I swallow my tears when I hear Court’s voice from the bedroom door.
“You awake and want some coffee, Shae?”
I roll over, the sheet tangling around my hips and slipping off to expose my breasts. Court’s eyes flare hungrily as he walks toward me with a coffee cup in hand.
Sitting up, I try to readjust the sheet with one hand and accept the cup in the other, but Court has other ideas. His naughty smirk sends butterflies swirling around in my stomach, as he tugs the sheet off and down into my lap, so I’m sitting bare in front of him.
“I’d rather start my morning off with this view.”
Taking a sip, I moan with closed eyes over the strong jolt of pleasure. Just like last night, everything about my experience with Rye and Court was raw, beautiful pleasure.
“What time is it?” My gaze darts around the room for any sign of the time but the blinds are drawn black-out tight. In fact, it feels like we’re already on the road, the movement and sounds of the highway now noticeable as I begin to come fully awake.
It dawns on me that today is our travel day, on our way to another town for the next festival. A feeling of relief washes over me, knowing we have the luxury of sleeping, reading and otherwise doing much of nothing today.
Court flips the hair over my shoulder, which I’m sure is a wild, tangled mess of blonde curls, and then lets his fingers trail down the side of my neck. Slow and easy. A sigh escapes my mouth unbidden.
“Where’s Rye?” I ask curiously, making a quick perusal of the room.
Court jabs a thumb behind him. “He’s on the phone in the mess area.”
I nod, vaguely remembering he was scheduled for an interview today with a music journalist.
Suddenly, it’s unbearably uncomfortable and I’m overcome with fear that what I did last night with them was a wise decision. As if reading my mind, Court cocks his head.
“You regretting what happened last night?”
My shoulders stiffen and I cringe, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth and clutching the sides of my coffee cup in both hands.
“No,” I drawl out, lacking confidence in my response. “Are you?”
Court shifts on the bed, scooting me over so he can sit up against the headboard next to me. Our legs, mine bare and his covered in a pair of gray sweats, press together, his large bare feet sticking off the bed. The heat emanates off his body and I want to curl up like a kitten in his lap.
Sliding his arm between us, he grabs my hand and threads his fingers through mine.
“Rye and I have wanted you since the day we met. Neither one of us have regrets about what happened last night. The only regret we would have is if you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
I can’t help but snort, bumping my shoulder against his arm. “I’d say I got double the pleasure last night.”
Court’s smile is charming, gentile and devastatingly handsome. “Glad to hear that. Because we were talking earlier about…”
Oh no, here it comes. It’s a one a done fling and now they’ve had enough of me. We’re heading to a new city, a new festival, and they’re going to be on the look-out for some new plaything.
Tears sting my eyes as I say, “I understand. I don’t expect anything else from you two. You have other willing girls to have fun with.”
I make to get up, to put on some clothes, but his strong hands lift me off the bed and he sets me on his lap so that I’m forced to straddle him. He plucks the cup from my hands and sets it on the table near the bed.
Court’s head whips to look at me, his eyes awash with surprise. “What? What are you talking about? Now you listen to me well and good, sugar. I speak for both me and Rye when I say, you are special. We knew it the minute we met you. And last night only proved it further. Neither of us have ever felt that way for anyone else.”
I’m not sure what has me more shocked. The words he speaks or the hard press of his cock that pokes through his sweats and into the juncture of my thighs.
He runs his hand down my back, like he did last night, but this time, he dips lower under my ass, his finger skimming along my open folds and then up to crease of my ass. I jerk in response, grinding against his erection.
I’m immediately wet, my pussy clenching with the need to be filled. My swollen clit so sensitized from the friction of his pants that I will likely come in a matter of seconds.
“Court,” I murmur, as he pulls me in, his mouth covering my earlobe, biting it and then running his tongue down the side of my neck, as I shiver with blinding white hot sensations that surge over my skin, burning me from the inside out.
“I want to be inside your pussy, Shae. Make you mine, just as Rye did. Experience what he did last night when he fucked you.”
