36. THE ONE WITH THE NEW CONTRACT
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
THE ONE WITH THE NEW CONTRACT
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Comment: HE HAS AN OG HEX SHIRT? There is NO WAY they’re fucking with us. It’ll ruin me if this is all for attention
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I have Joey snatched up with her legs wrapped around my torso in seconds. My lips crash into hers after she pulls her sweater over her head and tosses it to the side as we enter my room on the main level.
I lazily made my bed this morning, straightening the sheets and throwing the blanket over top.
Joey lets out a whoosh of air when I toss her down, dropping to my knees on the edge.
Her Vans slip off easily, getting thrown to the side of the room with the socks stuffed inside.
I’m already working on the button to her jeans when she leans forward and kisses me again.
It snaps open, and I force the zipper down, shoving my hand between her legs and pressing into the seam at her core.
Joey inhales against my lips. “Shit,” she mewls.
I apply rough pressure, getting where I need to be with my fingers against the stiff material of her jeans. “I need you out of these.” My voice sounds foreign in this state of desire.
I’ve never needed anyone more than I need Joey. Not now. Not ever. I need to hear her screaming my name. I need to taste her.
I need her.
Joey slips her thumbs under the waistband of her jeans, and I tug from the bottom. She spreads her legs wide, leaning on her elbows with a crooked lust drunk gaze.
She’s wearing a pretty dark-blue lace thong, and I know she’s not wearing a bra. I noticed it the second she got to the venue with Frankie.
I was bummed and relieved at the same time when she was wearing a sweater at the Ferris wheel. On one hand, I didn’t have to shift my focus from her perky pierced nipples all night, but on the other, I didn’t get to stare at her perky pierced nipples all night.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand.
“Keep yours on.” Joey eyes my Hex shirt.
I chuckle, the sound vibrating from deep within my chest. “Yes, Mommy.” My hands run up Joey’s calves, tracing the outlines of a few tattoos on my way up.
“My god, that shouldn’t be hot.” She shivers, letting loose a short breath.
“Shirt. Now,” I growl a reminder, rising from the floor to crawl between her legs.
I don’t need to ask again. She crosses her arms and slips the tight gray T-shirt over her head. Her tits bounce when they’re freed from their hold, rounding at the bottom in a perfect handful.
The jewelry is different this time. In one nipple there’s a dagger, the other a heart.
I hum a content groan, sliding my fingers under the waistband of her lace thong.
They’re the only fabric left keeping Joey from being completely naked, and if I weren’t so eager to see her bare again, I’d flip her over and enjoy the view.
“I don’t know how much time we have before the others get home, but in case I haven’t made myself clear yet…
” I trail off, tearing Joey out of her underwear.
Settling in between her legs, I loop my arm around her thigh, spreading her open with my fingers.
Her pussy glistens with her arousal, making my mouth water at the thought of what I’m about to do.
My eyes rake up her body slowly until they meet hers.
“You come first. Every single time.” I bring my tongue to her clit without breaking eye contact, swirling slow circles.
Joey’s moaning before my mouth makes it to her, eyes rolling as she falls to her back. “Oh fuck, West.”
My name on her lips is music to my ears. It’s a close second to her laugh. “Mmm, that’s my girl,” I mumble against her clit, rewarded with the twitch of her hips at my praise.
The arm looped around her thigh tightens, and I slip the rings off my right hand, letting them roll to the side of the mattress.
Joey tastes so fucking good, getting wetter by the second as I switch between licking and sucking.
I don’t let her get used to one rhythm yet, not ready for her to take the plunge into oblivion right away.
I want to enjoy my time between her legs as much as she does, getting my fill before moving on to her next orgasm.
I replace my mouth with my fingers, kissing the inside of her thighs and rubbing her clit until her moans become unintelligible.
“Yes,” she lets out a loud breathy sound when I bite down on the inside of her leg with enough force to leave a mark for later. The sounds Joey makes are full and deep, tearing through her core with a tremble.
I return my mouth to her clit, sucking slow and hard. “Oh, fuck, fuck.” Joey sits up, tangling her fingers in my hair.
My body reacts, cock twitching against my pants until the pressure begins to cause a pleasurable discomfort. With my free hand, I slide two fingers inside Joey’s dripping wet pussy, rotating to press into her G-spot.
Her hands abandon my hair to play with her nipples. “Please, just like that.” Joey starts to pant, pleading with me to let her come.
My tongue swirls around her swollen bud, fingers repeatedly pressing against the soft spot inside her pretty pink cunt.
I lose her, her body shuddering as she falls back on the bed again, writhing against my hold. All she can do is grip the sheets and ride out her first orgasm. She’s louder than she’s ever been, making a groan of some deep-seated approval rush through me.
Instead of letting go when I know she expects time to recover, I double down until she’s quivering, unable to do anything but roll into a second orgasm almost right away.
She’s louder when she screams my name this time.
Joey sits up to her elbows, and I can see it in her eyes, the total loss for words as she descends from the heavens of ecstasy.
The way she’s looking at me is better than any drug.
I let my arm slip from around her leg, releasing her from my grip.
My chin’s covered with a mixture of my saliva and Joey’s cum, dripping slowly. I catch it with my hand, licking the excess from the bottom of my palm to the tip of the fingers I just had buried inside her.
“How—” She pants. “How are you so fucking good at that?” I know she’s not looking for an answer. Joey pushes up onto her knees and pulls me into a kiss before I’m able to swallow the taste of her.
I give her what she wants, sharing the sweetness of her orgasm in a frenzied kiss.
I’m going to combust if I don’t get out of these pants immediately.
The bed shifts under my weight as I guide Joey to the edge. Her hand presses against my cock when I step off, my hips instinctively pressing into her touch. I nip her bottom lip, working the button of my pants and slipping them off.
Joey pulls away from my lips, kissing down my neck until she somehow finds a spot no one’s ever found. Her tongue flicks over my pulse, and I hiss a breath.
“Shirt. Now,” she mimics, her sultry voice and soft kisses sending my pulse to fucking Pluto.
She’s always a little bossy, and I love it outside the bedroom, but there’s something downright adorable about it when we both know who’s in control behind closed doors.
Through the full body chills, I feel the vibration of a chuckle tickle my chest. I keep calm through my body’s rapture, dying to be reborn again every time Joey’s lips touch my neck.
“You wanna be in charge now, Joey baby?” I ask, grabbing her by the hair at the back of her head and bringing her mouth inches from mine.
“Mhm,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to mine with a saccharine sweetness.
Joey loves kissing me, sneaking them in whenever she thinks I won’t notice. I’ll never complain, happy to go down with her secret if it means she’ll keep doing it.
“Tell me what you want from me,” I say as she slips her fingers between the waistband of my boxers, shimmying them down as low as she can with my hold limiting her reach.
Joey swallows, fighting a whimper. “I want you to sit on the bed and let me ride you until I come again.” Her soft fingers brush over the tip of my hypersensitive dick. “And then I want you to fuck me until it’s time to swallow your cum.”
“My pleasure,” I rasp, doing exactly as she asks and then some.
She comes on my lap, and then once more when I go down on her again.
I’m not sure what it is about Joey, but I’d never finish again if it meant I was able to watch her do it instead. Watching and knowing I’m the one sending her into another dimension makes me the luckiest man alive.
Joey drops to the floor beside the bed when I tell her to, removes the condom, and sucks me off until I bust into the back of her throat.
My eyes flutter as her tongue swirls around my tip, lapping up the last of my release.
She stares at me from her knees with her unreal siren eyes, and an animalistic noise bubbles up my throat.
I snatch her jaw between my fingers, puckering her lips with my cum in her mouth.
I think I catch the exact moment Joey realizes she’s attracted to me on a level she didn’t think possible.
Her pupils remind me of a cat seeing a bird through the window.
I tap her gently on the chin with two fingers. “Open.”
She does as I say, squeezing her thighs together while waiting patiently.
I tip Joey’s head back and spit into her mouth.
Without coaching, she sticks her tongue out to show me the mess I’ve made before swallowing.
A chill racks my body, a sated groan following.
After the first night, Joey got cuddly after sex, high from the molotov cocktail of happy chemicals flooding her brain. I notice the same satisfied glow in her cheeks now.
I scoop her up from the floor, tangling into the sheets as we catch our breath.
The clock is ticking on this moment, slowly inching closer to Joey leaving. Which reminds me how close we are to the end of tour.
Six weeks is going to feel like the blink of an eye.
We stay quiet while letting our heart rates drop, the sound of our breathing the only noise in the room.
“This stays between us.” Joey breaks the silence with her boundaries to this new arrangement, and I don’t find myself as disappointed as I probably should.
“We tell them the plan for our social media collaboration, but it’s best we don’t include them in our sex life.
” She removes her head from my chest, her arm holding the bedsheet over her tits as she sits up.
It’s like she knew I’d be too distracted to pay attention if she didn’t. Honestly, I’m fucking feral for this woman. Maybe even obsessed, and probably, most definitely, falling completely head over heels in love with her.
I prop myself against the headboard, eyes flicking down to the red marks on my chest from Joey’s nails. “Should I tell them I’m sleeping with someone else if they ask?”
Between Enzo and Kell, I’m at the gym with one, if not both, nearly every day. I’ll have to wear T-shirts all week.
Worth it!
She sighs. “Another rule. No more marks.” Joey’s content smirk makes me want to start the night all over again. “They’ll know if we’re not careful about this.”
Joey isn’t talking about our followers and fans. The world thinks we’ve been fucking since the beginning. She doesn’t want our friends to know…
I shrug. “And?”
“That’ll complicate things… Don’t you think we’re doing enough of that already?” She pauses, looking at her lap. “Can we handle one thing at a time? Please?”
When Joey looks at me, eyes begging me to agree, I can’t stop myself. My hand shoots out, grabbing her gently by the wrist. “Come here.”
She hesitates, fighting to return to her controlled self quicker than I want. Somehow, I win and she melts into my side.
“You make the rules, and I’ll follow, but behind closed doors, you let me see you. Joey. Not Hex.” I have to slow my fall. I can’t tumble headfirst into nothingness. I’ve been there before. I’ve been on top of the world—so happy I couldn’t imagine my life getting any better.
I got cocky, so life threw me off a ledge, turned out the lights, and left me to rot.
I’m not sure when I finally crawled out of the hole and made it to the top, but I recently realized I could see the sun on cloudy days again.
I’d found a purpose again—one I’ve never felt I deserved.
I want Joey like I wanted hockey.
I want Joey like I wanted comedy.
I want Joey like I want to believe I deserve this second chance at a happy life.
But more than anything, I want her to want me too.
On her own, without anyone telling her what she should want.
“Deal.” Joey kisses me the way she does when she's about to do something I won’t like.
Soft, like a goodbye. “But since the No Sex Contract is void between us, we have to have a new one.” She bites her lip, her green eyes holding mine to hers like the witch from Salem she might actually be.
“We’re friends… who have really, really, really…
” She trails off. “Seriously, what the fuck? How?” Joey blinks a few times, shaking her head as if there’s no possible way she can explain it.
“Really great fucking sex. Friends who have really great fucking sex.”
I feel the beginning of a goofy smile pulling at the corner of my lips. “Do you want me to answer or was that a hypothetical question?”
Joey swats my arm. “I’m being serious.”
“About how really, really, really great our sex is?” My smile is full grown goofy now.
“West.” Joey draws my name out in a groan.
Warmth spreads through my chest as I chuckle. “I’m sorry, okay, okay.” I blow a breath and use my hand to mime pulling it all the way out, resetting the look on my face to something more serious.
She studies me, waiting for me to crack under her stare.
When I’ve held strong long enough, Joey nods and continues.
“We aren’t in a relationship. Hex and West Parker can pretend to be, but we won’t.
Outside of the bedroom, I’m your friend and social media strategist through the end of tour. Nothing more.”
I nod after every point. These are all things I expected her to say.
“At this point, I think we need to renegotiate the terms of our contract as far as pay goes too if we’re going to start filming together.” She looks at the sheet covering her naked body. “Which we should do when we have clothes on. Tomorrow.”
I won’t bat an eye at whatever it is she demands. “Is that all?” Reaching for my water bottle on the nightstand, I take a sip.
She points at my mouth. “Swallow that.”
I do, brows scrunching together.
“No sleepovers. We fuck, and then go back to our own rooms. Cuddling leads to feelings.” Meaning this was the last time she’d let me see this side of Joey.
Logically, I know it makes sense, but I don’t want to think logically about this. I want to listen to the little voice in my head screaming “no” as he falls off the edge of the cliff Joey pushed him over.
He doesn’t hit the ground until she leaves my room and her last rule echoes through my mind like his cry for help.
This ends when tour does.