Chapter 4 #2
I press send. The post starts to upload. Almost immediately my phone chimes with notifications. They pour in from places like Australia, New Zealand, and Japan. Comment after comment. Some of them sweet and congratulating. Others are jealous and petty.
“You just told the world I’m your girlfriend.”
The warmth in her gaze makes it totally worth it. A bubble of happiness fills my chest. I put a hand around her throat and tip her chin up with my thumb because I like the way she’s looking at me. “Yeah, I did.”
Her lush body melts against mine. I reach up and hike one of her knees over my hip. She’s open to me and I enjoy the heat of her entrance hovering at the tip of my cock. The anxiety that whipped around me a few minutes ago dissipates with the need to be inside her once more. “I’ll keep you safe.”
“How are you going to do that?” Her pupils darken.
“Never letting you out of my sight.” I tease her earlobe with my teeth. “Keeping you so needy that you don’t want to be anywhere but on my cock.”
“Show me,” her voice is husky, lustful.
After that there’s no reason to talk. There’s nothing but her body moving with mine and the hot water raining down around us. The pounding of my hips against hers as I lift her up and down on my cock. The bounce of her tits pressed to my chest.
She’s tight and perfect and made for me. The way she glides on my cock takes me to the edge far too quickly. But it doesn’t matter when I plan on filling her again once we’re dry and tucked in bed.
“Riot.” She warns me that she’s close too. Right before her inner walls ripple and tighten.
Fuck. I lose it and paint her insides with my cum while she squeezes me over and over.
I stay buried inside her for a long moment.
We rest in that intimacy, in whispered words and quiet secret smiles.
When I eventually lower her to her feet, it’s to flip off the water and grab a towel, enveloping her in it before I throw her over my shoulder and tote her to bed.
Depositing her on her back, I crawl onto the bed at her feet. She pushes up on her elbows to watch me. I grip her knees and tug them apart, hooking each one on my shoulder before taking in the view of her pussy. Fucking pretty and mine.
I roll my thumb over the little bead before dipping inside her core. What we did in the shower was only the beginning. “I’m going to make it up to you.”
All this mess with Sonatina, Carmine. And Rochelle. And not announcing our relationship sooner.
“What up to me?” She stares at me as I settle on my belly, my mouth hovering over her pussy.
I bend to taste her. She tastes of us, our essence dripping from her still. I lave my tongue along her slit in one long lick from asshole to clit.
“Oh.” She inhales, the question more and more forgotten with each stroke of my tongue.
I could stay down here forever. Eating her for every meal. Praying that my last meal before I go to that rock n’ roll hall of fame in the sky will be dining between her legs.
I strum her clit with my thumb while I fuck her with my tongue.
She arches her neck; face tipped to the ceiling. Her lips fall open around a throaty whimper that sounds like the best song in the world.
Hiking her knees up higher on my shoulders I devour her pussy like it’s a peach. My face is coated with her juices; they run down my chin.
Her nails dig into my scalp, her fingers tug at my hair. Holding me in place, she bucks into my mouth. Clamping my teeth around her clit, I press two fingers deep inside to stroke her g-spot at the same time.
She arches from the bed, her body bowing with one hell of an orgasm. Then I pick her up and toss her on her belly before falling on her with a growl. Wet as she is, her tight inner walls part for me easily.
I fuse my hand to her throat and turn her head for my kiss. I fuck her slowly, until she’s rippling around me with another orgasm on the horizon.
She takes me perfectly. Bringing me with her, she tumbles over the edge again. Clenching around me as I fill her with my cum once more. Collapsing under me when she’s spent.
“I hope it’s always going to be this good,” she says between gulps of air.
“Better.” It only gets better. Settling next to her on the bed, I drag her against my chest and get comfortable. Tomorrow we’re going to get up and continue on with the wedding schedule like nothing is amiss. We’ll work out who doesn’t belong here on the ranch before they can do any more harm.
She stares up at me with those big, beautiful eyes for so long it feels like she wants to say something.
I squeeze her closer. “What is it?”
“I wish we could stay right here, like this for the rest of our lives.”
“We can. We will.” I can’t wait to make this our future. “The world is ours. Touring with the band. Fucking on every continent. Spending long nights entwined like this. Just the two of us.”
I’ll keep her safe from my obsessed fans. From this person who is stalking me. When we’re not surrounded by security, we’ll be hidden away somewhere private like this ranch.
“And I would do anything for your grip to be a little tighter,” she sings softly, her fingers curling on my chest.
I was humming and I didn’t notice. Because I’m at peace and lost in my thoughts, but the next line comes unbidden. As deeply embedded as she is under my skin. “Because you have me in a chokehold, baby.”
“There’s no going back.” Her voice is already drifting toward sleep.
“I can’t breathe without you.” I stroke her hair and let my eyes shut. I don’t think I could try. Wouldn’t want to. “I’m on my knees, darlin’. I’m all yours and you don’t see. I’m in too deep.”
No, that’s not right. It’s no longer about the woman who doesn’t know what effect she has on me. After the last twenty-four hours Kelsey most definitely knows. Her song no longer makes sense. It needs a new verse. A new version. It needs something else.
Slipping out of bed, I pull on sweatpants.
“Riot?” she murmurs.
“I just have to jot this down.” I press a kiss to her temple before I leave the room. She’s used to me writing at all times of the day and night.
My guitar is where I left it in the living room, and I pick it up and quietly make my way through the chord progression before blending my voice.
The tweaks I make are tiny, almost insignificant things. You don’t see, becomes now you see. I take out a line about keeping it a secret. Add one about her being the addiction I don’t want to shake.
When I’m happy with the changes, I set up my phone and record the new version.
When this weekend is over, I’ll send it out to the band, and we can work out how to break the remake to our fans.
I’ll confess to the world that I wrote it about her.
I’ll confess it to her because I never got the chance to on the plane.
Leaving my guitar by the sofa, I go back to bed. Crawling under the covers, I curl around Kelsey and tug her back to my chest.
A board squeaks outside our door. Someone is walking the hallway. I mustn’t be the only one having trouble sleeping tonight.