Chapter 4 #6
Her fingers moved lower, sliding down her torso to her hips, and she bit her lip as she thought about his hands doing the same. The shower’s steam fogged the glass, creating a private world where her fantasies could run wild.
She stepped closer to the wall, pressing her body against the cool tiles.
Her breasts flattened against the surface, the water running over her nipples and making them harden.
She let out a soft sigh. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers brushing against the damp curls of her pussy.
She was already wet, her body responding to the memories of Rio’s gaze, his touch even if it had only been fleeting.
Kylee’s fingers dipped lower, parting her pussy as she teased herself.
She moved slowly, savoring the sensation of her own touch.
Her other hand braced against the wall, her head tilted back as she let the water run over her face.
The sound of the shower filled the room, a white noise that drowned out everything but her own desires.
She thought about Rio again, about what it would feel like to have him there with her, his hands on her body, his mouth on hers.
Her fingers quickened, her breaths coming in short gasps as she imagined him watching her, his dark eyes hungry and intense.
“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice muffled by the water. Her fingers slipped inside her, her pussy clenching around them as she began to move in earnest.
She was alone, but she didn’t feel lonely, not with Rio in her mind, not with the way her body was responding to her own touch.
She imagined him kneeling in front of her, his lips parting her folds, his tongue tracing her clit.
The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she moaned softly, her hips bucking against her hand.
The water ran over her, mixing with the slickness between her legs as she fucked herself with her fingers.
She added a second finger, then a third, stretching herself open as she sought deeper satisfaction.
Her clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, and she used her thumb to rub it in slow, deliberate circles.
Her breaths came faster now, her body tense with anticipation.
She was close, so close, and the thought of Rio pushed her over the edge.
“Rio,” she gasped, his name a prayer on her lips.
Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her like the ocean.
She cried out, her voice lost in the sound of the shower, her fingers still moving inside her as she rode out the climax.
Her legs trembled, her knees threatening to give out, but she held herself up, her forehead pressed against the cool tiles.
As her orgasm subsided, Kylee leaned against the wall, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
The water continued to run over her, washing away the evidence of her pleasure.
She felt a mix of satisfaction and longing, her body sated but her mind still racing with thoughts of Rio.
She wondered if he was thinking of her too.
Stepping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel, the fabric soft against her skin.
The bathroom mirror was fogged over, but she didn’t bother to wipe it clean.
She didn’t need to see her reflection; she knew exactly what she looked like, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them.
She felt alive, her body buzzing with the aftermath of her orgasm.
Kylee sprawled across the sheets, the faint buzz of the city humming outside the window. Her skin was still warm, her body spent but there wasn’t a trace of guilt in her. If anything, she felt… frustrated. Empty. Not from what she had done, but what she hadn’t.
She’d fantasized, pleasured herself to the thought of Rio’s mouth, his hands, his voice. And while her body still tingled from the release, she couldn’t shake the jealousy twisting in her chest.
Kelly was probably tangled in sweaty sheets right now, living out what Kylee had only dared to imagine. The drummer had made his intentions clear. Yet Kylee came back to this room alone, wet and aching, and settled for the shadows of what she truly wanted.
One more day. That’s all she had left. One more day before she’d have to pack up the heels, the short dresses, and the taste of freedom. To go back to carpool lines, grocery lists, and pretending everything was fine.She wasn’t ready.
The next morning the door swung open and in came Kelly, barefoot, glowing, and unapologetically smug. Her hair was a mess, her eyeliner smudged, but the smile on her face said she’d had the time of her life.
“Get ready, bitch,” Kelly grinned, kicking the bed lightly. “Rio told me to tell you he’s sending a car in thirty minutes. He has a whole day planned for all of us.”
Kylee blinked, sitting up with a rush of adrenaline. “Wait… what?”
“Yup,” Kelly said, already stripping off her clothes as she headed for the shower. “He’s not done with you yet. And neither is this city.”
Kylee’s pulse fluttered. Maybe New Orleans still had a little more magic left for her after all.
Kelly wrapped a towel around her dripping hair and padded back into the room, cheeks still flushed from the hot shower or maybe from the night she’d just had. She flopped dramatically onto the bed beside Kylee with a dreamy sigh.
“Okay,” she said, turning to her sister with a smirk. “I need to tell you everything.”
Kylee raised a brow, already amused. “You were glowing the second you walked in. Spill it.”
Kelly grinned, biting her lip. “Girl. That drummer? Insane. He had me up against the wall before the door even closed. It was sweaty, loud, and very, very illegal. I think I saw God at one point. Twice!”
Kylee laughed, her cheeks flushing. “Damn. Sounds like you lived my fantasy for me.”
Kelly sat up straighter, her expression shifting to mock offense. “Wait, why did you come back here last night? You could’ve had Rio. He practically begged. Jake cheated, remember? You should’ve gotten even. That man looked at you like he wanted to devour every inch of you.”
Kylee leaned back against the headboard, exhaling slowly. “I know. Trust me, I know. He leaned in to kiss me... and I wanted it. God, I wanted it so bad. But I pulled away.”
Kelly stared at her like she was crazy. “Why?!”
“I couldn’t do it,” Kylee murmured, her voice lower now, more vulnerable. “Even after everything Jake did… I couldn’t justify doing the same. I didn’t want it to be about him. I wanted it to be about me.”
Kelly blinked. “So… you just came back and cried into your pillow?”
Kylee let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “No, actually. I… got in the shower. I took my time. Annnnnd then I thought about Rio.” Her voice dropped a notch as she smirked at her sister. “And I had the best orgasm of my entire damn life.”
Kelly’s jaw dropped. “Shut up.”
Kylee just grinned, her cheeks pink but unapologetic. “I’m serious. I touched myself thinking about his voice, the way he looked at me, the way he said I deserved the best. And it just… happened. Fast. Deep. It was like my body didn’t even need permission.”
Kelly blinked, then burst out laughing. “Well damn, I guess you did get yours after all.”
Kylee smiled, the heat still lingering behind her eyes. “I guess I did. But still… part of me wonders if I made a mistake walking away.”
Kelly nudged her gently. “Lucky for you, it is not over. You’ve still got one more chance, sis. And something tells me… he’s not done with you yet.”
Kylee stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby, her dress fluttering around her thighs like it had its own agenda. Oversized sunglasses shielded her still-sleepy eyes, but nothing could hide the warm rush pulsing under her skin.
“Come on, slowpoke!” Kelly grinned, already halfway to the car. “Our rockstar day awaits!”
The door opened just as Kylee reached it, the driver greeting them both with a polite nod. “Miss Waterman. Miss Kelly. Mr. Riot is expecting you.”
Kylee tried not to flinch at the sound of her married name, but Kelly grabbed her hand and squeezed it, pulling her inside before she could dwell. The SUV was plush and cool, stocked with cold waters, champagne, and a tiny bouquet of white roses sitting on the seat between them.
“Okay, that’s hot,” Kelly whispered. “You sure you don’t want to ride him like a Harley before you leave New Orleans?”
Kylee shot her a look. “He tried to kiss me, remember? And I stopped it.”
“Yeah, and I’m still mad at you about it.”
Kylee bit her lip, gaze flicking to the roses. “He makes me feel like I’m seventeen again. Like I’m… dangerous.”
“Well,” Kelly smirked, popping open the champagne. “You’re in the back of a luxury SUV with flowers and a half-naked memory of last night. Let’s not pretend danger isn’t your middle name today.”
They clinked their glasses, and the car pulled off, weaving through the French Quarter. It wasn’t long before they pulled up to their first stop, a historic garden tucked away just off Esplanade Avenue, where Rio stood waiting in all black, sunglasses on, tattoos glowing under the morning sun.
He turned, smiling slowly when he saw them.
“Told you I had a day planned,” he said, stepping forward. “And this is just the beginning.”
Kylee stepped out of the car, pulse quickening as Rio’s eyes locked onto hers like no one else existed.
Maybe today, she’d stop holding back. Or maybe, she’d make him really work for it.
They strolled through the garden path, the heavy perfume of jasmine swirling in the warm air around them. Spanish moss hung from the trees like a veil, softening the edges of the morning light. It felt like they’d stepped into a dream or maybe out of real life entirely.
Kelly vanished almost instantly, swept away by Mason with a grin and a wink. Kylee didn’t even try to stop her. “Classic Kelly,” she muttered.
Rio laughed beside her. “She moves fast.”