Page 5 of SnowFyer (Roosters #8)

Seth was angrier than he could ever remember being.

And more turned on. He wasn’t angry at Scarlett for standing up to him or telling him off.

He was angry that she’d felt the need to keep her abundance of talent hidden.

Which meant he was angry at himself. If he’d had any sense whatsoever, he’d have gone back to his hotel and taken a cold shower.

Or maybe picked up one of the groupies continually hanging around.

That wasn’t an option for him anymore, though. He wanted Scarlett. Badly.

Whenever they came to a city for a concert, she always stayed in the bus, not getting one of the lavish hotel rooms like the others did. So, when she left them, Seth knew she’d gone back to the bus.

He’d always wondered where she slept. The bus had eight bunks the band members utilized, but there was one master bedroom in the very back with its own bathroom and dressing area. The band never touched that room. It was an unspoken understanding that if Scarlett wanted it, it was hers.

Now, he found himself standing before the closed door, pleased she seemed to have settled into the spacious room instead of one of the little bunks she normally used when all of them were on the bus during a move to the next city.

He raised his hand to knock but stopped. Faintly, he heard something inside. A muffled gasp? Then a sigh. Then a loud thump and a screech of anger.

“Fucker!” That was most definitely Scarlett’s voice.

Instantly, everything male and protective inside Seth roared to life. A rage like he’d never known hit him like a punch to the gut as he kicked the door to the bedroom open with a yell and burst inside.

Wood splintered where the door exploded inward.

He’d expected to find some asshole Scarlett had brought to her room.

Someone who had either done something she hadn’t liked or had actually struck her or thrown her against the wall or some shit.

He’d been prepared to kill a motherfucker, but the reality stopped him dead in his tracks and left him standing there, mouth open in an “O” of surprise.

Scarlett lay sprawled on the queen-sized bed.

Naked. Perfect bare breasts jutting up from her chest proudly, legs spread.

What had hit the wall of her room was a realistic looking dildo, balls and all, where she’d apparently thrown it in frustration.

She had a larger one -- pink this time with a dial on the end indicating it was also a vibrator -- poised at her entrance and ready to plunge home.

Beside her lay a large bottle of lubricant.

“Shut the fucking door!” she yelled but didn’t close her legs.

Probably because they were spread so wide, it simply wasn’t her first instinct.

Indeed, she had her knees bent and her ass propped up on a pillow to better reach her pussy in a comfortable position.

Clearly, she’d planned on playing a long time.

When he didn’t move immediately, she threw the dildo in her hand at him. “ Now , asshole!”

Seth just stood there. It wasn’t like he could close the door now.

It was hanging askew on its hinges with the doorjamb splintered.

Her aim wasn’t all that great, and the dildo hit the wall beside him, but Seth was still frozen in place, his gaze fixed on her pale, naked body.

Her fiery red-orange locks were fanned out over her pillow and, thank God, a matching thatch of neatly trimmed hair graced the skin just above her sex.

He was never so glad to see a woman hadn’t completely removed the hair between her legs as he was the moment he saw the unusually bright color on top of all that pale skin.

Firm, taut thighs, her belly rippling with fine muscle, and the shapeliest arms he’d ever seen on a woman seemed to taunt him with what he couldn’t have.

She looked like a pale offering to some kind of fire god.

“Fuck… me…” Seth couldn’t have looked away from her if his life depended on it. And it very well might because, judging from her expression, Scarlett was ready to do murder.

“Not if you were the last man on earth,” she said, baring her teeth. She still didn’t make a move to close her legs or cover up in any way.

Seth raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“Not if fucking you was the only way for me to live past tonight.”

“Then why not cover yourself?”

“ You walked in on me . I’m under no obligation to hide myself. You don’t like the view? You fucking leave.”

“Never said I didn’t like the view,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “In fact, feel free to continue if you want.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You think I won’t?”

“On the contrary, I’m hoping like hell you will. Not often I get to see a show like this.”

With a defiant snarl, Scarlett bared her teeth and slid her hand down her body to her crotch.

Before he could fully register what she’d done, Scarlett buried two fingers deep inside herself, giving a shallow pump.

She held his gaze boldly, not backing down an inch as she leisurely fucked herself under his watchful, lust-filled eyes.

“I knew you wanted me,” she said, a cocky lift of her eyebrow taunting him. “Explains a lot.”

Seth shrugged casually, though he was feeling anything but casual. “You’re a beautiful woman. I like beautiful women.”

Scarlett kept thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy, but her face tightened fractionally. “That’s true. I’ve never seen you with a woman who was less than perfect. Good thing I’ll never fuck you. I’d hate for all your groupies to lose out on their favorite man treat.”

“Who says they would? I could have you and any other woman I want.” Again, he shrugged. “Maybe more than one of you at the same time. After all these years on the road it takes more than mediocre sex and a single woman to satisfy me.”

She chuckled as she added a third finger to her dripping sex while rubbing her clit lazily with her other hand.

“Oh, baby boy, you don’t understand. If I were to let you fuck me, I’d ruin you for other women.

You could have a room full of perfect bimbos at your disposal, and you’d still be thinking of all the filthy things I’d done to your body.

” She smirked as she added a fourth finger, stretching herself so he could see how greedy her little pussy was to be filled with something.

Seth was a large man -- in all respects.

He could fill her to bursting. “But, since I’d hate for you to go without sex for the rest of your life, I’ll have to refrain.

” She sounded regretful, but looked like she knew exactly how much he wanted her and was enjoying taunting him with what he’d never have.

“You know, for your own good and all.” Smirk.

“Now, if you’d be so good as to prop my door back up on the hinges, I need to get myself off to thoughts of all the admirers I’ll have to choose from to fuck after the concert. I do so love variety.”

“You want to finish yourself? You’ll do it with me standing here. No way I’m going to miss this.”

“So you’re a fucking perv as well as a fucking vocalist?” She sneered.

“In this instance, oh yeah. I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Everything in Seth wanted to command her, direct her what to do, but he knew she’d only defy him just to prove she could.

Instead, he watched in fascination as her fingers disappeared inside her, fucking herself as she needed.

A becoming blush painted her skin from those perfect, perfect breasts to the roots of her fiery hair.

Absently, he scrubbed the heel of his hand over his aching cock. His jeans were confining, making him ache all the more with the need to let his dick free so he had some circulation. As it was, he was nearly bent double with lust.

“Why not go to one of your little groupies?” she asked, her fingers busily stroking and rubbing where she needed them. “I’m sure you could find all the satisfaction you need.”

“Might,” he said, his ability to carry on any kind of conversation rapidly deserting him. “But why take the chance? I’m looking at what makes me horny. Might not find another sight as pleasing.”

She bared her teeth at him. “Bastard,” she hissed.

“Never said I wasn’t.”

“Fuck,” she cried, arching her back as some kind of intense pleasure hit her. Seth didn’t think it was an orgasm because the tension in her body didn’t let up.

“You know I’d gladly oblige,” he said, trying for a cocky grin and smug tone, but he wasn’t sure it didn’t come out as needy as she looked herself. “Just say the word, sweetheart.”

“Not on your life,” she snapped, giving a savage thrust with the four fingers she had buried inside her. “But if you’re going to watch me, I want to watch you as well.” She jerked her chin at him imperiously. “Get your cock out.”

Normally, Seth didn’t respond to orders -- he was the one giving them.

But in this case, he was only too happy to comply.

He watched her gaze lock on to his hands at his fly, following his movements as he released his throbbing erection.

Her lips parted and her little pink tongue darted out to dab at her lower lip.

“Ah… I think my little Scarlett likes what she sees.” Seth couldn’t resist taunting her just a little.

“Of course I like what I see,” she fired back without hesitation. “It’s a big hard cock, and I’m horny.” She lifted one pale shoulder. “What’s not to like?”

Burn.

Seth couldn’t stop the scowl. “You think any dick would do?” He stepped closer to her, taking his shaft in his fist. “I bet it’s me you think of when you’re like this.

I’m guessing it’s why you didn’t make even the slightest effort to close your legs to me when I burst in here.

You want me. Dream about me night and day.

” He tilted his head at her. “Is it why you’ve stuck around us all these years? Just to be close to me?”