The carefree smile he’s wearing turns blistering when the elevator dings, announcing its arrival. I can’t help but giggle when its doors pop open. Standing proudly in the middle of the commercial-sized space is Slater’s bike, Gertie. He had it shipped back here three days ago. I knew he was missing her, but I didn’t realize just how much until now.
He waggles his brows before strolling to his beloved bike. I eye him curiously when he kicks up the stand to push her into the living room. Once he has her in a prime position, easily viewable throughout the loft, he lowers the stand and steps back.
“You can’t have a bike in your living room.”
“Why not?” His eyes roam over Gertie in admiration. “She likes sleeping inside; don’t you, girl?”
When my loud giggle rumbles through the quietness surrounding us, Slater’s eyes snap to mine. His glare should have me walking away with my hands held in the air, but this is too hilarious not to tease him about.
“Now I understand why you’ve only had one girl in your loft,” I choke out between spouts of laughter.
My laughter cools when he replies, “I’ve only had one girl in my loft because there’s only one girl I want tofuckin my bed.”
The crudeness of his words can’t stop excitement thrumming between my legs. Slater is a little rough in the bedroom, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I love his arrogance. It’s almost as sexy as his handsome face.
“And what girl is that?” My words are strangled through the excitement clutching every inch of me. “Gertie?”
I flash him a flirty wink before spinning on my heels and sprinting toward one of the two doors on the other side of his loft. He’s on my heels in under a second, catching me before I’m even halfway across the room.
Chapter Thirty-One
Slater
Ithought playing drums for two hours solid is hard work. It’s nothing compared to keeping up with Kylie’s insatiable appetite. I’m no better. Every time I have her, I crave another hit. I swear, she’s worse than any addiction I’ve had. Would I change it for anything in the world? Fuck no. I’ll never get enough of her.
While sluggishly opening my eyes, I stretch out my arm in an attempt to pull Kylie closer to me. When my hand comes up empty, I lift my head from my pillow and peer at the bathroom. The steam coming out the bottom of the door indicates she’s in the shower. I’d love to join her, but with the side effects of only having three hours sleep last night crashing into me, I flop onto the mattress, praying for a few more hours.
“Alright, calm down,” I instruct my cock when he digs into the mattress, announcing he knows Kylie is most likely naked since she’s in the shower.
I roll off the bed and stagger to the bathroom. I don’t have to shred off my clothes as I go since I sleep naked. Just before I enter the steam-filled space, I hear a faint murmur. I reduce my speed before carefully prying open the bathroom door. I smile when I discover what the murmuring is. Kylie is singing, and her voice is…unbelievable.I don’t know the song she’s singing. It’s from a few years back and way too country for me, but holy shit, she sings it well.
When she reaches the chorus, I recognize the song. It’s by the country singer who turned pop. What’s her name? Taylor someone? Taylor Swift. Yeah, her. It’s her song about Romeo and Juliet. It’s not my style of music, but the way Kylie sings it has me frozen in shock like I was over ten years ago when I heard Noah sing for the first time.
Once her performance ends, I can’t help but clap and holler. I’m in complete fucking awe. I’m only through my second wolf whistle when Kylie’s shampoo-covered head pops out of the marble shower. “What are you doing?”
“Listening to you sing!” I make aduhface. “Hot damn, Kylie, you're so fucking talented.”
My praise should raise her chin, not see it balancing on her gorgeous tits. When I step closer to her, preparing to raise her head back where it should be, the low hang of her eyes starts an avalanche. She’s just realized I’m naked, and I fuckin’ love the quick inhale she does to announce her fascination with my dick.
After stepping into the shower, I turn on the second shower head so I can get some water since she is hogging hers before spinning around to face her. “Why haven’t I heard you sing before?”
She returns her eyes to my face before wetting her lips with saliva. When her hand moves for my rapidly stiffening cock, I swat it away. I know what she’s doing, and although my insides friggin’ love her attempts to steer our conversation into much dirtier waters, I’m genuinely interested in her reply. She has talent—real talent—so why the fuck isn’t she exploiting it for all it’s worth?
When she pouts, I fight my hardest battle to keep my cock flaccid. I miserably fail. “Answer my question—thenwe’ll fool around.”
Her eyes linger on my chest while she deliberates. Just when I think she’ll never answer me, she murmurs, “I get stage fright.”
“Why? You havenothingto fear. You have a gift that needs to be shared.”
I’m not stroking her ego because I want her tonsils to stroke my cock. Her talent blew me away. I can’t believe she hides it from people.
“That’s real sweet of you to say.” Her country twang fills my head with naughty thoughts.
“I’m not saying it to be sweet—there’s nothing sweet about me. I’m being honest.”
When she sees that honesty in my eyes, she smiles a broad grin. Her beautiful smile causes me to lose the ability to control my cock. I’m shocked I’ve kept him contained this long. She’s naked and smiling. This is way above my level of expertise.
After pulling her lips to mine, I plunge my tongue into her wet, inviting mouth. As my tongue guides her to a manic state, her soap-covered hand works my cock into a frenzy. The silkiness of her hand combined with the wetness of the body wash coating it has my chase to climax hitting fruition faster than I’d like.
