“Shh.” I pushed a lock of damp hair from her forehead. “You don’t need to explain anything. I’ve had my share, too. But none like you. There’ll never be anyone like you.” I pushed myself up onto my arms and stared at the face I’d once known so well.
Her mahogany eyes stared back at me, shining with desire and something else, something I desperately wanted yet feared.
Love. Acceptance. Understanding.
“Are you gonna make me wait forever?” She slid a hand between our bodies, the tips of her fingers grazing my cock.
I let out a grunt and slid inside her, freezing for a moment at the exquisite sensation of connecting with her once again. Not just with our bodies, but with our minds.
She gasped, then yanked my hips, pushing me deeper and I think we both found what we’d been missing for so long.
****
Bang. Bang. Bang.
I jerked awake, staring at the white ceiling.
Beside me, CC stirred. “The fuck is that banging on your door so early in the morning?”
Placing a kiss to her forehead, I slid my arm from under her waist. “Probably my manager. If I don’t check in with her after a day or two, she gets antsy. I’ll text her and she’ll go away.”
I sat up and grabbed the phone from my nightstand.
Me: I’m fine. Go away and let me sleep in peace.
Katrina: Why aren’t you staying at the house? All the guys are there. You could get what you needed a lot easier.
Me: The only thing I need is some goddamn quiet. Stop banging on the door.
Katrina: Fine. But Jay’s dad and the label are finalizing tour dates. Are you good with starting in a couple of weeks?
Me: Whatever. Go away.
Katrina: Why are you being so mean?
Me: Why are you still outside my door?
Under the crack of the door, I could see her shadow as she paced the hallway.
Katrina: Is there someone in there?
Me: Goodbye.
Without waiting for her reply, I powered off my phone and placed it back onto its charger on the nightstand.
CC laid on her side, her head propped in her hand. “Girlfriend troubles?” she teased.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Just a nosey manager.” For some reason, I didn’t feel like telling Cotton Candy who managed Neverstorm. Maybe it was because deep down I knew she’d disapprove, or maybe it was because it felt like a betrayal of some sort, though I couldn’t place my finger on it exactly.
Grabbing my discarded jeans, I shimmied into them then kissed her roughly. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Hmmm.” She glanced down at my zipper. “More sausage?”
I busted out laughing. “That I can do, but first we need some real food. You damn near wore me out last night.”
She tugged on a belt loop. “And I plan on doing more of the same later today.”
Something fell onto the white sheet draped over her body. She frowned.
