Chapter 77
“ B o, we can’t,” I warn as he steps offstage in Nashville with a certain look in his eyes and walks me backward behind a stack of amps. “Someone will see us.”
“It’s nighttime,” he says and groans. “I waited all day. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
I don’t want to wait either. I’m wet and turned on after watching him prowling around the stage with his black Les Paul. Since we started fucking, the sun setting is foreplay. Day or night, all he really needs to do is look at me to get me ready. “You still have to do the after-party,” I remind him breathily, trying to be the responsible one.
“Do I?” He takes a strand of my hair and winds it around my ear. Goose bumps rising on my skin, I shiver. “Do you really think anyone will notice if I skip it?”
Probably not, but… “It’s my job to make sure you fulfill all your contractual obligations,” I state sternly, my pulse drumming loudly in my ears.
“Don’t feel like talking about work. Want to feel you up.” He takes my T-shirt off and shapes my breasts in his skillful hands.
“Bo.” My legs quivering, I moan when he flicks my nipples with his thumbs. “We shouldn’t do this here.”
“Doing it,” he disagrees. He lifts me and sets me on a speaker. “I can’t wait anymore, and this is the perfect height.” He bends, his lips coming within an inch of my own. My mouth and my entire body crackles with longing. His breath is a spearmint-flavored tease. His cedar and citrus cologne is intoxicating, and I want a kiss. I want his mouth on mine badly, but I’m already in so much trouble with him. Every day, I fall further, and there’s no indication that anything has changed for him. If I give in and kiss him, I won’t be able to hide how I feel, and once I confess, I just know I’ll lose him.
I turn my head. I know, but I’m not ready for that reality yet.
“You’ll let me take that pretty mouth.” He flicks my hair over my shoulder and places a kiss on that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. “It’s only a matter of when.”
It’s a race to see if he gets his kiss before he finds out I never really wanted a temporary tryst. Once he discovers how deep I’m into him, I know this pleasurable arrangement between us will end. That’s a race I don’t want to win.
Feeling desperate, I get my hands inside his open shirt. I slide my palms over his warm skin. Kissing his chest, I taste salt and the tang of metal from his silver chain.
While I’m occupied, he reaches behind me and unlatches my bra. Tossing it aside, he cups my naked breasts in his hands and drags his wet tongue back and forth between them. My tingling nipples begin to throb in sync with the insistent drumbeat between my thighs.
“Bo,” I praise. “That feels so good.”
“Need inside you.”
“Yes.” I want that. I’m ready too. Wet, hot, and aching for his cock.
He unbuckles his belt. I undo my jeans, shimmying the denim down my legs. He gets his jeans and his boxers lowered to his thighs faster than I can manage my panties.
“No, Bo.” I recognize the glint in his eyes.
“Yes.” He rips the lace in two.
“That’s my last sexy pair.” Cool air rushes over my exposed pussy.
“Everything you put on your body is sexy.” He grins darkly. “But you’re even sexier when nothing is in my way.”
He spreads my legs apart and moves between them. My pulse leaps as the crown of his cock nudges my soaked entrance.
“Yes, Bo.” I exhale shakily when he pushes the entire hard length of him inside me. He feels so good, so right. Every doubt about us disappears when we’re joined. He starts to move. Chasing my release, I move with him. I slide along his shaft, using his wide shoulders for leverage.
“Need to fuck you hard.” He tunnels his hands under my ass. Lifting me off the speaker, he takes me to the nearby wall. My shoulders slam into the concrete, but I don’t care. I love that he is as desperate for me as I am for him.
“Yes, yes,” I cry as he fucks me into the wall. He groans and fucks me harder. The heat rises way too fast.
“Bo, I’m going to come,” I warn on his next perfect thrust, my eyes on his.
“I know.” He seems to always know. Can he feel it? See it in my gaze? “So come. I’m going to come with you.”
“Yes.” My lids fluttering with pleasure, I wrap my arms tighter around him. He fucks me harder, faster. He fucks me so, so good, I see a series of flashes behind my closed eyes. Flying, I go up and right over the edge, and he goes with me. Streamers of his hot cum fill me. With our bodies joined, we soar together, our hearts beating as one.
For now, we’re one. With that sobering thought, I drift back down to reality.
With Bo, my nights are a dream. Fantasy after fantasy fulfilled. But the trouble is nights aren’t enough anymore.