I respond by licking her swollen lips. “Positive.” Using my thumbs, I open her to me and lick her little hole, tasting her cum and caressing her clit.
I can tell when she relaxes because her tempo on my cock evens out. She goes down and sucks, flipping her wrist as she comes up. It’s perfect.
But then she goes deep, really deep, and I groan against her. “Wait until you come to do that, or I’m gonna blow.” She does it again, and I curse. Her whole body shakes with laughter, and I bite her inner thigh. “Brat.”
I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer, so I stick two fingers in her pussy and circle her clit with my thumb. She lets out a gasp, and I keep the rhythm until she flutters on my fingers again, nearly collapsing on top of me.
Pleased I made her come again, I squeeze her ass cheek with my other hand, about to offer to finish myself off when she takes me deep again. Fuck. I shove my face in her pussy and mumble out a warning.
I figure she’s gonna let me come in her hand, but my little librarian swallows me down.
“Fuck, yes.” I come so hard, light sparks behind my eyelids. “This is so much better than my hand,” I mumble to myself in a near coma-like state.
Rory turns around and crawls up to me with that hesitant look in her eyes. “Was that okay?”
I take in her wild, windblown hair, her flushed, pink skin, and those pretty pink nipples I wanna lick again. “Fucking amazing. Come here.” When she moves closer, I run my thumb over her swollen lips. “Did you swallow my cum?” When she nods, I grin. “Such a good girl.”
The grin that spreads on her gorgeous face makes me chuckle. I pull her to me and wrap the blankets over us, but she braces herself with a hand. “But Jace, I’m sticky.”
Kissing her forehead, I grin again. “I like you that way.”
Because I licked her and now she’s mine.
This is gonna be a damn good summer.
29
RORY
When I wake up,I realize I’m alone in bed. Dang, what time is it? The bus is moving, and bright sun shines through the window.
I put on my glasses and squint outside, not remembering where we were last night or where we’re headed today. Trees and farms and trucks whiz by as I try to orient myself. We’re in East Texas, maybe.
I realize now why bands sometimes call out the wrong city in the middle of a concert. It’s because a tour is unrelenting. Show, pack up, drive, settle at the new venue, do laundry, get some groceries, meet with fans, itemize merch, do the next show, and hit the road again. Rinse and repeat while throwing in press junket stops.
A glance at my phone has me groaning at the onslaught of notifications from the band’s social media accounts. I’m thrilled they’re getting so much attention, but I’m having a hard time keeping up.
I’m ready for a break. For a long weekend where I don’t have to do anything or be anywhere. Somewhere I can take a hot bath and get lost in a book. Somewhere there aren’t itineraries or VIP lines or people always in my space.
Except Jace and Layla. I like them in my space.
Actually, I love them in my space.
They have my whole heart.
And that’s a problem.
I bite my thumbnail, concerned.
Because what is life going to be like when this tour is over? Jace might have said not to worry about it and to focus on the here and now, but the summer won’t last forever. May flew by, and now it’s late June. Soon, this tour will come to an end.
What will that mean for us?
On one hand, I have a great time whenever Jace is around. When we escape to do laundry every week, we sneak off with the baby to check out record stores or nearby bookstores. He even bought me an illustratedPride and Prejudicethat’s so beautiful, I hug it sometimes.
Jace is fun and sweet and considerate. Not to mention, the man has given me an orgasm almost every day since our first night together. Even when I was riding the red wave—to my mortification. But he acted like it was no big deal to sneak his fingers in my panties and rub me until I screamed into a pillow.
On the other hand, we haven’t gone all the way.
