Finally Finn (Los Rancheros #4) (12 page)

“Yeah, we’ll see, wont we?” I ask
rhetorically with a laugh that has nothing to do with humor.

“Hey,” he says quietly, moving his hands to
my back and bringing our bodies into contact. “Give me those eyes,
Sadie.”

I look up and swallow. I’m terrified of this
performance and he can see it. Finn’s eyes move to my lips and he
shakes his head slightly. “I can’t kiss you right now. Your lips
are so red, it would be everywhere.” He looks up to my eyes and
spears me with his grey eyes. “I want those around my dick tonight.
But for right now, I need you to tilt your head back for me, sweet
girl.”

I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I’m
so down with whatever it is. Closing my eyes, I lean back on the
makeup counter and grip the ledge between my fingers. Finn pulls
with his hands at my back and it arches my chest toward him.

At the first touch of his lips, my breath
whooshes out before I gasp in again at the wet slide of his tongue
on my collarbone. When his teeth nibble lightly at the side of my
neck where my pulse pounds, I moan low in my throat.

Finn uses his nose to expose the swell of my
breast covered by the fall of hair over my shoulder, and covers the
expanse of revealed skin with hot kisses that have me curling my
toes in my boots. He uses his tongue between my breasts where the
material pushes them together and moves up my neck until his lips
are hovering over mine.

My eyes flutter open and we stare at each
other with so much pent up desire I’m tempted to say fuck the show.
I literally shake with need, and rock my hips into Finn’s to feel
how hard he is for me.

“Sadie—”

The click of the door shutting brings both of
our heads around. The door has been shut, or hasn’t it?

“Finn—” I start, but he’s already moving to
the door. He steps into the hall and looks both ways then steps
back into the room.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the green
room.”

“You didn’t lock the door?” I ask as I walk
down the hall. Finn bares his teeth as he clenches them.

“I wasn’t thinking about the door, baby.” I
sigh. “I’m going to check the security tapes.”

“Okay.” I can’t worry about this right now.
Finn grabs my hand and jiggles it.

“Hey. Everything’s fine. I have this handled.
You do your thing.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, smiling. It earns me a
smirk.

“Save that for later. You’re going to need
it.” Finn walks away, leaving me adrift in the hall outside the
green room. Someone jostles me and I come out of my haze and walk
into the room.

Immediately someone is messing with my hair,
another is touching up makeup and there are hands on my back that
are attaching the ear piece’s cord to the battery pack clipped to
my jeans.

“We’re ten minutes until show time. If I can
have the cast please follow me to the stage,” someone with a
headset and clipboard says. The swarm moves so that I can walk, but
follow, always touching. This isn’t what I’ve been used to in my
old career. It was more along the lines of wake up and walk on.
Sure, for magazines or photo shoots it was some semblance of this,
but these people don’t stop.

I’m gratified to see a team around Fandy and
Danny too, and can’t help but smirk. “Your eye liner is smudged,
Danny boy.” He smiles.

“Bite my ass, little girl.” I laugh and can
practically feel my nerves settling.

“You forgot your hat, Ms. Dinah.” Someone
plops the top hat on my head and I smile as best I can from my
frozen position as more people adjust the hat, my hair and the
person brushing lipstick on again.

I move my eyes around and see Fandy. “You
look sexy, big man!” I can’t help but say. He’s got his hair back
with a suede jacket, white shirt and black pants with buckles
everywhere. The hat is perfect. We all have versions of a top hat,
mine being the tallest since I’m the shortest in height. I can see
the ball cap poking out of Danny’s back pocket when he turns. I’ve
never seen him go anywhere without one.

Even though we had rehearsed this all day
yesterday, my knees jump and I start bouncing on my toes. The ache
it causes is so familiar, I find that I can breathe easier after a
few minutes. The swarm takes another swipe at me with their brushes
and combs, before someone with a headset waves us on stage as the
opening music starts.

The host of the show does her spiel as the
theater goes black, some model that has a big enough posse around
her we’ve never spoken directly except for the initial
interviews.

We’re playing at a historic venue in New York
City with great opera balconies up the walls. There was no problem
selling tickets in a week so that the place was sold out, but the
way I understand it the crew had a hell of a time getting all of
the contestants there so quickly.

As the crowd screams, I take a deep breath
and walk across the stage with my head down and knees high. I take
my place at the microphone in the middle of the two boys with my
feet shoulder length apart and let the noise take me away.

When I start to sing “Empire State of Mind” I
fight the smile that tries to form. The decibel level goes up as
the audience goes insane. Danny’s acoustic guitar can be heard
perfectly with this song. The song choice was a no brainer given
the city we’re playing and what the show is about. It’s make it or
break it time for these folks.

We play three songs then take a break to
towel off and change into identical outfits. We take our seats at
the table waiting for us in the middle of the crowd. The host
informs the audience that if their name is called, they’re to walk
to the side of the stage.

And so it begins. Once the first kid comes
up, he has sixty seconds to decide on a song and ninety seconds to
perform it. The concert started at 5 PM, and by the time we listen
to the last it’s after midnight.

Fandy, Danny and I take an intermission to
confer together quickly, but we did a lot during the performances.
Surprisingly, I find myself fighting for the horny Justin Bieber
wanna-be. Fandy doesn’t like him, probably because he’s got little
girls, but agrees with his talent. Stella shines like the star she
is, but I had no doubts about her.

The plan was that we would call the top
twenty to the stage and dismiss the rest, but Danny voices his
opinion of how cold it seems, so we switch it around. We get on
stage again, and give the top twenty their congratulations then ask
them to leave. Stools are brought in and the thirty remaining
members are brought up to fill the front rows.

I, for one, forget that the cameras are
probably still rolling. We ask them to ask us questions, and give
advice to the ones not comfortable enough to stand up. We know
their faces by now, we’ve all watched the videos more than once and
we want them to keep going.

When we suggest they shake up a melody and
not stick to the plan, people want examples, so we wind up
performing more than one song off the cuff. We pose for pictures
and sign whatever they want. Thankfully, no one leaves angry. They
got encouragement from us and I have a feeling we’ll be doing this
after a lot of shows.

However, we’re all starving and exhausted by
the time we leave. We head to a twenty-four hour diner with the
crew and cause as big of a stir as possible at 3 AM. By the time
we’re going our separate ways to catch planes or crash in hotel
rooms, the sun is coming up.

I wake up gasping, still in my corset. The
warm slide of Batty’s tongue over my core makes me arch into
him.

“Batty,” I whisper desperately. He lifts his
head briefly.

“That’s right, baby. Batty’s here.” He adds
two fingers into me quickly as he flicks his tongue onto my clit.
Batty knows I can’t get off this way, but I don’t guess at his
intent before he’s sliding them back out and down. My breath
freezes in my lungs.

I start breathing again when he keeps his
finger on the outside of my body, rubbing nerves that haven’t been
stimulated, ever. I pant when he increases the speed of his tongue,
sucking gently, then harder.

“Batty,” I plead, holding his head to me and
needing something more.

“I’ve got you, baby. Come on my face so that
I can give you your breakfast.” My face scrunches up.

“What? Why . . . are you talking about
breakfast . . . right now?” He smirks and I whimper when he lifts
his head and stops moving.

“Because you’re still wearing that red
lipstick, now fucking come.” Batty seals his mouth around my clit,
sucking and flicking with his tongue in the perfect combination of
pressure and stimulation, he pushes that finger at my ass to the
first knuckle. I throw my head back and scream as the waves of
pleasure crash through me.

Batty climbs my body as my muscles spasm and
I writhe in aftershocks. My body jerks sharply when he pops the
buttons down my corset, making me gasp again. Batty’s hands roll my
nipples sharply, then I feel his knees on the outside of my
shoulders. Holy shit.

I open my eyes to the most perfect V I’ve
ever seen in real life. I bring my hands to his back and push Batty
closer to my face and open my mouth. He angles his cock down and I
swirl my tongue around the head, then he flexes his hips until he’s
hitting the back of my throat.

I moan at his taste, and he groans softly
above me. I watch his hands land on the wall turn into fists as he
sets a rhythm. I pull him into me and open my throat, making him
gasp and thrust harder.

“You suck me so good, Sadie. So good,” he
tells me, watching my cheeks hollow out as I suction him back in.
He swells in my mouth and I know he’s close. I dig my nails into
his ass, but he pulls out anyway.

“Not like that, baby.” He pants. “Flip
over.”

Batty moves off of me and twists my hips
himself. I try to lever up on my hands, but he pulls my jacket hard
until my arms are trapped in the tight sleeves behind my back. I
have to turn my head to the side in order to breathe and can just
see his face and shoulders in the mirror above the dresser.

He pushes my legs closed, and pulls my hips
back. In the mirror, I see him watching my ass, imagine him
positioning himself at my entrance a second before I feel it and
scream when he pushes into me to the hilt on the first thrust.

Like this, I can barely breathe I’m so
full.

“Jesus Christ. You’re perfect, Sadie.” Batty
puts both palms on my ass, his fingers curling into my hips as he
pulls me into him. My face slides on the sheets, my feet curl up
until I get my heels into his ass and I pull him into me as he
pulls me. His balls tap my clit deliciously and I smile in a haze
when I feel myself climbing again.

My inner muscles start to twitch and it spurs
him on. “That’s right, baby. Give it to me,” Batty orders.

“What do you want?” I ask in a husky voice I
can’t help. Batty’s rhythm falters and he seats himself inside of
me before answering.

“Everything. I want everything, Sadie.” My
eyes flood with tears, remembering the first night we had sex and I
answered the same way.

“Okay,” I whisper, then slide into
ecstasy.

“Did you figure out who opened the dressing
room door?” I ask over stuffed French toast left by room
service.

Batty nods, finishing his orange juice.
“Yeah. You’re not going to like it any more than I do.”

My back straightens in my chair. “Why? Who
was it?”

Batty’s eyes meet mine over the small table,
his eyes serious. “Jacque.”

My head jerks back in confusion. “Maybe he
just had to tell me something.”

“No, babe. He didn’t open and shut the door.
He leaned against the door jam and watched for a minute.”

I shiver. “That’s weird.”

Batty’s eyebrows rise. “Yeah. It sure as fuck
is. Have you looked into him? I was going to do it when you hired
him, but figured you had it handled.”

“No. He answered a Facebook post about me
wanting an assistant,” I say defensively.

“How long after you posted it? Did you call
him, did he leave a number?”

“What? No. He . . .” Oh shit. “He was at my
house. He said he found it on the Stars’ map.”

Batty’s face shuts down as he grabs his phone
and walks away.

Fuck.

FRIDAY

“We’ve been watching your show. You seem to
get along really well,” Ali says while taking a bite of her caprese
salad.

I nod, wiping my mouth and swallowing before
answering. “We really do. I was worried for a bit, but they’re
really great.”

“Why were you worried?”

I shrug and shift uncomfortably in my seat.
“Well, you were there when we did that benefit concert. It didn’t
exactly paint me in the best light.”

Ali puts down her fork and gives me a flat
look. “We saw what kind of crazy you were dealing with. If I had to
be around that for any length of time I would be the same way.”

“Still. My whole career was the definition of
unprofessional.”

Ali waves a hand. “It’s water under the
bridge. You aren’t hitting people now, that’s all that matters, and
who knew you had that great set of pipes hidden in there?”

“Shut up. So many people are more talented
than I am.” I brush off her comment.

“Everyone has someone more talented than
them. I can think of a dozen people more talented at tattooing than
I am, but I’m still booked six months in advance. Be proud of what
you’ve got and work with it. You should put out a solo album.”

I laugh. “Now you’re talking crazy.”

“No, I’m serious. You have a huge promoting
platform with the show. Did you know all of the covers you do on
the show go on iTunes. I have a few on my phone right now. They’re
doing great on the charts.”

I sit back, shocked. “What the hell? How do I
not know that?”

“I don’t know, girl. Your assistant doesn’t
tell you that? Or maybe the big terrifying hunk you’re shacking up
with?” she teases.