Chapter 9
Heat and a monster boner pressing against her ass woke Tana. The bus rocked from side to side as tires hummed along the highway.
She had no idea what time it was or where she was, but she knew exactly who was in her bed.
Mick Vines.
The man who had held her when she cried and made her come six ways to Sunday after he told the whole world he was sweet on her.
Tana could get used to this. Way too easy and way too quick.
The man was like a dream … and whatever he had done to her last night … she wanted him to do it again and again and again.
What would it be like? she wondered. To be his one and only for all time?
Her mind flashed pictures of them naked and tangled together, along with them singing together on stages and in recording booths. It was like watching the ultimate fantasy unfold.
But is it too good to be true? Could a man with such a horndog reputation ever be satisfied with just one woman?
He had said she was the marrying kind. The kind you took home to mama.
It turned out that she was also the kind that was hard up for what this man packed in his pants.
She snuggled her butt back against that rock-solid shaft behind her.
“You a virgin there, baby girl?” he’d asked, referring to her back door.
She sure was, and she didn’t have any idea how that all worked, but the way things were going, she’d let Mick show her a whole new world.
Her mind told her to slow down, but her heart wasn’t listening and didn’t care.
Mick’s lips found her neck, and his big old paw covered her breast, with his fingertips teasing her other nipple. He rocked his cock into her ass, and Tana moaned. She was living her fantasy, and it was getting dirtier by the minute.
“Mornin’, baby.”
Mick’s rough whisper made her nipples hard and her center slick. Like he could read her body and mind, he slid one big hand down to cover her heat.
“Holy fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaked,” he said as his fingers slid across her wetness. “Fuck me,” he whispered as he stroked her slit.
Tana’s breaths grew shorter and shorter. She was almost there, and he’d barely touched her.
I need more. Just a little more.
She pressed against his hand, and one wide finger slid between her lower lips.
“Oh God, Mick. Mick—”
“Come for me, baby. Soak my hand.”
He brushed her clit and tucked a fingertip inside her.
It was all it took. Tana lost it. She cried out as she came while he pinned her against his cock with his hand.
When she started to come down, he stroked her again. Into her ear, he asked, “You want me to fill that sweet pussy with my finger or my cock, baby girl? We can wait, and I’ll still make you come until you can’t take it anymore.”
His words and his touch were an irresistible combination. She let go, and pleasure nearly tore her apart.
“Fuck, baby girl.”
His finger sank deep within her, and she screamed.
“Yeah, we’re waiting,” he said. “ ’Cause I don’t need an audience for how loud you’re gonna be when I take you.”
Tana had forgotten about the driver. “Oh God. Mick—”
“Hush. This ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of. If there’s pleasure to be had, you take it.”
“What about you?” She pressed backward against him.
He rocked into her. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m perfect right where I am. Snug against this tight little ass.”
“I’ve never done that before,” she said quietly as she shifted her hips and his fingers strummed her clit like a guitar.
“Never done what?”
“You asked if I was a virgin there … I am.”
His lips pressed against her neck. “Good. Now relax and enjoy this beautiful morning while I listen to the sound of you coming over and over again.”
It was at that moment that Tana realized she liked following Mick’s orders. Because the next hour was un-freaking-believable.