UnBurdened (3 page)

“Aww Brayden...You say that to all the girls.” I tease,
trying not to consider that a real possibility.

“Kerri seriously, what is going on between us has never
happened to me before.” he hold my face between his hand and lays his forehead
against mine then whispers, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I reply as our lips meet. His tongue
slips into my mouth dueling with mine. We rapidly get lost in each other,
moaning and panting until whistles and catcalls jerk us from our sexually
charged haze.

“Wow Bray she is hot. I’d cancel the concert for her too.”
This comment comes from the interestingly handsome drummer. His dirty blonde
hair hangs over his icy gray eyes. He’s the complete opposite of Brayden’s dark
and dangerous but no less sexy.

“Chase Baldwin this is Kerri…” I watch him blush when he
realizes he never asked my last name. I shake my head and throw up my hand
pretending to be insulted.

“That’s not fair I did ask your name but you gave me a
partial answer.”

“True, although you should know a girls last name before you
ravish her on stage.” I smirk playfully.

“I like this one Bray, she’s easy-going.” Chase says.

“See! Now your friends think I’m easy.”I giggle.

Chase begins to laugh along with me, “Bray if you can’t
handle her send her my way. I’m half in love with her already. Don’t worry I’ll
get your last name before I ravish you on stage.” He continues.

“Kerri Mills,” I hold out my hand and Chase pulls me into an
unexpected hug. He smells like clean laundry nothing as extraordinary as
Brayden but a shiver races down my spine regardless. Brayden quickly pulls me
out of Chase’s arms shooting daggers his way. Chase throws up his hand in
defeat and walks away.

Brayden takes me to meet the rest of the band. Mason Gray
plays the bass and Isaac Cole on rhythm guitar. Mason has the boy next door
face and sweet temperament. I got a glimpse of his bad boy side when he took
off his cap to reveal the coolest Mohawk I’ve ever seen. The designs on the
shaved sides so intricate it must take hours to perfect. Isaac on the other
hand is the comedian of the bunch. He’s smart and witty and makes me feel like
I’ve found my long lost brother.

The guys welcome me into their little family instantly. We
have lunch in the room I met Brayden in last night. Then we decide we should
venture out on Times Square. They don sunglasses and hats in an attempt at
being covert. Unfortunately their cover is blown five minutes into our mission
by an over ecstatic fan. The band spends about ten minutes signing autograph
before Butch and the rest of the body guards move us along.

We go to the wax museum and each one of them takes pictures
with the wax version of themselves. They’re so in love with their counterparts,
they pose for countless lewd and inappropriate photos. Isaac of course being
the worst of the bunch pretends to jerk off his wax look-a-like. Then he cups
the crotch and gets genuinely upset that they totally got his size wrong. He
actually went up to the director and asked her if she wanted a real life
measurement.

We leave the museum and grab some shish kabobs on our way back
to the arena. This is the only thing the boys allow me to treat them to,
otherwise my wallet was not to be removed from my purse. We joke around in the
middle of Broadway not caring about flashing cameras and screaming fans held
back by Butch and his crew.

“Kerri,” Chase calls for my attention. “You're really
enjoying that stick of meat. The way you put it in your mouth…it makes me so-”

“Watch it,” Brayden cuts him off.

“So hungry. Hungry for another shish kabob, that’s all I was
gonna say.”

I wrap my arm around Brayden’s torso. “He’s just playing
around.”

“Yeah Bray chill, I’m just joking around.” Chase adds in.

“You need to stop worrying about what my girl puts in her
mouth.” The guys let out a roar of laughter that they were trying to hold in.
I’m just excited that he called me his girl. We just met last night and I don’t
want to presume anything but the thought of Brayden being mine excites me.

I lean over and whisper in his ear, “You’re the only thing I
want to put in my mouth. All of you.”

He pulls my face to his and claims my mouth. We forget about
the band and the thousands of other people milling around us as I’m overwhelmed
by a feeling of bliss. Just as I begin to rub my body against his, Chase pulls
me by the arm breaking our kiss. Brayden glares murderously at Chase as he
wraps an arm around my shoulder and drags me toward the stadium.

At the stadium we all decide to part ways until the concert
tonight. Brayden invites me to his suite and I accept happily. I lay my head on
his lap as Butch steers the Rover towards Waldorfs. He runs his fingers through
my hair, staring blankly out the window, lost in his thoughts.

“You ok?” I ask.

“Yeah” he says not very convincingly. Whatever’s bothering
him I hope I can help him, if he lets me?

Walking into Brayden’s luxury suite immediately sets off a
feeling of uneasiness that overwhelms me. It’s very posh and over the top. It
feels oddly uncomfortable and stifling. I prefer to keep things low key and
this is over the top.

“You alright?” He asks wrapping me in the warm cocoon of his
arms. I nod into his shoulder breathing his comforting scent.

“You got really pale a minute ago. Don’t be nervous we don’t
have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“Trust me I’m ready,” I say running my hands up his neck,
playing with his silky hair.

“We have three hours before we need to get back. I’ll order
room service and we’ll watch a movie.” He releases me heading towards the menus
on the table. “Pick whatever you like,” he says handing me the menu before heading
into the bedroom.

I order a chef’s salad while Brayden gets a burger and
fries. The movie was harder to settle on. He wanted to watch Avenger’s but I
put up quite a fight for Magic Mike. In the end we compromised on Battleship
since Brayden adamantly refused to spend two hours watching half naked men
gyrate.

“Besides,” he says cocking an eyebrow at me. “Didn’t you get
enough of me gyrating on stage last night?”

“Actually I didn’t…I sort of missed all but the last song.”
I blush a deep red.

“I know,” he says. “You were pretty lost in that phone of
yours. I’ve never had a beautiful woman ignore me at a concert.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you guys are great but I just didn’t
get what all the craze was about. I do now though. You’re pretty amazing Brayden
Quinn.”

We finish eating and settle in each other’s arms on the
king-sized bed to finish watching the movie. It doesn’t take long for the movie
to be forgotten as we melt into each other in a mind numbing kiss. His tongue
dances in my mouth and my hand plays with the edge of his shirt, inching it up
to expose his body. I caress the rock hard plane of his abs all the way up to
his thickly muscled shoulders.

He flips me onto my back then kneels over me, pulls his
shirt over his head with his eyes ablaze with passion. He hastily pulls at the
string of my corset, eyes shifting from mine to his trembling fingers. When he
finally gets it open he stares down at my breast in amazement. I smile thinking
he looks like a kid who just unwrapped the best Christmas gift he ever had.

My smile disappears as his callous fingers begin to rub the
aching tips. I moan as he pinches them, playing with them as expertly as he
does his guitar. I lose all ability of thought when his warm tongue envelopes
my very erect nipple. My back arches in an attempt to thrust more into his warm
mouth. He begins to suck on it hard and I wrap my legs around his waist aching
to feel him deep within me.

As he shifts to show the same attention to my other nipple,
I reach down to fumble with his belt. After a few clumsy attempts I get it
undone then I unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down. He moves up licking
and sucking at my neck, his breathing ragged as I pull his jeans down his hips.
Not wanting to wait a second longer I plunge into his boxer briefs, wrapping my
hand around his rock-like erection. I squeeze his warm smoothness while jerking
my hand up and down his thick shaft.

His body stiffens, his groans vibrate against my neck. With
his weight resting on his elbows he places his forehead against mine. His eyes
darkened to a glimmering midnight blue as he gazes passionately into my eyes.
His fingers brush across my navel, toying with the button of my pants. When his
fingers can’t get it open he sits back on his haunches and aggressively pulls
at it until it opens.

The jeans and my panties vanish in seconds. His deft fingers
comb over my wetness sending shockwaves through my body. He rolls my swollen
bud with his fingers and my legs begin to tremble.

“Oh God…Brayden.” I can’t take anymore, I know in a few
seconds I’ll be screaming my release. He slips a finger inside me and I moan
loudly, “Please,” I beg him. I’m not sure what I’m begging him for, more of
what he’s doing or to for him to give me that long pulsating cock jutting out
between his legs.

His lips mash against mine as his finger thrusts faster into
me. I’m on the brink when his phone begins to ring. His fingers freeze and I
whirl my hip up into his hand encouraging him to continue. He sighs heavily as
he pulls his finger out of me and my pussy protests the lost of his finger by
clenching down. 

“No,” I whine as he reaches for the phone on the nightstand
and begins to speak to Butch, I assume.

“We need to be downstairs in ten minutes,” he sighs, laying
next to me pulling me into his arms. “You make me forget. Forget the band;
forget the thousands of fans waiting for me. I just want to bury myself deep in
you and stay there all night.”

He kisses me deeply. This kiss is fiery and rough. His
fingers returns to the slick folds between my legs and slips inside. I wail
into his mouth, the pleasure building quickly in the pit of my stomach. He rubs
his thumb against my swollen nub as he thrusts and second finger in. He breaks
our kiss leaving me breathless. I begin to pant his name as he attaches his
mouth to my nipple. I grab a hold of the headboard and arch my back as the
pleasure intensifies.

A kaleidoscope of colors explodes behind my eyelids. I
scream his name at the pinnacle of my climax. His fingers slow down, drawing
out my release while coaxing me down. When he finally withdraws he places a
kiss on my lips and whispers, “Beautiful.”

He gets off the bed pulling his jeans up his hips. “Wait
what about you?” I ask feeling like I cheated him out of his release.

“I’ll be fine we got to go. I’m sure the thousands of women
will be excited to see me in the state you’ve got me in.” he smirks at me
leaving the room. I quickly freshen up and join him at the door fully dressed.

Butch shakes his head at us as we get in the Rover, pointing
at his watch. We’re five minutes late but it was so worth it.

At the stadium I watch the band go through sound check.
Brayden invites me to take a shower with him in his dressing room but I
decline. The next time I get that man naked I’m not letting him get dressed
again for hours if not days. Watching UnBurdened perform from backstage was a
totally different experience. I caught myself swaying to a couple of their
songs, loving the way their chemistry meshed on stage.

Brayden’s heated gaze was constantly seeking me out. Chase
noticed Brayden’s short attention span and stole a glimpse my way, shaking his
head at Brayden’s brazen display of lust as he grabbed his crotch singing
suggestive lyrics. The women went crazy, screaming their love of him and that
sexy body. It made me feel a little giddy knowing I was the only one going home
with him tonight.

After singing the song that had me gasping in my seat last
night, he rushes off stage swinging me around in his arms. “I can’t believe I
just met you here last night. I feel like I’ve known you before, maybe you were
my wife in another life. Maybe you will be again.”

Wow this thing between us is maniacal at the least. I hate
to say I feel the same after just one day but it’s exactly how I feel, as much
as my mind is fighting me on this my heart is pulling me in the other
direction.

Unfortunately his manager, a sleek sexy blonde named Mandy
has set up a meet and greet for tonight so our quick escape is abruptly
thwarted. She tried to convince Brayden to leave me in the dressing room but
his eyes flashed with anger while he let her know in no uncertain terms that I
was to stay within his sight.

I watched Brayden laugh and sign autographs for an hour,
texting Ally to fill in the time. She had left me two voicemails and four texts
since last night.

Have you fucked him yet?
I’ll kill you
if you turn down that sexy piece of ass.

Haven’t technically fucked him yet but I’m working on
it

You’re still with him?

Backstage starring at him now

Instead of another text she calls me, “You're at an
UnBurdened concert without me? That’s the thanks I get for putting you in
Brayden’s line of sight. Without my front row tickets, you would still be
moping around your apartment trying to figure out the Jeremy situation.”

Fuck! She just had to bring up Jeremy and fuck up the high
I’ve been riding on since getting out of Brayden’s bed. “Ally I love you for
putting me in Brayden’s sight, best thing you ever did for me by the way, but
I’m just try to see where this thing with Brayden is going so we needed a
little alone time.”

Ally sighs, “I’m sorry Kerri, I’m being selfish. I’m happy
you’re finally doing something for you and I hope you follow your heart and not
that overactive head of yours.”