Peyton: "How soon can you be here?"

Me: "Pulling in now!"

She climbed into the leather seat of the SUV and I slid in behind her, admiring her firm ass as she moved across the bench seat to make room for me. My arms went around her and I pulled her in close to me and buried my nose in her hair, taking in the fresh flowery scent. "You always smell so damn good." I playfully nipped at her neck.

"Don't you mean edible?" She laughed when I nipped the skin just below her ear. I pushed a button on the armrest and a dark privacy screen separated us from the driver. The look of surprise on her face was almost priceless.

"You didn't know there were privacy screens in SUV's? Sweet cheeks, we're fucking rock stars. We can have anything we want and right now I want that sweet little pussy of yours on my mouth." She gasped when I pulled her legs toward me on the seat and she landed flat of her back. I made quick work of the button on her jeans and then her tiny white thong and tossed them onto the floorboard at my feet. I ran my nose along the inside of her thigh, placing small kisses as I went. I lifted my head long enough to find her smoky grey eyes staring down at me.

"What are you thinking?" Her breath caught in a gasp when my warm tongue made a pass over her wet slit.

"I'm thinking about how bad I wanted to do this to you earlier today, but we got interrupted." I admitted and I swear she blushed. Her head dropped back against the seat and her thighs fell open a little more.

"Well, nothings stopping you now." She gasped when I sucked her clit between my lips. Her fingers laced through my hair and she gently tugged, urging me on. I slowly licked between her folds and sucked on her clit until she was bucking beneath me and lifting her hips from the cool leather of the seat. I dug my fingers into her hips to steady her as I continued the assault with my tongue.

"More! More! Oh-my-god so much more!" She demanded through panting breaths. I slid a finger inside and then another, as my teeth bit and pinched her clit, with just enough pressure to cause her to fall apart beneath me. I greedily lapped at her juices until she was trying to pull away. She tasted sweet as honey and I couldn't get enough.

"No more. I can’t take it," she whispered, her body sagging into the seat. I lifted my head and looked down at her with a smirk on my face.

"Better than homework?" I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Oh, so much better than homework," she grinned.

I was in the kitchen making a couple of sandwiches and I could see Peyton in the den typing furiously on her laptop. My phone rang and vibrated across the kitchen counter where I tossed it when we came in earlier. I stared down at the screen and debated on whether to even answer it. Marcus displayed across the screen. I already knew what he wanted and I'd much rather stay here and keep Peyton all to myself. My finger hovered over the accept button, when I noticed Peyton eying me from across the room. Probably wondering why I haven't answered it yet.

"’Sup, dick head?" I said into the phone and was met with so much noise in the background that I could barely make out what he was saying to me. "You're gonna have to speak up, man, I can't hear a word you're saying." After a few minutes, I finally was able to make out what he was trying to say. He wanted Peyton and me to meet him at the "Bad Habit." A new bar opened up on the East side about six months ago. I would have told him no, but he told me that Peyton's friend, Jules, was there with him, so that pretty much sealed the deal. "See you in thirty," I said into the phone and tossed it back onto the counter. By this time, Peyton had closed her laptop and was making her way into the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her cheek against my chest, and took a deep breath.

"Who was that?" She nuzzled against my chest and her sweet floral scent assaulted my nose. Damn-it! I really wanted to stay in tonight.

"That was Marcus. He and Jules want us to meet them at the Bad Habit. It sounded like all the guys are already there, but we don't have to go. We can stay here," I told her, crossing my fingers she'd want to stay home. Listen to me; I'm considering my place our home? She stiffened for a brief moment before relaxing in my arms and I wondered if she caught that.

"Nonsense. Let me just go change. I'm going to have to get used to being around this crowd if I'm going to be working with you guys." She responded as she headed up the stairs toward the bedroom to find her bag.

"Wait for me, we can shower together." I offered as I followed her up the stairs. She stopped me in my tracks when she placed her small hand on my chest and I almost crashed into her.

"Oh no you don't! If we shower together, we'll never make it to the club." The corner of her mouth tipped up and I could tell she was trying not to smile.

"Would that be such a bad thing? Us staying here alone? I promise I could entertain you far more than anything going on at that club." I cocked my head and winked at her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and cupped her firm ass with the palm of my hands and I ground my cock against her. "See what you do to me?" I groaned. “Now what was I supposed to do with this?" I said, grinding against her again.

"While I do find you very entertaining in more ways than one Mr. Cross, I suggest you take a cold shower and be ready in fifteen minutes." She said and took a step back and out of my embrace. I immediately felt the loss of her warm body against mine. "I'm going to shower in the guest room." She swung around, tossing her blond hair over her shoulder and sashayed her sweet ass toward the guest room. Damn! I hate cold showers.

Peyton

Levi tossed his keys to the valet before he opened my door and took my hand to help me out of the car. From the moment my foot touched the cement in front of the club, light bulbs of the paparazzi cameras flashed and onlookers held their cell phones in the air to capture the moment with him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his warm side as a couple of burly security guards helped to push us through the crowd.

People on the other side of the ropes screamed about how much they loved him and the band, a few even yelled obscenities about what they would like to do to him. The paparazzi on the other hand were only worried about who the woman was on his arm. They sought any opportunity for a story, something new on one of the guys. I shielded my face with my other hand as much as possible as we were ushered behind the big frosted glass doors. Hard thumping music assaulted my ears and thumped in my chest as we entered the crowded club.

"I don't know how you do it." I said, unsure if he heard me over the loud music and the roar of people talking in the club.

"Do what?" He leaned in and his musky cologne floated through my nose and warmed me through my bones. I don't know what kind of cologne he wears, but it smells heavenly.

"That." I gestured with my hand toward the crowd of people still trying to gain entrance to the club.

"I guess I'm just used to it and the more you're seen publicly with us, it will be the same for you. Right now, all they know is that you're new to the group and they don't even know your name. We should really look at getting that taken care of. Maybe you could come up with something for our social media pages that will satisfy them, of course, the more your seen kissing me, the more questions they're going to ask." He smirked and kissed me on the lips and I could taste the sweet smell of peppermint from the gum he was chewing. We climbed the black shiny stairs to the second floor and were escorted to the VIP section. I breathed a sigh of relief to find Jules so quickly. The club was packed elbow to elbow with people down stairs and the thought crossed my mind that I might not be able to find her in the crowd.