Gigi stands alone, fuming. Her face is scarlet, and her eyes bleed black, it’s like she’s possessed. “You’ll be sorry you ever fucked with me.”
Charlotte rolls her eyes. “I doubt it. We’re no longer using your song and please feel free to drop the song we’re on from your album. We’d hate to be tainted by you any further.”
“Rot in hell,” she spits, and her evil eyes fall on me. “How does it feel to ruin a band with your magical pussy?”
Sully pushes Gigi out the door. She stumbles backward and falls on her ass on the sidewalk. “Say another word to her and I’ll rip your tongue out. Now get lost!”
She scrambles to her feet and flees down the street.
Sully turns to everyone. “I’m sorry about that. I snapped. She didn’t deserve—”
Lars laughs. “Dude, chill. It’s okay.”
Alice claps. “Ding dong, the evil witches are dead! We gotta celebrate.”
Charlotte sighs and gestures toward the venue. “Guess we should go back to pack our crap and tell them we’re not playing tonight.”
Ben clamps a hand on Sully’s shoulder. “You can stay here.” He offers his hand for the guitar. “I’ll treat your guitars real nice.”
“Not a scratch,” Sully says, giving him his guitar.
Charlotte hugs me and kisses my cheeks. “Be good to our Sully.” She kisses Ben on the lips, and they leave together.
Lars pulls his phone out. “This makes me want to call my wife. See you later.” He follows his bandmates.
Alice tosses her coffee cup in the trash can and winks at me. “See. I knew this plan would work. No problem.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Thanks.”
My phone buzzes as a call cuts through. It’s the driver for the ride I forgot about. “You ready? Our driver has been circling, pissed they can’t find us.”
Sully kisses my temple. “Yes. I’ll go anywhere with you.”
We flag down the car and hop inside.
Once we get to my place and close the door, our mouths slam together. We fumble to my room, peeling off our clothes along the way.
He sweeps my hair over my shoulder to kiss my neck. “You’re mine,Schatz,” he growls.
I run my fingers along his jaw and pant, “Forever.”
Sully palms my breast. I arch at his rough touch. He gently tosses me onto the bed and licks his lips, watching me for a second. His dick is hard and ready. I can’t wait any longer and grab his wrists, pulling him onto me.
I suck on my bottom lip as he sinks into me. At first, he’s slow, teasing me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades and rock my hips, wanting more of him. Needing him to fill me up.
He holds my hips and pumps into me, going harder and faster. My eyes roll back as my moans grow louder and louder.
“That’s it. Scream for me,meine Liebe.” He cups my breast and nips at the other one.
The headboard pounds against the wall. A framed picture above my nightstand falls to the floor and shatters. But it doesn’t matter, not when this orgasm has me seeing stars.
My breath hitches as I feel him come too. Tremors rock my body as he falls to my side, breathing hard and covered in sweat.
Sully is my Heaven on Earth, and I will never let him go. Never again.
45
Sullyandhisbandmatesdecide to finish recording their new record in LA before flying home. One of the songs sticks out from the album, and Sully suggested a music video to help promote their music after canceling their European tour.
