All Night Long

‘More like before tomorrow,’ Spook said.

Elspeth pulled at her blonde hair. ‘I still can’t believe you’re going to sit and watch him fuck some tart over a sofa back.’

‘Why not?’ Ash drawled, still holding Ginny close. ‘They normally do.’

‘Hey, less of the “tart”,’ Ginny complained. She might have slightly loose morals but that didn’t necessitate name-calling.

‘I like tarts.’ Ash ran his tongue across the back of her neck. ‘Strawberry, Apple, Raspberry. Treacle’s my favourite. Yummy.’ He smacked his lips together. ‘Just like you. Maybe I could order some and lick it off you.’

‘Sounds sticky.’ She laughed, forgiving him, given the ardour of his wet kisses.

‘I thought you told me you liked getting sticky.’ He sucked over her pulse point, sending a lovely shiver rolling through her body that temporarily made her forget about Elspeth and the two guitarists.

‘Do that again,’ Rock Giant insisted. ‘I think she likes it.’

Heat swept across Ginny’s cheeks. Actually, he was both wrong and right. It wasn’t purely what Ash was doing with his mouth that had her gasping, but the other actions he was performing too. Like how he was working his fingers in a brisk, delightful motion over her excited nub, while he continued to fuck her in a steady rhythm.

‘You don’t mind if they watch, do you?’

Ginny wasn’t particularly shy, nor did she specifically get off on being watched. That wasn’t to say this was a unique experience. She’d been to parties. Sex happened, and sometimes it happened in spaces that weren’t entirely private. Also, enjoying sex as much as she did, she wasn’t entirely a stranger to the idea of enjoying more than one partner, which kind of inevitably led to a certain amount of natural exhibitionism and voyeurism. Having Spook Mortensen and Rock Giant Reed watching her have sex with their band mate was altogether different, though, but not in way that made her consider stopping. Yeah, so her cheeks were flaming, but the attention sure made her feel sexy.

It helped that the two of them were fantastically hot.

Rock Giant got her on a visceral level. It was the pure physicality of the guy – the corded steel of his musculature, coupled with his impressive height. Spook was different again, lithe and efficient, with eyes so blue you could discover whole ocean worlds in their depths. He looked as if he’d stepped straight out of her favourite fantasy novel at the close of an epic battle.

‘You’re disgusting,’ Elspeth huffed at the lack of response, then she turned on her spiked heels and left, slamming the door behind her.

‘Good riddance,’ Ash said.

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she realised she’d been holding her breath until the inward rush of oxygen filled her chest.

Ash raised another finger at Elspeth as a farewell. ‘Now, where were we?’

As if he could possibly have forgotten. He’d never stopped doing what they were doing, only slowed down a bit.

‘You really don’t mind these two perverts being here, do you? Because I can turf them out.’

‘They’re just watching?’

‘Guys?’

‘I’m good,’ Rock Giant mumbled, raising a hand.

Spook nodded. ‘Me too.’

‘Guess you’re all mine. Suits me.’ He held on tight, while giving a theatrical cackle of glee.

Ginny was relieved to find that Ash didn’t try to stage any more of a performance. He didn’t hurry, or attempt to stretch things out, now they had an audience. In fact, he barely seemed to notice his band mates. For her part, she couldn’t quite ignore them. Knowing they were within arm’s reach set her senses alight. That, coupled with the press of Ash’s fingertips and the rock of his slim hips, meant she hit climax super-fast. He hardly needed to do anything at all and her body was clenching hold of him, while she squeezed out staccato breaths.

Once again, Ash rode the tide with her until she was entirely spent. Ginny flopped forward against the sofa so that her flaming cheek pressed against the cool leather. She stayed there panting for a moment or two. Only when Ash withdrew did she venture a glance at the other two Black Halo guitarists. Rock Giant looked slightly cooked. He picked up the vase of lilies and held them on his lap. ‘Nice one,’ he remarked, giving her thumbs up.

Spook meanwhile wasn’t even looking at her. He appeared to be reviewing something on the screen of his digital camera. ‘Uh,’ Ginny moaned, as realisation hit. ‘Did you just film us?’

‘It’s just a few snapshots. You don’t mind, do you?’ he said, rounding his eyes in an attempt to look innocent.

‘Um.’

Ash didn’t make a remark, which suggested he knew they were recording their antics and didn’t disapprove. When she turned in order to refasten her bra, she found him in the process of disposing of the condom in the waste bin in the corner.

‘OK?’ He zipped up, but not before she’d seen enough to confirm an already nagging suspicion.

‘You didn’t come,’ she whispered, not wanting the other guys to hear.

Ash shrugged, as if that were no big deal. Well, it was to her. She’d never been with a guy who packed up and moved on before he was done, regardless of whether she was satisfied. In other circumstances she’d have offered to go down on him, but he raised his hand towards Spook in a beckoning motion. ‘Show.’

Spook bounded across the room and thrust the camera between them.

‘Not bad,’ Ash commented. ‘Better than the last few.’

Ginny turned away from the crude, if fetching, image of herself and covered her burning cheeks with her hands, not so much out of shame or ordinary embarrassment as at the way she’d been labelled as part of a collection. A collection Ash clearly didn’t hold in any great regard. Not that she’d been under any illusions about what he was like before she’d got into this. The members of Black Halo all had reputations, and even among them Ash was notorious. The guy might as well have had ‘player’ stamped across his forehead in indelible ink. The thing was, that slow-as-molasses dirty smile of his screamed, ‘I know what you want and I know how to give it.’ And she was a sucker for guys like that.

Actually, to hell with it, it wasn’t the slutty label that was bugging her. It was the fact she’d failed him. She hadn’t done enough and he hadn’t got off. She, who prided herself on always giving her partner a good time, even if they were crap in bed – and he wasn’t – had left her rock-star fantasy unsatisfied. She watched him tuck his still raging hard-on back inside his tight pants. What’s more, unless she wanted to make another spectacle of herself, of both of them, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. Not a single damn thing.

‘I think we should at least attempt to get to the hotel,’ Ash remarked. ‘I sure as hell don’t want to spend the night in here.’ He crossed the room and snatched the lilies from the vase strategically positioned on Rock Giant’s lap and shoved them into the waste bin. ‘These things stink.’

‘Reckon?’ Rock Giant asked, still clinging to the vase. ‘I mean about leaving. Aren’t we better off holding tight until the crowd thins?’

‘If the crowd thins,’ Spook muttered. He turned off his camera and put it away in its leather case. ‘It’s not like this is a regular gig we’re escaping from. Those beasts are going to camp out there for as long as they think we’re still in the building. In fact, the longer we sit here the bigger the crowd is likely to get.’

Rock Giant looked slightly dubious, but as there were no external windows in the room there was no way of telling what the situation was currently like outside.

‘So we need an escape plan. Anyone have any suggestions?’ Ash collected his jacket off a chair back and shrugged it on.

‘Phone for booze and pizza,’ Rock Giant suggested.

‘Camp out in here and wait for the police to intervene,’ Spook said.

Ash dismissed both ideas with a slash of his head. ‘Stuff that. I’m not sitting around. With a bit of luck Elspeth and Steve have taken the first limo out by now.’

Both Spook and Rock Giant exchanged nonplussed glances, clearly not following Ash’s chain of logic.

Ginny didn’t follow either, but she took the moment of confusion to straighten herself out.

‘This means they’re probably stuck, and the attention of the crowd is on the front of the building.’

‘Yeah? And?’

‘And –’ Ash slapped his forehead. ‘We use the distraction to escape. If we send Ulf and the crew in the second limo, then we can slip away in the roadies’ van.’