Chapter 8: Bad Girls Go All Night--Radio Edit

This is the Radio Edit --a censored sex scene.

If you want the Album Cut (the full explicit love scene) you have to go to the companion work, called SOUNDCRUSH EXPLICIT and find the chapter URGENT Chapter 8: Bad Girls Go All Night--Explicit.

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Mac

It turns out that our sequence doesn't go quite as planned. I was thinking of a quick and dirty downward facing dog, with Adam taking me from behind.

Leed's not the only one with balance and flexibility.

But when Adam pulls off my disgusting leather pants and my sweat soaked tank top, and gets naked himself, he's thinking something slower, sweeter, more intimate. He crawls on top of me, pressing his body full along the length of mine. My body tenses, demanding space. He doesn't give it. He covers me, rubbing our sweaty sticky bodies together, pulling my arms above my head, immobilizing me beneath him.

The truth, I like it. But I don't like that I like it, you know?

He's so handsome as he stares down at me, his bearded jaw tensing in anticipation as he rubs his cock between the seam of my legs. His lovely blue pools are looking at me with—

"Adam, you stink," I murmur, turning my head to the side, but really just away from that look of L-O-V-E.

Adam laughs and noses up my side and armpit, as I screech and buck in protest. "What do you think you smell like, Shortcake? It ain't strawberries..."

He rises off me, lacing his fingers through mine, perusing every inch of my naked flesh as he backs into the bathroom, pulling me with him.

"Combo," he says. I know what he means. Not sex first, then shower. He wants to have shower sex instead. After I start the water, Adam calls me over to the vanity. He takes a make-up wipe and carefully removes all my makeup, paying gentle attention to my eyes. It's a little bit freaky—too intimate—but after, when he takes my head in his hands and thumbs over my eyelashes, then kisses my closed eyelids, I can't help but smile. "Love your golden lashes," he murmurs.

I wish he wouldn't use that word.

We've showered together many times, but this time—like everything this time—it's different. I guess Adam's make-up removal inspired me, and I did say...I want to be good to him this time, right? So I take the bar of lavender mint soap and I wash his back.It's not like a guy can really reach his back very well, right? I'm just helping him out

But then, I keep going. I pay careful attention to his nice, tight butt. I get so into bathing him, I soap his biceps, his shoulders and then I step around and start on his front. He looks absolutely mad with lust as continue bathing further south. This much...silly sweetness is not usually my thing, but I like that I can drive him wild, make him feel like there is nothing in the world but my tender care.

I kneel.

Adam shampoos my hair while I'm lavishing attention on him, swearing and moaning as he gently massages my scalp. And then he pulls me up and kisses me as the spray trickles down our faces.

"But I didn't fin—"

"You're not going to," he growls. "First time of the night is always the best and I want to come inside you."

I stiffen. "With a condom, of course," he whispers, as he turns me around and soaps my back. I try to relax. Honestly, I wonder if it even matters at the point because maybe—

No. Nope. Not going there.

I melt as Adam bathes me. I make a sound that even surprises me—something like a purr. Adam chuckles. I put my hands on top of his, taking the soap and carefully washing in between his callused fingers, his wrists, his forearms. I sigh in happiness.

"You like this, huh? How come we never did this before?"

"I never needed to bathe you before. You stink more in your old age, I guess."

"Hmm...I wonder," he says, running the soap bar in circles over my belly...

I stiffen again. "You wonder what?" I ask suspiciously. I swear to god if he fucks this up by bringing up the maybe—

"I wonder if you can still say mean things to me while I'm getting you off," he whispers.

"No," I promise him. "Only curse words and your name..."

He slides one hand down front.

Oh, fucking hell in a handbasket.

At some point, I begin to slide down Adam's hard chest, and the water goes cold. He pulls us out of the shower.

"Floor," I pant. We are still streaming water and I don't want to sleep in a wet bed.

Its pure animalistic oblivion. Raw and ugly and sexier than sin copulating. It's fantastic.

We move together forever like this. He lightly grips my jaw—always my jaw, not lower—not near my throat anymore, I notice. I'm glad he instinctively knows and I don't have to tell him not to grip my throat. He turns my head so that I see us in the reflection of the balcony doors.

"Look how good we are together," he tells me. "Do you see?"

I nod. "Yeah. So good," I do see. This is perfect. Just like we are. "Very good. All good."

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm glad," and he reaches down between my legs with his two magic fingers again. This time, he gives me what I need and —it's so much better with him stretching me beyond my own comfort. I come hard and long, until I am limp against his chest and he is doing all the work of moving us to his completion. He wraps his arms around me tightly and comes with a long growl.

Within minutes I am crawling away on hands and knees to get another condom and he's laughing at me. This time I let him sex me like he likes, slow and long above me, with deep kisses and loving caresses. We fuck until the sun is coming up. By then we need another shower, but we are too exhausted. We lay limply in the bed, face up. He has his arm beneath my head and we are lazily playing with each other's fingers, our hands interlaced.

"Mac, you were amazing tonight," he says.

"You weren't so bad yourself, Adam," I smirk.

He squeezes my fingers. "Thanks. Of course the sex was amazing. But I meant, the show. Seven Minutes—I think it was the best single song we've ever performed."

I snort. "Don't tell Trace."

"Trace knows it's a damn good song."

"Yeah, he knows it's a good song. He just doesn't think it's a song Soundcrush has any business playing." It's true. It's the only time Trace has ever been voted down on a track to include on an album.

"Alt-Rock is already shifting back to mainstream, just like it did before. There are so many bands pushing up on our sound now. He knows we have to have songs that fit radio rotation to stay alive. Ten minutes jambs ain't it."

"He hates a sell-out," I sigh.

"It's not selling-out. It's adapting to survive. It's what Skid Marcs did over and over. God knows Trace worships Matt del Marco. Trace will figure out Soundcrush has to make the same kinds of adjustments."

"Mmmmmm." I hope so. I want to do this forever—make music with these four guys. "Did you have a problem with your Ibanez tonight? Your changeover took longer..."

Adam shakes his head "No, just...you know how it is...somebody said something side-stage and I wasn't hearing it..."

"Oh," I yawn.

"Looking forward to New Orleans tomorrow?" he says casually.

"Well, it's will be nice to have a night off in a fun place."

"Yeah. You wanna get some dinner or something?" He's playing with the one of the two rings I wear on my right hand, fiddling with it. He's nervous to ask me that.

Damn. No, Adam, I want things just like this. I want to fuck and talk and fall asleep with you and spend our days making music. I do not want to go to dinner. Bad things always happen at dinner. "L" words are often flung over wine and candles. I let you say it yesterday. I'm not sure I can take it on a regular basis. Especially not now with the maybe--

But I did say...I would try, didn't I? And I do like this feeling that I woke up with yesterday...that feels even stronger, lying here in the dark in Adam's arms.

"Sure. Sounds...wonderful," I say stiffly.

Adam laughs. "Liar, but I'll take that lie."

He kisses me on the mouth softly, and I snuggle down beside him and close my eyes. For once, I don't mind falling asleep like this, because I'm afraid if I'm not by Adam's side, the feeling might fade.

Seems like Mac is really calm and happy right now...Dum-dum-dum...what happens the morning after that causes the Plane Confession Disaster we read in Chapter 22 of Epic!?!?!?