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Who was the virgin?
Fuck.
She hummed her pleasure and distress into his mouth before he eased back. “There’s nothing confusing about this. Intense, overwhelming, and surprising I’ll own up to. Confusing, no. James may have kissed me to piss off her publicist, but it was forgotten a second later. Because she didn’t mean it. She used it for utter shock value and to get people talking.”
“Well, she’s good at it. I’ve seen video of it too. It sure looked authentic.”
He sighed. “I was a single guy at the time. And one of the hottest women in the known world had kissed me. Wasn’t like I was going to wipe my mouth afterward. She forgot it before she even climbed off my lap.”
“I’m sure you didn’t.”
“Obviously, I did.”
She curled her fingers into his T-shirt. “I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.”
“I like that you’re jealous. I like that you don’t like the thought of my lips on anyone else.” He lowered his voice. “The same reason I love that my cock was the first one to stretch you until you screamed.”
Red flags of color stained her cheeks. “Just remember it’s my teeth marks on your chest, buddy. For as long as we’re together you’re mine.”
He slipped his fingers along the hairs at the back of her neck and tugged her hair until her chin tipped up. “Remember that tonight when I fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“If you’re done making out with your virgin, we have some photo ops to take care of,” Ryan shouted.
“Not anymore,” she said on a small sing-song voice.
He laughed.
“I look forward to that after the show,” she said on a shaky voice.
“Me too.” He palmed her ass with his other hand. “I want you up front tonight.”
She swallowed. “All right.”
“Good.” He dropped an sweet kiss on her lips before jogging over to his band.
For the next twenty minutes he signed a parade of posters and went blind with flashbulbs as they took dozens of pictures. He caught a An hour later the venue started to fill with the regular fans who had tickets to the show.
He met up with Michael and Ryan in the small room they’d put aside for them to change. Ryan was sprawled in one of the velvet club chairs, one long leg thrown over the arm as his head hung off the back. Human pretzel at work again.
Michael was on a Skype call with his wife. The babbling voice of a little boy filled the room. Michael’s step-son. Hell, son for all intents and purposes. He’d fallen into the father role with ease.
He’d waltzed into it where West had been punted out before he’d even gotten to try out for the part. And Michael never made it look like it was hard. Ever. And another one on the way. And just as his best friend had said, she was beautiful. She wore pregnancy well, but there was a strain around her eyes.
A toddler and being pregnant had to be tough. Again, not in his wheelhouse. There were plenty of babies crawling around in his circle of friends, but he had a hard time being around them most of the time. Too afraid he’d screw up and swear in front of them, or insult them with questions that were too young or too old for them.
It was easier to just get out of the way.
The story of his life.
He dragged his T-shirt over his head and swapped it out for a white tank for the show. It had been hot on the stage and that was before the lights and heat from two hundred bodies would raise the temperatures.
Getting through this show and finding solace in her arms was the deal of the day. He had so few precious days with her that he didn’t want to waste a moment. And that wasn’t even his dick talking—mostly.
He couldn’t pretend that the sex wasn’t phenomenal. Even the awkward parts of figuring out how to make sure it was good for her were more engaging than any other woman he’d been with. The only thing that worried him was putting this crazy aggression he hadn’t been aware of in a box. He got a hold of her and wanted to brand every inch of her skin.
It was awesome and powerful and scary as fuck.
His hands were fists as Michael and Axl made plans for when Michael came home the following night.
