Chapter 8
“Where you at, baby girl?” The deep voice boomed through her bus as Tana dried off from her shower in the tiny bathroom.
“In here.” She cracked the door and peeked out with one towel wrapped around her body and a second tied up like a turban on her head.
Mick came to a halt just beyond the door. “Holy shit. You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she replied with a smile.
“How old are you? Because right now, you look way too fresh-faced and innocent.”
Tana hadn’t felt fresh or innocent when she thought of how it had ended with Ronnie, which was why she decided to wash him off the best she could.
“Twenty-six.”
“Phew.”
“How old are you, Mick?”
“Thirty-seven. Turning thirty-eight next week.”
“Happy early birthday.”
“Am I too old for you, Tana?”
This was her out if she wanted one.
“Nah. I think an older man has his benefits.”
He stepped closer to the door. “Oh, yeah?”
Tana knew she had to be direct with him, especially with how tonight was going. “I’m not sleeping with you tonight, Mick.”
“Didn’t figure you were.”
“So, why are you here?”
“To get me some more of that sweet sugar and to make sure you’re all right. I know this was a big night for you.”
“Not for you?”
“Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend …” he said with a grin.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Good to know.”
“For real though, you doing all right? Wanna sit? Have a drink? Feel free to keep that towel on … or drop it. Your choice.”
Naughtiness bubbled up from Tana’s soul. She toyed with the end of the terry cloth she had tucked between her breasts.
“You mean I could drop this, and you still wouldn’t try to sleep with me?”
Mick’s blue gaze zeroed in on her fingertips.
“I’d definitely be willing to give it a shot and see what happens,” he replied.
Tana shook her head. “I’m not one of those easy women, begging to blow you, Mick, and I ain’t ever gonna be one.”
His blue eyes lifted again to meet hers. “Darlin’, I know more about women than you could possibly imagine. I know about all kinds, and I know what you are, and it ain’t that.”
She stroked the corner of the towel, and part of her wanted to tug it and let it fall.
“What am I then?”
Mick ducked his head and put them on the same level. “You’re the marrying kind, sweetheart. You’re the kind a man takes home to mama.”
Tana’s breath caught, and her pulse beat between her legs.
“And if I drop this towel?” Her voice sounded breathy.
“I’ll thank God and have you screaming my name as you come.”
Tana sucked in a breath, and like some greater force controlled her fingertips, she tugged the towel and let it fall away from her breasts.
“Sweet Jesus. Lord have mercy,” Mick whispered as the towel slid to the floor and she stood naked before him.
He couldn’t stop himself. Her sweet little pink nipples begged for his mouth. He swooped in and tongued one little bud. It tightened in his mouth, and heat shot to his groin. Mick’s dick instantly went hard as stone.
He hadn’t thought she had the guts to do it. He was thanking his maker she had.
Aware that someone else could enter the bus at any moment, he pulled her out of the bathroom and used his body to block the hallway as he backed her into the bedroom.
As soon as he pushed the door shut behind him, he cupped her breast in his hand and rolled the nipple between his fingertips.
Tana’s breathy moans went straight to his cock. Her hands were buried in his hair, and he remembered what she’d said.
No sex tonight.
He knew damn well he could make her change her mind—but he wouldn’t. Not until tomorrow. He’d just make her come and beg for more, and when the bus started moving, it’d be a new day, and all bets would be off.
He released that perfect handful and gripped her waist with both hands. With less effort than it took to lift his guitar, he boosted her onto the bed.
“Gonna eat this pussy until you scream for me, baby.”
Tana’s legs slid apart, and he took that as his invitation.
“My God, girl. I’ve found heaven between your thighs. I have never in my life seen anything prettier than this.” And he wasn’t lying. She was perfect.
As he lowered his mouth to those sweet lips, the shell-pink color made him even harder.
Tana was a full participant. She fell back on the bed and lifted her butt as he slid his hands under her ass to tilt her up so he could feast.
She would never remember that pencil dick’s name when he was done with her tonight. Every memory of him would be erased with as many orgasms as he could deliver.
“Oh my God, Mick … Mick … Mick!”
She was already writhing beneath his mouth as she cried his name. And he decided to see just how dirty his new little wife-to-be was willing to get.
One fingertip found her tight asshole and stroked across it.
She came undone.
“Oh my God!”
Instant orgasm. He felt her body tremble as it ripped through her.
Perfect.
He kept going, eating her pussy like it was the finest delicacy in the world, and Mick wouldn’t believe anyone who said it wasn’t.
They’d never tasted a sugar pie like this.
Her ass in his hands was his new favorite palm warmer.
Anytime he came anywhere near close to that tight pucker, she went off like a freight train.
“Mick, please.” She laughed and sobbed at the same time. “Oh my God, I can’t take any more.”
“Sure you can, sweetheart.”
“I feel like I might die.”
“Then just let go.”
“And be Tana Zephyr, the girl who died from pleasure with Mick Vines’s face between her legs?”
“You want me to stop?” He parted her cheeks with his fingers and ghosted one over her rear entrance.
“Oh my God, Mick.”
She bucked upward, pressing her against his mouth as he followed her with pressure from his fingertip. Her scream was ear-splitting.
As her body melted into the bed, Mick asked her, “You a virgin there, baby girl?”
He swept across it again as he lapped at her slit.
“Ahhh. Ahhh. Oh my God.”
Tana’s head whipped from side to side, and Mick was in love with how responsive she was.
He latched on to her clit and tongued it repeatedly.
She flailed beneath him until she cried out, “Yes! Mick!”
He wasn’t a hundred percent sure if she was answering him or just losing herself to the climax. Either way, Mick thought, Just one more for good measure.
And he went for it—sliding one thick finger into her snug little channel. Tana’s body clamped down on him, and she lost it.
He was definitely right about one thing. Her ex is a total pencil dick.
Tana’s bones seemed to have melted into puddles, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever move again. She also didn’t care. The idea of being the woman who died by orgasms from Mick Vines sounded mighty fine with her at this juncture.
When he finally lifted away, disappeared, and returned with a towel, Tana was beat. She had just enough energy to scoot up and under the covers.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She yawned and felt herself drifting off to sleep.
What she didn’t expect was for Mick to strip down to his boxer briefs and climb into bed beside her.
“Sleep. Ain’t nothing else gonna happen. I just want to hold you.”
As his arms wrapped around her, Tana snuggled into the heat of his embrace.
Never in her whole life could she have predicted this. And as she slipped into oblivion, she decided this was better than her wildest dreams.