Authors: K.L. Middleton,Cassie Alexandra,Kristen Middleton
Tiffany
Ransom turned to me, his face still dark with anger. “The next time you invite a guy up, make sure he’s not married, or an asshole like Taylor. Tonight you obviously got a two-for-one.”
My jaw dropped. “I didn’t
invite
him up to my room! He said he wanted to talk, and proceeded to follow me onto the elevator. I had no idea he was going to try getting me into bed.”
“Right. I find that hard to believe.”
I stared at him in exasperation. “Frankly, I don’t care
what
you believe. You’ve been a total prick to me, and as far as I’m concerned, you need to haul
your
ass out of my room, too!”
He took a step towards me, his eyes flashing. “Why, because
Darren
is on his way up?”
I glared back at him. “No! Of course not. Anyway, shouldn’t you be downstairs with
your
little cupcake? Or did you just get lost on the way to another girl’s room?”
He smiled coldly. “Do I detect a little jealousy?”
“No!” I sputtered. “As far as I’m concerned, you can fuck whoever you want! I don’t give a crap!”
“Is that right?” he said, staring down into my eyes, looking so arrogant I wanted to punch
him
in the face. “You really don’t care?”
I clenched my fists. “No I don’t. As far as I’m concerned, you can go fuck
yourself
while you’re at it, too.”
The look on his face might have frightened me if I hadn’t been so angry with him myself. “Is that right?” he asked, now breathing so hard, he reminded me of a fuming bull.
I pointed towards the door. “Yes. Now leave. Go fuck the entire makeup crew of Icon if you want. I couldn’t care less.”
“Liar,” he growled.
Before I could answer, he pulled me into his arms, and his lips crashed against mine, hard and demanding.
Gasping, I gave in to the rush of lust that took me by surprise. I slid my arms around his neck, and pulled him closer, my anger replaced with lust.
We staggered together, his tongue in my mouth, and my fingers in his hair, pulling and tugging in desperation as I tried to get closer without losing my balance. When his hands gripped my hips, I could feel his erection pressed against me, and I dragged him towards the bed, where we fell together.
He sat up with me on his lap, raised my blouse, and tossed it aside. Then his hands slid to my breasts, squeezing, while his mouth moved to my neck.
Grinding my pelvis against his hips, I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his hard cock pushing against me.
Ransom’s lips moved lower, and he unclasped my bra, squeezing both of my breasts, then bringing them to his mouth. I moaned in pleasure as he sucked and rolled one of my nipples between his teeth while the other hand moved between my legs. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but it turned me on even further.
“Let’s get rid of these pants,” he said, rolling us over until he was on top. Soon, they, along with my drenched panties, and his T-shirt, were gone.
He stared down at me, and then repositioned himself between my legs, pulling my knees over his shoulders. He turned his head, kissing and nipping at the soft skin on my inner thigh making my legs tremble. As his lips moved closer to my heat, I grabbed onto the sheets, anticipating his hungry mouth on my slickened folds. Instead, he stopped. “Tell me you care,” he demanded, placing a finger near my opening.
“Yes,” I whispered back. The truth was that I cared, more than I ever wanted to admit.
He stared up into my eyes, and then began to wiggle his finger.
“Oh,” I moaned as he watched my face, his eyes dark with desire. Then he slid it deep inside of me, and lowered his mouth.
I gasped in delight as his tongue began to move along with his finger, fast and relentless. After only a few seconds, my lower stomach tightened, and the fluttery tingle between my legs grew until it exploded into an orgasm that brought me to tears.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let’s see if we can give you another.”
Just then, someone started knocking on the door.
Ransom’s head shot up, and we stared at each other in the darkness.
“Tiffany?”
Crap. It was Darren.
Ransom’s face darkened, and he sat up.
Sighing, I turned to get out of bed, but he apparently had other ideas. He grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me onto his lap. Pushing the side of my hair away from my neck, he bit my earlobe. “Where
are
you going?” he whispered. “I’m not finished, yet.”
“Tiffany?” hollered Darren. “I could have sworn that I heard you screaming. Are you okay?”
“Uh, I’m getting ready for bed!” I yelled. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
He paused. “Are you okay?”
Ransom pushed me forward, until I was on my knees, and then kneeled behind me.
“I’m fine,” I answered as he unzipped his jeans, and rubbed the tip of his cock against my opening.
“You sure? You sound funny.”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Well, okay. Goodnight.”
“Night.”
“So beautiful,” whispered Ransom, running his hand down my back. “God, I’ve missed you.”
Tears sprang to my eyes as he replaced his hand with his lips, kissing my spine, his lips more tender than before. “I missed you, too.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone like you, Tiffany,” he said, pulling my hair over my shoulder. He leaned forward and kissed my neck. “You’re all I ever think about. Us together. You in my arms.”
“Me too,” I whispered, turning my head.
He brushed my lips with his, and then straightened up. “I’ve been dreaming about being inside of you for the last few weeks,” he said, squeezing my buttocks.
I spread my legs wider. “Then quit dreaming.”
He grabbed my hips firmly, positioned himself, and then plunged into me from behind, both of us moaning in pleasure at the tightness. As he began to move in and out, I closed my eyes and reveled in the sweet sensation of what it was like to be filled by Ransom. Panting, I opened my eyes back up and glanced over my shoulder at him as he thrust into me, harder and deeper.
“Yes,” I panted as his hips moved faster and the pressure began to build inside of me with each thrust.
Harder.
Deeper.
I moaned.
He leaned forward and brought his hand to my sex, rubbing it as he plunged in and out of me from behind until I peaked and then soared into hot oblivion, moaning in ecstasy.
Ransom gasped and shuddered against me as my pelvic muscles contracted around his shaft. Still leaning over me, he squeezed my breast firmly, and held me against his chest, as he came, pulsating inside of me.
I closed my eyes and smiled.
I was in heaven.
I was with the only man I wanted to be with.
I was also leaking something between my legs.
I stiffened up. “Ransom?”
“Yeah.”
“Uh, did you use a condom?”
He didn’t answer.
I turned around and looked at him. “I could get pregnant, you know, among other things.”
He smiled innocently. “Could you just imagine the talent in our child?”
I scowled. “This isn’t funny. I’m way too young to be a mother. Plus, you’re not exactly
father
material.”
He looked hurt. “What do you mean?”
I got out of bed and ran a hand through my hair, forgetting about my nakedness. “This is insane. What in the hell were we thinking. What in the hell were
you
thinking?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I was too caught up in the moment to think about a condom.”
“You must be carrying one in your wallet. I mean, what were you going to do with ‘Red’?”
He frowned. “Red?”
“The girl in the bar? The one with the big… you kno…”
He stared at my chest. “Tits?”
I glanced down, and my cheeks turned red. “Yes,” I replied, grabbing the blanket from the bed. “The girl who was showing more skin than a newborn.”
Ransom laughed. “She’s married to one of my band members. There’s nothing going on between us, Taffy.”
“Well, rumor has it that you’re screwing two girls. Two hair stylists,” I sniffed.
He folded his arms across his chest. “At the moment, I’m only screwing one, and she’s making a fool out of herself.”
My jaw dropped. “Making a fool out of myself?”
“Look, I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.”
I nodded towards the alarm clock. “That’s good because you haven’t left the room yet, and it’s only been five minutes.”
Ransom chuckled.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.”
He got out of bed and then reached for me. “Would you chill out?”
I slapped his hand away. “I can’t do this, Ransom. I keep picturing you with other women. You have this horrible reputation and… and you haven’t called me or… tried seeing me,” I said, raising my chin.
“So? That was then, before I fell for you, Taffy. And yeah, I’ve wanted to see you, but you told me to stay away.”
He had me there.
“You’ve never listened to me before, though,” I replied. “When I asked you to stay away.”
He sighed. “Listen, the night of the funeral, I snuck out of my condo and went to the reception to surprise you, but I saw you leaving with that blonde guy.” He scratched his head and frowned. “What can I say, it really pissed me off.”
“Julian?”
He shrugged. “I have no idea what his name was. I saw him giving you a piggy-back ride, and you enjoying yourself. I figured, you’d already forgotten about me.”
“Julian is just a friend, and he’s… gay.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Gay?”
“Yes. Gay.”
He groaned. “Fuck.”
I grinned. “Were you jealous?”
He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his arms. “Yes. I was ready to jump out of my car and beat the fuck out of him.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. Julian is a really nice guy. He spent several months volunteering at a mission. I think you’d have secured a spot in Hell after doing something that bad.”
He snorted. “Babe, my spot is already reserved. When you’ve sinned as much as I have, redemption isn’t in the cards anymore.”
I scowled. “First of all, don’t get me started on that. There’s always hope and you can turn your life around. Second, you’ve got to stop trying to control my life.”
His eyes widened innocently. “Control your life?”
“Yes. What do you call trying to get me kicked off of Icon?”
“I call it saving your ass from making a bad mistake,” he replied with a smug smile.
I pushed him away. “Dammit, aren’t you ever going to give up?”
“I’m trying to save you from Icon, a different kind of hell.”
I groaned. “God, I’m an adult. I should be able to make my own decisions.”
“That’s what I thought, too. Haven’t you noticed how controlling these bastards are? You’re basically locked in your room; you can’t speak with anyone outside of the show. You can’t have a damn beer without getting a permission slip. Tiffany, this is just a glimpse of what you’ll be subjected to if you win this show.”
“Fine, but let me decide what I want! Quit trying to put up roadblocks, and making me feel like a failure on stage.” My eyes filled with tears. “You have no idea how much that hurt today. Here, I thought I did a pretty good job, singing one of your songs, and you crushed me, Ransom.”
His eyes softened. “I’m sorry…”
“Well, then stop this! I mean, did you even
like
how we performed?”
He smiled. “Hell, I couldn’t have sang it better myself.”
I slugged him. “Then tell me! Make me feel proud, like I accomplished something! All I wanted was to see you nod or give me the thumbs up. Maybe even to say ‘
good job’
, Tiffany. Instead you made me feel like a total loser. It was humiliating.”
He stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just want to save you from –”
I shoved him backwards. “You’re a broken record, Ransom. Look, it’s obvious I can’t win this fight with you.”
“Then let’s
not
fight. I’ll help you get a record deal with someone else. I have connections. I can hook you up.”
“That’s just it. I don’t
want
your help. I want to do this on my own. I want to know that it was my voice that landed me a record deal, not because I know you.”
“They won’t sign you unless they think you’re talented, anyway.” He stared down at me. “Come on, Tiffany, let’s just pack our stuff and forget Icon. Sonia has found a way for me to get out of my contracts so I can walk away, clean and clear. I’m going to start fresh, see if I can convince my old band members to take me back. Write my own music, make my own decisions, and get my life back.” He smiled. “I want you with me.”