Rock the City: A Midnight Fate Novel (10 page)

“And what’s that?”

“Make it dirty.”

I love that he trusts me enough to let me live out some of my fantasies. Sex with Lane is never boring, but ever since I walked into his closet and saw all those ropes, my mind hasn’t stopped thinking of all the possibilities. Even if they aren’t supposed to be for sexing, I still went to places I didn’t think I would be interested in. My request may not be hardcore or super freaky, but it’s different enough to have me feeling all kinds of naughty.

“I do have this one idea.”

“Make it happen, baby.”

“Okay, you wait here. I’ll get what I need.” I scramble out of bed and into the closet, leaving the thick ropes for his workouts and instead focusing on the smaller ones I can easily tie around his arms. After all, he did say he uses them to practice tying knots.

“What are you doing in there?” he yells from the bed.

I decide on a long, black rope, pulling it off the hook on the wall before hurrying back to the bedroom where Lane’s propped up against the headboard, his bare feet crossed on top of the sheets. I don’t know what it is about the position he’s in, but it’s pure male perfection, all his hard lines and ridges begging to be touched. “I found what I needed.”

“That’s your fantasy?” he questions with a flick of his head toward the rope.

“It is now—or at least since yesterday.”

“What do you plan on doing with it?”

I don’t embarrass easily, but for some reason, I get nervous as I’m trying to tell him I want to tie him to his bed. I’ve never done anything like this before. “Well,” I begin, but end up sputtering until I’m rolling my own eyes at myself.

“Relax, babe. You’re all worked up and we didn’t even start yet.”

I take a deep breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. When my heart starts hammering a little less than it was, I try again. This time, with conviction, I tell him, “Lane, I want to tie your arms to the bed. That way, you can’t touch me, but I can touch you anywhere—and as much as I want.”

I can tell he’s intrigued when he narrows his eyes and rubs the skin around his wrist with his hand. “What are you going to do to me after I’m tied up?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” I climb onto the bed and wait for him to lie down. He doesn’t go easily though; his hands wander over my ass and pinch my nipples, making sure to get his fair share of feels while he has use of his hands. I smack one away from my chest, telling him, “This is exactly why you’re getting tied up.”

“Because I can’t keep my hands off you?”

I shake my head, pulling on his left arm until it’s by the rung of the headboard. “Because you distract me from doing what I want to do to you. Before I ever have a chance to seduce you, you’re already seducing me—and once that happens, I can never stop you.”

“Do you want to stop me?”

“No, that’s why I never get to do my thing. Once you touch me, I’m done for.”

With only one arm thoroughly tied, his other is still roaming over my skin, teasing me between my legs. It takes all the willpower I have to stay focused on the original plan. “Take the rest of your clothes off, Noelle.”

I stop untangling the rope, quickly pulling my shirt over my head until all that’s left is my bra and panties. “Better?”

“No, I need all of it off.”

“You’re being bossy again.” But even though he’s telling me what to do, I listen, always loving his direction in the bedroom. Even during my fantasy, when he’s given all the power to me, he’s still able to make it seem like he’s the one calling the shots—and I don’t even care.

Once it’s all off, he groans, dipping his finger into me once last time before I pull his right arm up and away from my body. “Shit, Noelle. I want to touch you so bad.”

Smiling, I straddle his hips. Trying to climb over him to get to the other bed post, he reaches forward with the hand I can’t seem to get tied to the bed and hoists me up his chest.

“Lane! Stop.”

“I just want to taste you.”

“This is my fantasy, remember?”

“If there’s no tasting in this vision of yours, maybe you should take a minute and think about what you really want. Just so you get it right.”

I stare down at him, ready to say the hell with the ropes and let him continue doing whatever he wants to me, but I stop myself at the last second. “You were about to win, Lane.” I hold my fingers about an inch apart and tell him, “You were this close.”

“How’d I blow it?”

“You stopped touching me.”

“You have my damn arm!”

Laughing, I tug on the rope a little harder, making sure there’s no chance of him escaping. “You’ll be glad, trust me.”

“Show me what’s in that pretty little head of yours.”

“There. I’m all done.”

He tugs each wrist against the restraints, but they stay exactly where I want them. “What’s next? And if you’re taking requests, I get three.”

I lean down to kiss his lips, stealing a couple sexy kisses before I raise my head and smirk. “I’m your girlfriend, Lane. Not a damn genie.”

“Come on, just one request.”

Even though this is my fantasy, I still want to give him everything he needs. Outside of sex, I’ve never liked being told what to do, but when it comes to Lane, I’d do just about anything—even if it’s something I never thought I’d like. He makes me want to take chances, especially with my body. “You’re being awfully bossy for a guy tied up. I guess I can consider one, but it has to be good.”

Never skipping a beat, he says, “Ride my face, Noelle.”

Just as I’m about to accept and be a very happy woman, the doorbell rings. “Are you expecting someone?”

It rings twice more before he says, “No, but considering I live in the same building as Easton and Dom, it’s probably one of them.”

“Will they go away? I think I’d die a thousand deaths if they walked in on me sitting on your face.”

“They damn well better leave.”

“Well, now I’m nervous we’ll get caught again.”

“Baby, lock the damn bedroom door if it makes you feel better. We’re not stopping.”

I take him up on the idea, but before I get my hand on the doorknob, my phone rings on the bedside table. It all comes back to me when I see the number for the bakery flashing on the screen. “Shit! I forgot I ordered us breakfast last night. I can’t believe all the people who deliver in the city.”

I’m climbing off him, hoping he’s not pissed, when with so much excitement he asks, “Is it from Joanie’s?”

“Yes! You must have told me about their stuff ten times while you were away, going on and on about how much you missed it. I found them online.”

“Fuck, babe. You really are amazing.”

I point to my boobs, laughing. “Because of this rack or because of the food?”

“Let me eat off your tits and I’ll have the best of both worlds.”

“You’re ridiculous, Lane. But I love you for it.”

As soon as I leave the bedroom, his mellow tone is gone, suddenly morphing into a guard dog ready to attack the delivery guy for invading his territory. “Noelle, I swear to fuck if he sees an inch of your ass or tits, I’ll personally throw him down the garbage chute.”

I hurry back in the bedroom, grabbing his robe off the back of the door. “Calm down, I’m covering up.” It’s way too long and swallows me, but it shuts Lane up long enough that I can get to the door.

Once the boxes are in my hands, I grab a couple napkins off the kitchen table and run back to the bedroom. I make the mistake of peeking inside a box, my mouth watering from the sight of a cinnamon roll, slathered in icing.

“Get back on me, Noelle.”

I bring everything into bed, straddling his waist and setting a box on his chest. “My fantasy was off to a good start, but I can’t concentrate now. Can you give me a minute?”

“You’re really going to sit there and eat? Leaving me with a raging hard-on?”

I glance behind me, feeling a little guilty. “That’s definitely a situation. You want a bite?”

He takes the bite I offer, but I can tell he’s about out of patience. “Babe.”

“Right, just one more bite. Do you remember when we were little and you couldn’t go back in the pool for thirty minutes after you ate?”

“Yeah, dumbest rule ever.”

“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about that.”

He laughs and closes his eyes, still humoring me when all he wants is some sex. “Sometimes your logic makes total sense and other times I wonder about you.”

“And I’d worry about you if you didn’t.” We end up eating the rest of the pastry together, his chest a little sticky from the icing that dripped off. “Is that your phone or mine?”

“Mine. Who is it?”

I pick his phone up off the table and show him the screen. “Shit, I have to talk to him. It’s probably about last night. Untie me.”

I don’t want to untie him, but understand he has to take a call from his security team. “Let me get these knots out. It’ll just take a minute or two.” I tug and tug on the rope, but I was definitely a little excited about having Lane at my mercy; the thing is so damn tight, I can’t budge it.

I try for a solid two minutes, still no closer to setting Lane free. “My hand is falling asleep,” he tells me, just as I’m about to freak out.

“How do you feel about firemen? Maybe we can work that into the fantasy.”

“I’m fucking stuck, aren’t I?”

“Well, a little bit. It’s nothing I can’t fix though.” Just as the words leave my mouth, I grab my phone and call the one person who always manages to help me out of the messes I create.

“You’re not calling the damn fire department, Noelle.”

“No, I’m calling Lark. She’ll help me.”

“The hell she will!”

“Lane, you can’t stay like this. What will the media say when they find out you’ve left Midnight Fate because your girlfriend tied you to the bed for life? They’ll hate me forever.”

“They’d get over it. At least cover me up before she gets here.”

I toss the sheet over his lower half, hurrying through the living room to let Lark inside. Only when I open it, so happy to see her, I almost cry because she’s not alone. Easton’s standing with his arm wrapped around her shoulder, smiling. “Lark said there was an issue.”

“Lane’s going to kill me. I never thought I’d say this, but Easton, you can’t come in here.”

Lark pushes me aside, striding into the bedroom with a purpose. “Wait here,” she says over her shoulder. “I’ll survey the damage.”

I chase after Lark, praying Lane’s still covered up. She takes one look at him and laughs so hard she snorts. “Is this some kind of kinky food play?”

I brush the crumbs off his chest and swipe the sugary icing off his skin. “No, we were just having a casual meal in bed. There’s nothing to see here.”

“Lark,” Lane seethes. “Either help Noelle untie me or go back home.”

“All right, all right. Don’t get your undies in a bunch.” Then she laughs again because he’s clearly not wearing any.

Five minutes later, her fingertips are red and we’ve only gotten through one knot on his left arm. “God, Lane, I’m so sorry. This was such a bad idea.”

Just when I think it couldn’t possibly get any worse, Easton’s standing in the doorway with his arms braced on either side of him. “I thought you said the ropes were for exercise?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Stop being cute and get this shit off me. And if you even glance at my dick, I’ll punch you in the face once I’m free.”

Easton’s about to start working on the first set of knots when he stops. “Is that any way to talk to the guy you’re relying on to get you out of this mess? I’ll wait for a proper response. Maybe even a little begging.”

And Easton does wait. He sits his ass on the floor like he’s on the magic carpet at the library for story time. It only pisses Lane off more. At this rate, the fire department might end up being the only solution.

I stand between the bed and Easton, ready to play the role of the mediator. “Easton, Lane apologizes for being rude. Lane, Easton won’t make fun of you in your time of distress. Now, can we please get him free so I can go eat my weight in donuts?”

Easton stands back up, still all business, yet working on the knots again. As soon as one arm is free, Lane lowers it, rubbing his chaffed skin on the sheets. “These ropes are never coming out of the closet again.”

He tries to push Easton away and do the other side himself, but Easton stops him with one look. “Why do you smell like Joanie’s?”

Lark slides down the wall until her butt hits the floor. “I’ve just spent five months on the road with the band, and this is the weirdest day I’ve had in a really long time.”

I smile at her, handing her a muffin. “Face it, buttercup, life would be dull without me.”

“It’d be something,” Lane mutters under his breath, just as Easton undoes the last knot.

He gets out of bed with the sheets around him, grabbing his pants off the back of the bathroom door. The door slams a second later and Easton just laughs. “I think you shit all over his pride, Noelle.”

“I’m sure he’ll express his gratitude once his boner’s gone.”

Easton digs a donut out of the box, laughing as he takes a bite. “I forgot how much I enjoyed you. You’re good for him.”

Considering Lane’s still hiding out in the bathroom, he might have a difference of opinion right about now. “Something tells me I’m going to have to screw him seven ways to Sunday before he forgives me for this one.”

Lark shoves her last bite in her mouth, her voice muffled when she says, “Good thing you brought those three boxes.”

“Right, it’s like I knew I’d fuck up.”

Easton helps Lark off the floor and she hops on his back. “Tell Lane to be in the lobby by nine tonight. We have some tits to enjoy.”

“For what?”

“Dom’s birthday,” Lark reminds me. “Don’t worry, it’s just Lola’s. I have plans for us. There’s a cool place next door we can get food.”

“You’re really okay with Easton going to a strip club?”

“Yes, because he’ll come home all horned up. And I have more pregnancy hormones than I know what to do with.”

“I think I like pregnant Lark.”

“Dude, me, too,” Easton says with a very satisfied smile.

After they’re gone, I carry the boxes into the kitchen and make some coffee. By the time it brews, I expect to find Lane waiting for me on the couch, but I end up finding him wearing a pair of sweats and leaning over the side of the bed with his head in his hands. Right away, I feel like complete and total shit.