Chapter 26
Mia and Noah got back to the hotel later than the singer had planned.
Her friend had insisted on eating at a restaurant that looked pretty sketchy but reminded him of the old days, when they barely had a few dollars in their pockets and had no choice but to pick places based on their budget.
Mia couldn't say no, and they'd enjoyed the meal over laughter and memories of their time with Danny.
She'd stopped by Erin's room when they got back, but nobody answered the door, and someone from housekeeping told her the doctor was in the gym.
Mia had almost headed down, but she was wiped out from all the walking and decided to go to her suite instead, take a shower, and lie down for a while.
She'd closed her eyes and drifted into a half-sleep she couldn't quite fall all the way into, and she finally snapped awake when she heard the door to Erin's room click shut.
Now she's sitting at the foot of her bed. It's three in the afternoon and the tour bus won't roll out until six, so after washing her face, drinking some water, and reading a couple of emails from Jude, she decides to leave her room and walk down to Erin's.
She knocks a couple of times and waits, fidgeting with her foot on the hallway carpet. Nobody answers and the doubts start creeping in, so she turns toward the bodyguard standing in the hall.
"Is Erin in there?"
"Yeah, she came in about twenty minutes ago," the man answers.
Mia turns back and knocks again, then takes a step back when it hits her that the doctor might be resting and she's interrupting. Just as she's turning to leave, the door swings open and Erin peers out with only her head.
"Hey," Mia says, flushing for no reason she can name. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Erin reaches out, takes her hand, and pulls her inside.
"I was in the shower," she explains as she closes the door.
Mia wouldn't have needed the explanation, because the reason Erin only cracked the door was that she isn't fully dressed. She's in her underwear, gone damp from throwing it on in a rush, without enough time to dry off properly. Her hair is clipped up and a few loose strands cling to her neck.
They go very still. The doctor with goosebumps rising on her skin and her pulse hammering under the weight of Mia's gaze, which won't leave her body.
"Can I come closer?" the singer asks, her voice so low and rough it barely sounds like hers.
Erin swallows and nods, and just watches her move.
The singer comes closer slowly, as if she's afraid the doctor might bolt.
Barefoot, Erin is still quite a bit taller than her, but less so now, and Mia can brush her lips against her nose.
She runs her fingers along Erin's sides while she looks at her, and she doesn't stop there — she circles around her body and brings both hands to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and sliding it off her arms until it drops to the floor, leaving the doctor in nothing but her underwear.
"God, Erin," Mia whispers, her breath already hitching.
Erin takes a step toward her and lets out a sharp inhale when the singer cups her breasts.
"You're wearing too many clothes," the doctor says, tugging her shirt upward.
The singer feels such a desperate need to press her skin against Erin's that the moment the shirt clears her head, she starts taking off everything else herself, underwear included.
Erin kisses her — another fierce, hungry kiss that starts with tongue, the kind Mia has decided she loves.
She grabs her by the ass and the singer pushes up until her legs wrap around her waist, just like on the bus.
"We have unfinished business," Erin breathes, pressing her against the wall.
Mia can't answer because the doctor has slipped a hand between their bodies and, while she holds her firm by the back of her neck, her fingers are teasing the singer's entrance, drawing a raw moan from her at the sheer intensity of what she feels.
"Tell me what you like," Erin says.
"I like you," Mia answers, eyes blazing. "Fuck me however you want, honey — there won't be a single thing I don't like."
Despite the slickness already there, Erin pulls her hand back, sucks her fingers with her eyes locked on Mia, and slides them back between them, pushing inside her all the way. Mia gasps and lets out a low, breathy moan as she holds on tight and presses herself into her palm.
Erin uses her whole body to drive the pleasure, working her hand with her hips, lifting Mia with every thrust while her own chest rises faster and faster.
After several hard strokes that pull cries of pleasure from the singer, Erin feels her start to clench, her heat pulsing tight around her fingers, so she grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her into a kiss, wanting to swallow every sound she makes.
"I don't want to come this soon," Mia whimpers, breaking the kiss to tense her whole body and try to hold back the orgasm, to stretch out that last moment before it hits.
"Don't do that to me, baby — I want to hear you." Erin's low voice against her ear is enough to shatter every bit of her control, and the orgasm tears through her like a current.
Her moans are loud, and even though she tries to muffle them against Erin's mouth, she barely manages, because she can't hold back the wave moving through her while she's kissing her and trying to breathe at the same time.
"Fuck, Erin," she exhales as the tension coiled inside her begins to dissolve.
She drops her head back against the wall while she recovers, hands resting on the doctor's shoulders and her body almost boneless, drained of everything. As her breath slowly evens out, she pinches the bridge of her nose and blinks, dizzy.
"Hey," Erin whispers, a slight frown creasing her brow.
"I'm fine." Mia gives her a weak smile and wraps her arms around her neck. "It was just really intense."
The doctor holds her firmly and carries her to the bed, pressing one knee into the mattress before setting her down and lying beside her, trailing her fingertips across her torso before kissing one of her breasts.
"I haven't come that hard in a long time," Mia admits, turning toward her with that crooked smile that tells the doctor she's already coming back to herself.
"I can't measure that yet," Erin replies, and Mia smiles again.
"That's something I'm going to fix right now."
In one smooth move, she gets up on her knees beside the doctor, who has pushed herself to sitting with her hands flat on the mattress.
"First things first — these need to go." Mia hooks her fingers under the edge of her underwear to pull it off.
Erin lifts her hips to help her and lets the singer guide her until she's sitting astride her.
"Second," the singer whispers, bringing one hand to her head to undo the clip holding her hair up. "I told you someday I'd be the one letting your hair down, Dooley."
A shiver runs through the doctor's body as her own damp, cool hair brushes against her back. She remembers Mia's promise, and the warning she'd given her not to try to seduce her, and now she's glad the singer never listened.
"You're beautiful — I don't know if I've ever told you that," Mia says, running the backs of her hands down her neck and then to her breasts, touching them like they're made of porcelain and she doesn't want to break them. "Is there anything I should know, or can I do whatever I want?"
Erin's breath stops for a few seconds. She has no idea what Mia might do, but she wants those hands on her so badly that she doesn't care — and if something doesn't feel right, she'll say so.
"Do whatever you want," she answers against her mouth.
Mia's fingers slide between her thighs, first tracing the inside of her legs and then shifting inward until she brushes her clit and pulls a sharp inhale from her.
The singer presses close and brings her other hand to the doctor's left cheek.
Erin can't decide what she likes most, because first Mia strokes her until she's even wetter than she already was, then draws slow circles over her clit, and finally pushes inside her, tearing a broken sound from her throat.
Mia moves slowly, with a patience Erin doesn't have but is enjoying in a way she hadn't expected, and everything intensifies when the singer brings her free hand to tease her from behind.
"If you don't like it, say so and I'll stop," Mia breathes.
Erin can't answer — she can only gasp, louder and louder as the rhythm picks up and Mia keeps working her. Her belly becomes a pressure building toward a breaking point, sending small waves of pleasure crashing through her that leave her breathless.
After a couple of minutes her whole body is taut, arms wrapped tight around Mia's back, and Mia is drinking in every reaction as if she were the one being touched.
Another sharp pulse of pleasure cuts through Erin's core, the trembling in her body builds, and her breath breaks into a series of ragged gasps.
"I'm going to come," she murmurs, knowing she can't stop it. "I'm going to come, baby…"
Mia keeps the rhythm of her fingers, but what shifts is the pressure from behind — pushing just enough to slip the tip inside — and that's what breaks Erin, sending her shuddering apart on top of her.
She bites down on her fist to muffle herself, but her control gives way at the end, when she can't hold back the last waves of her orgasm, and she lets out a pair of muffled cries that Mia memorizes as the sexiest thing she's ever heard.
Wrapped around each other, they fall sideways, and Erin rolls onto her back, covering her eyes with her forearm as her chest heaves, trying to catch her breath.
She moves her arm away when she feels movement beside her and almost moans again when she sees Mia on all fours, leaning over her to lap at one nipple and then the other.
"Are you okay?" she asks, settling on top of her.
Erin still can't speak, but she brushes her cheek with a fingertip and nods.
"Good," Mia says, "because I'm about to taste you, and I'm not moving my mouth from you until you beg me to stop."
Erin exhales a soft laugh and lifts her head just enough to watch the singer slide back down the mattress, lie down between her legs, and look up at her with the full force of those blue eyes.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, Erin," she confesses quietly, before parting her with her fingers and dragging the flat of her tongue all the way through her.
Erin arches and lets out a rough gasp. She's too sensitive and every touch unravels her with pleasure, and when Mia — after exploring every inch of her with her tongue — pushes two fingers inside her and pulls her clit between her lips, the doctor comes with her hands buried in the singer's hair.
"How many tattoos do you have?" she asks when Mia steps out of the shower and she wraps her in a towel.
"Twenty-three, I think — maybe a few more."
Erin takes the towel from her, stands her in front of the mirror, and studies her with her chin resting on her shoulder.
"They suit you. They're very you," the doctor murmurs.
They both stare at each other through the mirror. Erin has two marks on her shoulder near her neck, and both their lips are a deep red from all the kissing.
"Do you regret it?" Mia asks, hesitant.
Erin shakes her head.
"No. I don't."
The singer smiles with relief, and Erin kisses her cheek before stepping back.
"Come on — we need to get dressed, pack up, and clear our rooms. The bus leaves in half an hour."
"Half an hour is plenty of time if you know how to use it, Dooley, and I'm very thirsty."
The next moment, Erin has her bare back pressed against the bathroom tiles and Mia on her knees between her legs, devouring her all over again.