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I shrug. “It’s just an idea. What do you plan to do after the tour?”
“You’re still shoving your fingers lower.” She wiggles against me, and it grinds her ass over my dick.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to distract you long enough to get you interested in some all-natural pain relief.” I laugh and use the hand of the bicep her head is lying on to tilt her mouth to mine. “Kiss me, shortcake.”
Her tongue flicks around mine, and each swivel of her hips pushes her ass over my thickening cock.
Now isn’t the time for all that, but my dick doesn’t give a fuck.
I tease my way lower until I can circle her clit. I love the way she gets into the kiss and follows my mouth as I move to nip at her ear.
“See, isn’t this a perfect distraction?” I taunt, gently biting her ear and giving it a little tug.
She moans, thrusting her ass perfectly over my shaft. “Yeah, but I don’t want to bl—”
“I don’t care,” I assure her, moving to kiss her puffy pink lips again. I relocate my free hand to cup her tit. She doesn’t have a bra on, and her nipple pokes through the fabric. I make sure to tease my thumb over it as I work her clit in firmer strokes.
“Ramsey,” she moans, thrashing against my chest. She’s slick against my fingers. It has me desperate to dip them inside her, but I think that might be pushing her a little too far. Her sweet pumpkin pie scent floods the air, and it makes me hazy. Her pheromones get so thick, it’s difficult to form a rational thought.
Her soft hand slides down my bare stomach and dips into my sweats.
I’m the one moaning when her fist wraps around my dick. She’s got her arm all twisted behind her, but it doesn’t affect her performance. Both of our pheromones seem to feed off each other. She smells so sweet, it’s hard to understand how she hasn’t had a heat. Her hormones definitely influence my system like she’s in need of an alpha.
Her mouth falls open as she squeezes the hell out of my cock.
I give her firmer pressure in return, and she gasps.
“Are you going to come all over my hand?” I ask against the shell of her ear.
She moans, nodding as her legs jerk.
I lean up and curve around her, so I can watch her face. Her legs shake as she quakes, and she runs her thumb over the slit on the head of my dick before jerking me just right.
“Fuck, shortcake,” I growl, thrusting into her hand. I’m not sure what sends me over the edge, but I come in my sweats as her body trembles against mine. I growl, working my hips as my cock jumps. She turns enough that she can kiss me as I tap her clit to see if she’s finished. She jolts, arching away from my touch. I groan as she digs her teeth into my lower lip. “Careful, that makes me ache to bite you back.”
ChapterSeventeen
Tinley
Istretch out on the couch with my laptop while Ramsey heads to his room to get dressed. My cheeks feel hot. Maybe I’m sheltered, but yeah, it was still hot. The shower we shared could also be to thank for the fact my cramps have died down—at least for the moment.
It was stressful but strangely sweet. I don’t know. I’ve never had a boyfriend who didn’t keep his distance during that time of the month, but Ramsey always manages to put me at ease in a way I can’t explain.
It’s like nothing fazes him, and no matter what comes up, he just rolls with it. It calms me down, even when I’m a little hyper or frantic.
The echoing knock on the door to the suite surprises me, but the guys might have their hands full, or maybe they forgot their room keys. I shove my laptop onto the coffee table, push myself up, and aim for the door. I pull it open without even checking the peephole.
I take a step back when Carter is the one leaning in the doorway. I glance around, but my guys are nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, sugar,” he says in his thick country accent. Northern Star is Southern rock, I guess, but neither Fitz nor Warrick are from the South. They just sound gravelly when they sing.
“Ramsey is getting dressed.” I toss a thumb back toward the suite. “Want me to grab him for you?”
“Nah, I came to see you.” He shoves his hands into his front pockets, but something in my system screams that I should remove myself from this situation. “It’s a holiday.”
“Yeah, happy Thanksgiving.” I nod awkwardly, probably looking a little like a chicken.
“Right, see, here’s the problem. I can’t reach any of my connections in the city, and the tour guys I deal with are off.”
