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“Oh fuck, Ian, I’m going to—”
I don’t even manage to get the words out because as soon as I start to say it, he’s slipping his tongue into my asshole and everything goes white around the edges, my whole universe shattering before my eyes. I’m still trembling and trying to come back down to earth when I hear his zipper go down. And just like that, I need more.
The bed sinks as he climbs on behind me and I feel the tip of his cock pressed at my slick entrance. I try to push my hips back, but he’s got a firm grip and controls the pace, slowly sliding in, slowly filling me inch by inch, slowly driving me up a wall because I need more and I need it now, but he’s in charge and not giving it to me.
And when he’s hilted all the way inside of me, he grinds forward and I claw at the bed sheets, gasping.
“Fuck yes, just like that,” I whisper, my voice ragged and breathy.
He pulls back slowly, my whole brain feeling like it’s leaving me with him, the only thought in my head a whiny “come back,” and then he does. He slides back in with the same maddening pace, that same slow entry that has me desperately pushing back against him even though he hasn’t loosened his grip on my hips. And then, when he’s all the way in, he grinds against me, just lik
e that. Just the way I begged him, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“You feel incredible,” he mutters, kissing his way up my spine before pulling back.
He maintains that same pace, letting me feel every single inch of him, every single time. It’s a slow build, and every time I think I’m close, he’s pulling back again, only to push me even closer the next time. It feels so good I think he might actually manage to break my brain. I may never be able to make any sounds other than panting, begging moans again.
But then, the tension breaks and I’m tumbling into the most intense orgasm of my life. It seems to go on forever with Ian buried inside of me, just grinding in deeper, his growls filling my head, his hands roving up and down my body like he’s trying to touch all of me at once. I’m not sure when he comes because he just keeps driving me into another orgasm. Now that the first one came, the others are all following like dominoes and it feels like they might never stop.
When I’m sure I can’t possibly take any more, they do. Ian kisses the back of my neck and rolls over with me, hugging me tight against him, whispering nonsense into my hair. I only catch words like “amazing” and “beautiful” and “God” over and over again, but it’s enough for me. I’m not any better at forming coherent thoughts right now.
We lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking for a long time. But eventually there’s a knock on the door and Ian laughs.
“Should probably let the poor bastard in. He did fly across the country to save my ass.”
I’m sad when he pulls away, but I know he’ll be back, so I just grin and get up with him on our quest to figure out where our clothes landed. “Remind me to thank him for that.”
Chapter 20
Ian
It’s strange after spending the afternoon with Chelsea to go our separate ways again before we head to the airport. I miss her the second she’s gone, but considering that it’s all a part of my plan, I just have to deal with it.
Everything should be in place when I get there. I just have to hope it goes the way I’m thinking it will. Of course, that all depends on us being right about Kandy, and there’s no guarantee we are. Just a hunch—a good, solid hunch, but a hunch nonetheless.
I climb the steps up to the jet alone, my bag slung over my shoulder, nerves jangling because if this doesn’t go the way I think it will, maybe Chelsea will doubt me again. Maybe she’ll think this was all an elaborate scheme to convince her to give me another shot.
I really hope that doesn’t happen. It’s nice having her on my side again. I don’t know if I can lose that again and still be the man I’m trying so hard to be. I need her. Now, and God willing, forever.
But that’s going to have to wait until all this is over with.
Merrill, Rosa, and Kandy are all already sitting in their respective places. Rosa barely even acknowledges me, Merrill gives me a head nod and a stern look, and Kandy… Well, the look Kandy gives me raises my spirits some. She’s watching me closely, her face neutrally pleasant but too observant. She’s eyeing my bag and when she sees that I’ve caught her looking at me, she gives me a big, fake smile.
“You’re looking good for a guy who’s fallen off the wagon,” she says sweetly.
I clench my jaw, wanting so badly to lay into her. She’s the reason the tour’s over early. She’s the reason the whole world thinks I’m using again. But worst, she’s the reason I nearly lost Chelsea and that’s unforgivable. She needs to pay for what she’s done to all of us. But not yet. Not until I have the proof I need.
“That might be a compliment if it were true in any way,” I grumble, heading to the back of the plane where there’s an unused bedroom piled high with all our luggage. I toss my bag on the bed and head back out just in time to see Chelsea coming aboard.
I have to hand it to her, she’s a good actress. She stops and stares at me, her mouth pressing into a thin line. If I weren’t expecting it, that look would cut me like a knife.
“Chelsea,” I say, going toward her, my arms out, the lump in my throat all too real.
“Stop,” she says, and Rosa moves to get up. It was a good idea not to let her in on this. Makes the whole thing seem more authentic.
But Chelsea turns and gives a quick head shake to Rosa. “It’s fine Rosa, I need to do this.”
“You hurt me,” she says, turning back to me, her eyes sparkling with the truth. I know it’s true. But I know I already have her forgiveness so it doesn’t sting as badly as it could. “But I’ve thought about it a lot and I forgive you.”
