“That’s good, though, for business I mean …”
He nods. “Just means less time being creative in the studio, which is what we want to do, but Dirty Texas thought getting straight out there under their name would be better for us, and financially, it has been, but creatively not so much.”
“Have you spoken to them? I’m sure if you could explain to them how you are feeling they would understand.”
“We don’t want to rock the boat,” Chance explains.
“The guys aren’t like that. They want what’s best for you all. If you have concerns, then talk to them,” I reassure him.
He nods. “I’ll talk to the guys about it. How’s work going? Got any new celebrity clients?”
“A few. The boutique's been extremely busy since the wedding, especially after the magazine feature. Also, Evan is being a protective son of bitch and making Sienna stay at home, he’s so scared that she is going to give birth in the store.”
Chance chuckles. “He’s really in love, that guy. It’s wild seeing someone like him fall so easily.”
“Took him losing her to realize what he had lost. Men can be stupid sometimes. But he saw the error of his ways and flew halfway across the world to get her back, and now they aremarried and she’s about to pop out a mini rock star,” I say, popping a piece of sweet and sour chicken into my mouth.
“You should've seen him on the plane, he was devastated at the thought of losing her. That's when I knew he truly loved her, and as hard as that was for him, it must feel incredible to love like that,” Chance mutters.
“It must.” I try to swallow down my food. “Have you ever been in love before?” I ask, with trepidation. I’m not asking him to say he loves me. I don’t think we are anywhere near there yet.
“Never.” Oh. “Have you?” he turns and asks me.
“No. I thought it was love, but I realize now it wasn’t,” I answer him honestly.
“Is this the guy that kept you in the shadows too,” he asks. I nod. “I don’t want to be like him, Derrick. Please, tell me if I ever make you feel that way. I know I’m asking a lot from you right now, and the feelings I have for you are real, like I said in Australia. You make me feel happy when I’m around you, and I don’t know what that feeling is as I’ve never experienced it before with anyone,” Chance confesses.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,” I reassure him.
He places his food down and does the same with mine. He then leans in and kisses me. “You make me feel things no one else has ever made me feel before,” he confesses as he continues to kiss me, tenderly, lovingly, sending shivers up my spine and hope to my heart. Chance moves me back and presses me against the sofa, I love feeling his muscled body against mine. “You are a saint for dealing with everything I’ve put you through,” he mumbles against the skin of my neck as he starts moving his way down, nipping and licking against my skin, making it break out in goosebumps.
“I am a saint.” I groan as he moves from my neck, his hands pushing up my shirt as his lips meet the bare skin of my chest. Chance sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites the tip, teasingme with the most intense pleasure. “Fuck.” I hiss as he continues to tease me. I hear his chuckles as he continues to tease my other nipple. I guess dinner is over, not that I’m complaining. His soft lips slide down my abs as his heated tongue licks around each muscle. This is the reason I work out at the gym, to impress whoever’s licking me. Once he’s done teasing me, he moves further down. My dick is already an aching steel rod, just being around him makes me hard. Then his fingers start to unbutton my pants, and before I realize it, he is pulling me from my jeans, and his hot, little mouth is wrapped around my aching cock as his Hoover of a mouth sucks the life from my balls.
“Fuck, Chance.” I groan. As my fingers slide into his hair, my words push his eager mouth to continue to suck my balls dry. “Chance, fuck, fuck.” I continue to squirm as his hands squeeze and tug on my balls while I tickle his tonsils with my cock. “Fuck, your mouth. Don’t stop, God, don’t stop.” He sucks me into another dimension. I see a kaleidoscope of colors, and I think I might even see my maker as I have an out-of-body experience as my fingers tighten around the silky threads of his hair. “Yes, yes,” I scream, loving the fact that we don’t have to be quiet. I can scream the entire suburb down if I want. Shit, I’m close, so close, then the fucker pushes his tongue down my slit and that does it for me. The next thing I know, I’m coming down his throat, and the greedy little bitch is sucking up every drop. “Fuck, Chance.” I moan, throwing my arms over my sweaty brow as I float in my happy place. All I can hear is Chance’s satisfied giggles as I feel him tuck me back into my pants and put me back together again. Opening an eye, I see he has gone back to his Chinese as if he hasn’t blown my mind. “How can you eat after that?” I ask him.
“I’m going to need my strength in a minute because I’m not done with you, Derrick Jones.” He smirks.
And he wasn’t lying. Chance spent the entire night fucking my brains out. The fact that we didn’t have to worry about anyone catching us made him let go.
Best night ever.
It’s Oscar’s thirtieth birthday, and the girls and I are heading over to his home to celebrate. Chance is going to meet me there.
“I’m not looking forward to this.” Vanessa moans as she clings to my arm.
“You’ll be fine,” I reassure her. Yes, things have not been great between the two of them. I’ve heard Evan moan about it to Sienna at the office, and heard Isla and Stacey mention it too. Everyone is walking on eggshells at Dirty Texas Records, but it’s only temporary. This can’t keep going on, they are best friends, and these two are thick as thieves. It’s just a short-term thing, Christian is all in his feels being temperamental, but once he calms down everything will go back to normal. I hope. “Let’s find the bar,” I tell the girls as we make our way through the throngs of women. I order tequila shots and cocktails for my girls because I think tonight calls for us getting lit. “Here, take one.” I hand them out to the girls and watch them throw them back one by one, and I do the same.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Look up there.” Vanessa points up to the mezzanine level where Dirty Texas is hanging out, minus Evan who is at home with Sienna; they are surrounded by groupies. The cocktails arrive, and I hand them to the girls. They arrived just in time because I know seeing Christian surrounded by groupies is affecting Ness.
“Fuck, I’m over this,” Vanessa grumbles and walks away.
“Babe, wait up,” I call after her.
“Derrick, I can’t. Please, go have fun tonight.”
“No. I’m coming with you, there’s no reason for me to be here. I’ll meet you back outside. I’ll just tell Stacey and Isla that we are going.”
“Thanks, D.”
