Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (18 page)

“There wasn’t much money left.  She had managed to spend almost all of it on herself.  Stupid, frivolous things that she never used.  She led everyone to believe that she was giving me a privileged upbringing.  Music and ballet lessons and all the required equipment costs money.  Extra tuition that was extortionately priced but would help me to succeed in life.  I saw nothing of that money.  She barely fed and clothed me.”

“Oh god, Issy. I’m so sorry.  How did you get to move schools then?”

“I applied for a scholarship.  Thankfully, my mom was a bit of a genius and I must have inherited some of her brains.  I walked out and never looked back.  Once I confided in Angel, she made sure that I spent every holiday with her family.  I didn’t know my aunt had died until last year.  She had to have one last poison arrow to throw.  She bought her house with my trust fund money.  When she died, she left it to the local cats’ home.”

Lucas’ shocked face showed what he thought about it.

“The thing is, Lucas, she hated cats with a passion.”

What he did next, totally took me by surprise.  He threw his head back and laughed.  A real, infectious belly laugh and I found myself joining in.  God only knows what the other people in the bar thought of us. 
We laughed until our ribs ached and I felt the burden lifting.  I suddenly wished that I’d told him the rest.  I thought that he might actually understand.  It was too late though – the moment had passed.

That night, in our hotel bed, Lucas made love to me reverently and considerately.  It was the best vanilla I’d ever had, but he was still in charge, dictating the rhythm and the timings.  Four times he took me to the brink of orgasm and then changed tack to deny me.  It was worth it when I finally did.  I think everyone staying the hotel must’ve heard me experience my first screaming orgasm!

At some point during the night, I awoke to find Lucas kissing and nibbling my neck.  I soon found my hands behind my back, bound together by his leather belt.  I was kissed all over, and teased and tickled before he licked and lapped me to another sensational climax.  No sooner had my legs regained their function, that I found myself bent face down over the side of the bed with Lucas slamming into me from behind.   I needed little encouragement to reach my third peak of the night before snuggling back into his arms and falling soundly asleep.

The next morning I woke to find that we were both on our sides with limbs entwined, facing each other with lips almost touching.  There was no time to linger in bed when I noticed the time, much to Lucas’ disgust.   But we did take an unexpectedly longer than planned shower when I found my legs wrapping around his hips under the powerful stream of water.

Back at the festival site, it was total chaos to the uninitiated.  We made our way back to the tour bus to find everyone still fast asleep.  Lucas quickly roused the boys with threats of a bucket of cold water.  Ethan and Travis looked like death so they were ordered to shower and change quickly.  Angel dished out Tylenol and bottles of water.  Scott kept out of the way, obviously embarrassed by the previous night’s events.

Once everyone was showered and changed, Lucas insisted that we all go for breakfast.  I marvelled at how men with raging hangovers who looked like they could throw up at any moment could put away greasy bacon and eggs and feel all the better for it.  Within half an hour they were all human again.

Lucas instructed the boys to get their things together, make sure that everything was ready while he went off and checked final arrangements and timings.  That left Angel and I to catch up over a coffee.  She was desperate to know what had happened with Scott.  I told her everything, including Lucas’ theory about Scott’s feelings for me.  Then I told her what I’d told him about my upbringing – more specifically, what I hadn’t told him.

“Why didn’t you tell him everything?” she sighed.  “Don’t you think he would understand?  He adores you, Issy.  I think you do him an injustice by keeping him in the dark.”

“Angel, I’m not marrying him or anything.  I don’t owe him anything. We have an agreement for a month, which we are already halfway through.  If it hadn’t been for Scott, I wouldn’t have told him anything,” I huffed.

“Didn’t he wonder why that track upsets you so?”

“He just assumed it was because my dad wrote it for me so I have a strong emotional attachment to it.”

Angel’s judgement of my actions was written all over her face.  I was glad when Lucas came back to say that the first acts would be performing imminently.  We went to the tour bus to check on the band.  All was in order so Lucas said that we could enjoy the festival for a couple of hours.  The boys weren’t due to perform until late afternoon so we had some downtime to enjoy the festival.  Scott hurried off after Ethan and Travis, looking distinctly uncomfortable.

Chad and Angel wandered around the festival with us until we wanted to see two different bands.  Lucas and I wandered over to watch a band that had just been signed to a major label.  He’d been advised to see them by one of the organizers.  We stood, amongst hundreds of others, me leaning against his chest with his strong arms around me, swaying rhythmically in a sea of moving bodies. 

They were good – really good!  The lead singer was very hot, covered in piercings and tattoos.  Lucas noticed me drooling and teased me relentlessly.  I blamed the tattoos!  On a nicely toned body, there really was nothing better than a little ink … except, perhaps a lot of ink!  Lucas said that he quite fancied getting a tattoo and I teased him that he just wanted one so that I would drool over him some more.

Lucas called the guys and rounded everyone up for a snack and team talk before it was the guy’s turn to perform.  Over hot dogs and fries, he advised them to do exactly as they do when they performed in his bar.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Yes, they were playing to a much larger crowd in an outdoor venue but he warned them not to be distracted or overawed by that. 

Then, he gave Ethan a pile of tee-shirts, printed with the name of the band and artwork that he’d had drawn up in consultation with the guys.  They were gorgeous. He instructed Ethan to hand them out to adoring fans as they played.  Ethan said he would and insisted on wearing one of the black tee-shirts himself.  I knew that all the ladies would love him, so couldn’t help but think that it was a sound tactic.

The guys went off with Lucas, taking their instruments with them.  Angel and I were totally wracked with nerves for them.  We knew they were good – better than good – but could they pull off a gig like this?  We certainly hoped so.   We pushed our way to the front of the crowd at the stage where they’d be performing.  The band currently playing were mediocre at best so thankfully, it wasn’t long before they were done and the boys were up.

My stomach was doing somersaults and Angel looked like she was going to faint; her blue eyes huge in her pale face.  Out came the boys to a lukewarm response.  I told myself it was to be expected because they were unknown.  They began to play but Ethan seemed wooden; he’d lost his stage presence and charisma.  They sounded fine but they weren’t engaging the crowd.

During the next track, Ethan’s favorite about unrequited love, he came alive.  He walked the length of the stage, leaning down to sing to individual girls, who melted.  I’d seen it so many times.  Slowly, his cocky arrogance returned and they settled into their usual style.  I breathed a huge sigh of relief and began to enjoy myself.

Angel and I sang our hearts out as Ethan strutted across the stage and Travis leaped about in his own inimitable style.  When Ethan threw the first few tee-shirts out in the crowd, it almost caused chaos.  All the ladies wanted them but there were also lots of guys who seemed to be enjoying the set as well.  For every tee-shirt he threw, there was a scramble of about twenty people trying to claim it.

All too soon, it was the end of their set.  Angel and I were ecstatic for them and so proud of them.  The crowd roared as Ethan threw the remaining tee-shirts into the crowd.  We waited for the boys to join us but they didn’t.  We used our passes to get backstage but there was no sign of them there either.  We decided to go back to the tour bus but it was empty. 

I tried calling Lucas but the call went to voicemail.  Angel tried Chad but his cell rang out – he’d left it on the bus.  None of the others were answering their phones either so we just sat and waited.  About an hour later, we heard them before we saw them and we knew that Travis was drunk – he was singing at the top of his lungs.

They clambered aboard, clutching their bottles of beer and looking very pleased with themselves.  I reasoned that they deserved it, since they had been so damn fantastic.  Lucas followed them, obviously the worse for alcohol too.  He said that he had an announcement to make but before he could say it, Travis stole his thunder.

“Guess what ladies … we’ve been invited to support Glass Snake on tour next month.  We are going on fucking tour!” He attempted to grab me, but I evaded his clutches, looking to Lucas for an explanation.

He simply grinned and I knew it was true. 

“Oh my god.  You’re going on tour?  When? Where?”

“Ever-where, for five muns,” slurred Ethan. 

“In six weeks,” said Chad, looking anxiously at Angel.  She just beamed back at him and congratulated him.

One group hug and much jumping up and down later, we decided to go and enjoy the rest of the festival.  Lucas and I soon wandered off, hand in hand, my ourselves.  I learned that he’d never, ever been to a festival before.  He was so happy and relaxed – a world away from the multi-millionaire businessman with no social graces that I’d bumped into a few weeks before.

We ate pizza and salad and then made our way up a grassy hillside so that we could look down upon the nearest stage.  The music drifted up to us and the stars were just emerging above us.  Lucas sat and pulled me down so sit in between his legs.  We just sat, listening to the music for a while.  Glad for a little bit of calm after all the nerves and excitement.

During a particularly beautiful rock ballad, I felt his lips against the side of my neck.  I leaned back into him and angled my head to give him easier access. He pressed tiny kisses along my jaw and in the hollow of my neck before nibbling on my ear.  Without warning, he lay back so that I fell onto his chest.  I squealed and giggled before he turned me over so that I was facing him. 

It was fully dark now – the only light coming from the stage below, casting a warm glow into the air.  We were pretty much out of sight of the crowds down there – a fact that didn’t seem to be lost on Lucas.  His full, soft lips met mine with such tenderness as his fingers caressed my arms.  Mouths opened, tongues entwined, stroked and danced. Hunger flared, kisses deepened and hands wandered.  Before long, we were like two breathless teenagers, desperately devouring each other.  I rubbed myself along his erection that strained against the confines of his clothing.  His answering moan into my mouth cut through the remainder of my restraint.

“I want you,” I whispered against his lips.  “I want you now.”

I heard and felt his hissed in-breath.  “Here?  Now?” he muttered.

“Right here, right now,” I replied, my hand already on his buckle.

“You wanton woman.  I didn’t think you were an exhibitionist,” he teased.

“I’m not.  I just need you inside me.  I need to come undone, clenching around you.”

His answering growl told me what he thought of that.

With his jeans pushed down and mine removed. I straddled him and rubbed my already wet folds against his cock.  It was too dark to see him properly but, from memory, I knew that the muscles in his neck would be taught with anticipation and those beautiful eyes would be as dark as sin.  I repositioned and began to take his glorious length, inch by inch, stretching to accommodate him.  I heard him hiss out a long breath when I had fully sheathed him.  A cover version of the Kings of Leon’s Use Somebody reached my ears.  I loved that song – it was such an anthem and a perfect accompaniment to my taking of this dominant alpha male.

I began to move at my own pace, savouring the feeling of being in control of this man’s pleasure.  He reached up and began to caress my breasts as I found my rhythm.  I leaned forward and covered his mouth with mine as I continued my slow and steady movement. His hands moved to my back, slowly trailing his fingertips up and down my spine.  He began to grind his hips against me so I threw my head back and picked up the pace.  I rode him hard, leaning back until I could feel him against my tender spot.  My climax didn’t take long to build at that pace.