We kiss for a minute as he inches his way in and then, once he’s completely seated, once I’m completely filled, he pulls his head back and our eyes hold again.
He thrusts in deep, but slow as he studies me. It feels like he’s memorizing my body’s reactions to everything he does. Sliding his hand under my ass, he tilts my hips just slightly, but it allows him to penetrate even deeper. The feeling is heavenly. My eyes flutter closed, succumbing to the incredibly full feeling, as he whispers in my ear, “Beautiful.”
Finding our rhythm quickly, we move in perfect unison, as if we’ve been doing it for years, rather than it being our first time. It feels so…right. My body climbs yet again, a faster build, but no less powerful when it crests. I shudder and hold his gaze as I begin to come again and then he starts pumping harder. “You feel so. Damn. Good.”
He groans my name as he releases into me before my own orgasm has even fully ebbed. Afterward, we hold on to each other tight, slowly rocking back and forth as we catch our breaths.
But I catch my breath too soon. Because I only lose it again when the pounding knock comes on the door.
Chapter Twenty
Flynn
“What if it’s—” she asks, a look of panic on her face.
“I’ll deal with it.” I’m pulling on one leg of my pants when the knocking comes again. This time louder, more insistent.
Lucky searches the bed frantically for her clothes. “But if he’s…I can’t find my clothes. I should hide.”
“You’re not hiding.”
“What? Why?”
“Because we’re not sixteen and I said I’ll deal with it.”
She looks at me wide-eyed, like I’ve lost my mind. “Look.” Pulling my jeans over my hips, I don’t bother buttoning the top button before lifting my knee onto the bed and leaning over. “Stay naked. I don’t give a shit who’s at the door, I’m getting rid of them.” I pull the sheet she has gripped to her chest back and peek down between the sheet and her skin. “Fast. I’m getting rid of them fast.” I wink.
The knock is more of a banging as I swing the door open to catch whoever is on the other side off-guard. It works. The two girls jump back so fast, they nearly fall over.
“Shit. You ladies okay?” I reach out and grab the one on the right’s elbow, just as she’s about to fall. As soon as she’s recovered, she throws her arms around my neck, swamping me in a big hug.
“Oh my god! It’s really you!”
I pull my head back and attempt to disentangle myself from her grip. “Yep. I’m me. And who might you be?”
“Oh my god!” she squeals to her friend in a glass-shattering pitch…right into my ear. “He wants to know my name.”
I can smell the alcohol on her breath, and it looks like these two may still be dressed from last night. “It’s very nice to meet you, ladies, but I’m sort of in the middle of something important. Will I see you at a show soon, I hope?”
“Yes! We’re going to follow the bus to the next show. We went last night. We went to see Easy Ryder but…oh my god…you were incredible.”
“Thank you.” I smile. “Well, I’m hard at work. So I’ll see you ladies in a few nights then, yeah?” I turn around to the door I’ve been holding open just a crack. “What’re your names, sweethearts?”
I hear Lindsay and Jenna yelling and jumping around even once the door is closed. I walk back into the bedroom, shaking my head.
“Hard at work, huh?” Lucky arches an eyebrow.
“Just telling the truth.” I unzip my pants. Her eyes follow the sound. The glazed look in her eyes has me hardening again as I slip off my jeans.
She swallows. “Sounds like Lindsay and Jenna were excited to meet you.”
“Yeah.” I hold her eyes while I stroke myself up and down leisurely. “Looks like I’m excited too.” I pull away the sheet and climb on top of her, hovering.
Her voice is soft, but etched with concern that matches her eyes when she looks up at me, our noses an inch apart. “What are we going to do?”
“Right now? I’m going to make you forget there’s anyone else. The rest we’ll figure out later.”
We’ve both been quiet for a while. Her head is lying in the crook of my arm while one finger traces a path over the tattoos woven above one bicep. I know there’s something she wants to talk about, but I give her time to let her thoughts form the right words.
“I’m not a cheater,” she whispers.
I kiss the top of her head, and the arm I have wrapped around her squeezes reassurance. “I didn’t think you were.”
“But I am now. I mean. This is the first time I’ve ever cheated on anyone.”
“Me too.”
“Really?”
“You sound surprised.” Her comment stings a bit, and my voice bites right back.
“I didn’t mean it that way. I mean…you just…you’re sort of a flirt and, you know, the whole rockstar thing.”
“And that makes me a cheater?”
“No. I really didn’t mean it that way. Can we please start over?”
“How about we’ve established we’re both not usually cheaters and move on from there?”
“Okay.” She’s quiet for a long time before she speaks again. “I’ve been with Dylan for almost a year.”
It’s not like that’s news to me, but the reminder slaps me in the face. I don’t respond. Because what do you say to that?
“I thought I was in love with him.”
Apparently, the slap was just a warm-up for the punch in the gut. “Thought?”
She nods. “But I’m confused now. I was lying in bed the other night trying to figure out if I fell out of love or never was in love, or if I do love him but just not the way I should.”
I shift, lifting her from my chest and easing her back to the bed so I can see her. I hate this conversation, but I need to see her eyes. “Did you figure out the answer?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you feel like today was a mistake?”
“That’s the thing. Today felt…right. It didn’t feel like a mistake at all.”
“Every minute since the day I met you has felt that way.” I’m pretty sure I sound like a pussy, but fuck, I don’t even care.
She looks up into my eyes. “What are we going to do?”
“The question isn’t what are we going to do. It’s what are you going to do. Because I’m right here waiting for you to figure it out.”
She swallows. “Can you give me a few days?”
I nod. Hating that she needs it, but the reality is, it feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for her. A few days more shouldn’t kill me. Or will it?
Chapter Twenty-One
Lucky
It’s been two days since I slept with Flynn. Two days since my head started spinning and I haven’t been able to think straight. I look over at Dylan lying next to me as the bus hums peacefully along the open road in the middle of nowhere. A man I’ve wanted since I was fifteen. I’m living every girl’s fantasy. Only, I’m not a girl anymore. I’m a woman. Yet I’m still unsure if I know the difference between lust and love, infatuation and dedication.
I do have feelings for Dylan, I’m sure of that, and I thought those feelings were love. But if I loved him, would I have done what I’ve done? He’s good to me. A relationship with a musician on the road isn’t easy. Yet he’s worked at it, finding time for me and even arranging it so we can be together on this tour. And look how I’ve shown him appreciation.
The last two nights I’ve pretended to be asleep before he came into the bedroom. I feel guilty even lying here. The funny thing is, my guilt is less toward Dylan and more toward Flynn. I’ve been with Dylan for almost a year, yet I feel guilty for sleeping next to him. Deep down, I know why that is—because guilt is an offense of the heart, and by lying here, I’m committing a crime against a man who has captured a piece of mine. But can two men have a piece of my heart at the same time?