, pushing his way inside her in incremental little jerks.
Damn. He hardly moved at first, but he filled her impossibly well.
She needed him to move more, so she’d relax a little and loosen up. He seemed to be filling up the whole of her. When he did pull back and then push, it stole her breath.
Dani leaned forward over the railing, so that it supported some of her weight. Thus positioned, she soared over the ocean, while making the angles less tight. Xane slid a fraction deeper on the next thrust, then deeper still. When he upped the pace and went at it hard, it damn near drove her crazy. Her whole nervous system lit with fire. She sucked him in, and cried out each time he withdrew.
Penetration had never been like this before. It’d always seemed faintly seedy and a bit dull, though the guys seemed to get a lot out of all that uncouth grunting that accompanied their jackhammer-like thrusts.
Xane didn’t take her like that. Sure, her bottom smacked against his loins, making more noise than was probably wise, but the slide of his cock seemed to hit something on her inside that made her fizz like a shaken-up bottle of cola.
She wished she could turn around and face him. Cling to him. Scratch her nails down his back. Later, she promised herself. Later, she’d allow herself to do that.
‘Are you with me, Dani?’ His movements became erratic, shallow and then deep, followed by a frenzy of quick strokes that he mimicked with his thumb, jerking it back and forth over her clit. Oh, yes, she was definitely with him, her body locked into a rapid ascent.
My God, he was making her come. Her muscles pulled at him. Her teeth tore at her lower lip as she tried to hold in the sounds his solid pounding caused her to make. She’d never come with a man inside her before. Had half convinced herself it would never happen.
‘Oh, God! I’m there.’ Her orgasm bubbled and popped. She came around his cock, clutching onto him with every muscle in her body. Her coming set Xane alight too.
‘Oh, fuck, yes,’ he crowed. ‘Oh, you sweet, sweet thing. That’s so good. Grip me, honey. That’s right.’ He went off, his pulse firing at rocket speed, and his hips glued to her bottom.
For several heartbeats afterwards, Dani could neither move nor catch her breath. Her fingers remained locked around the railing, while her body continued to twitch in time with Xane’s. They were both damp and sweat-soaked, and radiating more heat than even the sea breeze could cool.
When his spent cock slipped from her, she felt the loss keenly.
‘Hotel,’ Xane insisted. ‘Right now, because I need to do that again.’
She totally did too, only she never got to say it, because at that moment a bright white flash blinded them both. Oh, shit! she thought, as the glow of happiness inside her shrivelled up and died.
Xane’s first instinct was to cover his face, his second to turn away from the source of his current blindness. Bright pink blotches rowed across his field of vision. He knew he hadn’t been especially circumspect in hiding his whereabouts, but he hadn’t reckoned on being set upon this quickly. He side-stepped in order to shield Dani from their view, and thus allowed her to straighten her clothing. She still seemed disorientated. His fist curled, ready to punch whoever had cheated her of a post-orgasmic cuddle. Talk about bad timing. They could have given them another few minutes of bonding here, but then the press weren’t exactly known for their tact.
What surprised him most was that another forty bulbs hadn’t flashed after the first. No one jabbered any questions at him either, which was good. It gave him time to tidy up: tie off the condom and, with no other place to put it, cast it into the sea, along with a prayer that it wouldn’t end up as part of some kid’s sandcastle tomorrow morning.
OK, the silence started getting to him. No press pack had ever been this stealthy. He zipped his fly and turned his head. Cue flash number two, right into his eyes, but not courtesy of a bug-eyed man in a flasher mac. The girl wore torn fishnet tights with platform Mary Janes, and a cute little dress made of black tartan. Her three compatriots, although less overt in their costuming, nevertheless revealed themselves as his fans with the pitch of their screams.
‘Bad timing, ladies,’ he muttered to himself. Nevertheless, he erased the wrath from his face and, with a shrug, spun to face them.
‘It is you. It’s so, wow. It’s so, wow!’ The girl with the camera explained. ‘I can’t fucking believe it! Brigitte said she’d seen Mr Matlock at the airport, but we didn’t believe her. Are you all here, the whole band?’
‘It’s just me. Downtime,’ he explained. Obviously, news of Black Halo’s split hadn’t reached them yet.
‘What are you doing? Is that your sister?’ The latter was directed at Dani, who’d moved a step or three behind him, well out of frame of any more snapshots.
‘No,’ he laughed. ‘My sister’s not that cute.’ That, and the thought of making out with her turned his guts.
‘You know, we can be cute for you too.’ This from the girl dressed in skintight PVC with an obvious Catwoman fetish. Cute in that context didn’t much turn him on. Being clawed wasn’t his thing.
‘How about an autograph?’ asked one.
‘Or your shirt,’ said another.
‘I want his shirt.’
‘I want his trousers,’ Catwoman insisted.
In a sudden escalation of lust, things turned from being relatively calm into a frenzy. Several sets of hands pinched at his clothing. Touches strayed over several inappropriate places. Xane twisted, losing his shirt in a bid to be free of them. He was doing quite well until Tartan Girl performed a flying leap. He caught her but stumbled under the impact, spun wildly and smashed his knee against the sea wall. His leg buckled, dropping him. His chin hit the railing, which set off dynamite in his ear.
Balance bulldozed into submission, he failed to break his fall, and scraped his head against the wall in the process of colliding with the pavement.
Fuck, that hurt!
‘Nooo! Get off him. Off.’ Dani slapped them out of the way. She leaned over him.
‘Xane, are you all right? Xane, talk to me.’
‘It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s only a graze.’ He’d suffered worse injuries while netting balls with Jan and Paul between laying down tracks at the recording studios. Still, he put his fingers to the wound on his temple, to make sure it was only a graze and nothing more disfiguring. Luckily he’d fallen to the right and not the left, which might have torn out his eyebrow piercings.
Dani, meanwhile, bared her teeth at the girls. She looked so ferocious, so unlike her normal sweet self, he immediately became more besotted with her. ‘You idiots! Were you trying to kill him?’
Now that was cute.
Xane always fought his own battles. Nobody had ever stuck up for him, let alone a woman. Yet this little dot of a girl was apparently prepared to tear off limbs on his behalf. That made him want to squeeze her so tight, he was sure to cause an injury.
For good measure, he let out a groan.
His attackers all paled.
‘We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to hurt him.’
‘Is he all right? You know we didn’t mean any harm. We love him.’
‘Do you think he’ll still sign my boob?’ asked Catwoman, which rather implied he’d already agreed, and told him that she, at least, wasn’t remotely concerned about whether he was genuinely injured.
‘No, he frigging well can’t,’ Dani yelled.
Xane found the scene unexpectedly hilarious. Laughter spluttered up his throat. Immediately Dani’s attention returned to him. She swept his hair back from his face and forced him to look at her. ‘You’re bleeding. You’ve had a bang on the head, are you feeling OK?’
‘Never better.’ He hugged her tight, and pressed a smacker of a kiss on her lips, which provoked howls of outrage from his four admirers. Having stunned Dani into silence, he then perfected an upright pose.
Yep, he was fine. No wooziness, no headache, and no obvious damage beyond the scrape. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘Someone wanted a signature.’
As if by magic, a marker pen appeared, thrust into his face alongside Catwoman’s boobs. He scrawled his spiky signature across the swell of her right breast, underlining it and finishing with a stylised skull doodle.
Dani stared at him the whole time, jealousy raging within those soft brown eyes. But she didn’t make a remark or any sort of fuss. This was part of who he was; entertaining fans was expected. Xane sincerely hoped her silence was a sign that she could handle that facet of his life. It’d proved a sticking point for most of his past dates, with the obvious exception of Elspeth, who had just as many guys and girls crushing over her as there were babes desperate to snatch a piece of him.
Catwoman appeased, Xane found the other women lined up with various parts of their anatomy bared for him to scrawl his name on. Only Little Miss Tartan girl offered him something less visceral to decorate. He signed her purse.
‘Can I have a kiss too?’ she enquired cheekily.
‘Sorry, no can do. Sore throat. Can’t risk spreading it. It might be glandular fever.’
‘Oh,’ she sighed, her cute button face downcast. ‘Well, what about if I kissed you, you know, somewhere else, other than your mouth.’ Her gaze dropped none too subtly to his groin.
Xane took an urgent pace backwards. He’d had scenes like this escalate quite suddenly before. ‘That wouldn’t be very appropriate, would it? Though I’m sure you’d be profoundly good at it.’
A raspberry blush spread across her cheeks. ‘I have been told I make a fab submissive.’
Now that he didn’t believe. Her image might be all girlish sugar-coated innocence, but he very much doubted she let any man have his way in the bedroom. He’d lay money on her being the type to top from below.
‘I prefer my women dominant,’ he said, in order to watch her reaction, since it wasn’t strictly true. That admission earned him another ‘aw’ and a purr of delight from Catwoman. Shame he wasn’t interested in pursuing her glittering offer either. The only woman he wanted near his cock at the moment was the same woman he intended to take to bed for the next three days, the woman he’d spent a gazillion years looking for. Daniella Fosbrook definitely had something about her that made her worth holding on to.
‘Well, if we can’t kiss you goodnight, can we at least walk you back to your hotel?’
These four didn’t let up. He really didn’t think that was such a bright plan. For starters, he didn’t want them to know where he was staying, and secondly, he didn’t think they’d disperse without hefty persuasion once they got there.
‘How about I have a quick drink with you ladies instead?’ he suggested, to coos of delight. ‘Where were you headed?’
Xane knew a thing or two about fans, the primary one being not to upset them, and, given his recent track record involving a stadium full of disappointment, he figured he couldn’t risk alienating anyone else. Not if he didn’t want his career to nosedive completely. As it was, the next few months were going to be tough. Whether he restyled Black Halo or built a new band out of the ashes of the old, many of his longtime fans would desert him. People didn’t like change. They liked their favourites to keep on rocking in the same way they always had. Even Dani got twitchy when he suggested the band was dead. He wished he could promise her that Black Halo had a future, but he just didn’t know.