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It was like the ground had disappeared beneath my feet I was so freaking surprised. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“It’ll be okay.” That puppy-dog look again. “We’ll take Joe with us. Worst case scenario I’ll have to pose for a few selfies.”
“Hmm. I could make you real ugly, I suppose. No one will know it’s you.”
“Right on,” he snickered. “It’ll be a laugh.”
“Come with me to visit my dad first.” I gave voice to the idea that had just occurred to me. “If you can get by without being recognized in the nursing home, we can go on from there…”
“It’s a deal.” He slung the guitar over his shoulder, reached down and pulled me to my feet. “We’ll set off for a bike ride first thing in the morning. Then you can uglify me when we get back. And we’ll go somewhere like normal people after we’ve visited your dad.”
He wants to be like a normal person, I realized. It must be hard to live your life in a goldfish bowl. My heart was melting again, dammit.
Upstairs, he stopped outside his bedroom door. “Gimme a goodnight kiss?”
“Sure.” I raised myself on tiptoe to aim a kiss at his cheek.
Except, he was too tall. Why wasn’t he bending his head?
He smiled down at me. “Need a hand?”
Before I could say anything, he lifted me up. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
And, so help me God, I did. Call me naïve, but I honestly thought I would give him a chaste kiss.
He clearly had other ideas. He walked us backward until my spine was against the wall. With one hand, he tilted up my chin while he held me in place with the other. He meshed his mouth to mine, his tongue seeking entrance. And I couldn’t help myself, I gave it to him.
Our heads switched sides, our tongues dancing, our lips sliding. The chemistry that had ignited between us, threatened to burn me to ashes.
I clung to him, breathless, and tangled my fingers in his hair.
He sucked on my tongue and bit down.
My teeth nipped at his mouth.
Our kiss had become frantic and so freaking hot.
He thrust his pelvis and his hardness poked into me.
I froze.
Oh, God.
I pulled away from him. “I’m suddenly real tired.” With false bravado I looked him in the eye. “Can you put me down, please, so I can go to bed?”
I caught the disappointment in his gaze. No doubt he’d thought I’d end up in his bed.
Not gonna happen, buddy. Not with this girl.
He lowered me to my feet.
“Good night, Limey,” I whispered.
“Good night, Yankee Girl,” he whispered back.
And without a backward glance, I sauntered down the corridor to my room.Chapter 9PierceStanding under the shower head, dick in my hand, I thought about Hayley while I rubbed one off. Never had a girl blown hot and cold on me like her. Maybe I’d cleaned up my act too much? Chicks dug ‘dirty’ rockers. I always pulled when I was in a sweaty grungy state after a concert. Whenever I’d go on a date with a celebrity, I made sure I wore a pair of leather trousers that hadn’t seen a dry cleaner in months, and a filthy, torn t-shirt to show off the tats on my shoulders. I’d cover myself with metal chains and other shit to play the part. Trouble was, I’d been playing the role of someone so far into sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll that it had become my reality. Without it, who was I? I had no bloody clue and maybe Yankee Girl didn’t know either. She’d been fucking turned on while kissing me, then, boom, it was like cold water had been thrown over her and she’d morphed into an ice maiden.
I squeezed my cock and worked its length, pressing my forehead to the tiled wall and closing my eyes. I imagined fucking her, spreading her soft thighs wide while I pounded into her. She’d moan and cry out my name, her hands gripping my ass as she climaxed. The thought was enough to make me blow. I grunted and jerked my hips, my balls drawing up tight into my body. Spurts of hot cum spilled out over my fingers. Fuck, yeah.
I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for my room. On a whim, I checked the messages on my phone. Axel, as usual. Asking when he and Phoenix could hang out. I couldn’t put them off much longer, but could I handle seeing them without a drink in my hand?
How about you and Phoenix come over day after tomorrow evening for a barbeque? I messaged.
Sounds great, he pinged back.
I stretched out on my bed and shut my eyes. The AC hummed softly and soon I was drifting off to sleep.The next morning, after we’d gotten back from another bike ride in the canyon, I perched in front of the mirror in my bedroom while Hayley applied white mascara to my lashes.
