Page 4 of Beautiful Trauma

Sergio licked his thumb and pressed it to my clit, rubbing circles as his hips rolled into me. “Come on my cock, babe. Make that pussy squeeze me so hard I lose control.”

Never one to disappoint and too close to turn back now, I allowed myself to fall into the abyss of pleasure. “Fuck. Yes. Ohmygod, yes!” I screamed as I came.

“That’s it. Fuck, that’s so good.” His thrusts became jerky as his orgasm took over. We stood there for a minute, both panting and covered in sweat.

I slid my wobbly legs to the floor, not sure they could hold my weight just yet, but also not looking to be dropped. Sergio kept me pressed close to him, keeping me steady. An unexpected courtesy. This dude had a new chick every night and didn’t need to be gentlemanly at all, yet he wasn’t hightailing it out of the bathroom to find a new conquest.

After we both caught our breath, he turned to the sink and wet a washcloth. He handed it to me, and I cleaned myself up before we both righted our clothes.

“What’s the protocol here? Go out there like we’ve never met?” I asked.

“No one out there would buy such an act. But it would be cool of you to not tell the internet.”

“I don’t do the internet, and I don’t go airing my private shit. Outside of those people out there and my sister, I won’t be telling anyone about this.”

Relief flooded his features. “Cool.”

We went back to join the group, and no one acknowledged we had ever left the table. For a third time, Sergio pulled me onto his lap. Kyle was talking about getting accosted outside the venue earlier, and Jo was shaking her head in disgust.

“Wasn’t Beth supposed to be with you?” she spat Beth’s name in a way that suggested they were not friends. The collective sigh of those traveling with the band seemed to confirm it.

“It was Tim,” Kyle corrected.

Sergio’s hand slid back up my skirt. I wasn’t complaining, but this time, I was facing the group. I leaned my body into his chest and my head to his shoulder. “Bold move, drummer boy,” I breathed into his ear.

He flashed a sexy smirk in my direction and trailed his fingers over my wet panties. “Think you can keep it under control if I get you off right here?” he whispered back.

“Not a chance in hell. But don’t let that stop you.”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He nibbled my shoulder.

Before things could escalate, Mish came out from the bedroom with a look that screamed, ‘Let’s get out of here.’

I sighed, “Sorry, buddy. My time is up.” He followed my gaze and moved his arm so I could get up to check on Mish.

“You good?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s just time to go.” I nodded, and we left.

Three

One Year Later

I dragged my exhausted body home after a long double shift waiting tables. I smelled like beer and French fries. All I wanted was to take a shower and crawl into my bed.

Elle was babysitting Wyatt. I wanted the gossip from her latest trip working with the Handheld Ninjas. The “Ninjas” were the second band formed by the lead singer and drummer from Flight of the Dogs.

Mish moved out when she started dating Connor about six months after we met him. Shortly thereafter, Connor convinced my sister to help him out by working for the band while they got off the ground. From the group texts going around, it sounds like my sister has been up to more than just working while she’s out on the road with them.

As soon as I walked into my kitchen, I saw Mason grab his keys from the counter, ready to head out. “Hey, Catherine, nice to see you.” Despite the pleasant words, he avoided eye contact.

Yeah, way to be normal, asshole.

“Oh, ah, hey. It’s been a while. I didn’t know you’d be here,” I replied, following his lead and looking anywhere but his general area. Even though Mason and Elle were engaged, he and I had an awkward history.

“I’m headed out. Elle, I’ll see you at home,” he said to my sister and then kissed her cheek. I gave Elle a sideways glance, wondering what the display of affection was all about as Mason all but ran out of the house. Their engagement was all for show. It was a marriage of convenience for their careers in politics.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked as soon as the door closed.