I could come now if her needs weren’t always on the forefront of my mind when we fuck. Instead, I drag my lips away from her sinful mouth, yank her hand off my cock, then nudge her back a step. She stares up at me with wild, famished eyes as a wave of water glides down her bubble-covered locks.
Once all traces of shampoo have been removed from her hair, I nudge my head to the bottle of conditioner near her left ankle. “Time to condition.” My words come out rugged, like I dragged them through gravel before spitting them out. Stopping her almost killed me, and my throat is still harboring the wounds.
When Kylie bends down to collect the conditioner, a groan tears from my throat. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you to bend with your knees?” Her ass is in prime position for me to plunge my cock inside her.
“And where’s the fun in that?”
When she giggles, I spank her ass. “Always a tease.”
Any chance of maintaining a rational head slips down the shower drain when she stands from her crouched position then spins to face me. Her eyes are beaming with lust, and her teeth are grazing her bottom lip, but she’s not just horny. She’s in love.
Her lips twitch, preparing to speak, but I’m on her before a word can escape her mouth. While kissing the living shit out of her, I guide her legs around my waist before bracing her back on the tiles. My mouth captures every breathless moan parting her lips when I grind my stiffened shaft against the silky smoothness between her thighs. Her heat alone could set me off.
When her impatience gets the better of her, she lines up my cock with the entrance of her slit before notching in the first inch. I rest my head on her sweat-beaded forehead before spearing the last eight inches with one quick thrust.
Her eyes bulge when I take her to the very base, but her moan tells me she loves it. I love seeing her like this too. Taken. Whole. Overwhelmed. No matter how many times I see the spark only our connection ignites in her eyes, it’ll never be enough.
* * *
“What?” I question when Kylie peers at me over the screen of her iPhone. Her brows are pulled together; she looks genuinely confused.
After shaking her head, she returns her eyes to her phone’s screen. We were in the process of having breakfast when her phone dinged with a hundred text messages. She’s been weird ever since.
I set down my piece of toast before shuffling my chair closer to hers. When my eyes drop to her phone, I spot Google Alert after Google Alert for my band. That’s not uncommon. When we’re on home turf, we’re bombarded by the paparazzi. Fans love seeing in our natural environment, so the paps’ pestering is worse when we’re not on tour.
“You may want to alter your specs, or you’ll add an additional thousand alerts to your pile by the end of the week.”
“This is part of my job…” Confusion juts her words as a wrinkle pops between her brows. “… A job I’m not sure I have anymore. I was employed to help Emily during the tour, but it’s over now, so does that mean my position is also redundant?”
I chuckle before striding into the kitchen. “You don’t need to worry about working. I’m more than capable of taking care of us both.”
“Uh-uh. No. It’s not happening.” She shadows me into the kitchen, her steps faster than the ones she uses when she wants me to chase her. “I’m not beingkept.” She spits out her last word like it scorched her throat with bile.
“Then how about we make a deal?”
I dump my plate into the dishwasher before spinning around to face her. When my eyes leisurely glide down her body, she folds her arms in front of her ample chest. She knows what I’m about to say, but she wants me to showcase my pigheadedness in all its glory.
“If you keep me sexually satisfied, I’ll keep you fed—”
My sentence is cut short from her grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl and pegging it at my head. I catch it mid-air, take an enormous bite like I didn’t just feast like a king, then prowl toward her. With each step I take forward, she takes a step back, her wish to flee thwarted when she crashes into the kitchen counter. Once I’m close enough she can reach me, she cups my jaw before inclining her mouth toward mine.
Just as her cinnamon-scented lips brush mine, she bobs under my arm and dashes out of the kitchen murmuring, “No deal,” on the way.
Assuming she wants to be chased, I give her a five-second head start before taking off after her. I’m taken aback when my arrival in the dining room has me stumbling upon her at the table, glancing down at her phone again.
This time when I peer at her screen, I notice it’s showing a job search website. Growling, I yank her phone out of her hand, toss it onto one of my black leather couches, plant my ass in the seat next to hers, then drag her until she’s sitting in my lap.
I know she hates the idea of being kept—Noah faced the same issues with Emily—but things in our industry are different. I can’t risk having her out in public. There are too many fucking lunatics who’d harm her just to get back at me. The lengths some groupies go to are scary. Look at Megan as a prime example. Things could have ended a lot worse for Nick and Jenni if Isaac hadn’t stepped in—not that Jenni is aware of that. Nick kept it from her, and for the first time in forever, I agree with his decision. She had enough on her plate with Noah’s accident and a newborn baby. She didn’t need more stress.
When I explain my reasoning to Kylie, she listens intently while adding an occasional nod to our conversation. Once I’ve given her every example I can think of, I sweeten the sauce. “It’s only six weeks until we go back on the road anyway. Then you’ll be back to earning your own money.”
“Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced, but it’s better than a straight-up denial. “I’ll bunk with you for six weeks, then once I get paid, I’ll pay you back.”
I try my hardest to hold in my chuckles. Only the smallest sound escapes my lips, but it’s enough for Kylie’s eyes to narrow into thin slits.
“We’ll keep a tally of your expenses on your phone, then you’ll know how much you owe me.” I have no intention of taking her money, but if it makes her happy to keep a tally, then that’s what we’ll do.
After agreeing to my terms with a handshake, we spend the rest of the day hanging around my loft, eating, watching movies, and making out like crazy teens. I had no clue how much I’ve missed the simple things in life until I can only do them a couple of weeks out of the year. I haven’t sat down and watched a movie in the past six months, but today, Kylie and I have watched three. Mercifully, she enjoys action and comedy movies as much as I do. We save the steamier stuff for when we’re in front of the camera instead of behind it.
