Hard Habit to Break

Chapter 23

"Would you sit still?" huffed Tori, struggling to keep her hand steady as Eddie moved beneath her once again. "You know, it's hard to keep this line straight when you're wiggling."

"Well, it's hard not to wiggle with an incredibly sexy girl sitting on my lap. Things are happening down there that are making these pants a bit uncomfortable and a guy has to adjust."

Tori rolled her eyes at him, pulling her hand that held the eyeliner back away from his face as he wiggled again, grinning like a devil at her the entire time.

"You're ridiculous. If you don't stop, you are going to have a dark line running straight across your forehead. Can't you manage some self-control for like two minutes?"

Eddie grinned, fingers grabbing onto her hips, rolling his very obvious arousal against her center, the thin scrap of panties and fishnet stockings not doing much to keep her safe against his advances. A gasp escaped her lips, her teeth biting down on the bottom one. He smirked, knowing it was to keep an even louder sound, one that would alert the rest of the bar as to what exactly was going on in here, from coming out. But that only made him want to make it happen even more.

One eyebrow lifted as he smirked and said, "Now who needs self control?"

She slapped his chest, huffing, "I didn't grind on you. That doesn't count. I was very innocently just sitting here, trying to help you with your eyeliner before the show."

"Funshine, there is nothing innocent about straddling me in nothing but this little skirt." He grabbed onto the plush of her thighs, pressing against her skin before his fingers slid under the edge of her black, pleated skirt, moving around to grab onto two handfuls of her ass. Her hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, grinding down against him. "Fuck. I'm gonna miss soundcheck and it's all your fault."

"We can stop," she teased, rising up to her feet, as if to move off his lap.

"Absolutely the fuck not," he growled, standing and grabbing her around the waist, flinging her down onto her back on the couch. "I've played in this shithole more times than I can count. They can figure it out without me."

Eddie dropped down on top of her, his hands coming to either side of her head, pressing into the cushion. Tori reached for him, her hand gripping the back of his head, bringing his mouth to hers. She moaned as his tongue slid past her lips, exploring just as his hand slid under her shirt, doing the same.

"I will never get enough of you," he rasped, lips nipping and licking everywhere they could find exposed skin. This girl was a goddamn drug and he was constantly chasing the high she gave him. "You are so damn delicious, Tor. I am fucking addicted to you...your smell...your taste..." His fingers slid over the edge of her panties and then inside, growling when he could feel how wet she was. "I am so fucking addicted to this."

"Jesus Christ...again?"

They both turned their heads to find Gareth standing in the doorway, arms folded, looking at them both as if they were obnoxious kids that he was tired of scolding.

"Seriously you two?" He shook his head, grabbing Eddie's shirt off the floor and flinging it at him roughly. "We've got soundcheck, man. We've got a show in two hours. Get a damn shirt on and come on."

"I think you could handle it without me," Eddie snapped through gritted teeth, aggravated at the intrusion. "We're kind of in the middle of something here."

"You two are always in the middle of something. We'd never get anything done if we never interrupted you two doing something. Seriously, Ed, this is an important one. We can't fuck this up. If that record label guy likes what he hears, this could be it. Our big break."